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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 16

Having been introduced to all her friends, I asked Amisha to step out with me for a moment. The moment she saw the brand new bicycle and I told her that it was her birthday gift; she let out such a squeal of joy that all her friends rushed out to see what was going on. She was so excited to see the bicycle, that she flung her arms around me with unbridled joy and hugged me, saying "Thank you, thank you..." again and again. This is what I was driving at, and I took great pleasure in feeling her young teenage body and those young firm breasts press against my chest. All the other girls were congratulating her on her gift, and I could see all of them looking at me with a new kind of respect in their eyes.

Hearing the commotion, Mayuri ben also came out, and when Amisha excitedly told her what I had gifted her, she gave me a big smile that was a mix of gratitude and affection. With a look of mock sternness on her face, she said "Arre beta, why did you have to buy such an expensive cycle for her ... now you are surely going to spoil her..." I smiled at her, and turning to Amisha, said "Anything to make Amisha happy on her birthday aunty..." This made Amisha beam with pleasure, and she once again took my hand in hers and shook it vigorously, giving her mother a naughty smile in the process. Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Mayuri ben took hold of my arm, and leading me inside, said "OK, now all of you come inside ... Jignesh bhai is here, so let us now cut the cake..." As we all trooped inside, I followed Mayuri ben into the kitchen, thoroughly enjoying the way she allowed her massive breasts to rub against my arms.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw that there were two other women in the kitchen. One of them was Seema, the 23-year old elder daughter of Mayuri ben. As I mentioned earlier, she was in the same mould as her mother; plump, heavyset, and buxom, though her complexion was lighter than that of Mayuri ben. She was slightly taller than Amisha, and much bigger built over all. She was dressed in a salwar-kameez, the short kameez being a really figure hugging one, showing off the well-rounded contours of her prominent breasts, while the salwar was a loose baggy one. Her facial features had inherited the same stern look that her mother had, her hair tied in a rather matronly bun behind her head; and as my eyes took in her body, I guessed that she was a 34-C. and that with age; her breasts would probably become much bigger than her mother's.
Her face lit up into a broad smile, as Mayuri ben introduced me to her. Looking at me with a warm smile, she said to her mother "Oh mummy ... I know Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to introduce him to me ... but I am not sure if he knows me..." her voice trailing off. Reaching out with my hand to shake hers, I said "Oh come on Seema didi ... why are you talking like that ... of course I know you ... it's just that we never got a chance to talk before..." My reply pleased her, and she just smiled shyly in return. "Mummy told me about all that you have done for her Jignesh bhai..." she said with genuine gratitude in her voice, " ... we are ... we are very grateful..." I did not know what to say, so I just looked at Mayuri ben helplessly. Seeing my look, Mayuri ben beamed at said to her daughter "See I told you no Seema ... his heart is so big ... he doesn't even want to hear our thanks..." as she once again squeezed my arm. I just said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." As my attentioned moved to the other woman in the kitchen, Mayuri ben exclaimed "Oh how silly of me ... I almost forgot to introduce you to Alka bhabhi..."
She was kneading some dough, and as Mayuri ben introduced her to me, she turned to look at me with a rather embarrassed smile. Nodding her head towards me, she said with a smile "Kem chho ... Jignesh bhai..." in a rather meek voice. I responded by folding my hands in a namaste and said "I am fine Alka aunty ... it's a pleasure to meet you..." "Oh please don't embarrass me by calling me 'aunty'..." she said blushing, wringing her hands to clear the dough which was sticking to her fingers.
Alka bhabhi was a typical Gujarati housewife, about 27 years of age. She was of average height, about 5' 4", and was attired in a sari tied the Gujarati fashion, with the pallu on the left shoulder. She had a pleasant round face, and was quite fair when compared to Mayuri ben and Seema. There was something radiant about the way her fair skin glowed, the blood bringing colour to her cheeks when she smiled. That glow on her skin was the type which only pregnant women or young mothers could have. I was to realize soon that I was not too far off the mark in my assessment.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, favoured by most Gujarati housewives, and I loved the way the parting of her hair was adorned with red sindhoor. She had a lush ripe body, with swollen 34-D breasts that were rather out of proportion to her otherwise slightly built body. As she was leaning forward slightly and keading the dough for pooris, I could see the deep cleavage at the neck of her deep-cut red blouse. In this position, I could also glimpse the side portion of her rather fleshy rounded belly just above the waist-line of her sari. I also noted that she had mehendi on her hands, probably on account of some wedding she would have attended recently, and she wore a handful of red glass bangles on both hands. Her waist flared out into wide hips, adorned by that incredibly heavy round ass that most Gujarati housewives seem to develop after marriage.
As I inadvertently gazed at her, she turned her eyes away in an embarrassed manner, and resumed her kneading of the dough. As I too turned my eyes away, embarrassed at being caught staring, I noticed that Mayuri ben had seen my look, and she just gave me a knowing smile. To break the awkward silence, I had a sudden burst of inspiration, and turning to Seema, I said "Oh Seema didi ... I almost forgot ... I got something for you..." Unslinging my backpack from my shoulder, I extracted the gift-wrapped bottle of perfume which I had originally bought for Amisha, and presented it to her. Seeing that, Seema's eyes grew wide, and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed, as she took the gift from my hands.
Struggling to find words to express her joy, she blurted "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Back on familiar turf now, I just smiled and replied "Maine Mayuri aunty ko meri taraf se gift diya thhaa ... aur ab Amisha ko bhi uske birthday ke liye gift diya hai ... to main aapko kaise bhool sakta thha, didi..." "Oh thank you so much ... thank you so much..." she continued to exclaim, even as her hands kept fluttering from her face to her chest, struggling to suppress her joy. Seeing this, Mayuri ben came closer to me, and putting her hand around my shoulder in such a way that her humungous breasts pressed against my arms, said to Alka bhabhi "Dekha na Alka ... maine kya kaha thha ... ye hamara Jignesh beta kitna dildaar hai ... sabke baare me sochta hai..." I just soaked in the adulation, even as I enjoyed the feel of her rubbing my back lovingly, and her massive pendulous breast pressing against my arm. Alka bhabhi just smiled at me warmly, and nodded her head.
As Seema and Alka bhabhi got busy with the preparations, Mayuri ben pulled me aside and began to give me accounts for the things she had used the money I had given her for. I cut her off mid-way saying she was making me feel awkward by doing that and that it was her money and for her to decide where to spend. In all, she told me that she had spent all the money buying the cake, some wafers, cold drinks and other snacks for the party. Soon, the cake was cut, and Amisha, floored that she was with her gift, made it a point to feed me with the first piece of cake. I made myself useful around the house, helping the three women with numerous tasks. All the girls and the two boys headed to the terrace of the house to play silly games that college girls seem obsessed with.
The caterers, from whom I had ordered for the food, arrived shortly, and Mayuri ben made it a point to look at the bill as I was paying them. It came to about five thousand rupees, and I saw the look of dismay on Mayuri ben's face when she saw the bill. Without a word, she took the bill from my hand and showed it to her elder daughter Seema, who also gave me a look of silent gratitude. The kids were having a ball of a time, as could be made out from the peals of laughter we could hear from the terrace. Having transferred the food from the containers into serving vessels, Seema and Alka bhabhi began to carry it one by one to the terrace, where a small table had been laid out to serve the food. As they went up to the terrace, Mayuri ben grabbed hold me by my hand and led me into the bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a moment, she embraced me, pressing her huge pillowy breasts to my chest and kissed me deep on the mouth. I responded with vigour, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she whispered earnestly, "Beta ... I don't know what to say ... but thank you so much for everything you are doing..." even as she ground her hips against mine. My cock, which was at half mast all this while, hardened instantly, and she could feel the bulge of it press against her prodigious belly. Her face creased into a slow smile, and sliding down her pudgy hands between our bodies, she caressed my swollen shaft through my jeans. "Oh beta ... tumhara to khada ho gaya hai... ""Kya karoon aunty ... aap ko jab bhi dekhta hoon ... aisa hi hota hai..." I replied with a grin, pressing my cock further on to her bulging belly. "Ohh beta..." she moaned, squeezing my cock through the jeans. "Beta..." she continued " ... maine tumhe se kaha thha na ki main tumhari ek khwaish poori karoongi..." referring to her rather cryptic answer when I had said to her earlier today that I wished I could drink milk from her mammoth breasts. "Isi liye maine aaj Alka ko yahaan bulaya hai..." she said, continuing to rub my back with one hand, while the other stroked and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Uske do bacchhe hain ... ek teen saal ki ladki ... aur doosri bacchhu abhi sirf 7 mahine ki hai..." she continued.
After a pause, she spoke again "Is liye ... is liye ... woh apne bacchhe ko doodh pilaati hai ... aur uske ... uske mammon mein doodh hai..." she blurted out. Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, she said "Tum chinta mat karo beta ... maine usse baat kar li hai ... maine usko sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhari sab seva karne ko taiyyaar hai ... bas itna bataao ki kya tumhe woh pasand hai..." "Haan aunty, pasand to hai ... but aunty, how can I..." I began to protest. She cut me off, and replied "Suno beta ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai ... uske marad ka kaam ka koi thikana nahi hai ... bechaari ko apne do bacchhon ko paalna hai ... us par thhodi daya kar do ... us bechaari ko paiso ke bahut zaroorat hai..." continued Mayuri ben trying to convince me to take Alka bhabhi.
My head was swimming at these words. This matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben was tyring to pimp a young married housewife to me, pleading with me to fuck her for money. The thought revolted and excited me at the same time, and I just kept quiet, wondering what I should say. Seeing my discomfiture, Mayuri ben took my hands in hers, and pressing it to her massive breasts through the sari, said to me enticingly "Dekho beta ... tumhari Mayuri aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyyar hai ... aur aunty tumhare liye jitni chaaho ladkiyon ka intazaam kar sakti hai ... bas tum is bechaari Alka par thhodi si daya kar do..." I was still struggling to come to terms with what she was saying and so she continued "Tum usko beech beech main thhode se paise dete rehna ... zyaada nahin ... bas 500 rupees ... main jaanti hoon ki usko paiso ki bahut zaroorat hai ... par woh bahut sharminda hai ... use aisa nahin lagna chaahiye ki tum usko ek ... ek randi ki tarah istemaal kar rahe ho..."
My head still swimming, I shook my head, even as she continued to plead "Beta ... main guarantee deti hoon ki woh tumhe poori tarah se khush kar degi ... dekho usko badan ab bhi jawaan hai ... please beta ... mana mat karna..." With a deep sigh, I replied "Theek hai aunty ... aap itna keh rahe ho to main karoonga ... par ... par agar mujhe zara sa bhi ehsaas hua ki woh is cheez se raazi nahi hai to ... to main aage nahi badhoonga ... aakhir meri izzat ka sawaal hai ... agar Alka bhabhi ne iske baare mein kisi se kucchh kaha to ... to meiin badnaam ho jaoonga..." "Nahin beta ... aisa kucchh nahin hoga ... iski main tumhe guarantee deti hoon..." she replied instantly, pressing herself closer to me. Just as she said this, we heard noises of Seema and Alka bhabhi coming back into the kitchen, and so we hastily separated and went back into the kitchen.
As we re-entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben gave Alka bhabhi a brief nod of her head and a smile, which caused her face to redden. Alka bhabhi stole a quick scared glance at me, before looking away uncomfortably. Mayuri ben just gave me a re-assuring smile. Not being able to face Alka bhabhi at that moment, I picked up some more serving vessels and accompanied Seema to the terrace again. The kids were having a gala time, playing antakshari, and generally making a big racket. Seeing the lavish spread of food, they all let out a whoop of joy. Amisha ran up to me, and grabbing hold of my hand said "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... yeh sab aapne mangwaya hai..." Before I could say anything, Seema interjected "Haan meri pyaari behna, tumhare Jignesh bhaiya ne hi yeh sab intazaam kiya hai tumhare birthday ke liye " giving me a warm smile in the process.
Hearing this, Amisha threw her arms around me, and hugged me tight without a care in the world. She reached only upto my chest, and the feel of her ripe young teenage body and those firm breasts pressing against my chest, sent a thrill of excitement through my body. Krutika, the sexy doll-faced best friend of Amisha, who was standing near-by, gave me a rather flirty smile, and looking at me, said to Amisha "Tu kitni lucky hai Amisha ... kaash mere paas bhi Jignesh bhaiya jaisa koi hota..." Amisha made a face, and retorted tarly "Jignesh bhaiya sirf mere hain ... tu inse door hi rehna..." which elicited a lot of laughter from all the other girls, and Krutika's pink face flushed with excitement. I just smiled, and as something else caught Amisha's attention, I gave a quick wink to Krutika. That surprised and pleased her immensely, and she smiled back coquettishly, biting her lips in the process.
As I headed down once again to help with proceedings, Seema was coming up the stairs with another set of dishes. The staircase was narrow, and so as I smiled and stood to one side to let her pause, her big firm breasts brushed against my arms and her huge wide hips also rubbed against the side of my thighs. As this happened, she looked up towards my face, and let out a shy smile. I just smiled in return, and got on my way. Soon, Mayuri ben, Seema, Alka bhabhi and I returned to the terrace, and all of us began to have food. Everyone split into smaller groups, and began to chat.
Mayuri ben, Alka bhabhi, and Seema were talking together, and Seema made it a point to fuss over me, making sure that my plate was full at all times, and at other times ensuring that the girls & boys were getting what they wanted. Amisha and Krutika were sitting in one corner, and engaged in a deep conversation, and I noticed that both of them were looking at me intermittently and smiling. Gunjan, the thin Punjabi girl with the smallest pair of tits I had seen on a girl, was her usual giggly self, and tyring to flirt with the two boys, who were looking distinctly uncomfortable in this all-girls crowd. Moushmi, the plump busty Bengali girl was with Mini, the slim and dusky Keralite girl; and they seemed to be in deep conversation. Only the two docile girls in the group, Rakhi the Maharashtrian girl, and Gayathri, the huge Andhra girl, were looking a little out of place, and standing by themselves in one corner, eating silently from their plates.
Seeing that they were rather lonely, I walked up to them with my plate. Seeing me approach, the two girls stiffened, and smiled shyly. I flashed my most disarming smile in return, and said "I hope you are having fun..." "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... thank you..." both of them blurted out together. I engaged them in casual small talk, and tried to get them comfortable. It turned out that both these girls were new to the college, and had come from outside the state. Gayathri, the dark heavily built girl from Andhra, was not very comfortable with Hindi; while Rakhi, the Marathi girl was a father-less child, having lost her father a few years back. I got them both talking in a few minutes time, and even took the liberty of casually touching them on their arm or patting their back, as I cracked some jokes to make them laugh.
I noticed how the other groups of girls were stealing envious glances at us. I leant back against the pabangt of the terrace as I continued to eat, and stood really close to Gayathri, so that she was right next to me, and my hips were touching hers, where she also stood leaning against the pabangt. Finishing my food, I kept my plate aside, and leaned back against the pabangt once again, resting both my hands on the edge of the pabangt. In this position, my right hand was just behind Gayathri's big ass, and was touching her butt lightly. Feeling my hand touch her butt, she hastily looked at me, but made no attempt to move away. As I continued to chat and joke, I made it a point to let her see me gazing at her well developed 34-B breasts that were straining through the fabric of her white cotton college shirt.
As she caught my glance, an embarrassed look came to her face, and her hands automatically went to the button at the neck of her shirt, and began to fiddle with it in sub consciously. Meanwhile, Rakhi, the other girl, who was standing on my left side finished her food, and as she was looking for a place to keep the plate, I reached out with my left hand to take the plate from her hand; a movement which caused my elbow to rub against her small but firm 30-B breasts. As I felt the tender young flesh of her firm breasts press against my elbow, I let my arm linger in that position for a moment longer than necessary, and looked her in the eye. To my joy, she made no attempt to move away, and with a smile saying "Thank you..." allowed me to take the plate from her hand.
Since everybody had finished their food by now, I began to help the ladies of the house with clearing the dishes. As the 3 women and I began to take the dishes down one by one, Mini, the dusky slim Keralite girl accompanied us downstairs with some plates. She was a hot little piece of ass, and swayed her slender ass generously as she walked, and there was always a hint of a teasing smile playing on her lips. She wore the shortest skirt among the girls in the group, which showed a fair bit of her dark slim thighs above her knees. As the Mayuri ben, Seema, and Alka bhabhi headed back upstairs to gather the rest of the plates, Mini stayed back on some pretext.
The moment we were alone in the kitchen, she came up to me and said "Hi bhaiya..." the same teasing smile playing on her sexy dark face. "Hi Mini..." I replied, flashing my most charming smile. She smiled broadly again, and pushing away a stray lock of hair from her face, said "Umm ... bhaiya ... I just wanted to say thank you to you for arranging such a nice party..." "Well, you are always welcome, my dear Mini..." I replied charmingly, a teasing smile playing on my lips also. "So is there anything else you wanted to say, Mini..." I enquired teasingly. She blushed, and blinking her long eyelashes, mumbled "Umm ... no bhaiya..." "Ok, then can I say something now?" I asked her flirtatiously. Surprised, she replied "What ... oh sure, bhaiya ... why not..." With a slow smile, I said "For that you will have to come closer..." Caught unawares, she gawked at me, and then a slow smile came to her face.
Throwing a glance at the kitchen door to check if someone was coming, and once sure that no one was, she approached me hesitantly, and stood very close to me, her hands clutched together in front of her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to and fro. Leaning forward slightly, I placed my hand on her waist, and squeezing the taut flesh of her slim waist, whispered into her ear "I think you are very sexy Mini..." Hearing these words, a gasp escaped her dark thin lips, and her hands flew to the top most button of her shirt, which she had left fashionably open. Continuing to hold her by her waist with my right left hand, I reached out with my right, and pushing away a stray strand of hair from her cheek, said "I mean it ... I think you are the sexiest girl in your group..." As I straightened and moved my face away from her ears, I saw that her dark cheeks were flushed with excitement. Hearing noises of someone approaching the kitchen, she hastily blurted out "Ohh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya..." before moving away hastily and running up the stairs. As she left, she turned around once and flashed me a beautifuy sexy smile to show how pleased she was with my attention.
Heading back to the terrace, I announced gaily "Ice cream anyone..." There was a chorus of hurrays, and everyone shouted back "Yes..." Even the shy, conservative Alka bhabhi, who was busy clearing dishes, looked at me and smiled. As I turned to go, Seema, Mayuri ben's elder daughter said "Wait Jignesh bhai ... I will come with you..." "Oh thank you Seema didi..." I replied as I started down the stairs. Telling her to wait for a minute, I quicky walked home and picked up my bike. Reaching Mayuri ben's place on my bike, Seema got on to the pillion seat, ladies style, with both legs on one side, and placed her hand on my shoulder for support. As I zoomed off on the bike with Seema, the girls waved to us from the terrace. As we moved out of eye-sight, I felt Seema adjust her on the pillion rider's seat behind. With her hand on my shoulder, she leant forward slightly, causing her big firm breasts to press against my back.
After a while, she said "Jignesh bhai ... I just wanted you to know how grateful I am for everything you are doing for mummy and Amisha ... I just want to say thank you ... I don't know how I can ever repay you for your kindness..." Straightening my back, I pushed myself back towards to her to feel her big firm breasts better on my back, and turning my head sideways, said "Didi ... if you really want to thank me ... then you must do one thing for me..." "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... tell me what is it that I can do..." she asked earnestly, leaning forward even more and pressing herself further towards my back.
Letting go of the handlebar for one moment, I placed my hand on hers which was resting on my shoulder and said "Didi ... then please stop calling me Jignesh 'bhai' ... you are elder to me ... so please don't embarrass me by calling me 'bhai'..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she responded with a sigh, "Sorry, I won't call you bhai ... you are so kind ... I will call you Jignesh only..." squeezing my shoulder. "Thank you didi..." I replied with a smile, looking her in the eye over my shoulder. "But Jignesh ... you must tell me what is it that I can do for you ... your Seema didi is always there for you ... anytime you need me..." she said with passion in her voice.
Clearing my throat, I replied "Didi ... I feel ashamed telling you this ... but ... but I am just feeling so nice to have sitting here so close to me on the bike ... and ... and feeling your body against me..." She squeezed my shoulder encouragingly, and pressed herself closer to me, saying "I can understand Jignesh..." Emboldened by her positive response, I continued "You know didi ... every since I was in college ... I always had a crush on you ... its just that I was too shy to come and talk to you..." "Oh Jignesh..." she signed, squeezing my shoulder again, and wrapping her left hand around my waist. "Jignesh, didi can understand your needs ... I and mummy are there for you whenever you need us..." she said in a earnest voice. Hearing these words, I stiffened.
Realizing that I was shocked, she said to me quickly "Don't be shocked Jignesh ... I and mummy are very open with each other ... we share everything with each other ... she has told me everything..." "Didi ... I..." I stammered. "It's ok my dear Jignesh ... it's ok ... just relax ... mummy realizes that she is old ... and so ... so ... she cannot satisfy you fully ... so she has told me to take care of your needs ... please don't be angry with her ... she is just tyring to make you happy..." Seema continued in an eager to convince tone. How could I be angry, I thought to myself, still trying to come to terms with the fact, that a 48-year old mother, and her busty 23-year old daughter were telling me that I could fuck both of them; while I lusted for her other 17-year old teenage daughter also. "Mummy was afraid that you might get angry ... that is why she asked me to speak to you..." Seema continued
"In fact, she has already spoken to Radhika aunty, whose beauty parlour I work at, and arranged for you to come there tomorrow afternoon, so that I can give you a special massage ... and special service..." she said matter of factly, referring to Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony, who ran a beauty parlour, where Seema worked as a beautician. I was shocked to hear that this seemingly respectable beauty parlour, also offered these kind of 'services', of which I had only heard of, and that too only in cities like Bombay. Pressing herself to me again, and caressing my thigh with her other hand, as we rode on the bike, Seema urged me "Jignesh bhai ... please don't be angry with my other ... please tell me you will come ... please give me the opportunity to do something for you ... I promise you I will not disappoint you ... I will give you full satisfaction..." she continued to plead in a desperate tone.
Though my heart was racing, I controlled my tone and said in a not-very-convinced tone "Umm ... ok didi ... I will come..." With relief, she hugged me tight from behind, and placing her chin on my shoulder, whispered into my ear "Oh Jignesh ... thank you ... thank you so much ... mummy will be so happy to hear that you are OK ... and ... and I am also so happy ... so happy to know that I will get a chance to serve you..." I just squeezed her hand re-assuringly, even as I felt my cock become rock hard inside the confines of my jeans. We reached the ice-cream shop, and quickly returned with the ice-cream for. The girls were eagerly waiting for us to return, and rushed to take the ice-cream.
While I was handing out the cones to all of them, Mini, the sexy Mallu teenager, made it a point to come from behind and brush her ripe young breasts on my back on the pretext of taking the ice-cream. When I looked up at her, she just gave me a seductive smile and trotted away gaily, like an excited teenage girl. Mayuri ben and Alka bhabhi were downstairs, cleaning up; while Seema was engaged in conversation with the two out-of-place girls, Rakhi and Gayathri.
Mini, the cock-teasing sexy bitch, was with the inseperable duo of Amisha and Krutika, all excited and gay; while Gunjan, the slim rake-thin Punjabi teenager, was still giggling away to glory and trying to flirt with the two boys, who by now were looking thoroughly bored. I looked around to see that Moushmi, the shy plump and busty Bengali girl, was standing all by herself, and eating her ice-cream quietly. Seeing my chance, I headed towards her.
As I approached her, she turned around, and seeing me coming, smiled slowly, a sweet shy smile that made my cock lurch with desire. "Hi Moushmi..." I greeted her warmly, to which she responed with a very shy "Hello bhaiya..." As I approached her, I could not but help notice once again, how huge her breasts were for her age and size. She was short, only about 5' 3", and plump, with baby fat on her cheeks and body, but my no means fat. Almost the entire front of her chest was covered by the huge well rounded pillowy mounds of her 34-C (or perhaps 36-C) breasts that stretched her college shirt to the limit, and made it look like it was too small for her body size.
From her mannerisms, I could make out that she was extremely shy and self conscious, and her long conservative college uniform skirt only served to make her more desirable to me. Her round moon-face with prominent cheek bones and round fleshy cheeks broke into a shy smile as I approached her. "I hope you are not getting bored..." I asked her with a smile. "Oh no bhaiya ... not at all ... I was just..." she stammered back. "Don't' worry ... I know how you feel ... even I used to be like this ... I was never comfortable in large groups..." I said with an easy smile.
I knew I had judged her right by saying that when I saw a look of relief come to her round face, and she managed to say "Oh ... it's not like that ... it's just that..." "It's alright, Moushmi ... you can be free with me..." I said re-assuringly. "If you are feeling uncomfortable because I have come to talk to you ... I will go away..." I added in a kind tone. "Oh no bhaiya..." she blurted out instinctively, and reached out to touch my arm. Then suddenly embarrassed by her own action, she pulled her hand away quickly, and averting her gaze from mine "Sorry bhaiya ... I ... I didn't mean to ... you ... you are right ... I am a little uncomfortable with people..." she managed to say with great difficulty.
With a warm smile, I reached out and patted her plump cheek, a gesture which made her blush, and then went and stood by her side, leaning back against the pabangt wall. As we ate our ice-cream in silence, I nudged her softly with my elbow, and leaning towards her side, whispered to her "You know Moushmi ... you are the cutest girl in this group ... and ever since I saw you, I was just dying to come up to you and speak to you..." At these words, her cheeks reddened, and all she managed to gasp out was an "Oh..." To encourage her, I continued "So Moushmi ... thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk to you..." "Oh bhaiya..." She blurted out "Please don't make me feel so bad ... I am ... I am ... so glad that you ... that you even bothered to notice me ... and..." her voice trailed off. "It's impossible for anyone not to notice you Moushmi ... you are so cute ... and ... and so sexy..." I said smoothly, deciding to take a chance with her.
Once again, she blushed violently, and looking up at my face with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension, stammered "Ohh ... ohhh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya ... for ... for everything..." I just smiled in return, and very subtely slid my arm around her back, and caressed her back gently, feeling the soft flesh of her back, and the strap of her bra which held together her disproportionately big racks. I felt her body stiffen upon my touch, but she made no attempt to pull away. Just then I saw Amisha and Krutika walking up towards us, and I subtely moved my hand away, even as she subtely moved a little away from me.
Coming up to me, Amisha took hold of my hand and said happily "Bhaiya ... all these girls are telling that they want to take a ride of my new cycle ... so we all just want to go on a round on our cycles..." "Of course baby..." I replied heartily. "You won't go away no bhaiya ... you will be here only no..." Amisha chimed, coming really close to me and clutching my hand desperately. "Of course baby ... I will be here only ... you all go and come..." I said to her with a smile, even as I noticed Krutika looking at us with what could only be envy. I winked at her again, and gave her my best smile, which caused her to smile back in return.
As the girls and boys trooped downstairs, I noticed that the two boys were standing near my bike and admiring it. Walking up to them, I asked them if they would want to take a ride. They were elated to hear this, and happily took the keys of my bike to take it for a spin. As the the boys got on to the bike and kick-started it, I saw Amisha looking at them with envy. Calling out to them she said "Hey ... I want to take a ride on the bike ... it's my birthday ... so take me..." The two boys just laughed, and zoomed off on the bike. Amisha pouted with hurt and turned to me. Walking up to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and said "Hey baby ... don't be sad ... I will take you for a ride later ... ok..." She cheered up upon hearing my words, and clapped her hands together and jumped up and down like a young kid.
As the girls went off on their cycles, I headed inside to the kitchen. Mayuri ben had hitched up her sari, and was busy washing the dishes, while Seema was helping her. Seeing me, they both turned to me, and Mayuri ben gave me an embarrassed smile. "Mummy is still feeling that may be you are angry with her because she told me everything..." said Seema, with a knowing smile. I just walked up to Mayuri ben, and holding her by her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch to her massive ass, said to her softly "Oh aunty ... how can I be ever angry with you ... you make me feel so bad by even thinking that way..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly and said "Oh beta ... thank you for your kindness ... I am so glad that you are not upset with me..." Seema just looked at us and smiled with genuine affection.
I had to take a leak, so I walked into one of their bedrooms which had an attached bathroom. As I entered the bedroom, I was surprised to see Alka bhabhi sitting on the bed, with her 8-month old baby in her lap. It took me a moment to realize that she was feeding her baby. I could not see anything because the light was switched off in the room, and she had covered her baby which was suckling on her milk-swollen breasts with the pallu of her sari. "Oh sorry bhabhi..." I blurted out "I didn't realize you were here..." She was equally surprised to see me, and only managed to say "Oh Jignesh bhai ... it's ok ... I am sorry..." I quickly darted into the bathroom, and taking out my rigid shaft from the confines of my underwear, took a long needed piss.
The proceedings of the day had meant that I was having a sustained hard-on for a long time now, and I was desperately tempted to wank off right there and then. With great difficulty, I stopped myself, and after finishing my piss, came out of the bathroom. Alka bhabhi was still sitting there on the bed feeding her baby, and seeing me, she smiled at me apprehensively. As I came back into the kitchen, Mayuri ben was putting the washed dishes back, and Seema was nowhere to be seen.
Seing me, she came up to me and said in a conspiratory voice "Beta, maine Alka se baat kar li hai ... usko maine sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhare liye taiyyaar hai..." Things were moving too fast and too much for me to deal with, and I didn't know what to say. "Uska pati jo hai ... woh abhi ghar par hai ... is liye woh abhi tumko apne ghar nahi le jaa sakti ... par woh tumhare saath tumhare ghar jaane ke liye taiyyar hai ... beta tum jab bhi ready ho ... tum use lekar jaa sakte ho..." continued Mayuri ben, looking at apprehensively, wondering if that is what I wanted. I was just not comfortable with the way she was doing this, and making that poor housewife feel like some cheap whore, who was being forced to sleep with me. Taking a deep breath, I said to Mayuri ben, "Aunty ... I don't even know her ... and I don't even know how she is feeling about the whole thing ... so I don't want to..." "Oh don't worry beta..." Mayuri ben cut me off, "She is only happy to do this for you ... I am not forcing her to do anything..."
I was still not convinced, so I put my hand on Mayuri ben's shoulder and said "Aunty ... I am not some cold-hearted bastard ... I am really grateful for what you are trying to do with me ... but please just allow me to do it my way..." Reaching out for my wallet, I extracted 3 five hundred rupee notes from my wallet, and handing it to Mayuri ben, said "Aunty ... you and I both know that she is doing this because she is in dire need of money ... so I want you to give her this money on behalf of me ... please tell her that I am not expecting anything from her in return ... and please tell her to accept this as a small gesture of help from my side ... because I respect her ... and I will feel good if I know that I am able to help her in some small way..."
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben became silent, and a look of intense love came to her face. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, she reached out and touched me on my cheek with her hand. "Beta, you are kindest man I have ever known in my life ... and all I can say is that people like us blessed to have you amongst us..." As I just smiled wryly, I saw Mayuri ben look at surprise behind my back. Turning around, I saw that Alka bhabhi was standing there at the kitchen door, with a very sad look on her face, and her eyes were red with tears. I realized that she had every word that had been spoken between me and Mayuri ben.
Mayuri ben walked up to her, and taking her by her hand, led her towards me. She followed meekly, her head hung low on her chest, the tears still streaming down her face. Putting her hand across Alka bhabhi's small frame, Mayuri ben said in a kind voice "So beti, you have heard everything that Jignesh has said ... so I don't need to tell you anything ... here is what he asked me to give you..." thrusting the money into Alka bhabhi's hands. As the money was thrust into her hand, Alka bhabhi folded her hands in placation, and looking at me with a pitiable expression, let out a soft sob, a big drop of tear rolling down on her flushed cheeks.
This was too much for me to take, and I felt a lump come up in my throat, and was surprised to see my eyes water with emotion. Seeing me in such an emotional state, Mayuri ben, put her arms around my waist, saying "Oh mara dikra..." and pulled me to her. Seeing this, Alka bhabhi, her lips still quivering with emotion, reached out to take my hand in both her hands, and taking it to her lips, kissed my hand with a lot of emotion. She was unable to speak, and understanding that, I just clasped her hands within my hands, and squeezed it gently. Feeling a surge of tenderness, I let go off her hands, and reaching out to hold her face in my hands, leant forward and kissed her softly on her forehead.
As I quickly pulled myself away, feeling awkward, I was rewarded with a look of infinite love on Alka bhabhi's face, and to my relief, a smile of gratitude came to her face. Mayuri ben just beamed and pulling me to her, so that once again my arms were pressed to her mammoth mammaries under the pallu of her sari, kissed me affectionately on my cheek. Seema came into the kitchen at just that moment, and all of us hastily separated, Alka bhabhi quickly wiping away the tears from her face.
At about the same moment, we heard the girls returning, and all of us headed outside. It was getting late, and the girls had to get home, so they all trooped inside to pick up their college bags from the living room. At that moment, Gunjan, the thin Punjabi teenager, came up to me and clutching her hands together said in a small voice "Bhaiya, I left my bag upstairs in the terrace ... will you please come up with me to get it ... it is dark there and I am a little afraid to go alone..." "Of course dear..." I replied with a smile, surprised that this thin giggly girl, who was all the while busy trying to flirt with those two boys, had suddenly come to me.
As I went up the stairs, she followed me quietly. Her bag was lying in one corner of the terrace, and as I picked it up and handed it to her, she came up really close to me, and said very very seductively "Oh bhaiya ... I just wanted to thank you for arranging such a wonderful party for us ... I had a really nice time ... and I hope that I will be able to meet you again sometime..." Even before I could respond, she started giggling again, and gushed "Oh ... how silly I am no ... you don't even know me ... I am Gunjan, bhaiya ... and ... and I have become a big fan of yours ... I think you are very handsome ... very smart ... and really really nice...", as she stood very close to me twiddling her thumbs together, and dragging her feet.
Not wanting to let go of a chance like this, I grabbed her by her slender waist without warning, and pulled her towards me. Before she could recover from the shock, I pressed her body to mine, feeling her thin rake like body press against mine, those little lemon-sized young teenage breasts mashed against my chest, and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless with her lips parted, I said to her earnestly, "Gunjan ... I think you are the liveliest and cheerful girl I have met here today ... and I was just dying to be alone with you for a few moments ... and yes I will definitely meet you again ... because you have really succeeded in making me feel attracted to you..."
She gaped at me in shock, and then without a word, grabbed hold of my head and pulled my face towards her to kiss me passionately again. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my thighs, and pushed her hips towards me, causing my hard cock inside my jeans to press against her flat firm belly. I responded by thrusting my tongue into the willing mouth this rake thin teenage Punjabi girl, and cupping her small compact ass with my hand. She let out a soft moan and squirmed in my arms, as she felt my hand squeeze the small compact buns of her pert little ass.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

part - 17

Pulling myself away from her, I said "Come let's go down before people start wondering where we are..." She giggled, and adjusting her hair self consciously, followed me downstairs. As the girls were saying good byes to each other, Krutika, the hottest babe of the lot, quietly came up to me, and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper into my hand. With a naughty little smile, she trotted away towards her bicycle. All the other girls too, one by one, came up to me and said their own special byes to me; and I whispered to each one of them individually, that I would meet them soon; something that made each one of them go home happily.

Once all of them had left, Amisha turned to me expectantly, and like an excited kid said "Oh bhaiya ... you promised me you will take me for a ride on your bike ... please take me now..." Mayuri ben interjected, saying "No Amisha ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai ... he must be tired ... not now..." I smiled at Mayuri ben, and said "Oh please aunty ... it's her birthday today ... and I am not tired at all ... we will just go for a short round and come..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly, and chided me saying "I am telling you beta ... you are really going to spoil her..." With a yelp of glee, Amisha ran towards the bike and got on to it even before I could get it off the stand. I kick-started the bike, and engaging gear, zoomed off on to the empty streets behind our colony.
Amisha knew all the tricks in the book, and since she was sitting cross-legged on the bike, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body to my back, the moment we were out of eye-sight. The feel of her ripe young 32-B breasts pressing on to my back did not fail to arouse me, and my cock twitched in my pants. Snuggling up closer to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and said "Let's go for a long ride, ok bhaiya..." "Ok baby, anything you say..." I replied, and reaching behind with my left hand patted her bare knee, which was exposed now since her skirt had ridden up. As if in response to my touching her knee, she pressed both her knees to my hips from behind, and pressed her torso further into my back.
Continuing to ride at a leisurely pace, I asked her "So baby ... did you have a good time today..." "Oh yes, bhaiya..." she replied enthusiastically, "Thank you so much for making my birthday so so special..." she gushed, running her fingers across my taut belly muscles through my kurta. I just smiled and patted her bare knee again, this time making it a point to let my fingers a wee-bit longer than necessary on the smooth skin of her knees. After a brief pause, she said "But bhaiya ... I have one complaint..." "What is that my dear..." I asked back. "You did not give me a birthday kiss..." she replied coquettishly. "Oh..." I replied, surprised that she was bold enough to say that. But then, she was not as naïve and innocent as Jigna was, and this was to be expected.
With a laugh, I said "Well baby ... you never gave me a chance to give you a kiss..." "Don't make excuses, bhaiya..." she said with a pout, playfully hitting me on my belly, "The truth is you just did not want to give me a kiss..." "Oh baby ... now how do I convince you ... tell me how could I have kissed you in front of all those people ... it would have created a scandal..." I replied with another laugh. To that, she giggled, and said provocatively "But now there is nobody ... now no one can see us..." Those words turned me on immensely, and I said to myself that this girl was sure coming on very strong. Without saying anything further, I slowed down the bike, and stopped under a tree, where it was relatively dark, and the street lamps were some distance away.
As I stopped the bike, she got off quickly, and stood there expectantly, clutching her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to & fro. I took my time putting the bike on its stand and then turned to face her, with my back towards the bike. As I looked at this cute short teenager standing in front of me, dressed in her college uniform, her beige coloured pleated skirt reaching just above her knees and worn rather low on her waist, with black college shoes and ankle-length white socks, the white half-sleeved shirt fitting snugly over the twin mounds of her proud young 32-B breasts and the top button left open purposely; I couldn't help but think how my fortunes had changed over the last few weeks.
Sitting down on the bike with my legs spread out, I pulled her by her waist towards me, so that my crotch pressed into hers. Cupping her face my left hand, I kissed her plush on her moist lips; tenderly at first, and then harder as I felt her respond. She responded by wrapping both her arms around me, and parting her lips, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth. From the way she kissed back, I could make out that this was not the first time this cock-teasing 17-year old teenager had been kissed. She darted her hot tongue in and out of my mouth, and even turned her face to one side, lifting one of legs off the ground and bending them at her knee in the classical kissing pose.
My right hand clasped her firm round butt, and pulled her further towards me, causing her ripe young tits inside her shirt & bra to press against my chest, and my hard cock inside my jeans to press against the v of her crotch. After a while, I pulled my lips off hers, and caressing her cheeks, said to her with a smile "Happy birthday, Amisha..." Running her tongue over her moist lips, she smiled and replied "Thank you Jignesh bhaiya..." "Ok now let us better get back or your mummy will start wondering where we went..." I said with a laugh. She giggled, and quickly got on to the bike as I started it. As we headed back, she once again wrapped her arms around my waist, and snuggled up to me from behind. "Tell me bhaiya ... did I kiss nicely?" she asked me in a small voice.
Letting go of the handle-bar with my left hand, I squeezed her palm, and replied "Of course baby, you are a wonderful kisser ... I wish I could tell you how great it felt..." I replied smoothly. After a brief pause, she asked again "Bhaiya ... did kissing me ... did it ... did it arouse you" with some hesitation. In response, I just slid her hand towards my crotch, and pressed it against the bulge of my semi-hard cock through my jeans. "Now do you have your answer Amisha?" I said softly. "Oohhh..." she almost squealed, as her soft hands felt the hardness of my cock through the jeans.
Squeezing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans, she pressed her breasts to my back and whispered into my ear "Ohh bhaiya ... is that ... is that really because of me?" "Of course my dear ... what else do you think..." I replied with a little chuckle. "No ... I thought it..." she mumbled, letting her sentence hanging. Making no attempt to move her soft hands away from where I had placed it, she asked me again "Ok tell me bhaiya ... of all the girls who had come today, whom did you like the most?" Now this was a tricky question, and I took my time before answering. "Umm ... let me think ... I think the girl I liked the most ... was ... was Amisha" I replied with a laugh. "Oh bhaiya..." she crooned, snuggling up to me closer from behind. "Tell me na ... seriously ... which of m friends did you like the most..." "Ok, after my sweet Amisha ... the girl who I thought was the prettiest ... was Krutika..." I replied seriously, knowing fully well that she wouldn't mind me choosing her best friend.
"Hmmm..." she replied with a chuckle of her own, "I also thought you would like her ... you know she is my best friend ... so we always have competition to see who is able to attract more boys..." she continued. "Did you notice bhaiya ... today how she was trying to attract your attention?" she said animatedly, the rivalry between the two evident to me now. "Oh, was she?" I retorted innocently "I did not notice anything..." "Oh good" replied Amisha, "You please don't give her any bhaav, ok bhaiya" "Of course dear ... why would I want her when you are there..."I replied smoothly, a reply which pleased her greatly.
As we were approaching her house, she said "You know bhaiya ... today I placed a bet with her ... I told her that Jignesh bhaiya would give me a birthday kiss ... and she said that you would not ... so now I am very happy because I have won the bet ... tomorrow I am going to tell her how you kissed me today..." "Ummm..." I replied non-commitantly. "If she asks you anything bhaiya ... please please tell her that you kissed me ok ... please don't tell her that I asked for a kiss ... just tell her that you kissed me on your own ok ... please bhaiya..." she pleaded with me in the most seductive manner. "Ok baby, I will..." I replied with a laugh, even as we reached her house, and both of us got off the bike.
As we both entered the house, I noticed that Seema had gone with Alka bhabhi to her place, and Mayuri ben informed me that Seema had gone with her to help her carry home the extra food that was remaining. As Amisha went into her room to change, I walked up to the kitchen where Mayuri ben was clearing up. Seeing me, she wiped her hands on her sari, and quickly embraced me in a hug, pressing my body to her huge fat torso. With a smile on her lips, she said "Jignesh beta ... aaj jo kucch tumne hamare liye kiya hai, Mayuri maasi woh kabhi nahi bhoolegi..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. Casting a quick glance towards the door of the room into which Amisha had gone; she quickly pressed her thick lips to mine, and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, kissed me ardently. I groaned, and clutching her massive fat ass, pressed my hard boner to the soft fleshy folds of her generous bulging belly.
She quickly slid her fat pudgy hands between our bodies, and clutching my cock through my jeans, whispered to me with a smile on her face "Oh beta ... you are so hard ... you want aunty right now isn't it?" "I always want you aunty..." I replied softly with a smile. "Beta ... why don't you sleep here tonight ... then in the night..." she left the sentence unfinished, her smile conveying the rest. Hearing these words from Mayuri ben's mouth, my cock gave an involuntary lurch. However, I had other plans for the night, and so I said "Oh aunty ... I would love to ... but I don't know if it is such a good idea ... what will Amisha and Seema didi think..." She seemed to be caught in a dilemma for a while, and took some time before she replied. "Umm ... Seema will understand ... but Amisha..." she said thoughtfully. "Oh beta ... but will you be ok?" she asked with a lot of concern in her voice. "Of course aunty ... I can always think of you in my bed right..." I replied with a charming smile.
That seemed to appease her, and she responded by giving my cock an extra hard squeeze through the jeans. After a brief pause, she asked tentatively "Beta ... I wanted to ask you something ... if you don't mind..." "Sure aunty..." I replied smoothly. Seeming to be lost for words, she began slowly "Beta ... I know that I am old ... and ... and I know that I ... I may not be giving you complete satisfaction..." Looking into my eyes as if searching for my reaction, she continued "I mean ... I know that you can ... you can ... have all the pleasure you want ... with ... with Sarla..." referring to my voluptuous neighbour Sarla bhabhi. I chose not to say anything, and waited to hear what more she had to say. "Beta ... please don't mind my saying this ... but ... but just that I don't want you to go to that Sarla ... I know that she will be inviting you to go to her ... but..." her voice trailed off.
Wrapping my arms around her massive belly and caressing her huge fleshy back, I said to her re-assuringly "Oh my dear aunty ... why are you even thinking of that ... I remember everything you told me about her ... and that I should be careful with Sarla aunty ... and ... and when you are there for me aunty ... why should I go to her..." Hearing these words, she beamed, and caressing my face said "Oh beta ... I am so glad that you understand..." Then playfully hitting me on my chest, she said with a mock frown "And you don't have to flatter you old Mayuri maasi ok ... I know that you are a young man ... and I know what young men need..." I too responded by shaking my head in mock exasperation. Once again, she pulled me closer to her, and said softly "I will take care of everything you need ... ok beta ... tomorrow afternoon, I have made some special arrangement for you..." "Oh really aunty ... what is that?" I asked innocently. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said "Beta ... did you ... did you like ... Seema?" Hearing this 48-year old matronly lady asking me whether I liked her 23-year old elder daughter sent a thrill to my spine, and I just managed to sputter back "What ... what do you mean, aunty?"
Seeing my obvious discomfort, she said softly with a smile "Beta ... what I meant to ask is ... that ... do you find my Seema beti attractive?" My cock lurched once again, and this time I was sure she had felt it too. "Oh aunty ... you are making me feel so shy now ... how can I ... how can I answer that question..." I protested meekly. I lowered my eyes, and continued in a small voice "Of course, I like Seema didi aunty ... how can I not like her ... she is ... she is so much like you ... she is just like a younger version of you ... though I am very sure that when you were her age ... you were much more sexier..." I finished in a shy voice. Hearing these words, she smiled again, and pressed her body to me harder, caressing my back.
I could make out that my answer had killed two birds with one stone. I had conveyed my interest in Seema and in the same breath ensured that she too was flattered. "You are very sweet Jignesh beta..." she whispered huskily. "I am so happy to hear that you like my daughter ... because for you I have arranged for Seema to give you a special massage tomorrow at Radhika ben's parlour ... I have told her what to do ... I hope you will like it beta..." she continued. "Oh..." I gasped, pretending to be surprised to hear that.
"This is the least I can do for you beta ... for all your kindness ... I have told Radhika ben also that she has to allow Seema to give you a complimentary massage ... and that she should not charge you anything..." she said. "Radhika was not ready at first ... but then I convinced her ... I told her how it is her luck to get a esteemed customer like Jignesh bhai ... and that if Jignesh bhai is happy ... then he will visit her parlour more frequently ... and that he can also recommend the parlour to his friends ... and how much more business she will get my making sure Jignesh bhai is happy..." she continued, trying to boast of how much she was doing for me. "Oh aunty ... you didn't have to do all that..." I protested, though I was thrilled to the core inside. "Oh that's nothing beta ... you just be with your Mayuri maasi ... I will take care of everything..." she said boastingly.
I couldn't help but imagine how shrewd this 48-year old college teacher was. One the one hand, she was making me feel like she was arranging for VIP treatment for me, while on the other hand I was sure she had also arranged for taking a cut from the income the 36-year old Punjabi housewife Radhika Sharma would make from me, and all the other future customers I could potentially bring. I however maintained a thoughtful expression on my face. Seeing the look of indecisiveness on my face, she said quickly "Oh don't worry about anything beta ... nobody will know anything ... and I have also made sure that if you take Seema for your massage, you have to pay Radhika ben only 50% of the charge, which is what Seema has to give Radhika for every client that she services ... and also, with Seema ... you don't have to give her any tip ... and she will always give you full service..."
By now, my cock had reached its bursting point. I couldn't believe my ears. Here was this 48-year old mammoth bosomed Mayuri ben pimping her own 23-year old daughter to me. "And also beta ... there are many other young girls also there at the parlour ... you can always take any girl you like if you get bored with Seema..." she said, still trying hard to convince me. As she waited anxiously for my response, I finally said "Oh aunty ... I don't know what to say ... I am not at all comfortable with the idea of doing all this at Radhika aunty's beauty parlour ... but ... but if it is going to be of any help to you ... then I can think about it..."
Hearing my response, a troubled look came to her face, and after a great bit of conflict in her mind, she finally said "Oh beta ... how can I say this to you now ... all I can say is that it will be a great help to us ... me, Seema, and Amisha ... all of us ... if you agree to this..." In an almost pleading tone, she continued "If you agree to go there beta ... and also arrange for some of your friends to visit that parlour ... and take massage services ... then ... then Radhika ben has agreed to give us a 10% commission for every customer ... you know how little I earn from my government college job ... and I have to get both these girls married ... so ... so we will be eternally grateful to you if you can agree to this..." her voice almost breaking down.
Realizing that I had played out the charade long enough, I replied with a sigh "Oh aunty ... if that is the case ... then I will definitely go ... I will do anything I can if it will help you..." Hearing my response, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and hugging me tightly, said "Oh thank you, Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you..." kissing me repeatedly on my cheeks, forehead, and lips. Just then, we heard Seema return, and I quickly disengaged myself from Mayuri ben's arms. As soon as Seema entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben announced to her "Beta Seema ... Jignesh has agreed to come to your parlour tomorrow..." a broad smile of accomplishment on her face. Seema just smiled weakly, and lowering her face, said in a small voice "Ok, mummy..." "Just make sure you give the best service tomorrow ok?" instructed Mayuri ben in a firm voice. Once again, Seema avoided eye contact with me, and just nodded her head in assentment.
At about the same time, Amisha opened the door of her bedroom and came outside. She had apparenty washed her face, and had changed into her night clothes comprising of an old collared white t-shirt that was a tad over-sized for her, in all probabilities inherited from her elder sister, and a pair of cheap cotton slacks. Even in this completely non-glamorous attire, she looked incredibly desirable to me, the twin mounds of her young firm tits visible under the loose t-shirt.
Seeing her, Mayuri ben said in a stern voice "Amisha ... have you thanked Jignesh bhai for the gift he gave you today ... and all the other things he arranged for your party?" "Of course, mummy ... I did..." she answered protestingly, "Ask him ... isn't it Jignesh bhaiya?" she said turning towards me. "Of course Amisha..." I replied with my most benevolent smile. As we casually chatted, Amisha came and stood next to me and on the pretext of saying something to me, took hold of my hand in hers and brushed her firm young breasts against my arm. Worried that her open indiscretion may end up ruining my prospects in this household, I quickly took leave of them and headed back to my house.
I reached home, and was about to change into my night clothes, when the phone rang. It was my sexy neighbour Sarla bhabhi. "Aap to mujhe bhool hi gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she cooed on the phone, in her trademark sing-song cock-teasing voice. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, "I was a little busy, and just got back home..." She then asked if I had finished my dinner. When I replied in the affirmative, she seemed disappointed, and replied in a small voice, "Oh ok beta ... I guess you must be tired now ... I won't disturb you then ... I just called to..." Sensing her disappointment, I said "Aunty, I am feeling very lonely now ... so is it OK if I come to your place to spend the night ... of course, only if it is OK with you aunty..."
Hearing this, I could sense her perk up, and she replied enthusiastically "Of course beta ... why do you even have to ask that ... I know how lonely you are ... come over beta ... I will cheer you up..." I knew that she was alone, since her husband was traveling. "OK aunty ... I will come over in a few minutes then" I replied. After a brief pause, she said "Beta, do one thing ... don't come from the front door ... I will keep the back door of the kitchen open ... you come from there ... I hope you understand why beta ... I don't want anybody to start gossiping..." "Of course I understand aunty..." I replied with a laugh.
Changing into a pair of comfortable slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt, I went up to the terrace of our house, which shared a common wall with their terrace. Crossing over to their terrace, I headed down to their courtyard, and entered her house through the door of the kitchen, which she had left open for me. As I closed the kitchen door, I called out for her. She answered from inside her bedroom "Give me one minute beta ... make yourself comfortable ... I am coming..." I settled down in the couch in their living room, and switched on the TV.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and my jaw dropped in astonishment at the sight of her. She was dressed in the crimson red satin gown I had bought for her the other day. The gown was of a sheer see-through satin with sleeves that reached the middle of her fore-arms and open at the front, with just a sash tied across her waist. Under the gown, she was wearing the crimson-red satin slip that had come with the gown. The slip came to well above her knees, and was held at the shoulders by two thin straps. I could see that she had put on some make-up and had brushed her dull golden-brown hair fashionably.
Each of her hands were adorned with two dozen matching crimson red bangles, the color of which was in stark contrast to the milky white skin of her hands. From that distance itself, I could also smell the fragrance of the perfume she had liberally applied on herself, and she looked like a ravishing bride ready for her first night. As her face broke into a sexy smile on seeing me, I stood up and said "Oh Sarla aunty ... you look so gorgeous..." She blushed, and came towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively inside her sexy gown. "I had wanted to wear this specially for you Jignesh beta..." she said with her trademark cock-teasing smile ... I hope you like it..." In response, I pulled her towards me, and wrapping my hands around her waist, kissed her passionately on her soft juicy lips. As I held her in my arms, I felt her soft luscious breasts press against my chest, and it became evident that she was not wearing a bra.
As my hands caressed her delicious ass, I also felt that she was not wearing a panty too. She responded with alacrity, pressing her body to mine, and thrusting her hot juicy tongue into my mouth. As I pulled my mouth away from her, she dropped her gaze to my chest, and caressing my bare arms, said shyly "I wanted to make this night special for you Jignesh beta ... like our honeymoon night..." Lifting up her face by her chin, I looked into her eyes with lust and said huskily "You are the most desirable woman I have ever know in my life aunty ... all I can think of right now is how lucky uncle is to have you as his wife..." Ever the seductress, she smiled and bit her lips. Tracing her fingers on my chest, she said softly "Just think of me as your wife Jignesh beta ... I am yours ... for tonight ... and for any other time you want me..." In response, I just pressed her soft body to me, my already rigid cock pressing to her soft belly in the process.
As I pulled away, and sat down on the couch, she asked me if I was in the mood for a drink. Her husband kept a stock of imported liquor which she had at her disposal. Since I had already had dinner, and wanted to be in my senses to fuck her tonight, I settled on a Cognac with warm water and honey. She proceeded to make elaborate arrangements to make the drinks, setting up a tray on the tea-poy, with the bottle of Cognac, a decanter of luke-warm water, and a small bowl filled with honey. As she sat by my side on the couch, and leant forward towards the tea-poy to make the drinks, her crimson red transparent gown fell open at the neck and I could see the cleavage of her milky white breasts at the deep cut neck of the red satin slip inside. The sight of her making drinks for me in this sexy crimson red see-through night gown, and her milky white hands adorned by those red bangles like those of a newly wed bride, which clinked delightfully each time she moved her hands, almost drove me crazy.
As we clinked our glasses and raised a toast to good times ahead, she said "Aaj ki raat ... Jignesh bhai ki suhaag raat ke naam..." As the warm Cognac soothed my throat, I sat back on the couch and relaxed. She settled herself on the couch in such a manner that her back was resting against my chest, and her head was supported by my left shoulder. As she lifted her legs to rest them on the center-table, the front opening of her thin transparent gown fell open, baring her milky white legs and thighs to my view. That's when I noticed that she had also painted her toe-nails with matching crimson red nail-polish. We made small talk even as I played with her hair and ear-lobes, causing her to squirm with pleasure, and giggle constantly like a young shy newly wed bride.
As the Cognac went inside, I felt her body relax, and her movements become more languid. The way she was resting against me with her head on my left shoulder, my left arm was lying on her torso, enjoying the feel of her soft pliant breasts under the gown, and the fingers playing with the soft flesh of her well-rounded belly. Finishing off my drink, I put the glass down, and placed my right hand also on her belly. She too threw her head back, and gulped down the remnants of her drink in one shot. I took the empty glass from her hands, and put it down on the center table. She looked up towards my eyes, and gave me a brazen half smile, the drink obviously having loosened her up. Taking hold of my right hand, she pressed it to her breasts through her gown. Her ran her tongue on her lips to moist them, and closing her eyes, breathed "Ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao Jignesh..."
With a groan, I closed my fingers around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts through the gown, and kissed her on the mouth, plunging my tongue into the depths of her mouth. She responded with eagerness, and moaned. She was almost lying flat on my lap now, her head supported by my arms, and her legs resting on the couch. I quickly undid the cord holding her gown tied together in the front, baring the red satin slip inside. The slip reached just below her pelvis, well above her knees, and was held together at the shoulder by slender straps. Continuing to kiss her, I slid my hand inside her slip through the neck, and cupped her soft juicy breasts. As she arched her back and pushed her breasts into my palms, I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I straightened, and gazed with lust at this lusty 36-year old housewife lying so wantonly in my lap. Her skin, as I have said earlier, was milky white, and the crimson red slip contrasted sharply with it. She lay there with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, as my fingers continued to tease and manipulate her soft, pliant, and milky white 34-C breasts. Opening her eyes, she gazed at me with lust, and squeezed my hand that in turn was squeezing her breasts. I pulled out my hand from inside her slip, and proceeded to slide the slender strap off her left shoulder. Hooking my fingers in the neck of her slip, I pulled it down, baring her beautiful breasts capped with light brown aereolas and pink nipples to my view.
With another groan, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across her already erect nipple; eliciting a shiver from her body. I ran my tongue in circles on the aereolas around her nipples, and teased her by flicking my tongue on the nipple occasionally. She moaned again, and grabbing my head pushed my face to her breasts. Opening my mouth, I took her soft juicy breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on them ardently. She began to writhe uncontrollably in my lap, and her hands began to roam over her belly; finally reaching her pelvic region. Seeing that, I slid my hand down her belly, and began to caress the insides of her thighs. As she wriggled her hips, I slid my palm upwards under her slip, until it came to rest on the soft mound of her hot pussy.
To my surprise, I realized that she had shaved her pussy, and her pussy lips were smooth and clear like a virgin. "Ohh beta..." she moaned as I began to caress her vulva with my fingers. Parting the lips of her juicy pussy, I slid in my middle finger. She was already wet, and my finger slid in easily. As I began to manipulate her wet vagina with my middle finger, she groaned and began to buck her hips. Seeing that she was wet and ready, I pushed in my index finger too, and began to finger her harder; sucking on her breasts at the same time. She grabbed hold of my hand, and pressing it to her vagina, began to buck her hips up and down, writhing uncontrollably in the process.
Sensing that she was wet and ready now, I pulled my fingers away from her pussy and helped her sit up. As I stood up, she looked questioningly at me. "Let's go to your bedroom aunty..." I said with a smile, holding out my hand for her to take. With a smile, she took my hand and stood up. In one swift motion, I swept her off her feet and lifted her in my arms. She squealed with pleasure and clung to my neck, as I carried her in my arms to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and proceeded to take off my kurta and the vest. I quickly peeled of my jeans too, and stood before her in only my briefs; my erect cock creating a very noticeable bulge inside my briefs.
As she lay there expectantly on the bed and gazed lovingly at my well muscled torso, I got on to all fours on the bed between her outstretched milky white legs. Her breathing had become shallow by now in anticipation of what I was about to do. I thrust a pillow under her hips, and parting her thighs, plunged my face between them. I placed one of her legs on my shoulder and began to run my tongue along her smooth milky white calves. She let out a soft hiss as my tongue slid along her calves. I proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs and finally reached her moist clean shaven pussy. With a groan, I thrust my head forward, and parting the lips of her labia with my fingers began to lick the pink slit of her juicy pussy.
"Ooohhhh Jignesh beta..." she cried as my tongue slid inside her pussy and she grabbed hold my head by the hair. I began to suck and lick on her pussy in earnest, spreading open the well lubricated lips of her puffy mound with my fingers, and flicking my tongue across her erect clitoris. She began to thrash about wantonly on the bed, her hips jerking spasmodically and thrusting upwards to take more of my tongue inside. I obliged my allowing her to wrap her legs around my head, and thrust my tongue in deeper. Her moaning had become noticeably louder by now, and grabbing hold my head, she whispered urgently "Fuck me now Jignesh beta ... fuck me ... your Sarla aunty needs you inside her now..."
Needing no further invitation, I quickly positioned myself on my knees between her spread thighs, and pushing up her left right leg so that it was supported by my left shoulder, I quickly stripped of my briefs. My hard throbbing cock jumped out as it was freed of the confines. Holding my cock with my right hand, I guided the red bulbous tip of my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Holding on to her thigh which was resting against my shoulder, I thrust forward hard, burying the length of my cock into the hot depths of her juicy cunt. As my cock speared into her vagina, she let out a guttural cry of pleasure and stretched out her arms on either side on the bed; her hands clutching the bed sheet.
Holding on to her uplifted thigh, I began to fuck her rhythmically, my hips making slapping sounds against her pelvis. As I looked down with lust at my cock sliding in and out of the pink folds of her wet pussy, she threw her head back and screwing her eyes shut, began to let out throaty gasps each time my cock rammed into her. Her entire body shuddered each time I drove my cock into her, and those delicious milky white soft breasts jiggled like a milk pouch. By the way she was going berserk on the bed in response to my relentless fucking, I could sense that she was nearing her orgasm.
She bit her lips, and her fingers grabbed me by my hair, her moans urging me to fuck her harder. I twister her sideways on the bed so that she was almost lying on one side, and repositioned myself in a position where her left leg was between my legs, and her right leg was upright supported by my shoulder. In this position, I could assault her moist cunt in a different angle. Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of her jiggling breasts and began to fuck her with renewed vigor.
By now, her writhing had become uncontrollable, and in an attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure, she grabbed hold of the pillow and bit it with her mouth. Continuing to maul her deliciously soft milky white breasts, I pounded her juicy cunt without reducing pace. Without warning, her orgasm hit her, and she cried out aloud, her body arching like a bow stretched sideways on the bed. Her pussy began to contract in a rhythmic fashion and her entire body began to shudder uncontrollably even as she cried out "Oh Jignesh..." The contractions of her pussy triggered my orgasm too, and I felt my sperm begin its journey from my swollen balls to my rigid cock.
"I am coming, aunty..." I managed to gasp, even as I began to pull my cock out of her cunt. "No Jignesh, no ... I need you inside me..." she cried out, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me deeper into her juicy wet pussy. I arched my back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, as I felt my jism shoot out of the swollen tip of my cock and flood the depths of her pussy. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my face resting on breasts. She cradled my head in her arms with tenderness, feeding me those succulent breasts, even as I continued to take in deep breaths in an attempt to appease my air starved lungs. After regaining my breath, I took leave of her and headed home for a well deserved sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. Groggily, I got up from the bed and went to open the door. My newly hired maid Pushpa stood at the door smiling. There was no sign of the other girl Rani, and I presumed she had arranged to come alone. It came back to me that I had told Pushpa to come prepared to "service" me today. She had come decked up today, fresh from a bath. She was dressed in an embroidered wine-red ghagra & choli, with a matching red blouse. The choli was of the thin translucent chiffon material much favored by these village girls, and was adorned with silver & gold colored tinsels. The ghagra too was elaborately adorned with small mirrors and embroidery. She had even put on a small red bindi on her forehead, and her hands were adorned with cheap matching red bangles.
"Good morning, Jignesh saheb..." she said perkily with a teasing smile. Rubbing my eyes, my voice heavy with sleep, I asked "Aaj tu akeli aayi hai, Pushpa?" "Haan, saheb ... aaj main akeli aayi hoon ... aapne kahaa thha na..." she replied a touch nervously. I smiled, and let her in. As she bustled into the room swaying her slender hips seductively, I could hear the sound of her anklets jingling. Picking up the newspaper, I headed to the bathroom to take care of my morning ablutions. As I brushed my teeth, I could hear her moving around the house sweeping and mopping the floor.
After freshening up, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen platform, busy in boiling some tea for me. Seeing me, she smiled brightly and said "Main aapke liye chai banaa rahi thhi saheb..." Smiling in response, I walked up to her, and standing behind her, took hold of her slender waist with both my hands, just above the waistline of her ghaagra. Pressing my crotch to her small but firm butt, I slid my hands forward to caress her taut belly under the choli. She giggled and wriggled in my grasp, causing her little butt to rub against my partly turgid cock inside my shorts. Since I had not bothered to change, I was still in my boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
Resting my head on her shoulder, I said to her in her ears "Kya baat hai Pushpa, aaj to tu badi sexy lag rahi hai..." She just giggled in response, as she poured the tea into a cup. Sliding my hands up her belly, I took hold of those firm perky little tits of her over the blouse. Cupping them roughly, I breathed into her ear "Mera to man kar raha hai ki mai tujhe idhar hi chod doon..." "Ohh saheb..." she said under her breath, twisting her neck sideways to look at my face, as if to ascertain whether I meant it. Seeing me smile, she blushed, and biting her lips, said in a teasing voice "Aap chai to pee leejiye saheb ... main kahin nahi jaa rahi hoon..." I gave her small erect nubbins a little tweak with my fingers through the blouse, as I let her go with a laugh.
Taking the cup of tea, I picked up the newspaper and went to the balcony outside my bedroom. As I engrossed myself in the newspaper, I could hear Pushpa busy herself with the sweeping and mopping work. After about 15 minutes, just as I finishing the sports page, Pushpa came into the balcony. Standing at the door hesitantly, she said "Kaam sab ho gaya saheb..." Without looking up from the paper, I said "Theek hai..." She stood there hesitantly for a few seconds and then said in a halting voice "Aur kucchh kaam baaki hai saheb?" "Nahi..." I replied in a monologue, pretending to be still engrossed in the paper. That would have stumped her, because she went silent. I was enjoying this.
After a few moments, she asked again "To main ... main jaaoon saheb?" "Haan" I replied again, again pretending to be the least interested. Stunned, she just managed to say "Theek hai saheb..." and turned to leave. Before she had reached halfway, I jumped up from the chair in the balcony, and creeping up noiselessly, grabbed her from behind. By the time she squealed "Uii maa..." I had already picked her up in my arms. Looking at her startled face, I laughed heartily and said "Aise thhodi jaane dene waala thaa main tujhe..." She had instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on, and I saw a look of relief and joy light up her face.
With her thin lissome body, she was as light as a young teenage college girl, and I had no trouble in holding her up in my arms, supporting her by her back and her legs. "Main sochi ki aapko aaj..." she said with a relieved smile, letting her sentence unfinished. I carried her to my bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Clambering on to the bed, I propped a couple of pillows against the headboard of the bed, and settled back comfortably. Pulling her roughly towards me, I made her sit with her back resting against my torso, and my hands around her waist. Her single long braid of hair was resting on her left shoulder and lay in her lap.
Running my fingers in circles on her taut belly under the choli, I rested my chin on her right shoulder and said softly in her ears "Tu aaj taiyyaar hai Pushpa?" Continuing to twiddle with her braid of hair, she replied in her trademark teasing shy voice "Haan saheb ... aaj main poori tarah se taiyyar hoon..." I could smell some cheap talcum powder on her body, and her hair too did not smell of stale oil. She had taken care to prepare herself for me today. "Maine apne haath ke baal bhi saaf kar diye hai saheb..." she said shyly, lifting her arms up to show me. I noticed that her hands were squeaky clean without a trace of any body hair. As I smiled my appreciation, she beamed and leaning forward, pulled her ghagra up to her knees to show me her legs as well. "Dekho saheb..." she said, referring to her waxed legs also.
As she showed me her arms and legs for me to approve, I couldn't help think of how all her cockiness had vanished now. Gone was that teasing cockiness that was so inherent to her sex appeal? She was now totally eager to please, and that turned me on immensely. As she gazed at me awaiting my comments, I asked with a smile "Aur wahaan ke baal?" Her hands instinctively flew to her mouth as she blushed, and with that same shy giggle, she dropped her gaze and said in a small voice "Haan ... woh bhi saaf hai saheb..." "Umm..." I responded, pulling her towards me and running my tongue on her earlobes, causing her to squirm.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 18

My left hand had slid up her belly to cup her small lemon sized tits through the thin cotton blouse – pinching those little erect nubbins of her nipples – even as my right hand slid down her leg and began to pull up her ghaagra from where she had left it at her knees, to bare her slender thighs. As I ran my fingers teasingly along the hard flesh of her thin thighs, she squired again and pressed the back of her head to my shoulder. My cock had begun to fill out by now, and was pressing against the small of her back. As I tried to slide my left palm inside her rather loose-fitting blouse from below, she quickly reached for the blouse and began to unhook it. After opening all the hooks of the blouse, she dropped her hands to my legs which were on either side of hers, and closing her eyes, leant back on my shoulder.

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

With her sitting there comfortably between my outstretched legs, playing with her perky teenage breasts and caressing her young bald pussy, I felt contended with the way my life was going. Her hands were resting on my thighs, and as she played with the hair on my legs she said "Pata hai saheb, kal Sarla bhabhi aapke baare mein pooch rahi thhi..." "Acchha ... kya pooch rahi thhi woh..." I responded, continuing to play with her tits and cunt. "Bas yahi ke aapko koi taqleef to nahi hai ... aur hum aapko koi shiqaayat ka mauka to nahi de rahe hai na..." she replied. "Woh bahut baat karti hai na saheb ... mujhe aur Rani ko woh kal bol rahi thhi ki Jignesh to mere par fida hai ... aur woh mujhe bahut pyaar karta hai..." she continued in a conspiratory tone.

"Acchha aisa bol rahi thhi kya woh" I responded with some amusement, thinking that Mayuri ben was right in telling me that the hot Sarla bhabhi just could not keep her mouth shut. "Haan saheb..." continued Pushpa with enthusiasm, realizing that I was receptive to the topic. "Woh Sarla bhabhi to apne aapk ko heroine samajhti hai na ... lekin humko sab pata hai ... ki kaun kiska aashiq hai..." said Pushpa, with a hint of indignation in her voice. "Main kal Rani ko bol rahi thhi ki dekho woh kabse Jignesh saheb pe dore daal rahi hai ... hai na, saheb?" she asked, twisting her head to look up into my eyes.

By now I was fully aroused, and I said to her "Pushpa, ab tu ghaagra bhi utaar de ... aur phir teri choli ko badan par lapet le ... jaise puraane zamaane mein ladkiyaan karti thhi na, waise..." referring to how tribal women used to dress in the medieval times. As she tried to comprehend what I was telling her, I asked her "Samajh gayi na tu?" She smiled teasingly and replied "Haan saheb ... samajh gayi ... main us kamre main jaakar choli baandhkar aaun saheb?" I smiled and nodded my assent. She quickly ran to the other room to wear her choli the way I wanted her to. After a while, she returned; and I almost had to grab my cock to prevent it from exploding.

She had wrapped the chunni around her hips in such a way that it covered the portion from her waist to midway between her thighs. And on top, it was tied around her torso in such a way that it covered only her breasts; leaving her shoulders, arms, and belly bare to my sight. Since the chunni was of a translucent material, I could clearly see the contours of her perky little breasts under it, with the tiny nipples poking through. She stood there in front of me, her hands hanging limply by her side, and her hip cocked to one side. She looked expectantly at me, and asked "Aapne aise hi pehenne ko kahaa thha na, saheb?" Clearing my throat, I nodded in the affirmative, and proceeded to take more snaps of her.

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

I stood up and walked towards her. Standing close to her, I pressed my hips to her, causing my rigid boner protruding through my boxers to press against her belly. She stood there meekly, with a hint of a nervous smile playing on her lips. I grabbed her by her hair, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Surprised, she let out a soft "Unnhhh..." At the same time; I grabbed one of her lemon sized pert tits with my right hand and squeezed roughtly, eliciting another moan from her.

I was all business now. Pulling her by her arm, I made her sit down on the bed. I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and boxers, and stood naked in front of her; my rock hard cock quivering only inches away from her face. She looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, her lips quivering. She raised her right hand to take hold of my cock, but before she could reach it, I slapped it away roughly. This scared her, but I loved the scared expression on her face. Taking hold of her head with my left hand, I took my steely rod in my right, and rubbed the wet swollen tip on her face. She closed her eyes, and allowed me to rub my cockhead all over her face; her lips, cheeks, and eyes.

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

A groan escaped her throat, as her adam's apple bobbed and she tried to swallow, to prevent herself from gagging again. My cock had stretched her thin mouth to the limit, and there was no way for her to breath except through her nostrils. Deciding to control my animal instincts, I pulled out my cock abruptly. As I pulled out my cock, she took in deep ragged breaths, and swallowed instinctively. Looking up at me with a scared expression on her face, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where the saliva had dribbled out from the side of her mouth. "Tujhe dar lag raha hai, Pushpa?" I asked her in a flat voice. "Nahin, saheb ... nahin..." she replied quickly, managing to give me a week smile. Her cockiness had deserted her completely now. "Dekh Pushpa, tujhse agar yeh nahi ho raha hai to bataa de ... main kucch nahi karoonga tere saath..." I said to her in a reasonable voice, feeling a tinge of sympathy for her.

"Nahin nahin saheb ... aisa kucch nahin hai ... ab sirf boliye kyaa karna hai mujhe ... main sab karoongi..." she said hastily, as if trying to make amends for something. "Theek hai..." I replied with a smile " ... mujhe mera lund tere moonh mein daalna hai ... aur tere moonh ko chodna hai..." "Kar payegi tu?" I questioned her. "Haan saheb ... kyun nahin..." she replied quickly, albeit swallowing involuntarily and with a look of fear that betrayed her state of mind. "Theek hai ... phir tu let jaa bistar pe..." I instructed her. She complied instantly, and began to lay down on the bed with her head towards the head-board. "Nahin, aise nahin ... apna sir is taraf karke let..." I said, pointing towards the foot of the bed. "Haan saheb..." she mumbled, and quickly twisted herself on the bed and lay down as I had instructed. As she lay there and looked up at me with that nervous look on her face as if not knowing what to expect, I smiled my approval at her. She managed to give me a weak smile in return.

Going towards the foot of the bed, I stood near it so that I was standing exactly behind her head. As she twisted her head up to look at me, I took her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me in such a way that her head was now partly unsupported, and hanging down the bed; her throat and neck outstretched. Bending my legs, I supported my knees on the foot of the bed, and dangled my swollen balls over her face. I lowered myself in that position so that my balls touched her lips. She opened her mouth immediately, and began to tongue my balls, even as I stroked my cock to keep it hard.

Lifting my balls off her mouth, I said to her gently "Ab moonh khol Pushpa..." She complied immediately and opened her mouth wide. Placing my left hand on the bed to support myself, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, burying it to the hilt so that my balls slapped against her nose. This time she was better prepared, and took it in with only a little discomfort, even though her body went taut and she instinctively lifted her hips off the bed.

To fuck a girl's mouth in this position with her face upside down, had been a fantasy I had harbored for a long time, and it sent a thrill down my spine. She let out a low gurgling moan, as I began to slide my cock in and out of her thin mouth, touching the cave of her throat with each inward thrust. To her credit, she adjusted beautifully, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my thick cock. The sight of her Adam's apple bobbing as her throat constricted around my swollen cock, her body twisting involuntarily with her legs bent at the knees and her hips lifted off the bed, was a hugely perverted sight.

The translucent thin wine red chunni which was dbangd on her body was now in disarray, and her right tit was bared to my view. At her hips too, the chuuni had ridden up to her pelivis, and I could see her clean shaved thin cunt lips. Her rake thin legs and slender thighs were parted, and her taut belly went concave as she took in deep breaths through her nostrils. I roughly threw off the chunni from her torso, baring her almost flattened chest to me. Taking hold of one of her little budding tits in my hand, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest.

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

As I continued to fuck her mouth in this upside down position, she was involuntarily grabbing the bedsheet with her fingers, and raising her hips off the bed, twisting her body from side to side. With my right hand, I was ravaging her proferred tits, and pinching the nipples hard, eliciting more throaty grunts and moans from her stuffed throat. Her small brown nipples had become a shade darker now, and there were rod welts on her tits where I had squeezed them roughly. I was mad with lust now.

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

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

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

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

"Saheb..." she whispered softly, as she reached between her thighs and guided my condom-sheathed cock towards the moist slit of her cunt. She had a look of fear in her big eyes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. Before she could say anything, I jerked my hips forward causing my thick turgid cock to push into her slender teenage cunt. She bit her lips and grimaced, her hands grabbing mine where I was holding her by her hips. She was tight, and her pussy stretched to accommodate my swollen cock-head. I was tempted to ram my cock in fully into her, but I held back seeing that she was holding her breath, and her eyes were closed, with her lips held clamped in her mouth. Feeling a tinge of regret at my brutal behavior, I held myself there with just my cockhead buried in her incredibly tight pussy. I reached between her legs, and slowly started massaging the upper portion of her slit, stimulating her clitoris gently. She opened her eyes, and looked at me with an expression of surprise and gratitude.

I just smiled at her and said softly "Tujhe dard ho rahaa hai to bata de mujhe, Pushpa..." "Nahin saheb, aap kariye ... main ... main theek hoon ... bas thhodi taqleef hogi shuru main ... aapka itnaa motaa hai na..." she replied back in a halting voice, trying her best to smile at me through her obvious discomfort. I couldn't help but think how docile this otherwise cocky bitch had become, now that I had her at my mercy. As I continued to manipulate her clit with my thumb right above where the tip of my cock was buried in her cunt, she began to closed her eyes and began to squirm, moving her hips and trying to take more of my cock inside. I pushed forward slowly, and was rewarded by her stretched pussy lips stretching further. In a way, it was good that I was wearing a condom, since otherwise I would have felt some discomfort owing to how tight her teenage vagina was.

Her young pussy was holding my cock like a velvet glove, and it was a hugely erotic sight to see this thin young village girl lying sideways on the bed, her hands holding up one leg bent at her knees so that they were almost touching her stomach, while her back was arched, her neck stretched up taut, and her eyes screwed shut, holding her lips clamped shut compulsively. My cock was nearing its bursting point now, and I couldn't hold on any more. With a grunt, I pushed into her, sending my cock tearing into her tight outstretched cunt. She let out a cry of "Aaiiii maaaa..." and buried her face in the pillow; her body going taut like a bowstring. With my cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy, I leaned forward caressed the long braid of her hair that lay on the bed.

Her face still buried in the pillow, she reached out to touch my hand which was still fondling her firm small perky breasts, and said cried out through clenched teeth "Saheeebbbb ... ab chodiye mujhe ... chodiye mujhe ... ab aur mat tadpaao..." Hearing this, I began a slow rhythmic back & forth motion of my hips, moving my cock in and out of her tight but wet pussy with some difficulty. As I began to stroke her cunt slowly, I could feel her pussy muscles relax a bit, and my cock go deeper into her young teenage cunt. Encouraged, I grabbed her left leg that was bent at the knee, and hefted it over my shoulder. With another throaty grunt, I began to fuck her in earnest. It was not easy going, and the tigtness of her pussy was giving my cock a throrough workout that would make me come sooner than otherwise.

As I rammed my cock into her with renewed vigor, she kind of went into a trance. Her eyes were screwed shut, but her mouth was wide open, and with each thrust of my rampant cock, silent cries accompanied by deep gasps of breath were escaping her mouth. Tears from her shut eyes were now rolling down her cheeks. Then her hands clamped my hand which was holding her slender bony hips, and closing her lips clamped shut, she began to emit deep grunts of "Unnhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." With my cock inserted in her pussy, I turned her around on the bed so that she was lying on her back, and manipulated her bent leg so that they were spread out on either side of me. Then cupping her bony buttocks, I mounted her in the missionary position and began to fuck her with vigor.

Her grunts turned into moans, and her legs automatically went up in the air as I fucked her relentlessly. I was supporting myself with my hands on either side of her torso, and as I looked down at her slender naked body, even as she lay there impaled by my cock, I couldn't' help but get more turned on how incredibly erotic she looked lying there like that, her belly forming an almost concave hollow, and her back arched upwards, causing her small perky breasts to get flattened on her chest, those pert little nubbins of her brown nipples quivering and erect. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head was thrashing from side to side, even as I took hold of that very long single braid of hair and wrapped it around my arm.

Holding her head by her hair, I began to pump into her brutally. She was whimpering continuously now, and crying out "Aaannnhhh ... Aaannhhh..." with each thrust of mine. As I looked up, I caught the reflection of me fucking her in the mirror of the cupboard at the foot of the bed. It was a huge turn on to see that image. Her slender bony legs were sticking up straight in the air, and my muscular buttocks were flexing as I ploughed into her cunt. Suddenly she let out a cry of "Aaaiiieeee..." and her legs went taut in the air; her hips rising off the bed in spasms. Her hands clamped around my back, and that's when I realized her orgasm had hit her. That did it for me, and I too exploded inside her, albeit into the condom, with a load groan. I could actually feel my ejaculation spurt out of the swollen head of my cock, and fill up the tiny sac at the tip of the condom. She continued to jerk her hips spasmodically, even as her orgasm continued to ravage her body.

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

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

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

After Pushpa left, I headed for a shower as the vigorous fucking had left me sweaty & sticky. Just as I was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty with my lunch. Opening the door, I greeted her with a big smile and said "Arre Kalpana aunty ... main aapko hi yaad kar raha thhaa..." She gave a shy laugh in return and replied "Beta, main bhi tumko milne ke liye kab se intazaar kar rahi thhi ... kyunki kal saara din main tumhare baare mein hi sochtee rahi..." even as she entered the room, and I closed the door behind us.

Today too she was dressed in her same old bottle-green cotton saree and matching blouse. As she mopped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, I took the tiffin carrier from her hand and put it down on the center table. Since I was wearing just the white Turkish towel wrapped around my waist with water droplets still dripping from my hair, she couldn't help but look at my well-muscled torso.

With a smile, I pulled her towards me and embraced her warmly, pressing her heavy body and breasts to press against my chest. Wrapping her arms around my bare back, she looked up at my face with a loving and tender expression. "I missed you yesterday night, aunty..." I said softly, and cupping her face gently in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she whispered, and responded by pressing her body to me and kissing me back.

Since my cock was yet to recover from its brutal assault on the lissome Pushpa, I did not want to start something I that I wouldn't be able to complete. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I said to her with a laugh "Aap bilkul sahi time par aaye, aunty ... mujhe bahut bhook lagi thhee..." Hearing that, her motherly instincts took over instantly, and she said "Oh beta ... tum baitho ... main tumhare liye khaana paros deti hoon ... yeh sab thanda ho jaaye usse pehle tum kha lo...", even as she disengaged herself from my arms and busteld towards the kitchen, wrapping her pallu around her ample fleshy waist.

After she served the food in plates, she sat down by my side to watch me eat. As I tucked into the delicious food, she watched me with fond affection. After I had finished my lunch, and was rinsing my mouth at the sink, she came into the kitchen carrying the soiled dishes. She then began to wash the dishes at the kitchen sink, and I plonked myself on the kitchen platform to watch her. As she was rinsing the plates, she said to me hesitantly "Beta, tum aaj raat ko mere ghar par aa sakte ho khane ke liye?"

"Oh aunty, aap mere liye itna taqlif mat uthaya karo ... main kahin baahar se kha loonga..." I replied. Still continuing to rinse the dishes and not meeting my gaze, she replied "Beta, aisa kyoon bolte ho tum ... tum jaante ho na ki aunty ko kitna acchha lagta him tumhari seva karne mein..." After a pause, she continued "Aur ... aur ... aaj aakhiri raat hai jab main ghar par akeli rahoongi ... kal Jigna bhi waapas aa jayegi ... aur Jatin bhai bhi..." I had almost forgotten that Jigna was returning from her picnic tomorrow.

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

Sliding my hands up from her belly, I cupped her huge heavy breasts confined in the blouse with my palms, and squeezing them gently repeated "Main zaroor aaoonga aunty ... main bhi taras raha hoon aapke saath ek aur raat bitaane ke liye..." Hearing my words, a shy smile lit up her face, and she said "Thank you beta ... thank you..." Turning around, she dried her hands on the pallu of her saree and said "Ab main zara bazaar jaati hoon ... mujhe raat ke liye kuch sabziyaan khareedni hai..." Once again, she kissed me on my lips and said "Main tumhara intazaar karoongi beta..." With that she disengaged herself from my arms, and began to pick up the containers of the tiffin carrier.

After I had seen Kalpana aunty off at the door, I went to my room to change. Today was going to be a special day for me, as I had an appointment at that beauty parlor where Mayuri ben's 23-year old daughter, Seema, was supposed to give me a 'special' massage. I changed into a pair of track-pants, sandals, and a white polo-neck t-shirt. Getting on to my bike, I headed to the beauty-parlor run by Mrs. Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony.

Her husband dabbled in local politics and also ran the cable TV business in our area, and they had two daughters, aged twelve and eight. As I parked my bike outside their bungalow, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would notice my coming here. Being about 2 pm in the afternoon, the lane was deserted. They ran the parlour in one of the duplex houses in our colony itself, and the only advertisement was a discretely placed board near the gate that said "Radhika's Beauty Parlor – for Ladies & Gents". As I rang the bell, the door was opened by Radhika aunty. Upon seeing me, her face broke into a huge toothy smile, and folding her hands together, she greeted me "Namaste, Jignesh bhai ... aaiye, aaiye ... main aap hi ka intazaar kar rahi thhi..."

Radhika aunty was the classic Punjabi woman. She had a medium fair complexion and long hair tied in a single braid that reached up to her hips. Her plump round face had a fair bit of make-up on it, with rouge highlighting her prominent cheeks, and red lipstick adorning her thick lips. She was dressed in an elaborate embroidered red & blue saree, with plenty of golden tinsels adorning the pallu, and a matching sleeve-less blue blouse. An elaborate gold & blue-stone necklace adorned her neck, which were complimented by matching dangling ear-rings. On her arms, she wore a dozen red & blue glass bangles each, that completed the Punjabi house-wife dressed-for-an-occasion look.

I also noted the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair, and a tear-drop shaped red & blue bindi on her forehead. Her saree was tied well below her belly-button, and the way she had dbangd the pallu over her torso, one could see the partly exposed front of her sexy well-rounded belly. She was short by Punjabi standards, only about 5'6", with a heavy womanly body. Her bare arms in the sleeveless blouse were fleshy, and under the ornate pallu of her beautiful saree, I could see the contours of her heavy rounded breasts. Her waist flared into wide hips and the characteristically heavy ass.

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

On the wall facing these chairs was a large mirror, with a counter in front that had all the tools of the business laid out. What had once been a show case had now been converted to a display cabinet filled with various cosmetics. As I looked at the room, she stood expectantly in front of me, as if waiting to hear my comments. "Aapne is jagah ko bahut accha sajaya hai, Radhika ji..." I said. She gave me that wide toothy smile again, and fluttering her eyelashes replied "Oh, thank you Jignesh ji..."

Tucking the pallu of her saree into her waist, she bustled inside into the other room behind, where the house originally had a bedroom and a kitchen. She returned in a few seconds, holding a tray in her hand, which had a dish with rolled-up cold towelette and a tall glass of chilled raw mango sharbat. Placing the tray on the corner table by my side, she picked up the glass of sharbat, and handing to me with both hands, said "Yeh aam panna hai Jignesh ji ... mujhe yaad hai ki aapko aam panna bahut pasand hai..."

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

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

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

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

"Seema ko tum jaante hi hoge beta..." she said pointing to Seema. "Hello Seema..." I said with a smile. She responded by folding her hands together and saying "Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." with a shy smile. Turning to the other two girls, Radhika aunty said "Yeh Aarti hai ... aur yeh Sushma hai..." The girl called Aarti was fair slender one, who looked to be Sindhi by her features. She had the slim built of a college-girl, with pert little breasts that looked to be 30-B, and a thin aquiline face with delicate features. She looked to be barely in her twenties, and her structure was very similar to my maid Pushpa, whom I had fucked today morning.

She too folded her hands in the traditional Indian way and said shyly "Namaste sir..." "Hello Aarti..." I replied with a smile. The other girl, Sushma, looked to be a little older than both Aarti and Seema, about 25 or 26, I estimated. She was of medium build, with a pleasant homely wheat-complexioned face, and could easily be mistaken for your neighborhood didi who had reached marriageable age. She was reasonably well endowed, with firm round breasts that I estimated to be a 32-B, and shapely well contoured legs. While Aarti's hair was cut short in a boy-cut, Sushma had long hair tied in a single braid behind her back.

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

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

These bedrooms were the ones that were now converted to what Radhika aunty referred to as "cabins". The windows were covered with thick curtains, giving the room a cozy feel. At the center of the room was a queen-size bed flanked by two night-stands on either side of the bed. The bed was considerably higher than normal ones, ostensibly designed with the intent of allowing the person giving the massage to stand and deliver without having to sit on the bed or bend forward too much. There was even a small low-height stool placed next to the bed to allow a person to climb on to the bed without difficulty. One one side of the room was also a full-sized wardrobe with a built-in dresser. As we entered the room, I saw that a maid servant was putting on fresh white linen on the bed. Having readied the bed, she proceeded to arrange various things like fresh white towels, lotions, oil, powder, and a basin of hot water on a trolley-stand next to the bed.

It was when she turned that I recognized this maid, whom Radhika aunty had referred to as Rambha a while back. She was a 23 or 24-year old brown-skinned Rajasthani girl who had been working at Radhika aunty's house for a long time now. She did not have a good looking face as her mouth was marred by prominent buck-teeth. But her body more than made up for her rather unpleasant face. She was dressed in the trademark village attire of a bottle-green ghagra, a yellow blouse through which the outline of a white bra could be seen, and a red choli. I had noted that these village girls had an affinity towards wearing bright colours, however dark they might be. She had average sized breasts, the conical mango-shaped ones that stood proudly on her chest, and which I estimated to be about 32-B or C.

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

"Sab ready hai na, Rambha?" asked Radhika aunty as we entered the room. "Haan, aunty ji..." replied the maid as she straightened up and turned around. Upon seeing me, she blushed and gave me a toothy smile, her hands immediately reaching up to her face to cover her mouth. I just smiled weakly in return, suddenly feeling awkward realizing that all these girls probably knew be from the time I was a kid. As Rambha quickly went out of the room, Radhika aunty turned to me, and flashing her most charming smile, said "Beta ... tum bilkul sharmaao mat ... tumhe kissi bhi cheeze ki zaroorat ho to aunty se keh dena ... tum bas relax karo..."

To Be Continued..

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Part - 19

With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Aunty ... I don't know what to do ... this is the first time I am coming to a place like this..." With a little laugh, she came closer to me and placing her hand on my chest said "Oh beta, tum chinta mat karo ... tumhe kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... tum bas aaram karo ... maine apni ladkiyon ko khud train kiya hai ... woh tumhe poora satisfaction dengi... " Seeing the apprehension on my face, she came even closer to me, so that her ample bosom was touching the lower part of my chest.

Touching my cheeks fondly, she said sweetly "Tumhe jo bhi karne ka man kare beta, tum kar sakte ho yahaan par ... waise to main tumhara welcome karne ke liye Sushma ko bhejjit ... par kyonki Mayuri ben ke kehne par tum yahaan aaye ho ... aur uski icchha thhi ki Seema hi tumhara pehla massage kare ... is liye main uski baat maan gayi..." I could only muster an embarrassed "OK..." With a teasing laugh, she slipped her left arm around my waist, and pulling me to her so that my body was now pressed to her lush ripe and heavy body, she ruffled my hair and said "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum kitne sweet ho..." I just smiled shyly in return. "Beta ... tumhe agar koi bhi shikayat ho to mujhe bata dena ... theek hai ... tum to mere VIP guest ho beta ... tumhari khushi ke liye to aunty kucchh bhi kar sakt hai... "she said in a low husky voice.
She was standing so close to me with her body pressed to me, that I could feel my cock stir inside my pants and press against her fleshy belly, and I couldn't help but get aroused at the feel of her heavy ripe breasts pressing against my torso. And somehow the overpowering smell of paan from her red mouth only served to highten my arousal. Placing a quick peck on my lips, she said "Chalo ... ab tum kapde utaar kar let jaao ... main Seema ko bhejti hoon..."
As she let go of me from her warm embrace, I turned around and began to unbutton my polo t-shirt. Sensing a movement behind me, I turned around and saw that she was still standing there watching me with a hint of a seductive smile on her lips. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my head, but stopped myself short on seeing her still standing there. Seeing the surprised look on my face, she let out a small laugh and said "Ruk kyun gaye beta ... main sirf tumhare physique ki ek jhalak dekhna chaahti thhi ... maine dekha hi tum har roz subah uthkar gym jaate ho..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. "Accha achha theek hai beta ... main tumhe aur nahi sataaoongi..." she said with a laugh again. With that she closed the door behind her and left the room. Not knowing what to do next, I climbed on to the bed and settled down to wait.
After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." I said aloud. Seema came into the room with a shy smile on her pleasant face, carrying a tray with a glass jug of iced water and a glass. Without a word, she placed the tray on the night-stand near the bed, and then went back towards the door to lock it. After locking the door, she turned around and slowly walked back towards me sitting on the bed. Before I could say anything, she went down on her knees and touched my feet with both her hands, and then touched them to her forehead, in the traditional Indian gesture of respect that youngsters are expected to offer to elders. As her hands went down once again to touch my feet, I jumped off the bed and bent forward to grab her by her shoulders. Pulling her up, I asked her with alarm "Seema didi, what are you doing!" Lowering her eyes, she said in a small voice "Jignesh bhai, I just want to let you know how grateful I am to you for coming here..." With a groan, I pulled Seema to me and embracing her warmly, said "Oh Seema didi ... please don't ever say that again ... please..."
As I had mentioned earlier, Seema didi was in the same mould as her mother; short statured, broad, and thickset, with heavy round 34-C breasts. As I felt her heavy body with those thick breasts press against my chest, I caressed her back with my hands, feeling the strap of her bra through the knit fabric of her black t-shirt. She relaxed and let face rest against my chest, her hands holding me by my waist gently. After a few seconds, she pulled herself away, and looking up at me with a smile, wiped away the tears of gratitude that had sprung to her eyes. As I looked at her broad face, with the weather-beaten wheat-colored skin and thick lips, I realized she was not the manipulative whore that her mother was.
Clearing her throat, she said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... ab aap apne kapde utaar kar let jaaiye..." With that she stood back to allow me to take off my clothes. As I pulled off my t-shirt, she took it from my hand and taking a hanger from the wardrobe, hung it neatly on the rod. I couldn't help but look at how desirable the heavy-bodied Seema did looked in that short black skirt and t-shirt. She was busty alright, with firm heavy breasts that were a younger version of her mother.
They did not sag as much as her mother's, but they were still well spread across her chest on account of the rather tight bra I presumed she was wearing. Even with the tight bra, her t-shirt was stretched taut across the span of her breasts. Plump as she was, she did not have a flat belly and I could see the slight bulge of her ample waist where her t-shirt was tucked into the waist of her pleated black short skirt. The skirt reached upto the middle of her thick thighs, and her legs were by no means slender; with the flesh of her thighs having a dimple at the knees. She wore black medium heeled sandals on her legs.
As I admired her body, I realized she had caught me looking. When our eyes met, she smiled in embarrassment and said softly "Jignesh bhai ... aapki body bahut acchhi hai..." her eyes furtively glancing at my well muscled chest and biceps. "Aur aapki bhi, Seema didi..." I replied with a hint of a smile. She just smiled and averted her gaze. Realizing that she was waiting for me to take off my track-pants too, I proceeded to do so, albeit with some awkwardness. I was wearing my white Rivolta briefs, and my cock which had begun to stiffen, bulged slightly from the front of my briefs. She walked up to me near the bed, and placing her hand on my bare thighs, said softly "Ab aap let jaaiye Jignesh bhai..." I complied silently and lay down on my back.
Clearing her throat again, Seema didi said "Aap pehle pet ke bal letiye ... main pehle aapka back massage karoongi..." "Theek hai, Seema didi..." I replied, and turned myself around to lie on my stomach. Since I was lying with my face to one side facing the wardrobe, I could see both of us clearly in the mirror. Placing her thick hand on my back, she asked "Jignesh bhai, aapko kis tarah ka massage pasand hai ... cream massage, oil massage, ya powder massage..." Having never experienced anything like this before, I replied "Didi ... main pehli baar aise massage karwa raha hoon ... mujhe iske baare mein kucchh nahi pata ... aapko jo bhi theek lage wo keejiye..." I saw her smile in the mirror at my inexperience, and she said "Phir to main aapko oil massage deti hoon Jignesh bhai ... baby oil se ... woh aapko bahut acchhaa lagega..." "Theek hai didi..." I replied.
As she picked up the large bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil from the dresser at the wardrobe, she asked me "Acchha, mujhe ek baat bataaiye Jignesh bhai ... kya aap yahaan par sirf isliye aaye kyunki mummy ne aapko aane ko kaha?" As I watched her pour the oil liberally into the palm of her hand, I replied "Hmm ... agar aapki mummy ne mujhe nahi bataya hota to mujhe yeh kabhi nahi pata lagta ki yahaan par aise gents ke liye bhi massage milta hai..." I paused to look at her face in the mirror. Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued "Par main yahaan par aaya Mayuri aunty ke kehne par nahi ... main sirf isliye aaya kyoonki mujhe aap ke paas aana thha ... agar aap yahaan par nahi hoti ... aur agar aap mujhe yahaan par aane ko nahi kehti to main kabhi nahi aata..."
That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she said softly "Thank you Jignesh bhai..." with a fond smile on her face. Spreading the oil on my back and beginning to massage my back, she asked "Aapko Radhika aunty kaisi lagi Jignesh bhai?" "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe who kucchh zyaada acchhi nahi lagi ... mujhe woh bahut rough lagti hai ... aur waise bhi mujhe paan khaane waali auratein acchhi nahi lagti..." I replied. "Haan woh thodi si rough to zaroor hai..." she agreed. "Par mera unpar kaafi karz hai ... unhone mujhe yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to..." her voice trailed off. "Haan yeh baat sahi hai ... unhone aapko yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to mujhe aapke haath se massage milne ka mauka kahaan milta..." I said with a laugh. She smiled at that again, and replied "Jignesh bhai ... aapko agar meri zaroorat hoti to aap sirf ek baar mujhe bol dete ... aapke liye to main aapke ghar par aa jaati ... aur..." and her voice trailed off again.
Her hands were now gently kneading the muscles of my back near my neck, and I could feel my body beginning to relax. As I closed my eyes, she asked me again softly "Aapko kaisa lag raha hai Jignesh bhai ... main theek se kar rahi hoon na... ?" "Umm didi ... bahut acchha lag raha hai..." I muttered. She began to massage my spine with her fingers expertly, and continued chatting with me. "Acchha aapko yahaan ke staff mein se kaun zyaada acchi lagi ... Aarti ya Sushma?" she asked me curiously. Opening my right eye, I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that she was gazing expectantly the back of my head, and was keen to hear my answer.
"Hmm ... yahaan ke staff mein se mujhe sabse zyaada acchi lagi woh ladki ... jiska naam Seema hai..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she said with a spontaneous laugh, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure at my flattery. "Bataao na, Jignesh bhai ... un dono mein se aapko kaun zyaada pasand aayi..." she persisted, pouting those thick luscious lips of her in mock consternation. "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe woh Aarti zyaada acchhi lagi ... woh mujhe dil ki acchi lagti hai ... woh Sushma mujhe thhodi chaalu lagti hai..." I replied. "Thhodi nahi ... bahut chaalu hai woh Sushma..." replied Seema did immediately. "Aapne bilkul theek kaha ... woh Aarti acchi ladki hai ... woh bhi meri tarah apna ghar sambhalne ke liye yahaan par kaam karti hai..." she continued. "Par Sushma bahut chaalu ladki hai ... woh sabko patati hai paison ke liye ... par peeth peeche sabki buraai karti hai ... sabse badi dhongi hai woh..." Seema didi said with some emotion. "Hmm..." I responded with my eyes closed, simply enjoying the way her fingers were manipulating the muscles of my back.
"Par dekho na logo ki taqdeer kaisi hoti hai ... hai sabse badi chaalu lekin saare customers usko hi sabse zyaada pasand karte hain ... aur usi ko sabse zyaada tip ke paise bhi milte hain..." Seema did continued to bitch. Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika aunty was running, I asked Seema didi "To yahaan par kis tarah ke log aata hain, didi?" "Zyadatar yahaan par saare uncle-type log aate hain Jignesh bhai ... kaafi log woh hote hain jo ki Radhika aunty ke husband ke dost hote hain ... jinko ki unhe apne politics ke kaam ke liye khush rakhna padta hai..." she explained. "Ek to un log ke liye yahaan par massage free hota hai ... aur upar se woh hamein kabhi tip bhi nahi dete hain ... kise ne kabhi 10 rupees bhi tip de diya to bahut badi baat hai..." she continued. "To yahaan par is tarah ka massage dene ke liye Radhika aunty kitna charge karti hai, didi?" I asked; my curiosity aroused fully now.
"Jignesh bhai, yahaan par waise to body massage ka rate hai 500/- rupees ek ghante ke liye, par..." she paused, as if unsure of continuing. Her hands were now sub-consciously & rhythmically massaging my lower back. "Par ... extra services ke liye hum extra tip lete hain..." she said in a hesitant tone. "Extra services matlab kya didi..." I asked in an innocent voice. She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to tell me, and then resuming the massage, said "Extra services matlab ... matlab ... handshake ... aur frenchie, Jignesh bhai" My cock lurched on hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a "handshake" meant a handjob, while a "frenchie" meant a blowjob.
"Oh..." was all I managed to muster in response. "Ab aap se kya chhupana Jignesh bhai..." she continued in a resigned tone. "Yahaan par jo bhi log aate hain ... woh ... woh sex ke liye hi aate hain..." she stated, pronouncing the word sex as "sax". "Aur jo log sirf massage ke liye aate hain ... woh bhi ... woh bhi massage ke baad unka ... unka khada ho jaata hai..." she almost blurted out in a small voice. "Is liye ... hamein ... hamein unka paani to nikaalna hi padta hai ... extra service dekar..." she finished in a small voice. My cock, by now had become painfully hard in the confines of my briefs, and it was not helped by the fact that I was lying on my stomach. "Hmm ... aur in extra service ke liye aapko kitne paise milte hai?" I asked, managing to keep my voice even. Realizing that I was not shocked to hear this, she relaxed visibly and resumed her massage. "Waise koi fixed rate nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... sabka alag alag hai ... woh ladki par depend karta hai..." she answered. "Jaise ki main handshake ke liye 200/- rupees extra mangti hoon ... aur ... aur handshake aur frenchie done ke liye 500/- extra..." she said in a rather embarrassed tone.
"Par Aarti jo hai ... usko ... kyunki woh patli hai na ... isliye usko handshake ke 100/- aur frenchie ke 300/- hi milte hai..." she said, with some compassion for her colleague. "Par aisa kyun ... kya woh acchha service nahi deti hai?" I asked, again in the same naïve tone. "Nahin, nahin, Jignesh bhai..." she protested, "Service to woh bahut dil laga kar deti hai ... par kya hai na ki ... ki uske zyaada bade nahin hain na ... is liye customer logon ko..." she let her words hanging. "Hmm ... samajh gaya..." I said matter of factly. "Ab kya karen Jignesh bhai ... customer ko to hamare mammon se khelna acchha lagta hai na ... us bechari ke chhote hai to bechari kya kar sakti hai..." she said with some feeling for her friend again.
By now, she had reached my buttocks, and since my ass was covered by my briefs, she moved down to my thighs. "Phir to aapko hi sabse zyaada extra service ke liye tip milte honge na, didi ... kyunki aapke to kitne bade hain..." I said in a teasing tone. "Nahin na Jignesh bhai ... hum teeno mein se sab se zyaada tip milte hai us Sushma ko..." she said in a grumbling voice. "Aisa kyun, didi ... aapke to usse kaafi bade hain na..." I asked innocently. "Woh isliye Jignesh bhai ... ki woh ... ki who..." she stopped herself mid sentence. "Bolo na, didi..." I prompted her.
"Arre Jignesh bhai ... woh to paiso ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hai ... woh customer ko khush karne ke liye ... unka ... apni jeeb se unki ghaand bhi chaat leti hai..." she blurted out in an agitated voice. I was stunned to hear that. "Aur sabse badi baat to yeh hai ki woh massage karte time ... poori nangi ho jaati hai ... aur ... aur customer se unki ungli apni choot mein dalwaati hai..." she continued. "Aur phir jab unka paani nikalne waala hota hai ... tab ... tab woh usko apne moonh mein le leti hai ... aur unko apna paani uske moonh me nikalne deti hai..." she finished. These highly erotic words had made my cock rock hard by now. "Main nahin kar sakti yeh sab Jignesh bhai ... main uske jaise raand nahi hoon ... main ek baar koshish ki thhi ... ek customer ka paani moonh me lene ki ... par mujhe ulti aa gayi ... is liye phir woh main kabhi nahi karti..." she said with sadness in her voice.
Stunned as I was, I didn't know what to say. Mistaking my silence for displeasure, she stopped massaging me, and placing her hand on my arm, she bent forward towards my face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe galat mat samajhna please... "she said in a pleading voice. "Please ... mera matlab woh nahi thha ... main aapke liye woh sab karoongi ... main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi ... aapki job hi icchha ho woh main poori karoongi ... aap mere liye customer nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... aap to mere maalik hai ... main aapki daasi hoon ... please mujhe galat majh samajhiyega Jignesh bhai..." she continued to plead, desperation coming into her voice.
Twisting myself around partly, I placed my hand on hers, and said in a gentle tone "Oh Seema didi ... aap kyun aisa keh rahi hai ... main to sirf aapka dost banna chaahta hoon ... aap please mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... aapki mummy ke kehne par aapko yeh sab kehne aur karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... main koi jaanwar nahi hoon, didi ... aap bhi na..." I let my words incomplete, letting the hurt show on my face. Hearing my words, a mixture of relief and pleasure washed over her face, and she quickly knelt down near by face by the bed. Taking both my hands in hers, she kissed them repeatedly, and said "Oh Jignesh bhai ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mera woh matlab nahi thha ... main to sirf ... main to sirf aapko khush karna chaahti thhi ... aur aapki kasam Jignesh bhai ... main jo bhi kar rahi hoon ... aur jo bhi karoongi ... woh main apni khushi se kar rahi hoon ... mummy ke kehne par nahi..."
I played the hurt bit for a while longer, enjoying the sight of her on her knees by my side. Finally, my conscience got the better of me, and I smiled at her warmly. "Thank you didi..." I said with genuine warmth. "Ab aap please mera massage poora karengi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ... aur aap ruk gayi..." I said with a laugh to lighten the mood. Seeing me laugh, she too brightened, and quickly stood up to resume the massage. By now, as her hands had reached the back of my thighs, she paused to pour some more baby oil on to her palms, before resuming her massage. As I felt her smooth yet firm hands begin to rub the oil into the back of my thighs, I said "Oh didi ... mere pairon bar bahut baal hai na ... isliye aapko massage karne mein taqleef ho rahi hogi na..." Before she could say anything, I finished "Mujhe bahut nafrat hai mere pair ke baalon par...""
Arre Jignesh bhai ... aisa kyun sochte ho aap ... yeh to mard ke nishaani hai ... aap kitne macho or sexy lagte ho in baalon ke wajah se..." she said in an encouraging tone. Then as if to drive the point home, she said with a smile "Aur waise bhi ... mujhe to bina baal waale mard bilkul acche nahi lagte...", searching to make eye contact with me in the mirror. I just smiled pleasantly at her in the mirror. Her hands moved from the back of my thighs towards my calves, and her fingers began to knead the muscles of my calves. It was an exquisite feeling, and in addition to finding it immensely relaxing, I also found it very stimulating. She had moved towards my feet completely by then, and was working the magic of her hands on my feet.
Taking the toes of my feet in her hands, she began to deftly squeeze each toe. She even massaged the hollow of my feet with her fingers, the oil making sure her fingers moved smoothly over my feet. And then, standing at my feet facing my prostrate body, she began to slide both her hands along the length of my leg, right from my ankles upto my lower thighs. As she did that I felt my feet press against the soft yet heavy portion of her upper thigh.
She continued to do this silently for almost 3 minutes after which she paused, and I heard her take deep breaths with the exertion. I felt her hands move off my legs, and sensed her fidgeting with something for a few moments. But the position in which she was standing, I could not see her in the reflection of the mirror. I heard open and close the door of the wardrobe, after which she said to me in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... now you can turn around please..." Since I had a raging hard-on by now, I took a towel from the trolley next to the bed, and placing it over my waist to hide the bulge of my hard cock, turned around on the bed.
It was only when I settled down on my back that I realized what she had done. What I immediately noticed was that her black polo t-shirt, which was originally tucked into the waist of her skirt, was now pulled out. As my eyes went to her torso, I also immediately noticed that her big breasts which had been held tightly pressed in her bra, were now free from the constraints of the bra, and hung freely on her chest, a bit lower than they were when inside the bra. What she had done was remove her bra from under her t-shirt before asking me to turn around. It never ceased to amaze me how girls managed to unhook and completely remove their bra from under their tops without having to take off their top.
Seema didi, the busty 23-year old daughter of the 48-year old Mayuri ben, was here with me in a beauty parlour, ready to offer me her "extra service", having discretely removed her bra from under her t-shirt to provide me easy access to those heavy 34-C breasts of hers. As she walked towards the head of the bead, I couldn't help but glance at the way her heavy breasts moved under rather snug fitting black polo t-shirt; the sleeves of which were stretched tight around her thick arms. As her eyes met mine, she gave me a shy smile and said "Jignesh bhai ... aapko mera massage kaisa lag raha hai?"
Smiling back contentedly at her, I replied "Mujhe life mein kabhi aisa massage nahin mila hai didi ... aur mujhe itna aaram mil raha thha ki agar aap mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hoti to main kabka so gaya hotha..." That pleased her immensely, and coming up close to my face, she bent forward and placed a quick kiss on my forehead. Placing her hand gently on my cheek, she whispered to me softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai...", an action which caused her heavy firm breasts inside her t-shirt, free from the confines of the bra, to press against my torso.
She gazed lovingly into my eyes for a few minutes before pulling away. Pouring some more oil into her palm, she began to gently apply it all over my torso. Her eyes were drawn to my well muscled chest and taut belly, as she began to slowly massage my chest. Since her eyes were on my body, I used to opportunity to glance at the way those big heavy breasts of hers swayed gently inside her t-shirt. Even through the thick knit fabric of her t-shirt, I could make out the outline of her thick nipples, which had ostensibly hardened by now. As her hands roamed over my chest, caressing it more than massaging it, her fingers began to slowly rub the erect nub of my nipples, playing with the hair on my chest intermittently.
I closed my eyes, and let out a soft moan as her fingers began to run circles around my nipples, and scbang against them; arousing me immensely. Her fingers then traced a line down to my belly button, and began to caress my belly; massaging the sides of my taut belly at the same time. And then suddenly through my closed eyes, I felt her hot breath on my chest, and her wet tongue began to lick my nipples! "Oh didi..." I groaned, placing my hand on her head and pressing her mouth to my chest. She continued to flick her tongue across my nipples, and even nibbled on them gently with her teeth! I lay there writhing on the bed with my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensational licking she was giving me.
Her tongue then slowly traced its way up to my neck, and licked along the sides of my neck. In response, I took hold of her head, with her hair tied in a pony behind, in both my hands and let out another low moan of pleasure. As her tongue slid up the side of my neck to my earlobes, I once again felt those heavy firm breasts of hers under the t-shirt press against my chest. Placing my hand on her back, I said in a husky voice "Didi ... I am liking it so much ... and ... and you smell so good..." Pulling her head up from the tongue-lashing she was giving my ear, she looked into my eyes, her breasts still quashed against my chest, "It is the perfume you gifted me yesterday, Jignesh bhai... "her face creasing into a loving smile.
She straightened up, and once again began to massage my shoulders. As her hands kneaded the flesh of my muscular shoulders, she breathed "I love your muscles, Jignesh bhai..." I just smiled in return. Then taking my right hand, she placed it on her shoulder, indicating that I should hold on to her shoulder, so that she could massage my arm. When she did that and began to knead the muscles of my biceps, her free dangling breasts pressed against my fore-arm.
She was looking at me with a curious expression now, as she continued to rub my arms and fore-arms, liberally allowing her unrestrained breasts under the t-shirt to rub and press against my forearm. Clearing her throat, she asked me in a tentative voice "Jignesh bhai ... kya main aapko acchi nahi lagi?" "Kyun didi ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" asked I in surprise. Looking intently into my eyes now with a solemn expression on her face, she replied "Phir ... phir ... aap mere ... meri chhati ko nahi dekhna chaahoge?" "Oh Seema didi..." I groaned, my hands squeezing her shoulder hard. "Main to kabka tadap raha hoon..." I said in a husy whisper.
"Aap nahi maanti ... to yeh dekhiye..." I said intensely, whipping off the thick towel from my waist to bare the huge bulge that my hardened cock had created in my white briefts. "Oh Jignesh..." she breathed, as her eyes darted to my bulging manhood struggling to stay inside the briefs, before hastily averting her gaze. "Mujhe dikhaao please, didi..." I said in a low moan, my hand which was resting on her shoulder, squeezing it again. Silently, she removed my hand from her shoulder and placed it on my chest. Then, once again gazing into my eyes with an intent look, she bit her lips and proceeded to pull up her t-shirt from below slowly.
As she slowly pulled up her black t-shirt, her magnificent breasts came to my view. So far, I had thought that Sejal's were the best pair of tits I had set my eyes on. But Sushma didi's 34-C breasts were far more erotic than Sejal's milky mammaries. They were perfectly round, with brown skin just like the rest of her body. Unlike her mother's massive sagging mammaries, Seema didi's breasts were much firmer, and yet so heavy, with a pair of beautiful brown nipples capping them. The nipples were not black, but a very dark shade of brown, and were surrounded by large aereolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were incredibly firm, and I couldn't help but compare her tits with Kalpana aunty's firm mature breasts.
Yes, I concluded, her tits were more like a younger version of Kalpana aunty's; rather than her mother Mayuri ben's. As she stood there provocatively by my side, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, baring them for my approval, I felt my cock give in involuntary lurch inside my briefs. I pulled my eyes away from those sexy breasts to look at her face again. She was looking intently at me, her expression a mix of apprehension, lust, and shame. I swallowed, and wetting my lips with my tongue, managed to say "Oh Seema didi ... they are beautiful ... they are beautiful ... your breasts are so beautiful..." Hearing my words, her face noticeably relaxed, and a slow shy smile came to her face. Without a word, she took my right hand which was lying on my chest, in hers, and slowly pressed it to those soft yet firm mounds of her big breasts.
With a sigh, I cupped her firm heavy breasts from below and squeezed them. She leaned forward slightly to allow me better access to her tits, and resumed her gentle massaging of my arms and chest. As I squeezed her heavy tits and rubbed those large erect nipples with my finger tips, she smiled shyly and began to run her fingers thru the hair on my chest. As her fingers scbangd my nipples, I shivered and reached out with my left hand also to cup both of her tits. She then bent forward and began to lick my nipples with her tongue, gently pinching the other one with her fingers. This caused her heavy firm breasts to press against my taut belly, and my cock gave one more jerk inside my briefs. "Seema didi..." I groaned. "Aapko acchha lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered, pausing briefly. I responded by pressing her head to my chest again.
By now her right hand had slid down my belly was was gently caressing the bulge of my cock through my briefs. Looking down, I could see that a small spot of wetness had formed on my white briefs where the tip of my rigid cock was oozing pre-cum. As her fingers closed around the hardness of my cock through the briefs, she slid her face upwards and began to run her wet tongue along my neck and my earlobes. I was holding her head with my left hand, while my right hand slid down to her legs and was caressing her thick thighs just under the hem of her short black skirt.
As she lifted her face to look at me, I whispered to her "Seeme didi ... mujhe aapke mamme choosne hain..." Hearing this, she blushed, and said softly "Haan Jignesh bhai ... zaroor..." She then stood up from the bed, and averting her gaze from me, pulled her black t-shirt off. As she dropped her t-shirt on a nearby chair, and stood before me, I wet my lips with my tongue. To me, there is nothing more erotic than the sight of a young busty girl, topless, and wearing a mini skirt. She picked up the bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil once again, and pouring a liberal amount of it on to her hands, once again came and stood by my side. She climbed on to the small stool that was placed next to the bed, and sat down by my side. Pouring the oil from her palms on to my chest, she began to gently rub the oil on to my skin, even as she bent forward slightly to dangle her heavy breasts in front of my face.
Placing one hand on my shoulder, she bent forward more, as if asking me to take her breasts in my mouth. With a soft sigh, I opened my mouth and took her turgid nipple into my mouth, even as my left hand clasped her other breast and began to squeeze it roughly. As my mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breast and my tongue began to lash against her turgid nipple, she let out a soft moan and sighed "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I alternated between her two breasts, licking all over them with my tongue, and sucking hard on those thick brown nipples.
As I suckled on her beautiful breasts, my right hand slid down to her legs and began to caress her heavy thighs. As my fingers slid under the hem of her short black pleated skirt, she slid off the bed and stood next to it in such a way that she was standing right next to my face. Placing one hand on the side of my head resting on the pillow, she leaned forward again to feed me her breasts. My mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breasts again, teasing the erect nipple with my tongue, even as my right hand slid further up her skirt, feeling the back of her heavy plump thighs. My hands moved further up under her skirt till they came to the edge of her panties. I opened the palm of my hand and cupped one of her full heavy buttocks in my hand.
There I was lying on this elevated massage bed, the busty 23-year old Seema did standing topless next to me, my left hand squeezing one of her firm heavy tits, while my mouth was feasting on the right one. She had a really wide and heavy ass, inherited from her fat-assed mother, and as my fingers tried to slip under the edge of her black panties, I felt her straighten up from her leaning position. Averting her gaze from mine, she moved a few steps back, and turning sideways, reached under he skirt and pulled down the black panties she was wearing underneath! To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I figured she interpreted my feeling up her ass and panties to be a signal to remove her panties.
With a solemn look on her face, she once again came and stood close to my head, and and placing her hands on my chest, began to gently caress my chest & nipples again. As I looked at her face, she slowly turned her gaze towards me and her eyes met mine. There was a look of apprehension, resignation, and arousal on her face. With an effort, she smiled slowly, and asked me in a soft voice "Aapko acchha lag raha hai na, Jignesh bhai?" Looking into her eyes, I clasped both my hands on hers, making her momentarily pause her massaging, and replied earnestly "Haan Seema didi..." On hearing my reply, she seemed relieved, and she smiled a little more confidently. With her eyes on my body, as she continued to run her fingers in circles on my chest, she said shyly "Aap ki body bahut acchhi hai Jignesh bhai..."
Her gaze slowly moved towards my pelvis, and she gazed at the huge bulge that was protruding under my white briefs, the ever widening wet spot now becoming very noticeable. Her right hand slowly slid down my belly, and resting her palm lightly on my hardness under my underwear, she asked in a soft voice "Ab ... ab main ise utaar doon, Jignesh bhai..." I just continued to look at her face, and with my lips parted in arousal, nodded my assent. She bit her lips as her pudgy thick fingers closed around my hard shaft through the underwear and squeezed lightly.
Keeping her gaze averted from mine, she gently hooked her fingers under the wait-band of my briefs and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed to assist her. As she slid my briefs down my thighs, my throbbing hard cock sprang out like an angry serpent and slapped against my taut belly. I was so hard by now that my foreskin had got pulled down partly, and the red bulbous tip of my cock was visible; shiny and wet with the pre-cum that had oozed out. I caught her let out an almost inaudible gasp at the sight of my thick hard cock, even as she slid my underwear down my legs and pulled it completely off. Once again standing really close to me, her skirt-clad waist pressing against my hips, she looked into my eyes with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Without a word, she took hold my hard throbbing cock in her soft pudgy hand, and squeezed gently. "Seema didi..." I groaned softly, as I felt her fingers close around the girth of my erect phallus.
With her eyes on my throbbing penis, she reached out with both her hands and cupped my swollen balls gently with her left hand, even as her right hand began to gently caress the thick shaft of my cock. Even as my body stiffened at this erotic touch of her soft pudgy hands, slick with the baby oil, she said under her breath "Jignesh bhai ... aapka ... aapko bahut ... bahut bada ... aur sundar hai..." her eyes riveted to my fully erect cock. "Oh Seema didi..." I whispered hoarsely "aap nahin jaanti ... ki aaj mera woh khwaab poora hua hai ... jo ki main bahut saalon se dekh raha thhaa..."
Hearing my words, she looked into my eyes, and asked softly "Sach ... Jignesh bhai?" "Sach ... Seema didi..." I replied hoarsely, my right hand reaching up and squeezing her heavy gorgeous boobs again to reassure her. She just smiled shyly, and turned her attention to my cock again. Pouring a bit of the baby oil on to her palms again, she spread it thoroughly on both her palms, and then began to work her magic with her hands on my cock. With the fingers of her left hand, she began to tease the underside of my swollen balls, while she cupped her fingers over the tip of my swollen cock and began to run tips of her fingers along the length of my shaft, the wet tip of my cock touching the center of her palm at each downward motion.
It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn't help but marvel at how well she had been trained by hot Radhika aunty, and perhaps her slutty mother too. As her fingers tightened around the shaft of my cock, I jerked my hips upwards, reaching out to squeeze her heavy tits with my left hand, even as my right hand slipped under her skirt again, and squeezed her magnificent firm buttocks. As my fingers felt the crack of her ass, she spread her legs slightly, as if to allow me to slide my fingers inside. Continuing to rub my cock with her pudgy hands rather than stroke it, she bent forward again and began to lick my nipple with her tongue, her heavy firm breasts pressing against my belly.
I placed my left hand on her head, and with my right hand began to caress her bare back as she ran her tongue all over my chest; her hands continuing to caress my cock. Then to my amazement, she straightened again, and quickly pouring some more of the Johnson & Johnson baby oil into her palm, she cupped both her breasts and smeared the oil thoroughly on her mammaries. Bending forward, she began to rub her incredibly heavy and firm breasts on my chest and belly, her slick oily hands resuming the job of caressing my throbbing cock. Then, taking hold of my cock firmly in her right hand, she dangled those firm globes over my cock, and began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cock on her nipples.
I almost shot my load when she did that, and to hold myself back, I grabbed hold of her butt and squeezed hard again. She had now slipped into the role of her job of a professional masseuse, and taking a firm grip on my cock, began to stroke it slowly, moving her torso so that those heavy dangling breasts rubbed against my cock. Even before I could realize it, she gently pulled me towards her by my waist, and lifting my right leg, pulled it off the bed so that it was dangling from the side of the bed. With a quick movement, she came in between my outstretched legs now, and leaning forward again, straddled my huge throbbing cock between those big beautiful breasts of hers. Cupping both of her firm globules together, she trapped my cock in between her firm mammary flesh, and began to move her torso up and down, causing my erect cock to slide in between her huge firm boobs.
I reached out with my hand and pinched her left breast hard as she began to do that, groaning "Ohh ... Seema didi..." Due to the oil that she had liberally applied on my chest as well as her breasts, my cock slid easily in between her firm tits, and she heightened my pleasure my squeezing her tits together as well; her heavy mammary flesh making slapping sounds as they hit my thigh on each downward movement. As she began to heave herself up and down, milking my cock with her breasts, I cried out hoarsely "Didi ... please..." Alarmed, she stopped immediately, and with a look of concern on her face, asked "Kya hua Jignesh bhai ... aapko dard ho raha hai kya?" "Oh no didi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha hai ki ... ki agar aapne roka nahi to ... to mera abhi chhoot jaayega..." I managed to gasp out.
Hearing my words, a shy smile spread across her face again, and she said "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I took hold of her heavy fleshy arm, and pulled her towards me. Extricating herself from in between my thighs, she once again came and stood near my face, her hand still holding my rigid shaft, gently stroking it. I slid my hand under her skirt again, and as my fingers felt her bare buttocks underneath, she twisted slightly to face me. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she lifted her right leg, and bending it at the knees, placed it on the small stool placed near the bed such that her heavy thighs were now spread apart to give my hand free access to her pussy.
Then closing her eyes, she took hold of my right hand in hers, and guided it to her bare cunt. Once again, my cock gave an involuntary lurch at this completely submissive gesture of hers. As my finger tips came in contact with the thick puffy lips of her cunt, I realized that her pussy was not shaved, but just trimmed. As I touched her wet cunt lips with my fingers lightly, she placed her hand on my arm, and said in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... mummy ne kahaa thha ki ... ki aapko ... aapko aisa hi acchha lagega ... is liye ... maine shave nahi kiya..." "Oh Seema didi ... aap please aisa mat boliye ... aap jaisi hai ... waisi hi mujhe bahut acchli lagti hai..." I said in a gentle voice. As I rubbed my thumb on her erect clit, and began to rub the thick puffy lips of her moist cunt through the trimmed pubic hair, she bit her lips and squeezed my arm harder.
Adjust herself to spread her bent knee wider to give me better access to her moist vagina, she asked in a small voice "Main skirt utaar doon, Jignesh bhai?" "Nahin didi..." I said in a soft yet firm voice "main nahin chaahta ki aap aisa kucchh bhi kare jo aap doosre customers ke saath nahin karti..." "Aisa mat boliye, Jignesh bhai..." she protested "aap mere customer nahin hain ... aap to ... aap to mere..." she left her sentence unfinished as she dropped her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, and then turning to look me in the eye, she said "Main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi Jignesh bhai ... kucch bhi..." Hearing her words, I let out a sigh and said in a pleading tone "Oh didi ... to phir aap please ... please mera ek baar moonh mein lengi?" "Oh Jignesh bhai ... yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai..." she said quckly, "main to ... main to sirf aapke order ka wait kar rahi thhi..."
And then without a moment's delay, she quickly moved lower towards my feet and bending forward took the entire length of my cock into her wide mouth. She didn't even lick my cock or suck on the tip, but just took the entire length of it into her outstretched mouth till I felt the tip of my hard throbbing cock touch the base of her throat. The suddenness of her action surprised me, and as I let out a throaty groan of pleasure, she slid her hands under my buttocks and began to move her wet mouth up and down on my cock, making uninhibited slurping noises. As I looked at my thick cock disappear into her wet mouth, the girth of it stretching those thick luscious lips of hers, I couldn't help but marvel at my luck.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 20

She then began to suck on my cock with a practiced bobbing motion of her head, without holding on to the shaft with her hands. Her tongue lashed and tickled the tip and underside of my cock as she sucked on my cock in earnest, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she tried her best to take my cock deeper into her throat without gagging. Her hands were busy too, fondling my swollen balls, as if coaxing the semen out of my shaft. The unrestricted and loving way in which she was sucking on my cock was evident by the way her saliva dribbled freely from the sides of her mouth, and slid down the length of my shaft. She was letting out low throaty moans as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing my rock hard cock into the depths of her throat.

At this rate, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and not wanting to cum in her mouth on my very first session with her, I grabbed hold of her head, and whispered urgently "Didi ... bas ... nahin to mera nikal jaayega..." Hearing this, she slowly pulled her thick lipped mouth away from my cock, and wiping the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand, she said gently "Jignesh bhai ... ab jab bhi taiyaar ho ... mere saath karne ke liye ... aap bas mujhe bata deejiyega ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." Seeing the look of surprise on my face, she asked "Aap kaise karna chaahenge, Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke upar aa jaaoon ... ya aap ... aap mujhe upar se..." her voice trailed off in shame.
Pulling her towards my face by her arm, I squeezed her hand and said in a gently voice "Didi ... main ... main aapke saath aisa kucchh nahin karne waala ... aapne ab tak mere liye jo bhi kiya hai ... main uske liye aapka bahut aabhari hoon ... aapko aur kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... samajh gayi aap" Hearing my words, a look of concern again came to her face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap aisa kyoon bol rahe hain ... main to aapki hoon ... kya aapko main pasand nahin aayi..." she asked, her voice almost breaking. "Oh Seema didi..." I crooned to her " ... aap ke saath ... aap ke saath karna to mera sapna hai ... aap aisa kyoon soch rahi hain ... bas yeh hai ki ... ki ... main aap ke saath aise ... is massage parlour main nahin karna chaahta..." I explained.
Seeing the apprehension still on her face, I continued "Didi ... main jaanta hoon ki aapko yeh sab karne ko Mayuri aunty ne kaha hai..." "Nahi Jignesh bhai..." she immediately protested "aisa nahi hain ... mummy ne kaha zarror thha ... lekin main aapke paas apni khushi se aayi hoon ... aapki kasam..." she pleaded, as if to convice me. Shaking my head, I said again in a firm tone "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aur yahaan nahin ... aap jis din mujhe apne dil se apne paas apne ghar bulayengi ... us din main aaoonga ... aur us din main aapke saath pyaar karoonga... "To reassure her, I continued "Aap nahin jaanti ki main abhi is waqt aapko ... aapko chodne ke liye kitna tadap raha hoon ... aap hi dekhiye meri haalat..." pointing to my blood gorged throbbing cock.
With that, she melted and with a cry of "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she fell over me, her big breasts mashing against my chest, and she kissed me passionately on my mouth. I responded by holding her by her back, and plunging my tongue into her wet thick mouth and kissing her back with equal fervor. Pulling her lips away from mine, she said in a tender voice "Oh Jignesh bhai ... kamse kum ... mujhe aapko thhoda so to satisfaction dene ka mauka deejiye aaj ... kya ... kya main aapka ... aapka chhoos sakti hoon..." These are the kind of words that a man dies to hear, and I responded by groaning back "Oh yes didi ... please..." Without losing a moment, she quickly slid down to my pelvis again, and taking hold of my cock in her hands again, she slid her wet hot mouth over it again.
After wetting it with her saliva completely, she pulled my big hard shaft out of her mouth, and taking it in her hand, rubbed it all over her face. Then she quickly slid it into her waiting mouth again and began to suck on it vigorously, taking it to the depth of her mouth to such an extent that her lips touched the base of my cock with each downward push of her head. Realizing that I was about to cum any moment now, I grabbed hold of her head by her hair and gasped "Didi ... ab mera nikalne waala hai ... ab aap haath se kariye please..." Pulling her mouth off my cock with her saliva drooling down the side of her mouth, she said "Aap mere moonh mein hi kar leejiye Jignesh bhai ... please ... mujhe aapke liye kum se kum itna to karne deejiye..." I shook my head and said, "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aaj aap sirf woh kariye jo aap aur customers ke liye kartin hain..."
She looked at me once again with a strange mixture of tenderness and love, and giving one last kiss to the swollen red mushroom-shaped tip of my cock, began to stroke me expertly with her hand. As the throes of my orgasm coursed through my body, I stiffened, and reaching out with my right hand, grabbed hold of her big succulent firm breasts. As she looked into my eye with love and stroked my rapidly, I began to maul her breasts by squeezing them hard, and pinching her nipples. She leaned forward to give me better access to her magnificent breasts, even as she continued to pump me, her eyes darting from my face to my cock; her lips slightly parted with arousal. She slid her left arm under my neck and cradled my head to her bosom, my face pressed to her breasts, as she continued to stroke my hard quivering cock.
Her hands were moving so rapidly on my cock now that her big heavy breasts were quivering with the effort. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps now, and between gasps she whispered "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe Seema "didi" bulaate hain na ... to aap "Seema didi" ki ek baat dil mein rakhiyega please... "Seema didi" aapko dil se pyaar karti hai ... aur woh aapki daasi hai ... uska tan aur man dono aapke liye hai ... isliye aapke liye aapki "Seema didi" hamesha haazir rahegi ... aap agar mujhe aapke saath ek raat bitaane ka mauka doge ... to woh mera saubhagya hoga ... aap ka jab bhi man kare ... aap hamare ghar par aaiyega raat bitaane ko ... meri mummy bahut khush hogi aapka swaagat karne ke liye ... aur aap ki icchha ho to main aapke ghar par aa sakti hoon ... main aapko dil se pyaar karti hoon ... aur aapko poora khush kar doongi ... aapko condom lagaane ki bhi zaroorat nahi hai..."
This was more than my tortured cock could take, and with a groan I arched my back off the bed, and my cock erupted, shooting long ropey threads of my thick jism into the air as she continued to stroke me passionately. "Ohh..." she gasped, instinctively moving her breasts towards my jerking cock, allowing my hot cum to land on those round firm brown-skinned breasts of hers. As she watched my rampant cock in fascination, she angled it towards her torso so that my subsequent bursts of semen landed on her chest and dribbled down between the valley of her breasts.
As my orgasm subsided and my cock began to become limp, she squeezed the tip gently, and pressing herself to me kissed me hungrily on my mouth. "Oh Seema didi..." was all that I managed to gasp out, as I struggled to restore my breath to normalcy. Letting go off my cradled head, she gently let my head down on the pillow. Still holding on to my limp cock to prevent the oozing sperm from dribbling down to my body, she reached out with the left hand for a wet hand towel.
She then proceeded to wipe my limp penis and my belly where some of the cum had fallen with the wet towel, before using the same towel to wipe my jism off her breasts and neck. She then asked me in a tender voice "Ab main aapko hot towel se saaf karti hoon..." I just nodded my head and lay there exhausted. She placed another white turkey towel over my torso to covery my genitals, and picking up her discarded t-shirt, pulled it over her head hastily. Unlocking the door, she opened it slightly and called out "Gajra ben ... garam paani lekar aana..." before closing the door again.
Within a minute, there was a knock on the door. As Seema didi opened the door, this servant woman whose name was Gajra ben, entered the room carrying a tub of warm water and fresh white towels. Now Gajra ben was another one of the rustic peasant women living in the vicinity of our colony, which essentially belonged to the cow-herding tribes known as "rabaaris" in Gujarat.
They bred cattle, and their primary source of income was supplying milk to the nearby households. In addition, they also worked as domestic helps in the colony to augment their meager income. They were usually heavily built, and Gajra ben was no exception. She was about 46 years of age with a rustic weather-beaten face. These "rabaari" women were unusually fair, something generally not associated with tribals, and the common joke was that it was the milk business they were in that accounted for their colour.
She had thick blunt features, with a broad face and thick lips. She was not milky white like Sarla bhabhi, but in spite of spending much of her life in the outdoors; she was much fairer than Kalpana aunty or Mayuri ben. Her weather-beaten face had aged prematurely and was creased with lines, but it was her body that one just could not ignore. She was huge, almost the same size as Mayuri ben, and tied her hair in a small bun behind her head. She wore the traditional "rabaari" attire of an embroidered backless choli, a similarly colourful embroidered ghagra, and "ghungat" of sorts that covered the back of her head, and was tied to her waist. The choli was of the type that had sleeves reaching her elbows, and covered the whole of her torso right from her neck to her belly.
But the back of the choli was completely open, and it was tied together with two strings; one at the neck and one just above her hips. When they stepped outside, they pulled the "ghungat" over their heads, and so one could not see their exposed back from behind. But when inside the house, as was the case now, they usually let their ghungat down to rest on their left shoulder, so that it rested on their shoulder like a pallu of sorts, both ends being tucked into the waist of their ghagra. Though she was a couple of years younger to Mayuri ben, she looked older. Her breasts were simply massive, the size of mini footballs, and I had a hunch they were even bigger than Mayuri ben's humongous 42-D mammaries. Unrestrained by any bra inside, they simply hung like a pair of elongated melons under that embroidered full-front choli of hers, sagging considerably with the weight, but yet creating a huge protrusion under the choli owing to their sheer size.
She had a huge flabby belly too, the folds of which could be seen under the choli that covered her entire torso. As she padded into the room, her weather-beaten face creased into a wide smile upon seeing me. Placing the tub of warm water on the stool next to the bed, she folded her hands together in the traditional Indian gesture of welcome, and said "Namaste ... Jignesh saheb ... main Gajra maasi hoon ... aapko yaad nahi hoga ... par main aapke ghar par doodh dene ko aati thhi..." Embarrassed at being seen by her in this position on the bed, with just a towel covering my pelvis, I smiled weakly and said "Kem chho Gajra ben..." Still giving me that broad knowing smile, she touched my feet and raised her hand to touch her forehead, in the traditional gesture of respect. Every movement of hers caused those mammoth mammaries of her to swing gently under her choli, and I found myself looking at them in spite of myself. "Theek hoon saheb ... bas aap logon ki daya hai..." she replied, once again with a knowing smile that again embarrassed me. Turning to Seema didi, she asked "Aur kucch chaahiye, Seema ben?" "Nahin ... bas Radhika aunty ko bata do ki Jignesh saheb ka massage ho gaya hai..." she replied.
As Gajra ben left the room, Seema didi closed the door behind her. Then dipping the fresh while turkey towel in the tub of warm water, she proceed to wipe my body clean of my oil and perspiration. I lay back and enjoyed this luxurious sensation of being given a rub-down by this busty 23-year old didi. After wiping me completely clean, she liberally applied some talcum powder to my body, and then stood back. "Thank you, Seema didi..." I said with a warm smile and reached out for my briefs which she was holding for me. As I was pulling on my clothes, she asked in a hesitant voice, "Jignesh bhai ... jab Radhika aunty aapko poochhegi ki massage kaisa laga ... to ... to aap kya bolenge?" Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her to me and said "Main yeh boloongo ki mujhe aisa experience kabhi nahi milaa hai..."
She smiled at that, and said "Main aapk ek aur baat boloon, Jignesh bhai?" As I nodded my assent, she continued "Aapko Radhika aunty jab poochegi to aap yeh bolna ki aap yahaan dubara zaroor aayenge ... aur ... aur ... baki ladkiyon se bhi ... matlab Sushma aur Aarti se bhi massage lenge..." Pausing for minute, she resumed "Aarti bahut acchi ladki hai Jignesh bhai ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... aur us bechairi ko paiseo ki zaroorat hai ... aur woh Sushma ... woh paisa to kamaati hai hum dono se zyaada ... par agar aapne usko nahi bulaya to ... to woh mera yahaan par kaam karna mushkil kar degi ... aap ... aap samajh rahe ho na, Jignesh bhai?" Squeezing her hands reassuringly, I replied "Of course, I understand didi..."
"Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai..." Seema didi exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the lips again. As her big breasts pressed to my chest again, I cupped her face in my hands and said softly "Seema didi ... ab aapse bhi ek request hai ... kya main poochoon?" "Haan, Jignesh bhai..." she replied with a little bit of surprise. "Main jaane se pehle ek baar aapke khoobsoorat breasts ko kiss karna chaahta hoon..." I said to her in a whisper. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... aap bhi na..." she exclaimed, blushing profusely. "Maina kaha na, Jignesh bhai ... mera yeh badan aapke liye hi hai..." she whispered, even as she slowly hooked her fingers under her t-shirt and pulled them up to bare her gorgeous full round heavy breasts to me again.
As she stood their submissively, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, offering me her delicious breasts, I groaned "Oh Seema didi..." Reaching out to cup her breasts with both my hands, I bent forward and kissed them, running my tongue over her nipples and sucking on both of them alternately; rubbing my face and cheeks all over them. She sighed and cradled my face gently. Taking my right hand in hers, she guided it to under her skirt, and pressing her moist vagina to my palm, whispered in my ears "Dekhiye Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke liye kitni geeli hoon ... main bhi ... main bhi tadap rahi hoon aapko mere andar lene ke liye..." Caressing her vulva with my thumb, and sliding my middle finger inside her most lightly-haired pussy, I whispered to her "Main next time aapko milne ka intazaar karoonga, Seema didi..."
As we parted, I reached out for my wallet, and extracting a 1,000/- rupee note, pressed it into her hand. Before she could say anything, "Didi ... aap please kucch mat boliye ... yeh main aapko ek customer ke haisiyat se nahi ... ek dost ki haisiyat se de raha hoon ... shagun ke liye ... meri dua hai ki aapko saari mushkile door ho jaayen..." She was speechless for a moment, and I could see her eyes water immediately. Clasping my hand, she kissed it profusely, and then looking up at my face with gratitude, began to say something. Then, as if not sure of what to say, she just shook her head, and lowered her head.
I reached out and pulled her towards me in a warm embrace, and just held her like that for a while, her head resting against my shoulders. "Aap kucch mat boliye didi ... bas aapki mummy ko aur Radhia aunty ko kucch mat bolna iske baare mein..." I said to her gently. She just nodded her head, and wiping her eyes, smiled at me. With this, we parted with one last kiss. She told me that she wanted to to go to the bathroom to "clean" herself as well, and asked me to get myself tidied and head downstairs. After she left the room, as I was combing my hair, Gajra ben came into the room again to pick up the used towels and the tub.
As I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, I saw her pick up the tub and then wait in the room hesitantly, as if to say something to me. She glanced once at the door to see if anyone was there, and then placed the tub back on the floor again. As she straightened, I turned around to face her. She picked up the keys of my bike from where I had left it on the night stand, and handing it to me, said "Aap ki chaabi, Jignesh saheb..." "Thank you, Gajra ben..." I said with a smile, taking the keys from her hand. "Saheb..." she began hesitantly, a warm smile on face, "aur kucchh seva ki zaroorat ho to ... to aap Gajra ben ko zaroor yaad karna ... ab to aap hamaare se doodh bhi nahi lete ho..." Smiling, I pulled out my wallet again, and extracting a 100/- rupee note, pressed it to her hand, saying "Yeh meri taraf se tumhare liye baksheesh hai, Gajra ben ... aur tum kal se mere ghar par doodh lekar aana ... main packet wala doodh lena band kar doonga ... ab tum khush ho na..."
A look of surprise, followed my immense joy flooded her face, and bowing to me repeatedly she gushed "Oh ... oh saheb ... aapne to hum gareeb ki dua sun li hai ... main aapko hamara sabse taaza doodh laakar doongi kal se ... bahut bahut aabhari hoon main aapki..." Then as if unsure of what to do, her blunt weather-beaten face still beaming, she quickly stooped down and touched my feet again. "Arre ... aisa mat karo Gajra ben ... aap to mere se umar mein badi ho..." I exclaimed, pulling her up by her thick fleshy arms. "Nahin nahin saheb ... aap to hamaare maalik ho..." she said, again clasping my hands and taking it to her lips to kiss it.
Hearing Seema didi coming out of the bathroom, she quickly tucked in the note I had given her into the hidden pocket of her choli, and with a furtive smile left the room. Just as I finished combing my hair and was putting on my sandals, the other servant girl named Rambha came into the room carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. Coming towards me with an embarrassed toothy grin, she said "Saheb ... aapke liye chai..." I took the proferred cup from the tray and began to sip on it. She just stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her pallu, and stealing glances at me. Once or twice, when I caught her eye, she looked away hastily. Sipping on my tea, I beckoned to her to come towards me. She approached me with a look of apprehension on her face, but yet trying to smile.
Placing the half empty cup on the night-stand beside the bed, I said to her "Rambha, tu kya sirf mujhe chai hi pilaayegi?" My question caught her off-guard, and she stuttered before managing to say "Kya matlab saheb ... main kucch samjhi nahin ... woh Radhika madam ne bola isliye main aapke liye chai lekar aayi ... aapko kucch aur chahiye kya saheb?" "Haan ... mujhe kucch aur chaahiye..." I replied enigmatically, as I watched her consciously fidget with her mouth in an attempt to hide her protruding buck teeth. "Kya chaahiye saheb..." she managed to ask tentatively. In response, I reached out with my left hand, and grabbing her by her incredibly wide and big ass, pulled her roughly towards me.
With a yelp of surprise, she almost fell against me, and only managed to prevent herself from tripping over by grabbing my shoulder. I was sitting on the elevated bed in the room, my legs dangling below, and she was now right in between my legs. It was evident from this 23-year old Rajasthani servant girl's demeanour that she was no stranger to sexual liasions with men. She quickly threw a furtive glance to the door to check that no one was there, and then clasping her mouth, giggled like a teenage girl. "Arre, kya kar rahe ho saheb..." she said in a low voice, still smiling. "Abhi bataata hoon..." I said gruffly, and raising my right hand, slid it under the pallu. Cupping her firm conical 32-B breast through her blouse I said in a low firm tone "Yeh chaahiye mujhe ... degi tu?"
She yelped again as my fingers squeezed her firm tit flesh, but she did not make any attempt to free herself. Clasping her hands to her mouth again, she giggled again and said "Oh saheb ... abhi koi dekh lega ... mujhe naukri se nikaal denge..." I smiled slowly, and extracting a 100/- rupee note from my wallet, slid it into the deep neck of her yellow blouse. "Kal dopahar ko teen baje ... mere ghar par aa jaana..." I said to her in a low tone. A big smile split her face at the sight of the money, and displaying her buck-teeth, she said between giggles "Aa jaaoongi saheb..." I was feeling rather sadistic at the moment, and so squeezing her wide ass with my other hand, I asked her "Teri choot to saaf hai na..." Nothing seemed to faze this village slut, and with another giggle she said "Main kal wahaan baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Disappointed that I was not able to scare her, I said gruffly again "Chal apna ghagra upar kar ... aur mujhe apni choot dikha ... agar mujhe pasand nahi aaya to main tujhe nahi chodoonga..."
This did the trick, and for the first time, I saw a look of apprehension on her face. Her eyes widened and the grin disappeared from her ugly toothy face. Throwing a furtive glance again to the door, she took a step back, and without a word began to pull her ghagra up her legs. As I had said earlier, inspite of her rather unpleasant face, she was gifted with an amazing ripe body. She pulled up her ghagra to reveal a pair of strong brown legs and shapely thighs. Still looking at me with wide scared eyes, she held up her ghagra with one hand, and slid her fingers inside the waist of her cheap white panties. With her fingers she slid down her panty to reveal a hairy bush that covered most of her pussy.
As I gazed at the dark mound of her hairy pussy, she said in a faltering voice "Kal main saare baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Without a word, I pushed my hand to her vagina, and parting the thick thatch of pubic hair with my fingers, slid one finger inside her tight cunt. She was not sufficiently wet, and I was sure it would have hurt her. But to her credit, she just bit her lip, and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. I rotated my finger inside her tight cunt, feeling the depths and folds of her pussy.
She was waiting with a scared expression on her face as I subjected her to a humiliating pussy inspection. Finally, I pulled my finger out and said to her "Nahin ... isko poora saaf mat karna ... bus thhoda kaichi se trim karna ... samajh gayi..." Nodding her head submissively, with relief washing over her face, she replied meekly "Jee saheb..." Satisfied, I let go of her. Picking up my unfinished cup of tea, I allowed a slow smile to come on my face, and said to her in a milder tone "Chal theek hai ... ab tu jaa ... kal teen baje aa jaana..." She folded her hands together in submission, and mumbling her thanks, left the room.
I headed downstairs to the living room after making myself presentable. Seema didi was no where to be seen, but Radhika aunty was sitting in the couch reading some women's magazine. Upon seeing me, she stood up quickly and said "Arre Jignesh beta ... itni jaldi aa gaye tum ... kya hua beta ... tumhe massage pasand nahi aaya kya?" With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Nahin Radhika ji ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... bas..." Taking my arm, she led me to the sofa, and sitting down beside me, placing her arm on my thigh, asked "Sharmaao nahi beta ... aunty ko khul kar bataao ... tumhe Seema ne acchhi service nahin di kya..." "Nahin aunty ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... mere liye to yeh pehli baar thha ... mujhe bahut acchha laga ... aur mujhe Seema didi se koi shikaayat nahi hai..." I replied, still embarrassed at the open way she was talking about my massage session.
She looked intently at my face as if to ascertain whether I was telling the truth, and then nodding her head slowly, smiled. "Main samajh gayi beta ... Seema ko tum jaante ho is liye tum khul kar enjoy nahi kar paaye..." she said, caressing my thigh gently. I just shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. "Koi baat nahin beta ... yeh to sirf Mayuri ben ke kehne par maine Seema ko bheja thha tumari service ke liye ... kal tum phir aana beta ... kal Radhika aunty tumhare liye ek aur special massage arrange karwaayegi ... woh tumhare liye aunty ki taraf se complimentary hoga ... theek hai beta?" she said with an endearing smile, as if tryng to make amends for something. "Oh aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai..." I protested.
With a smile, she slid closer to me, so that her thighs were touching mine. Placing her left arm around my back on my shoulder, she caressed my thigh with her right hand again, and said with a knowing smile "Beta ... aunty ko sab pata hai ki hamaare Jignesh bete ki kya zarooratein hain ... isliye aunty se sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hain..." The position in which she was sitting on my right side, her ample breasts under the saree were pressing against my shoulder. Taking my hand in hers, she continued "Accha beta ... bataao tumhe hamaari baaki do ladkiyon mein se kaun zyaada pasand aayi ... Sushma ... ya Aarti?" Embarrassed, I just managed a shy smile and mumbled something incomprehensible. "Bolo na beta ... aunty so khulkar bolo..." she encouraged me, leaning towards me closer, causing her heavy breasts to press against my arms again.
In spite of just having got my rocks off, I was beginning to get aroused again. And the way she was sitting by my side, twisted sideways slightly, her left arm around my shoulders, and her right hand resting on my thigh, the pallu of her saree had slipped off her shoulders partly, and had come to rest on her elbow. She was making no attempt to pull her pallu back; instead looking at my face with a smile, and I had a clear view of the deep v-neck of her red & blue sleeveless blouse, with the deep cleavage caused by her mature heavy breasts pressed together inside the blouse. I could make out the outlines of some expensive frilly-bra she was wearing under the bra.
From the size of it, I estimated that her breasts were a 36-C. The bra was definitely not a padded one, and yet from the feel of it against my arm, I knew they were very firm & heavy breasts; quite unlike the soft pliant breasts of my darling Sarla bhabhi; though not as big & firm as my dear Kalpana aunty. Suddenly I realized that she had asked me a question, and instead I was looking at her blouse and breasts visible to me. Embarrassed, I jerked my head up to look at her, only to realize that she was watching me quietly with a knowing smile on her face. "Umm ... aunty..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Then with a deep breath, I gathered my courage, and said to her "Aunty ... woh dono ladkiyaan bahut acchhi hai ... par..." "Par kya, beta..." she prompted when I paused. "Par ... mujhe sabse acchhi ... aap lagti hai..." I finished, putting on a sufficiently embarrassed tone to my voice. Hearing my words, a slow smile came to her voice, and after a pause, she squeezed my thigh and asked in a husky voice "Tum sach bol rahe ho beta ... ya aunty ka mazaak uda rahe ho..." Playing the shy collegeboy role to perfection, I hung my head and said in a small voice "Main sach bol raha hoon aunty..." She reached out with her right hand, and touching my cheek, turned my face towards her. "Tumhe in jawaan ladkiyon se zyaada aunty pasand hai beta..." she asked again in a pleasantly surprised voice. I just nodded my head dumbly.
"Oh beta..." she crooned, and pulled me towards her with her left hand on my shoulder. She dropped her right hand to my lap again, and placing it gently on the slight bulge of my cock inside my track-pants, she said "Bahut saal ho gaye beta ... ki kisi ne tumhari Radhika aunty ko is nazar se dekha hai ... tumne mujhe aaj bahut khush kar diya hai beta ... main waada karti hoon ki kal jab tum aaoge ... to main khud hi tumhe service doongi ... aur beta ... main tumhe aisa service doongi ki tum aunty ko yaad rakhoge..." Hearing this words, my cock twitched a little inside my briefs, and she felt the slight movement. She quickly pressed her hand to the bulge, and whispered "Oh beta ... tum to abhi se..." leaving her sentence unfinished, a seductive smile on those deliciously thick red lips of hers. At that moment, we heard someone coming down the stairs, and she quickly removed her hand.
As I stood up, the other two girls, Sushma and Aarti came into the room. On a sudden impulse, I pulled out my wallet, and turning to Radhika aunty said "Aunty ji ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to main Aarti aur Sushma ko ek chhoti si bhet dena chaahta hoon ... main aaj yahaan pehli baar aaya hoon na ... isliye inse kahiye ki yeh meri taraf se sweekar kar le..." As I pulled out two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, Radhika aunty started to say "Arre beta ... iski koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Turning to her with my back to the two girls, I looked at her intently and said "Please aunty..." She got the message and smiled warmly; and looking at the girls said "Accha beta ... Jignesh ji jab itne pyaar se de rahe hain to tumhe mana nahi karna chaahiye..."
I approached Sushma first, and looking at her surprised face with a smile, pressed the 500/- rupee note into her hand. She recovered in a moment, and accepting the money with both hands, said "Thank you Jignesh ji..." a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Main ummeed karoongi ki aap jab next time aaye to mujhe aapki service karne ka mauka de..." she said in a seductive tone. I just smiled and winked at her. Turning to the rather shy Aarti, I pressed the other note into her hand. She was still recovering from the surprise, and just accepted the money in stunned silence, her eyes darting from Radhika aunty to Sushma, as if seeking their approval. "Le lo, beta..." Radhika aunty urged her.
Finally she looked at me gratefully with those big brown eyes of hers, and stammered "Thank ... thank you, Jignesh ji..." I just smiled at her warmly in return. Just at that moment, Seema didi entered the room, and suddently there was an awkward silence in the room. To break the silence, I turned to her with a smile and said "Accha Seema didi ... to main chalta hoon..." She just smiled awkwardly at me, and nodded her head. Turning to leave, I stopped near Radhika aunty, and she said with a smile "To beta ... kal hum tumhara intazaar karenge..." I smiled back at her and said "Ji aunty ji..." With that, I closed the door behind me and left the house.
Getting on to the bike, I decided to stop over at Mayuri ben's place and give her an update. It was nearing 3:30 pm and I wanted to catch her alone at her house, before her daughter Amisha returned from college. Reaching her place, I parked the bike and rang the bell. After a minute, she called out from inside "Kaun hai?" in a rather irritated tone. "Main hoon, Jignesh ... Mayuri aunty" I replied. There was a bustle behind the door, and she opened it in a few seconds. "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum ho ... main so rahi thhi..." she said in an apologetic tone as she opened the door. "Sorry aunty ... maine aapko disturb kiya ... mai bas aise hi aaya thha..." I said with an apologetic smile as well. "Arre beta ... aisa mat bolo ... tumhare liye to aunty ka darwaaza hamesha khula hai..." she said quickly with a warm smile, and taking my hand led me inside.
Her face was still swollen from sleep, and she had hastily tied a small elastic band on her hair in a pony. She was dressed an old housegown with buttons in the front upto her waist, and from the way her massive boobs swung freely inside the gown as she led me to the sofa, I could make out that she was not wearing a bra. "Aao beta ... baitho..." she said, as she cleared some newspapers that were strewn on the sofa. As she bent forward to clear the newspapers, I could help but once again marvel at that humungous ass of hers under the gown.
"Tum baitho beta ... main zara mooh dhokar aati hoon..." she said, as she waddled into the kitchen, her massive ass swaying under the gown. The gown was a few inches short of her ankles, and one could see the white petticoat she was wearing under the gown. After a few moments, she reappeared, wiping her face with a small towel. "Tum kya loge beta ... chai ya coffee..." she asked as she came in. "No aunty, thank you ... I just had tea at Radhika aunty's place..." I replied. "Acchha ... to main tumhare liye thhoda nimbu sharbat banaaoon beta..." she asked. "Ok aunty..." I replied with a laugh. As she padded into the kitchen, I followed her. As she was squeezing the lemons to make the lime juice, she asked "To beta ... aaj tumko Seema ne khush kiya ke nahi?" I pretended to be ashamed, and with an embarrassed smile replied "Oh aunty ... main kya boloon ... Seema didi bahut acchhi hai..."
She laughed upon hearing that. "Acchha mujhe bataao beta ... usne tumhari acchhe se seva kin a ... tumko pura satisfaction diya na beta usne..." Seeing my discomfort, she prompted "Aunty se kya sharmaana beta ... bolo..." "Hmm ... haan aunty..." I replied in a shy tone. "Tumko uske ball acchhe lage beta?" she asked me with a mischevious smile. I was shocked on hearing this. The mature 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me if I liked her 23-year old daughter's tits! With a twinkle in her eyes and a naughty smile, she continued "Uske ball mere se tight hai na, beta ... tumko acchhe lage na?" "Haan aunty..." I managed to reply "par mujhe ... aapke zyaada pasand hai..." I finished, giving her an embarrassed smile. Hearing this, she beamed "Oh dikra ... tum sach mein bahut sweet ho..." she said smiling " ... tum acchhi tarah se jaante ho aunty ko khush karna..."
"Nahin aunty ... aisi baat nahi hai..." I protested. Dismissing my protest, she continued "Accha beta ... usne tumhare auzaar ko apne ball ke beech mein liya ke nahi?" This conversation was getting incredulous now. I couldn't believe how a woman could talk about her own daughter in such a brazen manner. But from her expression, I realized that she was not trying to tease me, but genuinely curious to know if her daughter had done a good job or not. "Umm ... haan aunty..." I mumbled. Adding some water to the squeezed lime, she queried in a matter of fact tone "Aur ... usne tumhara moonh mein liya ki nahi beta?" Once again, I just about managed to mumble her assent. "Hmm ... aur phir usne tumhare upar chadhkar tumko apne andar liya na beta?" she continued, as if asking questions to one of her tuition students.
She was looking expectantly at my face now, and I managed to reply "Umm ... aunty ... nahin..." Her face registered annoyance, and she pipped "Nahin kyun ... arre maine usko acchhe se instruction diya thha ki kya karna hai..." shaking her head. "Nahin aunty ... Seema didi par gussa mat hona aap ... maine hi didi ko kuchh aur karne se mana kiya..." I stated. "Oh..." she responded. "To kya tumne usko choda nahi beta?" she asked in a surprised tone. I just shook my head in the negative, and said "Aunty ... please ... mujhe Seema didi bahut acchhi lagi ... par main unke saath wahaan par woh sab nahin karna chaahta thha ... maine didi se kahaa ki main Mayuri aunty se permission loonga ... aur phir ek din Seema didi ke saath raat bitaaoonga..." I said in a contrite tone.
Hearing my words, a look of warmth and understanding came to her face, and she said "Beta ... tum sach mein dil ke bahut acchhe ho ... tumhe aunty se permission lene ki kya zaroorat ... main aur meri beti dono hi to tumhare liye hai..." I just smiled my thanks and did not respond. Finished with making the lime juice, she handed me the glass. As I drank the cool lime juice, she watched me fondly. Once I finished, she came closer to me to take the glass from my hand. Taking the glass from me, she pressed her belly to me and touching me on my cheek with her other hand, said "Beta ... tumhe pata hai na ki aunty tumhaare liye hamesha haazir hai ... aur beta ... ab tumhe jab chaahiye tab Seema bhi tumhaare liye haazir rahegi..." My cock which was beginning to overcome its fatigue, stirred in my undies, and the fact that she was pressing her ample belly to my crotch was not helping either. She had placed her free hand on my waist, and was looking up at my face with a knowing smile on her face. It was an incredible feeling to have a mature buxom 48-year old woman, her hair beginning to gray at the temples and a pair of old-fashioned spectacles perched on her nose; trying to seduce you.
The top two buttons of her gown were open, and in this position I could see the deep cleavage formed by her mammoth breasts dangling free inside the gown. The gown was stretched across her mountainous tits, and I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples protruding through the worn cotton of her gown. Noticing my gaze, she asked me in a low voice "Beta ... kya Seema ne tumhara ... tumhara paani nahi nikala?" Shell-shocked, I could only muster "Uhh ... haan ... haan aunty ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" With a little laugh, she replied "Nahi ... kucch nahi ... bas aise hi pooch rahi thhi..." smiling mischievously. I realized she was obviously asking this since she could feel my stiffening cock against her ample belly.
Still smiling, looking up at me, she slid her hand down between us, and gently squeezing my slowly growing cock through my track-pants continued "Lagta hai ki aunty ko kucchh karna padega ... idhar to koi ab bhi bekaraar hai..." Deciding that there was no holding back now, I cupped her massive tits through the thin gown, and squeezing them said "Kya karoon aunty ... jab bhi aapko dekhta hoon to aisa hi hota hai..." "Oh Jignesh beta..." she said huskily, and with a groan pulled my face towards hers and kissed me on my mouth. Slipping my other hand behind her and placing it on her massive ass, I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and kissed her back hard. Kissing her, I simultaneously began to squeeze her massive breasts through the gown, pinching the big nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She pulled her mouth off mine, and turned around to place the empty glass on the kitchen platform. As her back was towards me, I embraced her from behind, wrapping my arms around her big flabby belly, and pressing my hardening cock to that huge ass of hers. Twisting her head sideways, she asked me brazenly, a teasing tone to her voice "Beta, do you want to fuck your Mayuri aunty now?" I mumbled my assent, and placing my chin on her shoulder, ran my tongue over her earlobes. "Ooohhh..." she moaned "you are really making me hot now, beta..." I laughed inwardly, thinking about how much bull-shit she fed me just to massage my ego.
"Acchha ... let me atleast finish washing these vessels beta ... then we can go to the bedroom" she said laughing. "No aunty ... I want to do it with you right now ... right here..." I said hoarsely, sliding my hands up to her massive mammaries and squeezing them hard. I quickly began to open the remaining buttons of her gown, which went right down to her belly and then sliding my right hand inside the gown began to knead the humungous fleshy mass of her right breast. She responded by pressing my hand further to her breast and grinding her big ass on my rapidly hardening cock. Slipping my other hand too inside the gown, I hefted both of her mammaries in my hand and squeezed them together. As I pulled her big brown nipples, she said huskily "Don't you want to suck on aunty's breasts today, beta?" "Oh yes, aunty" ... I groaned.
She twisted around sideways to face me, and shoving her hand inside the open front of her gown, pulled out her right teat. Pulling the open neck of her gown sideways, she let her humongous tit hang out in the open. In spite of having seen them before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her mammaries. They hung down on her chest like a big ripe jack fruit. Cupping them with the palm of her right hand, she hefted it up, and presented it to me proudly. "Lo beta ... choose isko ... yeh tumhare liye hi hai..." she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Gone was her inhibition and she was brazen in her exhibition to me. I took a step back and admired the view of this mature 48-year old Mayuri ben standing in the kitchen of her house, her gown open fully from the front, hefting up one of her massive tits, and offering it to me to suck on. With a groan, I reached out for it and cupping it with both my hands, clamped my mouth on it. Her single breast was big enough to be held with both my hands, and as I tried to suck in the mature flesh of her boob, she encouraged me by grabbing hold of my head and pushing my mouth into it. Her other hand had slipped in between us, and she was now wantonly squeezing my fully erect cock through the fabric of my track-pant and underwear.
As I sucked on her huge breast like a maniac, she hissed "Tum doosre waale ko akela hi chhodoge kya beta?" "Aunty ... baahar nikalo usko bhi..." I hissed back, chewing on the proffered nipple which had grown to the size of my toe-finger now and flicking my tongue across it. With a smile, she quickly slid her left hand inside the open front of her gown and pulled out the other tit also. In spite of her gown being the type which had buttons going all the way from her neck to her waist, it was with difficulty that she managed to pull out the other one as well.

To Be Continued

[Heisenberg]

Part - 21

The wide open front of her gown was stretched taut by the sheer girth of both her breasts being bared. Being a snug fit through that neck opening of the gown, those incredibly huge mammaries of hers were pressed together, giving an incredibly erotic view. I went berserk on them, squeezing them, licking them, pinching them, and sucking on them like a man possessed. By now, she had slid her hand inside my track-pants and was massaging my cock with those thick coarse pudgy fingers of hers. She turned around fully to face me, and leaning back against the kitchen platform, pulled me towards her breasts. Cupping her mammaries with both my hands, I buried my face between them.

After I had my fill of sucking on those humongous footballs of hers, I raised my face to look up at her. She had a look of contentment on her face. Caressing my cheek, she said "Main jaanti hoon beta ... tum ye soch rahe ho na ki kaash Mayuri aunty ke mammon mein doodh hota to kitna accha hota ... hai na beta?" It came back to me in a flash that she was referring to my saying that the day before. Without waiting for me to reply, she said "Aunty ne sab intazaam kar diya hai beta ... agar tumko koi aitraaz na ho to main Alka ko kal dopahar tumhare ghar par bhej doongi..." referring to the 27-year old housewife I'd been introduced to yesterday.
By now, Mayuri ben had slid her hand inside my underwear, and was teasing my already rigid cock with her fingers. "Aunty..." I said " ... mujhe yeh thheek nahi lag raha hai ... Alka bhabhi se ye sab karwaana ... main jaanta hoon ki unko paiso ki zaroorat hai ... aur mein unko jitney paise chaahiye woh dene ko taiyyar hoon ... par main unke saath yeh sab nahi karna chaahta..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben smiled, and said "Arre beta ... main jaanti hoon ki tum kitne dildaar ho ... par agar tum usko aise hi paise doge to socho ki usko kya lagega ... bechaari ko aisa lagega ki woh gareeb hai iske liye tum usko bheekh de rahe ho..." When I did not say anything, she continued "Beta aisa bhi nahin hai ki woh yeh sab paise kamaane ke liye koi dhandha kar rahi hai ... aur main jaanti hoon ki tum uske saath ek raand ki tarah nahi pesh aaoge ... socho beta ... agar woh tumhari seva karti hai ... aur tum uske badle mein uski madad karte ho ... to uska bhi atmasamman bana rahega ... hai ki nahi?" I couldn't refute her cold logic, and said "Theek hai aunty ... aap kehte ho to..."
She brightened upon hearing my assent, and squeezing my cock with her fingers inside the briefs said with a laugh "Abhi chhodo yeh sab batein ... dekho dumhara dheela pad gaya hai ... aao main usko phir se khada karti hoon..." With that she quickly pulled a small stool lying in the kitchen, and hitching her old gown and petticoat up to her knees, sat down on it. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waist-band of my track pants and underwear, she pulled them down to my ankles together. As I stepped out of them bunched around my ankles, she quickly took my semi-rigid cock in her coarse hand, and breathed "Oh Jignesh beta ... kitna pyaara lauda hai tumhara..."
Pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she pushed my cock up towards my belly with her right hand and brought her face towards my crotch. Thrusting out her thick juicy tongue, she began to run it along the underside of my cock. I groaned and held her by her head. Moving her head, she also began to lick my swollen balls with her tongue, stroking my cock with her hand at the same time. To my utter surprise, she made a moaning sound, and opening her mouth, sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Holding me by my waist with her other hand, as she lashed her tongue on my balls and stroked me at the same time, I could feel my cock swelling to its full hardness.
"Chooso aunty..." I groaned, and hearing that, she quickly guided my hard erect cock into her mouth. This mature 48-year old college teacher was an accomplished cock-sucker. With a groan, she opened her mouth wide, and holding me by my hips, pulled me towards her to send my swollen spear deep into the depths of her mouth. She held me fast by my hips, letting my cock stay buried in the depths of her mouth, as she made gurgling sounds trying to adjust her throat to get used to the girth of my hard cock. Mad with lust, I grabbed her by the bun of her hair, and pushed my cock deeper till I felt the swollen tip of my cock press against her throat.
Then with a groan, I pulled my cock out. It was wet and slippery with her saliva. Holding my cock with my right hand at the base, and holding her head by her hair with the other, I began to rub and slap my wet slippery cock all over her face. "Umm ... haan beta..." she moaned. As I let go off my cock, she quickly took it in her hand, and taking them tip of it into her mouth again, began to rhythmically stroke it while sucking on the tip at the same time. This was getting difficult to handle, and if she continued this for long, I knew I was going to shoot my load right into her mouth.
Grabbing her by her head again, I spread my legs, and with a groan thrust my cock once again into the depths of her mouth. As I felt my cock head press against her throat again, I groaned, and began to fuck her mouth with vigor. I wanted to treat her like the wanton slut that she was, and so began to thrust into her mouth just like I would fuck her cunt. She was more than willing to co-operate, and opened her mouth wider to allow me to ravage her mouth. As I watched this 48-year old mature Mayuri ben sitting there on the stool in front of me, her hair beginning to gray at the temples, her huge pendulous breasts hanging out in the open from the open neck of her gown, willingly taking my big cock into her mouth, I couldn't but marvel at my good fortune.
As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, she was making throat grunts, and her saliva was drooling down from the sides of her mouth liberally. I knew I couldn't sustain this for long, so I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock came out of her mouth, she let out a deep sigh and took in huge lungfuls of air, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking up towards me through those matronly spectacles of hers, she asked in a husky voice "Ab aunty ko chodoge beta?" Maddened with lust by now, I just nodded my assent.
Getting up with difficult from the stool, she took hold of my cock in her hand again, and said "Bedroom mein chale beta?" Grabbing one of her huge pendulous mammaries with my right hand, I said huskily "Nahin aunty ... main aapko idhar kitchen mein hi chodna chaahta hoon..." Hearing this a seductive smile came to her face and she whispered "Peecche se chodoge mujhe beta?" "Haan aunty ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to..." I replied, squeezing her breast hard. "Arre beta ... itraaz kaisa aunty ko ... aunty ko tumhaare alaawa chodne wala aur kaun hai..." she said with a knowing smile. With that she turned around and leaned forward on the kitchen platform.
She quickly pulled up her old house gown along with the worn petticoat to bare those massive thighs and that huge flabby ass of hers. Supporting herself on the platform with her left hand, and holding up her gown & petticoat with her right, she spread her legs apart in the perfect position to allow me to fuck her from behind. Twisting her head sideways, she said in a throaty voice "Ab aunty ko jaldi se chodo beta ... dekho aunty tumhare liye kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." It was an incredible sight; this mature 48-year old woman with tits like udders, standing here bent forward on the kitchen counter; urging me to fuck her. Kalpana aunty's ass was probably wider than hers, but Mayuri ben's ass was by far the biggest and fattest ass I had ever seen on a woman. Caressing the flabby flesh of her mammoth ass with my left hand, I rubbed my slippery wet cock in the crack of her ass.
"Oh beta ... tadpaao mat aunty ko ... chodo na beta..." she moaned, as I teased her ass with my hard wet cock. In response, I thrust my right hand in between her thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of her thick hairy cunt. She was right about being wet. As she felt my finger on her sopping wet hairy cunt, she grabbed hold of my hand, and pressed it to her cunt, crying "Oh beta..." I quickly thrust two of my fingers into her thick hot cunt, and rammed it in all the way up to my knuckles, eliciting one more groan of pleasure from her. Pulling my wet fingers out, I bent my knees slightly, and positioned my hard cock at the opening of her cunt from behind. Holding her by her massive fleshy ass, I thrust my cock into the depths of her mature cunt in one swift motion. It was like a hot knife spearing through butter. As my hip smacked against her ass, my cock buried to the hilt in her cavernous cunt, she cried out "Aahhh beta ... chodo Mayuri aunty ko ... chodo zor se..." Not wanting any further invitation, I took hold of her by her wide hips, and began to ram my cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
I pulled her more towards me, and applied pressure on her back, indicating to her that she should bend down further. She complied instantly, and bent down fully, placing both her arms flat on the kitchen platform, bent at the elbows, and rested her face on them. This caused her huge mammaries to hang free like over ripe melons, and they swung heavily each time I rammed my cock into her. As I had said earlier also, even with my fully hard cock buried in her cunt, I could feel that there was enough room in that cavernous cunt of hers to accommodate more.
A woman of her size probably needed a 9" cock to satiate her, and my 7" one was woefully inadequate. Leaning forward a bit, I took hold of one of her massive free swinging breasts, and squeezed them hard even as my cock pistoned in and out of her hot juicy cunt. "Ohhh beta ... dabaao aunty ke mammon ko ... aur zor se chodo aunty ko..." she moaned, reaching out with her right hand to finger her cunt simultaneously. That was it for me, and with a groan, I exploded inside her. As my cum blasted out of the swollen tip of my cock, I pushed it deep into her cunt, and held it pressed inside, feeling my cock tremble and jerk. As my second orgasm in the span of one hour took hold of me, I arched my back and let my sperm fill the cavernous depths of her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed on her back. She let me rest on her back in that position, and said softly "Acchha laga, beta?" "Ohh aunty ... bahut acchha laga ... ab jaakar mujhe raahat mili hai..." I gasped, as I struggled to regain my breath. My cock, which was beginning to get limp now, slipped out of her pussy. Reaching between her legs, she caressed it with her fingers and said "Beta ... mujhe maalum hai ki meri choot dheeli hai isliye tumko mazaa nahi aata hai ... par kya karoon beta ... ab to main boodhi ho gayi hoon na..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her brazen talk. Squeezing those massive udders of hers, which were still dangling outside, I said "Oh aunty ... aisa mat boliye aap ... mujhe bahut mazaa aata hai aapke saath karne main..."
Hearing that she let out a short laugh and said "Ja beta ... maskha mat lago aunty ko ... main jaanti hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ko kya chaahiye..." When I did not respond, she continued "Beta tum ek din raat ko yahaan par sona ... main Seema beti ko tumhaare liye taiyyaar kar ke rakhoongi ... tumhe usko chodne mein bahut mazaa aayega beta..." My drained cock still managed to give an involuntary lurch, hearing this 48-year old matronly woman inviting me to fuck her own daughter. I just mumbled "Oh aunty..." As she straightened and turned around, she once again fondled my limp cock and balls, and said "Par beta ... tum tumhari Mayuri maasi ko bhool to nahi jaaoge na ... kabhi kabhi tum maasi ki bhi pyaas bujha dena ... main taras jaati hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ke liye ... yaad rakhoge na beta?"
"Oh aunty ... aapko kaise bhooloong main..." I said with mock earnesty. "Aur next time beta ... main tumko guarantee se aur mazaa doongi ... next time tum aunty ki ghaand mein daalna ... main guarantee deti hoon ki tumhe meri ghaand maarne mein isse zyaada mazaa aayega..." she continued with a smile, still fondling my cock and balls with her pudgy fingers. At that very instance, the bell rang. "Lagta hai Amisha college se aa gayi hai..." she said guiltily. Giving me a final lingering kiss, she quickly shoved her mammaries inside the gown and began to button up. As I also began to hastily pull on my clothes, she said to me "Tum darwaaza kholo beta ... main tumhare liye chai banaati hoon..." After hastily pulling on my clothes, I opened the door.
The 17-year old Amisha' face lit up with pleasure upon seeing me. There is a timeless eroticism to a teenage collegegirl like Amisha. She was dressed the same college uniform of a knee-length beige pleated skirt that was just short of her knees, a white collared shirt with the half sleeve fashionably folded, the top button left open tantalizingly, and the brown tie left fashionably loose around the collar. Her college bag was slung casually across her right shoulder with only one of the two straps, causing her proud young breasts to be thrust tantalizingly out through her shirt.
"Jignesh bhaiya!!!" she exclaimed, upon seeing me and nearly flung herself into me and wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her ripe young body to mine. With one eye on the kitchen door, I smiled at her warmly and said "Hi Amisha ... I was waiting for you only..." rubbing her back. Flinging her bag on to the sofa, she dragged me towards the sofa, pulling me down to sit beside her. Lifting both her legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa, she turned towards me and clasping her hands together in glee, said in an excited child-like tone "You know Jignesh bhaiya ... every one in college liked my new cycle so much today ... they were also so jealous you know!"
I just laughed upon hearing that and said "Well, they are going to be even more jealous when you go to college day after tomorrow with a new bag!" my hand resting on her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up her knee. "Oh really!!!" she squealed with delight, clasping her hands together again and jumping up from the sofa. Grabbing hold of my hand again, she dragged me into the kitchen, jumping up and down like an excited kid. "Mummy ... Jignesh bhaiya is getting me a new college bag!" she exclaimed. Peering through her old-fashioned glasses as she was making tea, Mayuri ben looked at us with a warm smile and said "Don't spoil her so much Jignesh beta ... you have just bought a new cycle for her ... there is nothing wrong with her bag now ... you can buy her a new one when this one gets torn..." Amisha pouted, and stamping her feet on the floor said "Oh mummy ... my bag is so old now ... please..."
Before Mayuri ben could say anything, I interjected "Aunty, Amisha has promised me that she is going to get a first-class in her next exam, so this is an incentive from me for that..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben responded "OK, in that case it is fine ... but I have one more favor to ask of you beta ... she is very weak in math ... so will you help her with that subject..." "Of course, aunty ... I will..." I replied. "Thank you very much beta..." Mayuri ben responed with a grateful smile, as she poured the tea into cups. "I will make sure you get your guru dakshina beta..." she added with a knowing smile. All I managed was an embarrassed laugh, knowing fully well what she meant.
Amisha was clinging to my hand all the while, and I was worried that her mother may notice that her daughter seemed to be besotted with me. We chatted casually as we all had tea in the living room. As I finished my tea and placed the cup on the center table, I said "Ok aunty, I think I better take your leave now ... I have to go to the gym now..." Hearing this, Amisha's face dropped. "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... why do you have to go now ... can't you stay for some more time ... please..." she pleaded. "Sorry baby ... I have to go now ... but I promise you I will come tomorrow ... with your bag!" I told her with a laugh. "Aww..." she pouted. "Arre beti ... kyun Jignesh bhai ke peechhe pade ho ... woh kal aayenge na..." Mayuri ben chided her daughter.
Turning to me, she asked "Beta ... will you drop me at the market on your way ... I need to buy some vegetables..." "Sure aunty..." I replied. "Ok, in that case, will you wait for a minute beta? I will just go and change" she said. With that, Mayuri ben gathered the cups and went into the kitchen. She then proceeded into their bedroom to change. The moment she closed the door, Amisha who was sitting on the sofa opposite me, jumped up and rushed to me. With a conspiratory giggle, she plonked herself on my lap, sitting sideways and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressing her ripe young body to me, those firm mounds of her teenage breasts pressing to my chest, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Looking up at me with an aroused expression on her face, she whispered "Bhaiya ... kiss me like yesterday no please..." her lips parting in expectation. Placing my left hand on her back to support her, I cupped her face with my right hand, and pulling her face towards me, I kissed her softly on the lips. She let out a soft sigh, and pressing herself further into me, began to dart her little tongue into my mouth, kissing me with the kind of uninhibited passion that only a teenager is capable of. With a deep sigh, I slid my hand down her neck and placing it on one of her ripe teenage breasts, squeezed it gently through her shirt and the bra underneath.
This caused her to let out a soft moan, and arching her back tried to press her young breasts into the palm of my hand. Her eyes were closed and she was kissing me ardently now, squirming around on my lap. Worried about getting caught if Mayuri ben saw us like this, I withdrew my mouth from hers. She let go of my tongue reluctantly, and as her eyes opened I saw that she had a glazed expression on her face and she was squeezing her thighs together. As I looked at her with love, my hand slid down from her tits and rested on her lap, gently caressing the bare flesh of her thigh which had become exposed since her skirt had ridden up well below her knees. "You are very sexy, Amisha..." I whispered to her, continuing to tease the skin of her thigh with my fingers.
"Oh bhaiya..." she hissed, clasping my hand on her knee with hers, and pulling it up to her breast again. Looking intently into my eyes with a look of intense arousal, her lips slightly parted, she pressed my hand into the firm flesh of her ripe 32-B breast again. As I had mentioned earlier, she was one of those girls who did not wear a petticoat under her college uniform, and therefore I could now feel the erect nubs of her aroused nipples protruding through he bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. I gently squeezed her nipple through her shirt and bra, causing her to shiver and clamp her thighs together, her head snuggling into the nape of my neck. Looking down, I could see her firm breasts encased tightly inside a simple white bra through the neck of her shirt. I was tempted to slide my hand inside her shirt and bra, and feel those virgin teenage tits of hers.
Managing to get a grip on myself, I whispered to her "Amisha ... I think you better get up now ... if your mummy comes..." Turning her head upwards to look into my eyes, she said in an earnest whisper "Bhaiya ... promise me you will come tomorrow ... please..." With a smile, I kissed her once again on those lovely pouting lips of hers, and said "I promise, baby..." Hearing the sounds of Mayuri ben opening the bedroom door, she quickly jumped up from my lap and gathering her college bag from the sofa, ran inside. Seeing Mayuri ben, I too got up from the sofa. She had changed into a saree, and asked me if I was ready to leave. I agreed, and we headed out. I dropped her off at the vegetable market en route to my house, and reached home.
After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty's place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn't help but think about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow, Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his business trip. Not that I wouldn't get any more opportunities to sleep with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a welcome change from having to masturbate 3 times a day.
As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie's house, I heard her call out from inside "Kaun hai..." "It's me aunty ... Jignesh" I called back through the door. I heard an exclamation of "Oh..." from inside, and the sound of her bustling around inside the house. "Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody with you?" she asked from behind the door. "I am alone, aunty..." I replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly. But I couldn't see her anywhere. I was just about to say something when she spoke from behind the partly opened door "Main idhar hoon beta ... aap jaldi se andar aa jaao..." My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I understood the reason for this strange behavior.
She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and mopped her face with the cloth, even as I gazed at her in amusement. Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said "Oh beta, I was not expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it's so hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta..." For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the fact that she didn't do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.
Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I gazed at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think that inspite of her having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face, she had beautiful big eyes and and an even endearing smile. As her huge firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with sweat at the neck and the armpits.
"I just thought that I'd come a little early and help you with your work, aunty..." I said to her lovingly. "Oh beta ... you are so nice..." she said with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go off her, she said "Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree and come..." "Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please..." I said quickly " ... you don't have to be so formal with me..." "But beta..." she began to protest. "And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty..." I continued with a naughty smile. Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and shyness, and said "Theek hai beta ... as you say..." Turning around, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a tray. As I took the glass from her, she said "Beta ... you please make yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come..." "I'd rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty..." I replied with my most charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.
As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat. Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat that she was wearing with her saree when she'd come to my place in the afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben's teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the kitchen while she cooked, I asked her "So what are you making for dinner today?" "Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like whatever little I have made..." Getting back to cutting some vegetables, she continued "I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love that ... and I am now making some undhiyu..." For those unfamiliar with Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy vegetables.
"Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty..." I said with a smile. "Oh please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it..." she replied in an eager voice. "And what are you making for dessert, aunty?" I asked. "Oh beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure of what sweet dishes you like..." she replied in an unsure voice. "Hmm ... actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa..." I replied with a straight face. Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in worried voice "Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that..." I laughed heartily, and interrupting her said "Arre aunty ... I was just teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything that you make..." walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert tonight..."
Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at my face, she said "Oh Jignesh beta ... don't say such sweet things to aunty ... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I will really miss all this..." caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her face. In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts through the blouse, said enigmatically "Let's just see who gets tired of whom first..." As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double layers of her blouse and bra. "Oh beta..." she groaned, throwing her head back and resting it against my chest " ... if you continue to do all this, then aunty will not be able to cook..." The faint odor of sweat from her hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued with her cooking.
Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well, and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel around her head & hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum powder she'd liberally sprinkled on her body. "Time I bought this woman some deodorants..." I thought to myself.
As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically "I am so sorry I had to make you wait beta..." I dismissed her apology with some appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we start to lose interest.
After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging the clothes on the line, she said "Beta ... tum jaisa ladka to har maa ka khwaab hota hai ... your mother is very happy to have a son like you..." I just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I'd never be caught doing anything to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody she detested more than her useless bum of a son.
She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton 38-C bra, a look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an "Oh..." I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly "Beta ... Jigna told me ... that when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ... umm ... undergarments for her..."
Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. "I am her mother ... and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the other ... I had to keep postponing it..." she said slowly. I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage daughter. "You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now..." she continued in a low voice. I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more. Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said "Beta ... what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for Jigna ... I am ... I don't know what else to say..." she said with a tone of gratitude in her voice.
I just caressed the back of her palm and said "Oh come on aunty ... now again you are making me feel like a paraaya ... you and Jigna ... mean a lot to me aunty..." Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing her hand on my chest said "Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also care for her very much..." Continuing, she said "And beta ... I need your help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean, beta?" looking me in the eye. "I understand that aunty... "I replied reassuringly.
"And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?" she asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers. I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was lust for that luscisous teenage college girl. Clearing my throat, I said "Don't worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions..." What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she wouldn't understand the true meaning of my words.
To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said "Now let's go inside aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you..." the last two words being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me inside. As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me "Beta ... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don't you go ahead ... I'll join you in a minute..." I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women? There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a combination of all of these.
She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn't have gotten any better. With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the milk. I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said "Thank you, aunty..." She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her from behind. She let out a surprised "Oh..." and smiling, placed her hand on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly. Turning her head sideways to look up to me, she said "Kya hua beta ... why did you get up?" In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.
Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh beta..." she sighed, as my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said "Aunty, I want to see you ... can I take off your clothes... ?" "Oh Jignesh beta..." was all she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and began to undbang it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look of tenderness and arousal.
As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of her huge 38-C breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers. The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn't help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched. Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and petticoat.
I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she come to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy mature breasts rested on my head, even as I felt her ruffle the hair on my head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked her in the eye. "Can I open your blouse, aunty?" I asked in a husky voice. "Yes, beta..." she whispered, looking me in the eye. I reached out between us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders together to help me open the hooks easily, even as she continued to gaze at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting cleavage.
As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. "Jignesh..." she breathed, as she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed and looking into her aroused face, asked softly "Now can I remove your petticoat, aunty... ?" She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist, and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs and fall in a heap around her ankles.
I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to flare out from her waist, inspite of the fact that she had very a very big waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gaszed at Kalpana aunty standing mutely before me, stripped down to her bra and panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature 38-year old mother of two, standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.
Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same set, she had atleast bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike many of the other other older married women who invariably wore colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben's did, and seemed firm inspite of the girth. I noted that she wore a black string around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt, covering both her ass cheeks. I don't think a woman like her had ever waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.
As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let out a soft cry of "Ohh..." as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of her cunt.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 22

As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this 38-year old housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a soft moan of "Oh mara dikraa..." and placing both her hands on my shoulders for support, even as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit; as much as she could with the panty slid down to her knees restricting free movement.

Her head was turned sideways with her chin pressed to her shoulder, and her eyes were screwed shut, a result of the shame and arousal that I was sure she was being subject to. I then gently slid down her panties from her knees, and she cooperated by leaning forward on my shoulder for support and stepping out of them. Standing up, I embraced her once again, and pressing my fully hard cock inside the boxers to her well endowed belly, said to her "Ab aap bitar par let jaaiye, aunty..." She began to say something, but I cut her off by guiding her gently on to the bed. She lay down on the bed silently and shifted to the inside, making place for me on the outer side of the bed. She was lying on her side with her head supported by one hand bent at the elbows, and the other hand resting limply on her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed together inside the bra, creating a very inviting cleavage, and her legs were bunched together and bent at the knees.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I whispered to her "Aunty ... lie on your stomach please..." She complied, albeit with some confusion, wondering what I had in mind. Caressing her broad naked back, I said to her gently "Aunty ... you have taken care of me so much ... I just want to say thank you ... and this is my way of doing that..." Reaching out with her free hand, she took my hand in hers and said with arousal "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't embarrass aunty like this ... I can never ever repay the kindness you have shown to me and my family..." Pausing for a moment, she continued "All I have to offer you is my body, Jignesh beta ... and try to serve you in whatever way I can..." I was immensely turned on by this completely submissive statement she had made, and I was filled with feelings that were a strange mix of lust and compassion for her.
In response, I just pushed her gently on to her stomach, and shifted on the bed to sit across her outstretched legs on my knees. Supporting myself on my knees, I began to gently knead the flesh on her thick muscular calves; an action which made her to jerk her head up from the bed and exclaim "Oh beta ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho ... please..." "Shhh..." I said to her in return " ... you must be tired aunty ... just let me do what I want ... please aunty ... this is just my way of thanking you for everything..." I finished in an earnest voice. She let out a sigh on hearing this, and all she could muster was "Oh beta ... you are..." As she let her head drop on the pillow, I turned my attention to her body. I had never imagined I would have the pleasure of enjoying Kalpana aunty's body this way, as I gazed at the back of thick massive thighs, and that impossibly big mass of ass-flesh.
As I kneaded the muscles of her calves, I moved my hands upwards and began to press her thick fleshy thighs from the back. She just lay there submissively, cooperating with me fully. Gradually, my hands reached the twin mountains of her humungous ass. Even with my palms fully outstretched, I was able to cover only a part of each of her massive ass cheeks. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her butt, she let out a soft sigh and squirmed on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow and her outstretched arms were placed above her head. I ran a finger teasingly along the inside of her thighs till it reached the crevice of her ass cheeks. As I ran my finger along the crack of her massive butt, she shivered and muttered into the pillow "Beta ... bas..." My cock was fully erect now and was feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my boxers. My balls too were swollen painfully.
Pausing for a moment, I quickly slid down my boxers to become buck naked. Freed of the confines of the boxers, my rock hard prick sprang upwards proudly, slapping against my belly. Sliding upwards on her body, I sat down gently on her mammoth ass, an action which caused my swollen balls to rest on her butt. She inadvertently jutted her ass upwards, as if to press her butt flesh against my balls. Placing my left hand on her back for support, I took hold of my cock with my right, and pumped it a few times to let my foreskin stretch and relax; an action which caused a few drops of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my red swollen cock head. On an instinct, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass, lubricating it with my pre-cum.
As I had said earlier, it had been my fantasy from the start to someday shove my cock inside the 38-year old Kalpana aunty's mammoth ass. However, my cock was still sore from all the action I'd had earlier in the day, and in this condition, I knew that I would not be able to hold myself for too long. "Some other day, boy..." I thought to myself. Unlike the slutty Mayuri ben, the endearing Kalpana aunty had not shown any inclination towards anal sex so far, and I didn't want to do anything that would shock her. In any case, by the way her back was heaving with her breathing, I could make out she was aroused. She adjusted her pelvis on the bed, and spread her thighs wider, as if inviting me to take her in one way or the other.
Sliding down the back of her thighs once again, I slid my right hand between her thighs from behind and felt the opening of her pussy once again. She was wet alright, and as my fingers touched the moist slit of her cunt, she let out out a soft moan and squirmed her hips once again. Leaning forward, I placed both my hands on the bed on either side of her prostate body, and lay down on her back, pressing my naked body to hers. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she moaned again, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and kissed her neck, running my tongue along her earlobes. My cock was now pressed against the crack of her huge butt, and she was moving her hips on the bed trying to get a feel of my cock somewhere. Sliding my hand between our pressed bodies, I guided my rock hard cock under the mounds of her massive ass cheeks, till it was wedged between the crack of her ass with the tip touching the opening of her thick mature pussy.
She pushed her hips upwards as if urging me to slide my cock into her pussy from behind, even as she whispered huskily "Beta ... ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao ... take me now please..." Tempted as I was to ram my cock into her cunt from behind, I still resisted the temptation, and instead just teased her by rubbing the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass and the moist opening of her mature cunt. To add to her arousal, I reached between our bodies and quickly undid the clasp of her bra. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I ran my tongue along her spine. This caused her to shiver, and I felt goose pimples come up on her arms and back. She shivered and a soft hiss escaped her lips.
Getting off her back, I pulled her by her shoulder and turned her around. With a moan of "Jignesh..." she turned on to her back and lay there looking at me with a completely helpless and aroused look on her face. Her big eyes were looking at me with arousal, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. As I gazed at this mature heavily built 38-year old mature housewife lying nearly naked on the bed, her beautiful big eyes begging me to take her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. In that position, with her wet hair still covered by that thin damp towel, her massive wide chest heaving, with the bra now unclasped from behind, her thick fleshy belly with a crevice near her incredibly deep belly button, and those short beefy legs parted slightly at the thighs to reveal her mature trimmed cunt in all its glory; I felt my cock quiver in anticipation.
Looking into her eyes, I reached out and almost roughly pulled off her bra. As she lifted her arms to help me pull the big old-fashioned black cotton bra from her chest, I was once again rewarded by the glorious sight of her huge heavy brown skinned 38-C sized breasts. The dark brown aereolas around her thick nipples were puckered with goose bumps in her arousal. In spite of the size of her breasts, they didn't sag the way Mayuri ben's did, and quivered ever so slightly with the movement of her arms. I was sitting on my knees by her side, and her hands instinctively reached out to take my throbbing cock in her hand. As her thick calloused fingers closed around the girth of my cock, I sighed, and reached out to hold both her massive breasts with my hands.
Cupping her heavy firm mature breasts from the underside, I squeezed them hard, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her lips were parted, and she was beginning to breathe heavily now. As her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, my swollen cock head slipped out of the foreskin, and I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning "Oh aunty..." Continuing the maul her mature tits with my left hand, I quickly slid my right hand down to her pelvis, and pushing her thighs apart, thrust two of my fingers into her already wet thick cunt. The sudden intrustion of her mature pussy caused her to cry out "Ohh..." and she jerked her hips, vainly trying to lift her heavy hips off the bed.
With my fingers buried inside her sloppy wet juicy cunt up to my knuckles, I began to finger her pussy hard, causing her to twist and turn on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. I stood up on my knees and holding her face turned it towards me. As she looked up at me with desire, I placed my cock near her lips. Without a word, she opened her mouth. Holding her head covered with the damp towel with my left hand, I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, even as I continued to finger her cunt violently with the fingers of my right hand. Unprepared that she was for this sudden assault on her mouth, she gagged as my thick swollen cock filled her mouth and tip almost touched the back of her throat. Her body shivered violently, and as her throat constricted around the tip of my cock, her heavy body lifted off the bed with a violent shudder. A low gurgling sound emanated from the depths of her throat as a burst of saliva came dribbing out of the side of her outstretched mouth.
"Ummfff..." she gurgled, even as she reached out with her hand to clasp my muscular buttocks and allowed me to plough my cock into the depths of her mouth. As her throat adjusted to the thickness of my cock, she lifted her head slightly off the pillow and began to bob her head back and forth, sucking on my rampant cock in earnest. It was a hugely erotic position to be in, with me on my knees next to her face, holding her head with one hand and fucking her thick lipped wide mouth, while my fingers were furiously ravaging her mature vagina. As I watched her big heavy breasts heave and wobble with my dual assault, I felt my balls tighten, threatening to spew forth my scalding hot cum into her warm sucking mouth.
With a groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and looking her in the eye, said "Aunty ... please fuck me now ... I want you to fuck me now..." With a look of infinite love and arousal in her eyes, she pulled my face to hers, and whispering "Oh beta..." kissed me passionately on my mouth. As she thrust her tongue into my mouth in wanton arousal, I grabbed hold of her massive tit and squeezed it roughly, pinching the thick aroused nipple hard. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly sat up on the bed. Hefting her heavy body off the bed, she straddled me, and sat across my thighs, supporting herself on her knees and taking care not to let all her weight come on me. Taking my erect cock gently in her hand, she looked into my eyes and said ever so softly "Oh beta ... more than you ... I want you today ... I have not felt so ... so..." her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. Supporting herself by placing one hand on the side of my shoulder, she leant forward and taking my rod in her hand guided it towards the opening of her thick juicy mature cunt.
With effort, she moved her legs, so that she was now in a squatting position on her haunches (and not resting on her knees), she lifted her massive wide hips and ass off the bed. Holding on to my erect cock to keep it upright, she slowly lowered her huge wide ass on to my cock. As the thick blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock parted the lips of her mature cunt, she closed her eyes and biting her lips, let out a soft cry of "Unnhhh..." Sitting on her haunches, and holding on to my outstretched hands for support, as she lowered her weight on to me, my slick rod slid into the depths of her eager mature cunt. The wonderful woman that she was, she took care not to sit down completely on my pelvis and crush me with the weight of her massive body. Instead, she supported her weight in that squatting position on her legs. In that position, even though my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy, I did not feel any pressure of her weight on my body.
As she felt my cock twitch inside the wet folds of her cunt, she looked into my eyes lovingly. It was a sight to behold; the sight of the heavily and stockily built buxom Kalpana aunty, squatting on me with my cock buried inside her still reasonably tight cunt, buck naked except for that damp towel still wrapped around her hair, and that ubiquitous mangalsutra dangling from her neck between those incredibly heavy and firm massive orbs of mature tit flesh. Letting go off my hands which she had been clasping, she placed it on my chest, and began to lift and drop her incredibly wide and heavy hips on my pelvis. I threw my head back in pleasure, as she began to fuck me, the tempo increasing gradually.
She was not the type who was a screamer, but still as her cunt slid up and down on my raging hard cock, she couldn't help but let out soft grunts of "Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh..." Her huge mature breasts which were dangling in front of me, began to swing and shudder with each downward thrust of her hips, that massive ass of hers making slapping sounds as it pounded on my pelvis. Grabbing hold of her swinging dangling breasts, I also began to thrust my hips upwards each time hers came down, sending my cock deep into the previously unexplored depths of her cunt. I loved having a woman on top of me, but I had never imagined that a woman of Kalpana aunty's age and body structure could manage to do it so well. She was breathing heavily, as she focused on the task of giving me maximum pleasure, taking care to never let her complete weight come on me.
"Auntie..." I groaned " ... fuck me ... fuck me..." as she continued to thrust her hips vigorously on my raging hard cock, her massive breasts heaving violently with the effort. Hearing this, she started fucking me with renewed vigor, slapping her heavy buttocks on me harder. Somehow, this incredible woman was managing to contract her pussy muscles even as she was pounding her cunt on my cock from top, and this was enough to send my head into a tizzy. I had originally planned to mount her missionary style eventually, and fuck her senseless, but the pleasure that I was getting by her fucking me from top made me changed my mind. I was ready to come any moment now, but I wanted to see if I could watch her get her orgasm simply by riding my cock. I constricted the muscles of my buttocks to contain myself and hold on, keeping my cock hard at the same time.
She went on fucking me vigorously from top, and all her attention was now completely focused on that activity. She was oblivious to the feel of my hands mauling her dangling heavy breasts mercilessly, as her eyes were looking down towards where her mature cunt was sliding up and down on my rigid shaft. I lay back to enjoy the sensation, and watch how long she could continue this tempo of fucking me from top. She was beginning to tire with the effort now, and her mouth was open, sucking in huge gasps of breath, as she hefted and dropped her hips on my pelvis, fucking me as hard as anyone could in this position. To her credit, she didn't give up and kept at it with incredible dedication, all her senses focused only on getting me to my orgasm. Pulling on all my reserves, I held on, wanting her to cum before I did. With a few more downward thrusts, she threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and clenching her teeth, let out a hissing cry of "Jignesssss..."
That was the sign for me that her orgasm had begun to take hold of her body. In spite of her massive girth, her body shuddered uncontrollably and her mature cunt muscles contracted and expanded spasmodically, even as she bit her lips and hissed "Beta ... I am going to..." "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I groaned " ... I am also going to come..." Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as her orgasm eventually hit her, and she pumped her hips on me one final time. With a long drawn cry of "Uuiii maaa..." she collapsed on top of me, her hot molten lava like pussy letting out a gush of hot woman cum, that slid down my cock on to my balls. That was all that I had been waiting for, and with a deep chested grunt, I grabbed her by her back, and let my cock loose inside her pussy. Holding on, as I was for such a long time, my jism shot out of my cock with incredibly force, and flooded the cavity of her hot mature pussy. "Auntieee..." I screamed, grabbing her, those heavenly tits of hers quashed against my chest.
She lay there in that position on top of me for a while, dragging in deep lungfuls of breath, even as I lay gasping, trying to catch my own breath. Her pussy kept spasming, sending out fresh spurts of her own womanly cunt juices, even as my cock jerked and twitched inside her cunt. My cum intermingled with her pussy juices, flowed out of her pussy, and slid down my cock onto my now sagging testicles. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, before I squirmed uncomfortably under her. Sensing that the weight of her body was causing me discomfort, she slid off my body and lay down on my side, her head buried in my chest. The towel which she had tied around her hair had come undone, and her uncombed damp hair lay disheveled across her face.
Looking up at me with loving eyes, she whispered "Oh Jignesh beta ... aaj tumne meri aas poori kar di..." Caressing my cheeks, she continued "The feeling of your seed inside me ... its as if ... as if ... you and I are one today..." After a pause, she said softly "I love you, Jignesh beta ... I love you ... I know that this may sound silly to you ... your old Kalpana aunty saying this to you ... but no matter what you think beta ... I want you to know ... that Kalpana aunty will always love you ... always..." Hearing these words, I let out a soft sigh, my heart going out to this incredibly woman. Wrapping my arms around her broad naked back and pulling her towards me, I replied sincerely "I love you too, aunty ... no matter where life takes me ... I will always always love you..." She propped her head up on her palm, and looking into my eyes with an expression of love and tenderness, she kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for saying that, beta..." she said softly. "No ... thank you, aunty ... thank you ... for loving me so much..." I replied, my voice quivering with my emotions. It was not everyday that a mother and a daughter, whom you only lusted for, said the same thing to you. It was tearing me apart all the more, knowing that unlike other women and girls that I had slept with, both Kalpana aunty and her teenage daughter Jigna, perhaps really loved me in some special way. She rested her head gently on my chest, and in that position, both of us drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the feel of her gently shaking me. Opening my eyes, I saw her sitting by my side on the bed, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Caressing my face gently, with a smile she said "Good morning beta..." I stretched myself, and said with a lazy smile "Good morning to you too aunty..." She was fully dressed and was looking fresh as a daisy. I looked at the clock, and jumped out of the bed. It was nearing 7:00 am in the morning, and I knew I had to get out of her house before Jatin bhai came back. As I was pulling on my clothes, she watched me fondly. Gulping down my tea, I headed to the door. Just as I was about to open the door, she caught me by my hand and pulled me towards her. Looking into my face with an earnest expression, she said "Beta ... last night was very special for me ... I will always remember it ... and ... and I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said..." "Oh aunty..." I began to speak, only to be cut off by her lips on my finger. "Beta ... I love you ... and I want you to know that aunty is there for you whenever you need me ... till the time you get married beta ... I want you to know that I will be there for you as your wife..." she said softly. Pausing for a moment, as if unsure of what she was going to say next, she cleared her throat and said "And beta ... even after you become older and get married ... I want you to remember that your Kalpana aunty will always love you ... and I will be always there for you whenever you need me..." This uninhibited and unconditional expression of love was more than I could take, and I just took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. "I will always remember that, aunty..." I said, my eyes watering. She just smiled lovingly, and caressed my face again. With a lot of reluctance, I pulled myself away from her, and after waving to her, headed home.
After reaching home, I spent some time doing my morning workouts. After working up a good sweat, I stripped off my clothes, and wrapping a towel around my waist, was about to hit the shower when the bell rang. Cursing whoever was ringing the bell this early in the morning, I opened the door. It was that rabaari lady, Gajra ben. I had completely forgotten that I had asked this woman to bring milk to my house from today onwards. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year old tribal woman, who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding nomads, and lived in a nearby village.
Their source of livelihood was raising cattle, and supplying milk to the nearby households in the town next to their village. She was dressed in their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse embroidered ghaagra that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a similarly embroidered long sleeved choli that covered her torso almost completely up to her waist, and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her head, the ends having been tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist. The bit I liked most about their attire was that the choli practically had no cover at the back, and was only tied by two strings at the back.
A battered aluminum pot was perched on her head, which ostensibly contained the milk. She stood there at the doorstep, beaming at me through her rather fair but weather beaten face. "Doodh laayi hoon, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Since she was supporting the pot on her head with one hand, her choli was stretched taut across those humongous breasts of hers, and I could see the outline of her thick nipples protruding even through the thick coarse fabric of her choli. A small portion of her ample fleshy belly, including a deep belly button could be seen between the lowered end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra.
Realizing that I was staring unashamedly at her body, I quickly averted by gaze, suddenly self conscious that I was wearing nothing but a towel across my waist. I smiled to myself when it suddenly occurred to me that I was in precisely this state of undress even when I had met her yesterday at Radhika aunty's parlour. I noticed her eyes give my well muscled torso the once over look, and seeing the smile on my face, asked self consciously "Aap muskura kyun rahe hai, saheb..." "Kucch nahin, Gajra ben ... bas aise hi kucch soch raha thha..." I replied, scratching my head. "Saheb ... aap zara yeh matki utaarne mein meri madad karenge..." she asked hesitantly, requesting me to help her heft the big aluminium pot from her head. "Haan, kyun nahi..." I replied, reaching out help her lift the pot from her head. As I did that, she stepped closer to me and bent forward a little bit to help me reach the pot. This caused her massive dangling breasts inside the choli to press against my chest for a brief moment.
They felt like a pair of mini footballs that had lost a bit of air, and I felt my limp cock twitch under the towel. This little brush with her did not go unnoticed by her, and the way she looked at me knowingly with a smile made me think that it was something she had done on purpose. Just as both of us were holding the aluminum vessel containing milk and bending forward to put in down on the floor, the unthinkable happened. My towel, which I had hastily tied around my waist before opening the door, came undone and slipped to the floor. I let out a little yelp of shock, and with a jerk, bent down to pick up the unfaithful towel; but not before this mature rabaari woman got a glimpse of my partly erect cock, and the wrinkled sac containing my family jewels. A sudden gleam came to her eyes, and she let out a throaty chuckle, even as I fumbled to get my towel back in place. Embarrassed to the core, I looked at her face with a scared expression on my face.
Still chuckling, she said "Arre saheb ... koi baat nahi ... itna kyun sharmaate ho ... aap jab itne se thhe ... tab se main aapko dekh rahi hoon ... aur us umar mein to maine aapko bahut baar nanga dekha hai..." I didn't know what to say and mumbled something incoherent. "Aur saheb ... aapka sharer to itna acchha hai ... woh to hamaara naseeb hai ki humko aapki body dekhne ko mil gayi..." she continued, realizing how embarrassed I was, and trying to make me feel at ease. I just smiled awkwardly and stood there fumbling with my towel. Changing the topic, she asked me "Acchha, saheb aap ek bartan lekar aayenge ... doodh nikalne ke liye..." I didn't want to stand there at the door anymore in only my towel, and said "Tum andar aa jaao na Gajra ben ... doodh ke liye kaunsa bartan nikaalna hai mujhe nahi pata ... tum hi koi bartan nikaal lo andar se..."
Shaking her head, she smiled at me, and entered the house. I closed the door behind her, and followed her into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets for her to look in, and she soon located an appropriate vessel. Sitting down on her haunches on the floor, she began to pour milk from the container into my vessel using an aluminum measuring glass. As she was transferring the milk, she looked up at me and asked "Saheb, aapke liye do litre doodh kaafi hoga na..." "Nahin, nahin..." I protested " ... itna saara doodh nahin chaahiye mujhe ... main akela hoon ghar par..." Pausing, she looked up at me with a smile again, and said "Arre saheb ... aap to jawaan ho ... aur aapki itni acchhi body hai ... aapko to kamse kam do litre doodh har roz peena chaahiye..." pronouncing the word 'body' to rhyme like 'bowl'. "Accha theek hai, Gajra ben..." I conceded, not wanting to argue with her on that point any more.
She smiled gratefully at me, and proceeded to finish pouring two litres of milk into the vessel she had extracted from the cabinet. Finishing, she stood up and asked "Waise to hum sabko bhains ka doodh dete hai ... lekin saheb agar aapko chaahiye to main aapke liye gaay ka doodh bhi laa sakti hoon..." I could never make out the difference between the two, and frankly didn't care anyways. All the same, I decided to make use of this question to try and get a little naughty with her. "Gaay aur bhains ke doodh ke alaawa aapke paas aur koi doodh nahi hai kya..." I asked in a straight tone. Confused, she looked at me and replied "Aur kaunsa doodh, saheb ... hum log to sirf gaay or bhains hi paalte hain..." I just smiled at her knowingly, and said "Chalo koi baat nahi ... maine socha ki aapke paas aur bhi koi doodh hoga dene ke liye..." purposely letting my eye move over the protruding mounds of her humongous tits inside that rustic choli.
That's when realization dawned upon her about the true meaning of my statement, and a slow knowing smile creased her plump heavy set face. "Ohh ... ab main samjhi..." she said with some hesitation, but smiling at me at the same time. "Arre saheb ... aap bhi na ... aap to hamaare maalik ho ... aap logo ki dayaa se to hi hum log jeete hain ... aapke liye to hum hamesha haazir hain..." she said slowly, looking me intently in the eye, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Hmm..." was all I said, still looking her in the eye, and refusing to be embarrassed by this conversation. We gazed at each other silently for a few moments, without saying a word. Then, with an apprehensive look on her face, she came closer to me and said in a low voice "Saheb ... maine aapka matlab theek samjha na?" I looked her nonchalantly in the eye, and retorted "Kya matlab samjha tumne?" Clearly unsettled now, she twiddled with the ghunghat which had slipped down from her head to her shoulder, and pulling it back up to cover her head again, said to me in an unsure voice "Matlab yeh ki ... ki ... aapko hamaara ... matlab ... aurat ka ... doodh chaahiye..." lifting her hand upwards to point in the general direction of her huge mammaries dangling heavily inside the confines of that coarse choli.
My cock twitched involuntarily inside my towel at this gesture of hers, but I maintained a straight face, and just grunted "Hmm..." I was enjoying making this woman squirm and she was now beginning to lose some of her self assuredness. Clearing her throat, she said to me hesitantly "Saheb ... mere paas to ... matlab ... mere shareer mein to ... doodh nahi hai ... par mein aapke liye uska ... uska intazaam kar sakit hoon..." looking at my face with an very apprensive look in her eyes. "Kya matlab tumhara..." I quipped, still maintaining a brusque tone. "Matlab yeh ki ... saheb ... main meri bahu ko ... usko bhej sakti hoon aapke paas ... uske paas ... matlab ... woh apne bacche ko doodh pilaati hai ... chalega kya, saheb?" she said in an almost imploring voice. My limp cock was by now threatening to stand at full attention, and even though I was aroused hugely by the thought of this mature 46-year old tribal woman offering to bring her daughter-in-law to me to 'feed' me, I refrained from accepting the offer. My fascination with womens' breasts had already resulted in Mayuri ben 'arranging' for the lactating Alka bhabhi for me, and I didn't want to open up any more opportunities along those lines, without first deciding whether I really liked it or not.
"Nahin ... rehne do ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." I said to her with a straight face, though my voice quivered slightly on account of the excitement that I was feeling. Alarmed, she pleaded "Saheb ... aap usko ek baar dekh to lo ... woh jawaan hai ... uski abhi ek saal pehle shaadi hui hai ... sirf 21 saal ki hai who ... dekhne mein bhi sundar hai who..." I shook my head in amazement. My lust, or rather depravity, was making me discover that the world hid many shocking secrets. Well, if a mother could shamelessly pimp her daughter, then it should not have been any surprise to know that this woman here was pimping her daughter-in-law. Gajra ben just stood there, with a pained expression on her face, biting on the tip of her ghunghat which she had pulled across her face now.
I decided I had played the heartless pervert charade for long enough, and let a slow smile come on my face. "Arre Gajra ben ... woh sab hum baad mein dekhenge ... pehle tum ... mujhe apni doodh ke tanki dikhaao..." I said with a lascivious grin. Hearing these words, first a look of confusion, and then a look of comprehension came across her face. Dropping the ghunghat which she was holding across her face, she folded her hands in a "namaste" of sorts, and said to me with a weak smile "Saheb ... woh to ... mera matlab ... main to aapke liye kabhi bhi haazir hoon ... aap sirf mere ko hukam deejiye ... main aapke liye sab kucch karoongi ... aakhir mera bhi to koi farz banta hai na..."
With those words, she came closer to me, and looking at my face with a totally submissive smile on her face, placed the palm of her rough calloused hand on my bare chest. She subtly pressed her bulging fat belly on my crotch, causing my boner which had by now created a tent inside my towel, to press against the soft flabby flesh of her belly. At the same instant, those huge mammaries of hers, which I was sure, were at least as big as Mayuri ben's 42-D melons, if not more, also pressed against the lower part of my chest through the coarse fabric of her choli.
Still looking me in the eye with a weak smile, she said softly "Aapne aapki Gajra maasi ke mammein chaahiye saheb ... to aapne pehle kyun nahi bataaya ... main to aapki daasi hoon ... yeh kya cheez hai saheb ... mera to pura ka pura shareer aapki seva ke liye haazir hai..." pressing her huge breasts to me further in the process. Standing this close to me, I could smell the rather unpleasant odour of milk and cow dung emanating from her body, something that was associated with all of these nomads. But the horny lecherous bastard that I was, rather than putting me off, the odour aroused me instead.
Still letting her fingers rest on the muscles of my chest, she hesitantly placed her other hand on my waist, and pulling me gently towards her, said in a whisper "Ghabraao mat, saheb..." Then, taking my right hand in hers, she placed it on those mountainous mounds of her breasts over the choli. Pressing my hand to her mammoth mammaries through the choli, she breathed "Lo na saheb ... dabaao isko..." the hint of a smile playing on her thick wide lips. My mouth went dry as my hands instinctively closed around the soft yet heavy flesh of her humongous breasts.
As she felt my fingers close around her tit flesh, she let out an exaggerated sigh, and throwing her head back slightly, closed her eyes. "Hai maa ... kitna acchha lag raha hai, saheb..." she said lustily. Looking down upon this mature 46-year old rabaari woman, I could not help but smile at how easily these rustic women could fake arousal. Not that I minded it one bit. A few weeks ago, I had nothing but my trusty old hand to service my cock, and today I had trouble fitting all these eagar beavers into my daily schedule.
Deciding to take matters into my own hand, I said to her with a laugh "Kya Gajra ben ... sirf dabaane doge ki kucch dikhaaoge bhi mujhe..." Hearing this, she too let out a throat chuckle and replied "Arre saheb ... bas aapke hukam ka intazaar kar rahi thhi ... dikhaaoongi bhi aur ... karwaaoongi bhi..." This mature rabaari woman was getting randier by the minute, and I had to take care of her quickly. With a smile, she stepped back, and reaching behind her back, undid one of the two cords that were tied across her back. As the knot came undone and cords came lose, she slipped her fingers under the hem of her choli, and in one swift motion pulled it upwards, baring those incredibly huge mammaries to my view.
My eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent breasts. To call them breasts would be an understatement. They were udders to say the least. Fairer in complexion than the rest of her sun-burnt body, those mature succulent mammary glands hung like a pair of ripe jackfruits on her broad chest. They were definitely looking bigger than Mayuri ben's tits, and I concluded that even though she would be also a D-cup, she was atleast a 44-D.
They did not sag as much as Mayuri ben's breasts did, and in spite of the huge girth of each jack fruit sized udder, bulged proudly on her chest. They were milky white in complexion, and hung on her chest slightly wide of each other, leaving a big crevice between them. Blue veins could be seen clearly under the milky skin of her mammary glands. However, her dark brown nipples and aereolas were in complete contrast to the milky whiteness of her breasts, and were relatively small in comparison. They were not the huge rubbery nipples and aereolas that I had seen on Kalpana aunty and Mayuri ben, but instead were small stubby ones. Therefore, if one were to only look at her tits in isolation, one would get the impression that they belonged to a much younger woman.
As she stood there smiling, wantonly holding her choli pulled up above those mammoth breasts of hers, she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes "Kaise lage, saheb ... pasand aaye aapko ... Mayuri maasi ki doodh ki taanki..." I laughed at her crude words, and replied with a laugh "Kya baat hai Gajra ben ... ekdum solid hai aapki tankiyaan to ... pakka inme doodh nahin hai..." She laughed throatily upon hearing that, and replied "Aazma kar dekh lo, saheb ... kya pataa ki shaayad aap kuchh nikaal paao..." walking towards me slowly, still holding her choli up, her bared breasts quivering ever so slightly with each step she took towards me.
Stopping inches away from me, she cupped both of her heavy hanging udders in her both her hands, and hefting them up as if offering them to me, said to me in a husky voice "Chhoo kar nahi dekhoge, Jignesh saheb..." Without waiting for anything more, I reached out in a flash, and grabbed hold of those proffered mammary glands. I cupped them from below and hefted them in my palm. Lifting them up, I let them rest in my palm, as if weighing them. I shook my hands to wobble them, and let them drop back on her chest and belly with a plop. "Hmm ... bahut bhaari hai ... mujhe to lag raha hai ki inme doodh zaroor hoga..." I said with a horny smile.
She laughed upon hearing that, and said "Ek hi tareeka hai pata lagaane ka, saheb ... choos ke dekh lo..." These raunchy words from this mature tribal lady turned me on immensely, and I squeezed her heavy milky tit flesh hard in response. Once again, she let out an exaggerated moan of "Aahh..." as she felt my fingers close around her tits. Throwing her head back, she grunted "Dabaao saheb ... dabaao ... aap jaise mast jawaan ladke se dabwaane mein bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her crude lascivious talk, and not to be outdone in that department by her, I responded "Dabwaane se zyaada mazaa mujh jaise jawaan ladke se chudwaane mein aayega, Gajra ben..."
Her eyes flew open upon hearing this, and she mellowed down considerably, for some strange reason. "Oh saheb ... yeh aapne kya keh diya ... aap mujh jaisi gawaar aurat ko chodoge ... aisa saubhaagya mere naseeb main aayega ... yeh maine kabhi nahi socha thha..." she said earnestly. Knowing how much of an act of arousal, she had put on till now, I wasn't sure if I could believe her. But as I looked into her eyes, it slowly became apparent to me that, she was absolutely serious about what she had said. It then occurred to me that perhaps that this poor peasant woman was only expecting me to fool around with her tits, and not actually fuck her.
She would have not possibly expected that someone of my stature (whatever my father had built) would condescend to actually have as intimate a sexual liaison with her as intercourse. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I noticed that she was still looking at my face intently. Dropping all pretensions of arrogance, I put my hand on her shoulder and said to her gently "Aisa mat bolo Gajra ben ... koi kissi ka maalik nahi hota ... sab haalat se mazboor hote hain..."
I was amazed at the philosophy I'd been able to conjure up on my own. Continuing, to gaze at her bared swollen breasts, which for some inexplicable reason, she was still baring to me by holding the choli up at her neck, I said to her "Hum duniya mein ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karein ... yehi is duniyaa ka usool hai ... mujhe aap jaisi aurat ki zaroorat hai ... meri zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye ... aur shaayad aapko bhi mujh jaise kisi ke zaroorat hai ... aapki zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye..." I finished.
She just looked at me dumbly, her mouth partly open, listening intently to each word I had uttered. I was beginning to feel rather foolish now. Here was a horny bastard like me, preaching some bull-shit philosophy to an illiterate peasant woman, who, of all things, was standing in front of me, baring her mammoth tits to me! I was half expecting her to laugh, but to my amazement, she had taken ever word uttered by me seriously.
Blinking her eyes rapidly a few times, she nodded her head dumbly again, and after a pause, said "Saheb ... aapne bilkul theek kaha ... kitne oonche vichaar hai aapke ... warna hum jaise gawaar logon ke baare mein kaun sochta hai..." I just shook my head dismissively, and said "Ab chhodo in sab baaton ko..." She too seemed to come out of her reverie, and shaking her head a few times, looked at me again and said "Saheb ... bataaiye main aapki kya zaroorat poori kar sakti hoon..." As she said this, she had moved closer to me, and dropping the choli which she was holding up, placed both her thick pudgy hands on my waist. Pressing her belly to my boner once again, she looked up into my face expectantly.

To Be Continued..

[Shubham]

I love story

[Heisenberg]

Part - 23

I just sighed, and pressed my crotch towards her belly harder. Still looking into my eyes, she slid her hand between us, and parting the towel at the front, took hold of my almost fully hard cock in her coarse calloused hands. As I felt her thick fingers close around my turgid cock, I reached out and slid my hand inside that old-fashioned rabaari choli of hers. "Oh saheb..." she whispered " ... aapka to khada ho gaya hai..." "Kya kare Gajra ben ... meri zaroorat to yahi hai..." I said to her.

She gave me a benign smile, and without a word knelt down on the floor. She quickly undid my towel, and let it fall on the floor. As my throbbing cock sprang out like an angry cobra, her jaw dropped, and she said in feigned awe "Hai re daiya ... Jignesh saheb ... aapka to kitna mota hai..." Taking hold of my cock in her calloused hand, she began to stroke it slowly in a practiced motion that made it very evident that this was something she did day in and day out. Looking up at me with a conspiratory smile, she crooned "Baap re Jignesh saheb ... itna mota lauda to maine kabhi nahi dekha hai ... aisa aujaar to kisi ladki ko bahut khush kar degaa..."
This rustic slut was now turning it on to me, and I chuckled inwardly hearing her singing peans about my rather average sized but reasonably thick cock. So what if she was feeding me all the bull shit I wanted to hear, all that mattered was that she was there infront of me on her knees, and worshipping my cock. She wet her lips deliberately, looking up at me all the time, even as she reached out with her other hand, and began to fondle and squeeze my swollen balls.
This was becoming too easy, I thought to myself, as I looked down upon this matronly 46-year old mammoth breasted rustic peasant woman on her knees, stroking my cock. Her coarse pallu had slipped off her head, and was resting on her shoulder, and I could see the streaks of grey in her hair at the parting in the middle. She was devoid of ornaments of any kind, except for a black thread around her neck, to which some sort of an amulet was tied. Her sparse hair was tied in a small bun at the back of her head.
As she continued to manipulate my cock with her fingers, I reached down and undid the other cord which was holding her choli tied together across her back. She smiled at me when I did that, and hunched her shoulders together, as if inviting me to slide my hand inside the cleavage which had now formed at the front of her chest. I had realized earlier that it was better if I kept these village women their place, lest they start to sit on my head. In a gruff voice, I said to her "Yeh choli utaar de, Gajra ben ... mujhe tumhaare mammein khule chaahiye..." A bit surprised at the tone of my voice, she said quickly "Haan, saheb ... ek minute..." She quickly, pulled the choli off her torso, and slid both her arms out of the long sleeves.
Dropping the choli on the floor, even as she was sitting on her knees on the floor, she looked up at me as if awaiting my next instruction. No matter how many times I looked at them, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her massive bulging udders. They hung on her chest like a pair of ripe jack fruits, waiting to be chopped off the tree trunk. And the fact that she had milky white skin made them all the more mouth watering. Even her bulging fat belly, which had at least two spare tires on them, with a deep crevice for the belly button, looked erotic to me.
Thrusting my hip forward towards her face, so that my throbbing manhood was now only inches away from her face, I said to her gruffly "Ab zara isko pyaar se chooso, Gajra ben..." "Ji haan, saheb..." she complied immediately, and without a word opened her thick lipped mouth to take my cock in. I took hold of my cock and moved it away from her face, causing her to miss her mark. She looked up at me in surprise, and then seeing the smile on my face, relaxed. She too smiled back, and opening her mouth again, tried to take it in again. Once again, I teased her by moving my cock away. This time, I took hold of my cock, and shaking it, slapped it against her face. Taking hold of her head by her hair, I slapped my hard cock on her cheeks, nose, and eyelids. She cooperated fully by holding her face up, and allowing me to do whatever I wanted; all the time maintaining a smile on her face.
Holding my cock up, I gestured towards my balls. Getting the hint, she bent her head slightly, and thrusting her tongue out began to lick my swollen hairy balls. "Aahh..." I groaned, as I felt her thick hot tongue run along my swollen scrotal sacks. Fisting my cock, I spread my legs wider, and placed my dangling balls over her open mouth. She immediately opened her mouth, and began to tongue and suck on my balls. If someone were to come into the kitchen now, it would have been a sight to behold.
I was standing buck naked in the kitchen holding my rigid cock, and feeding my swollen balls into the mouth of this lusty 46-year old rabaari woman, who was doing her best to lick and suck on my balls. Decinding to test my limits with her, I dragged a small stool which was lying nearby close to me with my feet, and put my right leg on that. Since my right leg was now bent at the knees, with a little forward movement of my hips, I was able to place the opening of my puckered arse hold right over her mouth. To my utter surprise, she continued to lick my balls without respite, and in a smooth motion, slid her tongue to the opening of my ass!
As I felt her tongue ream the small puckered opening of my arse, I felt a shudder go through my body, and my hands instinctively closed tighter around my thich shaft. Bending my knee a bit more, I pressed my ass to her mouth, urging her to tongue my ass deeper. She was up to the task, and without any hint of reluctance, began to lap my ass hole. Even though I had experienced Mayuri ben lick my ass once, this was for more erotic. It bordered on sadomasochism; my standing this way with my ass literally on top of her face.
With a groan, I moved myself away from her, and grabbing her head by the small bun of hair, thrust my erect cock towards her lips. She moaned indistinguishably, and immediately opened her mouth to take my cock inside. With one more guttural grunt, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. She let out a throaty "Ummfff..." as my cock slid into the depths of her mouth, till the swollen blood gorged tip of my cock touched the beginning of her larynx.
"Chooso Gajra ben ... choose mere laude ko..." I urged her in a rough guttural voice. She was only able to mumble something incoherent with my cock stuffed in her mouth, her lips stretched in the form of an 'O'. To her credit, she did not gag even once, and began to bob her head back and forth in a practiced motion, allowing my cock to slide in and out almost fully in her willing mouth. Reaching down, I roughly grabbed one of her massive udders and squeezed them roughly, rolling and pinching the small erect nipples with my fingers.
She too took hold of her other breast, and hefting it in her palms, began to knead and squeeze them, even as she continued to suck on my cock with gusto. Letting go off her dangling heavy breast, I grabbed hold of her head with both my hands, and began to fuck her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth wider, and began to let out rough guttural grunts of "Ummffhh ... ummfffhhh ... ummffhhh..." each time my rampant cock thrust into the back of her throat.
To her credit, the experienced cock sucker that she was, she did not gag even once, and took it all in. A couple of times I even pushed my cock into the hilt so that my balls were pressed to her lips, and held it there for a few seconds. She did not flinch even once, and except for taking in some deep breaths through her nostrils, and bobbing her adam's apple, she held my cock tight in her mouth, buried right up to her throat.
Not wanting to shoot my load right now, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock slid out with a plopping sound, she took in a couple of deep breaths, and looked up at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled at her, and caressed her rough face with my hand. She beamed at this gesture, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where some saliva had dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She shifted uncomfortably on her knees, transferring her weight from one knee to the other.
Feeling a wave of sympathy for this mature peasant woman, who probably had arthritic knees for all that I knew, I held her by her arms, and helped her up on her feet. As she stood up and straightened her knees, she grimaced with pain, confirming my doubts that she indeed did have troublesome knees. My cock was glistening with her saliva, and the tip was swollen crimson with blood. Pointing to the stool lying in the kitchen, I said to her "Aap us stool par baith jaao, Gajra ben ... aapko kam taqleef hogi waise..." Giving me a grateful smile, she ambled towards the stool and with a groan, plonked her fat ass on the stool.
Her mammoth dangling mammaries swung freely as she walked towards the stool and sat down. With a wry grin, she said to me "Kya kare saheb ... umar ho gayi hai ab..." referring to her breasts, as I looked at the way her humongous udders swung and shook. "Nahi ... mujhe bahut acchhe lage aapke yeh sthan..." I replied, walking up to her and fondling those simply massive mammaries. "Aapka pati bahut khushnaseeb aadmi hai ... woh to har roz inka mazaa leta hoga..." I said to her with a lascivious smile, rubbing my swollen slippery cock on the pillowy softness of her breasts.
She let out a pained laugh on hearing that, and taking my cock in her calloused pudgy hands, said "Arre saheb ... is umar mein mera marad thhode hi mujhme dilchaspi rakhega ... unko to jawaan ladkiyaan chaahiye ... woh to unki bahu ko chodna hi pasand karenge na..." as if it was the most natural thing in world to happen. "Hamaari umar ab gayi saheb..." she continued in a resigned tone " ... hamare bhaag mein ab sirf apni bahu ko uske sasur se chudwaate huey dekhna hi likha hai ... ab saath raha to sirf in ungliyo ka..." lifting her free hand and showing me those thick calloused fingers of hers.
This utterly crude nature of this conversation, coupled with the fact that this mature peasant lady, whom I had not noticed till yesterday, was today sitting here bare-breasted in my kitchen, and casually stroking my blood-gorged cock, made my head swim. Feeling my cock quiver in her hand, she smiled and looked up at me. "Is liye saheb ... jab aap jaise saheb log jub humko bolte hain ki ... ki aapko hum acchhe lagte hain ... to ... to hamaare dil ko bahut khushi hoti hai..." she said with some emotion. Shaking her head, as if to dismiss the depressing thoughts, she squeezed my cock, and fondling my balls with her other hand, said to me with a smile "Aap hukam karo, saheb ... kyaa seva kar sakti hun main aapki..."
Looking at her humungous quivering mass of tit flesh again, I was tempted to fuck her tits. "Mujhe aapke mammon ko chodna hai, Gajra ben..." I said to her in a husky voice. She beamed, and instinctively reaching to cup her mature heavy breasts, said brightly "Haan haan saheb ... jo chaaho aap..." With that, she let go off my cock and gurgling her throat, spat into her palm. Before I could react, she proceeded to rub her spit on to my cock in a completely professional manner.
I had never seen a woman do this, and my cock jerked again, when I saw that she spat some more into her palm, and rubbed the slippery saliva on the deep valley between her breasts. I'd seen Mayuri ben using Johnson & Johnson baby oil, but this was a revelation to me. Looking up at me with a smile as she sat on her butt on the stool, she said "Aao saheb..." hefting both of humongous mams with her hands towards me. Needing no further invitation, I moved forward and placed my throbbing cock in the deep crevice between her swollen blue-veined heavy hanging breasts.
"Bahu saras, dikra..." she whispered to me in her native tongue, as she wrapped those flabby milky breasts on either side of my slippery shaft. I arched my back to let me cock be fully buried in those mountainous mammaries, even as she straightened her back and turned all her attention to pumping her breasts up and down along the length of my rigid cock. When Mayuri ben had done this to me, it had been with me lying down, and her leaning forward on me. But this was a different experience altogether. She rolled her mountainous tits individually to create an unsymmetric movement of sorts around my cock, and her lips were pursed with all her attention focused on making it as pleasurable an experience for me as possible.
I just stood there with my back arched, and watched this slutty rabaari woman go about her task in earnest. She was beginning to breathe through her mouth now, and looking up at my eyes with a smile, as she pumped her fleshy jack fruit sized breasts on my cock, breathed in her native tongue "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." "Haa ... zor thhi karo, Gajra ben..." I said to her in the same tongue. "Haan saheb..." she said through her heavy breathing, and without a word took hold of my cock in her hands and slipped it into her mouth!
She bobbed her head back and forth with gusto, rolling her thick tongue all around my cock inside her mouth. Lubricating it thoroughly, she slipped it out of her mouth, and once again took it in between her breasts. Looking up at me with a smile again, she began to vigorously pump my cock with her juicy succulent breasts. My foreskin had slipped down completely by now, and the red blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock could be seen each time it slid up the crevice of her breasts, and came out from top.
Gasping through her breath, she urged me on by saying "Oh saheb ... baut thagda lauda hai aapka ... mera to dil khush ho gaya aapka lauda dekhkar ... geeli ho gayi ho mein isko chakhkar..." In the position that she was sitting on the stool, her elaborate rabaari-style ghaagra had slid up her knees, and I could see a portion of her massive white-skinned thighs. With lust coursing through every vein in my body, I grabbed her by her hair and said to her gruffly "Ab mujhe tumko chodna hai, Gajra ben ... abhi ... idhar hi..."
Hearing my words, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she said "Oh ... sach mein saheb ... aapko mujhe chodna hai..." as if not believing what I had said. I couldn't figure out why she was so surprised. "Haan..." I grunted. "Oh saheb..." she crooned, switching to that typical fake seducing tone of hers " ... haan ... zaroor..." With a groan, she clutched her pudgy knees, and stood up heavily from the stool. Turning around, she simply lifted her thick coarse ghaagra above her hips, baring her massive milky thighs and legs, and that impossibly huge flabby ass!
Holding her ghaagra clutched above her hips with one hand, she knelt forward and bent over, placing her other hand on the stool for support. Parting her massive flabby thighs, she quickly spat into the palm of her hand, and reaching under her pelvis between her spread thighs, rubbed her palm on her cunt, ostensibly to lubricate it. Clutching her ghaagra again, she turned her head sideways in that bent-over position, and said to be hoarsely "Haan saheb ... ab main taiyyaar hoon..."
As I looked at this 46-year old rustic peasant woman, stripped of her choli and her ghaagra lifted over her butt, those huge milky fleshy thighs parted at her feet, and those massive milky swollen mammaries dangling heavily from her chest, I squeezed my cock in anticipation. Her butt was so fleshy that she had dimples on both her humongous ass cheeks, and as she adjusted her feet to balance herself, those mammoth mammaries swung freely like a pair of ripe jack fruits hanging from a tree. I could see her thick puffy cunt lips from behind, covered as they were with a thick jungle of coarse black hair. These tribal women never wore panties, and all it took for them to get ready for a fuck was to just lift their ghaagras.
Moving up closer to her, I placed one hand on her wide fleshy butt, and reaching out with my other hand, felt her mature cunt. My fingers met with a thick bush of curly black hair, and as they navigated their way through the forest of pubic hair, they eventually came to the thick mature puffy lips of her sloppy wet pussy. She was wet alright; whether it was from arousal, or from the fact that she had rubbed her spit there, I couldn't know for sure. Either ways, I didn't care. As I pushed in two fingers into her cunt from behind, she twisted her head sideways, and groaned "Haii saheb ... aur der mat karo ... dekho main kitli geeli hoon..."
My fingers slid inside with little or no resistance, and it felt like I was dipping my finger inside a bowl of hot ghee. Her pussy was cavernous, and even after I shoved in three of my fingers, I felt like she could accommodate a lot more. I pumped my fingers vigorously in and out of her hot cunt a few times, causing her moan "Aaiii saheb ... jaldi se daalo aapke lund ko andar ... aise mat khilwaad karo apni Gajra maasi ke saath..." These rustic women were probably more used to their men mounting them straightaway with little or no foreplay, and that probably explained why she was not accustomed to someone fingering her pussy.
Not being able to hold on any longer, I took hold of my cock, and bending my knees slightly, shoved my swollen manhood into the depths of her mature wet cunt. As my cock slithered in easily, and my hips smacked against her massive fat ass, it felt as if I had dipped my cock in a vat of hot molten butter. "Oo maara waala..." she groaned, as my cock slid inside and my hips smacked against her butt.
Letting my cock remain buried inside her loose slimy cunt, I reached under her torso, and grabbed one of her humongous dangling udders. Squeezing them roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her, I began to buck my hips back and forth. Fucking her mature cunt felt as easy as ploughing a rain-soaked field. Even though I pulled out my cock almost fully each time before thrusting it back inside, I felt little or no resistance. It was as if she had a pair of tongues inside her cunt which were licking my cock as I thrust it in and out.
Once again, I rued the fact that my cock was not an 8 or 9 inch monster that could satisfy these heavily built women. But the actor that she was, she threw her head back and let out all the noises that men wanted to hear, groaning "Ooh, aaanhh, aannh ... haaiii ... chodo mane Jignesh saheb ... chodo mane zor thhi..." in that guttural native dialect of hers. I rotated my hips and thrust my cock into her forcefully, sending it spearing in at different angles, hoping that it would make some difference to this aged slut bent over in front of me.
Grabbing her voluminous fleshy milky white butt, I spread the ass cheeks wide, baring her arse-hole to me. As the puckered hold of her arse came to my view, I thought to myself that this was perhaps the hole more suited to my cock. Every inch of her flabby body, including those dangling jack fruit sized mammaries, her flabby belly, and the fleshy arms, wobbled and shook as I fucked her hard from behind.
I was desperate to cum now, and I knew that fucking her in this position was not going to make me ejaculate very soon. At the same time, I also wanted to see her face and body from the front while fucking her. Pulling out my cock from the depths of her cunt, I said to her gruffly "Gajra ben ... idhar platform par aa jaao ... mujhe aapko aage se chodna hai..." "Haan haan saheb ... jaise aap bolo..." she crooned, straightening from the stool and padding slowly towards the kitchen platform that I had pointed towards.
With her back towards the platform, she climbed on to the platform with difficulty. Leaning backwards on the kitchen platform, supporting herself with one hand behind her back, she once again pulled her ghaagra up, and spread her thighs for me. She bent her legs at the knees, and resting them on the platform, spread her thighs wide open for me. Rubbing her mature hairy cunt wantonly with her hand, she gave me a lascivious smile and hissed "Aao saheb ... chodo mujhko ... nikaal do aapke lund ki garmi mere andar..."
I moved up to her, and grabbing hold of those mountainous fleshy thighs of hers, positioned my cock at the thickly haired entrance of her mature cunt. With a grunt, I sent my cock spearing into her hot molten buttery cunt again. This time it felt much better. Since I was shoving my cock into her from the front, and from a slightly lower angle, it was going through from the upper portion of her pussy lips, just below where her clitoris would have been. The opening being narrower at this place, my cock met with relatively more resistance than when I was fucking her from behind. "Hhh..." I grunted, as I sent my rock hard cock spearing into her moist damp slithery cunt.
Her humongous heavy milky white dangling breasts, capped with those small stubby nipples and little aereolas jiggled and shook with each thrust of mine. Reaching out with my hand I grabbed one of them and mauled them mercilessly. She let out of a genuine hiss of pain when I did that. Clenching her teeth, she cried "Dikraa ... choose inko..." hefting one of her massive tits in her hand and thrusting them outward towards me. Leaning forward, even as I continued to fuck her relentlessly, I clamped my mouth on her proffered teat, and began to suck on them like a hungry child. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in as much of her luscious milky mammary flesh into my mouth as I could, and sucked on them greedily.
My tongue lashed her little stubby thick nipples, and my teeth occasionally bit on them. She moaned aloud, and grabbing my head by the hair, pushed my face deeper into her mammary mountains. In spite of her size, she had somehow managed to wrap her legs around my thrusting buttocks, and she pulled me deeper towards her. She was leaning back a lot more now on the platform, supporting herself with both her hands behind her fat ass, and was clenching her teeth, her eyes closed, and her head thrown back.
As I looked down at my cock pistoning in and out of her, I could see that the length of my cock was rubbing against her thick erect clitoris. Realizing that that was what was managing to stimulate this mature woman, I inserted my hand between out joined bodies, and began to rub her clitoris with my thumb, even as I continued to stroke my rampant cock in and out of her cavernous cunt. She groaned when I did that, and leaning back further on the platform, thrust her hip out, urging me to do it harder.
I was reaching the stage where I was going to cum any moment, and the way she was clenching her teeth and hissing through them, I could sense that this lusty woman was also about to get her orgasm. Due to her massively heavy body, she could not lift her hips off the platform, but she still managed to buck her ass on the platform, causing her flabby mature tits to shudder and wobble. She reached out to grab my hand which was stimulating her clitoris, and began to rub it vigorously, even as she let out a cry of "Oh maara waala..." and grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her humongous breasts.
Clamping my mouth again on her succulent mature breasts, I feasted on them, and simultaneously continued to ram her cunt with my cock, all the while rubbing her clitoris furiously with my thumb. My balls contacted as I felt my impending orgasm, and with a groan I pulled my cock out of her wet sloppy cunt. I doubted whether these rustic women followed any family planning programs, and it was unlikely that she had gotten any tubectomy done to prevent pregnancies.
She looked at me with surprise through her glazed eyes, and instinctively grabbed my blood gorged slick cock as it came out of her pussy. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as I replaced my cock with three of my fingers, and began to pump her cunt vigorously, my thumb stimulating her swollen clit simultaneously. She reciprocated by pumping my cock vigorously with her thick calloused hands, and with a grunt, I erupted.
My jism blasted out of the slit of my swollen cock head and landed in big slimy dollops on her huge flabby belly. A few drops even managed to reach as far as her huge tits. At about the same time, she let out a screeching sound and muttered something incomprehensible through clenched teeth, as she too incredibly orgasmed. A gush of warm sticky pussy juices coated my fingers completely, even as my truculent cock continued to jerk with a life of its own, and spat forth some more angry bursts of hot cum.
Exhausted, she collapsed on her back on the kitchen platform, her thick mountainous legs dangling down limp, even as I fell on top of her; my spent cock pressed against her flabby belly, and my face buried in her humongous mammaries. We lay there in that position for a few minutes, our breath labored, and chest heaving. I felt like I had just climbed Mt.Everest. I had never imagined I would be able to make this seasoned slut cum. Feeling her coarse hand caress my back, I got up.
As she pushed herself up heavily, still breathing heavily, there was a hugely satisfied look on her face. Clambering down from the platform, she came up to me and hugged me in a bear hug, mashing her mammaries to my chest. Reaching down to caress my limp wet cock with her hand, she breathed huskily "Ohh saheb ... aisa to bahut saalo ke baad kissi ne mujhe choda hai ... hai kya choda aapne saheb mujhko ... kitne saalo baad kissi ne chodke mera bhi paani nikaala hai ... aap to ekdum..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I just grinned proudly at her.
Suddenly, I became very self conscious and stooping down, picked up my towel to wrap it around my waist again. Seeing that, she too smiled wanly, and picking up her discarded back-less choli, put it on. "Zara meri choli ke gaanth ko baandh do na, saheb..." she requested with a smile, turning her back to me. I obliged by moving behind her and tying the knots of the two cords that held her choli together. Feeling uncomfortable with her suddenly, something that I usually felt immediately after fucking a woman, I headed to my bedroom. I returned to the kitchen, holding my wallet in my hand.
Extracting two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, I held it out to her, saying "Yeh rakh lo, Gajra ben ... ek mahina doodh dene ke paise main tumko advance mein hi de raha hoon..." Seeing the money, her eyes widened, and taking it from my hand reluctantly, she said "Par saheb ... yeh to ... yeh to bahut zyaada hai..." They charged about 15/- rupees a litre for milk those days, and even taking 2 litres daily, it only came to 600/- rupees a month. I smiled, and patting her hand said "Jaanta hoon ... lekin maine kahaa thha na ... hum sabko ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karna chaahiye ... aur kyunki mujhe ummeed hai ki tum meri zarooraton ko poora karoge ... isliye main tumko yeh extra paise de raha hoon..."
She beamed upon hearing this, and coming closer to me again, pressed her body to me. Sliding her thick hands inside my towel again, she fondled my limp cock and said with a knowing smile "Bahut bahut shukriya saheb ... main aapki sab zarooraton ko poora karoongi..." Another mature slut willing to service me, I thought to myself, realizing how similar this was to what the lusty Mayuri ben had told me. Money had this way of transforming people. On an instinct, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet and handing it to her, said "Aur yeh aaj jo aapne meri seva ki ... uske liye..."
Her happiness turned to joy on seeing that, and grabbing my hand she kissed it profusely. Before I could react, she bent down, and touched my feet in a gesture of respect, just as she had done at Radhika aunty's parlour, when I had agreed to hire for supplying milk. Absolutely uncomfortable with this kind of placation, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. She straightened and just looked at my eyes with a grateful expression on her face, her hands clutched together, holding the money I had just given her.
"Chalo ... ab aap jaao, Gajra ben ... mujhe ab nahaana hai..." I said to her. "Theek hai saheb..." she said sweetly, and proceeded towards where she had put her aluminium container of milk on the floor. As she bent down to pick up the heavy pot, I helped her lift it, and place it on her head, supported by a small ring woven out of hay. She smiled gratefully, and walked towards the door. I followed her to the door, with the intent of closing the door once she had left. She paused at the door, and turning towards me, said in an uncertain voice "Saheb ... main aapko ek baat poochhoon..." "Haan poochho..." I replied. Searching for words, she said "Saheb ... aapko aaj mazaa aaya?" I smiled, and asked "Haan ... aisa kyun poochh rahe ho?" "Nahin saheb ... mujhe ... mujhe pata hai ki ... ki ... meri ... meri choot ab bahut dheeli pad gayi hai ... to ... to aapko ... mazaa nahi aaya hoga..." she said hesitantly, looking at my face with a resigned smile on her face. "Nahi ... aisi koi baat nahin hai, Gajra ben..." I mumbled, clearly embarrassed now.
Walking up to me, with the milk pot still perched on her head, supported by one hand, she took my hand in hers with the other hand, and placing it on her massive bosom, she said softly "Saheb ... aapko meri kasam ... sach bataao ... mujhe kharaab nahi lagega..." looking me intently in the eye, with a warm smile on her face. "Hmm ... haan thhoda sa dheela to thha ... lekin mujhe mazaa aaya, Gajra ben..." I said to her awkwardly. She smiled knowingly upon hearing that, and pressing herself to me again, said to me in a whisper "Saheb ... kal ... main ... meri beti ko lekar aaoongi ... uska naam Hetal hai ... aur woh abhi 18 saal ki ho gayi hai..."
Stunned to hear what she was proposing, I could only manage to gape. "Aap usko ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... woh jawaan ladki hai ... agar aapko pasand aayi to hi aap usko apne paas rakhna ... nahin to main usko waapas bhej doongi..." she continued, in a voice eager to please me. Not knowing what to say to this incredibly perverted proposition she was putting in front of me, I just managed to mumble "Par..." Pressing my hand to her massive orbs through the choli again, she urged "Ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... pleazzz ... aur phir agar aap chaaho to main meri bahu ko bhi lekar aaungi ... woh to abhi doodh bhi pilaati hai apne bacche ko...", giving me a desperate to please smile.
My head was swimming with the incidents that were unfolding, and I somehow managed to mutter "Theek ... theek hai, Gajra ben ... main usse mil loonga kal..." She smiled brightly once I had agreed, and taking my hand towards her thick coarse lips, kissed them feverently. "Bas saheb ... bahut meherbaani aapki..." she said in a thick voice. "Ab main jaati hoon, saheb..." she said sweetly, and bending forward once again to make the gesture of touching my feet, walked out of the door. I closed the door, and collapsed on the sofa. Things were really getting out of hand now. I had seen Gajra ben's daughter, Hetal, a couple of times, and she was indeed a delectable piece of ass.
She was in the same mold as her mother, stocky and plump, and what one could not help but notice was the way she jutted her chest out when she walked. She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed to be type who was well aware of her assets, making sure she walked with her chest thrust out, certain cockiness to her demeanor. I was not sure what that girl did, but she usually hung around with that other servant girl, Rambha, whom I had met at Radhika aunty's parlor. I shook my head to clear the flood of thoughts, imagining what it would be like to strip her naked and fuck her. With that, I headed to the bathroom, for a much needed shower.
Just as I was done with my shower and was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Irritated, I swore under my breath. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing. Wrapping the white turkey towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was the two maid servants, Pushpa and Rani. Once again, I had almost forgotten that I had hired these two girls as domestic servants in my house. Clad that I was only in my towel, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that all the women in the vicinity had an uncanny knack of catching me at a time when I had nothing but the darned towel around me. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door.
The cocky 19-year old Pushpa stood there with a big smile on her face. Each day that I saw her, I was noticing that she was beginning to look better. Perhaps she was putting the money I was giving her to some good use, and ensuring that she was better groomed now. She was wearing the traditional village attire of her ghaagra, choli, and a blouse. By the looks of it, the outfit looked new. As she stood there in her trademark teasing pose, hip cocked to one side, one hand on the hip, she smiled at me brightly and said "Namaste saheb..." I just grunted something under my breath. On the other hand, the dark 21-year old Rani, stood submissively behind Pushpa, the pallu of her choli covering her head, and her hands clutched nervously in front of her.
Letting them in, I closed the door behind them. The flirtatious Pushpa made it a point to brush her body against me, as she came in. With a twirl of her embroidered dark brown ghaagra, she walked into the kitchen, instructing Rani "Tu bartan dhona shuru kar Rani ... tab tak main jhaadu pocchha karti hoon..." There were hardly any vessels in the kitchen, the only ones being the ones I had used to make tea in the morning after Gajra ben had left. Rani just gave me a tentative smile, and followed Pushpa into the kitchen silently.
Soon, Pushpa re-appeared from the kitchen carrying a broom and the dusting pan. As Rani was busy washing the utensils inside, Pushpa came up to me and asked with an endearing smile on her thin lips "Kya baat hai saheb ... aaj aap kucchh udaas lag rahe ho..." I was feeling drained after the strenuous session with Gajra ben in the morning, and just shook my head silently. Seeing no expression on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and touching me gently on my bare chest, she said softly "Boliye na saheb ... kya hua aapko aaj ... aapki tabiyat to theek hai na..." I looked at her face to see if she was genuinely concerned, or was just fooling with me.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that maybe this teenage village girl was not such a heartless bitch after all. Smiling, I pulled her towards me, and pressing her thin firm body to me, said to her "Kucch nahi hua Pushpa ... bas kal raat ko theek se soya nahi thha ... isliye thhoda thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing that, she brightened visibly, and said "Oh to yeh baat hai ... chaliye to aaj main aapko fresh kar doongi..." pressing herself to me even more. My tired cock managed to give a lurch under my thick turkey towel as I felt her slim young body press against me.
Girls had this amazing ability to play the motherly role given the first chance, and even this hot young servant girl was no exception. Running a finger teasingly along the muscles of my chest, she said "Pehle to aapko ek cup kadak chaai pilate hain ... aur uske baad hum aapko nehlaate hain..." her tone seductive, and a teasing smile playing on her thin angular face. "Par main nahaa chukka hoon..." I said. "To kya hua saheb ... ek aur baar nahaa leejiye ... paani ki to koi kami nahi hai na..." she said with a laugh " ... aur aapke saath hum dono bhi nahaa lenge..." she continued in a lower tone, her finger nails scbanging my nipples as she said that.
I just shook my head and said with a laugh "Chalo theek hai..." even as I cupped her small firm butt and squeezed them. She let out a little yelp of pleasure, and pulling herself away from me, called out to Rani "Arre Rani sun ... tu Jignesh saheb ke liye ek cup chai banaa ... tab tak mein apna kaam khatam karti hoon..." "Theek hai, Pushpa..." Rani responded from the kitchen. With that she bustled into the other rooms to begin her daily chore of dusting, sweeping, and mopping. As Pushpa disappeared into one of the 3 bedrooms in our house, I walked into the kitchen.
Rani was engrossed in boiling some tea on the stove. Sneaking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and hugged her. She gave a little squeal of fear, and dropped the spoon with which she was stirring the tea. "Oh saheb ... aapne to..." she said to me softly, flashing me a pleasant smile. "Chai hum teeno ke liye banaa rahi ho na, Rani?" I asked her gently, resting my chin on her shoulder. Today she was dressed in a yellow ghaagra & choli, with a matching blouse, that contrasted with her dark complexion. "Haan saheb ... mujhe yaad hai aapne parso kya kahaa thha..." she replied with a smile, turning her head sideways to look at me.
Her firm butt was pressed against my crotch, and as my hands played with taut flesh of her belly, she squirmed in my arms. Sliding my hands upwards, I cupped both her full ripe breasts in my hands. "Aaj tum bhi mere saath nahaaoge na, Rani..." I said softly into her ears. She hesitated for a moment, before replying shyly "Haan saheb ... jaisi aapki marzi ... waise Pushpa ne aapse jo kaha ... woh maine sun liya thha ... aaj woh aapko nehlaane waali hai ... isliye main..." leaving her sentence unfinished. "Kyun ... tum nahi nehlaana chaahti mujhe..." I asked her in a mock stern tone. She dropped her head, and replied in a low voice "Nahin saheb ... aapko shaayad uske saath ... nahaana hoga ... aur aap nahi chaahte honge ki main beech mein aaoon..."
Hearing that, I smiled at her, and teasing her nipples which could be felt through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse, said to her "Main to chaahoonga ki tum bhi mujhe nehlaao ... lekin agar tum agar nahi aana chaahti to ... to rehne do..." Hearing that, an alarmed expression came to her face, and twisting around in my arms to face me, she said hastily "Oh saheb ... aisa mat boliye ... agar aap kucch mujhse kahoge to main kabhi mana karoongi kya..." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at my face and looking at me with those big dark eyes of hers, smiled weakly. "Aap to jaante hain na saheb ... ki main to aapki seva karne ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hoon ... phir aap aisa kyun bolte ho saheb..." she continued in a hurt tone.
I let a warm smile come to my face upon hearing that, and kissing her forehead gently, said to her softly "Haan Rani ... main jaanta hoon ... isliye to tum mujhe itni acchhi lagti ho..." That seemed to please her immensely, and a loving smile came to her face. Hearing the soft chimes of Rani's anklets in the living room, I let go of Rani. She turned around quickly, and got busy pouring out the tea for me. I carried my tea to the living room, and settled on the couch to read the day's newspaper as the girls went about completing their chores. After they finished their work, both of them came into the living room and sat on the floor, resting their backs on the wall opposite the couch on which I was sitting, and sipped on their tea silently.
As I looked at these two girls sitting their on the floor, talking to each other in a low voice, I couldn't help but think about how the situation had changed. Only a couple of weeks, the best I could do was peep at them bathing in the backyard of Sarla bhabhi's house, and shag my cock. As they sipped on their tea, sitting cross-legged on the floor, I noticed both of them stealing glances at me intermittently. Pushpa would say something to Rani in a whisper and then giggle, while Rani would smile in embarrassment; both of them glancing at me as they chatted.
Throwing the paper aside, I got up and announced "Chalo ... ab nahaane chalte hain..." Getting these two girls to have a bath with me was something even my scheming mind hadn't thought of, and the more I thought about the prospects of sharing the bathroom with these two ripe young village girls, the more excited I got. Hearing me, Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and dragging Rani by the hand, said excitedly "Chal Rani utth..."
I headed to the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, and had recently been done up to my taste. I had convinced my father to fit a full-sized bath-tub, in addition to the usual plumbing work of mixers, diffusers, and a shower. The girls followed me to the bathroom, and as they saw the insides, Pushpa said excitedly "Arre waah saheb ... yeh to bilkul kisi mahal jaisa lagta hai ... kitna sundar sajaaya hai aapne is bathroom ko..." clasping her hands together in glee. The docile Rani also looked at my elaborately fitted bathroom in awe.
Opening the faucet that was meant for the tub, I quickly ran a bath, filling up the tub with lukewarm water by opening both the hot and cold water faucets simultaneously. As the water began to fill up in the tub, I poured in a liberal amount of bubble bath, making the falling water to bring up a good froth. The two girls just watched in wonder, as the tub filled up beautifully with soapy bubbles, aided as it was with the bubble bath that I had poured in.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 24

Clasping her hand to her mouth, the perky Pushpa exclaimed "Hai Rani ... dekh, dekh ... yeh to bilkul waisa ban gaya hai jaisa hum woh TV mein Lux saabun ke ad mein dekhte hain..." Turning to me excitedly, she gushed "Oh saheb ... mera to Sapna thha aise nahaana ... aapne to meri aas poori kar di..." I just grinned at them. The submissive Rani was also totally in awe looking at the bath tub filled with soapy bubbles, but all she managed to give me was a weak embarrassed smile. I guess she was still a trifle shy about sharing a bath with me.

Turning off the faucet, I turned to girls and said with a smile "Chalo ab yeh taiyyaar hai ... ab tum dono kapde utaar ke isme baith jaao..." Hearing this, Pushpa exclaimed "Oh nahi nahi saheb ... hum to aapko nehlaane aaye thhe ... aap pehle baithiye ... hum aapko nehlaayenge..." Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Nahin ... tumne yeh kabhi nahi dekha hai na ... isliye main chaahta hoon ki tum dono pehle isme nahaao ... uske baad main tum dono ke saath iske andar aa jaaoonga..." with a wink.
Pushpa beamed upon hearing this, but Rani just looked hesitantly at me. Seeing her reluctance, Pushpa piped "Kya tu sharma rahi hai Jignesh saheb ke saamne, Rani ... ab inse kya sharmaana ... ab jaldi se kapde utaar tu ... aur aa jaa iske andar..." "Agar tujhe nahin aana to jaa tu ... main to ghus rahi hoon iske andar..." she admonished Pushpa, and immediately began to remove the peach colored embroidered choli from her body. The visibly embarrassed Rani just looked at me questioningly, and I nodded to her, giving her my consent.
With that, she too began to slowly undo her bright red choli from where it was tucked into her yellow embroidered ghaagra, her eyes averting my gaze. By now, Pushpa had taken off her choli completely, and was opening the hooks of her blouse. My cock stiffened as I watched how she was undressing in front of me without any inhibition. Peeling off her thin blouse and dropping it on the floor, Pushpa pirouetted on the floor, clutching her flaring ghaagra, and purposely baring her small lemon sized teenage breasts to me.
After the mature humongous mammaries of Gajra ben that I had feasted on only a while back, the perky little firm young tits of Pushpa were a welcome change. Looking at my face with a teasing smile on her face, she cupped those stil developing teenage breasts of hers with her hands, and even pinched those tiny erect light brown colored nipples playfully; all the while looking at me with that trademark cock teasing smile of hers. The reluctant Rani was still standing there uncertainly in her yellow ghaagra and blouse, having only taken of her choli so far.
Turning to her with irritation, Pushpa ordered her "Arre tu kyaa kar rahi hai Rani ... itna der kyun laga rahi hai..." The incredibly shy and sexy dark-skinned Rani only managed an uncomfortable and shy smile. Shaking her head in exasperation, she exclaimed 'Tu Jignesh saheb ka time mat kharaab kar ... cha lab..." reaching out to undo the hooks of Rani's blouse on her own. Rani's ripe young breasts were bigger than Pushpa's and her thin yellow blouse struggled to contain her luscious mango-shaped tit flesh.
As Pushpa began to forcibly open the hooks of her blouse, Rani looked at me with a helpless expression in her eyes. Smiling, I walked up closer to her, and placing my hand on her waist, said to her gently "Haan ... ab utaar do apne kapde Rani..." Hearing this, she nodded her head, and with a weak smile on her face, managed to say "Haan saheb ... abhi utaarti hoon..." I smiled at her once again, and gently squeezed the taut flesh on the sides of her waist.
As Pushpa opened all the hooks of her blouse, and roughly yanked it off her arms, I was once again rewarded by the sight of those delicious young mango shaped breasts of hers. No matter how many times I saw them, I still couldn't help but get aroused at the sight of those full pointed dark breasts of hers, capped by those incredibly long and thick black nipples. My mouth watered at the sight of those delectable pair of tits.
As her breasts were bared, Pushpa giggled and playfully cupping them, fondled them, and said to me with a laugh "Dekho na Jignesh saheb ... kitne pyaare lag rahe hai na Rani ki chuchiyaan ... main isko hamesha bolti hoon ki mere itne bade kab honge..." referring to her own budding teenage lemon sized perky tits. Rani blushed violently when Pushpa did this, and before she could react, I moved behind her and cupping her firm young full breasts with my hands from behind, said to both of them "Haan, bahut khoobsoorat hai Rani ke..." As my fingers closed around her juicy tits, Rani shivered involuntarily, and her hands instinctively clutched my thighs.
Looking at Pushpa with a grin, I said to her "Chal tu ab nangi ho jaa, Pushpa ... Rani bhi ab nangi ho jaayegi ... hai na Rani?" I said to her in a tone that was more of a statement than a question. She just clutched her hands nervously in front of her, and managed to mutter 'Haan saheb..." "Oh haan saheb ... main to taras rahi hoon is chhote se talaab mein bathne ke liye..." Pushpa exclaimed, and started to undo the cord that was holding her ghaagra in place.
As her elaborate ghaagra dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them, and throwing back her single long braid of hair, cocked her hip to one side, and posed seductively in front of me. My semi hard cock which was in some way pressing against Rani's full curvy ass lurched at the sight of the slender teenage Pushpa standing completely naked in front of me.
Thin as she naturally was, she had the kind of slim body that many high-profile models would have died for. Her shoulders and hips were almost bony, even though her hips were beginning to flair into a womanly size at the waist. Her pert little breasts stood proudly on her chest, capped by those little light brown colored nubbins of her nipples. Her slender legs and rake thin thighs came together at her pelvis, where her lightly haired pussy rested in front of my eyes in all their naked glory.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I slid my hands down from Rani's breasts and began to undo the cord of her ghaagra too. She turned around to look at me, but otherwise cooperated fully. As the cord came loose, her heavy ghaagra fell to the floor in a heap around her ankles. Moving slightly away from her, I took in the sight of her naked body once again.
While Pushpa had an almost perfect teenage body, Rani's body had already begun to take the shape of womanhood. Her hips were larger than her shoulders, and her ass was full and ripe. However like many young women, whose bodies had almost fully developed, her thighs and legs were relatively thinner, though muscular. Her hair too was tied in a single long braid reaching up to the middle of her back, and was now hung in front of her across her left shoulder. As she stood there shyly, her hands clutched together in front her pussy in embarrassment; I reached out and gently pushed her towards the tub.
Pushpa immediately stepped into the tub, and as her feet entered the soapy bubbly water, she let out a little yelp "Aiii ... yeh paani to garam hai ... kitna accha lag raha hai..." Immediately sitting down on her butt in the tub so that her lower body was completely immersed in the frothy water she began to splash the water and bubbles around with her hands, like an excited kit. "He, hee, heee..." she giggled as she played with the bubbly water, and then looking at Rani, extended her arms out to her, exclaiming "Aaja Rani ... bahut mazaa aayega..."
Rani took her hands, and tentatively stepped into the tub. As she felt the warm water on the skin of her legs, she shivered inadvertently. Holding on to Rani's hands, she proceeded to sit down in the tub, letting out a soft sigh as her body was submerged in the warm soapy water almost up to her chest. Both the girls were sitting facing each other in the tub, and as both of them leant back against the walls of the tub, their juicy tits also disappeared under the soapy bubbly water.
While Rani let out another excited yelp, as she felt the warm water embrace her naked body, Rani just closed her eyes, and let out another sigh. I was sure none of these girls had ever experienced a bath this luxurious, and I felt a little sense of satisfaction, seeing them so happy. My cock however, which was at full mast by now, and creating a tent under my towel, reminded me of my true intentions. Dragging a small plastic stool that I used in the bath to occasionally sit on, I sat down beside the tub next to the two girls.
The young Pushpa was enjoying herself thoroughly in the tub, playfully splashing water on Rani, as Rani relaxed, and reciprocated by laughing and flecking some of the soapy foam on to Pushpa's face. The girls were sitting with their legs bent at the knees in front of them, and their torso was already covered with soapy bubbles and flecks of foam. Rani's juicy ripe mango shaped breasts shook gently in the water as she reached out to play in the water too. Pushpa scooped up some of the soapy suds and rubbing it on her naked breasts and belly, said to me laughing "Oh Jignesh saheb ... kitna mazaa aa raha hai... " even as she stretched out her legs in the tub and leaned back, caressing her body with her hands.
"Ooohh ... dekho saheb ... mere nipples kaise khade ho gaye hain..." she crooned, running her fingers in circles around her pert little breasts, and smiling at me suggestively. That aroused me immensely, and I resisted the impulse to reach out and grab her firm young teenage breasts. "Aur dekho saheb ... Rani ke bhi nipples kaise khade ho gaye hai..." she said laughing, pointing towards Rani. She was right. Those incredibly thick and long black nipples of Rani were also fully erect now, and my mouth watered as I gazed at them. Seeing me look at her breasts, Rani lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Arre Rani ... ab to tu sharmaana band kar..." chided Pushpa playfully " ... tu idhar aa ... aur mere paas baith..." opening her arms and beckoning Rani to come into her arms. Rani's face flushed and she shook her head, saying "Chal hat ... kyun sataa rahi hai tu mujhe..." Making a face, Pushpa turned towards me and cried "Saheb ... bolo na isko ... meri baat nahi sun rahi hai yeh..." Rani too was looking at me, her face flushed with embarrassment. I nodded my head, and with a smile said to her gently "Jaao na Rani uske paas ... woh to sift tumhaare saath khelna chaahti hai..." Hearing my instructions, Rani just gave me a weak smile, and nodded her head dumbly. Pushpa was sitting with her legs stretched out on either side of Rani, and as Rani slid forward in the tub towards her, Pushpa said "Arre aise nahi paagal ... tu us taraf mud jaa ... aur apni peeth meri taraf kar ke baith..."
Once again Rani looked at me hesitantly before complying to Pushpa. Sitting on her haunches, she twisted around in the tub and then sat down in it with her back towards Rani. "Ab aayi na tu line pe..." laughed Pushpa, as she grabbed Rani from behind and pulled her towards her. As Rani leaned back and rested herself against Pushpa's torso, Pushpa wrapped her hand around Rani and cupping her breasts and squeezing them playfully, said to me with a laugh "Ummhhh ... iski chuchiyaan kitni raseeli hai, saheb ... pata hai mujhe iski chuchiyon ke saath khelne main bada mazaa aata hai..."
To see two young teenage girls play with each other bodies had been one of my secret fantasies for a long time, and it was being played out in reality before my eyes today. My cock nodded its swollen head in approval, and the tip twitched against my towel. As Pushpa's hands closed around Rani's ripe fleshy pointed breasts, she cried out "Arrreee ... yeh kya kar rahi hai tu Pushpa ... chhodo mujhe..." squirming in Pushpa's hands and unsuccessfully trying to pull her hands away. Pushpa smiled at me from behind Rani's head, and winked at me. Deciding it was time for me to intervene.
Reaching out, I placed one hand gently on Rani's soapy wet shoulder, and said to her softly "Kyun ... kya hua Rani ... tum ab bhi mere saamne sharma rahe ho..." "Nahin saheb ... bas..." she began to say. I cut her off by saying "To phir kya baat hai ... tumhe yeh acchha nahi lag raha hai?" "Nahin saheb ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... main bas..." she managed to respond, her voice trailing off. "To kya, Rani ... bolo..." I said softly, still smiling, even as I slid my palm down from her shoulder and gently caressed her firm fleshy young breasts. Feeling my hand on her aroused body, Rani shivered involuntarily, and managed to whisper "Kucch nahi saheb..."
Pushpa beamed at me from behind Rani's head, and winked at me conspiratorially again. Dragging my stool closer to the two girls in the tub, I scooped up a handful of the soapy water and poured it over her proud ripe dark breasts. Placing my hand on her chest, I began to rub the soapy hand all over her breasts. She bit her lips, and closing her eyes, threw her head back against Pushpa's shoulders and clutched at Pushpa's legs. Pushpa too joined the act by scooping up soapy water and started to massage Rani's quivering young breasts with both her hands.
As both of us continued to massage and caress her chest and breasts, Rani let out a sigh and squirmed in Pushpa's arms. It was a most erotic moment for me, watching these two young rustic girls in my tub. Without any further delay, Pushpa let go off one of Rani's delectable breasts, and slid her right hand below to Rani's belly and pelvis under the water. With the soapy bubbles covering almost the entire surface of the water, I could not see what her hands were doing. Suddenly I saw Rani let out a small cry and jerk her body, and that's when I realized that Pushpa had probably slid her hand to Rani's pussy under the water.
Not wanting to scare of the extremely shy Rani, I shook my head in the negative at Pushpa, and smiled at her, conveying to her to go slow. She smiled and nodded her head, understanding what I meant. Picking up a bottle of shower gel from the nearby rack, I poured of it liberally over Rani's wet torso. Reaching forward to rub the gel onto her body, I asked her softly in a teasing tone "Tumhe koi itraaz to nahi hai na Rani ... agar main tumhaare badan pe saabun lagaaoon to..." "Saheb..." she began in an uncertain voice " ... hamaara kaam hai aapki seva karna ... yeh to mujhe or Pushpa ko karna chaahiye aapke liye ... par aap to..." her voice trailing off again.
"Koi baat nahi, Rani ... pehle main tumhe nehlaata hoon ... uske baad phir tum mujhe nehlaana ... theek hai" I said to her with a laugh. "Theek ... theek hai, saheb..." she mumbled in low voice. Hearing this, Pushpa chimed "Saheb ... aap sirf Rani ko nehlaaoge ... mujhe nahin..." her thin lips pouting. Laughing, I replied "Arre Rani ... tujhe bhi nehlaaoonga ... tu chinta mat kar..." reaching out to playfully pinch her small erect teenage nipple. She let out a small yelp as I pinched her nipple, and with a little giggle pressed my hand to her firm pert young breast.
Turning my attention to the dark 21-year old Rani, I leaned forward and began to massage the soapy gel on the whole of her torso, paying special attention to the squeezing and rubbing her ripe juicy mango-shaped breasts. As I was doing that, I also rolled her thick turgid nipples between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from her as she lay back against Pushpa's chest, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. Reaching down under the water, I also caressed her muscular thighs, my thumb grazing against the lips of her recently deflowered cunt.
She jerked as she felt my finger against her, and grabbed my fore arm. Deciding against fingering her now, I removed my hand from between her outstretched legs. I then instructed Pushpa to take some of the shower gel in her hands, and soap Rani's back. As Rani sat forward to allow Pushpa to soap her back, I sat back on the low stool and watched the two young teenage girls bathe each other. Reaching under my towel, I squeezed my hard throbbing cock, causing a small drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my swollen cock head.
Rani was sitting with her head bent forward, but Pushpa spotted me squeezing my cock, and gave me a seductive smile, a gleam of desire coming into her teasing eyes. I decided I had ignored Pushpa for long enough, and getting up from the stool, sat down at the head of the full-sized bath tub. Taking the bottle of shower gel, I poured some of it into my palm and began to apply it on Pushpa's thin bony shoulders. She giggled and snuggled her head to rest it against my fore arm. By now, Rani had turned herself around to face Pushpa once again, and moved to the other end of the tub.
As she sat their silently, her hands crossed in front of her, and her knees pulled up towards her chest, I gave her a friendly wink. She responded with a weak shy smile. Turning my attention back to Pushpa, I slid my hand down to her chest, and cupping her pert firm lemon-sized breasts, began to massage them in earnest. She let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure, and crooned "Ohh Jignesh saheb..." even as I my hands moved in a squeezing inward to outward motion on her perky tits, culminating in a squeeze of her tiny erect nubbins each time I squeezed her tits. Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning towards me, pressing her face against my fore arms.
I glanced at Rani, and saw that she was gazing at my hands on Pushpa's young teenage breasts in rapt attention. I also noticed that her right hand had slid down under the water, and I was sure she was involuntarily touching herself. My cock gave a jerk under the towel, as I realized that this frolicking in the tub was beginning to arouse the otherwise shy Rani too. Deciding to move forward, I supported Rani's back with my left hand, and quickly slid my right hand to her pussy.
As my fingers began to rub the wet slit of Pushpa's tight teenage cunt, she let out a soft cry of pleasure. Involuntarily she spread her outstretched thighs wider, and looked up towards my face with a hungry look on her face, as if urging me to take her there and then. Deciding to hold on for some more time, I teased the opening of her pussy a few more times, and then pulled out my hand from between her thighs. Turning my attention to her slender back, I poured some more of the shower gel on her back, and proceeded to vigorously rub her back.
Finishing, I extracted the hand-held shower from its hook on the wall, and proceeded to spray water all over Pushpa's body to wash away the soapy gel. "Oohh..." crooned Pushpa as she felt the spray of water splash fall on her body. Turning my attention to Rani, I beckoned to her to come closer towards me. As she slid forward in the tub, watching me with an expression of warmth in her eyes, I repeated the process of showering her body too, washing away the soapy foam created by the gel.
As I was replacing the hand-held shower in its hook, Rani surprised me by saying in a soft halting voice "Saheb ... ab ... ab aap bhi iske andar aa jaaiye na ... ab humko bhi ... mauka deejiye ... aapko ... aapko nehlaane ka..." "Haan, haan, saheb ... ab aap bhi aa jaao na... "piped in Pushpa in an excited tone. Needing no further invitation, I stood up from the stool and untied the thick white towel from my waist. As I dropped the towel on to rack near the basin, both girls automatically glanced at my cock. My faithful prick had not let me down, and stood to attention in all its glory, quivering slightly.
Pushpa's hands flew to her mouth as she gaped at my thick swollen hard cock, and she exclaimed "Ohhh Rani ... dekh to ... Jignesh saheb ka kitna bada hai..." The dusky Rani's eyes too were riveted to my quivering cock, and all she was able to muster was "Umm ... hnnhh..." Pushpa held out her hand to me, and said "Aaao saheb ... ab aur mat intazaar karwaao humse..." asking me to step into the tub in between them. Taking her hand, I stepped in the tub, and sat down in the soapy water with my back towards Rani. Leaning back, I rested my back against Rani's firm wet body; my legs outstretched in front me.
As I felt Rani's ripe juicy tits press into my back, I felt a shiver of desire course through my body. It was an amazing feeling to feel a young girl's wet nubile body against you when reclining in a luxurious bath tub. I had fantasized about this many a time, when I had lain in this tub, stroking my cock. Rani's womanly instincts took over as I settled against her, and cradling my head against her shoulder with her left hand for support, she placed her right hand on my chest and instinctively began to rub the warm soapy water on it.
I sighed with contentment, and closing my eyes, let myself relax in the sexy young Rani's arms; enjoying the feel of her wet soapy hands caressing my chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Pushpa was gazing at us with an expression that conveyed arousal and envy at the same time. It became evident to me by the look in her eyes, that she was jealous of the fact that I had chosen to sit in Rani's arms as opposed to hers. Deciding to appease her as well, I shifted my outstretched leg under the water.
Pushpa was sitting on the other end of the tub, and had drawn up her knees towards her chest, so as to accommodate my outstretched legs in the tub. I moved my right leg under the water towards her crotch, and smiling at her, began to rub the raised lips of her vagina with my toe. She gasped when she felt my toe nudge against her pussy lips under the water, and involuntarily grabbed my feet. I winked at her conspiratorially, and began to wiggle my toes against the wet slit of her tight young cunt.
This attention from me pleased her, and she responded by pushing her bent legs apart, and thrusting her hips downward under the water, in an attempt to press her cunt to my toe. Shifting imperceptibly under the water, she maneuvered her butt into a position where my toe had complete access to the wet pussy. Bending my leg at the knee slightly, I began to move my feet at the ankles, rubbing the gradually opening lips of her cunt. A shudder went through her body at this invasion of her young teenage pussy by my toe, and her hands clasped my feet again, urging them to rub her pussy harder. As she supported herself with her hands, and slid her butt further towards me, I felt my thick toe spread open the tight lips of her pussy, and slide inside. Her mouth flew open into an 'O' as she felt my thick toe enter her pussy.
Rani on the other hand, was gazing with love at my bare chest, as her hands continued to gently massage my muscular chest and belly. Looking up into her eyes, I took hold of her hand and guided it towards my hard cock which was gently swaying inside the soapy water. Her eyes fluttered and a soft breath escaped her parted lips, as her fingers closed around the girth of my thick cock underwater. "Saheb..." she whispered softly under her breath, as her wet fingers instinctively began to slide along the length of the rigid boner. I sat back contented against her in the chest deep water as her fingers began to manipulate my cock and swollen wrinkled balls.
It was the most amazing feelings to have a girl stroke your cock under the water, slick as it was with the soapy bubbles. Pushpa who had been watching us intently even as she my toe was inserted into her tight wet cunt, stiffened, and clutched the sides of the tub. Rani's dark muscular legs were wrapped around my waist even as she continued to stroke my cock in a slow gentle rhythm. I sighed and snuggled my head against her shoulders, causing those ripe pointed breasts of her to burn into my back. The water was beginning to get tepid now. I instructed Pushpa to remove the plug from the tub's drain outlet, which she executed immediately. As the soapy used water drained from the tub, I turned on the faucets feeding a mix of hot & cold water into the tub, washing away the soapy suds & cruds from the tub.
Once the tub was clean of all traces of soap, I instructed Pushpa to plug the drain of the tub again. The two girls watched intently, as the tub began to will up with crystal clear clean water. As I settled back against Rani's chest again, she cradled my head against her shoulder and began to wash all traces of soap from my body by scooping up water from the tub with her hands. I noticed her beckon Pushpa with her fingers, indicating to her that she should also start working on the cleansing the remaining parts of my body.
Pushap slid forward quickly in the tub, and sitting down on her knees began to rinse my leg & feet, vigorously rubbing the soap off it. Her playful teasing demeanour was gone, and she was foused on the job at hand completely, though her big eyes kept darting to my erect wet glistening cock from time to time. I slid myself sideways in the tub so that I could have a look at Rani's firm quivering breasts. Slipping my left arm around her back, I snuggled my face near her breasts. She immediately accommodated by cradling my neck at the crook of her arms.
She was gazing at me intently; her mouth parted in anticipation, as I licked my tongue involuntarily and took her dark gleaming glistening wet thick nippled mango shaped breast into my mouth. A soft hiss escaped her lips as I sucked her juicy young tits into my mouth, and her hand instinctively took hold of the hair at the back of my head. As I suckled on her young ripe breasts hungrily, I could fee the patch of wet crinkly pubic hair covering her vagina rub against the side of my waist. Flicking my tongue across that incredibly long and thick nipple, I clutched her harder at her supple waist.
Even as I continued to nibble and suck on her tits, through the corner of my eyes I noticed her beckon to Pushpa again. Pushpa slid forward in the water on her knees with alacrity, and took of hold of my swaying cock immersed in the water. As her slender bony fingers clamped around the thick girth of my cock, she began a practiced motion of pumping my cock. With her other hand, she reached under my cock, and cupping my swollen balls, began to fondle them simultaneously.
This was a dream come true for me; to be lying in the arms of one 21-year old dark skinned teenage maid in my tub, suckling on her ripe young breasts, even as my cock was being stroked by another 19-year old hot teenage maid. Pushpa's mouth was slightly agape, intent as she was on stroking my cock rapidly, creating frothy turbulence in the water. I was dying to have my cock sucked now. Disengaging myself from Rani's arms, I instructed Pushpa to remove the plug from the drain that was holding the water in the tub.
As Pushpa followed my instructions, I stood up in the tub; the water dripping off my naked body. I stepped out of the tub, and stood on the rug next to the tub. Both the girls were sitting on their knees in the tub now, looking at me expectantly as if awaiting my next command. My hard cock stood out proudly, swaying gently. Pushpa's mouth was still agape as she looked at my face, while Rani's eyes seemed riveted to my throbbing hard cock.
"Ab chooso mere lund ko..." I said huskily. Both of them reacted simultaneously, sliding forward in the tub to take my cock into their mouth. There was an awkward moment between the two of them when they realized I had said that to no one in particular. They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, and then looked up towards me, as if asking whom I wanted to suck on my cock. I just smiled enigmatically, enjoying their discomfiture.
Seeing no specific answer forthcoming from me, Rani nodded almost imperceptibly to Pushpa. Still on her knees, she took my wet hard cock ever so gently in her hand, and stroked it slowly. At a nod from her, Pushpa slid forward on her knees, and opening her thin lipped mouth, closed it around the tip of my cock. "Ahh..." I grunted; the warmth of her mouth in stark contrast to the cold that my wet cock was feeling so far.
This was a first for me. I had never had the opportunity to get it off with two girls at the same time. Rani's face was flushed with excitement as she slowly guided my hard throbbing manhood into Pushpa's mouth. As Pushpa slipped the swollen mushroom-shaped tip of my cock into her small petite mouth, she looked up at my eyes, as if seeking my approval. It is a hugely erotic sight to have a girl look into your eyes when she is sucking on your cock; more so when it is a teenager like Pushpa.
I smiled at her slowly, and nodded my appreciation. With that bit of encouragement from me, her eyes lit up, and with a soft moan, she began to run her tongue on my swollen cockhead that was stretching her thin lips to an 'O'. Rani was holding my thigh with one hand, while with her other hand she was gently stroking m cock even as Pushpa sucked on the tip like a Popsicle.
Rani looked up at me with those big dark eyes, a questioning look on her face, as if asking me if everything was OK. I nodded my head almost imperceptibly, and gave her a brief smile. Pushpa was getting into the groove now, and as she reached out to cup and fondle my swollen balls, she opened her already stretched mouth wider, and took my cock deeper into her mouth till it was almost touching the cavity of her throat.
She had progressed from just licking the swollen tip of my cock with the tongue to bobbing her head back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her slender, almost delicate, mouth. Rani looked at her intently, her lips slightly parted, and her face flushed with excitement, even as she continued to gently stroke my cock simultaneously with her thumb and forefinger.
Slipping my hard rod-like cock out of her mouth, Pushpa swallowed, and then said to Rani "Tu bhi choos na, Rani ... hum dono saath mein choosenge to Saheb ko bahut acchha lagega..." My cock lurched when I heard this cocky little 19-year old maid telling her friend that both of them should be sucking my cock simultaneously! As Rani looked up at me once again as if seeking my approval, I nodded my consent.
Both of them then brought their mouths close to my cock, and sticking their tongues out, began to lick along the sides of my swollen shaft. I placed my hands on their heads, and let out a soft groan of pleasure, as I felt the wet tongues of these two young village girls, working their magic on my cock. This was every man's fantasy being lived out by me. Overcome with lust now, I thrust my hips forward and began to rub my cock wantonly on their eager faces.
Grabbing my cock with my hand, I pumped it slowly, and grabbing Pushpa by her hair, thrust her face downward towards my swollen cum-filled balls. As Pushpa complied and began to run her tongue on the underside of my balls, I guided my cock towards Rani's mouth. She immediately opened her mouth, and took my cock in. Taking a deep breath, she allowed me to push my cock almost up to her throat, and began to suck on it in earnest, even as Pushpa continued to lick my balls.
Rani's full ripe young breasts were quivering as she moved her head back & forth on my shaft, and I felt those long thick nipples graze against my thighs. Reaching down, I clasped my hand over one of her delicious firm mango-shaped tits and squeezed roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth that was stuffed full of my cock. Hearing Rani's moan, Pushpa lifted her head from between my thighs where she had been licking & sucking on my balls. When she saw the way I was palming Rani's quivering tits, she flashed me one of her trademark teasing smiles.
And then, to my utter surprise, she lent forward towards Rani, and began to flick her tongue on Rani's breasts! Rani cried out in protest, and began to pull her mouth off my cock, vainly trying to push Pushpa away from her. But I held her by her hair, and keeping my cock pushed inside her mouth, shook my head conveying that I wanted her to continue. As Pushpa grabbed and squeezed Rani's ripe juicy breasts, and clamped her mouth on one of them to suck on it harder, she crooned "Ohh Jignesh saheb ... ummm ... Rani ki chuchiyaan kitni raseeli hai na ... umm isko choosne main kitna mazaa aata hai na..."
Hearing these incredibly erotic words coming from the cocky Pushpa's mouth, I felt an electric surge course through my body, and thrusting my cock deeper into Rani's mouth, grunted "Hnnhhh ... choos Rani ki chuchiyon ko Pushpa ... acchhe se chhoos..." I had never ever seen two girls pleasuring each other, and it had been one of my long standing fantasies to see that. As Pushpa clamped her mouth harder on Rani's delectably juicy breast, Rani let out another soft cry that was a strange mix of arousal and shame.
Alternating between sucking on Rani's breasts and biting her nipples, Pushpa slid her free hand between Rani's thighs, and cupped her young relatively unused vagina. As Pushpa began to rub her thinly haired cunt with her fingers, Rani's body jerked and she arched her back, inadvertently thrusting her hip outwards. "Ummmffff..." she cried out with her mouth full of my cock, as she felt her friend's fingers pry open the lips of her pussy, and begin to finger her furiously.
Her body began to squirm and struggle as Pushpa began to thrust her fingers into her cunt, but I held her in place by holding on to her head; my cock buried inside her mouth. Pushpa looked up at me and flashed me a seductive smile. Licking her lips wantonly, she cooed "Ooohhh ... dekho saheb ... kitni geeli ho gayi hai Rani ... aapke lund ko dekhkar..." I just laughed, and said "Kyun ... tu geeli nahi hui kya abhi tak..." Hearing this, Pushpa let out a giggle, and spreading her thighs even as she sat on her knees in the tub, thrust her other hand between those slender thighs of hers; even as she continued to finger Rani with the other hand. Sliding her thin middle finger into her young teenage cunt, she thrust her hips forward, and with an exaggerated moan, breathed "Ohh saheb ... main to kabse geeli hoon ... dekho..." pulling out her hand, and displaying the wet finger gleaming with her slimy pussy juices.
My cock lurched in Rani's warm mouth at this wanton gesture from Pushpa, and threatened to spew its load at that very moment. Pulling out my swollen red blood-gorged cock from Rani's willing mouth, I said huskily "Rani, ab main chaahta hoon ki tum Pushpa ki choot ko chaato..." A stunned look of disbelief came to Rani's face as she heard these words. Before she could react, I said "Kyun, koi taqleef hai kya tumhe..." "Uh ... nahi saheb ... nahi..." she managed to whisper, a look of fear clouding her face, fearing that she may have displeased me with her initial reluctance.
Pushpa too was stunned at this brazen request of mine, but managed a slow smile. Brightening, she giggled and said "Ohh saheb..." Feeling that I may have scared the submissive young Rani, I smiled at her and patting her head, said to her gently "Rani ... tujhe nahi karna to mat kar ... meri sirf khwaaish thhi ki main ek baar dekhoon ... do ladkiyon ko ek doosre ke shareer se khilwaad karte huey..." Before she could respond, I said candidly "Jabse maine tum dono ko nahaate huey dekha thha ... Sarla bhabhi ke ghar ke peecche ... aur dekha ki kis tarah Pushpa tumhe sataati thhi ... tumhari chuchiyon se khelkar ... tabse meri tamanna hai ki main tum dono ko saath main aisa sab karte huey dekhoon..."
Hearing my candid confession, Pushpa said brightly "Haan saheb ... kyun nahi ... Rani karegi ... main bhi karoongi ... aapki khushi ke liye hum kucchh bhi karenge ... kyun Rani..." giving Rani a look that threatened her with dire consequences if she refused. Hearing this, Rani too said in a meek voice "Haan ... haan saheb ... jo aap chaaho..." managing to give me a weak smile. I smiled my appreciation, and caressed her head gently. "Theek hai ... phir tum baahar niklo ... aur yahaan par baith jaao..." I said to Pushpa, pointing towards the side wall of the tub.
Both girls stood up together, their wet naked bodies gleaming, their long braid of hair hanging behind their back. Pushpa quickly sat on the side wall of the tub, and pushing her slender hips forward, spread her long thin legs forward. Spreading her legs, she caressed the inside of her thighs seductively, even as Rani knelt on the floor on her knees between Pushpa's outstretched thighs.
"Ooohh Rani ... jaldi se chaat na mujhe yahaan ... main bahut garam ho gay hoon..." hissed Pushpa, seductively rubbing the thin slit of her young teenage cunt. Her clean shaved cunt looked like a virgin one, and I couldn't help but admire how sexy this young teenage girl's slender body was. The docile Rani, her face flushed with embarrassment, looked up at me one more time, seeking my concurrence to go ahead.
Seeing me nod, she bent forward and parting Pushpa's slender bony thighs with her hands, placed her mouth at her tight little cunt. With a soft sigh, she parted the slender lips of Pushpa's pussy, baring the wet pink insides. Thrusting her tongue out, she began to lick at Pushpa's bared almost virgin pussy; at first awkwardly, and then with increasing assurance as she immersed herself into it.
Pushpa arched her back, and let out a slow prolonged moan of "Uuunnnhhhh..." as she felt Rani's tongue began to lick her cunt. Cupping her small lemon sized pert tits, and pinching those tiny nipples, she let out an exaggerated cry of "Ooohhhh saheb ... kitna acchha lag raha hai..." eying my rock hard cock in the process. Grabbing Rani by her head, she began to almost roughly push Rani's face into her young teenage pussy, urging her to suck harder.
Rani was on all fours now, her hands on the floor for support, her young small well rounded ass sticking out from behind, as she began to move her neck, and lick Pushpa's tight cunt with increasing ardor. Beside myself with lust at this incredibly erotic action being played out before my eyes, I moved closer to Pushpa's face, and fisting my cock, rubbed in on her face. She slid her head towards my swollen cock with alacrity, and grabbing hold of my cock, thrust it into her slender mouth. "Ummmm..." she moaned, as she took my rock hard cock into the depths of her mouth, and began to suck on it in earnest.
I watched with lust filled eyes, as Rani knelt between Pushpa's outstretched thighs on the floor, on all fours, her single long braid of thick black hair, hanging from one side of her face. Her ripe young full breasts, dangling freely now, shook as she lapped on Pushpa's cunt earnestly. With a grunt, I grabbed hold of Pushpa's braid of hair and wrapping it around my palm, roughly thrust her head towards my cock.
Pushpa gagged once, as she felt the swollen tip of my cock assault the small cavity of her throat, but adjusted quickly by swallowing, and moving her head back and forth on my wet slimy cock. In response, I reached down with my other hand, and cupping Pushpa's pert firm tits with my hand, squeezed them roughly. My cock was nearing its bursting point now, and my entire body shivered as I watched the dark skinned young Rani on all fours on the floor, licking Pushpa's teenage pussy, even as I held Pushpa by the braid of her long hair and fucked her mouth with my rampant cock.
Rani was now completely immersed in sucking on Pushpa's pussy, and as Pushpa stretched out her legs taut and grabbed Rani by her hair, thrusting her hips towards Rani's warm mouth, I pulled my cock out of Pushpa's painfully stretched mouth. Watching them, I walked up to the cabinet in my bathroom and pulled out a packet of comfortable Durex condoms that I kept there for precisely these kinds of chance encounters. Extracting a condom from the pack, I deftly pulled it on my swollen blood-gorged cock.
Pushpa watched me lustily as I tugged the condom into place; even as Rani continued to pleasure her young wet pussy with her tongue. Kneeling down on the floor behind Rani's protruding buttocks, with my knees resting on the thick rug on the floor, I placed my hand gently on Rani's dark round ass. "Rani..." I whispered to her hoarsely even as she turned around to look at me anxiously " ... ab main tumhe chodna chaahta hoon..." She nodded her head silently, an expression of arousal and apprehension on her face. Parting her knees which were resting on the floor, she bent forward again submissively, thereby jutting out her butt towards my swaying cock.
Clutching on Pushpa's slender thighs for support, she turned around to look at me again, conveying her readiness. Clutching my condom-sheathed cock in my hand, I placed it at the opening of her trimmed vagina from behind, and rubbed it along the lips of her dark slit. I teased the wet lips of her 21-year old pussy with the tip of my cock, causing her to butt to quiver. With a groan, I slid my hard cock into her waiting pussy from behind.
She let out a muffled cry of pain mixed with pleasure, and clutching Pushpa's thighs harder, buried her face in between Pushpa's outstretched thighs. Since I was wearing a condom, I couldn't feel how wet she was, but the ease with which my cock slid into her young tight pussy confirmed the fact that she was fully wet. I let my cock stay embedded in her cunt for a few moments, and looked at Pushpa. Pushpa was staring at me with her mouth parted, her face flushed with arousal, and her breath coming in short gasps, as she watched me getting ready to fuck her friend from behind.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 25

Placing my hands on Rani's slender hips, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her incredibly juicy pussy. Like I had said earlier, Rani's had to be the best pussy I had fucked so far. They seemed to have a life of their own, and it felt just right on my cock; neither too tight, nor too loose. As I began to increase the tempo of thrusting my cock into her wet cunt from behind, Rani let out a soft moan, and clutched at Pushpa's thighs harder. Seeing this, Pushpa wet her lips involuntarily, and grabbing Rani's head, pushed it towards her tight young teenage cunt again.

As I began to thrust into Rani harder, her face was driven more and more into Pushpa's virgin-like cunt. Gazing at me with lust filled eyes, Pushpa breathed huskily "Chodo usko saheb ... zor se chodo Rani ko... "all the while bucking her hips and trying to push more of her cunt into Rani's face. Hearing this cocky teenage girl urging me to fuck her 21-year old friend turned me on immensely, and taking a firm hold of Rani's quivering hips, I began to ram my cock into her vigorously.
My knees were beginning to singe from the continued scbanging against the thick rug, and it was beginning to get distinctly uncomfortable for me. With a groan, I pulled my cock out of Rani's warm cunt and stood up. Pulling Rani up by her waist, I made her to stand on her feet and bend forward, her legs spread wide apart. She bent forward willingly, thrusting her firm round dark ass towards me, and supported herself my holding on to the side wall of the bathing tub.
Pushpa too stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the tub, and watched us intently. Positioning my cock at the opening of her juicy wet slit, I rammed it in once again. This time, Rani let out a louder moan, and buried her face in her shoulders. Her long braid of dark curly hair hung down her shoulder, and swung with each thrust of my rampant cock. Pushpa was still watching us with lust evident in her eyes, and then to my amazement raised her right left leg and placed it on the little flat surface at the foot of the tub.
Her mouth agape with arousal, she began to rub her hairless pussy with her fingers, and eventually slid her middle finger into her tight young pussy. Watching this slender 19-year old teenage servant girl fingering herself so shamelessly in front of me, even as I fucked her 21-year old friend from behind, turned me on immensely; and I began to fuck Rani harder.
Rani's ripe young body shuddered each time my hips smacked against her butt, even as Pushpa arched slender petite body, her mouth agape, sliding her middle finger in and out of her tight cunt wantonly. Rani was beginning to cry out in soft silent gasps now, and I could feel her tight juicy cunt contract & expand around my hard condom-clad cock. And then suddenly, without warning, she let out a prolonged moan, the cry muffled by her mouth buried in her shoulders, and her body began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Aaaiiiieeee..." She cried through clenched teeth, and threw her had back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her tight young cunt clutched violently at my cock, threatening to cause it to explode, and she collapsed on the edge of the tub, her face buried in her fore-arms. Her body continued to spasm and jerk, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Not able to withstand the contractions of her juicy young vagina any more, I pulled my cock out of her cunt quickly. Her knees buckled and she collapsed on her side limply, her torso against the side wall of the tub. Seeing her spent condition, I knelt down beside her, and holding her by her shoulder, pulled her towards me. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth agape as she took in deep lungfuls of breath. As her head fell limply towards my chest, I cradled it in my arms and held her against me. The perky Pushpa to came towards us, and smiling at me seductively, whispered "Saheb ... usko paani chhoot gaya..." I smiled to myself, and felt a feeling of warmth course through me as I looked at the young 21-year old newly married dark skinned Rani, lying so helplessly in my arms.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a strange expression of satisfaction and guilt. As she saw me supporting her by her back, her torso cradled against my chest, she whispered "Saheb ... main..." leaving the sentence unfinished, not knowing what to say. I just smiled at her warmly. Turning her gaze to my still erect cock, the condom stretched taut along the length of it, she reached out to touch it gently. "Saheb ... aapko to ... abhi bhi..." she said to me in a low whisper, an almost guilty look on her face conveying the guilt she was feeling at having come before I did.
Closing her fingers gently around the thick swollen girth of my cock, she looked at Pushpa and said softly "Pushpa ... tu..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I could make out that she was telling Pushpa to take care of my cock now; and that was exactly what I was saving my cock for. I wanted to satisfy my male ego by making these two young girls cum before I did. Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and looked at my face with a look that was asking "So how would you like to fuck me, sir?"
Without a word, I stood up and went and sat down on the western style wall-mounted closet. I then beckoned to Pushpa to come towards me. As the thin naked teenage Pushpa walked towards me swaying her slender hips seductively, I took hold of my cock and pumped it a few times. "Aaja ... baith ja, Pushpa..." I said to her hoarsely, indicating that I wanted her to sit on my cock. Her thin bony chest heaving, those small perky lemon-sized tits shivering ever so slightly, the slender 19-year old Pushpa placed her hands on my shoulder, and swung her legs across my thighs.
Looking down at her crotch, she straddled my thighs and gently lowered herself. I held my cock upright, and guided it towards the thin slit of her hairless pussy. As the thick swollent tip of my hard cock touched her pussy lips, she clamped her lips and looked at me with arousal. Screwing her eyes shut, she pushed herself down slowly, causing my cock to go up her tight cunt. I grimaced as I felt her tight almost virgin cunt clamp on my throbbing cock, pushing my foreskin inside the condom down. "Issssss..." she hissed through clenched teeth, as she felt my thick cock spread the insides of her tight cunt. With a final grunt, she thrust herself down, screwing her eyes shut again and letting out a soft cry of "Uuuunnnhhhh..." as she impaled herself fully on my cock.
She held herself in that position for a few moments, taking deep breaths and adjusting to the feeling of having my relatively thick 7" cock buried inside her young teenage cunt. Then taking hold of my shoulders again, and supporting herself on her feet which were resting on the floor on either side of my legs, she began to raise & lower herself on my cock. "Aiieee maaaa..." she moaned as she kept her eyes screwed shut, and began to slide her tight wet cunt up and down on my hard as a rod cock.
Rani, who had been watching all this intently, sitting on the floor, stood up and came towards us. With a look of concern at Pushpa, seeing her struggling to adjust to the thickness of my cock, she placed one arm around Pushpa's shoulder, and with the other began to caress her small petite teenage breasts. By now, I had taken hold of Pushpa by her slender bony waist, and was heping her rise and fall on my cock. Her long braid of hair was hanging in front of her over her left shoulder, and with each downward thrust, the tip of her braided hair tickled my muscular thighs.
Watching the sexy dark skinned Rani trying to comfort the thin slender Pushpa by caressing her perky lemon sized tits, I was seized with lust. Looking at Rani, I beckoned to her with a nod of my head. As she came closer towards my face, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her roughly towards me, her quivering ripe fully developed breasts only inches from my face. Opening my mouth, I clamped it around one of her delectable juicy mango-shaped breasts, relishing the feel of her thick elongated nipples in my mouth.
She too let out a soft sigh, and caressing my head, fed me her tits in an almost motherly manner. As the slender Pushpa rode my cock, her head thrown back and her mouth agape, her small perky breasts jiggling with each downward thrust, I sucked earnestly on the luscious Rani's ripe breasts. This is heaven, I thought to myself. My balls were beginning to ache as Pushpa increased the tempo of lifting & lowering herself on my steely cock, and I was aching to cum.
Pushpa grabbed my head suddenly, and pulling my face away from where they were cradled against Rani's breasts, pushed it towards her perky little tits. I figured that she wanted me to pleasure her breasts too, even as she continued to ride my cock. With a groan, I clamped my mouth around Pushpa's firm perky young breast, and began to suck on her thin still developing little nipples. She let out a husky cry, and grabbed at my hair, pushing my face deeper into the mounds on her chest. As I let my teeth scbang against her tiny nipples, I felt her entire body shiver and shudder, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.
With a screeching cry of "Saheeeeeebbb..." she began to thrust herself down on my cock harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust. Soon I began to feel her tight cunt contract & spasm around my ravaging member, as a full fledged orgasm hit her. "Aiiiieeee..." she almost screamed, as she came again and again, that single long braid of her hair swinging widly as she threw her head from side to side.
That was all I needed, and with a loud deep grunt, my cock erupted. My thick boiling sperm shot out of my cock, and quickly filled the tip of the condom. I grabbed Pushpa by her slender waist, and thrust my hips upwards, holding her firmly in position, even as she squired and and struggled in my arms, her orgasm taking control of her body. I felt burst after burst of my hot jism shoot out of my cock and splash against the walls of the small sac at the tip of the cock.
Spent, Pushpa fell against me limply; her head resting on my shoulder and her tiny heaving breasts mashed against my chest. I caressed her bondy back gently, and held her like that for a few moments till she regained her breath. Rani was also continuously caressing my back, and cradling my head in turn, against her firm ripe breasts. Placing my hand on one of her round firm dark butt cheeks, I squeezed them and smiled at her. She responded my giving me a warm loving smile of her own.
Pushpa then slowly extracted herself from my lap, and standing limply in front of me said through heavy breaths "Saheb ... bahut ... bahut acchha laga..." I laughed, and patted her on her small derriere, squeezing them playfully. With that, I headed to the tub again, and showered myself to wash off the sweat that I had managed to work up. Finishing, I said to them "Ab tum dono bhi acchhe se naha lo..." instructing them to use the toiletries they needed.
"Aur nahaane ke baad, tum dono yeh body lotion zaroor laga lena..." I instructed them, handing the two girls a jar of moisturizing lotion that I had given to Rani earlier. With that, I walked out of the bathroom, toweling myself dry. Once the girls finished their bath, and came out, I gave both of them 500/- rupees each, saying "Yeh aaj ke liye..." Both of them took the money gratefully from my hand and tucked it into their blouse. After saying goodbyes to me, they left.
Two back-to-back fucks in the morning itself had left me exhausted. I contemplated going for a jog but I was just too tired for it. Not having anything else to do, I switched on the TV and slumped on the couch to watch the live telecast of a boring test match between Sri Lanka and West Indies. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep on the couch. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. It took me a few minutes to realize what the source of the sound was.
I had been dreaming of some building on fire, and me running helter skelter, the clanging of the fire engines ringing in my ears. Groggily I picked up the phone. "Arre Jignesh beta ... kahaan ho tum ... main kab se tumhaare ghar par phone kar rahi hoon..." said a sweet sing song voice on the other end of the line. "Uhh ... kaun..." I managed to mutter, not able to place the voice at all. "Oh beta ... so rahe thhe kyaa ... main Radhika aunty bol rahi hoon..." spoke the voice from the other end. "Oh aunty ... haan ... sorry ... main..." I mumbled incoherently.
"Acchha ... sorry beta ... maine socha ki shaayad tum bhool gaye ki aaj tum yahaan aane waale thhe ... isliye main phone kar rahi thhi ... in fact, agar tum phone nahi uthaate to main kisi ko bhejne waali thhi tumhar ghar par ... yeh dekhne ke liye ki tum ghar par ho ya nahi..." she explained. "Umm aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... bas thhodi der ke liye aankh lag gayi thhi ... main aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." I said. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 3:30 pm in the afternoon. I had slept for nearly 3 hours, and was still feeling sleepy.
Concerned, Radhika aunty asked "Kya huaa beta ... tumhaari tabiyat to thheek hai na..." "Haan aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... kal raat ko soya nahi thha ... bas isliye bahut neend aa rahi hai..." I replied, my eyes still threatening to close at any moment. Pausing for a moment, I said "Aunty, agar aapko aitraaz na ho to ... to main kal aaoon aapke yahaan ... aaj main bahut thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing this, she paused for a minute, before saying in a disappointed tone "Theek hai beta ... phir to main zor nahin karoongi ... tum so jaao ... main kal tumhaara intazaar karoongi..." Mumbling a thank you to her, I hung up the phone.
Collapsing back on the couch, I was asleep again in no time. Once again I was rudely awakened by a shrill ringing sound. Cursing, I picked up the phone again, only to realize that it was not the phone, but the bell of our house that was ringing. I was wearing only my boxers and a crew neck vest, and muttering under my breath, I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was the 36-year old Punjabi housewife, Radhika aunty. I scratched my head and cursed under my breath wondering why she was here, when I had spoken to her only a few minutes back.
Any other day, I would have been thrilled to see her at my door, but today exhausted and sleepy as I was, I was in no mood to meet her. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door. "Sorry beta ... maine tumhe disturb to nahin kiya na..." she began, with a concerned look on her plump made-up face. "Nahin aunty ... aaiye na andar..." I said to her with forced politeness, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in. I didn't want any of the neighbours to spot her at my door.
As I closed the door, she turned aside and said to me in an apologetic voice "Beta ... mujhe badi chinta ho gayi thhi tumhaare baare main ... isliye main daudi chali aayi ... phone par tumhaari aawaaz sunkar mujhe laga ki shaayad tumhaar tabiyat theek nahi hai..." "Arre aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... maine aapse kaha na ... main bas so raha thha ... aur bahut thak gaya hoon..." I said to her, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Par beta..." she protested, and then as if changing her mind, just said "Oh..." She seemed a little offended at my tone, and to placate her, I smiled at her warmly, and taking her hand in mine, led her to the couch. "Oh aunty ... aap zara baithiye to sahi ... main aapke liye sharbat lekar aata hoon..." I said to her sweetly. Some of the hurt on her face vanished upon hearing these words, and she smiled at me, albeit hesitatingly.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but think how truly desirable this woman was. I always had a thing for married full-bodied Punjabi women, and Radhika aunty was no exception. Though she was not as fair as some Punjabi women, she was gifted with that typical north Indian heavy body. With adequate 36-C breasts, as I estimated, a plump round face with red lipstick adorning her thick luscious lips, she looked good enough to eat. Today too, she was dressed in a red & black chiffon saree, with a matching red sleeveless blouse.
Her plump arms looked really sexy in the sleeveless blouse, accentuated by that array of red & white glass bangles she wore on both hands; the type usually worn by newly married Punjabi girls. Her long black hair was tied in a single long braid that reached up to her full wide hips. Mascara lined her eyes, and her face was made up using the ubiquitous Compact; her prominent cheekbones highlighted with rouge. At first sight, one would think that she was ready to go for a party; but having seen her for many years now, I knew that this was how she always dressed.
As I returned to the living room carrying a chilled glass of Rooh Afza, she smiled at me brightly and said in her sing song voice "Oh beta ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Mopping her brow, where a few drops of sweat had formed, she took the glass from the tray. As she sipped on the cool drink, I sat down by her side on the couch. Finishing the drink, she placed the glass on the teapoy, and turning to me said "Beta ... main tumhe sach bataaoon ... mujhe phone par tumhaari baaton se aisa laga ki shaayad tum aunty se kissi baat par naraaz ho ... shaayad tumhe kal aunty ke parlour par mazaa nahi aaya ... isliye main tumse milne ke liye chali aayi..." in a tone that was guilty as well as apologetic. Clutching my forehead, I exclaimed "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." and placed my palm on her thigh.
Before I could say anything else, she placed her hand on mine and continued "Beta ... sach bol rahi hoon ... pata nahi mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai ki ... shaayad Seema ne kal tumhaara mood kharaab kar diya ... is liye shaayad tum aunty ke paas aana nahi chaahte ho..." I shook my head in exasperation, and said "Aunty ... main aapko kaise samjhaaoon ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... mujhe bahut mazaa aaya kal ... aur phir main to intazaar kar raha hoon ki kab aapke wahaan dubaara aaoon ... bas aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." She nodded her head in understanding. "Kal raat bhar main TV dekh raha thha ... aur phir subah jab maine apna exercise bhi kar liya ... to phir main bahut thhak gaya..." I said by way of explanation, wondering if she had any idea what was the kind of 'exercise' I was referring to.
She nodded her head in understanding, and giving me one of her incredibly seductive smiles, said "Beta ... kal tum zaroor aana ... aunty tumhe kal apne haathho se massage karengi..." I smiled at her in return, a pretentious shy look on my face. Raising both her arms, she said to me "Chalo phir issi baat par aunty se ek baar gale to lago beta..." the same seductive smile on her lips. I blushed, and reached out to embrace her. Since I was sitting next to her on the couch, it was a bit awkward to hug her. But all the same, as I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her firm mature breasts under the elaborate saree press against my chest.
She held on to me for a minute, and then running her hands along my muscular biceps, said in my ear "Itni exercise karke body to banaa rahe ho beta ... par thhoda sa dum aunty ke liye bhi bacha ke rakhna..." I laughed heartily upon hearing that, and squeezing her bare fleshy arm in return, said to her "Isi liye to aaj aane se mana kar raha thha ... mere battery jab full charge par ho ... tab aana chaahta hoon main..." She too laughed upon hearing this, and hugged me tighter, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and inhaled the musky aroma of some expensive perfume that she was wearing.
Disengaging herself from my arms, she stood up, and adjusting her saree said to me "Beta ... ab main chalti hoon ... parlour main un ladkiyon ke bharose zyaada der nahi chhod sakti..." As I also stood up, she came closer to me, and placing her palm on my well muscled chest, said to me huskily "Beta ... kal zaroor aana ... aunty intazaar karengi tumhaara..." letting her fingers trace a line down my chest. On an impulse, I placed both my hands on her heavy firm butt, and pulling her towards me so that my crotch was pressed to her belly
"Zaroor aunty ... mujhe bhi kal ka hi intazaar hai..." My limp cock, though not erect, had filled up somewhat, and as she felt the lump in my boxers against her, she looked into my eyes, and whispered "Waise to mujhe tum aaj bhi taiyyar hi lag rahe ho..." intentionally grinding her pelvis to mine. Then, pulling herself slightly away, she placed her palm on the small bulge in my boxers, and caressed my stiffening cock through the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Beta..." she whispered huskily, her fingers lingering over my stiffening cock " ... agar tum chaaho to main ... aaj ... abhi ... issi waqt ... yahaan par ... tumhaari thhakaan door kar sakti hoon?" Tempted as I was, my cock was still so sore from the vigorous romps in the morning, that it would have been pure torture for me. In fact, even this little stiffening that my cock was experiencing now was causing me some discomfort.
Pressing myself to her in an exaggerated manner, and gently pulling her hands away, I said to her with false arousal "Oh aunty ... aaj nahi please ... intazaar ka phal hamesha meetha hota hai na..." looking on purpose at the deep cleavage formed by her firm mature breasts held tight inside that red sleeveless blouse. This seemed to appease her, and with a smile she patted me on the cheek and said "Jaisi tumhaari marzi beta... " With that, she turned around and walked out the door, waving bye to me, her heels making a click clack noise on the marble-tiled floor.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, I closed the door. My stomach was rumbling with hunger now, and I realized that I'd told Kalpana aunty not to bring lunch today. Dialing the number of the local pizza joint, I ordered a pizza for lunch. As I settled down to wait for the pizza, I switched on the TV and started surfing through the channels. They were showing a re-run of the old Aamir Khan movie 'Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar' on the local cable channel, also featuring the pretty Ayesha Jhulka and the sultry Pooja Bedi.
A song sequence was playing featuring these two Bollywood actors dancing around in college classroom set. As I watched enact their college girl roles wearing the ubiquitous perfect college uniform, my thoughts drifted off to my experiences while I was in college. After a long hiatus, I was getting all the sex I wanted, but for some reason it did not hold the same excitement that my days as a naïve college boy did. At 20, I was already feeling old!
As I lay in my couch at home, I couldn't help but think that that encounter with my sexy Hindi college teacher Sarita ma'am had to set in motion a chain of events that expanded my sexual horizon way beyond my wildest imagination; a chain of women and girls, some predictable, some totally out of the blue. My reverie was broken with the shrill sound of the bell ringing. Opening the door, I found the pizza delivery boy with my lunch. As I was paying the delivery boy, I wondered why pizza delivery boys were always boys, and never girls.
Well if they were girls, I'd have ended up fucking them too, I thought to myself with a grin. Finishing my pizza and washing it down with a Coke, I stretched out on the couch once again. My thoughts wandered to that sexy sales girl, Sapna, who'd given me her number and offered to come out with me whenever I felt like it. I had half a mind to call her, but decided against it, since I was feeling too lazy to go out in the sweltering heat. Just as I was beginning to doze off again, the phone rang.
It was Mayuri ben. "Kya kar rahe thhe, beta..." she asked. "Kuchh nahi, aunty ... bas aise hi leta hua thha..." I replied, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Acchha..." she replied, pausing as if thinking of what to say. I too couldn't fathom why she had called me. "To tum abhi ghar par hi ho, beta ... ki kahin baahar ja rahe ho..." she asked. "Ghar par hi hoon, aunty ... kyun?" I asked. "Nahin ... woh Alka yahaan par aayi hai ... to maine socha..." she began, pausing once again. Hearing no response from me, she continued " ... to maine socha ki main usko tumhaare paas bhej deti hoon..."
Not expecting this at all, I fumbled and said "Uh ... lekin aunty..." Sensing my discomfort, Mayuri ben said "Arre beta ... phir wahi baat ... humne iske baare mein baat ki thhi na ... phir kyun tum itna soch rahe ho..." Somehow, I was just not comfortable with this set up. In my lust crazed state of mind, I had expressed this fetish of indulging in some kinky play with a lactating woman; but I had never expected it to become real. Moreover, I had no intention of exploiting a poor housewife just to indulge in my wild fantasies.
My mind in turmoil, I mumbled "Par aunty ... mujhe yeh ab bhi theek nahi lag raha hai..." "Oh beta ... tum kyun aisa soch rahe ho ... tum koi zabardasti to nahi kar rahe ho na uske saath..." she said, trying her best to convince me. "Theek hai ... tum ek kaam karo ... tum usse ek baar akele mil to lo ... phir tumhe jo theek lagta hai wahi karna..." she said in her most convincing tone. I could figure out why the slutty Mayuri ben had set me up at Radhika aunty's massage parlor, and why she was pimping her own daughter too. But I couldn't figure out her interest in getting a totally submissive and docile 27-year old housewife into the picture.
After all that she had already done for me, there was no need to do anything more to make me feel obligated. I shook my head and said to myself that there was no point in trying to read too much into this. After all, the offer she was making seemed fairly reasonable; there was no harm in my just meeting this woman. "Theek hai, aunty..." I said into the phone. "Very good, beta..." she said like a proud college teacher " ... main usko abhi bhejti hoon..." With that she hung up the phone.
I was still in only my boxers and a t-shirt, and with the intent of making myself a bit more presentable, I headed to the bathroom. After splashing some water on my face, I changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a polo-neck t-shirt, and settled down to wait for Alka bhabhi. After a few minutes the door bell rang. I jumped up to open the door. The pretty 27-year old Alka bhabhi stood at the door, clutching a small black purse in her hand. As I said earlier, she was quite fair, and had a small build. She must have been 5'4" at the most, and had a pretty round face with big black eyes. Her hair was tied into a tight bun like most Gujarati women, and she wore a peach-colored cotton saree with a matching blouse; the pallu of the sari on her right shoulder since she'd tied the saree in the Gujarati style.
Apart from a small red bindi that adorned her forehead and a small gold stud on her earlobes, she was pretty much devoid of any ornaments or make-up. There was of course the ubiquitous mangalsutra around her neck, and the mandatory half a dozen glass bangles on each of her wrists. Her flawless skin had a certain glow to it that only came with pregnancy. Even under the floral-print cotton saree, I could make out the prominent swell of her swollen breasts inside her blouse. A portion of her fleshy but not flabby, white-skinned belly could also be seen between the pallu and the waistline of her saree. Like most newly wed housewives, who'd just delivered a child, her slender waist flared into full wide hips.
"Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." she greeted me politely, folding her hands in greeting. "Namaste, bhabi..." I replied, smiling warmly. "Aaiye na, andar..." I said, standing behind and welcoming her inside. As she walked into the house, I closed the door behind her. "Aap baithiye na, bhabhi ... main aapke liye kuch thanda lekar aata hoon..." I said to her, pointing towards the couch. As she sat down tentatively on the edge of the couch, she said "Uh ... aap taqleef mat utthaiya Jignesh bhai..." "Taqleef kaisi, bhabhi ... aap pehli baar mere ghar par aayi hai..." I said, flashing my most charming smile. Unable to think of anything else to say, I went into the kitchen and busied myself with squeezing some fresh lime, and making some soda-based lemonade for her.
Pouring the lime extract and soda over a glass filled with ice, I came back into the living room. "Leejiye, bhabhi..." I said, extending the tray with the glass of lime-soda in it. She took the glass from the tray, avoiding eye contact. As she sipped on the freshly squeezed lime juice, I settled down on the single seat recliner opposite her. A few drops of sweat were lined along her forehead, and I also noticed how her blouse was soaked with sweat at her armpits. She gulped down the cold drink thirstily, and wiping her mouth with a small handkerchief that she was clutching in her hands, got up from the couch. Before I could say anything, she picked up the tray along with the glass, and headed towards the kitchen.
"Rehne deejiye na, bhabhi ... main rakh doonga..." I protested. She just smiled in response, and went ahead all the same. As I sat in my recliner, I heard her rinse the glass with water at the sink, and place in on the platform to dry. She came back into the living room, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree. She then proceeded to sit down on the couch again, once again almost at the edge in a tentative manner. There was a moment of awkward silence between us, both of us not knowing what to say. Finally, she cleared her throat, and said pleasantly "Aap ka ghar to bahut acchha sajaaya hai, Jignesh bhai..." her eyes glancing at the numerous paintings and other decorative items that were on display in the living room. "Um ... hhh..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders.
Once again, there was an awkward silence between us. "To aap kitne din aur akele rahenge, Jignesh bhai..." she asked hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Umm ... ek ya do mahine aur, bhabhi ... phir shaayad mummy waapas aa jaayegi..." I replied. "Oh..." she said. After a pause "To aap khaane ke liye kya karte ho, Jignesh bhai..." she asked, once again trying to make conversation. "Umm ... din me do baar to Kalpana aunty ke wahaan se tiffin aata hai ... aur phir kabhi kabhi main baahar bhi kha leta hoon..." I replied.
"Aur aapka college kab khul raha hai..." she asked. "Abhi ek mahina aur chutti hai ... abhi maine tay nahi kiya hai ki main kaunse college mein daakhla loonga..." I replied, glad that she was continuing with the small talk. All this while, she was avoiding looking at me, and only making eye contact with me whenever she spoke, or I replied. To prevent this from becoming a monologue, I said to her "Aapko yahaan par aaye huey zyaada waqt nahi hua hai na, bhabhi..." "Teen saal ho gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she replied immediately. "Oh..." I mumbled " ... mujhe laga ki..." leaving my sentence unfinished. "Haan, aapne to mujhe kabhi dekha nahi hoga..." she replied, smiling at me for the first time. "Par maine aapko kayin baar dekha hai ... aap har roz subah jogging ke liye jaate thhe na..." she continued, the smile still on her face.
"Haan..." I replied, smiling back at her, surprised that she had noticed me going for my jogs. In the early days when the fitness bug had bitten me, I used to go for a run every morning. "Main subah 6 baje jab terrace par suryapooja ke liye jaat thhi, to main aapko dekhti thhi..." she said, a hint of shyness in her voice. A lock of her dark hair had escaped from the knotted bun, and was dangling tantalizing across her pink right cheek. My eyes were riveted to her lush pink lips and the white skin of her slender neck. Realizing that I was staring at her, I pulled my eyes away. I thought I saw her blush, and her pink cheeks seemed to become a shade darker.
"Umm, bhabhi..." I began, desperate to keep some conversation going between us " ... aapke woh ... pati ... kya karte hain..." "Unka electrical ka business hai..." she replied, pronouncing the word business as 'bijhnez'. "Acchha..." I intoned " ... aur aapke ... do bacche hai na..." "Haan..." she replied immediately, her face brightening immediately. Most mothers loved talking about their kids and she was no exception. "Meri badi waali dikri abhi teen saal ki hogi ... aur chhoti waali baby abhi saat mahine ki hai..." she continued, her face smiling with pride. "Oh..." was all I was able to muster by way of a response.
Once again, there was this awkward silence between us. Clearing my throat, I said "Haan, maine us din Mayuri aunty ke ghar par aapki chhoti baby ko dekha thha ... bahut pyaari hai woh ... bilkul aapki tarah..." She glanced up quickly towards me when she heard this words, and for a moment, I was scared if I had said the right thing; since the only time I'd seen her baby was when I had accidentally stumbled upon her feeding the infant at Mayuri ben's place. But to my relief, her cheeks flushed with joy, and a warm smile creased her pretty face. She started to say something, and then stopped, as if changing he rmind. After a pause, she said in a sad tone "Par mere mister to bahut gusse ho gaye thhe ... jab meri doosri bhi ladki hui ... unko ladka chaahiye thha..."
I groaned inwardly, and shook my head in frustration. This obsession with the male child was so bloody typical of these illiterate folks, it never ceased to rankle me. "Par isme aapki kya galti hai, bhabhi..." I said with some consternation. There was a forlorn look on her face, as she stared at the foot of the teapoy, and said in a resigned tone "Main kya kar sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... aap hi bataaiye ... kya ladka ya ladki hona mere haath mein hai..." "Wahi to main keh rahaa hoon..." I retorted, the irritation evident in my voice.
She looked up at my face and with a wry smile said "Par sab aapke jaise padhe likhe nahi hote hai na, Jignesh bhai ... main kamse kam metric to paas ki hoon ... lekin mere mister ne to college bhi chhod diya thha..." There was a distant look in her eyes as she began "Main 24 saal ki thhi jab meri shaadi hui thhi ... woh to mere se pehle hi naakhush thhe ... unko to 18 saal ki ladki chaahiye thhi ... par mere maan baapu ne bahut dahej diya ... isliye unhone mujhse shaadi ki..." She was staring fixedly at the floor now, as she narrated her tale of woe. "Aur phir jab pehli baar ladki hui to ... to woh bolne lage ki yeh teri galti hai ... aur phir unka dhandha bhi theek se nahi chal raha hai ... aur woh ... woh uske liye bhi mujhe hi doshi thehraate hai ... bolte hain ki main hi manhoos hoon..." she continued, her voice beginning to break now.
Her eyes were wet with tears now, and I saw a drop roll down her pink flushed cheeks. Dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief, she continued "Mere baapu ne to sab kucch bech diya thha ... meri shaadi ke liye dahej dene ke liye ... aur ab jab inka business theek nahi chal raha hai to ... woh mujhse bolte hain ki main apne baapu se aur paise maang..." I just sat there opposite her, feeling sorry for her, and furious at her husband at the same time. Looking up at me, her eyes red with tears, she said "Main apne baapu se aur paise kaise maang sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... unko to abhi meri do aur behno ki shaadi karwaani hai..." her voice breaking again.
Wiping her tears with the handkerchief again, she continued "Aur ... aur jab doosri baar bhi ladki hui to ... to phir to unhone mujhe ghar se nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... woh bolte hain ki tere baap ke ghar to ladke nahi hain ... isliye tu bhi kabhi ladka paida nahi kar sakti hain..." almost sobbing now. "Main bahut gidgidaayi unke saamne ... maine unse bheekh maangi ... ki mujhe ghar se baahar na nikaale ... ki main unki har sevaa karoongi ... ki main unki daasi banke rahoongi ... tab jaake kahin wo maane..." she wailed, the tears flowing freely now.
"Aur ghar chalaane ke liye bhi paise nahin hai ... udhaar le lekar ab ye haalat ho gayi hai ki ap unko koi udhaar nahi deta..." she continued, sniffing. Wiping her nostrils with her handkerchief, she said "Ab chaar mahine se ghar ka kiraaya bhi nahi diya unhone ... pata nahin kahaan paisa jaata hain unka ... aur agar main unko unke kaam ke baare mein kucchh poocchti hoon to ... to woh mere par haath utthate hain ... mujhe maarne bhi lage hain ab woh..." She was shaking her head to and fro now, and watching her bare her soul like this, I felt a lump begin to form in my throat.
I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but some straw of decency inside me was making me hold myself back. "Jab makaan maalik ne ghar se baahar nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... to unhone mujhse kahaa ki main unse baat karoon ... mujhe bole ki tu jaa unke paas ... ro, bheek maang ... ki kucchh mahine ki moharat aur do ... yeh bolkar ki main aurat hoon na ... isliye woh mujh par daya kar denge..." she continued. I grimaced inwardly, as I felt a pang of guilt course through me. Wasn't this the same kind of exploitation I would be indulging in with her, if I were to go down the path Mayuri ben was laying out for me?
I hated to be in this spot at that moment, and was cursing Mayuri ben for ever having put me forward as some sort of a sexual predator in front of this absolutely innocent and helpless housewife. Interrupting my thoughts, she said "Jignesh bhai ... maine woh bhi kiya ... main gayi unke paas pichle mahine ... mere mister ne bola isliye main apni 7 mahine ke bacchi ko bhi lekar gayi ... aur makaan malik se daya ke bheek maangi ... par unhone to ... unhone to..." she broke down and began to sob uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I jumped up from my seat and went to her.
Sitting down next to her, I gently placed my arms around her back, and caressed her shoulder. "Bhabhi ... roiye mat, please ... please bhabhi ... aap roiye mat..." I said softly, guilt and empathy engulfing me at the same time. Lifting her teary flushed face from her hands, she looked at me, not able to control the sobs that racked her body. Even with her face red from the tears, and her pink lips quivering, she looked so incredibly desirable to me. "Get a hold on your self, you bastard..." I said to myself, clenching my teeth.
"Woh to mere baapu ke umar ke hain, Jignesh bhai..." she said, shaking her head as if still refusing to accept what had happened " ... par woh to..." her voice break again. I was beginning to get an idea about what would have happened. "Woh mujhe bole ki ... Alka, agar tujhe us ghar mein rehna hai to ... kiraaya to chukaana hi padega..." she continued, still crying. "Main unse boli ... saheb, hum log aapki pai pai chuka denge ... aap bas hume kucchh mahino ke mohorat de deejiye ... main aapse bheek maangti hoon ... hum saari zindagi aapko dua denge..." her voice quivering. "Par woh nahin maane ... aur bole ki tere paas agar dene ko paise nahin hai to ... to tu apna badan mujhe de..." she said. I wasn't too surprised to know about this, but still hearing it from her in her own words, sent a shiver of cold fury down my spine. I just clenched my jaw and nodded at her, my hands still resting chastely on her shoulder. "Oh Jignesh saheb ... woh to mujhe apni rakhail banana chaahte hain ... main bahut royi aur unke pair bhi pakde maine ... ki dayaa karo mujh par ... aur mere chhote do bacchon par ... par woh nahi maane..." she said, her voice husky with crying.
"Aakhir mein woh bole ... ki agar tu chudwaa nahi sakti ... to ... to ... kamse kam nangi ho jaa ... aur ... aur ... lund choos le mera..." she finished, a tone of helplessness and bitterness in her voice. With that she buried her face once more in her hands, and began to sob. My cock had given an involuntary lurch when I heard this 27-year old ripe young housewife narrated so blatantly what her landlord had told her, and in spite of the fact that my heart had gone out to her, my cock had become rock hard now.
I had hardly even touched her, as she was sitting chastely with her hands in her lap. Even though I was sitting next to her, my thighs were not touching hers. The only contact I had with her was my hand resting on her shoulders gently. Even then, I was aroused, and my cock was erect. Letting out a sigh of dismay at the state of my own rampant libido, I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab bas ... aur kucch mat bolo ... ab sab theek ho jaayega..." Even though I'd said that, I had no clue how I was going to make all her problems in Iife go away.
She sat there with her face buried in her hands, and continued to sob uncontrollably, her body heaving. The small patch of bare skin that my palms touched at her back above the cut of her blouse, felt hot to touch, and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her emotionally charged body. Pulling my hands away from her back, I tugged at her arms gently, saying "Bhabhi ... aap uthiye ... aur apna moonh dho leejiye..." After a few seconds; she lifted her face from her hands, and looked at me. Her lips were still quivering with the emotion, and her pretty fair round face was streaked with tears. "Aaiye bhabhi..." I said to her gently, taking her hand in mine and getting up from the couch.
She followed me meekly as I led her to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Leading her inside, I stepped out to wait. She came out a few moments later, having splashed water liberally on her face and blown her nose. Even in that state, with her pretty face flushed red from all the crying, and a few wet strands of hair dangling from her forehead, she looked incredibly erotic to me. With a smile on my face, I handed her a fresh white towel. She took the towel gratefully from my hands, and wiped her face dry.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 26

Leaving her to get herself together, I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for her. When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting perched on the edge of my bed. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up with an embarrassed expression on her face. But seeing the glass of water in my hands, she managed a weak smile, and stood up. Taking the glass from my hands, she said softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai..." letting her fingers linger for a few more moments than necessary on mine. After she finished the glass of water, I took hold of her hand again and led her into the living room.

I relished the feel of her soft fingers in my hands as I helped her sit down on the couch again. "Jignesh bhai..." she began, even as she sat down " ... mujhe maaf kar dena ... pata nahin kyun ... maine ye sab aapse kahaa ... aap mujhe galat mat samajha na ... main..." "Bas bhabhi ... aap kucch mat boliye..." I said, interrupting her. Kneeling down on the floor in front of where she sat on the couch, I took the liberty of placing both my hands on her thighs. Looking into her face, I said "Aap se kya kahoon main nahi jaanta ... par kya hona chaahiya ... ye main jaanta hoon..." I said to her with some intensity. Unable to comprehend the meaning of my words, she just looked at me.
Taking both her hands in mine, I kissed them, and before she could react, got up quickly. I went into my bedroom, and opening the locker in my cupboard, extracted 10 notes of 500 rupees from the wad of cash that I kept in my locker for emergency use. Returning to the living room where she was still sitting on the couch, I knelt down before her again. As she looked at me questioningly, I pressed the money into her palms and closed them forefully. Before she could say a word, I said "Bhabhi ... ye kucch paise hain ... aap isse kam se kam ek mahine ka kiraaya to de sakengi..." hoping that the 5,000 rupees I was giving her now, coupled with the 1,500 rupees I'd given her earlier at Mayuri ben's place would be sufficient to cover atleast a month's rent.
There was a stunned expression on her face, as she looked at the wad of folded notes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. But her words failed her, and all she succeeded in doing was blinking her eyes rapidly, causing a fresh dollop of tear to roll down her pink cheek. Reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek, I said to her gently "Kucch der pehle aapne kaha thha na ... ki main aap ko galat na samjhoon ... ab main aapse vinanti kar raha hoon ... ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe ... ye ... ise aap ... ek dost ki taraf se madad samajh kar rakh leejiye..." Clearing my throat, I continued "Aur ... ab se ... jab tak ki aapke pati ke business ki haalat theek nahi hoti ... tab tak ... aapko har mahine ghar ke kiraaye ki chinta karne ke koi zaroorat nahin hai..."
I was not sure if I was doing the right thing in making such a big commitment, especially when all I was dolling out so liberally was my dad's new found wealth. I'd done nothing worthwhile with my life so far, and was just living off my father's money. But at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to do, and I decided to go ahead and trust my instinct. She gulped a few times rapidly, and finally managed to open her mouth to say something. But I interrupted her again, and said "Bhabhi ... please ... aapk kucch mat boliye ... aap ise ehsaan ya dayaa ki bheekh mat samajhiye ... abhi to saari zindagi aapke aage padi hai ... jab bhi ho sake aapse ... tab aap ye lauta dena..." once again squeezing her hands reassuringly.
I'd helped out quite a few women with money so far, but I'd never seen such an expression of pain and gratitude in any person's eyes. Pain at having to be reduced to this state where she couldn't refuse the money; and gratitude at a benefactor like me coming into her life from nowhere. I was half expecting her to throw her arms around me and say profound words of gratitude, but she did nothing of that sort. She just sat there, stunned with what was happening, and stared fixedly at my eyes. Embarrassed, I let go of her hands and stood up.
She just sat there unmoving, looking down at the floor. The pallu of her saree had got displaced from her shoulder slightly, and as she sat there staring at the floor, I could see the deep cleavage formed by her swollen breasts inside the blouse. My cock had lost some of its hardness, but was still stiff inside my underwear. I didn't want to spoil the purity of the moment with anything sexual, so I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab aap ghar jaaiye..." She just sat there unmoving, still looking at the floor as if in some trance. Thinking of something, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapki beti ... usko aap kahaan par chhod ke aaye ho..."
Hearing this she seemed to come out of her reverie, and looking up at me with those big tear filled eyes, said softly "Mayuri ben ke paas..." Once again, her eyes simply bored into mine, as if searching for some meaning. Not able to handle her silence any more, I said "Phir to aapko jaana chaahiye ab, bhabhi ... kahin woh aapke liye rone lagi to..." my face conveying the concern for her newborn baby. "Theek hai..." she mumbled, nodding her head dumbly. Her zombie like mannerisms were beginning to scare me now and I didn't know how to deal with her anymore. "Theek hai..." she repeated, getting up from the couch.
She stood for a moment in front of me, as if about to say something. But then she just looked down at her hands which were still holding the money that I'd just given her, and shook her head. She walked towards the door and began to fumble with the latch. I helped open the door, and watched her as she slipped her white naturally shapely feet into a pair of old worn sandles. On an instinct, I looked into the room to see if she'd left anything behind, and spotted the small black purse that she'd come with, lying on the couch. "Ek minute, bhahi..." I said, and went inside to pick up the purse. Handing her the purse, I said with a smile "Aap ye bhool gayi thhi..." She just nodded dumbly and took the purse from my hand, mumbling something that sounded like a thank you.
As she opened the gate of the verandah and stepped outside on to the road, I waved to her. She too waved at me weakly, and began to walk towards her house. As she disappeared around the corner, I closed the door behind her. Perplexed at ther strange behavior, I plopped down on the couch. Squeezing my still stiff cock inside my slacks, I said to myself with a wry grin "Ok, atleast for once, you did the right thing ... and did not let the dog out..."
Just as I was reclining on the couch, recollecting the events that had just occurred; the bell rang. Shaking my head in exasperation, I dragged myself out of the couch once again. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing today. To my utter surprise, when I opened the door with irritation, ready to snap at whoever was there, Alka bhabhi stood there.
She had pulled the pallu of her saree above her head from behind like a ghunghat of sorts, and tears were streaming down her face. Alarmed, I asked "Kya hua, Alka bhabhi ... aap yahaan..." She just stood there, sobbing silently, holding the ghunghat close to her face with one hand. Worried that someone might spot her standing like this at my door crying, I took her by her hand and led her inside.
Closing the door behind us, I turned towards her and was about to ask something, when to my total surprise, she fell on her knees, and flung her arms around my legs. "Arre ... kya kar rahe ho aap, bhabhi..." I exclaimed, reaching down immediately to pull her up. But she hung on to my legs with a fierce determination, and buried her face near my knees. "Jignesh bhai ... Jignesh bhai..." was all she could muster, between her heaving sobs. I was totally clueless about what to do now, but somehow managed to pull her hands away from my legs, and pull her on her feet. She was almost faint with crying now, and literally fell against me. As my hands instinctively went around her to hold her, I was rewarded by the feel of those swollen milk-filled breasts of hers press against my chest.
She was crying non-stop now, and muttering something incomprehensible even as she rested against me, held on her feet only because I was holding her up. Not knowing what else to do, I just held her head pressed against my chest with my left hand, even as I gently massaged her back with my right. Her ghunghat had fallen off her head now, and I could see the smooth flawless skin of her back above the cut of her blouse from behind. My fingers could also feel the contours of the thick-strapped bra she wore under her blouse. My cock lurched in spite of myself, and I prayed that she wouldn't note it as my crotch was mashed against her belly. She was a short woman, and looking down I could see the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair.
"Shh ... shh..." I shushed her, gently rubbing her back, even as she clung on to me with her hands wrapped around my back, her lush body heaving as the sobs wracked her body. Gradually her sobs subsided, and her body stopped quivering. However, I held her in my arms, continuing to try to soothe her. I was wracking my brains trying to figure out, what was making her cry so much; and more importantly, why she had come back.
Slowly she lifted her face up from where it was buried in my chest, and gazed at the wet spot on my white t-shirt that had formed due to her copious tears. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it and attempted to wipe it with her hand, muttering "Oh ... maine to aap ki shirt bigaad di..." "Oh bhabhi ... aap bhi na..." I chided her gently, gently lifting up her face by her chin. She clasped my hand to her cheeks where I had touched her, and looking into my eyes through her teary red eyes, said in a tearful voice "Jignesh bhai ... main ... mujhe ... mujhe pataa nahi kya ho gaya thha ... maine ... maine na jaane aapse kya kya keh diya..."
Pausing, she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, and then continued in a faltering voice "Main ... main ... aapke paas paise maangne nahi aayi thhi ... sach bol rahi hoon main, Jignesh bhai ... main aapse paise nahin maangne aayi thhi..." she repeated herself, shaking her head vigorously as if to reaffirm what she was saying. Her big dark eyes on that pretty fair round face nearly melted my heart, and with a sigh of genuine feeling, I cupped her soft face in my palms.
Looking into her eyes, I said earnestly "Bhabhi ... please ... aap mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... main jaanto hoon ki aap mujhse paise maangne nahi aaye thhe ... is liye ... is liye to main e aap se keh raha thha ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe..." trying my best to assuage her hurt pride. That's when I realized that she was still holding the money I had given her, clenched in her fist. Lifting her hands, she opened her palms, and trying to push the money into my hands, said "Main aapse yeh paise nahi le sakti Jignesh bhai ... nahi ... nahi ... nahi..." she kept repeating, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks even though she had stopped sobbing. I was touched well and truly by now.
I was not sure of what to do, because I had never experienced any woman refuse money, not when she really needed it. Afraid that I might hurt her pride, but feeling guilty at the same time that deep inside, I was hoping that she'd become indebted enough to me, to offer herself to me; I took the crumpled notes from her hand. Looking down at the money, I said in a hurt tone "Theek hai bhabhi, agar aapko itna bura laga to main yeh waapas le leta hoon ... mera iraada aapko dukh pahunchaane ka nahi thha..." clenching my jaws.
She gazed into my eyes, torn between her hesitation to take the money and the hurt she knew she was causing me. "Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, and then dropped her head and shook her head, unable to continue. I let out a deep sigh, and extracting myself from her embrace, said to her in lighter tone "Chaliye ... chhodiye in sab baaton ko ... aap thhodi der yahaan par aaram kariye ... main aapke liye paani lekar aata hoon..." not knowing what else to do. As I went into the kitchen and was pouring out a glass of cold water into a glass, I heard her footsteps behind me.
Turning around, I saw her standing right behind me. Reaching out to touch me on my arms tentatively, she breathed "Jignesh bhai..." her words failing her once again. Her pink cheeks were flushed red, and her rosy lips were quivering. She was one of those women who looked absolutely beautiful even without an iota of make-up. And the fact that her skin had that unique glow that only pregnant or recently delivered women had, made her look all the more alluring.
Forcing a smile on my face, I said "Bhabhi ... pehle to aap mujhe Jignesh 'bhai' bulaana band keejiye ... main aap se umar mein chhota hoon ... aur mujhe agar aap apna dost samajhti hain ... to mujhe sirf Jignesh hi bulaaiye..." Hearing these words, she looked into my eyes intently once again, and said softly "Haan ... aap ... aap mere dost hi nahin ... aap to mere..." she stopped herself. Then as if as an afterthought, she added "Haan ... main aapko Jignesh bulaaungi..." she said with some emotion, her eyes giving me that strange mystical look.
Lowering her gaze to my feet again, she said softly "Main ... main yahaan par aayi thhi kucch aur ke liye ... aur ... aur main to apni hi roni lekar baith gayi..." in a tone that was genuinely contrite. "Mujhe to Mayuri maasi ne kaha thha ... ki aapko ... meri..." she said in a low voice, leaving her sentence unfinished. Even though I was a horny unprincipled bastard, this was too much for me to take, and I turned away from her, ashamed of myself to the core. Part of me was wishing she'd just go away, and not make me feel ashamed of myself any more.
With my back to her, I hung my head shamefully, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... maine aapko galat nazar se dekha ... mera iraada woh nahi thha ... woh bas ... bas ek baar ... mere mooh se galti se nikal gaya ... Mayuri aunty ke saamne ... ki ... ki ... mujhe..." clenching my jaw again, unable to say the truth. Turning around to face her, I folded my hands in placation, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." my voice breaking. She just looked at me, a strange expression on her face, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "Main bura aadmi nahi hoon, bhabhi ... main bura aadmi nahi hoon..." I pleaded, shaking my head in self denial.
Still holding my hands folded in the apologetic gesture, I continued "Aap bas ... in paiso ko inkaar mat keejiye ... ye to ... ye to sirf paise hain ... inki aaj mujhse zyaada aapko zaroorat hai ... is liye inhe aap please rakh leejiye ... please..." my voice beseeching. Seeing no response from her expect for that enigmatic gaze, I asked "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat sun rahi hain..." She just nodded her head affirmatively, not saying a word. "Bhabhi..." I continued " ... mera iraada ... aapko paise dekar ... mera koi iraada nahi thha ... aapke samman ko thhes pahunchaane ka..."
Once again, there was only that fixed gaze from her, her eyes watery, and her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her lips were moving almost imperceptibly, as if she was talking to herself, but she wasn't saying a word to me. Reaching out to take her hands in mine, I said to her in a fierce whisper "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat samajh rahi hain?" In response, she nodded again, and continued to look into my eyes with that strange incomprehensible expression. I was at my wits end by now. Never had I expected things to reach a stage where I was just not in control of what was happening.
Taking a deep breath to control my emotions, I said in a low but firm voice "Bhabhi ... agar ... agar aap ye paise nahi lengi ... to ... to mujhe lagega ki aapne mujhe maaf nahi kiya ... is liye ... please..." my eyes almost pleading with her to take the money, even as I tried to press the crumpled notes into her hands. To my surprise, she took the money from me silently, and then proceeded to raise the notes to touch her forehead, and then her lips. Opening her old worn black purse, she put the money inside carefully, smoothing the crumpled notes.
As she looked up, I began "Bhabhi ... aapne mujhe maaf..." Before I could complete my sentence, she cut me off my reaching up to pull my face towards hers, and press her lips to mine. "Jignesh..." she whispered fiercely, her lips parting and her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise, and was stunned into immobility.
She literally clamped her lips on my mine, and kissed me with all her pent up passion, pressing her ripe luscious body and those incredibly swollen breasts to me. Recovering from my stunned surprise, I groaned and wrapping my hands around her slender back, pulled her towards me. I opened my mouth and managed to mumble "Oh Alka bhabhi..." my words unintelligible, as her tongue intertwined with mine ferociously.
Relaxing a bit, I kissed her back with all my pent up passion too, pressing her lush body to mine with all my strength. The passion with which she clung on to me and kissed me, it was as if her dam of pent up emotions had finally broken. As she pulled her lips away from mine, and gazed at me with that same curious expression, I finally realized what it was. It was the same look I'd seen in the eyes of the teenage Sejal; a look of pure unadulterated love! I exhaled slowly, as I finally fathomed the meaning of that look.
Seeing me smile, her pink luscious lips broke into a smile too. That's when I also realized that those limpid pools of her beautiful big eyes were not actuall black, but a light shade of brown. Her hands were caressing my face as if with some agenda of their own, even as she continued to gaze at me with love. Lust, when augmented with love, was a very powerful emotion. There was a faint musky odor emanating from her body which I could not quite place. It was only later that I was to realize that the odor was on account of her lactating breasts. For some reason, I found that strangely arousing.
We held each other in that position, with our hands wrapped around each others back, for what seemed like an eternity. My truculent cock was painfully hard now, and I was making no attempt to prevent it from pressing against her lush fleshy belly. My gaze inadvertently dropped to her chest where the pallu of her saree tied the Gujarati way, with the tip of the pallu tucked into the waistline of the saree, had come dislodged in our frantic kissing. As a result, the pallu hung freely in front of her from her right shoulder, revealing the prodigious swell of her milk-filled left breast encased inside the peach colored blouse to me.
Her blouse had obviously become tight for her chest, and bit into the flesh of her arms. The blouse was conservatively cut, and did not have the deep plunging neckline that was the norm with women those days. In spite of that, her luscious swollen breasts were pressed upwards and bulging out from the neckline almost as if she were wearing a Victorian style corsette, worn by 18th century Engilsh women to accentuate their cleavage. The resultant cleavage was not only enticing, but also extremely arousing; accentuated by the flawless white skin of her bosom.
It was then that I noted the small wet patch at the apex of her blouse, where the faint outline of her nipple protruding through the blouse and bra was visible. My cock gave a lurch in spite of itself; a movement that did not go unnoticed by her. She shifted on her feet subsonsciously, adjusting herself in my arms. The movement caused her fleshy belly to rub against my hard cock through the slacks, and her eyes automatically went down towards where my crotch was pressing against her belly. "Bhabhi ... I'm sorry..." I said automatically, embarrassed that my libido was so plainly evident to her.
Looking up at me again, she shook head almost imperceptibly and whispered "Na, Jignesh bhai ... na ... aisa na bolo..." her eyes deeply understanding. A lump formed in my throat hearing these words of empathy from her, and I couldn't arrest the drop of tear which rolled down my cheek. "Na..." she whispered urgently, shaking her head vigorously " ... please..." Reaching up with her right hand, she gently wiped away the wet streak from my cheek. I was feeling like an idiot now; first at my arousal becoming so plainly evident to her and second at my emotions overwhelming me in front of her. I couldn't help but think that I was no different from the lecherous landlord who'd asked her for sexual favors in return for deferring the rent payment.
We were still standing in our kitchen, with my back to the platform and she in front of me. With a deep sigh, she let go off me and stepped back. To my surprise and intense arousal, she then pulled aside the pallu of her saree from her torso, baring her swollen blouse-clad breasts to me. Continuing to hold the pallu aside with her left hand, she reached with the other hand and took hold of my hand in hers. Gazing at me with a tender expression, she placed my palm on the swollen mound of her right breast and pressed it to her. A sigh of arousal escaped my lips, and my hand stiffened. I could feel the heat from her body flowing into my palm as I felt the flesh of her swollen 34-D breasts against my palm.
"Haan, Jignesh bhai ... haan..." she said ever so softly, as if reading my mind, and her eyes conveying more than words could ever hope to. After all that had transpired in the last half an hour, my heart was just not into having any sexual liaison with her, even though my treacherous cock thought otherwise. "Bhabhi..." I breathed, shaking my head, and trying to convey to her the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. "Is me kucchh galat nahi hai, Jignesh bhai ... kucchh galat nahi hai..."she whispered assertively, nodding her head to support her statement, even as she continued to hold my hand pressed to her incredible disproportionately swollen milk-laden breast.
Sensing my reluctance, she let go off my palm which she was holding to her breast, and took my free hand instead. Any other day, with any other woman, I'd need no further invitation to ravage her body; but this was somehow different. Quite frankly, my reaction was something even I'd not anticipated. "Aao Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, taking my limp hand in hers and leading me to the living room. "Baitho..." she said gently, pointing to the couch. As I sat down dumbly, she sat down next to me. This time, she sat so close that I could feel her thighs press against mine. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, placing her slender hand on my thigh. "Aap mujhe Jignesh bhai kyun bulaati hain ab bhi..." I said with some emotion; for I was not able to think of anything else to say to her at that moment. "Sorry Jignesh bhai ... acchha main aapko abse Jignesh hi bulaaungi ... ab khush ho aap..." she said, cocking her head to one side.
I just managed a weak smile, dropping my head to look at her hand which was resting on my thighs. "Meri taraf dekho Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." she said gently, prodding my thigh. As I looked towards her, she smiled. Her juicy pink lips were still quivering, and her face was still flushed red. "Maine aapki baat sun li na, Jignesh..." she began in a soft quivering voice " ... aapne jo itna badaa upkaar kiya hai mujhpar ... maine use sweekaar kar liya na..." her eyes blinking to hold back her tears. I just looked away not knowing how to respond to it. "Bolo na ... kiya na maine..." she whispered fiercely, shaking my thighs with her hand. "Haan ... bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my throat full of flegm. Clearing my throat, I looked at her and repeated "Haan bhabhi ... kiya aapne..."
She bit her quivering lips and continued "Mujhe ... mujhe pata hai maine aapko ... aapko bahut dukh pahunchaaya ... aapse paise lene se inkaar karke..." "Nahi bhabhi ... aisi koi baat nahi hai..." I interrupted her, trying to sound casual. She shook her head again and said "Nahi ... aap jhoot bol sakte ho ... par aapki aankhen ... aur ... aur aapke aasoon ... jhoot nahi bol sakte..." a precious drop of tear rolling down her cheek again. To my amazement, she slid down the sofa and sat down on the floor beside my knees, supporting herself on her knees and haunches.
Before I could react, she took both my hands in hers and buried her face in my palms; an action tha caused her ripe full breasts also to press against my knees. "Mujhse galti ho gayi Jignesh bhai ... mujhse galti ho gayi ... aapko samajhne mein ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." she pleaded, rolling her head from side to side in my palms. This little encounter with the luscious Alka bhabhi was becoming more or a tearjerker than Ekta Kapoor's lousy soap serials, and I could only shake my head in frustration.
"Bhabhi..." I cried hoarsely, forcefully lifting her bleary face from my hands and getting her to look up at me. "Ab bas karo ... mujhe aur sharminda mat karo aap ... please..." I said with some earnesty in my voice. Wiping the tears from her face, she forced a smile on her face, and said "Maine aapki baat sun li na Jignesh bhai ... ab ... ab aap meri baat nahi sunenge..." "Zaroor sunoonga, bhabhi ... zaroor sunoonga..." I said, wiping away my own tears irritably. I was quite irritated with myself now, since this little emotional melodrama had gone on for far too long now.
All I wanted was to feast on her milk-swollen breasts and fuck her; and here I was, shedding tears along with her. "Ab aap please uthiye..." I said to her with urgency, tugging at her shoulders. She complied immediately and raised herself to sit by my side on the couch once again. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapko der nahi ho rahi hai ... aapki baby..." looking at her questioningly. "Nahi Jignesh ... aap chinta mat karo ... main usko doodh pilaakar aayi thhi ... aur woh agar utth bhi gayi to Mayuri ben usko bottle se doodh pila degi..." she said matter or factly. Heaing her talk so freely about breast-feeding her baby, my cock gave another lurch inside my pants.
Her hands which were lying in my lap, felt the movement of my hardness inside my slacks, and she looked up at me quickly with an expression of understanding in her eyes. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, her fingers applying some pressure on the hard lump protruding from my slacks. I just let out a deep sigh and looked at her with an expression that conveyed my helplessness. She was sitting on my left side on the couch. Without a word, she pulled aside the pallu of her saree once again, and taking my hand in hers, pressed it to her swollen right breast again.
This time, my fingers automatically closed around the pliant yet firm flesh of her milk-filled breasts; and even when she let go off my hand, I did not remove my hand from her breast. Gazing into my eyes intently, she whispered softly "Blouse kholoon main, Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." correcting herself yet again. "Haan..." I managed to gasp somehow. Responding with alacrity, she tucked the parted pallu of her saree under her chin, and began to open the hooks of her tightly stretched blouse. I noted that she had started to open her blouse with the hook at the bottom, as against starting from top like most other women did. I figured it was on account of the fact that she was used to doing it that way when opening her blouse to breastfeed her baby.
My mouth was dry as I stared in rapt attention as the hooks came undone one by one. As the hooks of her blouse came undone and she opened the flaps of her tight blouse, I was presented with the sight of conservative white bra stretched to the limit by the disproportionately swollen breasts. The wet patch caused by her milk secretion from her lactating breasts that had permeated through to her blouse, was much bigger on her bra, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipple under the cotton fabric of her white nursing bra.
Still holding her chin down to keep the pallu from slipping over her torso, she glanced up at me as if checking my reaction. I met her eyes only for a fraction and inadvertently licked my dry lips. She'd worn her bra loose, ostensibly on the last hook of the strap, which probably made it easier for her to pull up the bra when feeding her baby. Even before my hungry eyes could get their fill of the sight of her bra-covered swollen breasts, she hunched her shoulders and slipping her fingers under the cup of her bra, pulled it up to bare those magnificent breasts to me.
My jaw dropped and my throat went dry at the sight presented to me. This had to be the most erotic pair of breasts I'd seen apart from those of the busty teenage Sejal; and I couldn't help but compare it to hers. Like Sejal, Alkha bhabhi's skin was incredibly fair. But that's where the similarities ended. While Sejal was plump with adolescent baby fat, Alka bhabhi was of a slender built. In spite of the two pregnancies, her waist would not have been more than 27" at the most.
Her belly was not taut and firm, as was to be expcted in a woman who'd delivered a child only 7 months back, but still was not flabby. In the sitting position, there were only two moderate folds on her fleshy belly. But what took the cake were those incredibly erotic breasts. As I've said numerous times earlier, they were swollen disproportionately on account of the milk they held. By the sight I could make out that her bra was only a regulation 34-C, but her breasts were swollen to a mouth watering 34-D cup now. They were obviously not naturally round shaped like Sejal's breasts were, but were still swollen towards the tip.
In other words, what would have been ripe 34-C mango-shaped breasts in her normal state were now swollen 34-D papaya shaped mammaries on account of her post-pregnant status. Inspite of being so heavy with milk, they did not sag but just rested heavily on her slender chest. The base of her breasts was smaller in comparison to the tips of them; which were swollen disproportionately like water filled balloons. The milky white alabaster complexion of the rest of her body was shared by her breasts too, and I could see the lines of blue veins under the skin.
Her bursting breasts were capped by a pair of mouth watering pinkish nipples, the same color as her lips. The rupee coin sized aereolas were only a shade darker than the fair complexion of her breasts. The wetness caused by the milk which had oozed out of her erect nipples made them glisten in the light, causing me to lick my lips as I gazed at them with unadulterated desire. Realizing that I was mesmerized by the sight of her milky white breasts, I pulled my eyes away to look at her face.
She was just looking at me with the same tender expression, continuing to hold the pallu of her saree parted with one hand, while holding the bra up with the other. What more could one ask for, I thought to myself, seeing the way this innocent lovely 27-year old housewife sat in front of me, baring her milky swollen breasts to me. Continuing to look into my eyes with a aroused yet shy expression, she involuntarily hefted her right breast in the palm of her hand and squeezed them gently; an action which caused a small drop of white milky fluid to ooze out of her erect nipple.
I had always fantasized about this moment, and my hand automatically squeezed my hardness through my slacks. Clearing her throat, she said in a low voice "Maine ... aane se pehle ... meri baby ko ... apna ... apna doodh nahi pilaaya thha ... maine usko bottle se doodh pilaaya thha..." continuing to gaze at me lovingly, even as she held her right tit cupped in her palm. "Main ... maine ... apna doodh aapke liye bacha ke rakha thha, Jignesh bhai..." she said in almost a whisper. "Aap ... aap mera doodh piyenge na, Jignesh bhai..." she asked in a husky whisper, straightening her back and offering me her cupped swollen breasts.
These were the words I'd been dying to hear, and with a groan I reached out and touched her hot milky breasts tenderly. At the touch of my hands, she sighed and lent forward, trying to press her breast into my hand. I ran my shivering hands all over her swollen breasts, feeling the hot flesh singe my palms. Part of me wanted to squeeze her breast-milk filled mammaries roughly, but I held myself back. Instead, I just slid my palm under her ripe breast and hefted them, feeling their heaviness, and ran my thumb around her erect glistening wet nipple.
Reaching out to touch my face with her slender fingers, she whispered with arousal "Aao ... Jignesh bhai ... meri god mein let jaao..." This was my fantasy coming true, and as she slid back on the couch and lifted her left leg on to the couch to create a comfortable lap for me to lie down in, I swallowed instinctively. With her hand gently supporting my head, I bent forward and lay down in her lap, pulling my legs up on to the couch in the process. She cradled my head in the crook of her arm and I was blessed with the feel of her hot full breasts brush against my cheek.
On a sudden thought, she said "Aap apna t-shirt utaar do, Jignesh bhai ... warna..." her eyes conveying the rest. With her help, I somehow pulled the t-shirt off my head, baring my muscular chest and torso to her view. Her eyes looked at my chest with desire, and she inadvertently touched my chest with her soft hands, her fingers tracing lines on my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the musky aroma of breastmilk assailed my nostrils, making my cock twitch with anticipation.
Cradling my head in her left arm, she leaned forward, and cupping her left swollen breast, squeezed it gently, her fingers moving in a sliding motion from the base of her breast to the swollen tip. As she did that, a drop of thin white fluid oozed out of her thick erect nipple. Then, to my complete arousal, she wiped the drop of breast milk from her nipple with her finger, and touched the finger to my lips! "Mera doodh, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a hoarse whisper, wetting my dry lips with her breast milk. "Bhabhi..." I groaned, and opened my mouth to suck on her finger.
It was watery, and tasted sweet; nothing likeI had ever tasted before. The taste was not entirely agreeable, but I was too aroused to care. Then to my amazement, she extracted a crumpled handkerchief from her waist, and squeezing her ripe breast repeatedly, made some of her breast milk squirt out of her turgid nipple on to the napkin. When I looked at her questioningly, she just smile shyly and said in a low voice "Thhoda sa nikaal doongi to acchha rahega..." I figured it was the same reason why cattle breeders discarded the first few squirts of milk when they milked a cow.
Discarding the napkin, she cupped her breast again and raising my head towards her swollen breasts, said "Ab pee lo, beta..." The motherly way in which she addressed me as 'beta' aroused me to know end. With a groan, I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple and began to greedily suckle on it. "Shhh..." she whispered, cradling my head and caressing my hair as I began the task of sucking on a young mother's breast milk for the first time in my life.
The milk was warm, and it was too watery and sweet for my liking, but I was beside myself with lust by now. I felt her arch her back, and let out a soft sigh of contentment, as she felt my mouth suck on her painfully swollen milk-laden breasts. She kept making soft cooing sounds, as if she was feeding her own infant. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out with my hand and cupped her free right breast. Squeezing them hard, I was rewarded by at first a little dribble, and then a sharp squirt of thin white breast milk land on my chest.
I shivered when the warm liquid landed on my chest, and letting go of her nipple, hissed "Sorry bhabhi..." "Shh ... koi baat nahi ... karo Jignesh bhai..." taking my hand and pressing it to her free right breast again. When I squeezed again, I saw her wince with pain and close her eyes. Alarmed I pulled my hand away. Opening her eyes, she smiled at me ever so tenderly, and said in a low whisper "Jab bahut zyaada doodh bhar jaata hai ... to ... thhoda sa dard hota hai ... is liye ... jab aise dabaakar ... ya chooskar ... doodh baahar nilaalte hain ... to bahut raahat milti hai..." by way of explanation. "Dariye mat, Jignesh bhai ... dabaaiye na..." she urged in a low whisper, guiding my hand to her breast again. Then to encourage me further, she herself cupped her right breast and squeezed it again in a pumping motion starting from the base and ending at the tip, causing a fresh squirt of her warm breast milk to spray on to my chest.
Seeing my body shiver at the feel of her milk falling on me, she asked quicky "Aapko ganda lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." stopping her squeezing of the breast. "Nahi bhabhi ... nahi ... please..." I hissed back. Hearing this, she smiled, and once again began to squeeze her milk out of those swollen breasts and spray them on my chest and belly. "Mere moonh par bhi, bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my eyes staring intently at the way the milk was being squeezed out of her delicious breasts. Sighing, she said softly "Aankh band kar leejiye, Jignesh bhai..." looking into my eyes.
Thinking that she was ashamed of me watching her squirt her milk on me like this, I closed my eyes, a touch disappointed. She seemed to read my mind, and leaning forward to rub her erect wet nipple on my lips, said softly "Agar mera doodh aapki aankho mein gira to aapki aankhe jalengi, Jignesh bhai ... isliye kaha maine..." "Oh bhabhi ... please ... ruko mat..." I groaned, reaching up to roughly fondle her swollen milk glands again. "Ssss..." she hissed, as she cupped both her breasts together, and squeezed them hard, sending squirts of the thin warm milk spraying on to my chest and face. I marveled at her concern for these little details, and opened my mouth to let out a content sigh of "Ahhh..." enjoying the sensation of my milk spraying my face.
My cock was rock hard by now, and as I reached down to squeeze it under my slacks, she caught my hand. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, there was an expression of lust in her eyes. "Bhabhi ... mera bhi ... ab bahut bhar gaya hai ... isliye taqleef ho rahi hai..." I said indicating that my cock was aching for a release now. "Jaanti hoon, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered softly " ... aapki yahi taqleef door karne ke liye to aapki bhabhi aapke paas aayi hai..." a very aroused look in her eyes. With these words, she reached down to my crotch, and gently rubbed her palm over the lump in my slacks.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic waist band of my slacks, she began to try to push it down. I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and lowering my slacks along with the boxers, with both my hands. My rock hard cock, free of the restraining confines, sprang out like an angry cobra and slapped against my belly. The swollen tip was crimson with blood, and it was glistening in the light with the copious amounts of pre-cum that I'd already secreted. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, her eyes gazing at my steely hard wet slimy cock with desire and arousal.
Raising my head again to press it against her breasts, she then took hold of my erect phallus in her soft hands, and began to rub it gently. "Bhabhiiiii..." I groaned, almost biting her nipples. "Haan beta..." she responded with passion, tightening her grip on my hard cock, and began to stroke it gently. Gazing down, I watched with raw lust, as her slender white fingers were wrapped around my thick shaft, and pumping it ever so gently; her glass bangles making a tinkling sound. Arching my back, I stretched out my arms, and lifted my hips off the bed, as if urging her to pump me faster.
To my complete arousal, she then began to spread the liberal amount of her breast milk that had fallen on my chest and was trickling down to my belly, all over my torso in a gentle massaging motion. With the same hand wet with her milk, she took hold of my cock and began to rub stroke my cock. "Aannhhh..." I groaned. "Ek minute, beta..." she whispered urgently, pushing my head off her lap. As I lifted my head, she slid herself away from under my head and stood up from the couch. As I lay back on the couch, I watched in rapt attention at the way her swollen breast dangled and swung.
She quickly knelt down on the floor next to my pelvis, and took hold of my cock lovingly. Then without a word, she dangled those mouthwatering milk swollen breasts of hers over my throbbing cock, and cupping them again, began to squirt her warm milk on to my cock! "Ohhh bhabhiii..." I almost cried out, reaching out with my hand to try and grab one of her breasts. She was completely engrossed in the task of pleasing me now, and did not even turn to look at me. Holding my throbbing cock with one hand, she cupped one of her full breasts with the other hand and sprayed squirt after squirt of searing hot breast milk on my cock.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 27

This was beyond my wildest imagination, and I just watched at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes with lust coursing through my veins. She was going from milestone to milestone now, and followed this by taking hold of my cock gently and rubbing it against her dripping breasts. Her milk had oozed out copiously from her lactating 34-D breasts, and as a result were slick to the touch. As she held my cock and slapped it lightly against her breasts, I could only imagine what a lucky bastard her worthless husband was. I was sure he'd have taught her to do all this.

Leaning forward further, she took hold of both her swollen breasts, and trapped my blood gorged cock in between them. The valley of her breasts, as well as my rampant cock, were well lubricated with a mix of my pre-cum and her breast milk, and as a result when she started to move her pendulous breasts up and down along the length of my shaft, they moved easily, lubricated as they were with both our body secretions. Her lips were parted now, and as she turned her head sideways to look at me, I let out a sigh of pleasure and helplessness.
Even as she was pumping my cock in between her breasts, she was continually squeezing both her breasts too, intermittently sending her milk squirting on to my cock and pelvis. This had to be my most erotic experience so far; the sight of this 27-year old young mother, her blouse open and hanging loose, and her bra pulled up above her milk-filled swollen breasts, servicing my cock my stroking them with her mammary glands! Letting go off my cock from in between her breasts, she took hold of it once again and began to rub it all over her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was an immensely sexy expression on her face as she rubbed my wet slimy cock on her face, and her breasts.
I was dying to feel her mouth on my cock, and grabbing her hand, groaned "Bhabhiiii..." Once again, it was as if she read my mind, and reaching out to take both my outstretched hands in hers, took my cock into her mouth! The manner, in which she did this, without the use of her hands, turned me on immensely, and I responded my lifting my hips off the bed, and pushing my cock deeper into her small red lipped mouth. She was herself aroused fully now, and was beginning to moan. She twisted her head from side to side, taking my cock into her mouth at all possible angles, all the while refraining from using her hands.
Her tongue was lashing my shaft, and she was adding to my excitement by suckling on the swollen tip also. The absolutely amazing manner in which she was sucking on my cock made it very evident that this was something she'd have to do for her husband very often. She was bobbing her head vigorously now, my cock touching the back of her slender throat each time she thrust her head down, while her hands were continuously manipulating my swollen balls. Unlike some of the other women, who'd let their saliva drool out while sucking cock, she was swallowing intermittently, making sure her saliva and my secretions never oozed out of her sucking mouth. It was simply incredible!
Lifting my torso off the couch and grabbing hold of the bun of her head, I groaned "Bhabhi ... bas ... mera..." indicating that if she continued this for any longer, I'd shoot my load into her mouth. Her chest heaving with the effort, she pulled her mouth off my cock, and said in a barely audible "Jignesh bhai ... aapne mera doodh piya hai ... to ... to main kya ... aapka nahi pee sakti..." This was by far the most erotic words I'd heard a woman utter, and my cock almost threatened to explode there and then. Stunned, I just watched this incredibly lovely fair 27-year old young mother. Kissing the swollen throbbing tip of my blood gorged cock almost reverently, she said again "Boliye na, Jignesh bhai ... nahi peene denge aap..."
Dazed, I managed to gasp "Bhabhi ... aap yeh kya keh rahi hain ... main ... kaise..." Continuing to kiss my cock with her lips, she said in a low voice "Warna mera aur aapka rishta adhoora hi rahega, Jignesh bhai ... aap aapki Alka bhabhi ko pyaar nahi karte..." her eyes moist with emotion again. "Haan bhabhi ... please..." I mumbled. "Aapke liye ye karna ... mera saubhagya hoga, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a low earnest tone. I couldn't believe my ears. This lovely innocent woman was telling my in the chastest of languages that she wanted to drink my cum!
I reached out to touch her face with my fingers, and dazed at the utter in credulousness of what she was saying, gasped "Haan ... bhabhi ... haan..." Something like a smile of relief flickered on her face, before she closed her eyes and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she was worshiping it. This was any man's dream come true; to have a woman like her not only suck on your cock, but also be willing to swallow your semen! Just the thought of what was happening, coupled with the intense feeling of her mouth sucking on my cock, send my cum blasting out of the swollen tip of my mouth. As my ejaculation hit against the back of her throat, she let out a deep throat moan of "Ummmhhhhh..."
Grabbing my thighs, she began to swallow, as wad after wad of my thick boiling jism splattered the insides of her slender mouth. Her throat constricted, and she gagged once or twice involuntarily, but to her credit, she kept her mouth tightly clamped around my erupting cock, and swallowed every single drop of semen that I'd send spurting into her willing mouth. As my ejaculation subsided, she slowly took my quivering wet cock out of her mouth, and held in in her hand. I was lying outstretched on the couch, my head thrown back, but my hips jerked involuntarily once or twice, causing the last of my semen to dribble out from the slit of my crimson swollen cock head. Without any hesitation, she stuck out her tongue, and proceeded to lick that up too.
I was both emotionally and physically drained and collapsed on the couch in a dead heap. I managed to look at her face since I was curious to see her reaction to my having come in her mouth. Her tightly combed hair was in disarray, many strands having come loose of the bun, and her sindhoor too was smeared. Her lips and chin were wet and slimy with my cum and her saliva, and it was an incredibly erotic experience to see her in this condition. Never had I expected this chaste 27-year old young housewife to give me two firsts of my life; one, giving me a taste of breast milk, and second, swallowing my boiling hot semen!
There was no hint of any displeasure or disgust on her face, and when she saw me looking at her, she smiled shyly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was still holding on to my cock gingerly, which was rapidly losing its hardness. "Oh Alka bhabhi..." I said, still breathing heavily from my intense orgasm, extending my arms to her. With a smile, she got up from where she'd been kneeling next to my crotch, and came to sit near my head. As I lifted my torso off the couch to allow her to sit at the head, my eyes were riveted to the way her ripe papaya shaped milk-filled breasts swung freely.
It was only when I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead that I realized that my face was sticky. It suddenly came to me that all the breast milk that had sprayed on to my face and chest when I was fondling and sucking on her tits, had caked dry and had made my face and chest sticky to touch. It felt dirty yet arousing at the same time. As she settled down to sit on the couch once again and pulled up her legs to sit cross legged, I rested my head in her lap. She cradled my head in her arms lovingly and held me against her swollen bosoms. Not having the energy to do anything more, I simply enjoyed the feel of her warm swollen breasts, slimy with her milk and my pre-cum.
The strong musky odor of her breastmilk mixed with my pre-cum assailed my nostrils. For some inexplicable reason, I found that odor erotic too. She'd not spoken a word, and was just watching me with genuine affection in her eyes. I lay like that in her lap for a long time, allowing my body to cool down and my breathing to come back to normal. Clearing my throat, I said "Bhabhi ... main nahi jaanta ki aapko main ... thank you kaise kahun ... mai to bas..." "Shhh ... Jignesh bhai..." she said interrupting me " ... aap kucch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai..." touching her slender fingers to my lips.
Reaching up, I caressed the swell of her breasts from below, and kissed them softly, whispering "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you..." In response, she just bent down towards my face and kissed me softly on the lips, allowing her tongue to run along my lips. When she pulled her lips away, I asked "Bhabhi ... ab aap mujhe phir kab milengi ... aap mujhse dubaara milne aayengi na..." the apprehension evident in my voice. "Arre, Jignesh bhai ... aap kyun aisi baate kar rahe ho ... maine to apna tan aur man aapko saunp diya hai ... yeh to mere aur aapke rishte ki shuruaat hai ... aap jab bhi mujhe yaad karoge ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." she said seriously, every word uttered in dead earnest.
Had these things been said by any other woman, I'd have taken it with a pinch of salt. But she, like my dear Kalpana aunty, seemed like a genuinely warm person. She seemed to want to say something, but was hesitating for some reason. I waited patiently for her to get her thoughts together. Finally, she said, albeit tentatively "Jignesh bhai ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to ... main ab jaaoon..." her eyes pleading. "Haan bhabhi ... ab aap jaaiye ... kucch waqt ke liye main sab kucch bhool gaya thha..." I replied, squeezing her hands gently.
She was still stalling, as if unsure of how to say what she wanted to. Gathering some courage, she began "Aaj to mere aur aapka milan adhoora reh gaya ... lekin ... agli baar jab hum milenge ... to aap ise poora karenge na..." For a moment, I couldn't comprehend the meaning of what she was saying, spoken as it was in very chaste language. "Aap mujhe iska mauka denge na, Jignesh bhai..." she urged, when she did not get any response from me. Finally it dawned upon me that she was referring to the fact that we'd not had an actual sexual intercourse yet.
It was then that it occurred to me that in spite of all that we'd done, I had not even seen her naked below her waist yet, let alone touch her anywhere else. So mesmerized had I been by the fact that I was actually feeding on her lactating breasts that I'd not even thought of fucking her. Reaching out to caress her swollen milky breasts that were pressed against my head, I looked into her eyes and said "Mauka to mujhe aapse maangna chaahiye, bhabhi..." my eyes conveying that I was not joking. She just managed a shy smile when she heard my words, and replied "Main din mein ghar par akeli hi rehti hoon ... aapka jab man kare ... aap..." she said, letting her eyes convey the rest.
Content with my accomplishments for the day, I let out a contented sigh. Getting up from her lap, I was suddenly conscious of my nudity. As I was pulling on my boxers, she too suddenly became the state of undress she was in, her saree in disarray, her blouse open, and the bra pulled up above her full lush mammary glands. We exchanged shy glances as both of us began to put our clothes in order. The wonderful woman that she was, she offered to make tea for me before she left, an offer which I gratefully accepted. After the warm glow of my intense orgasm had worn of, there was awkwardness between us. As a result, we were both extremely formal to each other. After finishing the tea, she took leave of me.
As I opened the door for her, she slipped into her worn sandals. At the door, she paused, and turned around to look at me again. With a heartfelt sigh and a shake of her head, she took hold of my hand and came inside again. Closing the door herself, she turned around and flung herself into my arms, burying her face into my chest, her lush ripe breasts quashed against my torso. I just held her in my arms tightly, and not a word was exchanged between us, the embrace conveying our mutual feelings. With some reluctance, she pulled away from the lingering embrace, and giving my hand a parting squeeze, left for her house. Closing the door behind her, I headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, to wash away the traces of my kinky yet erotic sexual encounter, with the lovely Alka bhabhi.
After a hot shower, I hit the bed. I slept through the rest of the evening and woke up only around 6:30 pm. With all the exercise I had been getting these days, I didn't feel the need for a workout. So I decided to go for a jog in the evening, something I'd not done for a while. Changing into a pair of shorts and a sweat-shirt, I pulled on my running shoes and headed out for a run. After working up a good sweat running for nearly 30 minutes, I reached home, feeling tired yet fresh. It was nearing 7:30 pm, and as I opened the door, I noticed that a small piece of paper had been slid under the door when I was away. Intrigued, I picked up the piece of paper. It was a note from Mayuri ben, written in her classical college teacher hand writing. It read "Dear Jignesh beta, please call as soon as you see this. Yours, Mayuri aunty" I reckoned she'd come here when I was away on my run, and not finding me at home, had left the note.
Curious, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. After a few rings, Seema didi answered the phone. "Hello didi..." I said cheerfully, aunty had left a note asking me to call. "Oh ... yes Jignesh bhai..." she answered in a somewhat hesitant voice that I just couldn't place " ... one minute, I'll give the phone to mummy..." she said. After a few second, Mayuri ben came on the line. "Thank you for calling, beta..." she said in her heavy voice "I'd tried calling you earlier, but I think you were not at home ... so I came to your place also ... but the door was locked..." "Oh, sorry to have missed you aunty..." I said politely " ... I'd gone for a jog ... I just got back..."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she continued "Accha beta ... the reason I called is..." pausing for a moment again " ... Amisha had been asking me permission to go and spend the night with one of her friends for a long time now ... so today I thought I will allow her..." she said in a somewhat uncertain voice. Wondering where this conversation was headed, I waited patiently. "So ... today ... I and Seema are alone at home ... and I was wondering if ... if you would like to come here ... and ... and spend the night with us..." she finished, her tone expectant. "Oh..." I muttered, my brain working furiously. The lusty 48-year old Mayuri ben had sent her younger daughter away, and cleared the scene for me to spend the night at her place.
Needless to say, I was enthralled at the prospects. "Umm ... aunty ... but do you think Seema didi wouldn't mind that..." I asked, deciding to play the reluctant boy role to perfection. "Oh no, beta ... why would Seema mind ... she would love to have you here ... don't you know by now that she loves you as much as I do ... may be more..." she replied instantly. Sensing my hesitation, she added in a hushed tone "Beta ... Alka came here on the way back from your place ... and ... she told me how kind you were to her..."
Then as if unsure of what she was able to say next, she continued "And beta ... when I asked her ... she also told me ... that ... you did not ... I mean ... did not do it with her..." It took me a fraction of a second to register what she was trying to convey. I could imagine how the brazen Mayuri ben would've quizzed poor Alka bhabhi, and coaxed the gory details from her. "Beta ... are you there..." she asked, my silence unsettling her. "Uh ... yes, aunty..." I said. "So beta ... I thought ... umm ... I thought that perhaps you will feel better if you come here ... and spend the night with me and Seema..." she added, in a tone that was seductive as well as compassionate.
I couldn't help but marvel at the way this lusty 48-year old woman's brain worked. She was talking about my sexual needs the way other mature women would talk about my basic needs like food & shelter. It was as if she'd taken it upon herself to feed my sexual hunger. "You'll come na, beta..." she asked in a seductive tone, trying her level best to convince me. "Umm ... ok aunty ... if you say so..." "Oh, wonderful..." she exclaimed gleefully, cutting me off. "Then you have dinner with us, ok beta ... we're both waiting for you..." she said in a pleased voice.
Mumbling my assent, I hung up the phone. Kalpana aunty was supposed to bring me my dinner as always, and I was wondering what excuse I'd cook up today for declining her tiffin. I called her up all the same, and explained to her that I'd been invited by one of my friends for dinner at his house, and therefore she need not bring the tiffin. The disappointment in her voice was evident as she said "Oh ... ok beta ... I was thinking of calling you here for dinner ... in fact Jatin bhai was telling me to call you ... and Jigna was also looking forward to seeing you..." I sighed under my breath, torn between the choices I had before me for the night. I too was looking forward to seeing the hot Jigna after she'd returned from her picnic.
Taking a decision quickly, I said "Oh aunty ... that's so nice of you ... but my friend had been calling me home for so many days now ... there was just no way I could refuse today..." trying my best to sound sincere. "But I promise I'll come there tomorrow, aunty..." I added for good measure. "Oh that will be wonderful, beta..." she replied, seeming sufficiently mollified. "Do say hi to Jigna, aunty..." I said before I hung up the phone. Having taken care of that little issue, I quickly showered to wash off the sweat I had worked up.
My cock had taken a real pounding today, and I was a little apprehensive of how well it'd be able to perform tonight. On a sudden inspiration, I grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge and downed it quickly. Red Bulls were something of a rarity those days, and I was lucky to have a little stock of it in my fridge thanks to one of my friend's dad who'd just returned from an overseas trip. Praying that the ginseng-based drink would live up its claim of improving one's stamina, I headed for Mayuri ben's house.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
Feeling the lump in my pants with her thick fingers, she smiled at me seductively, a merry twinkle in her bespectacled eyes. Caressing my hardness through the thick fabric of my khakis, she said huskily "I can feel it beta ... how you feel..." her fingers gently squeezing my hardness. "Oh aunty..." I whispered, turned on immensely by her gesture. "I can't help it whenever I am near you, aunty..." I said softly, a helpless expression on my face. "I know, beta ... I know..." she said in a low voice, continuing to caress my hardness through my pants
"I know that you are more attracted to me ... than Seema..." Continuing to gaze at me with that loving expression, she continued "I take that as a huge compliment, beta ... this..." once again squeezing my hardening member through my khakis " ... and that's why I've invited you to spend the night with both of us ... I know that you need me also ... and that ... having me also there with you ... will help you ... umm ... perform better..." she added, slightly embarrassed at what she herself was saying. My cock gave an involuntary lurch inside my khakis on hearing how this 48-year old mature woman was inviting me to fuck her and her daughter together!
I had no idea this was what her plan was, since I was under the impression that it was just going to be me spending the night with Seema alone. My heartbeat went up noticeably when I realized that tonight was actually going to be a threesome with Mayuri ben and her 23-year old daughter Seema! "Ohh aunty..." I groaned " ... yes, it will mean a great deal to me also ... if you're there ... I will need your guidance, aunty ... to..." my voice hoarse, even as I placed my hand over hers in my lap and pressed it to my hardness.
"Yes, beta ... I know..." she said reassuringly " ... and I promise you tonight will be the best night you've ever had in your life..." her voice too husky with the arousal she too possibly felt at the thought of having a young stud like me in her bed along with her young daughter. "Come, beta..." she said huskily, getting up from the sofa and pulling me by the hand " ... Seema will be waiting for you..." I got up and followed her meekly, pulled along by her hand.
As I followed Mayuri ben, and entered their master bedroom, I saw Seema didi sitting on the bed, with her knees bent and pulled up towards her bosom. Upon seeing us, she got up from the bed and came towards me, her anklets making a soft jingling sound. The bedroom was dimly lit, with only an old night lamp on in once corner. The curtains were drawn, though the ventilators on top of the windows were left open to let the cool outside air come in. On the whole, it was a very romantic ambiance in the room, with the fan rotating at a moderate speed, causing the curtains to billow intermittently.
As Seema didi came towards me, she went down on her knees and touched my feet. "What are you doing, didi..." I exclaimed, bending forward instantly to hold her by her shoulders and pull her up. "Aashirwaad do usse, beta..." Mayuri ben said softly from my side " ... ki usko zindagi mein aage chalkar sukh mile ... aur ek acchha pati bhi..." Raising her head to look at me as Mayuri ben said these words, Seema didi gazed at me with her big round moist eyes.
This display of devotion and love was too much for me to take, and with a groan I pulled Seema didi to her feet. On an impulse, I pulled her towards me and hugged her tightly; unmindful of the fact that Mayuri ben was also in the room. As her head rested against my shoulder, and I felt her firm heavy breasts under the saree press against my chest, I kissed her gently on her head and said softly "Main kaun hota hoon aapko aashirwaad dene wall, didi ... main to ... main to bas yeh dua karoonga ... ki bhagwaan aapko har wo khushi de ... jo aapko milni chaahiye..." my voice hoarse with emotion.
Seema didi just shivered, and wrapped her hands around my back, holding on to me tightly. As I glanced at Mayuri ben, I saw her quickly wipe a tear that had rolled down her cheek. After all, perhaps this woman was not the heartless slut that I'd thought she was, I thought to myself. With a gently smile, she too approached us, and wrapped her thick fleshy arms around both of us. We stood like that for a moment; all three of us lost in our own private thoughts. After a while, I pulled away from both of them awkwardly.
Taking my hand, Mayuri ben led me to the bed, and said softly "Aao beta..." her eyes conveying that she wanted me to get on to the bed. The bed was a full-sized double bed, and they had put a fresh white sheet on the bed. As if in preparation for the night, three old but comfortable pillows were propped up at the head of the bed, encased with matching white pillow covers. As I settled down on the bed, my back resting against the pillow at the head of the bed, Mayuri ben began to take off her plain white saree. As I watched her, my mouth dry with anticipation, she looked at Seema didi and said to her gently "Tu pan saadi kaadhi naakh, beta..." in her native tongue, indicating that she wanted her daughter also to take off her saree. "Haa, mummy..." Seema didi replied in a soft whisper, glancing once at me, before pulling her eyes away.

To Be Continued..

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Part - 28

My stiff cock hardened further when I heard this mature lady tell her daughter to remove her saree, in front of me. My breath quickening, I watched with rapt attention as first Mayuri ben, and then Seema didi proceeded to undbang the saree from their bodies. Mayuri ben's humungous 42-D mature breasts encased in that old fashioned white blouse came to my view first, as she removed the saree completely and dropped in on the floor near the bed. The matching white petticoat which she wore underneath was tied well below her huge flabby belly, and her deep navel was on display for me between the fleshy folds of her belly.

Seema didi on the other hand, was avoiding looking at me, as she too quickly untied her maroon chiffon saree from her body. As she also dropped her saree, albeit carefully, on a chair next to the bed, I was presented with the sight of her magnificent firm, fleshy and heavy set body clad only in her maroon blouse and matching petticoat. Her firm 34-C breasts seemed to be straining to come out of her rather tight blouse, and her belly although not exactly flat, had just the right amount of flesh on it.
As Mayuri ben got on the bed, and settled down with her back towards the headrest, right next to me, Seema didi stood there tentatively, in only her blouse and petticoat looking incredibly sexy in the dim light, her dangling earrings, the elaborate necklace, and those bangles on her hands, glittering mildly in the dim light. Mayuri ben nodded to her, and she came towards the bed, and slid up on it, to sit next to me. Not knowing what to do next, and my heart thudding in my chest at this incredible set up, I turned to look at Mayuri ben, a helpless expression in my eyes.
"Lie down, beta..." she said to me gently, pushing me down. I slid forward on the bed, and lay down stiffly, my head resting on the comfortable firm cotton pillow. "Ek minute, beta..." she said to me softly, and leaning forward began to pull my t-shirt off my torso. Paralyzed with excitement, I mutely raised my hand and allowed her to peel off my t-shirt from my torso. Dropping it on the floor alongside her discarded saree, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy palm on my well-muscled chest, and said softly "Remember, beta ... we both love you very much..." her hot breath against mine. "Aai jaa, beta..." she said to Seema didi gently, beckoning to her to come closer to me.
As Seema didi complied and slid towards me on the bed, still sitting sideways, with her feet bent at the knees. In this position, she was sitting on my left side, facing me, with her back towards me feet. Mayuri ben on the other hand, was sitting on my right side, with her back towards the headrest of the bed, and her feet stretched out towards the foot of the bed. A silent nod was exchanged between mother and daughter, as Mayuri ben cradled my head in her thick arms, and bending towards me, kissed me full on my lips. "Oh beta..." she moaned softly, as she caressed my cheeks and thrust her thick wet tongue into my mouth.
"Unnhh..." I moaned under my breath, as I felt Mayuri begin to tongue my mouth passionately, her heavy mammoth breasts in the blouse, resting heavily on my shoulder. Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the lusty Mayuri ben kissing me, I felt Seema didi also bend forward, and placing her palm on my taut belly, begin to kiss my chest. "Unnhh..." I moaned again, as I felt Seema didi begin to place soft tender kisses on my chest and belly, and then to my intense arousal, beginning to run her tongue along my chest and nipples.
My arms were pinned down on either side of me by both these women leaning on me, and I had no choice but to lie there and enjoy the sensation. The 48-year old mammoth-breasted mother tonguing my mouth passionately, while the 23-year old firm-breasted daughter was kissing and licking my chest, paying special attention to my tiny erect nipples. Pulling her mouth away from mine, Mayuri ben said softly to Seema didi "Come her, beti..." Seema didi straightened from where she was bent over my chest, and slid forward toward my face, still sitting on the bed on her knees. "Take off your necklace, beti ... otherwise it will hurt Jignesh..." she said gently.
I couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this lusty 48-year old widow was. As Seema didi reached behind her neck to undo the clasp of her elaborate necklace, Mayuri ben looked down at me fondly from where she was half lying by my side, and holding my head propped up in her fleshy arms. Placing the necklace on the chair which was lying next to the bed, Seema didi slid forward towards me again on her knees. She glanced at her mother once, as if asking for some permission, and then getting the signal to go ahead from her mother, she bent forward and gently kissed me on my mouth.
She cupped my face with both her hands, and kissed me gently. The contrast in the way she kissed me couldn't be more evident. While Mayuri ben had thrust her tongue into my mouth, and kissed me wantonly, Seema didi seemed to gently probe my lips with her tongue, as if seeking permission to open my mouth. With a groan, I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues intertwined, she moaned softly, and began to kiss me with passion, albeit gently.
Mayuri ben, who was still cradling my head in her arms, was watching us fondly, and then began to gently caress my chest with her thick pudgy hands. As I closed my eyes, and kissed Seema didi, Mayuri ben slid her hand down my torso, till it eventually came to rest on my erection protruding through my khaki pants. Placing her palm on my hardness through my pant, she squeezed it gently, eliciting another moan from me. Feeling my body shudder when Mayuri ben squeezed my cock, Seema pulled her lips away gently and sat up again. Her thick lips were parted, and some of the subtle lipstick she'd applied had come off, deposited on my lips instead.
She was breathing a little faster now, and I could see how sexy she looked with a few strands of her tightly tied hair in disarray and her firm bosom encased so tightly inside her blouse, heaving gently. "Didi..." I said huskily, extracting my left hand from where it was trapped between her legs and my hips, and reaching out to touch her breasts. Sensing what I needed, she leant forward again, and taking my hand in hers, pressed it against the firm flesh of her round 34-C breasts inside the blouse & bra.
Seeing this, Mayuri ben extracted her arm from under my head, where she'd been cradling my head, and sat up on the bed. Turning to her daughter, she said "Have blouse kaadhi naakh, dikra..." in her native tongue, indicating that she wanted her daughter to take off her blouse now. The way Mayuri ben was instructing her daughter on what to do and when, was turning me on immensely, and I turned to look at her with an expression of lust. She looked at me and smiled that same fond smile of her. Continuing to smile, she began to unbutton the hooks of her own blouse too, even as Seema too started to do the same.
Lying on the bed like this, in between these two voluptuous women, a mother and her own daughter, watching them as they opened the hooks of their blouse, a little shiver went through my spine. Mayuri ben was the first to take off her blouse, and as she pulled it down her sleeves and dropped it on the floor, I was presented with the sight of her incredibly large 42-D breasts struggling to remain confined inside that matronly old-fashioned white bra of hers. In contrast, Seema didi, who had also managed to take off her blouse now, was clad in a black bra, her 34-C rounded breasts, firm and heavy in her lacy black bra.
I licked my lips inadvertently, as I watched these two contrasting pair of bra-clad breasts. "Bra pan kaadhi naakhoon, mummy..." Seema didi asked her mother in almost a whisper, her eyes darting shyly to mine. Feeling Mayuri ben's gaze on mine, I turned to look at her. There was a questioning smile on her face, as if she was seeking my opinion on the matter. I just nodded my head. Smiling, she looked at her daughter and said gently "Haa beta ... kaadhi naakh..." The manner in which Mayuri ben was in control of her daughter amazed me, and it showed the kind of control she had over her 23-year old daughter.
As Seema didi reached behind her back to open the hooks of her bra, I was surprised to see Mayuri ben also do the same. Pulling off her bra from her shoulders, Mayuri ben bared those huge flabby mountainous breasts of hers to my view again. I saw Seema didi also glance at her mother's breasts with a hint of envy, as Mayuri ben hefted one of her heavy volleyball sized mature sagging breasts in her hand, and fed it to me. With a groan, I took hold of the heavy hanging flesh of her tits, and opening my mouth clamped my mouth around the proferred pencil thick erect nipple.
At the same time, as my face by buried in the mammary flesh of Mayuri ben, and I was starting to suck ardently on them, I felt Seema didi take my left hand in hers, and press it to her bared breasts also. Pulling my face away from Mayuri ben's breasts, I looked at Seema didi. She was gazing at me intently, as she pressed my palm to the firm flesh of her heavy rounded 34-C breasts. The contrast of the feel of their breasts couldn't be any starker; Mayuri ben's 42-D mammaries feeling soft and saggy, while Seema didi's 34-C ones feeling firm and hard.
Having both these women's tits to play with, I was in seventh heaven. Spoilt for choice, I decided to shift my attention to Seema didi, since she seemed to be beseeching me to pay attention to her tits, the way she was holding my hands pressed to them. I nodded to her imperceptibly, and she immediately leant forward, dangling her firm heavy breasts in front of my face for me to suck on.
With a moan, I slid my tongue out, and began to lick on Seema didi's breasts. I did not start to suck on her nipples immediately, instead focused on caressing her right breast with my hand, while I ran my tongue all over the rounded flesh of her left breast, licking the underside. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she cried softly, as she felt me making love to her breasts with my tongue, and her hands clutched my hair. Not to be left out, Mayuri ben too breathed "Yes, dikra..." and leaning forward clutched one of her heavy dangling mammaries and began to rub them on my face.
Maddened with lust, I clutched one each of their fantastic breasts in my hand, and began to alternately lick and suck on them, moaning with lust continuously. Closing my eyes, as I went berserk on their breasts, I tried to picturize the scene. Me lying on the bed, with a 48-year old mature woman and her 23-year old daughter on either side of me, stripped of their blouse and bra, and feeding me their magnificent, though contrasting breasts! I felt Seema didi clutch my hair harder, as I feasted on her breasts, while Mayuri ben kept uttering gurgling noises from her throat. Her hand slid down my body again, and I felt her fingers starting to unhook the buckle of my trousers.
Sliding her fingers inside my trousers after pulling down the zip of my fly, she felt my rigid shaft through the underwear, as if testing if it was hard enough. Seemingly satisfied, she pulled her hand away and gently patted Seema didi on her bare back, as she was sitting on her knees bent forward, feeding me her breasts, her eyes closed in rapture. Feeling Mayuri ben's touch on her back, Seema opened her eyes and straightened. As I looked at Mayuri ben questioningly, she asked me gently "Are you ready now, beta..." Not fully comprehending the meaning of her question, I still mumbed a "Yes, aunty..."
With a smile, she turned to Seema and said to her softly "Have aamnu pant kaadhi naakh, beta..." indicating that she wanted Seema to take off my pants. Hearing this, Seema glanced at me, a searching look in her eyes. When I nodded my assent, she too nodded back and quickly slid down on the bed towards my feet. Still on her knees, she reached forward to hook her fingers at the waist of my khaki trousers, and gently pulled it off. Seeing the bulge caused by my erect shaft inside my white underwear, she glanced at me first with a look of desire, and then turned to look at Mayuri ben. Anticipating her question, Mayuri ben said with a smile "Haa, beta ... e pann..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to remove my underwear also.
Almost reverently, Seema didi hooked her fingers under the elastic of my underwear, and gently slid it down my thighs. I helped her by lifting my hips off the bed, and my hard cock sprang out like an angry cobra, slapping against my belly. Even before Seema didi had managed to extract my underwear from my ankles, Mayuri ben reached out and took hold of my hard cock in her thick pudgy hands. She was also sitting on her knees now by my side facing me, and as her thick fingers closed around the girth of my ramrod like cock, she cooed "Jo to Seema ... ketlo mast chhe ne Jignesh beta no laudo..." which meant she was telling how good my hard cock looked.
"Haa, mummy..." Seema said in almost a whisper, her eyes riveted to my throbbing hard cock. My swollen cock head had slipped out of the foreskin, largely due to the liberal amount of pre-cum I had already secreted, and the helmet shaped purple tip was wet and shiny. Even before I could react, Mayuri ben bent forward suddenly, and with a throaty moan, took the swollen blood-gorged tip of my cock into her mouth. "Auntieeee..." I groaned as I felt her wet mouth close around the tip of my cock, and her thick tongue began to lash against the sensitive tip of my cock.
Seema didi watched with an inflamed look in her eyes, as her lusty mother sucked on the tip of my cock ardently. I thought I saw a tinge of envy in her eyes. Feeling my eyes, on her she turned to look at me. "Didi..." I whispered to her, reaching out for her with my left hand. With a sigh, she took hold of my hand in hers, and once again pressed it to her heavy firm breasts, and whispered "Yes Jignesh bhai, I will..." her eyes telling me that she was just waiting for her turn. Mayuri ben was going berserk on my cock now, and by now she had taken in almost the entire length of my hard cock in her mouth.
As she bobbed her head up and down furiously, making the tip of my cock touch against her larynx each time she took it in, she kept emitting low throaty grunts of "Ummmhh ... Ummmhh..." Maddened with lust, I reached out with my right hand and grabbed hold of her hair which was tied in a bun. Grabbing the bun, I began to roughly push her head down on my cock, making her to take my cock deeper and deeper. I knew she liked it rough, and when I pushed her head down on my swollen cock, she just opened her mouth wider and actually took it into her cavernous throat, her nose buried in the thatch of my crinkly pubic hair. Her hands were fondling my swollen balls at the same time, and she seemed intent on sucking me off there and then.
Afraid that I might come in her mouth, I grabbed her hair by the bun again, and pulled her head up, saying "Please ... aunty ... I won't be able to..." Hearing my pleading tone, she slid her mouth off my cock, and sat up. Her mammoth chest heaving, she looked at me through those gold-rimmed glasses of hers and smiled. "You are so sweet, beta..." she sighed, taking my hand in hers and pressing it to the pendulous flesh of her hanging mammaries. I wondered what is it that she'd found 'sweet' about someone who'd just grabbed her head and thrust it down his cock only a few moments back.
Turning to Seema who'd been silently watching all this, she said huskily "Chaal dikra ... have taaro waar chhe..." indicating that it was now Seema didi's turn to suck on my cock. As Seema didi slid forward on her knees towards my cock, Mayuri ben reached out and cupping one of her huge pendulous breasts, squeezed it roughly. That was an indication how turned on she was. She watched with concentration on her face, as Seema didi bent forward almost reverently and took hold of my cock gently. Holding my throbbing cock which was wet and slimy with my pre-cum and Mayuri ben's saliva, she looked at me.
"Yes, didi..." I said to her hoarsely, nodding my head. With a soft sigh, she bent forward and began to lick the tip of my cock. Unlike Mayuri ben, who'd simply taken my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it wantonly, Seema didi went about it almost leisurely, as if savoring the taste and feel of my cock. Sticking out her thick pink tongue, she ran it along the shaft many times, paying special attention to the underside of my cock. Then looking at it intently, she ran her tongue along the swollen tip, as if tasting it. Unable to bear this teasing treatment she was giving my cock, I shivered, and reaching out, grabbed one of Mayuri ben's mammoth sagging breasts and squeezed it roughly.
She seemed to like it, and responded by moaning "Yes, beta..." leaning forward to dangle her breasts closer to me. Seema didi glanced at me once, and then with a sigh opened her mouth to take my swollen cock head into her mouth. Taking just the tip of my cock into her mouth, she began to suck on it like a lollipop, running her tongue on it inside her mouth. "Yes didi ... yes..." I hissed, as Mayuri ben too watched in rapt attention the loving treatment Seema was giving my cock. "Haa beta, choos..." she urged her daughter in a throaty voice, reaching out with her hand to stroke Seema didi's head.
The lascivious way in which Mayuri ben was urging her daughter to suck on my cock thrilled me, and I fell back on the pillow with a groan. Mayuri ben then got up from the bed, and walked towards the foot of the bed. As I watched her attentively, she knelt down at the foot of the bed heavily. Seema didi to paused her sucking of my cock, and looked at mother curiously. "Ek takiyo aap ne, beta..." she asked Seema didi, instructing her to hand her a pillow. Flustered, Seema didi reached out and handed her one of the three pillows which were lying on the bed.
Taking the pillow from her hand, Mayuri ben glanced at me with a smile and said "Raise your hips, beta..." Understanding dawning in my eyes, I lifted my hips off the bed and allowed Mayuri ben to slide the pillow under by butt. With my butt elevated by the pillow under my hips, she took hold of my outstretched legs and gently pushed it up. Realizing what her mother had in mind, Seema didi too helped me lift my legs and bend it at the knees, baring my ass to her mother. As she glanced at me, I threw her a gaze which conveyed my discomfiture. She gave me a reassuring smile, and squeezing my hand, mouthed silently "It's ok ... just relax..."
Not in a position to do anything else but enjoy, I fell back on the pillow again with a sigh. With a little moan, Mayuri ben took hold of both my thighs from below, and began to run her thick wet tongue along the underside of my swollen balls. I groaned and inadvertently sucked my stomach in, clenching the muscles of my ass. Seema didi watched in rapt attention, as her mother tongued my balls. Her hands reached out and took hold of my swollen cock, and began to stroke them gently again.
I squirmed on the bed, thrilled by the feel of Mayuri ben's tongue on my cum-filled balls, and reached to cup and squeeze one of Seema didi's heavy breasts with my free left hand. She hardly noticed it and continued to watch in rapt attention at the way her mother was going about licking and sucking on my swollen balls. Sliding her head down further, Mayuri ben then began to run her tongue on the puckered hole of my anus! "Auntiee..." I almost shouted, my hips jerking spasmodically as I felt her wet tonge on my arse hole. "Umm..." she responded, grabbing hold of my hips, and burying her face in my ass, tonguing my anus wantonly.
My legs went taut, and I had to grab hold of them under my knees to prevent them from thrashing about. Pulling her mouth away from my ass momentarily, Mayuri ben said to her daughter "Tu emno choos, dikra..." asking her to continue sucking on my cock even as she tongued my ass. Seema didi complied instantly, and with a soft sigh, took my cock in her wet mouth again. Closing her lips around my shaft, she began to suck on my cock head, and sliding her head down on my cock taking more of it into her mouth.
As for me, I just lay there on the bed, violently squirming, helpless except to enjoy this exquisite feeling of the 48-year old mature slut licking and tonguing my virgin asshole, while her 23-year old daughter took my rigid cock in her mouth and sucked on it lovingly. Unable to bear the sensations I was undergoing any more, I hissed through clenched teeth "Auntie ... please stop ... or I'll come..." my voice almost pleading. Hearing my plea, she stopped and with one final kiss on my ass, stood up. Seema didi too had sat up, and wiping her mouth where some of her saliva had dribbled down the sides of her mouth, with the back of her hand, watched me expectantly.
Padding towards the head of the bed again, her heavy pendulous breasts swaying, she came and sat down near my chest. Looking down at my face with a loving yet aroused expression, she asked in a husky voice "Did you enjoy that, beta..." "Oh yes, auntie ... I ... I loved it..." I gasped. Turning to Seema, she said to her gently "Beta, now you go and do that for Jignesh..." Aghast, I grabbed hold of Mayuri ben's hand and said urgently "No, aunty ... no ... I can't take any more of that, please..." Seema, who upon hearing her mother's instruction, had gotten up from the bed, also paused. "Oh beta..." cooed Mayuri ben, caressing my face " ... are you ready to fuck Seema now..." her husky voice thick with lust. Thrilled at the manner in which this lusty mature woman was asking me if I was ready to fuck her daughter, I just gasped "Yes, aunty ... yes..."
Turning to her daughter, Mayuri ben said matter of factly "Have naagi thhai ja, beta..." indicating that she wanted her to take off her remaining clothes. Seema didi, who'd been just a silent spectator for a while now, blushed violently when she heard this, and the color leapt to her fleshy cheeks. Standing near the foot of the bed from where I could see her fully, she began to untie the cord of her petticoat that held it at her waist. As she undid the cord and loosened the maroon petticoat, it slid down her thick marble thighs and fell around her ankles in a heap. Stepping out of them, she picked it up and dropped it on the chair along side her other clothes.
As she stood there in nothing but her black panties, I couldn't help but marvel at the how sexy she looked. Her hair was tied in a tight bun just like her mother, and she was plump and heavily built just like her mother. Her firm 34-C breasts rested heavily on her broad chests capped by a pair of dark brown nipples and areolas. Her torso tapered into a relatively fleshy waist, from where they flared out into wide full hips. She'd inherited the same huge hips and ass of her mother, which made her in immensely desirable girl. Slowly, she slid her black panties down and stepped out of them.
As she stood there completely nude, I licked my lips in anticipation. Her thick lipped pussy had only a sparse covering of pubic hair, as she seemed to have trimmed them recently. As Mayuri ben saw me gazing at Seema didi's vagina, she said "I told her not to shave, beta ... because I thought that you'd like it better with a little hair on it ... isn't that so?" an anticipatory smile on her face. "Oh aunty..." I said, at this blatant statement which made her daughter blush, her hands instinctively moving to cover her thick puffy vagina. As if suddenly remembering something, Mayuri ben got up from the bed and without a word, began to untie the cord of her petticoat too. As she dropped her petticoat around her ankles, I noticed that she'd not worn any panties underneath.
I had always wondered why most of these women who were housewives took the pains to wear a bra, but never ever wore panties. Perhaps it was on account of the fact that most of these women had moved to cities from villages only after getting married there, and in the village it perhaps made more sense to not wear any panties; easier to piss that way, and easier to get fucked that way; all they had to do was lift their ghaagras. Stepping out of the petticoat bunched around her ankles, Mayuri ben went and stood next to Seema didi. My cock gave an involuntary lurch as I gazed at this mother-daughter pair standing totally nude in front of me. I'd never seen both of them totally nude, and my eyes roved over their bodies, comparing the similarities and contrasts.
Mayuri ben was a whole head taller than Seema didi, and her frame was much larger. Her massive flabby pendulous mammaries rested heavily on a fleshy flabby belly which sort of hung around her waist. But it still didn't look repulsive because the size of her humungous breasts overshadowed the flab on her belly, somehow retaining the proportions of her body. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered downwards into strong looking calves and a pair of disproportionately small feet. And of course there was that massive fleshy ass that wobbled like loosely kneaded dough when she walked towards Seema didi.
Watching mother and daughter standing nude in front of me side by side, I noticed the similarities between their body structures. Neither of them had a curvy figure, instead were rather barrel shaped. Seema too had inherited the heavy frame of Mayuri ben, although she was much shorter than Mayuri ben, causing her to look fatter than she actually was. Unlike Mayuri ben's sagging breasts, her full rounded fleshy breasts just looked heavy, resting wonderfully on her broad chest.
She had a rather short torso, and her waist began almost where her tits ended. Consequently, her belly area was small, although very wide and fleshy. Inspite of the flesh around her belly, she didn't look flabby one bit. Her wide waist flared out into incredibly wide hips and a pair of full rounded ass cheeks. Her thighs too were thick and muscular, tapering to a dimpled knee. Her legs were short, and supported by strong muscular calves. For a brief moment, both mother and daughter gazed at me, as if waiting for me to choose between them.
Clearing my throat, I said in a soft voice "Both of you are so beautiful ... so sexy..." It was as if I had read their mind, and both of them looked at each other and smiled at about the same time. With a little chuckle, Mayuri ben said "And both of us are wet and ready for you, beta..." her voice thick and husky. I clenched my fists on hearing these inviting words. Mayuri ben slowly padded towards the head of the bed and stood near my chest. Lifting one of her mammoth thighs, she placed it on the bed. Then to my utter amazement, she thrust her fingers between the V of her crotch, and wantonly rubbed her hairy cunt with her fingers.
Looking at me lustily, she thrust two of her fingers into her mature thick cunt, which she too had recently trimmed, and pumping them in and out of cunt a few times, pulled the fingers out. Extending her hand towards me to show me her wet glistening fingers, she said huskily "Dekho beta ... kitni geeli ho gayi hoon main tumhare liye..." As I watched her perform this utterly wanton act, I was tempted to thrust my entire fist into her thick juicy mature cunt all the way up to my wrist. Licking my lips inadvertently, I turned to look at Seema didi, who too was watching her lusty mother with an expression of shock and arousal.
"Seema bhi tumhaare liye geeli ho gayi hai, beta..." she said thickly, looking at Seema didi pointedly. Beckoning to Seema with her hands, she said "Aiyhaan aai ja dikra ... Jignesh bhai ne bataay to khari tu ketli bheeni thhai gayi chhe..." asking her to come towards me and show me how wet she was too. As Seema didi complied and walked towards us at the head of the bed, Mayuri ben reached out and gently guided her by her arms towards me. Gently pushing her towards me, Mayuri ben stood behind her and said into her ear "Have pag upar kari de, dikra..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to raise her leg and place it on the bed.
Throwing an uncertain glance at her mother, Seema didi complied and lifted her right leg. Bending it at the knee, she placed it on the bed right next to my hips, baring her wonderfully puffy lipped moist cunt to me. As she gazed at me expectantly, Mayuri ben went and stood behind her. Wrapping her thick heavy arms around Seema didi, she cupped Seema didi's heavy firm breasts in both her hands and squeezed them rather hard, eliciting a soft moan from Seema didi's thick parted lips.
My cock jerked violently, when I saw this act of lesbianism between mother and daughter. Hefting Seema didi's breast in her palms, she pinched the nipples gently and said to me in a husky whisper "Dekho, beta ... iski ghundi bhi kitni kadak ho gayi hai..." indicating at how hard Seema didi's thick nipples had become. She was pressing her massive mammaries into Seema didi's back and gyrating her hips as if rubbing her mature wet cunt against Seema didi's prominent ass. With a groan, I took hold of my throbbing naked cock, and squeezed it hard, trying to control myself.
Seema didi was watching me with arousal; her lips parted as she breathed shallowly, as her mother slid her thick hands down her belly, and parted the thick lightly haired puffy lips of her vagina. "Jo to khari, Seema ... Jignesh bhai no kevo ubho thhai gayo chhe ... taara maate, dikra..." Mayuri ben whispered lustily into her daughter's ear, her fingers wantonly manipulating the wet slit of Seema didi's moist tight cunt, as if to arouse her further and get her even more wet to receive my cock. As Mayuri ben's thick finger slid into Seema didi's tight cunt, she squirmed violently, and biting her teeth, let out a soft cry of arousal, unable to tear her eyes away from my swollen blood-gorged hard cock which I was stroking slowly.
"Besi jaa, dikra..." said Mayuri ben softly to her daughter, gently pushing her towards the bed to sit down. As Seema didi sat down on the bed with her fleshy ass touching my hips, Mayuri ben knelt down on the floor on her knees between Seema's thick outstretched thighs. Without a word, she hefted Seema didi's thick heavy legs on to her shoulders, and buried her face in Seema didi's cunt! "Mummyyy..." Seeme didi cried, instinctively grabbing her mother by the thick bun of her hair " ... aa su karo chho tame..." biting her lips involuntarily.
I had never seen such an arousing sight in my life; the lusty 48-year old heavy breasted Mayuri ben licking her own 23-year old daughter's cunt, in an attempt to prepare her to take my cock inside. Pushing her thick glasses up on her nose, she said "Tu emno modha ma lai ne choos, dikra ... hu tane taiyaar karoon tyaar sudhi ... emno andar leva maate..." her voice thick with lust, indicating that she wanted Seema didi to suck on my cock, as she licked her made her cunt wet enough to take me. With a moan, Seema didi leant back on to my legs, and twisting her torso, somehow managed to take my cock into her mouth, even as she squirmed with the sensations of her mother sucking on her cunt.
Watching these two women, I was beside myself with lust. Grabbing Seema didi's head by her hair, I pushed her mouth roughly down on my swollen cock, muttering thickly through clenched teeth "Haan, Seema didi ... chooso please ... chooso..." making her to bob her head up and down on my cock in this awkwardly twisted position. With her mouth stuffed with my cock, Seema didi emitted a throaty groan, as her mother tongued her moist cunt wantonly, and even slid in a finger to stimulate her further. Unable to take this any longer, I almost shouted "Bas didi ... ab ... ab chodo mujhe..." my voice betraying my arousal.
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben pulled her mouth away from Seema didi's pussy, and said thickly "Jaldi kar, dikra ... chadhi jaa tu emna upar..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to climb on to my cock now. With a soft moan, Seema didi twisted around, and quickly straddled my hips. Sitting on a squatting position with her legs on either side of my hips, she positioned her thick pudgy moist cunt over my quivering cock. Supporting herself by her arms on either side of my torso, with her heavy firm breasts dangling forward enticingly, she looked into my eyes with her cunt poised over my cock, as if seeking my permission.
Reaching out to grab on of her heavy dangling breasts with my right hand, I squeezed them roughly and muttered "Yes didi ... now..." Even as Seema didi nodded her head almost imperceptibly, her mother reached out with her hand between us, and took hold of my cock in her thick pudgy hands. Holding my cock upright with her hand, she said thickly "Baisi jaa, beta..." indicating that she wanted her daughter to sit on my cock now. With a sigh, Seema didi lowered her heavy buttocks onto my pelvis, and with her mother holding my cock upright in position, lowered herself on to my rigid shaft.
"Uuiii maaa..." Seema didi cried through clamped lips, as the thick mushroom-shaped head of my blood-gorged cock spread the tight thick lips of Seema didi's young cunt. Closing her eyes shut, she clamped her lips together, and let out a deep throaty cry, as she let her weight come down on my cock fully. "Hnnnhhh..." I groaned, as I felt the slick wet glove-like cunt of my loving 23-year old Seema didi wrap around my painfully throbbing cock. Seema didi was no virgin, but inspite of that her cunt felt like it was not used to taking cocks of this size inside. I felt a surge of pride course through me, as I watched at the way Seema didi was struggling to take my thick cock inside her.
With another cry of "Oooohhhh, mummyyyy..." Seema didi lowered herself fully on my torso, my hard cock buried to the hilt inside her young moist thick-lipped cunt. With my cock fully inside her, she rested for a moment in that position, getting used to the feel of my thick cock stretching her cunt walls. Mayuri ben, who'd stood up by now, and was watching all this intently, licked her lips, and cradling Seema didi's face to her humongous breasts, whispered gently "Shabaash dikra..." As if on cue, Seema didi leant forward, and supporting the weight of her body on her arms which were placed on either side of my torso on the bed, she began to slowly raise and drop her buttocks on to my pelvis, causing her thick wet cunt to slide up and down along my hard rigid shaft.
Her head was bent forward, as she gazed at the union of our bodies, my cock disappearing into her cunt each time she lowered her big heavy ass. Raising her head to look at me through her lust inflamed eyes, her wheat complexioned face clouded with blood that had rushed to her plump cheeks; she said in a husky whisper "Jignesh bhai ... aapko..." unable to complete her sentence, as the sensation of my thick cock inside her ravaged her heavy-set plump young body. "Haan, didi ... haan ... acchha lag raha hai..." I said back hoarsely, understanding what she was meaning to ask.
Mayuri ben, in the mean time, was standing next to Seema didi who was riding my cock, and with her massive breasts pressed against Seema didi's back, said to her fiercely "Zor thhi kar, dikra ... zor thhi... "urging her to fuck me harder, even as she reached down with her pudgy hands and began to manipulate my balls from behind Seema didi's prodigious ass, which were swollen to their limit by now. As Seema didi concentrated on fucking me harder from top, raising and lowering her hips faster, making smacking sounds each time her heavy buttocks slapped against my pelvis, she began to emit deep throaty grunts of "Hnnhh ... hnnhh ... hnnhh..." her breath coming in gasps.
I was tempted to start lifting my hips and fuck her from below as well, but resisted the temptation to do so. Clutching the bed sheets with my fingers, I stiffened my thighs and pelvis, preparing myself to bear the assault that Seema didi was subjecting my cock to from above. Seema didi's eyes were screwed shut, her heavy firm 34-C breasts shuddering and quivering each time she smacked her hips on to mine. Her mother was staring at my cock disappearing into her daughter's young cunt with rapt attention, licking her lips involuntarily.
"Chod taara Jignesh bhai ne zor thhi, dikra ... chod..." she urged her daughter huskily, indicating that she wanted Seema didi to fuck me harder now. Mayuri ben's eyes were glazed with lust now, as she watched her 23-year old daughter fuck me from top. Straightening her back, even as her eyes never left my cock and her daughter's cunt, she stood back to watch us. To my utter arousal, she parted her thighs in that standing position, and began to furiously rub her own mature lightly haired cunt, thrusting one or two of her thick pudgy fingers deep into the slippery wet cavernous depth of her cunt.
Continuing to finger herself furiously, she reached up with her left hand and began to squeeze and knead the dangling heavy flabby flesh of her mammoth mammaries. To me, watching a woman finger and pleasure herself was one of the most erotic sights in the world, and inspite of myself, I cried out "Auntieee..." even as her daughter continued to pump her hips up and down on my cock, sending my cock spearing into new depths inside her young pussy. "Haan, beta..." Mayuri ben responded when she heard my cry.
Without a word, she walked heavily towards me, her huge pendulous breasts swinging, and proceeded to sit on the bed near by head. "Aai ja, beta..." she whispered huskily, as she gently lifted my head and placed it in her lap. Cradling my head in her heavy pudgy arms, she hefted one of her humongous jack fruit sized mammaries in her hand, and fed it to me. "Lo beta ... chooso..." she said huskily, as she thrusted her big thick nipple towards my hungry lips. With a groan, I grabbed her mountainous breasts, and clamped my mouth on it hard. As Seema didi watched me lustily, I began to suck on her mother's tits hard, emitting deep throat moans each time Seema didi thrust her tight moist cunt down on my cock.
Lying in the lap of this mature 48-year old widowed college teacher and sucking on her massive fleshy breasts, even as her 23-year old busty daughter squatted over my hips, driving her tight thick lipped cunt on to my cock, was a dream come true for me. From the glazed look in Seema didi's eyes, as she watched her mother feed me her humongous breasts, I could make out that she was immensely aroused. As if to prove that, she began to thrust herself on my cock with renewed vigor, sending my cock into unexplored depths of her tight slick cunt.
From the way Seema did was beginning to moan almost continuously now, I could make out that she was nearing her orgasm. Continuing to pound her cunt on my cock, her breath escaping her thick parted lips in shallow gasps, she breathed "Jignesh bhai ... main ... main..." unable to say what she wanted to. "Yes didi ... yes..." I whispered back huskily, looking her in the eye " ... I want you to come ... yes..." Feeling her pussy muscles beginning to clamp and squeeze my cock now, she looked at her mother with imploring eyes, and cried "Mummy..." Understanding her daughter's predicament, Mayuri ben looked at me, still cradling my head against her pendulous breasts, and whispered "Beta ... uska abhi paani chhootne waala hai ... kya tum bhi taiyyar ho..."
Hearing this woman utter these words, speaking on behalf of her daughter who was impaled on my thick cock and was about to come, I almost shot my load. With a groan, I clenched my pelvice muscles to prevent myself from coming, and said hoarsely "Aunty ... please ... main chaahta hoon ki didi ... ki didi ka ho jaaye..." With a knowing smile, Mayuri ben caressed my chest, and turning to Seema didi said "Beta ... emni icchha chhe ki tane sukh malle pehla ... taaru amna chhootwa maate taiyyar chhe to ... chhodi naakh tu ... emni chinta naa kart u ... emno hoon kaadhi naakhis pachhi..." conveying to Seema didi that I wanted her to cum first, and that even if I was not able to come now, she'd take care of that later.
Hearing these words, Seema didi looked at me with what could only be termed as love, and whispered "Oh Jignesh bhai..." "Yes, didi..." I replied, looking her in the eye, and reaching out to hold her by her broad hips. Feeling my hands on her hips, Seema didi let go of her, and began to thrust herself down on me with renewed energy. "Jignesh bhaiiiii..." she almost screamed through clenched teeth as the first wave of her impending orgasm hit her. To my credit, I controlled my spasming cock somehow, even as I felt her wet pussy spasm and clench my cock repeatedly, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 29

"Ohh maaa..." she screamed, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she threw her head back, and cried out through clenched teeth. Watching this 23-year old buxom girl get her orgasm as she rode me, her thick heavy body heaving and quivering with excitement, was a sight to behold. With one last throaty cry, she collapsed on top of me, her heavy heaving breasts mashed against my chest. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed repeatedly, even as she gasped and tried to suck in huge lungfuls of air. Mayuri ben too reached out with her hands and began to caress Seema didi's heaving back, as she lay limp on my torso, her body heaving.

Feeling an inexplicable tenderness course through me, I wrapped my arms around Seema didi's heavy back, and caressed it gently. Her face was buried on my shoulders, and I could feel her heart thudding inside her chest. Turning her face towards me, I caressed her cheeks gently, and kissed her softly on her lips. She responded with passion, and opening her mouth, slid her wet tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with all her pent up passion. As I looked up at Mayuri ben, I saw her gazing at me with a tender expression on her face through her thick rimmed glasses.
Watching the lusty Mayuri ben, I couldn't help but wonder how many mothers existed in this world, who would get a young guy like me to fuck her daughter, and then watch it not only with satisfaction, but also tenderness. Seema didi lay on top of me like that for a long time, breathing heavily, and trying to restore her senses. Finally, Mayuri ben nudged her gently, and said softly "Have emna upar thhi ubhi thhai jaa, beta ... nahi to emno phari dheelo padi jase..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to get up from my body, or else my cock would lose its hardness. My cock had slipped out of Seema didi's pussy now, and was nudging against her ass crack.
As Seema didi slid off my torso, she looked into my eyes with an expression of love and shyness. On an impulse, she cupped my face and kissed me passionately on the mouth again, muttering "Thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you..." Her motherly instincts taking over, she pulled me into her lap just like her mother had some time back, and cradled my head in her arms. Pressing my head to her heavenly firm bosom, she hefted one of her heavy 34-C firm breasts in her hand, and rubbed it gently over my face, making her nipples graze my lips.
With a moan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered nipple into my mouth, and began to suck on it adently. She pressed my face further to her bosom, and throwing her head back, let out a contented sigh. Mayuri ben, who had been watching this, went towards my hips, and bending down, took hold of my cock which had lost some of its hardness now. Sitting down heavily next to my hips, she bent forward and without a word took my turgid cock into her wet mouth. I was yet to come across a woman who sucked my cock as wantonly as Mayuri ben did, or who could take my entire cock into her mouth with such ease.
Emitting a low throaty grunt, she pushed her mouth down till my cock was buried in her throat, and her lips were touching the base of my cock, her nose nudging against my pubic hair. "Oh auntieee..." I groaned, as she swallowed and began to suck on my cock, without ever letting it come out of her mouth. She was sucking on with just gusto that I felt my cock quiver and harden in no time. Even after my cock rose to its full hardness, she did not let go of it, and opened her mouth wider, swallowing her saliva every now and then, allowing the swollen tip of my cock to enter her throat. Her saliva was drooling out of the sides of her mouth, and was oozing down the length of my cock.
"Bas, auntie ... bas..." I hissed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her head away, not wanting to come inside her mouth. As my swollen shaft slipped out of her salivating mouth with a plop, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. There was a satisfied look in her eyes, as she saw how quickly my cock had been restored to its fully glory. Taking my cock in her thick pudgy hands, she playfully slapped it against her huge dangling mammaries, and asked huskily "Beta ... ab tum isko meri ghaand mein daaloge ... ghaand maaroge tum Mayuri maasi ki..." her eyes blazing with lust.
Stunned, I felt my cock quiver in her hands, even as I swallowed involuntarily, unable to answer her. As my eyes flew to Seema didi's face, who was still holding my head cradled in her arms, I saw her nod her head gently, as if giving me permission to go head. Wordlessly, I nodded my head, still unable to speak. With a smile, Mayuri ben got up from the bed immediately, and said to Seema didi matter of factly "Drawer maa thhi peli tel ni baatli kaadh ne, beta..." instructing her to take out a bottle of oil from one of the drawers. "Haan, mummy..." Seema didi complied instantly, and got up to extract the same bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil that Mayuri ben had used earlier too with me.
As she handed the bottle to her mother, Mayuri ben poured a liberal amount of the oil into her palm and proceeded to rub it along the length of my cock, making my already wet and slippery cock, slick as a greased pole. Watching my rigid cock gleam in the dim light of th bedroom with satisfaction, she handed the bottle back to her daughter, and said "Have maari ghaand ma thhodu tel lagai de ne, dikra..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to apply some of the oil in her ass! Stunned, I watched in disbelief as Mayuri ben got down on all fours on the bed, and burying her face in one of the pillows on the bed, raised her humungous ass up in the air for Seema didi to lubricate.
Glancing at me shyly, Seema didi slid forward on her knees towards Mayuri ben's uplifted ass, and poured some oil on her massive fleshy and flabby ass. As she rubbed the oil on Mayuri ben's ass, Mayuri ben spread her thighs wider. Understanding what her mother wanted, Seema didi spread the flabby cheeks of Mayuri ben's massive ass, and poured some of the oil in to her matured puckered arse-hole! To my utter shock, she then proceeded to oil her mother's arse-hole with her finger, sliding one of her oily fingers into the hole that was now visible to her. I was watching this scene unfolding in front of me, and as I watched Seema didi lube her own mother's arse-hole with her fingers dipped in oil, my mouth went dry.
I had never been too excited about anal sex, and part of me still found the whole concept filthy. Fucking a woman's shit hole had never been my idea of hygienic sex. However, if there was one ass that I had fantasized about fucking some times, it had been that glorious ass of my darling Kalpana aunty. But the loving woman that she was, I knew I would never get down to doing that. On the contrary, here was the lascivious 48-year old Mayuri ben, who was old enough to be my mother, inviting me time and again to fuck her massively endowed ass.
As Seema didi finished applying the baby oil to her mother's puckered anus, Mayuri ben twisted her head sideways to look at me. Gazing at me through those thick spectacles of hers, her head supported on the pillow, and her mountainous ass protruding in the air like some gargantuan hump, she said "Aai ja mere bete ... ab daal de tera lund teri Mayuri maasi ki ghaand mein..." Seema too was visibly shocked by this utterly depraved words being uttered by her venerable mother, and she glanced at me apprehensively, as if afraid that I might get put off by her filthy talk.
Not wanting to refuse a gift horse, I slid forward on the bed with alacrity, and positioned myself behind her uplifted ass on my feet. Bending my legs at the knees, I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her puckered arse-hole. Holding my cock positioned near her ass, I looked at Seema didi with a questioning look in my eyes. She read my eyes and clearing her throat, said in a low whisper "Chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unko ... unko ... ghaand marwaana bahut acchha lagta hai..." licking her dry lips, and her eyes glued to my rampant cock near her mother's massive ass. These utterly filthy words from the otherwise chaste Seema didi's mouth were the proverbial last straw on the camel's back for me.
With a grunt, I positioned my cock at Mayuri ben's proffered anal opening, and pushed the head of my cock in. She had a big arse alright, but looking at the contrasting sizes of my swollen cock head and her puckered anal opening, I did not believe that it would go in. There was total silence in the room, broken only by the sounds of Mayuri ben's heavy breathing. Holding my breath, I gently pushed my cock into her asshole, and to my surprise, the opening of her ass yielded and stretched to take in my cock. "Ummmffff..." Mayuri ben muttered thickly, her voice muffled by the pillow into which she had buried her face, as she felt my swollen cock head stretch the tender opening of her mature ass.
Aided to a very large extent by the baby oil that had been generously applied, my cock head slipped inside her anal orifice with an audible plop. "Haaaiiii..." Mayuri ben moaned, as I felt as if my cock had been gripped by a tight velvet glove that wrapped itself around every inch of my cock head like second skin. I grimaced with pain as I felt a never experienced before tightness around my cock, the foreskin getting pushed back painfully. As I held my cock in place, allowing myself to get used to the sensation of an ass, Seema didi slid close to me on her knees.
Standing near me on her knees on the bed, she placed her arms on my back as if to comfort me, and pressed her young firm heavy breasts to my arms. "Ab zor se dhakka maaro, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered huskily into my ear, her eyes inflamed with lust. "Haan, beta ... ab ghusa do tumhaara lund meri ghaand mein..." Mayuri ben hissed through clenched teeth, as if to reaffirm what her daughter had just said. Throwing caution to the wind, I braced myself on my feet which were bent at the knees, and thrust my cock into her ass with one massive shove. "Haaaiii maaaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." Mayuri ben almost screamed into the pillow, as my hard swollen oily cock slid into the depths of her massive arse.
I grimaced and screwed my eyes shut, as my body shivered to come to terms with the incredibly tight sensation of Mayuri ben's mature ass. If her 48-year old asshole was this tight, I wondered how it would be with younger women. Seema didi was enthralled by the sight of my hard thick cock buried inside her mother's arsehole, and she instinctively reached forward to caress her mother's quivering ass cheeks. Turning to me, she whispered again "Ab chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unki ghaand ko zor se chodo ... unko yeh bahut acchha lagta hai..." her hands reaching between her legs to instinctively caress her aroused vulva.
Mayuri ben was trying to relax the muscles of her anus to accommodate the girth of my thick cock, and as I felt her rectum contract and expand around my swollen cock, I felt a surge of power course through my body. Each time I had fucked her cunt in the past, I had this feeling of inadequacy owing to the rather mediocre size of my cock. But now with my cock buried in her arse hole, she did not have to put on her act of fake arousal. As Mayuri ben adjusted her knees to accommodate my cock into her ass, her massive pendulous 38-D breasts which were hanging like ripe jack fruits under her torso, quivered.
For some strange reason, the sight of her her dangling mammaries drove me mad, and with a savage grunt, I began to fuck her ass in earnest. The pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain, and I nearly screamed through clenched teeth as I pulled my cock halfway out of her ass, and then shoved it in again violently, causing the matronly Mayuri ben to let out a cry of pleasure and pain. "Aaaaiiii maaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." she screamed again, as my cock began to piston in and out of her ass, my hips smacking into her humongous ass each time I shoved my cock in.
"Seema..." cried out Mayuri ben through clenched teeth, clutching the bed sheet on either side of her head " ... thhodu tel naakh beta ... bahu dukhe chhe mane..." her voice coming in short painful gasps as she asked her daughter to use some oil as it was beginning to hurt her. Seema didi complied immediately, and picking up the bottle of baby oil, she poured it liberally on my cock as it slid outwards. I pulled my cock out till only the swollen tip was trapped inside her tight ass, and allowed Seema didi to pour more oil on my cock. Then, with a savage grunt, I thrust my hips forward again, sending my cock spearing into the depths of the ass.
Once again, she let out a muffled scream of "Ooooohhhh..." as she felt herself getting stuffed with my thick cock. But this time, my cock was able to move with relatively more ease, the oil having helped. I grabbed hold of Mayuri ben's prodigious flabby ass, and began to pummel into her driving my cock up to the hilt into her tight anus. "Ohh beta ... oh beta ... oh beta..." she kept moaning each time my hips thudded into the quivering flesh of her massive ass. As I began to fuck her in the ass relentlessly, she cried out through her clenched teeth again to her daughter. "Seema ... maari choot ma aanglli naakh..." she hissed, indicating that she wanted her daughter to finger her cunt as I was fucking her ass.
Seema glanced at me once again, her face clouded with arousal and lust, and quickly reached under her mother's sagging fleshy belly. Leaning forward and supporting herself with her left arm, she began to furiously finger her mother's sopping wet mature cunt, even as I continued to relentlessly drive my cock in and out of her massive but tight ass. The sensation of her sphincter tightening and clasping my tortured cock was too much for me to take; and that coupled with the sight of her own daughter frigging her mature cunt furiously drove me crazy.
With a loud throaty cry of "Mayuri auntieee..." I erupted inside her ass. My boiling semen shot out of the slit of my tortured cock head, and filled the depths of her arse-hole. "Haa dikraa ... haa..." Mayuri ben also cried out, as she felt my hot semen splash against the walls of her asshole, and start to ooze out of the puckered hole. "Zor thhi kar, Seema..." Mayuri ben almost shouted to her daughter, urging her daughter to continue fingering her cunt, even as my cock jerked and spasmed inside Mayuri ben's tight asshole. With a groan, I almost fell on Mayuri ben's wide back, my cock still buried inside her.
Unable to take my weight any more, Mayuri ben to collapsed on her stomach, taking me along with her. As she fell on to her stomach, my cock slipped out of her arse. Twisting sideways, she parted her thighs again, and turning to Seema who was watching my blood red cock in awe and the thick white semen oozing out of her mother's arsehole, she said in a husky voice "Ubhi kem thhai gayi tu, Seema ... aanglli naakh ... ane khalaas kari de mane..." indicating to her daughter to keep fingering her till she too got her orgasm. Seema didi slid forward between her mother's thighs with alacrity, and sliding her middle and ring finger inside her mother's soppy wet cunt, began to finger her furiously.
As I lay on my back next to Mayuri ben, she reached out to me and pulled my head towards her gargantuan wobbly breasts. Thrusting my head towards her breasts, she whispered "Choose inko, beta ... please..." her voice thick with lust. As I began to suck on her thick proffered nipples and roughtly fondle her sagging breasts, Seema didi continued to finger her with gusto, making squishing sounds as her fingers moved in and out of her mother's cunt rapidly. I guess my fucking her in the ass had made her really aroused, and very soon Mayuri ben grabbed hold of Seema didi's hand by the wrist, and let out a shrill cry of pleasure. Somehow managing to lift her massive hips off the bed, she screamed "Haaa Seemaaaa ... haaaiiii..." as her orgasm hit her, and copious amounts of her pussy juice squirted out of her mature hairy cunt.
Sweaty and out of breath, we lay like that for what seemed like an eternity; Mayuri ben sprawled on her back with her massive thighs outstretched, with me lying with my head cushioned by her mammoth pillowy breasts, while Seema didi lay with her head resting on Mayuri ben's huge flabby belly. I felt Mayuri ben's fingers ruffle the hair on my head, even as her chest heaved with her deep breathing. "Mazaa aaya, beta..." she asked through deep labored breaths, caressing my back gently.
Although my cock was sore from the terrific fucking it had given Mayuri ben's mature ass, I replied heavily "Haan aunty, bahut mazaa aaya..." "Mujhe bhi, beta ... mujhe bhi..." she replied hoarsely, running her thick tongue across her dry lips to wet them. With a groan, I extracted myself from Mayuri ben's arms which seemed to weigh like a ton now, and lay down with on my back on the bed. As I closed my eyes to catch my breath, I felt Seema didi too rise from between Mayuri ben's outstretched thighs. Gently, as if not to disturb me, she came and lay down by my side. Lying on her side, she gently placed her hand on my chest.
As I opened my eyes, and looked at her, she smiled at me lovingly. It was a heavenly feeling, lying like this between two naked women, one a 48-year old widow, and the other her busty 23-year old daughter. I raised my arms above my head and extended it, so as to allow Seema didi to rest her head on my arm. As she snuggled closer to me and wrapped her hands around my chest, causing her firm heavy breasts to press against my ribcage, I asked her gently "Aaapko acchha laga, didi..."
She gazed into my eyes lovingly for a moment, before allowing a smile to come on her sensuous thick lips. "Haan, Jignesh bhai ... bahut acchha laga..." she replied in a whisper. "Aapko?" she quizzed, continuing to gaze into my eyes. I just nodded my head with a smile and pulled her head closer towards me to kiss her. She kissed me with passion, gently sliding her thick tongue into my mouth and sucking on my mouth.
Then gently pulling her lips away, she rested her head on my chest, and snuggled up to me. I turned around to look at what Mayuri ben was doing, and to my total surprise, Mayuri ben was fast asleep and snoring. Her mammoth breasts which were hanging pendulously on either side of her chest, were heaving with her deep even breathing, even as she snored gently through her open mouth. Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached out to touch her.
As my hand touched her breasts, she turned towards me in her sleep, some instinct guiding her, and snuggled up towards me. Mashing those mammoth breasts to my chest from the other side, she too placed her hand across my chest, and slept. Content with having this incredible mother-daughter pair sleeping peacefully, naked on either side of me, I too closed my eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and felt surprisingly rejuvenated. The awkwardness between me and the mother daughter pair was rather evident, as is usually the case once your lust has been satiated. Seema didi was the one who seemed more uncomfortable, though Mayuri ben was her usual ebullient self. After having a cup of tea, I took leave of them and headed back home. As I approached my house, I saw the rabaari woman, Gajra ben, sitting on her haunches near the gate of our compound along with a much younger girl, who I presumed was her daughter.
I groaned inwardly when I suddenly remembered that this woman had told me yesterday that she'd be bringing her daughter for me to sample. For a moment, I felt disgusted with myself. What had begun as a fantasy of having sex with the mature Kalpana aunty and her young teenage daughter Jigna, was now beginning to seem like a never ending supply of eager to please sex starved women. I felt like a predator that was losing interest in the prey since the hunt was becoming too easy.
As I approached them, the two of them stood up, and Gajra been greeted me with a broad toothy smile. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year old tribal woman, who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding nomads, and lived in a nearby village. Their source of livelihood was raising cattle, and supplying milk to the nearby households in the town next to their village.
She was dressed in their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse embroidered ghaagra that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a similarly embroidered long sleeved choli that covered her torso almost completely up to her waist, and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her head, the ends having been tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist. The bit I liked most about their attire was that the choli practically had no cover at the back, and was only tied by two strings at the back.
"Namaste, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body once again. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Her coarse embroidered choli was stretched taut across those humongous breasts of hers, and I could see the outline of her thick nipples protruding even through the thick coarse fabric of her choli.
A small portion of her ample fleshy belly, including a deep belly button could be seen between the lowerd end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra. "Hmm..." I grunted in response, forcing a smile on my face. I was in no mood to fool around with her this morning, even though my curiosity was piqued by the girl who was with her. As my eyes settled on the young girl, Gajra ben beamed and said proudly "Ye meri chhokri hai, saheb ... Hetal..." by way of introducing her daughter.
"Hello, saheb..." the girl said to me, pronouncing the word as 'haallo', a plastic smile on her face. At that instant something ticked me the wrong way, and I decided that I was going to fuck this barely legal teenage bitch just to teach her a lesson. She was in the same mold as her mother, stocky and plump, and what one could not help but notice was the way she jutted her chest out as she stood, as if purposely displaying her over developed breasts.
She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed to be type who was well aware of her assets. There was a certain cockiness to her whole demeanor, from the way she stood casually with her hips cocked to one side, to the somewhat mocking self assured smile on her blunt featured face. Like with most of these village women, she too was dressed in an embroidered ghaagra.
However, unlike her mother who wore a traditional back-less choli, she wore a regular blouse. The ghaagra and her blouse were a dark shade of blue, while the choli dbangd across her torso was a contrasting red. She was fairer than most of these village folks, a trait inherited from her mother. Her face was rather blunt, the only noticeable feature being her rather pronounced cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to almost shut when she squinted at the sun.
Her blunt nose, thick lips, and flat chin completed her rather uninteresting face. Her crinkly hair was tied in a single tiny braid, and was more brown than black. Something that I'd not noticed earlier about her was her light colored eyes, a shade of light brown. She was short and stocky, and stood only about 5'1" tall.
However, it was her breasts that got one to notice her. At 18, they were far more developed than most girls. Like the desirable Sejal's, they too were well rounded and at least a 36-C. But unlike Sejal's soft pillowy ones, this girl's looked hard and firm, and rested proudly on her chest in her tightly stitched blouse, quite like those of the voluptuous Seema didi. Flashing a non-committal smile, I proceeded to open the locks of my door. "Aap itni subah kahaan gaye thhe, saheb..." asked Gajra ben, as I opened the door. "Main morning walk ke liye gaya thha..." I replied without glancing at them, hoping they'd not spotted me coming out of Mayuri ben's house.
As Gajra ben was pouring out the milk into the vessel I'd handed her, she said to her daughter "Chal tu jaa kar saheb ke liye thhoda sa chai bana..." before turning towards me and asking "Aap chai piyenge na saheb..." I mumbled my assent, and picked up the morning newspaper to read. Hearing her mother, the 18-year old Hetal threw me another self assured glance before heading into the kitchen to make tea for me.
As I flicked through the pages of the paper, I could see that the mature Gajra ben was a little unsettled by my seeming disinterest in her daughter. Women who pimped their own daughters were beginning to turn me off now. As I settled down in one of the cane chairs in our balcony to read the newspaper, Gajra ben approached me tentatively. Clearing her throat, she asked me hesitantly "Saheb ... aapko meri chhokri pasand nahi aayi kya..." coming straight to the point. Dropping the paper in my lap and turning my gaze to look up at her, I replied with a straight face "Pasand aane ke liye abhi kucch dekha kahaan hai maine..." indicating that I'd not seen enough to decide whether I liked her daughter or not.
It took her a moment to comprehend the meaning of my statement. Her fleshy haggard face creased in a smile once realization dawned upon her. Smiling suggestively at me, she slapped me playfully on the shoulder and said "Haan, saheb ... yeh to aap theek bole ... abhi aapne usko theek se dekha kahaan hai..." When I nodded my head with a straight face again and turned my head away to pick up the newspaper again, the smile disappeared from her face.
Crouching down on her knees heavily next to my chair, she placed her thick pudgy calloused hand on my knees and said in an urgent voice "Saheb ... aapko woh pasand aayegi ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... uski guarantee main deti hoon..." her eyes gazing into mine smilingly even as she purposely mashed those massive dangling mammaries of hers under that coarse choli to my knees. As I looked back at her, she smiled again, and slid her hand upwards on my thighs and teased my limp penis inside my khakhi shorts with her thick fingers.
"Aapko shikaayat ka koi mauka nahi degi woh ... aakhir woh meri beti hai..." she continued in her coarse yet seductive tone, even as her fingers continued to rub and squeeze the lump of my limp cock over my shorts. I allowed myself a condescending smile, and reaching out to squeeze on of her lush heavy dangling breasts under the coarse fabric of her choli, replied "Chalo theek hai ... dekhte hain..." pinching her thick nipples through the choli. That seemed to please her, and with an exaggerated and totally pretentious sigh, she pressed her heavy breasts further into my palm.
At that moment, her daughter Hetal came into the balcony, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Her pale brown eyes immediately took in the sight of her mother crouching next to me, and she gave me one more of that knowing self assured looks, that for some strange reason irked me to no end. As I took the cup of tea from her hands, I gave her a look that conveyed in no uncertain terms that I was the least impressed by what she had to offer. Gajra ben stood up, clutching on her knees heavily, and beckoned Hetal to follow her.
As they disappeared into my living room, I heard her say something to her daughter in a low voice. After a moment, she poked her head out of the door at the balcony and said to me pleasantly "Saheb, aap chai peene ke baad andar aaiye ... hum yahaan par baithe hain..." I just nodded to her curtly, and resumed reading the paper, wondering why this 18-year old busty village girl had managed to get under my skin without even uttering a word.
After finishing my tea, when I walked into the room, I saw that both mother and daughter were sitting on the floor on their haunches, their backs resting against the wall. "Chal, ubhi thhai jaa..." muttered Gajra ben to her daughter in their native tongue, indicating that she should get up. As both of them stood up, Gajra ben put on that fake seductive smile on her lips again, and walked towards me. Taking hold of me by my arm, she said "Aao na, saheb ... baith jaao..." leading me to the couch in my living room. As I settled down in the couch, she sat down on the floor right next to my legs, and placed her arms on my thighs, ensuring that she was pressing her heavy udders to my knees.
Her pallu which was normally dbangd over her head, had slipped down to her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her bare back with just those two strings tied across, and her uncovered head with the grey streaked hair tied in a bun. In spite of my relative lack of interest, I felt my cock twitch. As the teenage Hetal stood with her back to the wall opposite my couch, Gajra ben said to her "Have tu kapda kaadhi naakh..." indicating to her in their native tongue that she should start undressing. She glanced at her mother with a look of disinterest, and turning her glance to me gave me a smile that seemed to convey that she'd enough like me to be in awe of me.
Inwardly, I promised to myself that before she left the house today, I was going to put this bitch in her place. Gajra ben noticed the expression on her daughter's face, and threw her an angry glance conveying her displeasure at her daughter's cocky behavior. Turning her face away, the plump busty teenage rabaari girl Hetal began to pull the pallu of her choli off her shoulder. On an impulse, I said "Ek minute ruk jaa..." as I stood up from the couch and walked casually into my bedroom. I returned to the living room carrying my camera. Both Hetal and her mother looked at me, their demeanor suddenly apprehensive as I sat down again on the couch and calmly switched on the camera.
"Saheb ... aap ... aap photu kheechne waale ho..." Gajra ben asked apprehensively. "Haan..." I replied calmly, as I went about checking the settings on my camera. I noticed the way Hetal threw her mother a defiant glance that conveyed her displeasure. "Uh ... saheb ... aap ... aap photu kyun kheech rahe ho iska..." Gajra ben asked, her voice clearly apprehensive. "Kyun ka kya matlab..." I retorted challengingly " ... photo koi kyun kheechta hai ... dekhne ke liye na..." As mother and daughter looked at each other once again, I continued "Kyun ... tumko koi taqleef hai kya ... aisa hai to jaao phir yahaan se..." my tone recalcitrant, as I looked into the cocky Hetal's eyes sternly.
For the first time, I saw a look of nervousness come into this cocky teenage bitch's eyes. "Nahi, nahi, saheb..." Gajra ben mumbled immediately. Leaning towards my knees further as she sat on the floor, she mashed her humongous mammaries to my knees once again, and caressing my thighs said "Saheb ... par aap kisi aur ko yeh photu dikhaaoge to ... to ... meri chhokri to badnaam ho jaayegi na ... aisa mat karo, saheb..." her tone reconciliatory. I had two reasons for my sudden inspiration to photograph this bitch as she undressed.
One, it'd give me something to watch and shag off later; and two, it would be an insurance against these women trying to blackmail me later making some bang allegation. Though not Gajra ben, her slutty daughter seemed to me like the type who was perfectly capable of something like that. "Theek hai ... phir rehne do..." I said nonchalantly, as I switched off the camera and began to put it back into its case. "Main to iski photo isliye kheechne waala thha ki mere doston ko dikha sakoon ... agar unko tumhaari beti pasand aayi to usko mere jaise aur bhi customer mil sakte hain..." I continued, fixing my gaze at Hetal and letting her know that I considered her nothing more than a cheap whore.
Both mother and daughter glanced at each other once again, and I could see the faintest flicker of fear in the cocky Hetal's plump white face. Their faces were wracked with uncertainty and confusion over this situation I had put them in. While the shame of getting her daughter photographed nude was weighing heavily on her, I could see that the lure of money by way of more potential rich 'customers' for her teenage daughter was also seeming too good to refuse. Hetal glanced at me with an expression of uncertainty for the first time, and I felt good at having shaken her otherwise cocky demeanor.
"Teri marzi hai..." I said to her, looking into her eyes and shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't give a damn about whether she agreed or not. Taking a deep breath, she pursed her lips and gave the slightest of nods to her mother, who too was looking at her expectantly. Shaking her head, Gajra ben put on a forced smile on her face, and caressing my thighs seductively, said "Theek hai, saheb ... aap jo bole ... bas aapke dost bhi aap jaise hi ho to phir theek hai..." her tone resigned. "Jab tak ki yeh apna mooh band rahkegi ... tab tak mere dost bhi apna mooh band rakhenge ... aur iski koi badnaami nahi hogi..." I said to Gajra ben, but keeping my eyes steadfast on the busty Hetal who stood their uncertainly now, fiddling with the pallu of her choli.
"Nahi, saheb ... yeh kucch nahi bolegi..." Gajra ben replied immediately, eager to seal the pact. Ignoring her, I kept my gaze fixed on her daughter, challenging her to respond. Gajra ben gave her an angry glance, as a consequence of which Hetal cleared her throat and said "Nahin, saheb ... main kucch nahi boloongi..." her voice unusually thick and heavy. I kept my gaze on her for a few more moments, my eyes boring into hers, before I nodded my head and grunted my assent. "To phir jaldi kar ... mere paas time nahi hai..." I said to her gruffly, ignoring the pained expression in her mother's face.
Throwing one last glance at her mother, the busty peasant girl began to pull the pallu of her choli from her shoulders again. I had my camera ready and took a few quick shots even as she was removing the pallu. She paused as the flash of my camera went off, and looked at me questioningly, as if asking if she should wait for me. I indicated with my left hand for her to continue, keeping my eyes on the display of the camera, and said "Ek ek karke dheere se utaarti jaa tu..." indicating that I wanted her to undress slowly one step at a time.
To my gloating satisfaction, the 18-year old rabaari peasant girl Hetal, began to undress. The chagrin on her face was evident from the way she looked away as she pulled off the pallu of her choli and dropped it on the floor. I continued to click snaps even as her over-sized firm ripe teenage breasts encased tightly in that blue colored blouse came to my view. I could see the strap of a white bra peeking from under her blouse at the shoulder. It was not often that I saw these village girls wearing a bra, but I figured a girl with her kind of tits couldn't do without one.
As she stood there reluctantly in her embroidered blue ghaagra and the simple blue blouse, I ran my gaze over her plump body appreciatively. Even in this moment of humiliation, she stood proudly with a straight back, thrusting out her chest, as if daring me to look at the huge blouse-clad breasts of hers. Her figure was not curvy by any standards, and her hips were about the same width as her rather broad chest. Owing to her short stature, she had a rather short torso and legs.
Her hips though heavy did not flare out from her waist like most young girls. Her belly was naturally fleshy though not at all flabby, and was adorned by a rather small navel just above the waist line of her heavily embroidered ghaagra. As she stood there almost defiantly with one hand on her cocked hips, she looked at my face. Gajra ben, who'd been sitting on the floor next to my knees, slid her hand upwards along my thighs, until her palm rested over the bulge of my cock inside my khakhi shorts.
With her eyes on her daughter, she began to squeeze the lump inside my shorts with her coarse pudgy fingers in an attempt to arouse me. Looking at Hetal's face without any trace of interest, I simply said "Blouse..." in a flat monotone, my voice not betraying any emotion. "Ha ... have kabjo kaadhi naakh..." Gajra ben instructed her daughter immediately, indicating that she should now remove her blouse. With a frown on her face that annoyed me further, Hetal reached up and began to open the hooks of her blouse.
She took her own sweet time doing that, which to me seemed like just another gesture of defiance. Unlike my two maids, Pushpa and Rani, this one was a tough nut, and rankled me enough. Strangely, it was also arousing me. I was having far too many willing girls ready to appease me, and this defiant attitude in some strange way was turning me on. I continued to click snaps as she opened the hooks of her rather tight blouse, and pulled the blouse down her thick arms. Dropping the blouse on the floor, she once again cocked her hips to one side and stood there with a disinterested expression on her face, with one hand on her hips.
She stood there looking away, as if daring me to look at her big firm rounded breasts, which were encased in a cheap tight cotton bra. The bra was a full cupped one that was usually preferred by older married women. But it was only this kind of bra that could support the sheer mass of her over developed 18-year old teenage breasts. The bra was clearly one size too small for her as the straps bit into the flesh of her torso under her armpits, and were hooked together way too far up on her back. As a consequence, the flesh of her heavy yet firm breasts bulged outwards from the sides of the bra cup, and also from the cleavage of the bra.
For the first time this morning, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. Without looking at me, she reached behind her back to unclasp the hook of her bra. "Ruko..." I shot out. At my voice, she paused, her hands still behind her back, and threw me a glance that seemed to challenge me. Taking a deep breath to reign in my anger, I said "Tune ghaagre ke neeche chaddi pehni hai... ?" my tone contemptuous. She looked at me for a moment as if irritated at this question, before shaking her head dismissively in the negative.
"Mooh khol ke bol nahi sakti hai, kya... ?" I said in an annoyed voice, which caused Gajra ben to pause her caressing and look up at my face with an expression of alarm. With her face creased in a frown, Hetal gave me a look of digust, and replied "Naa..." her voice a monotone, her single word answer telling me that she was not wearing any panties under her ghaagra. Hearing the tone of her voice, I grunted and flung the camera down on the couch with disgust. Roughly pushing away Gajra ben's hand which had been desperately trying to arouse my cock under my shorts, I stood up.
"Bahut ho gaya, Gajra ben ... kal tum bole thhe isliye main raazi hua thha isko milne ke liye ... isko yahaan aana nahi thha to kyun lekar aaye tum isko... ?" I said to Gajra ben in a pissed off tone. Before she could respond, I pulled out my wallet from the rear pocket of my shorts, and extracting a 500/- rupee note from it, thrust it towards her stunned face. "Yeh lo ... iski photo jo kheechi hai, uske liye ... ab tum dono jaaon yahaan se..." I said angrily, my face conveying my anger. Gajra ben was stunned as she looked up at me from where she sat there on the floor, and was speechless; her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Displaying an agility that belied her age, she suddenly got up from the floor and crossed the distance to where her daughter stood in a few long strides. To my utter surprise, she pulled up the thick plastic bangles on her wrist, her face contorted with rage, and slapped Hetal right across her face. "Bahu charbi chadhi gayi chhe, kem ... bahu bhaav khaaye chhe, hain..." she almost screamed, slapping the stunned Hetal right across her face repeatedly even before she could react.
"Saali raand..." the 46-year old mature rabaari woman screeched in her native tongue, grabbing hold of her cowering daughter's hair, and trying to rain repeated open handed blows on her face and head. Hetal screamed, and desperately tried to ward off her raging mother's blows, cowering and trying to protect her face and head with her hands. I too was stunned at this sudden display of rage from this big mature village woman, and was frozen to my spot. "Gajra ben... "I said in an alarmed voice, and leapt across the room to grab hold of this furious woman.
Grabbing hold of her arms, I had to use all my strength to pull her away, even as she continued to struggle violently in my arms, and kept hurling the choicest of filthy expletives at her teenage daughter in her native tongue. Grabbing hold of her flabby arms painfully, I pulled her away, and ordered "Bas karo, Gajra ben ... bas..." shaking her violently by her shoulder. She took a moment to come out of the maddening rage that had siezed her, before she blinked her glazed eyes and looked at me. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her daughter, who had by now slumped on the floor, and had buried her face in her knees, her legs drawn up at her knees.
"Nahi saheb ... isko to main..." Gajra ben muttered furiously, looking at her covering and whimpering daughter with a murderous look in her face. I was still trying to comprehend what had suddenly caused this woman to explode on her own teenage daughter. "Thhak gayi hoon main ... iske nakhre dekh dekh kar ... saali apne aap ko maharani samajhti hai ... ghar pe koi kaam to karti nahin hai ... aur upar se jab main uske liye kucch karke de rahi hoon ... to bhaav khaati hai..." she said vehemently, her furious eyes still on her daughter.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part -30

"Bhaangi naakhis taara pag..." she muttered at the whimpering figure of her daughter in her native tongue, threatening to break her legs. "Ek yeh ... aur ek iski saheli ... woh saali Rambha ... raand hai dono ke dono..." she continued, clenching and unclenching her fists to reign in her anger. Turning to look at my face, she said "Aapko pata hai, saheb ... ye dono saali... 20/- rupiye main ladko ko apne 'ball' dabaane deti hai... 50/- rupaye main unka lund choosti hai ... aur 100/- rupaye main unko chodne dete hai..." even as I looked on at her with a stunned expression on my face at this utterly crude manner in which she was now talking.

I'd heard these rumors about these two girls before from many of the other boys in our colony, but still was stunned to hear it from the mouth of this mature rabaari woman. "Aur aaj jab aap jaise bade saheb ... jab isko 500/- rupaye dene ke liye taiyyar hai ... to ... to saali bhaav kha rahi hai..." her voice quivering with her seething rage. Though I was inwardly pleased to see the cocky teenage bitch finally put in place by her own mother, I said in a soothing voice "Chhodo na abhi, Gajra ben ... jaane do ... agar usko nahi karna kaam ... to chhod do ... jab usko dilchaspi nahi hai ... to kyun zabardasti karte ho ... mujhe bhi mazaa nahi aayega..." putting on a wry expression on my face.
"Nahi saheb ... kaise nahi karegi kaam woh ... ghar se nikaal doongi main saali ko..." Gajra ben retorted, her eyes blazing, as she threw one more disgusted glance at her daughter. At these words, Hetal lifted her head from her knees, and looked at her mother. Her face was streaked with tears, and there was a totally beaten expression on her face. Strangely, rather than feeling sorry for her, I felt a sense of satisfaction course through me.
"Naa, maa ... evvu naa kar ... hun taara page padoon chhoon ... evvu naa karje..." Hetal pleaded to her mother in their native tongue, continuing to whimper, the tears rolling down her plump cheeks, which had red welts where her mother had slapped her violently. I understood that she was begging her mother not to throw her out of the house. As she continued to sob and look at her mother with a begging expression, she slid across on her knees to where her mother stood like a towering goddess of fury. Deciding to stay out of this little drama between mother and daughter for the time being, I stepped back and sat down heavily on the couch.
As Hetal clasped her mother's feet, and looked up at her with a pleading expression, the tears streaming down her cheeks, Gajra ben reached down and pulled her up roughly by her single braided pig-tailed hair. Waving her finger threateningly in her daughter's face, she hissed "Ek waat sambhlli le, chhokri ... aa je saheb chhe ... ek waar pann have tu emne naakhush karees ne ... to ... to hun taaara haath pag bhaangi naakhees ... ane kaadhi mukhees ghar maa thhi..." telling her in a threatening tone that if she ever dared displease me again, she would break her hands and legs and throw her out of the house.
Even though I was gloating with satisfaction at the way Gajra ben was putting her slutty 18-year old teenage daughter in place, I felt a tinge of pity for the girl. "Nahi maa, nahi ... hun emne khush kari daees ... emne je joiyye ... e hun emnaa maate karees ... mane maaf kari de, maa ... mane maaf kari de..." pleaded Hetal to her mother, shaking her tear streaked face from side to side pitiably. Letting go off her daughter's hair, Gajra ben said "Jaa ... saheh na page padd ... ane maafi maang..." instructing her daughter in their native tongue to fall at my feet and beg for my forgiveness.
Responding with alacrity, the 18-year old girl came towards me, and fell on her knees next to where I sat. Clasping my feet, she looked at my face with a pleading expression that was in stark contrast to her otherwise cocky and adamant look, and said "Maaf kari do mane, saheb ... maaf kari do..." her voice quivering with her sobs, as she begged for my forgiveness. Almost as quickly as my rage had taken over me, it left. With a sigh, I leant forward and took hold of her bare arms at the shoulder. "Chal rehne de, Hetal ... bhool ja ye sab..." I said to her easily, making sure my voice was disinterested enough.
At that moment, the mature Gajra ben came towards me, and also knelt by the side of my knees on the floor. Placing her hand on my thigh, she once again slid her palm over my crotch, and rubbing my now limp cock under the shorts with her fingers once again, looked up at me a placating expression. "Maaf kar do isko, saheb ... ab yeh aap jo bologe ... wo karegi..." she said, putting on a gratifying smile on her thick creased face. "Hai na, Hetal..." she prodded her daughter, indicating to her that she should speak too. "Haan, saheb ... aap jo bolo wo karoongi main..." Hetal said, nodding her head and wiping her cheeks, even as she looked at me with a desperate expression and reached out to touch my knees tentatively.
Ignoring her touch, I looked at Gajra ben, and said "Maaf kar diya maine, Gajra ben ... ab aap log jaa sakte ho ... aaj mera mood kharaab ho gaya hai ... aap log kal aana..." throwing her a wry smile. "Arre nahi, saheb ... nahi..." Gajra ben exclaimed immediately, leaning forward to press her humongous dangling mammaries under the coarse choli to my knees again. Reaching out to caress both my thighs with her thick coarse hands, she said "Aisa mat karo, saheb ... hum aapko mood theek kar denge ... bas ek mauka de do..." tilting her head in that typical seductive fashion practiced to perfection by these rustic village women.
In spite of myself, I felt my cock begin to respond to the continued manipulations of this lusty mature milk maid. Reaching up to once again feel my turgid cock through my shorts and underwear, she said "Dekho na, saheb ... aapka lund bhi thhoda sa kadak ho gaya hai ... ek mauka de do na aaj isko..." her tone seductive, even as she continued to manipulate my gradually hardening cock through my shorts. Before I could respond, she turned to her daughter who was still sitting on her knees on the other side of my feet, and said to her brusquely "Chal kapda kaadhi ne naagi thhai ja have..." indicating to her in their native tongue that she should strip off her clothes and get naked now.
"Haa, maa..." the teenage girl mumbled quickly, even as she threw a desperate glance at my face. Standing up quickly, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As the bra came loose and her heavy breasts tumbled forward, she shrugged her shoulders and pulled the white bra off her shoulders. Even though I'd always noticed this rustic 18-year old milkmaid girl's over developed breasts, I was not prepared for the sheer eroticism of her bared breasts. Almost milky white, they were full and rounded, and rested proudly on her stocky chest with negligible sag.
These village girls were used to physical labor, and in spite of the girth of her heavy fair 36-C sized breasts, they looked incredibly firm. Even when she moved her hands to drop her discarded bra on the floor, her big teenage tits hardly shook. My cock stiffened inside my shorts, and the mature Gajra ben immediately squeezed it reassuringly. I gazed at this 18-year old peasant girl standing obediently in front of me, clad only in her elaborately embroidered tribal ghaagra, with her hands clasped together behind her back, almost as if presenting her big sexy tits to me.
"Kaise lage, saheb..." Gajra ben asked, a grin on her face, and an expectant look in her eyes, even as she continued to rub my rigid shaft through my khakhi shorts. Trying my best not to display any arousal, I said "Hmm ... acchhe hain..." continuing to keep my eyes on her daughter's bared breasts. Continuing to smile lasciviously at me, even as her teenage daughter stood in front of me bare breasted, with a bit of awkwardness in her demeanour, Gajra ben removed her palm from the bulge at my crotch, and clutching her knees, stood up with some effort.
Standing beside her daughter, she quickly pulled out her own thick pallu from where it was tucked into the waist line of her elaborate embroidered ghaagra, and dropped it on the floor. At this sudden unexpected act of undressing in front of me, I groaned inwardly and my hands instinctively moved to touch my cock through my shorts. To my arousal, the 46-year old Gajra ben then reached behind her back and quickly untied the knot of the strings that held the embroidered back-less choli on her torso. As she untied the knot of he lower string, she lifted her arms and reached behind her neck to untie the second string also.
As both the strings came loose, she quickly peeled off the thick rabaari choli from her heavy flabby arms, and bared her humongous mature white breasts to me. At the sight of this buxom 18-year old teenage rabaari village girl, standing alongside her mature heavily built mammoth breasted 46-year old mother, both of them baring their breasts to me clad only in their heavy embroidered rabaari ghaagras, my arousal was complete. The lusty Gajra ben's massive 44-D mammary glands almost dwarfed her daughter's 36-C tits.
Smiling lasciviously at me, Gajra ben cupped her heavy dangling blue-veined mammaries with both her hands, and shook them wantonly for me. "Mere to bahut dheele pad gaye hain, saheb..." she said in her thick coarse voice " ... par iske ekdum kadak hai..." letting go off her own breasts and reaching behind her stockily built teenage daughter's back to cup her young ripe breasts. For me there was nothing more erotic than the sight of one woman feel the sexual glands of another one, and as I watched Gara ben cup and squeeze Hetal's ripe tits with her thick calloused hands, I let out a soft groan of pleasure.
The thoroughly chastised Hetal also gave me a weak tentative smile, as her mother cupped her tits and squeezed them to show me. Letting go of her daughter's tits, Gajra ben gently pushed her towards me, even as she said suggestively "Aap bhi dabaakar dekho na, saheb..." As the teenage Hetal was pushed towards me, she came as close as possible to the couch till her knees were touching the seat, and leaning forward rested her left hand on the back rest of the couch, offering me her delectable young ripe tits.
Her creamy white full breasts were capped by light brown areolas, and small light brown nipples that were yet to develop fully. As I looked up at Hetal's face, she gave me a weak tentative smile. Gone was her arrogant and defiant demeanor, as she stood there leaning forward supporting herself by her hands resting on the backrest of the couch next to my head. Reaching up, I cupped her proffered teenage tits, and felt the incredibly firmness and heaviness of them.
Looking into her eyes, I gave her a good natured smile and said softly "Bahut acchhe hain, Hetal..." my eyes friendly. She let out an almost relieved sigh, and smiled at me, her cheekbones rising prominently. Almost simultaneously, Gajra ben moved forward and once again knelt by the side of my knees. She seemed all business now, as she quickly began to undo the button of my shirt, and yanked down the zip. Before I could react, she grabbed hold of my khakhi shorts and pulled it down my thighs. As her eyes settled on the bulging outline of my thick cock under my white briefs, a look of satisfaction came to her face.
Reaching out with her hand, she caressed the shape of my rigid cock through the stretched fabric of my underwear, and said to her daughter "Jo ... ketlo ubho thhai gayo chhe saheb no laudo..." telling her how hard my cock had become, giving her a glance that seemed to chastise her for ignoring my cock. There was a small wet spot on my white briefs at the tip of my swollen cock, and touching that wet spot with her index finger, Gajra ben said to her daughter "Ane aa jo ... emno paani chhodwa maate pann taiyyar thhai gayo chhe..." thus informing her daughter that my cock was now even ready to spew forth its semen.
Hetal just smiled nervously at her mother's brazen talk, and glanced at the bulge in my underwear furtively. Without waiting for her daughter's reaction, the lusty Gajra ben hooked her fingers under the thick elastic of my briefs, and in one swift motion, pulled it down. I raised my hips off the couch to allow her to pull it down my thighs, and she smiled at me lasciviously again as she pulled my underwear down my knees and removed it from my ankles, along with my shorts.
As my hard cock sprang out and slapped against my belly button, Gajra ben reached out and took hold of it in her right hand. Rubbing her thick fore finger against the swollen tip of my cock and smearing the pre-cum that had oozed out of my cock, she looked at her daughter and said in a challenging sort of tone "Jo, chhokri ... aao mast laudo joyo chhe thein aaj sudhi..." asking her daughter in their native tongue if she'd ever since such a beautiful cock before. I couldn't help but marvel at how easily this mature rabaari woman could make such totally pretentious and flattering statements like a whore.
My average sized cock was by no means anything special, and I was sure both mother and daughter had seen and experienced much bigger cocks. As if taking her mother's cue, the hot teenage Hetal straightened, and gingerly sat down beside me on the couch. Reaching out to place her hand on my outstretched thighs, she gave me the classic seductive smile and replied to her mother "Haa, maa ... ketlo saras chhe saheb no ... aatlo saras lund to main aaj sudhi nathhi joyo..." telling her mother that she'd never seen such a great cock before, even as she gazed at me seductively, her thick lips creased in a smile.
Hetal had managed to get over her trauma at being slapped around by her mother, and was beginning to act with her customary self assurance. Twisting her torso sideways towards me, she threw her shoulders back, and brushed her ripe firm young tits against my shoulders, teasing my biceps with her erect nipples, even as her hands caressed my hairy thighs. At the same time, Gajra ben who was kneeling by the side of my knees, took hold of the head of my swollen cock and pushed the foreskin back completely, baring the purple swollen helmet-shaped head of my cock.
As I jerked my hips and leant back in the couch, she leant forward and without warning slipped my slippery wet cock into her mouth. "Hhaa..." I let out an audible sigh, as I felt the lusty mature Gajra ben take my cock into her thick lipped mouth. Lashing the exposed tip of my cock with her thick tongue, she then proceeded to bend her head and take almost the entire length of my cock into her willing mouth. Burying my cock in her mouth till I could feel the tip touch the cavity of her throat, she let out a deep throaty grunt, her nose buried in the crinkly patch of my pubic hair.
"Gajra ben..." I groaned, reaching out to grab hold of her head, by the bun of her hair. She held my cock like that almost buried in her throat for what seemed like an eternity. Hetal seemed to be no stranger to this kind of lusty behavior by her mother, and leant further towards me, even as I raised my arm to place them around her bare shoulders. Pressing her firm young tits to my ribs, she snuggled up in my arms, and began to lick my tiny erect nipples, like a true professional.
Running her tongue in circles around the little nipples on my muscular chest, she slid her hands down and began to caress the insides of my thigh, even as her mother started bobbing her head up and down on my erect phallus. With a groan, I grabbed hold of Hetal's lush white tits, and squeezed them roughly, pinching those little teenage nipples between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft cry from her. At the same time, Gajra ben finally pulled her mouth off my cock, and licked her thick lips. To my amazement, she then proceeded to spit into the palm of her hands and applied the saliva in the cavity of her humongous dangling breasts.
Looking at me with a lascivious grin, she hefted her mammoth dangling white mammaries with both her hands, and proceeded to trap my quivering hard cock between them. As she had done the day before, she cupped her prodigious mammary flesh and began to rub them in an up and down motion along the swollen length of my cock. The busty Hetal was also fully in the groove now, and she gradually worked her way down from my chest to my belly, her tongue licking and teasing every inch of my torso along the way.
As she bent forward in my lap and her tongue reached my belly button, I threw my head back with a groan, and grabbed hold of her head. I was in ecstasy now, with the feel of my cock being milked by the massive breasts of the 46-year old mother, while the daughter's firm young full breasts were mashed against my thighs, and her tongue licked and teased my belly button. As if on cue, Gajra ben released my erect cock from between her pendulous breasts, and Hetal quickly took hold of it in her hand.
She sat back on her knees and watched with satisfaction, as her daughter worked her tongue downwards towards the base of my cock, her hands slowly stroking my wet slimy hard cock. Closing her eyes, Hetal took hold of my rigid cock firmly in her hand, and began to rub it all over her face. She held my cock by its base and slapped it gently against her cheeks, and twisted her head to make it rub all over my cock.
Reaching between my outstretched thighs, Gajra ben slid her hands under her daughter's face, and cupped my swollen balls gently. Scbanging her nails on the underside of my swollen balls, she began to manipulate them with her thick fingers, even as she looked at my face with a pleased grin. Opening her eyes, the busty Hetal gave me a teasing smile, and sticking out her pink tongue, began to lick on the underside of my quivering rock hard cock. At the same time, Gajra ben also leant forward again, and to my utter amazement, began to lick on my cock simultaneously.
I groaned with pleasure, and arched my hips upwards, as I enjoyed the sensation of both mother and daughter pleasuring my cock at the same time with their tongues. Hetal slid off the couch and also knelt on the floor beside my knees for better access to my cock. She held my throbbing cock up, as both she and her mother began to run their tongue along the length of my shaft from either side. I was mad with lust now, and was desperate to fuck this cocky little busty 18-year old bitch.
They took turns sucking on the swollen tip of my cock and licking the length of its shaft parallely, while continuing to manipulate my swollen balls at the same time. To add to my arousal, the rustic Gajra ben was using the opportunity to train her daughter in the nuances of cock sucking. Taking hold of my cock at the base, she said to her daughter "Jo ... hoon tane bataau ki ek marad no laudo kevi reete choosaay..." indicating to her that she would show her daughter how to suck a man's cock properly.
Holding on to the base of my cock, she hefted one of her humongous dangling breasts and slapped my cock repeatedly against it, rubbing her thick turgid nipples on the tip. Then she flicked her tonge rapidly across the swollen tip, while fondling my balls at the same time. As Hetal looked on, Gajra ben opened her mouth wide and suddenly took in the entire length of my 6" cock into her cavernous mouth, burying her nostrils in the crinkly patch of my pubic hair.
Emitting a throaty grunt, she began to bob her mature head rapidly on my cock, deep throating me expertly. As I grabbed hold of Gajra ben's hair, she slowly extracted my cock from her throat, and smiled at me with satisfaction. Turning to her daughter, she said "Joyo ... ketli majhaa aave se Jignesh saheb ne ... aa reete choosay laudo..." telling her daughter to see how much I enjoyed it when she deep throated my cock. The otherwise cocky Hetal nodded her head dumbly and looked at her mother with an expression of awe and envy.
Throwing a quick glance at me, she swallowed once before taking hold of my cock and starting to do what her mother had just shown her. As she took hold of the base of my cock, and thrust her thick lipped wide mouth on to my cock, Gajra ben placed her hand on her daughter's head and gently guided her mouth. With about three quarters of my rather thick cock buried in her mouth, Hetal seemed to reach the limit of what she could take.
With a quick shake of her head, Gajra ben said "Aakkhhoo andar levaanu hoy..." telling her in an irritated tone that she should be taking the entire length inside. I felt Hetal clutch my knees and screw her eyes shut as she attempted to open her mouth wider in an effort to take my cock into the cavity of her throat. As the tip of my cock touched her larynx, she paused and swallowed involuntarily, her Adam's apple bobbing. With a little exasperated sigh, Gajra ben grabbed hold of her daughter's head and roughly pushed it down on my cock.
Hetal shuddered, and let out in involuntary throaty moan, as her mother pushed her head down, causing my thick cock to enter the cavity of her throat. Her fingers tightened around my knees as her body convulsed, and she gagged with the effort of trying to hold my cock buried in her throat.
To my arousal, Gajra ben continued to hold her head pressed down, causing the busty teenage milkmaid to gag, her saliva beginning to drool down along the shaft of my cock. Unable to take this torture any longer, I grabbed hold of Gajra ben's flabby arms and hissed "Bass..." indicating that I could not take this any longer. Getting the message, she got Hetal to release my cock from her mouth. As Hetal straightened, she was breathing heavily with the effort, her bosom heaving, and some spit drooling from the side of her thick lips.
"Chal ubhi thhai ja have..." said Gajra ben to her daughter, instructing her to stand up. "Saheb taiyyar chhe..." she added, looking at me with a smile, and telling her daughter that I was ready to fuck her now. Hetal looked at me with questioning eyes, her cockiness and arrogance a distant memory now. I settled back on the couch, and nodded at her, giving her the signal to go ahead. Clearing her throat, she asked "Um, saheb ... kaise..." leaving her sentence unfinished, wanting to know how I wanted to fuck her.
"Baith jaa is par..." I said huskily, pointing to my erect cock once again, which was still being held up and fondled by her mother. Hetal turned to look at her mother as if for guidance. Suddenly I realized that I was about to fuck an 18-year old fertile girl. "Ek minute ... main condom lekar aata hoon..." I said to both of them in general, and began to rise from the couch. "Nahi, saheb ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." Gajra ben said, placing her palm on my thigh. As Hetal's plump cheeks reddened, Gajra ben continued "Wok kya hai na ... uska abhi time chal raha hai..." indicating that her daughter was having her periods currently.
"Aapko Nirodh lagaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... aur aapko aise main usko chodne main aur mazaa aayega, saheb..." the lusty Gajre ben added. Stunned and shocked, I heard this 46-year old mature rabaari woman telling me that I would enjoy fucking her daughter without a condom as she was having her periods now! The busty Hetal's fair cheeks had reddened now, and she looked away, her shame finally getting the better of her.
I'd heard from a few of my friends that fucking a girl during her periods was a fantastic experience, as the girl's cunt was always well lubricated and that her genitals were extremely sensitive in this condition. Moreover, one could enjoy intercourse without the dampener of using a condom. As I looked on with an inflamed expression on my face, Gajra ben said to her daughter impatiently "Tyaan ubhi su kare chhe ... jaldi taaru kaam chaalu kar..." telling her daughter to stop wasting time and get down to her job quickly.
Responding with alacrity, the teenage Hetal turned around. With her back towards me, she lifted her ghaagra up to bare her rather short and stocky white legs. Her thighs were short and thick, as were her well muscled calves. As she pulled her ghaagra above the protruding mounds of her butt, I was presented with a view of her fantastic rounded milky white ass cheeks. Bending forward slightly, she spat into her hand and reached between her thighs to rub the spit on her cunt. In this position, I could not see her cunt, but I could see a few strands of pubic hair from under her ass.
As I watched on, she spread her thighs and straddled my knees. Bending her knees to sit on my legs, she reached between her thighs to take hold of my cock. At the same time, Gajra ben too reached down under her butt, and helped her guide my slimy cock to the slit of her teenage pussy. As she lowered herself on my thighs with her back towards me, she placed both her hands on my knees for support, even as her mother held up my erect cock and guided it to the opening of her cunt. As Hetal lowered her cunt, Gajra ben shook my cock causing the swollen tip to rub against the mildly haired cunt of her daughter.
With a little sigh, the short busty fair teenage Hetal sat down on my cock. I felt a moment of pain as I felt my swollen cock head push through the tight slit of her cunt, which vanished as soon as Hetal sat down on my cock fully, causing my cock to go spearing up her teenage cunt. The poor girl's fingers clasped my knees hard, and she uttered a muted cry of "Uuiii maaa..." as she felt my thick cock penetrate her young tight fleshy cunt. Impaled on my cock thus, the hot bitch clenched her pelvic muscles, not moving at all in an attempt to get used to the feel of my cock inside her slick cunt.
I felt like my cock had been shoved into a tight fitting test tube containing some hot jelly like substance. Owing to the bloodied discharges of her vagina on account of her periods, her tight cunt felt like a hot slick velvet glove. Sitting on my cock in this position with her back to me, she gathered up her flowing ghaagra with one hand and held it bundled together above her waist, even as she took hold of my knee with the other hand for support.
Watched on by her pimp of a mother, the bitchy Hetal lifted her butt up, causing her tight slimy cunt to slide up to the tip of my cock. To my disgust and perverted arousal, I saw that my cock was smeared with some thick viscous blood like fluid. Before my senses could respond to this extremely perverted sight, the young girl thrust her hips down once again, sending my cock slithering up her tight glove like teenage cunt.
"Fuckkk..." I groaned in spite of myself, as I felt the plump rustic teenager's thick butt slap against my pelvis. Holding on to my knee with one hand for support, she began to pump her hips up and down on my cock, even as her mother watched my face with a gleam of satisfaction on her face. "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." she asked me in her native tongue, asking me with a gleam in her eyes if I was enjoying it. "Hnnhh..." I muttered, as I clenched the muscles of my butt to hold my pelvis in place.
Keeping an eye on her young daughter ploughing her puffy tight teenage cunt on my hard slithery cock, Gajra ben stood up. I beckoned to her with my fingers to sit on the couch by my side. She seemed more than willing to oblige, and clambered on to the couch to sit beside me. Placing her left arm across my shoulders and allowing me to rest my head on her thick flabby upper arms, she pulled my face towards her massively endowed bosom.
Cupping one of her dangling mammaries with her right hand, she looked at me with inflamed eyes and offered it to me. Without hesitation I grabbed hold of her humongous breast and clamped my mouth on it, even as she tried her best to flatter me with cries of fake arousal. As I pulled my mouth away from her melons, I watched the way her 18-year old stockily built daughter was raising and lowering her wide hips on my cock. With a grunt, I reached out for her single braid of hair and pulled her head back forcefully, even as she continued to fuck me.
Realizing that I was not going to be able to hold on any longer, I clenched her shoulder and said in a thick voice "Bas, Hetal ... khadi ho jaa ab..." Twisting her head sideways to look at me, the hot village girl slowly stood up, allowing my inflamed cock to slip out of her young bloodied cunt. I stood up without a word, my slimy wet cock swaying gently. I indicated to her that I wanted her to sit back on the couch. She complied immediately, her eyes on my face all the time.
As she sat down on the couch, she leant back and bending her thick stocky legs at the knees, pulled them up to bare her thick puffy pussy to me. Gajra ben pulled her towards her so that she was now positioned on the couch with her back against her mother's bosom. Resting her head in the crook of her mother's neck, she looked up at me expectantly. Both mother and daughter watched intently as I took hold of Hetal's knees and positioned myself between her spread thighs. The 18-year old Hetal's usually scowling face was now flushed, and she looked at my cock biting her lips inadvertently.
I reckoned that this girl was probably aroused now, more on account of her menstrual state. As I held my cock and positioned the blood-gorged tip at the puffy lips of her thinly haired vagina, she clenched my arms and whispered "Saheb..." Looking at her face, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock against her wet slit, and asked "Kya hua ... taqleef ho rahi hai tujhe..." my voice showing some empathy. In response, she just shook her head, and wrapping her stocky thighs around my waist, pulled me to her.
I groaned once again, as I felt my thick cock slide into the slick tightness of her teenage cunt. Pressing her knees outwards to spread her thighs as much as possible, I bent my knees and began to fuck her. Her thick body shuddered each time I sent my shaft spearing into her, and her over developed teenage tits wobbled with the impact of my hips smacking into her pelvis. Throwing her head back, she screwed her eyes shut and her fingers automatically clenched her mother's thighs.
Perhaps owing to the fact that her pussy was tender due to her periods, her vagina felt hot like a tube of hot molten wax. Gajra ben watched the sight of my cock ramming into her daughter's cunt with an inflamed look in her eyes, taking short deep breaths through her parted lips. Hetal was beginning to lose control, the sensations invading her body taking over. As she twisted her torso, digging her fingers into her mother's thighs, Gajra ben cradled her head against her massive mammaries, and caressed her head tenderly.
She wrapped her arms around her daughter's torso, and began to knead and fondle her firm ripe breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples in an attempt to add to her arousal, even as I continued to piston my cock rapidly in and out of her tight inflamed cunt. I felt an insane sense of power course through my lust inflamed mind, as I watched this 46-year old village woman cradle her plump 18-year old daughter in her arms, and allowed me to fuck her to my heart's content.
Suddenly, Hetal twisted violently, and her thick body was wracked by spasms. Twisting her neck, she dug her nails into her mother's thick thighs, and screamed through clenched teeth "Aaaahhhh maaaa..." as the first wave of her impending orgasm hit her inflamed teenage body. Gajra ben tightened her grasp around her daughter as if to control her violent squirming, even as Hetal's body began to shudder, and she began to lift her hips off the couch uncontrollably. "Aaaiiieee..." she screamed again as her cunt muscles spasmed violently around my pistoning cock, her thick thighs shuddering as if with a life of their own.
Watching this cocky teenage village girl reduced to this helpless state sent a surge of electricity through my veins. I felt my balls tighten as my boiling semen threatened to surge through my cock and blast into this busty teenager's cunt. With another shrill cry, Hetal's body convulsed, and she jerked her legs out in the air. As her orgasm ravaged her young body, she squirmed violently, clenching her teeth and grimacing in an effort to control her cries.
Her head slid off her mother's breasts, and she fell into her Gajra ben's lap, unable to control her movements any longer. Drawing upon my last reserves of control, I continued to fuck her relentlessly, even as her body jerked and shuddered. Gajra ben was watching me an inflamed look on her thick creased face, and to my utter arousal I noticed that her hand had slid under her own ghaagra and was fingering her cunt vigorously.
Hetal's body had collapsed in a limp heap in her mother's lap, and realizing that she'd got my attention, Gajra ben almost roughly pushed her daughter's head away from her lap. As her daughter lay spent on the couch, her thick white stocky legs dangling limply from the couch, Gajra ben looked into my eyes and said huskily "Woh khalaas ho gayi hai, saheb..." Continuing to look into my eyes, she quickly slid sideways towards one end of the couch, and hefted up her massive milky white flabby legs. Pulling up her elaborately embroidered thick ghaagra, she spread her fat thighs and touched her mature hairy cunt to me. Her eyes bored into me, as she hissed "Aaa jaao, saheb..." inviting me in a lusty tone to fuck her now.
I was nearing the limit of my endurance now, and said back huskily "Main ... mera abhi chhoot jaayega, Gajra ben..." my tone conveying that I wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. "Haan, saheb ... jaanti hoon ... koi baat nahi..." she repeated again, parting the thick patch of her crinkly pubic hair to wantonly show her mature labia to me. As if to motivate me, she hefted one of her humongous dangling breasts in her hand, and squeezed in lasciviously, running her tongue along her thick coarse lips.
With a groan, I lifted one leg and placed it on the couch, positioning myselfy between her massive flabby thighs, even as her daughter lay helplessly with her head under my ass on the couch. With a grunt, I plunged my ready to explode cock into the cavernous depths of the rustic rabaari woman's mature cunt. Grabbing hold of the back of her neck, I began to fuck my painfully erect cock into the depths of Gajra ben's cunt. After the incredibly tight feel of her daughter's teenage cunt, Gajra ben's cunt felt like a loose lump of jelly. But I was so near my bursting point now that I was past caring.
As I grabbed hold of one of Gajra ben's huge wobbling udders, and rammed my cock roughly into her sopping wet cunt, I suddenly felt an incredible sensation surge through my body. With a loud grunt of "Aaarrgghhh..." I arched my back and spewed my thick boiling load of semen into Gajra ben's willing cunt. "Haaiii, saheb ... haaaiii..." Gajra ben cried out, nodding her head vigorously as if encouraging me. With a few more last savage thrusts, I unloaded my boiling semen into the cavernous cunt of this mature rabaari milkmaid.
My knees went weak as my cock shot out its last few bursts of semen, and I tumbled forward on to the couch. I had the presence of mind to push Hetal's head away, before I collapsed heavily on top of Gajra ben's mountainous body. I somehow managed to twist around, and clambered off her body. I collapsed on the couch with my back resting against the back rest, and my head fell back limply. Through my drained senses, I could feel Hetal snuggle up to me from one side, pressing her firm young breasts to my rib cage, even as she took of hold of my slimy limp spent cock, and stroked it gently, extracting the last few dribbles of my thick white semen from my cock.
I heard Gajra ben whisper to her daughter in a pleased tone "Jo ... ketla khush thhai gaya chhe, saheb ... aavhi seva karwaani hoi saheb loko ni..." telling her daughter that this was the way to please 'sahebs'. With my lust satiated, I looked down at the way the usually arrogant 18-year old rabaari girl was snuggling against my chest. Patting her head gently, I said softly "Bahut acchha laga, Hetal ... tu aise hi seva karti rahegi to bahut khush kar degi tu hum logon ko..."
She lifted her head up to look at my face, and for the first time in the entire morning, smiled at me. Nodding her head silently, she caressed my heaving chest, and replied softly "Haan, saheb ... samajh gayi..." Content with having such a good fuck early in the morning, I leant back in the couch and closed my eyes. Realizing that I was through with them, both mother and daughter stood up from the couch, and began to put on their clothes.
Reaching for my discarded khakhi shorts, I extracted my wallet from the rear pocket. Pulling out a 500/- rupee note, I handed it to Gajra ben with a smile on my face. With a pleased smile, she took the note from my hand, and touched it to her forehead reverently. "Aapko meri chhokri acchhi lagi na, saheb..." she asked in a crooning voice, her thick lips creased in a smug smile. In response, I just nodded my head and gave a short agreeable laugh. "Aur kucch seva, saheb..." she asked, in the customary fashion.
"Thhoda sa paani pila do mujhe ... bahut pyaas lagi hai..." I replied with a smile. "Haan, saheb ... abhi laayi..." she responded, and walked towards the kitchen to get me a glass of water. As she went into the kitchen, I pulled out the 500/- rupee note which I had earlier offered to Hetal as an incentive to take photographs of her. Standing up, I thrust the note into the neck of her blouse, and giving her firm ripe breasts a little squeeze, said to her in a whisper "Yeh tere liye ... teri maa ko iske baare mein kucch mat bolna..."
She threw a glance at the kitchen door as if to check on her mother before clasping my hand and saying "Shukriya, saheb ... aap mujhe phir se aapki seva karne ki liye bulaayenge na..." her eyes gleaming at the sight of the unexpected money. "Bulaaunga ... lekin apni maa ko saath mein mat laana..." I said to her with a laugh. She moved away from me hastily, and busied herself with dbanging the choli over her body as Gajra ben returned carrying a glass of water for me.
As I gulped down the water thirstily, Gajra ben picked up the aluminium pot in which she'd brought milk, and Hetal helped her lift it and place it over her head. With that they muttered their parting greetings, and departed. Closing the door behind them, I headed for a shower to wash off the sweat and semen secretions that were clinging to my body.
Feeling invigorated after the morning's 'work-out' and the shower, I decided to step out for some breakfast. It'd been a while since I'd eaten break-fast at the local mess and I was not in the mood for cereal and milk yet again. That would mean that I wouldn't be home when the maids came in, but I was not in the mood to see them today in any case.
After a hearty breakfast of aaloo parathas, I was on my way back home when it suddenly occurred to me that Kalpana aunty's daughter, 17-year old Jigna, would have returned from her picnic yesterday night. It'd only been a week since she'd left for her picnic, but I was already beginning to miss her. After having a fill of mature women, I was now longing for some fresh teenage flesh. I swung my bike into the lane where Kalpana aunty lived. Parking my bike outside their house, I rang the bell.
The door was opened by Kalpana aunty's husband, Jatin bhai. Upon seeing me, his pudgy face creased into a big smile, and he exclaimed "Arre Jignesh bhai ... you'll live a hundred years ... we were talking about you only!" even as he took me by my arm and led me inside. As always he was dressed in his house attire of a lungi and a sleeveless vest that was stretched to its limit by the massive girth of his pot belly and flabby chest. "How was your trip, uncle ... I hope you were able to sort out all your business matters..." I asked by way trying to make casual talk. "Very good ... very good..." Jatin bhai replied enthusiastically " ... with the help from your side, I was able to take care of many things..."
Hearing our voices, Kalpana aunty came into the living room from the kitchen. Upon seeing me, her face lit up, and she smiled. This was the first time we were meeting publically after having slept together, and I could see that she was blushing as she smiled at me. "Hello, aunty ... how are you..." I greeted her pleasantly, as I got up from the sofa and walked up to her. "Hello beta..." she managed to reply in a rather shy voice, as I went up to her and shook her hand. As our fingers intertwined, I gave her hand an extra squeeze and winked at her; a gesture that caused her to blush violently.
At this early hour in the morning, she was still dressed in one of her old frayed bottle green night gowns. Some of the hooks at the neck were missing, and she'd used safety pins to hold it together at her neck. The strap of her black bra under the gown was visible at her shoulder, and as I glanced at the deep cleavage formed by her massive 38-C breasts through the open neck of her gown, her brown face darkened with embarrassment. To put her at ease, I asked "Won't you offer me some tea, aunty..." a pleasant smile on my face. "Oh, of course beta..." she responded immediately, and bustled into the kitchen.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 31
As I returned to the sofa, Jatin bhai came and sat next to me. "There's something I wanted to discuss with you, Jignesh bhai..." he began, pulling up his legs and getting comfortable on the sofa. And he began to give me a speel about how profitable the scrap business was if one could find smart people to invest in. In a nutshell, there was a lot of money to be made by just playing middleman and setting up a large warehouse for collection and distribution of commercial and industrial scrap for recycling. Within a few minutes I figured that he was trying to sell me the story in the hope that I'd invest in it.

I was curious about where Jigna was, as she was nowhere to be seen. "Uh ... yes ... sure..." I muttered absent mindedly to Jatin bhai, not at all interested in his proposition. At that moment, Kalpana aunty returned to the living room carrying a tray with a cup of freshly prepared tea for me. As I took the cup of tea from her, I asked casually "So where's Jigna, aunty ... she's not to be seen..." "She's having a bath, beta ... she has to start going to college from today na..." she informed me. "She's already late for college ... let me call her..." she said to herself as she went out of the room. "Jignaa..." I heard Kalpana aunty call out aloud from the kitchen " ... come out soon ... Jignesh bhai is here..."
I heard Jigna respond to her mother, but couldn't make out the words, muffled as they were behind the bathroom door. I sipped on my tea and chatted casually with Jatin bhai. After a few minutes, I heard Jigna open the bathroom door and ask her mother "Is Jignesh bhaiya still here ... or has he left..." her voice eager. Without waiting for an answer, Jigna rushed into the living room, and upon seeing me, her face lit up with unbridled pleasure. "Hiii Jignesh bhaiya..." she squealed as she rushed across the room towards where I was seated. "Hi Jigna..." I responded with a big smile.
It'd been almost a week since I'd seen her, and the sight of this dusky sexy 17-year old teenage college girl turned me on immensely. Having just got out of the bath, she was dressed in nothing but a simple white petticoat that reached up to the middle of her thighs, something that girls of her age habitually wore under their college uniforms. Her wet hair was tied up with her towel, which was soaked wet with the water, and droplets of water were rolling off from her hair on to her face, neck and shoulders.
It was evident that she'd not toweled herself dry fully, as her white petticoat was damp at places and clung to her young ripe body seductively. "Jignesh bhaiyaaa..." she squealed excitedly at the sight of me, and ran towards me. For a moment I was scared that she'd not mind her surroundings and embrace me openly in front of her parents. But she checked herself just in time, and as she reached me, she grabbed hold of both my hands and shook it enthusiastically, her beautiful white teeth gleaming as she smiled brightly. As she pirouted on her toes and jumped up and down excitedly, I couldn't help but notice the way her firm young budding 32-B breasts shook under white petticoat.
I was embarrassed by the open affection she was displaying for me here in her own house in front of her parents, and I had to pull my eyes away from her body with effort. Putting on a most relaxed smile, I said "So how was your picnic ... did you have a good time?" Before I could complete my sentence, she began to speak "Oh, we had such a wonderful time, bhaiya..." and then proceeded to tell me all about her picnic. As she finished speaking, her father said in a light-hearted tone "All that is fine, dikra ... but have you at least thanked Jignesh bhai for sponsoring your picnic..."
Even though his words were directed at her, his eyes were on me, and he had an expression on his face which was trying hard to flatter me, undoubtedly in an attempt to woo me to fund his new venture. "Of course she has thanked me, uncle..." I said with a smile, before Jigna could respond. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying some naashta for breakfast. Spotting Jigna sitting by my side on the sofa, she said to her in tone of rebuke "Arre, you're still sitting here ... go inside and get ready for college ... you're already late ... and you're going to miss your bus..."
Jigna made a face at her mother, and bounded off into their bedroom to change, even as her mother placed the tray with the savories on the teapoy next to me. "You have your tea Jignesh bhai ... I'll go have a bath quickly ... even I have to go out now..." Jatin bhai said, as he excused himself and waddled off towards the bathroom inside. With Jigna inside the bedroom as she changed, and Jatin bhai getting into the bathroom for his bath, I was alone with Kalpana aunty for a few minutes. As we heard both Jigna and and her father lock the doors of the bedroom and bathroom respectively, our eyes met instinctively.
The door of the living room was open, and Kalpana aunty turned around to throw me a knowing glance as she picked up an empty tea cup and went into the kitchen. Without any hesitation I followed her into the kitchen. She was at the kitchen platform fiddling around with the utensils. As I approached her, she turned to look at me. There was a look of yearning in her eyes. Without a word, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her ample waist. Thanks to the sight of Jigna, my cock was already at half mast, and as I wrapped my arms around Kalpana aunty's waist, I pressed my pelvis into her massive ass that stood out so prominently under her cotton night gown.
"Beta..." she whispered in arousal as my fingers closed around the ample flesh of her belly and my turgid cock pressed against the fleshy mass of her ass. "I missed you, aunty..." I breathed huskily, resting my chin on her shoulder. "I also, beta..." she whispered back, even as she threw a furtive glance at the closed door of the bedroom. Fooling around with her in broad daylight in her own house, and that too in the presence of her daughter and husband in the house gave me an immense thrill. As she twisted her head sideways to look up at my face, I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her passionately on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her willing mouth.
She let out an involuntary shudder and moaned softly, as my hands crept up from her pudgy belly and cupped the massive orbs of her heavy 38-C breasts through her gown. In spite of wearing a bra, I could feel the thick outline of her hard nipples through the gown, and I made it a point to pinch those aroused nipples. "Kalpu..." we heard Jatin bhai call out from the bathroom. Scared witless, she disengaged from me quickly, and I too moved back hastily. "Bring me my towel..." Jatin bhai ordered from the bathroom, even as Kalpana aunty began to fumble with the utensils on the kitchen platform.
As she bustled away to fetch him his towel, she threw an embarrassed smile at me, and her face was flushed with excitement. I just winked at her and gave her my most charming smile. At about the same moment, the door of the bedroom opened and Jigna came out. She'd changed into her college uniform of beige knee-length skirt, white shirt, and coffee brown tie. She'd tied her damp hair into two braids on either side of her shoulder, and looked fresh as a daisy to me; fresh enough to eat.
Seeing that her mother had stepped into the other bedroom for a moment to fetch a towel for her father, Jigna crept up to me wordlessly and embraced me. Wrapping her arms around my back, she pressed herself to my body, her head resting against my chest, and her young ripe teenage breasts burning into my torso. "Oh bhaiiyaa ... I missed you..." she breathed, holding on to me as tight as possible. In return I wrapped my left arm around her back and cupped her pert little buttocks with the palm of my right hand, and pressed my already swollen shaft to her belly. "I missed you too, baby..." I whispered back to her, squeezing her butt gently. She looked up towards my face and beamed; and let go off me just as Kalpana aunty returned to the room carrying a towel for her husband.
Jigna was tying her shoe-laces when I returned to the living room. She looked up at me and smiled when she spotted me looking at her. Returning her smile, I went and sat beside her on the sofa. Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying a plate with some breakfast and a glass of milk for Jigna. "Oh no, mummy ... I'll miss my bus if I wait to eat this..." protested Jigna, making a face. Kalpana aunty let out an exasperated sigh, and said to her "Why can't you ever get ready in time, Jigna..." Jigna avoided her mother's irritated gaze, and resumed tying her shoe-laces. "Don't worry, aunty..." I interjected "I'll drop Jigna to her college..." flashing a smile at Kalpana aunty.
Turning to Jigna, I said "You have your breakfast, baby ... don't worry about the bus..." Upon hearing this, Jigna beamed and said happily "Oh, that will be so nice, bhaiyaa..." dimples forming on her dusky yet pretty face. "You're going to spoil her, beta..." Kalpana aunty said to me with a smile, as she placed the plate and glass on the tea-poy infront of Jigna. As Jigna gobbled down her breakfast hurriedly, Kalpana aunty got me another cup of tea. Once she was finished, I took leave of them, Jigna in tow. She slung her college bag over her shoulder, and got on the bike behind me. Kickstarting the bike, I rode out of their lane.
As soon as we were out of eyesight, Jigna wrapped her arms around my back from behind and pressed her body to my back. Feeling her young ripe body pressing against my back sent a thrill of arousal through me. "Oh bhaiyaa ... thank you so much for taking me to college today ... I wish I could go to college with you everyday..." she crooned, resting her chin on my shoulder, causing those firm pert teenage breasts of hers to press against my back. Reaching behind with one hand, I caressed her bare knee where her skirt had ridden up, even as I replied "You know you can come to me any time you like, baby..."
As we rode, I casually enquired about Sejal, not wanting to show too much interest in her friend lest I make her jealous. To my relief, Jigna responded enthusiastically. "Oh, bhaiyaa ... Sejal and I missed you so much in the picnic, you know ... all the boys in our class are so stupid ... we kept telling each other how nice it would've been if Jignesh bhaiya was there with us..." continuing to hold me tight from behind. "Really... ?" I asked, not sure if she was just trying to flatter me. "Of course, bhaiya ... if you don't believe me ... ask Sejal..." Jigna replied, doing her best to convince me. Flattered, I laughed and replied "Well ... for that I have to meet her no..." letting my words trail.
Suddenly, Jigna exclaimed "Bhaiyaa ... I have an idea ... will you take us for another movie today ... like we went last time..." tightening her grasp around my waist " ... we'll bunk some classes again today..." she finished, trying her best to convince me. My cock gave a lurch at the thought of the last time I'd gone to a movie hall with these two girls, and it was with great restraint that I managed to reply "Umm ... I don't think that's a good idea, baby ... what if your pappa and mummy come to know of it..." "No, bhaiya ... they'll never know..." Jigna protested, pleading with me. I grappled with the predicament for a few minutes before replying. "No, baby ... it's risky, you know..." Jigna pouted, and let out a little grunt. "But here's what ... I'll come over to your place tonight for dinner ... and if you want, you can invite Sejal to come over also..." I said with a smile.
Jigna let out another squeal at that suggestion, and snuggling up to me, said "Oh, that'll be wonderful, bhaiyaa..." Her mind was working furiously as she began to plan to get Sejal over to her place, and after a pause she continued "I'll tell Sejal's mummy that we have to sit and copy some notes for the classes we have missed, and so Sejal has to come to my house ... and I will also tell her that she will be staying over at my house, because we will take time to finish our homework, no..." her tone one that was trying to convince herself more than me. "Hmm ... sounds OK to me..." I said casually, trying very hard to control my arousal at the thought of spending the night with these two sexy teenage collegegirls in the house.
Soon we reached Jigna's college, and as she got off my bike, she waved to her friends at college proudly, as if wanting to show off that she was getting dropped off by someone. She lingered for a moment once she got off, before clasping my arm and saying "I'll wait for you in the evening, bhaiyaa..." her eyes looking into mine. The sheer passion with which this teenage girl was displaying her liking for me was enough to turn me on. With that, I engaged gear and rode off, waving my byes to her. Meeting the young sexy Jigna after all these days had turned me on immensely, and I was looking forward to some relief. I knew that I could go to Kalpana aunty's house any time I wanted, and that she'd only be more than happy to 'entertain' me.
But I decided against it; not wanting her husband to suspect anything. In any case, I'd be going to her place at night today. And moreover, I'd had my fill of mature women over the last few days, and was craving for some fresher meat. That's when I suddenly rememberd that I had an open invitation from the voluptuous Radhika aunty to visit her parlour once again. It was too early in the day, and I was not sure if she'd have opened her parlor by now. All the same, I decided to take a chance and drop in at her place. As I approached out colony, I swung my bike into the lane where Radhika aunty lived, and also ran her parlor.
Parking my bike a few blocks away, so that it would not be spotted outside Radhika aunty's house, I walked over to her house. As I approached the door, and was about to ring the bell, I heard the tinkling sounds of a bell from inside. Nonetheless, I rang the bell. The door was opened a few moments later by Rakhi, the fair Sindhi girl who was the youngest of the three girls who worked at Radhika aunty's parlor. As I'd mentioned before, she was an extremely fair thin petite girl, who had just crossed 20. She had a slender face with a sharp nose and a delicate pointed chin. Her hair was cut short so that they came to just below her ears. But to me the prettiest part of her face were her lips.
Slender, like the rest of her, her lips were almost pink and that rather wide mouth lent a unique character to her face. She was dressed in a simple white Lucknowi suit comprising of a tailored figure-hugging kameez that accentuated her slender, almost thin, body and her small petite breasts, and a matching loose baggy lehenga. Upon seeing me, her eyes widened with surprise. But she recovered quickly, and folding her hands together in greeting, said to me with a smile "Namaste, sir ... good morning, sir..." As I glanced inside; I realized that the sound of bells tinkling I'd heard was them performing their morning pooja. It never ceased to amaze me how people of almost every profession sought God's blessings for the work they did, no matter what the work was.
I mumbled an embarrassed "Good morning..." even as Radhika aunty and the other girl, Swati, turned to look at me. Radhika aunty was holding a plate laden with the usual pooja material comprising of some rice, a bowl of water, some red kumkum, some fruits, and a few flowers. She was reciting a pooja even as she kept ringing the bell with her right hand, and moving her left hand holding the plate in a circular motion. A few incense sticks had been lit under the single photograph of one of the numerous ***** deities.
Her eyes too widened upon seeing me at this early hour in the morning, and her plump sexy face creased into a pleased smile. "Oh, I'm sorry..." I mouthed noiselessly to her, embarrassed at having interrupted their pooja, and gestured with my hand conveying that I'd leave and come back later. Without stopping her recital, she shook her head in the negative, and indicated to me with her eyes that I should stay. As I stepped inside uncomfortably, Rakhi closed the door behind me. I stood there silently with my hands clasped in front of me, as I watched Radhika aunty go about her morning prayers, which I presumed was the norm at the start of every day of business.
As always, she was dressed ornately in a dark green Banarsi silk saree, with a red border, embroidered with golden thread. Under the saree, she wore her ubiquitous sleeveless blouse, which was of a color that matched the red border of her saree, and showed of her bare fleshy arms in good measure. She had all her ornaments on, including the heavy gold and black bead mangalsutra, a dozen red and green glass bangles in each hand, and dangling gold ear rings. As always, she wore her saree well below her navel, accentuating the fleshiness of her well rounded belly and heavy fleshy hips.
The other dark skinned girl, 25-year old Swati, was dressed pale green salwar-kameez, once again tailored to show off her homely didi-next-door figure to perfection. She too was of a slim build, though much fuller than the almost bony structure of Rakhi. She had an oval angular face with large expressive eyes and prominent eyelashes. Though dark, she was one of those dusky beauties who could turn you on with just her eyes. Her straight hair was tied back in a simple pony, and with the dupatta of her dress dbangd over her head, she looked like your next door neighbourhood friend's elder sister. Her medium sized breasts, which I estimated to be 32-C, were well rounded and hung rather low on her chest.
Soon, Radhika aunty finished her pooja, and turned towards me with a smile. "Looks like my morning prayers have been answered..." she said brightly " ... look who is the first person to step into my parlor today..." even as she walked up to me and proceeded to apply some of the red kumkum from her plate on my forehead. "I'm sorry aunty that I disturbed your pooja..." I began apologetically, even as I lowered my head to allow her to apply the red powder on my forehead. "Hush..." she cut me off " ... here ... have some prashad..." she said, thrusting a piece of cut apple into my mouth.
With that she turned towards the two girls, both of who were standing with their hands folded and their dupatta dbangd over their head. She proceeded to repeat the same with them. Finally, she applied some of the kumkum on her own forehead, before proceeding to keep the plate on the mantle. Turning towards me, she gave me a smile of genuine pleasure, and said "I'm so glad you decided to come in the morning itself beta ... now I'm sure the rest of the day will go very well..." even as she walked up to me, and placing one of her hands on my waist, proceeded to pinch my chin fondly; as if I were a little boy.
As I blushed, the dusky Swati said in a tinkling voice "Yes, Radhika ji ... now that Jignesh sir has come ... we will have a wonderful day..." a smile on her sexy lips even as she looked straight into my eyes. At this Radhika aunty pulled me towards her by my waist, causing my arms to press against her heavy firm breasts, and said with a little chuckle "Oh yes ... but first we have to make sure we give him a wonderful time ... don't we..." her eyes merry even as she playfully pinched my cheeks. "Oh yes, ma'am ... we will..." Swati replied promply, her big round eyes on me; a seductive smile on her dark lips.
"Won't we, Rakhi..." she said flirtatiously to the other girl, even though her eyes continued to gaze into mine. Clearly embarrassed, the demure Rakhi only managed to mumble "Uh ... yes, sure ma'am..." her eyes darting to steal a glance at me before she looked away. "Ok, girls ... go and get ready for work now..." Radhika aunty instructed the two girls, as she took my hand and said to me "You come with me, beta..." and led me to her massage room upstairs, even as the two girls disappeared into the bedroom on the ground floor to change into their uniforms.
As I followed her up the stairs, I asked "Hasn't Seema didi come today, aunty..." since there was no sign of her. "Oh, she called today morning to say that she was not feeling too well..." replied Radhika aunty, even as my eyes were riveted to the way her heavy ass swung under her saree as she climbed the stairs. After last night's torrid session with Seema didi and her mother, I was not surprised that she did not seem to be too keen on coming to work today. As we entered the bedroom that served as the massage room for customers, Radhika aunty turned towards me and said "You take off your clothes now, beta ... I'll be with you in a minute..." a hint of mischief in her smile.
Though this was my second time here, the idea of stripping in front of a houseful of women was still uncomfortable to me. As Radhika aunty disappeared into the other room, I began to remove my clothes, and soon stripped down to just my underwear. To my embarrassment, I noticed that there was a small wet spot on my white Jockey underwear, where my aroused penis had secreted a small amount of pre-cum, thanks to having fooled around with the delightful Jigna in the morning. I contemplated removing my underwear also, but decided against it since I was even more embarrassed to get completely naked.
Just as I was debating in my mind, Radhika aunty swept into the room, followed by the two girls, Swati and Rakhi. The sight of her left me gaping. My eyes widened involuntarily as I took in the sight of Radhika aunty and the two girls. She had taken off her saree, and was clad only in her red sleeveless blouse and a matching red petticoat! Except for her saree, she'd removed nothing, and looked incredibly arousing, including her heavy gold mangalsutra, the big red bindi on her forehead, her thick lush lips adorned with lipstick, the gold earrings dangling from her ear lobes, and the dozen green & red glass bangles on each hand.
It was then that I realized that she was wearing high-heeled sandals, which contributed to make her look at least an inch taller than she actuall was. As I swallowed, my eyes moved towards the two young girls, Swati and Rakhi. Both of them had changed into their uniform comprising of a short pleated black skirt, and a black knit collared t-shirt that had the words "Radhika's Beauty Spa" embroidered into them in white thread, on the left side of the chest. "Are you ready, beta..." Radhika aunty asked me with a bright smile, even as the seductive dusky Swati gazed into my eyes with a hint of a teasing smile on her dark lips, her eyes taking in my well muscled body.
The rather shy and demure Rakhi, just stood there behind Radhika aunty and Swati, her hands clasped in front of her skirt, and she looked every bit like a shy young college girl, in that black skirt and t-shirt uniform, which contrasted sharply with the fair milky white complexion of her skin. My cock stiffened considerably, as I turned to look at Radhika aunty again, and replied "Uh, yes ... yes, aunty..." who by now had come closer to me. "Why don't you lie down, beta..." she said with a merry twinkle in her eyes, which held the promise of many naughty things to come.
As I lay back on the bed, Radhika aunty leaned forward and said in a soft voice "Today we're going to give you a time that you'll never forget, beta..." her eyes gazing into mine " ... all three of us are going to service you..." she continued. "I never service my customers myself, beta ... but for you..." she let her voice trail. "Oh, aunty ... really..." I mumbled, even as I struggled to keep my eyes away from her heavy lush breasts that strained against the confines of her snug fitting red sleeveless blouse and bra underneath. "Yes, beta ... really ... if you don't believe me ... ask them..." she said, waving her hand in the direction of Swati and Rakhi. "Yes, sir..." the dusky Swati chimed in immediately, eager to join the conversation. "Many VIP customers ask for Radhika ma'am ... but she has never agreed..." she continued, looking at me with her dark seductive eyes.
"Oh, aunty ... you're being so nice to me..." was all that I managed to mumble, even as Radhika aunty continued to smile at me and let her fingers trail along my forearm. "Whatever you want, beta ... whatever you need us to do ... just ask, ok..." she said huskily, squeezing my forearm. Embarrassed to the core, I squirmed, and glanced at the two girls, who too were looking intently at me, though the shy Rakhi immediately averted her gaze when my eyes met hers. As if reading my thoughts, Radhika aunty said "Don't feel shy because of them, beta ... they're here for your pleasure only ... they'll do whatever you tell them to ... won't you, girls..." addressing the girls as she sat down on the bed by the side of my waist.
"Yes, ma'am..." replied the dusky Swati immediately, even as she came close to my legs, and gently placed her hand on my shin, her eyes shinging as she gave me a suggestive look. It was when she moved towards my feet on the bed that I noticed how her breasts swung freely under the black knit t-shirt. It took me a moment to realize that Swati was not wearing her bra under her t-shirt, and that caused her rather low-hung breasts to swing freely under her t-shirt. When she noticed that I was looking at her breasts, she allowed a slow seductive smile to come to her dark lips, and then turned her gaze to the bulge that was now prominently visible through my white underwear.
The slim fair Rakhi also moved towards my other leg, so that the two girls were now positioned near my feet at the foot of the bed, while Radhika aunty was seated on the bed right next to my waist. Running her hands across my chest, she said "You have a very nice body, beta ... did you go to the gym today also?" her hands continuing to roam across my chest. "Umm, yes ... aunty..." I mumbled, goosebumps coming on my skin as I felt her red painted nails scbang my nipples. "Haan, ma'am ... such a nice body sir has no..." chimed in the dusky Swati sexily, batting her eyelashes.
"Don't you think so, Rakhi..." she asked, continuing to give me all sorts of suggestive looks with her large dark limpid pools. Startled, the demure Rakhi answered "Uh, haan ... yes..." her eyes fluttering wildly. "Ok, girls ... the oil must me warm now ... go get it..." instructed Radhika aunty to the girls. With a chorus of "Yes, ma'am..." both the girls went into the other room to fetch the oil, with which I presumed they were going to massage me. As the girls disappeared into the other room, Radhika aunty turned to me and said "Beta, I think you should remove your underwear also ... otherwise it will get stained with oil, no..." a glint of a teasing smile on her red lip-sticked lush lips.
Seeing the look of discomfiture on my face, she hastily added "Oh, don't feel shy beta ... it's only us..." laughing gaily at my state. "Uh, aunty..." I said, not at all comfortable with stripping completely even before they began the massage. "Arre, beta..." Radhika aunty chided me "If you're so shy, then I'll give you a towel ... here..." handing me a thick white turkey towel to wrap around my waist. Instead of handing it to me, she just dbangd it across my pelvis, and said with another little chuckle "Now are you comfortable ... now you can remove your underwear..." a sexy lilt to her womanly voice.
Avoiding her gaze, I slid my hands under the towel, and lifting my hips off the bed, proceeded to push my underwear down my thighs. She helped me in pulling it down my legs and removing it from my ankles, just as the girls returned carrying two glass bowls of warm aromatic oil. Radhika aunty stood up from the bed, and began to remove the numerous rings she'd worn on her fingers, even as the girls placed one bowl on the night stand at the head of the bed, and the other on a small stool at the foot of the bed.
Walking up towards the head of the bed, so that she was behind my head, Radhika aunty ran her fingers through my hair, and said "Beta, it's been a long time since I myself massaged someone ... so if there's anything you feel uncomfortable with ... tell me..." "Yes, aunty..." I responded, even as she dipped her fingers in the bowl of warm aromatic oil, and began to massage my forehead with.
At the same time, the two girls also wet their hands with oil, and began to massage my feet, Swati taking on my right foot, while Rakhi began on my left foot. As her thick fleshy hands began to gently rub my forehead and temple, Radhika aunty said in a soft voice "Just relax, ok beta..." her fingers beginning to massage my head fully. I closed my eyes; as I felt this mature 36-year old Punjabi housewife, along with her two young employees, begin to work their magic on my head and feet.
Through my closed eyes, I felt Radhika aunty reach for something under the bed, and suddenly I felt the upper portion of the bed rising. It was then that I realized that the bed had some contraption built into it, which allowed the upper half of it to be raised along a hinge in the middle. "Are you comfortable, beta..." I heard Radhika aunty ask me, as she locked the lever into place, such that the bed was now raised at an incline of about 30-degrees, rather than being flat. "Yes, aunty..." I replied, wondering how they'd thought of such things.
Pouring a liberal amount of the warm aromatic oil in her palm, Radhik aunty began to massage my scalp vigorously, even as Swati and Rakhi were painstakingly rubbing each of my toes with their soft hands. I could hear the glass bangles on Radhika aunty's hands tinkle, as she made casual talk with me, enquiring about my college, and teasing me about my girlfriends, even as she continued to massage my head and scalp in a firm yet soothing manner. Her gently massaging of my head was so soothing that in a while I felt myself dozing off.
After a while, I felt her shaking me by my shoulder. As my eyelids fluttered open, I saw that she'd moved to the side of my face, and was looking at me, an enigmatic smile on her face. "You look so cute when you're sleeping, beta..." she said fondly, ruffling my hair as if I was some small kid. "Sorry, aunty..." I mumbled " ... your hands were so soothing that I dozed off..." At that she let out a little laugh, and leaned forward towards me, resting her elbows on my chest so that her heavy ample breasts straining inside that red sleeveless blouse of hers was only inches away from my face.
Running a long nailed finger along my face, she said in a soft voice "I'm very glad to hear that, beta ... now that I know I can put you to sleep ... let me see if I can awaken you also..." the last few words said in a husky whisper, even as she brought her face close to mine, and slid her hand down my torso, to run her palm over the lump of my cock under the thick white turkey towel. As I'd dozed off, my cock was limp. Teasingly running her fingers over the limp lump in my briefs, she brought her face so close to mine, that any further and our lips would have met. I could feel her hot breath on my face, and could feel the faint smell of paan from her mouth.
"We can't have him going to sleep, can we..." she said a thick soft voice, as her fingers continued their teasing minstrations on my limp cock through the under wear. I was beginning to breathe faster now, and glanced at the two girls, who were still at my legs. They'd moved up to my shin now, and had bent my legs at the knees, and were massaging my calves. The petite Rakhi was intent on massaging my calves with her pale milky white soft hands, while the dusky didi-next-door Swati was too doing the same thing, but her eyes were on my face, a seductive expression on her face.
The combination of Radhika aunty's hot breath on my face, her heavy mature full rounded breasts pressing against my chest through the blouse & bra, and her fingers teasing my cock, got me erect in no time, and I could feel my cock stiffening and begin to form a tent under the towel. As I felt my cock stiffen, Radhika aunty straightened and continuing to let the palm of her right hand rest on my stiffness pushed away a stray strand of hair from her round Punjabi face. Now she was standing right next to my chest, and due to the elevated position of the adjustable bed, I had a good view of her heavy well endowed bosom.
Reaching out with my right hand, I clasped her fleshy ample waist, and said hoarsely "Aunty, I'm..." letting my voice trail. "Yes, beta ... I know..." she replied in a soft voice, even as my eyes went from her face to the deep cleavage caused by her bra holding together her heavy breasts together inside the blouse. Pulling my eyes away from her breasts, I looked into her eyes, hoping my gaze would convey my desire. As our eyes met, she straightened her back, and thrusting her chest out a little bit, said to me huskily "You want to see my breasts, beta..." her voice so clear that it embarrassed me.
"Ohh, aunty..." was all I managed to gasp. At this, she smiled at me benignly, and cupping both of her breasts in her palms through the blouse, she said with a little smile "I'm old now, beta ... but my breasts are not so bad ... I try to maintain them ... do you think they are sagging a bit now..." her voice a seductive croon, as she cupped her heavy breasts and proferred them for my examination. Squeezing them with her hands, she crooned "See ... they're still quite firm ... feel them..." her voice inviting, as she leant forward a little bit, inviting me to feel her breasts.
With a little groan, I reached out and felt one of her heavy 36-C full breasts with my hand. As my fingers closed around the almost firm flesh of her heavy mature breasts, she smiled with satisfaction and said "Would you like to see them, beta..." referring to her breasts. "Oh yes, aunty..." I said softly, trying my level best not to get carried away. At this, she let out a little chuckle that embarrassed me, and without a word, began to open the hooks of her red sleeveless blouse. As I watched the sexy 36-year old Punjabi housewife open the hooks of her blouse, I felt the girl Swati give an extra hard squeeze to my calf muscle.
Turning my gaze to her, I saw that she was looking at me with a smile, and as her hands rapidly rubbed my calf muscles, her loose ripe breasts jiggled invitingy under the thick fabric of her black knit t-shirt. Seeing me glance at her chest, she leaned forward purposely, and pressed her soft breasts to my knees through her t-shirt, all the while keeping her eyes on me. In response, I pressed my right knee back to her chest, relishing the feel of her soft pliant breasts under the t-shirt. Rakhi, on the other hand was still intently massaging my left calf, her eyes focused only on my legs and avoiding looking at anyone else. To encourage her, I pressed my bent knee towards her too, an action which caused her to glance at me and give me a nervous smile.
By this time, the busty Radhika aunty had opened all the hooks of her red sleeveless blouse. As my eyes took in the sight of her full mature and heavy breasts encased inside a frilly black bra, I swallowed involuntarily and licked my lips. Her breasts were so heavy and full that I was sure she was a D-cup and not a 36-C as I'd estimated earlier. It was as if the heavy mass of her breasts were straining to leap out of a bra that was clearly one size too small for her. As she kept her eyes on me, and peeled the sleeveless blouse off her shoulders, I saw the way her thick turgid nipples were protruding from the lacy material of her black bra.
Her skin was wheat complexioned and not very smooth, with freckles spread liberally over her torso. The sight of her fully made-up, in her black bra and the red petticoat, which was worn well below her navel to display her fleshy yet firm belly with a deep navel, caused my cock to lurch inside my underwear. Dropping her discarded blouse on the floor she took my right hand in hers, and brought it to her cheeks, resting her cheek in the palm of my hand. Closing her eyes, she sighed and slowly moved her face so that my palms caressed her cheeks; an action which also caused my elbows to brush against those incredibly heavy and firm breasts.
Operning her eyes, she looked at me with an expression of unbridled lust, and to my utter surprise, slid the index finger of my hand into her lush wet mouth. As I felt her thick red lipsticked lips close around my index finger and her tongue begin to suck on my finger, I groaned "Ohh, aunty ... you're driving me crazy..." At this she smiled, and said in a sexy whisper "Oh, this is just the beginning, beta..." With that she slid my finger out of her mouth, and slid it down her neck, till it came to rest in between the deep cleavage formed by her big heavy breasts pressed together inside the bra.
As my finger traced a wet line from her neck to her cleavage, my palm involuntarily closed around the heavy fleshiness of her breasts through the bra, an action to which she responded by throwing back her head in an exaggerated gesture of arousal, and emitting a low throaty moan. She was a professional to the core, knowing just what it took to feign arousal, and make a man feel like a king. I decided that two could play the game too. Letting out a moan of arousal myself, as I scbangd my fingers against the protrusion of her thick nipples through the bra, I exclaimed "Oh, aunty ... even after all these years ... you're still the sexiest lady I've ever seen..."
At this, her eyes fluttered open, and I saw the look of pleasure color her cheeks. "Really, beta..." she gushed " ... you really think so..." "Oh yes, aunty ... yes..." I responded with as much feigned fervor that I could. Before she could say anything else, the sexy Swati chimed in from behind "Yes, ma'am ... even at this age ... you're so much more sexier than most younger girls ... that's why all customers always ask about you when we're giving them a massage..." her voice eager, not wanting to miss a chance to flatter her employer. Pleased at the flattery she was receiving not only from me, but her own employee, Radhika aunty's plump face flushed with pleasure, and she glanced at the demure Rakhi, as if to seek her opinion too.
The poor shy girl just smiled embarrassedly, and mumbled something incomprehensible, her eyes darting towards me in between. "You made me really happy today, beta..." gushed Radhika aunty, and without any preamble just leant forward and pressed her lush red lips to mine. "Ummm..." she moaned, as she darted her tongue in and out of her mouth and tried to pry open my lips, even as she muttered "I have never kissed any of my customers, beta ... but you are special..." as she slid her thick wet tongue into my mouth and tongued me passionately, pressing her bra-clad heavy mature breasts to press against my chest.
As I let out a muffled groan and opened my mouth to French kiss her mouth, she also slid her hand down my belly and once again squeezed my already erect cock through the white turkey towel. "Ummmhhh..." I also moaned, squirming on the bed, as I felt her tongue invade my mouth, the faint smell of cloves enticing in her mouth, even as I felt her fingers close around the thick girth of my cock through the towel. Wrapping my arms around her back, I caressed her back, even as I lifted my hips off the bed, urging her to feel my now fully erect cock. At the same time, my right hand slid under her armpit as I tried to grab hold of her heavy breast pressing against my chest.
Taking the cue, the lusty Radhika aunty pulled her lips away from mine, already beginning to breathe heavily, and quickly reached behind her back. Straightening, she quickly undid the clasp of her bra behind her back, all the while keeping her eyes on me. As the strap of her black lacy bra came undone, the heavy mass of her breasts seem to settle down with a weight of their own, pulling the bra straps off her shoulder in the process. I watched, mesmeised, as the lusty Radhika aunty slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and bared her magnificent heavy breasts to me.
She was a sight to behold. There is something incredibly erotic about a housewife who's topless and yet has all the rest of her ornaments and make-up on. Kalpana aunty with her 38-C breasts had a broader chest than Radhika aunty, but the girth and volume of Radhika aunty's magnificent Punjabi breasts was definitely more than that of Kalpana aunty; and I was dead sure that she was a 36-D cup. Even though they settled on her flesh belly due to their own sheer weight, they still sat proudly on her chest like like a firm mass of flesh.
They were not soft or pliant by any sense, but rather had an incredible firmness to them. She did not have very good skin, but more than made up for it by the sheer eroticism of her nearly perfect mature breasts. They were capped by a pair of thick dark brown nipples, which had dark black areolas usually associated with women her age. The clinking of her glass bangles as she dropped her bra on the floor, snapped me out of my reverie, and my eyes flew to her face. She was watching me with an expression that was a strange mixture of pride, affection, and lust.

To Be continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 32
Straightening her back, she shook her chest gently, causing those heavy breasts of hers to shake, even as she looked into my eyes and asked "Are they as nice as you expected, beta..." her voice betraying her need to be re-assured. "Ohh, aunty..." I croaked " ... far far better than I expected..." Hearing this, she smiled with pleasure, and cupping both of her heavy breasts in her hands, shook them enticingly in front of my face. "I know I'm fishing for compliments, beta ... but what to do ... these days I rarely get any compliments from young men like you..." she said with a little laugh, even as she herself glanced at her breasts, and ran her palms along the sides of it, as if massaging them to bring the circulation back.

"Oh, ma'am..." chirped the sexy Swati from the side " ... why do you say that ... we keep telling you no ... that you have such a sexy hot body ... hai na, Jignesh sir..." the last few words directed at me. "Of course..." I responded, still unable to pull my eyes away from her heavenly mammaries, as I licked my lips involuntarily " ... Uncle is such a luck man..." I added, referring to her husband.
At this, Radhika aunty threw her head back, and laughed heartily, an action which caused her heavy breasts to quiver. "You're so cute, beta..." she said, to my utter discomfiture at being called "cute" again, before adding " ... but I think you're the one who's luckier ... having the three of us at the same time to service you..." her voice naughty and teasing again, as she continued to chuckle. At this, I turned my gaze to look at the other two girls, both of who had gone back to my feet, and were massaging the toes. The sexy Swati was standing right at my feet, and as she rubbed the fingers of my toes, she was pressing her pelvis to my feet; while the demure Rakhi was a picture of dedication, intent on massaging my left feet.
When my eyes met Swati's, she bit her lips seductively, and ground her pelvis to the small of my feet. I smiled at her, and turned my gaze back to Radhika aunty who'd by now climbed on to the bed at the side of my hips, and was leaning forward with both her palms resting on either side of my head, dangling those heavy mature breasts right over my face. "Just compliments won't do, beta..." she said huskily, shaking her torso again causing those heavy mammaries to quiver and shake in front of my face.
With a groan, I reached out and cupped both of her heavy breasts in my hands. As my palms closed around the flesh of her breasts, I was amazed by how hard and firm they were. A slow smile creased the lusty Punjabi housewife's face, as my fingers squeezed the flesh of her breasts, and her eyes bore into mine intently. Leaning forward further, she brought her lush red lips close to mine, and thrust out her tongue. Without touching her lips to mine, she began to run her tongue along my lips, encouraging me to do the same.
I responded by opening my mouth, and thrusting out my tongue too. Our tongues intertwined and lashed against each other erotically, our salivas intermingling, as she let out a low throat moan, feeling my fingers squeeze and knead her heavy fleshy breasts. This was new to me, as I'd never experienced such a 'tongue-licking' only, without out lips touching. With a groan, I squeezed her breasts hard, eliciting another groan of pleasure from her. Pulling her tongue away, she gazed into my face, her face clouded with lust.
She watched the way my chest rose and fell with my shallow breathing, before lowering herself further on my face, thrusting those delicious mature breasts into my mouth. With an animal like cry, I clasped my mouth over her left breast, opening them wide to take as much of her heavenly breasts as possible into my mouth, and began licking and sucking on them like a man possessed. Her left hand grabbed hold of my hair and pulled them roughly towards her breasts, urging me to suck on them harder, even as slid my right hand to her voluptuous heavy butt and squeezed them.
"Yesss, beta..." she hissed, as she slid her free right hand down my belly and almost roughly grabbed hold of my throbbing hard cock through the towel, which by now had formed a tent under the towel. I desperately wanted her to take hold of my rock hard cock in her hands and start stroking them, but she just kept teasing it through the towel, prolonging my sweet torture. As I pulled my mouth away from her breasts to catch my breath, I saw her twist her neck sideways and motion something imperceptibly with her head to Swati and Rakhi.
At that unsaid command, Swati smiled and nodded her head at Radhika aunty, and immediately ceased the manipulations they were subjecting my feet to. Then to my utter arousal, both of them bent forward, and taking each of the big toes of my feet into their mouth, began to suck on them! A surge of arousal coursed through me like electricity, as I felt these two young girls sucking on my toes, and I let out a small cry. "Auntieeee..." I hissed, tightening my grasp around Radhika aunty's proferred breasts, even as I involuntarily jerked my feet back.
"Relax, beta ... just kiss me..." she whispered with urgency, once again plunging her mouth towards mine and began kissing me with ardor, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. Pulling her mouth away from mine, she straightened her back, and sat up. Looking into my eyes with a hint of a smile on her thick lush lips, her chest heaving, she slid her hands back up to my chest, and began to tease my erect nipples with her long red finger nails. At the same time, Swati and Rakhi began to work their way upwards, continuing to run their tongue in a teasing manner, from my toes to my ankles.
With a little sigh, Radhika aunty leant forward, and began to run her tongue along my ear lobes, causing me to squirm violently. As goose bumps came up on my arms and chest, she slid her tongue to my neck, and then on to my chest. It was as if the whole thing was orchestrated, with Radhika aunty conducting the show. As soon as Radhika aunty began to lick my chest, and flick her tongue across my nipples, the two girls also began to slide their tongue upwards, holding on to my legs, and licking the insides of my knees.
I was going crazy with all this tongue teasing, and squirmed and thrashed about on the bed violently, prompting Radhika aunty to look into my face with a smile and whisper "Just relax, beta ... then it won't tickle you..." as if she could read my mind. The sensations of arousal were no longer just restricted to my cock, and I guess that was what these professionally trained masseuses could do to you. As Radhika aunty saw me gazing at her breasts and her thick brown erect nipples which were still glistening with my saliva, she said "You want to suck on them, beta..." her voice husky. I just nodded my head, unable to speak.
Giving me a benign smile, she stood up and quickly moved to behind my head. Leaning forward from behind my head, so that her heavy mature breasts were almost smothering my face, she began to run her tongue along my chest and nipples again; thus giving me the best of both worlds. I groaned as I grabbed hold of her breasts roughly, and squeezed and mauled them, and lost no time in clamping my mouth around them and sucking on them like a man possessed, driven crazy by the three tongues that were teasing and licking my body.
In that postion, bent over me, she slid both her hands towards my pelvis and began to tease my erect cock through the thick towel again, running her short thick fingers along the length of my shaft under the towel. The two girls, Swati and Rakhi, had by now straightened, and pushed my legs back so that they were bent at the knees at a right angle, my feet resting on the bed. I caught them looking at Radhika aunty, and in response to something she would have conveyed to them by eye-signs, nodded their heads.
Pouring some more oil into their palms, they began to massage the underside of my thighs. Since my legs were lifted off the bed from my hips, the towel around my waist had slipped up. I reached down to adjust the towel to cover my erect phallus again, an action which caused the dusky Swati to smile at me knowingly. The girls were on either side of me now, Swati on my right and Rakhi on my left. Having massaged my hamstrings thoroughly with the warm aromatic oil, they made me straighten my legs once again.
The tent formed under the white towel by my erect cock was clearly visible, and I saw the shy Rakhi steal a glace at it. I was past caring now, since I was going berserk on Radhika aunty's heavy plump breasts which she was liberally rubbing across my face now, running it across my tongue which I had stuck out of my mouth. Not a word was being spoken and the only sounds were of my heavy breathing, and Radhika aunty's occasional sighs of pleasure as I caught hold of her breasts once in a while and flicked my tongue across the erect nipples rapidly.
Having made me straighten my legs, the two girls moved upwards towards my torso, and gently pulled at my arms. It was obvious that they were following Radhika aunty's instructions. Taking hold of my arms, both of them made me rest the palm of my hand on their shoulders, and began to knead the muscles of my arms. Radhika aunty too straightened up, and began to knead the muscles of my shoulders and the crook of my neck with her well oiled hands. Freed of her smothering breasts, I looked at Swati.
Upon catching my glance, she flashed me one of her seductive dusky smiles, and moved closer to me, causing my elbows to press against the pliant softness of her free hanging breasts under the t-shirt. I responded with a knowing smile of my own, and pressed my elbows harder against the softness of her breasts. Turning my head to the other side, I purposely looked at the petite young Rakhi. As I looked at her, she lefted her gaze and gave me a shy embarrassed smile, something that turned me on more than Swati's lascivious smile had. I gave her a genuine warm smile, and squeezed her shoulder. This made her look at me again, and seeing the smile on my face, she smiled a little more confidently.
Swati then proceeded to sit down on the bed by the side of my hips, and resting my elbow in her lap, began to knead and press each of the fingers of my hand. Having finished with my fingers and palm, she moved towards my forearm and then to my upper arm, leaving my hand free to move. Deciding that I'd played the shy boy enough, I slid my hand over her luscious low hanging breasts, and pressed them softly through the knit fabric of her t-shirt. It was as if she was waiting all along for me to do that, for she reacted by letting out an exaggerated sigh, clasping my palm and pressing it on to her breasts in encouragement.
As I ran my thumb over the softness of her plaint breasts through the t-shirt, trying to trace the outline of her nipples, I turned my gaze towards Rakhi. Her petite breasts were hardly visible through the loose t-shirt, and I decided to take a bolder approach with her. Sliding my hand down her torso, I placed the palm of my left hand on her slender waist. When she felt my grasp tighten on her taut slender waist, I felt her stiffen, even though she still did not look me in the eye.
I slid my hands down further, and felt her smooth, almost skinny, thighs under the hem of her black skirt. I felt her quiver when my palm touched the milky whiteness of her slender thighs. I was tempted to slide my hands under her skirt and cup her small derriere, but decided against it. I realized that this girl was not a professional like Swati, and decided to go easy with her. Instead, I just squeezed her thigh gently, which made her look at my face tentatively. If anything, she was cute. Slender aquiline face, thin rosy lips, and short hair cropped in a boyish fashion. The color had rushed to her cheeks due to the attention I was giving her, and her thin pink lips were parted, with her breath coming out faster.
Her small perky breasts were almost indistinguishable under the black t-shirt, and in that uniform, she looked like a young college girl, even though she was almost 20. When she looked at my face, I gave her a reassuring smile and nodded my head imperceptibly, which I hoped would convey to her that I was not going to treat her like a whore. I thought she understood my look, for she reciprocated my smile with an almost relieved smile, and as if to convey the feeling, gave my shoulder an extra squeeze, where her hands were massaging me.
This little unspoken exchange between me and Rakhi had not gone unnoticed by the dusky Swati, and as if to bring my attention back to her, she gave my other shoulder and extra squeeze on the right side. I turned my gaze to her, only to see that she was looking intently at my face, her expression seeming to pose a question. She was probably used to getting more of the attention between these two girls, and was visibly miffed that I was paying more attention to the diminutive Rakhi.
Giving her a smile, I raised my arm at the elbows, and once again let it rest against her torso, the back of my palm coming in contact with her soft pliant breasts. She batted her eyelids flirtatiously, and slid her oily hands to my chest, running it over my chest. I'd momentarily forgotten Radhika aunty, who was still standing behind my head and gently massaging my neck muscles. When she slid her hands on to my chest too, I glanced up at her. She gave me a knowing smile, and slid her fingers to the hair at the center of my chest. When she ran her fingers through the hair and tugged at them gently, I said "Yes aunty, I know ... I too wish I did not have so much hair on my body..." which was a fact since I was rather conscious of the fact that I had hair on my chest and my legs.
"Arre, beta ... what are you saying..." she said to me in a chiding tone " ... hair on your body makes you look so manly ... otherwise the girls will call you a chikna no..." she added with a laugh. "Haan, sir..." added Swati from the side, eager as always to join a conversation, and second her employer " ... you look so macho because of the hair ... and you have such a nice body, sir..." she added, giving my nipples a playful pinch, an impish smile on her face. I smiled at her flattery, and asked "Really... ?" giving her erect nipples a pinch through the t-shirt, to which she responded with a giggle.
"Really, sir..." she replied instantly in an earnest voice " ... hai na, Rakhi... ?" she asked Rakhi, as if to reassure me. Embarrassed, Rakhi glanced at Swati's face first, before turning to look at me, as she replied "Uhh ... haan, yes sir..." embarrassed at being dragged into this teasing conversation. "Now you're happy, beta..." laughed Radhika aunty " ... all three of us have given you a certificate of being macho..." playfully pinching my nipples again, her fingers interlacing with Swati's which were already on them.
"Certificate to idhar hai, ma'am..." added the dusky Swati with a mischievous smile, as she placed her free right hand on the protrusion of my cock which was swollen like a pole under the thick white towel, and gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting laughter from Radhika aunty. It was first time today that one of these two girls had taken the initiative of fondling my cock, and it heightened my sense of arousal. I slid my hand down Swati's firm slender body till it came to rest on her waist, and gave it a squeeze.
She giggled and looked at me, before turning to glance at Radhika aunty. She must have got some sort of a signal from Radhika aunty, for she immediately began to pull her t-shirt from her skirt where it was tucked inside. The gesture, though subtle, was hugely erotic for me, as in was an open invitation for me to slide my hand under her t-shirt. I obliged immediately by sliding my hand under her t-shirt and feeling the bare skin of her waist. She gazed into my eyes intently and took a step closer towards me, as if urging me to go further.
Her skin was hot to touch, and as I slid my hand further up under her black knit t-shirt, I was rewarded immediately by the feel of her soft pliant breasts under them. They were so incredibly soft, perhaps the softest pair of tits I'd ever felt. As I'd said earlier, her breasts were not the firm perky types, but rather the longish soft types, which hung rather low on her chest. Cupping her soft dangling breasts in my palm, I squeezed them, eliciting a moan from her. She put on a sufficient act of twisting her head sideways, and putting on an expression of exaggerated arousal on her dark sexy face, biting her lips in the process.
I felt a movement on my left side, and turned to see that Rakhi too was pulling out her t-shirt from where it was tucked inside her pleated short skirt, ostensibly on a signal from Radhika aunt too. And then to my utter surprise, she took my left hand in hers and gently placed it on her hips, under her t-shirt, all the while avoiding looking at me. I felt a small shudder go through her when she felt my hand on the bare skin of her slender waist. Deciding to go further with her, I slid my hand up her smooth taut belly till my finger tips touched the underside of her small perky firm breasts under the t-shirt.
An involuntary sigh escaped her lips when my fingers touched her breasts, and she leaned forward almost instinctively. I responded my gently placing my palm on her small firm perky tits and pressing them, rather than squeezing. I could feel the small nubbins of her tiny erect nipples burning into the palm of my hands. As I felt the firm contours of her small breasts, I realized her tits were almost like the budding tits of a girl who's just entered her teens. Thus, with one hand under the dusky Swati's t-shirt, squeezing her pliant dangling medium sized 32-C breasts, and the other hand under the petite Rakhi's t-shirt, fondling her perky 30-B breasts, I felt like a king.
Glancing up, I saw Radhika aunty, with her relatively huge 36-D heavy breasts dangling over my face, give me a knowing smile. When I looked up at her from below, she cupped her right breast and squeezed it for me, and nodded her head in a manner that intended to convey something. I saw her glance at the two girls, and nod to them, another unspoken message conveyed. The girls responded immediately, and took a step backwards. As I looked on, Swati quickly pulled her t-shirt above her head, and dropped it on the floor.
Swati would've about 25 – 26 years old. She had that look of your neighborhood friend's elder sister, which would have made you lust for her. Her figure was slender yet curvy, and she had that sexiness to her associated with most dark skinned good looking girls. My cock gave a jerk under that thick towel when she took off her top to bare her breasts. They were the most unusual pair of tits I'd seen in a girl so far. They were full and rounded, but were unusually elongated and hung rather low on her chest.
They were placed some distance apart on her chest, and the space between her tits on her chest was clearly visible. A hint of sweat made her body gleam in the light of the room. She had large black areolas capping the tip of her breasts, but her nipples were rather flat and did not protrude out much. As she leaned to her side to drop her t-shirt, those pendulous soft breasts of hers swung gracefully, adding immensely to her eroticism. There is something about a young girl getting topless, and only wearing a skirt that turns me on immensely, and it did so this time too.
She smiled coquettishly when you saw that I was staring unabashedly at her breasts, and looked into my eyes with longing, as if waiting for me to say something. Breaking the silence, I heard Radhika aunty say "Looks like you like my Swati's boobies, beta..." her voice teasing, as she moved away from behind my head and came to stand by my right side, next to Swati. As I looked at her face, embarrassed again, she let out a little laugh, and sliding her right hand behind Swati's back, cupped both of her soft pliant dangling breasts, and squeezed them. Shaking them up and down alternately, she said to me "See, they are nice and soft ... don't you like them, beta..." a smile on her lips, and a merry twinkle in her eyes.
My cock gave another lurch at the lascivious way in which the 36-year old Radhika aunty was pressing her own big firm heavy breasts to Swati's shoulder, and cupping and sqeezing her soft tits to show them to me. "Umm, yes aunty..." I managed to croak, unable to take my eyes away from the way Radhika aunty was toying with her tits to arouse me. "You like them more than mine... ?" she asked me teasingly, toying with Swati's nipples with her fingers, her eyes were twinkling merrily. "Oh no, aunty ... yours are the best..." I responded. At this she threw back her head and laughed aloud, causing her heavy full breasts to quiver. "Dekho ... ladka badmaash hai ... lekin aunty ko hameshaa khush rakhega..." she said with a laugh, to both the girls in general.
Swati giggled at this, even at Radhika aunty looked at Rakhi and said to her "What are you waiting for, girl ... yeh Jignesh hi hai ... inke saamne sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Rakhi, who'd been standing there fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt, blushed violently, and I could see her pale cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. With a little murmur, she too slowly pulled her black t-shirt over her head to bare her slender milky white body to me. What a sight she was, standing there in nothing but a black skirt. Her milky white skin contrasted sharply with the black skirt, and her little tits were like those budding breasts you normally see on girls who've just developed breasts.
They were small firm mounds on her chest, almost conical, and were capped by small light brown areolas, and tiny puckered pinkish nipples, that looked almost virgin to me. My throat went dry, as the very shy Rakhi glanced at me, a completely helpless look in her eyes, as if she was almost apologetic of showing her under developed body to me. Clearing my throat, I slid my hand on the bed and clasping her quivering hands subtely, gave it a gentle squeeze. Clearing my throat, I said to her in a calm voice "Rakhi, you're very beautiful ... and very sexy..." My remark caused her eyelids to flutter, and she looked at my face as if to see if I was making fun of her.
But seeing the expression on my face, she blushed, and managed to say through quivering lips "Thank ... thank you, sir ... thank you, Jignesh sir..." repeating herself in her awkwardness. "See, I told you, na ... Jignesh likes you..." said Radhika aunty from the other side " ... kya karun, beta ... bahut sharmaati hai yeh ladki..." turning to look at me as she said the last words. I just smiled at Radhika aunty, even as I gave Rakhi's hand another reassuring squeeze away from Radhika aunty's and Swati's looks. Mercifully, she responded by clasping her fingers around mine, and squeezing my hand.
"Now, it's time for your special massage, beta..." Radhika aunty said to me, leaning forward to once again squeeze my turgid cock which was standing to attention under the thick towel. It was frustrating me to no end, that even after all this while, none of the women had made a move to touch or feel my cock naked. Even as I watched, Radhika aunty poured a liberal amount of the warm aromatic oil from the glass bowl on to my chest. Swati moved towards my legs, and did the same to my legs, before passing the bowl to Rakhi, who poured the remaining oil on my left leg.
The three of them began to spread the oil copiously on my body, Radhika aunty taking care of my chest and arms, while Swati and Rakhi took care of my legs. My body was slick and slippery with the warm oil, and I watched on as the varied size and shapes of tits of these three women shook and jiggled when they spread the oil over my body. Asking me to raise my arms and leave it above my head, Radhika aunty bent forward, and to my utter arousal, began to massage my oil-slick chest with her huge firm breasts.
A small groan escaped my lips, as Radhika aunty placed her right palm on the prominent bulge of my swollen cock through the thick towel, and dangling her heavy full breasts over my chest, began to move her torso back and forth, causing her breasts and nipples to massage my chest. At about the same time, I felt the two girls also begin to do the same on my thighs, knees, and shins. While the dusky Swati's soft pillowy breasts felt like a wet sponge was being rubbed on my thighs, the petite Rakhi's perky breasts felt like a firm cushion. "Ohh, auntieee..." I cried out, despite myself, and reached out with my right hand to cup Radhika aunty's full heavy derriere.
"Liking it, beta..." she asked teasingly, even as her pudgy fingers continued to manipulate my swollen cock through the thick turkey level. "Yes, yes, yes..." I gasped, even as I strained my neck to look at Swati and Rakhi. Both of them were bent forward, with their hands clasped behind their back, and swinging their torsos in such a way that their breasts teased and caressed my bare legs. I'd never experienced something like this before, and with another groan, I desperately began to try to lift up Radhika aunty's dark red petticoat, in an attempt to feel her bare legs and ass.
When she felt my hands fumbling on her thighs, she glanced at me and gave me an understanding smile. Without a word, she straightened her back, and reaching up to her waist, began to untie the cord that held her petticoat at her waist, taking care not to let her oily fingers smudge her petticoat. Untying the cord, she loosened her petticoat around her prominent waist, and allowed it to slide down her legs. Stepping out of the petticoat which lay in a heap around her ankles, she placed her hand on her hip, and stood in front of me, clad only in a sexy black pair of panties.
Unlike the types that married housewives usually wore, her panties were of a sexy black lacy type, barely covering the thick mound of her cunt, and just about covering the heavy full roundness of her butt. She stood there for a brief moment, as if posing for me, allowing me to take in the sight of her near nudity. Like most heavily built Punjabi women, she had a body that seemed to have been built for sex. Her fleshy waist flared out to wide prominent hips, and a pair of rather stocky and heavy thighs.
As she stood there, with a smile on her face, her huge 36-D breasts glistening with oil, those thick dark brown nipples shining like tiny headlights, with her hip cocked to one side, in those black high-heeled sandals, I let out a tiny cry of lust. "Auntiee ... you're so ... so sexy..." my voice hoarse. She let out a little chuckle at that, and playfully shook her shoulders, causing her heavy mature breasts to swing voluptuously. As she took the few steps forward to come close to me again, I reached out with my right hand and grabbed hold of her slippery oily breasts. Grabbing hold of her left breast with both my hands, I pulled them towards my mouth with an animal-like cry, and clamped my lips on them.
As I opened my mouth and tongued and sucked on her breasts like a greedy child, I felt the taste of the oil invade my mouth. But I was past caring now, and she too encouraged me by cradling my head in the crook of her arm, and feeding me her heavy mature breasts. My right hand slid down her torso, and ran along her thick thighs, caressing them wantonly, and reaching up every now and then to cup her huge fleshy buttocks. Even as I was immersed in suckling on Radhika aunty's oily breasts, I felt Swati and Rakhi move up towards my pelvis, ostensibly on some eye signal from Radhika aunty.
I felt their hands linger on my thighs, sliding in between my thighs and caressing the insides. At the same time, Radhika aunty, who was holding my head cradled in her arms like a child, allowing me to go crazy on her heavy firm breasts, slid her hand down my belly, and for the first time today, slid in under the towel. I let out a muffled groan, as I felt her thick oily fingers wrap themselves around the base of hard cock, and hold the cock upright. My mouth automatically clamped around her proferred breast, and I almost bit on her thick turgid nipples hard as she did that.
"Ohh, beta ... you're so hard..." she whispered huskily, as she hastily threw aside the thick white towel to bare my cock, and pressed my face to her breasts harder. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw my rigid cock standing up like a steely rod, the foreskin partly peeled back, and the shiny tip of my cock glistening with pre-cum. "Oh, what a beautiful cock he has..." Radhika aunty crooned sexily, holding my cock at the base and shaking it gently, causing it to sway like a flag pole in the wind. At the same time, I felt the hot Swati slide her hands between my thighs, and scbang the underside of my swollen balls with her long finger nails, even as she said huskily "Ohhh ... see how beautiful is Jignesh sir's hathiyaar, Rakhi..." her voice dripping with honey " ... so big ... and so hard..." the words addressed to Rakhi, but clearly intended for me to hear.
Letting go off my head, Radhika aunty laid my head down gently on the pillow, and and made an exaggerated gesture of cupping her heavy breasts, and squeezing them, hissing to me at the same time "Ohh, beta ... you have such a beautiful tool ... you will make really happy with this..." squeezing my cock gently, and beginning to stroke it slowly. As I felt her slide her oily hands up and down along my cock, I threw my head back and let out a prolonged groan of pleasure, relieved that my cock was finally getting the attention that it had been craving for so long.
Continuing to stroke my rock hard cock slowly, Radhika aunty bent forward once again, and began to flick her tongue across my small erect nipples. I responded by sliding my hands down to the back of her thighs and caressing it. As she felt my hand on her thighs, she parted her legs a bit, which allowed me to slide my palm in between her heavy thighs from behind. Sliding my hand upwards between her thighs, I felt the thick mound of her mature pussy under the thin lacy black panty.
As I rubbed my fingers along the fleshy mound of her cunt, she let out an exaggerated moan, and began to stroke my cock harder. Turning my gaze to look at Rakhi, I saw that she still standing apprehensively near my waist, her eyes intently watching the way Radhika aunty was stroking my rock hard cock, the velvet colored glistening mushroom shaped tip of my cock fully visible now. Swati caught me looking at Rakhi, and she said to her "Bol na, Rakhi ... don't you think Jignesh sir has a beautiful cock..." her voice dripping with false arousal.
Flustered, Rakhi glanced at me nervously, before mumbling in a barely audible voice "Haan ... I mean ... yes sir..." averting her gaze hastily, the color once again rushing to her cheeks. With a maddening lilt in her voice, Swait continued "Oh ma'am ... let us also get a feel of sir's beautiful cock no, please..." batting her eyelids as she said that. Radhika aunty let out a little laugh at this, and straightened her back. "So who's stopping you, girls..." she asked good naturedly "I'm sure Jignesh won't mind ... will you, beta... ?" her tone teasing. Embarrassed, I just managed to smile awkwardly.
"Ooohhh..." I heard Swati croon, as Radhika aunty let go off my throbbing cock, and it slapped against my belly like an angry snake. Reaching out, she took of my cock almost gingerly, emitting low throaty sounds. "Ooohh ... so nice..." she continued to hiss, as she took my cock in her hand and began to slide her soft slender hands along my shaft. Turning to look at my face, she smiled coquettishly and gushed "Oh, sir ... I've never seen such a beautiful cock before ... never..." feeding me a line which she probably fed every single customer of hers. When I smiled back at her, she pretended to blush, and bit her lips, continuing to stroke my erect cock.
I watched the way her incredibly longish dark soft 32-C breasts jiggled and shook, as she stroked my cock. Seeing my eyes on her pendulous tits, the lusty Swati leaned forward, and dangling her breasts over my cock, began to rub the tip of my cock on her barely visible nipples and those incredibly large dark areolas. I threw my head back and groaned when she did that. "Oooh, see Rakhi ... sir likes that ... why don't you also feel it..." her tone as if she was telling one of her classmates in college what to do for homework. Rakhi blushed, and threw a furtive glance at me.
When I nodded imperceptibly, she too reached out and gingerly felt my cock with her slender milky white fingers. "Hold it nicely na, Rakhi..." Swati said to her impatiently, making her wrap her fingers on my cock, and then wrapping her own fingers over Rakhi's. In this manner she made Rakhi stroke my cock, while she continued to fondle my swollen balls with her free hand from below. Rakhi's milky white hands contrasted sharply with the dark tone of Swati's color, and I had never had my cock stroked by two girls at the same time before. I could see that she was still distinctly uncomfortable having to service me in this manner in front of the others.
To encourage her, I reached out with my left hand and beckoned to her with my fingers to come closer to my chest. She responded immediately and took a few steps towards me, close enough for me to place my hand on her bare slender waist. Squeezing her waist gently, I said to her softly "Bahut acchha lag raha hai, Rakhi ... please keep doing that..." a gentle smile on my face. Her face flushed pink once again, and for the first time in the day, she managed to give me a genuine smile of warmth.
Sliding my hand upwards from her slender waist, I let it linger on her taut flat belly. I felt a little shudder go through her body when I did that. Encouraged, I slid my hand upwards till I could cup her perky little breasts in the palm of my hands. When my fingers closed around the firmness of her pointed perky breasts and genty pinched her tiny erect pinkish nipples, a soft sigh escaped her lips. Even as she closed her eyes, and continued to gently stroke my throbbing cock, I felt Swati also move closer towards my chest.
Radhika aunty stepped backwards to let Swati come closer to me, and when I glanced at Radhika aunty's face, she nodded her head at me and gave me a sign to go ahead and enjoy these two girls now. As soon as Swati stepped closer, I reached out and cupped her dangling soft breasts with my right hand. She let out a little sigh, and leaned forwards towards me immediately. Bringing her face close to my ears, she whispered "Ohh, sir ... it feels so nice when you do that ... do it harder no, sir ... please..." in a voice that could turn a man's head.
In response, I just grabbed hold of the pony tail of her hair, and pulled her face to mine. Opening my mouth, I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her with all my pent up fervour, whispering to her in return "Swati, you are so hot..." She moaned, and opened her mouth too, plunging her wet tongue into my mouth and kissing me back. As I kissed the dark skinned girl-next-door Swati, I squeezed Rakhi's perky breasts harder, causing her also to sigh and tighten her grip on my cock. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her looking at the way Swati was kissing me, and I thought I could see a hint of envy in her eyes.
Swati was mashing her soft pillowy breasts to my chest almost wantonly now, and when I pulled her face away, holding her by her hair, she was panting with excitement, her breath coming out through her lips in short shallow gasps. I let go off her hair, and slid my hand to her chest to cup her dangling dark breasts again. I scbangd my finger nails against her large dark areaolas, causing her to let out another exaggerated moan of "Ohh, Jignesh sir ... what are you doing ... you're making me so hot..." the words delivered as smoothly as a professional actress.
I just smiled at her and turned my attention to Rakhi, still continuing to play with her tits. I caught Rakhi's eye and winked at her, and nodded to her subtely. Sliding my hand upwards to her neck, I pulled her gently towards me. She complied immediately and leaned forward, bringing her face inches close to mine. Licking my lips, I looked her in the eye, and gently pulled her face downwards to kiss her. As my lips touched hers, she let out sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes. I had no intention of being rough with her, and so I just held her gently by her neck, and kissed her as softly as I could. After brushing my lips against her briefly, I pulled my face away, and looked at her.
She seemed surprise at my gentleness, and her lips quivered. Her aquiline face had wide mouth, with thin pink lips, which for some strange reason turned me on immensely. I too closed my eyes, and pulled her lips to mine once again. This time I parted my lips, and allowed my tongue to run over her lips. She responded by parting her lips too, and we kissed each other lovers would, gently and with love, our tongues probing each others mouth softly. My left hand had slid down her waist, and I slid my hand under her short black skirt, feeling her almost skinny thighs.
I felt her shiver as my hands caressed her thighs, and as I slid my hands upwards under her skirt, I was in for a surprise. The shy, demure Rakhi was not wearing panties! I felt her body go stiff when my fingers closed around her almost flat bony ass, and I felt a thrill course through me when I realized that she was naked under the skirt. I wondered if it was the same with Swati too. I let my fingers roam over her small compact ass, and gently probed at the crack of her ass, causing her to part her thighs automatically. Sliding my middle finger under the crack of her ass, I felt the soft patch of pubic hair at her vagina.
I was glad to find that she was not clean shaven, and had kept her pussy trimmed, and as my fingers slid further inside, I felt the wet slit of her young pussy for the first time. Her body quivered at the unexpected intrusion of her vagina, and I felt her mouth clamp down on mine with fervor. She let go off my cock, to which she was holding on all this while, and her hands automatically grabbed hold of my chest and my shoulders. Not wanting to scare her off, I just gently manipulated my fingers at the slit of her vagina, feeling the wetness that was beginning to betray her emotions.
I finally ended my kiss with Rakhi, and I sensed that she straightened with some bit of reluctance, as if she did not want to stop kissing me. I flashed a smile, and wrapped my hand around her slim compact buttocks again, my fingers intermittently caressing her vulva from behind. Turning my attention to Swati, I saw that now it was she who seemed to be looking at me with something like a frown on her face. But the moment I looked at her, she put on a seductive smile on her lips again, and said "I hope you did not forget me, sir..." her tone both flirtatious and accusing at the same time, even as she reached out with her hand and took hold of my erect cock again.
When I laughed at her comment, she flashed me her trademark sultry smile, and proceeded to dangle her dark luscious breasts in front of my face. Letting her tits dangle only inches away from my lips, she said in a low whisper "Don't you like my boobies, sir..." I just looked her in the eye, my eyes burning with lust, and ran my tongue across my lips. She giggled like a college girl, and then teasingly brushed her soft dangling breasts against my lips.
With a groan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered teat into my mouth. Her breasts being the types which hung low on her chest, they fit into my mouth rather easily. As I applied some pressure and pulled in as much of her low hanging succulent breast into my mouth, she let out a low soft moan of pleasure. "Haan, sir ... aise hi ... zor se karo naa, sir..." her voice husky. As I sucked on breast hungrily and chewed on them, I quickly slid my hand under her skirt. This time around I was not so surprised to find that she too was not wearing panties under her skirt.
Her butt, like her tits, was soft and bubbly, and when I squeezed them hard, she let out another soft pretentious cry of "Oh, sir ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho..." I just grinned and continued to maul on her luscious ripe tits, even as she increased the tempo of stroking my cock. At that moment, I felt a movement between my outstretched thighs, and when I strained my neck to look at what it was, I was stunned to see that Radhika aunty had clambered on to bed from the side of my legs, and was parting my legs to get in between them.
She was on all fours between my outstretched legs, and when she caught my gaze, she gave me in impish smile. Without a word, she leaned forward and took hold of my cock, her big heavy mature breasts dangling enticingly over my rock hard steely cock. I involuntarily bit harder on Swati's soft tits, when I felt Radhika aunty take my cock in her hand. She began stroking my cock gently, even as she brought her face near my crotch and began to run her tongue along the insides of my thighs. I squirmed violently at this, and my hands which were under Rakhi's and Swati's skirts respectively, instinctively grabbed their butts harder.

To Be COntinued...