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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 33
Both the girls were watching Radhika aunty intently, as they probably hadn't seen her indulge in such activities with anyone in a long time. Continuing to stroke my throbbing cock, which by now was slick with the oil as well as my own pre-cum, she slid her tongue erotically along the insides of my thighs till she reached my swollen hairy balls. Sticking her thick juicy tongue out, she began to tongue my balls, an action which caused me jerk my hips upwards violently and cry out "Oh, auntieee..." Unmindful of my cries, she began to jerk my cock rapidly, and thrust her head further under my balls, and making me pull up my thighs towards my torso, so that she could have better access.

A few strands of from the coiffeured bun that she'd tied her hair into, had come loose, and it was a hugely erotic sight to see this 36-year old buxom Punjabi housewife, kneeling between my thighs on all fours in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties, and tonguing my swollen balls. Emitting a throat grunt, she slid her face upwards, till I could feel her hot breath on my swollen cock. I watched with anticipation, as she looked at my cock almost lovingly, and smeared the pre-cum all over the swollen blood-gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock with her fingers.
Throwing me another lusty glance, she asked Rakhi to pass her the bowl of warm oil which was on the night stand next to the bed. When Rakhi passed her the bowl, she dipped her fingers in the warm oil and smeared it along the length of my shaft. Then, without a word, she leaned forward again, and cupping her heavy mature breasts with both her hands, trapped my cock in between them. Raising her neck to look me in the eye, she began to rhythmically pump my cock between the firm cleavage of her heavy full breasts.
Her eyes glinting with lust, she asked me huskily in her native tongue "Acchhaa lag rahaa hai, beta..." her voice so throaty, I barely heard it. I nodded my head dumbly, my breath escaping my lips in shallow gasps, as the intense arousal caused by her stroking my cock between her oily breasts began to overcome me. She had thrown her heavy mangalsutra back across her neck, and was moving her torso up and down, to give my cock sensations never known below.
I felt Swati's hand clasp mine, which were still under her skirt, and rather unobtrusively guide it to the front. She took a step backwards and twisted towards me, and looking me in the eye, nodded to me subtly, even as she took my hand and pressed my palm to her clean shaven pussy under her skirt. There was a look of such wanton sexiness in her eyes that I had to fight back an urge to grab hold of her and shove my cock into her moist pussy.
Finally when the sexy Radhika aunty released my cock from the clasp of her breasts, and immediately took it into her mouth; I threw my head back and let out a long prolonged moan of pleasure. At first, she took only the swollen tip of my cock and swirled her tongue around it, driving me crazy. Then gradually, she opened her thick lipped mouth wide, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth, allowing the tip to touch the base of her throat.
Maddened with lust, I began to roughly caress the smooth shaven lips of Swati's cunt, which was already dripping wet. Looking her intently in the eye, I thrust my middle finger into her cunt rather roughly, and felt it go in as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her fingers grabbed hold of my arms, her finger nails digging into my shoulder, as I began to finger her hard, making her body shudder. Her dark lipped sexy mouth opened in a wide 'O' and a soundless cry escaped her lips, even as she arched her hips, pushing her pelvis on to my palm. She had the juiciest pussy I'd fingered, and my fingers were already making squishy sounds as I thrust my middle finger in and out of her moist cunt.
My tempo of fingering Swati's wet cunt matched that of the hot Radhika aunty bobbing her head up and down on my cock, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. My balls contracted, and my swollen cock threatened to spew its load right into her sucking mouth. I had to grab hold of the bun of her hair, and plead with her "Auntiee ... please ... if you continue like that I won't be able to hold on any longer..." my voice raspy in my throat. Her lips were coated with a shiny mix of her saliva and my pre-cum, and as she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, she gave me a sly smile and said "Now we can't have that ... can we ... we are just getting started here ... hai na, Swati..." she said tilting her gaze towards Swati.
"Ohh, ma'am..." Swati replied in a sing song voice " ... if sir continues to do this ... I will also not be able to hold on any longer..." her fingers tightening their grasp around my wrist, even as I continued to manipulate the wet cavity of her moist pussy. Radhika aunty threw back her head and laughed heartily at that. Then turning her gaze towards Rakhi, who was standing there mutely, watching the spectacle, she said "Arre ... what are you doing just standing there, ladki ... why you don't like Jignesh, is it?" her tone one of mock rebuke.
Flustered, the poor girl mumbled "Uh ... umm ... no ma'am ... I mean ... yes ma'am..." "No ma'am ... yes ma'am ... what..." teased Radhika aunty " ... today there is only 'yes sir' ... not 'no ma'am'..." she continued to tease the poor shy Rakhi. My left hand which was still under Rakhi's skirt from behind, gave her pert little butt a gentle squeeze. She looked at me and managed to say "Sir ... please tell me ... what ... what I can do for you..." The poor girl's expression combined with the tone of her voice, melted my heart, and removing my hand from under her skirt, I said "You don't have to do anything for me, Rakhi ... you're the boss ... you can do whatever you like..." my voice soft, as I gazed into her eyes mildly.
The color rushed to her cheeks once again at my rather kind words, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. Then deciding against it, she dropped her gaze and closed her mouth. At this, Radhika aunty said "Beta, she is new ... she doesn't have much experience ... so please don't get annoyed with her..." immediately trying to justify her girl's naivety, and at the same time trying to pacify me. I had found the demure Rakhi's shy demeanour rather appealing, and that coupled with what Seema didi had told me about her background meant that instead of being annoyed with her, I was rather drawn to her.
"Oh, aunty ... why should I be annoyed with her ... Rakhi is a nice girl..." I replied to Radhika aunty, turning to look at Rakhi when I said the last few words. She threw me a grateful look. "Acchha, you come here..." instructed Radhika aunty " ... I will tell you what to do..." as she beckoned to Rakhi with her fingers. As I watched, Radhika aunty took hold of my slippery wet swollen cock again, and said to her "What gives a man the most pleasure is a woman taking his manhood in her mouth ... and sucking on it like she loves it more than anything else in the word..." her tone like she was teaching a college child.
"So, why don't you start with that, beti..." Radhika aunty said to her rather kindly, and shook my hard cock for effect. Throwing me a glance, to which I responded with a subtle nod, Rakhi took hold of my slippery wet cock in her slender, almost delicate, fingers, her hands quivering. As her shivering fingers wrappe around the girth of my cock, I lay back on my pillow and closed my eyes. I knew I would be embarrassing her more if I looked at her when she took my cock in her mouth. As my head fell back on the pillow, Swati who was watching all this with a bemused expression on her face, bent forward, and without warning, pressed her mouth to mine.
Parting my lips, she slid her hot tongue into my mouth again, and kissed me passionately, gyrating her hips as she felt my fingers beging to probe her wetness again, and mashing those lusicious juicy tits of hers on my chest. "Now take it inside, beti..." I heard Radhika aunty instruct Rakhi. I felt Rakhi hold my cock upright at the base, and felt her hot breath on my cock. As I braced myself, and kissed the sexy Swati harder, I felt Rakhi tentatively take my swollen blood gorged cock into her delicate mouth.
"Aaahhhh..." I moaned aloud, more to encourage her, as I felt her close her slender pink lips around the bulging mushroom shaped head of my cock. "Ummhhh..." moaned Swati, even as she continued to tongue me passionately, her fingers roaming all over my chest, teasing my nipples. With my left hand, I reached up and grabbed hold of one of her succulent hanging breasts, which caused her to pull her lips away from mine, and gaze at me lustily. She tilted her head to one side and put on an expression of exaggerated arousal when she felt me squeeze her ripe juicy tits.
When I raised my head, I saw that the fair slender had her wide thin lipped mouth stretched almost fully, as she attempted to take more of my thick swollen cock into her delicate mouth. My relatively dark cock contrasted sharply with the milky fairness of her skin, and I could see her prominent Adam's apple bob in her throat, as she tried to adjust to the feeling of my cock all the way inside her mouth. What turned me on even more, was the way Radhika aunty had placed her hand on the back of her head, and was coaxing her to take more of my cock inside. "Yes, beti ... like that..." she encouraged Rakhi, who had her eyes screwed shut.
"Ab usko chooso, beti..." Radhika aunty said to her gently " ... and move your head up and down..." she continued to instruct the innocent Rakhi in the art of cock sucking. Following her instructions, Rakhi pulled her mouth upwards, an action which caused my rock hard cock to slip out of her mouth like a taut spring. Alarmed, she quickly quickly opened her mouth wide again, and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she'd committed some mistake. "There's no hurry, beti..." Radhika aunty said, continuing to coach her " ... do it slowly and nicely..." sliding her hand from the back of Rakhi's head to her back, and caressing it gently.
In the position that she was, bending forward to suck on my cock, I could feel those perky nubbins of Rakhi's nipples scbang against my hips. As I continued to watch, Rakhi began to move her head up and down my cock slowly, and also sucking on it gently. Opening her eyes, which were screwed shut till now, she glanced at me, and found me gazing at her lovingly. Seeing the look in my eyes, I saw her eyes fill up with relief, her feelings of uncertainty assuaged. Radhika aunty slid off the bed from between my legs, and came towards me on the right side where Swati was standing.
I watched her, as she walked up towards me, her huge 36-D heavy breasts swinging erotically when she walked in those high heels of hers. Stopping behind the dusky Swati, she wrapped her arms around Swati's belly and pressed her body to hers. A shiver went up my spine when she did that. There's nothing that turns me on more than the sight of two women making out with each other. Continuing to gaze at me, a teasing smile on her face, she slid her thick pudgy hands up Swati's belly and cupped both of her low hanging soft full breasts in her hands.
"Ohh, ma'am..." I heard Swati moan, once again in a professionally exaggerated tone. I was sure that this was a little act that they'd done many times before to turn on the man on the bed. Pressing her heavy breasts to the slender Swati's back, she began to rhythmically squeeze and massage her breasts, all the while looking at me over Swati's shoulders. Then to my arousal, she slid her hand down again, and began to unhook Swati's black pleated skirt. As she undid the hook at the side, she slid down Swati's skirt in one swift motion, causing it fall in a heap around her ankles.
And there, bared for my pleasure, was the completely nude body of the dark-skinned dusky and slim neighbor-next-door Swati. As I've said numerous times before, she had the type of build and looks that you'd normally associated with your neighborhood pal's elder sister. Her figure was slim and homely, with just the right amount of fleshiness and curviness. As Radhika aunty's hands roamed over her body, I couldn't help but admire the way her hips flared out into a full round soft bubble butt.
Reaching out with my right hand, I caressed her thighs and looking into her eyes, said huskily "You're very sexy, Swati..." For the first time that morning, I saw an expression in her eyes that was genuine. Her dark face flushed at my compliment, as she whispered "Thank you, sir ... thank you very much..." even as I watched Radhika aunty slide her hand down to her clean shaven pussy lips. There was a look of pride on Radhika aunty's face, like that of a teacher on her ward, as she watched the way my eyes took in Swati's sexy body. Her dark body was glistening with the oil that they had used to massage me, and added to her eroticism.
As I watched, Radhika aunty began to gyrate her hips against Swati's bubbly butt, and her hands began to caress the lips of Swati's dark hairless pussy. Parting the lips of her shaved cunt with her left hand to bare the dark red wetness inside, Radhika aunty began to caress Swati's shiny red vulva. Swati let out a low throat groan at that, and threw her head back to let it rest against Radhika aunty's broad shoulders. The sight of one woman pleasuring another, and that too for my enjoyment, coupled with the fact that another shy inexperienced girl was doing her best to suck the life out of my cock, drove me crazy.
I felt my cock quiver inside Rakhi's outstretched mouth, and my balls tightened with the pressure. Afraid that I might discharge my load right inside that poor girl's mouth, I propped myself up on my elbow, and pulled Rakhi's head away. She looked at me apprehensively when I did that, and asked in a breaking voice "Sir ... what ... what happened ... did I ... did I do something wrong..." "Oh no, Swati..." I said to her, letting out a prolonged sigh " ... you're wonderful ... just that ... if you continue that ... I'll lose control..." allowing a helpless smile to come on my lips.
At that, she blushed violently, and couldn't help smile shyly. Continuing to hold my shiny slick wet cock gingerly in her left hand, she reached out with her right hand to clasp mine. She looked me in my eyes, and squeezed my hands, her expression tender. Our fingers interlaced, we held hands like teenage lovers, even as she continued to gently caress my rigid cock with her other hand. I heard Radhika aunty say in a low voice "See, beta ... how wet she has become ... see what you have done to her..." referring to Swati, as she continued to slide her finger inside Swati's hot wet cunt.
Then letting go off Swati, she came really close to my head, and leaning forward, whispered into my ear "Are you ready now, beta ... do you want to fuck her..." her voice husky. The manner in which the lusty Radhika aunty said these erotic words thrilled me, and all I managed was to nod my head rapidly, my throat going dry. She looked at me with a smile of understanding, and turning her gaze to Swati, nodded at her. At this unspoken instruction, Swati gave me one more of her seductive smiles, and slowly walked towards the foot of the bed, her hips swaying seductively. Reaching the foot of the bed, she clambered on to it on her knees, with my legs between her knees.
I saw her reach for something under the soft mattress, and realized that she'd pulled out a pack of condoms! While I was disappointed at seeing the condom, I was also relieved at the same time that these girls at least maintained hygene. Smiing at me seductively, she tore open the packet of condoms and extracted one. Holding the rolled up condom gingerly in her left hand, she leaned forward and took hold of my rigid cock in the right hand. She stroked it gently a few times, as if testing its hardness, all the while looking into my eyes with the expression of a horny aroused woman.
Dangling those luscious pliant breasts of hers over my cock, she slapped my hardness playfull against the softness of her breasts, arousing me further. Then sliding her tongue out, she ran her tongue along the swollen slimy tip of my cock, emitting low throaty moans as she did that. Boy, she sure knew how to play the game. I was going crazy with all the teasing that she was subjecting my cock too, but decided that I too was going to play her game. Satisfied that she had got my attention, she straightened and asked me in a small sultry voice "Sir ... can I put this on now..."
In response, I just nodded my head and grunted, not sure if my voice would come out right. With a smile, she took hold of my cock gingerly, and expertly slid the condom over my swollen cock. The practiced way in which she did it single handedly, showed that she had plenty of experience doing that. I used to struggle to wear a condom even with both hands. As she slid the condom down the shaft of my cock, she gave a look at Rakhi, who was watching this intently, her hands still clasping mine.
It was a look of one upmanship, as if she was trying to prove to Rakhi that she was the one who was getting the privilege of fucking me, and not her. Radhika aunty, on the other hand, had once again cradled my head in her arms, and was watching Swati too. With the condom in place, Swati slid herself forward on my thighs, her knees on either side of my thighs. Raising herself on her knees, she straddled my pelvis. Holding on to my cock with the tip of her fingers, she gently guided her wet pussy over the swollen tip of my cock.
As I watched on, the dusky Swati held herself in position over my rigid condom-sheathed cock, and looked into my eyes. There was a look of burning desire in her eyes, as she gazed deep into my eyes and said softly "Sir ... shall I ... take you inside me now... ?" her voice a hoarse whisper. Looking at the way she was was straddling me, her knees on either side of my pelvis, and both her palms resting on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, those luscious ripe dark breasts dangling enticingly, I felt a shudder go through my spine.
Reaching out to grasp one of her loose dangling soft breasts, I squeezed it hard and said in a thick guttural voice "Yes ... fuck me now..." The lusty Swati licked her lips purposefully, and began to gently gyrate her hips over my pelvis, causing my thick cock to rub against the wet lips of her juicy cunt. Then reaching between her legs with one hand, she guided the tip of my cock to the opening of her vagina. Looking into my eyes intently, she raised her hips and lowered them on to my cock, causing my rigid shaft to slide into her pussy effortlessly.
Like I had said earlier, her cunt was so wet and slippery, that my condom-sheathed cock slid into it like a hot knife through butter. I felt her cunt muscles contract involuntarily as my cock slid into her vagina, and her luscious mouth opened in a wide 'O', a soundless cry escaping her lips as she felt my thick cock slide into her. Her cunt was not tight like Seema didi's, but I could almost feel her vaginal wall flutter erotically, clasping and unclasping my cock as it slid in. A few stray strands of her hair dangled erotically across her face, as she leant forward to support herself on her hands on either side of my shoulders.
Her eyes burning with desire, she looked at me and hissed "Sirr ... aapka to itnaa badaa hai..." Had I not been familiar with girls like her, I'd have believed her. But despite knowing that this was a practiced act she was putting up for me, I enjoyed it none the less. I watched as the entire length of my 7" cock disappeared into her wet pussy, and she settled her weight on me. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes, and reached out with both her hands. I realized that she wanted to clasp her hands in mine as she fucked me from top.
As if on instinct, the shy Rakhi, who'd been watching all this silently, let go off my fingers. Lifting both my hands, I allowed the lusty Swati to interlace her fingers with mine and grasp my hands. In that position, with her back arched, she began to gyrate her hips over mine, causing my swollen cock to move within the confines of her wet juicy cunt. I watched the way her luscious dangling dark skinned breasts shook seductively as she did that, enjoying the feel of her wet cunt clasping and unclasping my cock.
As Swati closed her eyes, a look of feigned pleasure on her face, I turned to glance at Swati. She caught my glance and looked at me apprehensively, a kind of questioning look on her face. It was as if she was not sure of what she was supposed to be doing, now that her friend had mounted me and was beginning to fuck me. She looked at Radhika aunty, who was still standing next to my head, her hands idly caressing my chest. Seeing her look, Radhika aunty said to her "Sir ko kiss karo na, beta ... unko acchha lagega ... hai na, beta..." the last three words said with her eye on me. "Uh, yes ma'am..." I heard poor Rakhi mumble, the look of apprehension still on her face.
"Like this, girl..." Radhika aunty said to her in a kind tone, as if teaching a college kid, as she bent forward on my right side, and began to run her thick tongue across my tiny erect nipples. "Ohh, auntieee..." I groaned, as she lashed her tongue across my nipples, her thick hands caressing my taut belly. I saw Rakhi glance at me apprehensively, as if asking me if it was ok for her to do that. In spite of the intense arousal I was feeling on account of Swati grinding her hips and manipulating my swollen cock with her cunt, I managed to smile at Rakhi, and nodded at her.
With that she too bent over me, and tentatively began to lick my other nipple, her small slender hands caressing the other side of my belly just like Radhika aunty was doing. I was in seventh heaven now, enjoying the feel of the dusky Swati gyrating her hips to manipulate my cock inside her wet cunt, even as Radhika aunty and Rakhi bent over on either side of me and pleasured my nipples with their tongue.
Swati seemed to be a pro at fucking from top, as she was doing this amazing hip gyration without actually raising her hips of mine. In the position that she was straddling my hips, she was actually sliding her hips back and forth over my pelvis, the movements aided by the lubrication of the oil on my pelvis, making my cock grow bigger and harder inside her slippery pussy. Her dark lips were parted and she was breathing shallowly through her mouth, as she brought her gaze to my face, and hissed again "Ohh, sir ... you are soooo bigg ... you're filling me up like..." letting her words trail. I smiled at these provocative words from her, and unclasping my fingers from hers, reached out to fondle and squeeze those luscious low hanging dangling breasts of hers.
As she felt my fingers close around the pliant flesh of her dangling breasts, she cried "Yes ... yes sir ... do it harder please..." uttering exactly those words you'd expect a girl to speak. To her credit, I must admit that hers was perhaps the juiciest and wettest cunt I'd fucked, a lot like my maid Rani's cunt, though not as tight. I concluded that her cunt was somewhere between that of my dark skinned maid Rani, and my lusty 36-year old neighbor, Sarla bhabhi. As Swati arched her back and continued to grind her hips of mine, sending my rock hard cock slithering into and out of her cunt, I let go of her tits, and placed my hands on Rakhi and Radhika aunty's head.
As I rested my hand on the coiffeured bun of Radhika aunty's hair, she pulled her lips off my nipples and brought her face close to mine. Looking into my eyes, she smiled seductively, and whispered "Enjoying it, beta... ?" her expression teasing. "Yess, auntie..." I managed to gasp. "Do you want something else, beta... ?" she asked, her finger nails scbanging my nipples which she'd been licking a while back. I nodded my head in the direction of the demure Rakhi, who was continuing to obediently lick my nipples on the other side.
She gave me a slow understanding smile, and giving me a quick kiss on my lips, straightened her back. As I watched, she walked over to the side of Rakhi, and went and stood by her side. It was a sight to see the buxom heavy hipped 36-year old Radhika aunty, clad only in her thin black lace panties, stand next to the thin slender incredibly fair Rakhi, who was still wearing that short black pleated skirt. Placing her hand on Rakhi's slender bony back, Radhika aunty caressed it gently, an almost motherly expression on her face. It was evident that she too treated Rakhi with kindness. Upon Radhika aunty's touch, Rakhi straightened immediately, and glanced at her nervously.
Giving her a re-assuring smile, Radhika aunty just moved behind Rakhi. Placing one hand on Rakhi's slender waist, she reached out with her other hand and cupped Rakhi's slender face in her pudgy hands. To my amazement, she twisted Rakhi's face towards hers, and kissed her on the lips! I'd never seen one woman kiss another like this, and a gasp escaped me. I felt my cock quiver and my hips instinctively lifted off the bed, in a subsconsious attempt to drive my throbbing cock deeper into the hot Swati's delectably juicy cunt.
I saw the shy Rakhi go stiff, and her eyes flew open in amazement, as the sexy Radhika aunty placed her thick luscious lips on Rakhi's slender pink ones, and began to French kiss her, sliding her tongue into Rakhi's mouth. I heard a slight moan escape Rakhi's mouth, as she she arched body and her hands instinctively grabbed hold of my arm. Continuing to kiss her, Radhika aunt slid her other hand up from Rakhi's waist and began to caress those perky little breasts of Rakhi, her thick fingers teasing those tiny erect nubbins of Rakhi's nipples. It was a sight to see a busty 36-year old woman pressing her own huge breasts to the thin slender body of a 20-year old just out of her teen girl, and fondling her small firm perky breasts with her hands.
I realized that Radhika aunty had seen how much her lesbian acts had turned me on, and was doing this for my pleasure with the reluctant Rakhi. As I watched, Radhika aunty turned Rakhi around to face her, and looking at her with a smile, caressed her cheeks. Something unsaid passed between them, and I saw Rakhi throw a nervous glance at me. Then, she proceeded to unhook her skirt at the waist, and allowed it to slide it down her slender legs. Finally the petite demure slender Rakhi was fully nude, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight of her thin almost bony milky white teenage-girl like body fully naked.
She had slender bony hips and a small compact derriere. A thin layer of dark pubic hair, which was mercifully trimmed, covered the V of pubic region. As she stepped out of her skirt, she glanced at me again, as if awaiting my approval. I flashed a reassuring smile, even as Radhika aunty said to me from behind Rakhi's shoulder "This girl is so shy of taking off her clothes in front of men, Jignesh beta ... even though I keep telling her ... she is still not learnt..." her statement half directed at the petite Rakhi.
Rakhi blushed a deep shade of crimson upon hearing this, even as Radhika aunty continued "You only tell me, beta ... don't you find Rakhi pretty..." the words more of a statement than a question. "Of course, aunty..." I replied, trying my level best to keep my voice straight, unable to ignore the fact that the sexy Swati was now furiously grinding her hips on mine, trying her level best to get my attention back from Rakhi, whom she saw as some sort of a rival. Ignoring Swati's assault on my cock for the time being, I reached out with my free hand and caressed Rakhi's taut, almost concave, belly, and added " ... Rakhi is not only very pretty ... she's very sexy too..." a benign smile on my face, as I looked into the visibly embarrassed girl's eyes.
Radhika aunty laughed mildly at my remark, and replied "Yes ... that's what I keep telling her also ... par kya kare ... yeh ladki hai ki sharmaana band hi nahi karti..." shaking her head in mock exasperation. To my astonishment, Radhika aunty then turned Rakhi around once again, so that she was facing me, and cupping her small perky little breasts from behind, said to me with a chuckle "See, beta ... her boobies are so cute ... just like a little girl's ... hai na..." even as her thick pudgy fingers manipulated and fondled the extremely uncomfortable Rakhi's perky little breasts.
The color rushed to Rakhi's cheeks again, as Radhika aunty wantonly fondled her small firm breasts and squeezed her tiny erect pinkish nipples between her fingers, and a slight moan escaped her lips, her body shuddering involuntarily. Simultaneously, Radhika aunty slid her right hand down Rakhi's taut hollow belly, and began to caress the almost flat lips of her mildly haired vagina. The tortured Rakhi twisted her neck sideways and bit her lips, her eyes closing, as Radhika aunty held her breasts with one hand from behind, and began to caress the lips of her sparsely haired young pussy from behind.
Sliding one finger into the tight lips of Rakhi's almost virgin like cunt, Radhika aunty said in a thick voice "See, beta ... she's already wet ... and ready for you..." her eyes glowing like hot coals. As I gawked at this hugely erotic scene being played out in front of me, Radhika aunty pulled the totally uncomfortable Rakhi closer to her, mashing her heavy mature breasts to the petite girl's slender back, and asked "Hai na, Rakhi ... you are ready for Jignesh, na ... tell me..." her voice thick with lust. "Uhh ... hhh ... yess..." Rakhi managed to gasp, squirming in Radhika aunty's grasp.
I was beside myself with lust now, and I felt my cock quiver even within the confines of that wretched condom and Swati's lubriguous cunt. I felt my swollen balls constrict, and for a moment felt like I would blow my load there and then. With effort, I gritted my teeth, and held on. I wanted to save my orgasm for later, and did not want to waste it into the goddamn condom. As I turned to gaze at the dark skinned sender Swati, still gyrating her hips on mine, I saw an expression on her face that bordered on envy. But as soon as she caught me looking at her, she put on that seductive smile, and biting her lips, cupped her luscious dangling breasts erotically.
Satisfied that she'd managed to get my attention back, the dusky 25-year old neighborhood girl arched her back and leaned back on my pelvis. Leaning back, she rested her hands on my knees behind her butt, and in that position, began to raise and lower her hips, sending my cock spearing into the depths of her juicy moist cunt. Her pliant low hanging dangling breasts wriggled and shook uncontrollably, as she put everything into massaging my cock with her incredibly wet cunt. Despite the condom, I could hear the squishy noises that my cock as it slid in and out of her cunt.
As she was leaning back, resting her hands on my knees behind her, I could clearly see my cock sliding in and out of the slit of her pussy. Her dark erect clitoris was visible just above where my cock had disappeared into the clean shaven lips of her cunt. On an instinct, I reached out with my right hand, and began to rub her clitoris with my thumb. "Oooohhh ... Siiiirrrr..." she cried out, and immediately leaned forward, her knees clamping tight around my pelvis.
Leaning forward fully towards my face, those dark wobbly breasts dangling in front of my face, she looked me in the eye and hissed "Sirrr ... aap to mujhe diwaana bana rahe ho..." her voice dripping with honey. I flashed a pleased smile, and began to raise my hips also off the bed. Complying immediately, the lusty Swati adjusted her knees, so that she was now squatting across my pelvis. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she looked me deep in my eyes, and biting her lips seductively, began to raise and lower her buttocks on my cock in that squatting position.
"Hh ... hhh ... hhh..." she began to gasp rhythmically, as she squatted on her feet and began to pump her butt on my cock, sending my sheathed cock spearing into newer depths in her slippery wet cunt. After being teased for so long by the grinding style of fucking, this was like homecoming for my tortured cock. Digging her fingers into the muscles on my shoulders, the hot Swati began to buck her hips on my pelvis, lifting her butt clean of my pelvis, and then sending it pummeling down, driving my cock deep into her juicy cunt. Her luscious dark pliant 32-C breasts wobbled and shook enticingly as she began to fuck me in earnest from top.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I opened my mouth and clamped my lips around her dangling tits, sucking and chewing on them like a maniac even as she continued to pummel my cock from top. A low throat moan of "Uuunnnhhh..." escaped her lips as she felt my cock spearing into her, and my teeth biting her pliant tits. Suddenly I was filled with this mad urge to fuck this sexy girl like she'd never been fucked before. Grabbing hold of her hair, I roughly pulled her head towards mine and clamped my mouth to hers.
Muffling her cries of pleasure, I began to tongue her mouth in earnest, even as I slid my other hand down and cupped her soft bubbly butt. Squeezing the soft flesh of her butt with my left hand, I began to push and lower her butt on my cock, even as I continued to kiss her furiously, biting on her lips intermittently.
She was bent over almost fully over my torso now, and I could feel the incredible softness of her dangling breasts brushing and pressing against my chest, even as she continued to squat on her feet and fuck me in earnest.
Suddenly I heard Radhika aunty hiss in a thick voice from my side "Yess, beta ... make her come..." her words resonating with the slapping sounds made my Swati's oily slick buttocks slapping down on my pelvis. The incredibly hot Swati was moaning almost continuously now.
She was shaking her head from side to side, her mouth was open, and her breath was shallow, as she summoned on all her reserves of energy and continued to fuck me rhythmically from top. Under normal circumstances, I'd have shot my load by now, but the condom was helping me hold on. Grabbing hold of her slender fleshy waist with both hands, I too began to fuck her in earnest from below, bending my legs at the knees, and ramming my cock upwards into the slippery canal of her dark moist cunt.
The dusky Swati's brow was dotted with sweat now, and from her gasping breath, I could make out that she was tiring now. Pulling her face up by her hair, I looked at her contorted dark face, and asked in a whisper "Are you tired now, Swati..." even as I continued to thrust my hips upwards. "Uh ... no ... no sir..." she managed to gasp, shaking her head.
But the tone of her voice betrayed her feelings, and smiling, I said to her "It's ok, dear ... I know that you're tired..." "No, sir..." she protested "I'm fine, sir..." and she put in the last reserves of her energy in renewing her efforts at fucking me from top. "Utar jaao, Swati..." I heard Radhika aunty tell her from the side.
Hearing Radhika aunty, Swati gave me an embarrassed smile. There was a sheepish expression on her face, as she slowly straightened, and clambered off my pelvis. I presumed that her embarrassment stemmed from the fact that she'd usually have made most other guys come by now. As Swati got off the bed and stood there awkwardly, her dark skin glistening with a combination of the oil and her sweat, Radhika aunty asked me in low voice "Beta ... do you want Rakhi to..." leaving her sentence unfinished.
I saw that Rakhi was looking at me with a very circumspect expression on her face, and even though I'd have loved to fuck this cute petite girl, I shook my head and replied "Nahi aunty ... I'll just continue with her..." nodding towards the embarrassed Swati with a smile. "Ohh, sure beta..." Radhika aunty crooned " ... whatever you like ... do you want her to lie down on the bed..." she asked. "Umm ... no, aunty..." I murmured " ... if she can just bend over here..." I said indicating to the foot of the bed.
There was a look of unexpected surprise and pleasure on the dusky Swati's dark face, pleased as she was that I'd not abandoned her in favor of the other girl. As Swati smiled seductively again, I got up and clambered off the bed too. As I stood up, my rigid fully erect cock swayed menacingly. Seeing that, Radhika aunty reached out to hold it playfully, and squeezing it gently said "When will I get the pleasure of this, beta..." her voice thick and arousing. I blushed violently at her wanton remark, and just managed to laugh in an embarrassed manner.
As Swati leaned forward and stuck her shapely butt out, I positioned myself behind her. Resting her hands on the foot of the bed, she turned around to look at me. I winked at her, and pinched her bubbly butt playfully. Before she could react, I placed my hand on the small of her back and pushed her down further, so that my cock was positioned right at the crack of her shapely dark ass.
As she instinctively parted her legs, I bent mine at the knees, and placed my cock at the entrance of her clean shaven pussy from behind. I saw Radhika aunty and Rakhi watching me intently, as I prepared to fuck the lusty dark skinned neighborhood girl-next-door Swati from behind. Muttering something incomprehensible to Swati, Radhika aunty clambered on to the bed and sat down on it, her thick plump legs dangling from the sides.
As I watched, she swung both her legs up on to the bed, and reaching down under the bed, cranked the lever that caused the upper half of the bed to come up at an incline. Placing the below behind her back, she leaned back comfortably on the raised inclined bed, and spread her legs.
I watched the manner her heavy mature breasts shook when she adjusted herself on the bed, and spread her thighs. She smiled at me knowingly, as I watched what she was doing with some amazemement. I was even more surprised when I saw Rakhi helping Radhika aunty slide her skimpy black lace panties down her thick flesh legs, baring Radhika aunty's thick puffy clean shaven cunt to me.
I was poised to plunge my rigid shaft into the waiting Swati's cunt from behind, when Radhika aunty surprised me with her lascivious act. Bending her thick plump legs at the knees, she spread her thighs apart, and leaning back, supported herself with her left hand behind her butt. Looking at my face with a hint of teasing smile, she parted the thick puffy lips of her mature cunt, and said to me "See, beta ... even I have got aroused now after all this..." her voice thick with lust.
As I watched in amazement, Radhika aunty parted the lips of her vagina with her fingers, and rubbed the wet slit gently, baring to me the reddish wetness of her vaginal tunnel. She was wet alright, as I could see her pussy slick with her own juices. I felt Swati, who was still standing in that bent forward position, squirm her buttocks, as if urging me to shove my cock into her.
Pulling my gaze away from Radhika aunt baring herself to me so shamelessly, I saw the dusky Swati twisting her neck and looking at me. "Sir..." she breathed " ... I can't wait any more ... take me please..." she said in a voice that could barely conceal her impatience. Radhika aunty laughed at that, and with a chuckle, said "Yes, beta ... don't torture that poor girl any more..." her eyes teasing.
As I brought my attention back to my rigid condom-sheathed cock, which was wedged between the soft pliant flesh of the dusky Swati's dark skinned ass, I swallowed to wet my parched throat. This was now going way beyond my wildest imagination, and I had to shake my head to bring myself back to the task at hand. The position I was in was simply incredible.
One 25-year old neighborhood-girl-next-door dark-skinned girl was waiting for me to take her from behind, bent over at the foot of the bed with her elbows resting on the mattress, while her employer, a 36-year old buxom married Punjabi housewife, clad in nothing but her black high-heeled sandals, was sitting on the bed with her thighs spread; even as a shy petitie 20-year old, who looked not a day older than a 16-year old teenage college girl, stood there shyly, completely nude, her hands clasped over her almost virgin pussy, watching the proceedings, and awaiting further instructions!
Till that moment, all I had planned was to fuck the sexy Swati and blow my load. But now, I felt a resolve come over me to somehow fuck all three of them, one after the other. Taking a deep breath, I said to Radhika aunty "As you wish, aunty..." a cocky grin on my face.
"Ready, Swati..." I asked her huskily, as I clutched my cock and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina from behind. "Yess ... yes, sir..." she breathed in response. Even before she could complete her sentence, I jerked my hips forward and sent my thick cock spearing into her wet juicy cunt from behind. "Ohhhh, maaa..." I heard the lusty Swati cry out involuntarily at this sudden and unexpected invasion of her pussy.

To Be COntinued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 34

Grabbing hold of her slender soft waist with both hands, I began to fuck her rhythmically from behind, my pelvis making slapping noises as it repeatedly rammed against her bubbly pliant butt. "Aaaaiiii..." I heard Swati cry out through clenched teeth, as she buried her face in her elbows, and her hands grabbed hold of the white bed sheet.
A maniacal burst of energy seemed through course through me, as I watched the slender Swati's dark body shudder with each stroke of mine, her jelly like butt wobbling, and her luscious dangling pear shaped breasts wobbling crazily under her.
Though she was wet, she still hadn't anticipated such a savage assault from me from her seasoned cunt, and was beginning to loose control of herself. Her hands grabbed hold of Radhika aunt's legs which were stretched right in front of her, and as I fucked her relentlessly, I saw that the stunned Rakhi's hands had flown to her mouth; her eyes wide with shock. I felt a moment of regret at behaving this fiendishly in front of this rather innocent girl, but my lust had overtaken all my sensibilities by now.
The smile had vanished from Radhika aunty's face too, replaced by a look that was a mixture of awe and envy. I saw her hands automatically reach between her outstretched thighs again, and begin to massage the puffy lips of her shaved cunt. Seeing that, I too reached under the dusky Swati's body, and grabbed hold of one of her luscious dangling breasts with my left hand. Squeezing the pliant tit flesh, I slid my right hand under her belly, till my fingers touched the upper opening of her vagina.
Bending forward to reach her cunt better, I was able to feel my own cock pile-driving into her wet cunt. Pinching her nipples hard, I quickly located her erect clitoris just above where my cock was ploughing into her cunt, and began to finger it rapidly with my middle finger.
"Oooooohhhhh ... sirrr..." she cried out, the throes of her passion beginning to overcome her body. By her uncontrolled reactions, I could make out that she was not faking it any more, and was indeed going crazy with arousal. I was intent on making her orgasm before I came, and therefore was making sure I stimulated her not only with my rampant cock, but also with my fingers.
As Swati raised her head from her hands, and arched her neck, I felt her body beginning to quiver uncontrollably, even as her slender back went taut, and her mouth opened in a wide soundless 'O". I saw Rakhi looking at me, an expression of arousal and apprehension on her pretty fair slender face. When I caught her gaze, I winked at her and smiled; which caused her to blush, and smile back at me tentatively.
"Yess, beta..." I heard Radhika aunty hiss " ... fuck her hard ... make her come..." her eyes glowing like hot coals, as she watched the way my rigid cock was ramming in and out of her dark dusky employee's pussy. As her eyes bored into mine, I felt her trying to read my mind. When she saw me look at the petite Rakhi even as I was fucking Swati, Radhika aunty nodded her head almost imperceptibly at me.
Turning to Rakhi, she said to her in a voice that was barely above a whisper "Come here, beti..." patting the bed between her outstretched thighs. Rakhi looked at her with an uncomprehending expression before moving to comply quickly. As she climbed on to the bed, and sat down between Radhika aunty's outstretched legs, with her back to Radhika aunty's ample bosom, I saw her breath quicken in anticipation.
I too watched, my mouth dry, as Radhika aunty bent her legs further at the knees to accommodate Rakhi between her thighs. Wrapping her plump arms around the slender Rakhi's body, Radhika aunty pressed her to herself, and gently squeezed her small perky lemon sized breasts. As I watched in amazement, the lusty Radhika aunty made Rakhi part her slender legs too, and made her bend them at the knees, baring her almost virgin-like sparsely haired pussy to my view.
In this position, the demure pale Rakhi's tight vagina was only inches away from Swati's face, where she was bent over on the bed. Even as I watched, continuing to fuck Swati relentlessly, Radhika aunty slid her thick fingers to Rakhi's pussy, and began to gently caress it, even as she continued to look at me, her gaze seeming to ask me if this is what I wanted. I nodded to her subtly, even as Rakhi squirmed at Radhika aunty's massaging of her cunt.
She then began to slowly increase the tempo of her fingering of Rakhi's cunt, and slid a finger into her tight wet cunt. I saw the teenage Rakhi bite her lips, and her hips involuntarily lifted off the bed, as she clutched on Radhika aunty's thick thighs with her slender fingers. A soft cry escaped her lips as Radkhik aunty parted the lips of her tight vagina to bare the pink wet insides, and began to slide her middle finger in and out of her cunt.
Maddened with lust, I began to assault Swati's cunt with renewed vigor, my cock pummeling into her cunt like a pile driver, and my fingers rubbing the erect nub of her clitoris furiously. I began to feel Swati's wet glove like cunt begin to spasm around my cock, and realized that I was actually going to make this slutty girl get her orgasm.
Feeling invigorated, I continued to fuck her, even as she began to shudder violently, and threw her head back, arching her neck at an almost impossible angle. "Siiiirrr..." she cried out " ... Aaaaiiiieeeee..." unable to complete her sentence, as her wet cunt contracted and expanded around my cock as the throes of her orgasm took over her body.
Her knees wobbled, and I had to grab hold of her by her tits to hold her in place, as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm. She involuntarily clamped her thighs closer, creating more resistance for my ravaging cock, and heightening my pleasure too.
I was grateful for the condom, as it was somewhat tempering the sensations I felt. "Ooooiiiieeeee, maaaaa..." I heard the lusty Swati cry out in one long drawn cry, as she finally came, her cuntal muscles twitching like they were possessed by a spasm. Her legs buckled under her, and she collapsed on the bed, her face buried in the mattress almost touching the shocked Rakhi's bare cunt. Instinctively, Rakhi reached out to caress Swati's head, a gesture which probably came naturally to a girl, when seeing someone of her own gender in so helpless a position.
As Swati's cunt finally ceased to twitch, I gently extracted my still rigid cock from her cunt, and looked at Radhika aunty. She was watching me with a strange expression of awe and pleasure. As the muscles on my chest heaved and the sweat rolled of my brows, she said "Wah, beta ... tumne to ise khatam kar diya..." as she looked at me with new found respect. As any self respecting idiot would, I beamed at this unabashed flattery. I felt Swati begin to move, and stepped back to allow her to stand up.
Her hair was disheveled, and as she straightened and turned towards me, I could see that her dark body was gleaming with sweat. Her lips were parted, and her luscious chest was heaving, as she supported herself with her hand on the bed. I too was breathing heavily now, and as she tried to catch her breath, she managed her first genuine smile and said "Oh, sir ... you are ... you are so..." unable to get the right words to frame her sentence.
Shaking her head with disbelief, she continued in her native tongue "Pehli baar hua, sir ... pehli baar ... isse pehle kabhi main khatam nahi hui hoon ... kissi customer ke saath..." her voice gasping. "Dhatt, ladki..." Radhika aunty chided her in a stern tone " ... Jignesh koi customer thhode hi hai..." her expression firm. "No, no..." Swati immediately corrected herself " ... mera matlab ... idhar parlor mein ... aisa kabhi nahin hua mere saath..." she blurted, reaching out with her hand to clasp mine in a re-conciliatory gesture. I beamed once again.
After all, who wouldn't if given a compliment like this of being some sort of fucking Superman! "Ooohhh ... dekho to, ma'am..." Swati crooned in a sing-song voice " ... Jignesh sir is still so hard..." as she let go off my hand and reached out to clasp my cock which had lost some of its rigidity but was still standing erect.
Turning to look at Rakhi, who was sitting uncomfortably between Radhika aunty's thighs with her back to her, Swati said "Chal, Rakhi ... ab teri baari hai..." chuckling at herself, and enjoying making the shy Rakhi squirm. "Hai na, sir... ?" she added turning to look at me again, and giving my cock an extra squeeze. "Umm ... no..." I replied tentatively " ... I don't think Rakhi wants to..." letting my words drift, an embarrassed expression on my face.
All eyes turned to look at Rakhi when I said this, and the color rushed to the poor girl's pale cheeks again. She squirmed and her eyes darted from mine to Swati's before she managed to mumble "Uhh ... no sir ... I mean ... yes sir..." fumbling with her words. "Oh ho..." Radhika aunty chided her " ... yes or no, beti ... see Jignesh is so kind ... he's asking for your permission..." caressing her slender shoulders as if to assuage her.
"Yes ... yes, sir..." Rakhi gasped, unable to look me in the eye. Even though I was dying to fuck this teenage slender girl, part of me also didn't want to do anything with her that would hurt her sensibilities. Leaning forwad, I placed my palm on her slender thigh, and looking her in the eye, said softly "It's ok, Rakhi ... you don't have to..." a gentle smile on my face. I could see Radhika aunty watching me with a tender expression at my sensitive demeanour, even as Swati watched me with some rancor at her colleague being treated so kindly by me.
Rakhi looked at my face intently for a few seconds as if trying to read my thoughts, before she nodded her head. Reaching out to place her own slender palm on mine, she said in a halting voice "No, sir ... I would like to ... I mean ... it'll be my pleasure..." giving my palm a somewhat reassuring squeeze.
"Now that's my girl..." said Radhika aunty with a little smile, and caressed Rakhi's slender bony arms from behind. "Now, lie down..." she instructed her, pushing Rakhi forward towards the edge of the bed, and making her lie down in her lap.
It was a sight to see the plump heavily built Radhika aunty making the thin milky white Rakhi lie in her lap like this; almost like a mother making her daughter ready to be fucked by her son-in-law.
As Rakhi slid forward towards the edge of the bed, and bent her slender fair legs at the knees, I looked at her face, trying to read her expression. She too was looking at me intently, and when she caught my gaze, gave me another reassuring nod. I smiled at her warmly in response.
Leaning forward, her heavy breasts almost smothering Rakhi's face, Radhika aunty slid her hand towards Rakhi's tight little cunt again, and gently caressed it. Looking at me, she said in a soft voice "She's a little tight, beta ... so..." letting her sentence unfinished. I smiled awkwardly at Radhika aunty and nodded my head.
Turning my gaze to Rakhi again, I said to her in a soft voice "Don't worry, Rakhi ... I'll be gentle..." my hands caressing her insides of her slender milky white thighs. She just sighed in response, and nodded at me, as she spread her knees wider in preparation of my penis entering her. Seeing this petite girl lying like that with her head in Radhika aunty's lap, her tender milky white body tensed in anticipation of a thick cock like mine getting shoved into it, her taut belly a concave hollow, and her small lemon sized perky little breasts stetched taut across her bony chest, I felt a surge of empathy course through me.
As she watched me, holding her breath, I made up my mind on what I was going to do. Placing my hands on both her upraised knees, I prised her legs apart wider, and bent forward. As all three of them watched me in amazement, I brought my face close to Rakhi's sparsely haired tight virgin-like pussy, and ran my tongue along the inside of her milky white thigh.
I heard Rakhi emit a little gasp as she felt my wet tongue on the sensitive insides of her slender thigh, and her legs automatically clamped shut around my head. There was pin drop silence in the room as Rakhi cried out "Sirrr ... ye aap kya..." her voice barely a whisper. Ignoring her feeble protest, I pried her legs open again, and placed my mouth on her thin girlish vagina. Thrusting out my tongue, I gently ran it along the thin lips of her pink vagina, eliciting another cry of unbridled pleasure from her.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably as I gently parted the slender lips of her thinly haired pussy, and ran my tongue along with wet pink slit. I'd never planned to do this, least of all with a girl who worked in a parlor of this type, but something about this petite girl had drawn me to her. Ignoring the faint musky odor from her almost untouched vagina, I snuggled up between her legs, and nudged my nose against her wet cunt lips.
She reached out with her thin hands and her fingers clasped my hair involuntarily. "Sirr ... please..." she pleaded in a barely audible cry, unable to control the squirming of her lithe petite body. In response, I just placed my hand on her pelvis, and began to stroke her surprisingly large clitoris with my thumb, even as I began to run my tongue along her pussy.
Pushing my face further towards her vagina, I parted the lips of her vagina and thrust my tongue inside. Holding my tongue thrust out, I began to rapidly flick it along the slit, causing her to thrash about violently and tighten her grasp on my hair. "Ohh, beta..." I heard Radhika aunty mutter thickly, as she watched in astonishment at what I was treating her young employee to. Almost simultaneously, I felt the luscious Swati move behind me and come and stand close to me.
Placing her had on my back, she caressed my back gently, as if encouraging me to do what I was doing. Pulling my tongue away from Rakhi's young tight cunt, I slid in my middle finger into the tight confines of her pussy. She threw her head back in Radhika aunty's lap, and I could see that she was clutching on to both of Radhika aunty's hands, unable to control the sensations that were taking over her body.
Her pretty angular face was contorted with pleasure, and her head was twisted sideways, her eyes screwed shut, as she bit her lips and tried hard not to cry out loud. Satisfied with the effect that my tonguing of her vagina was having on her, I began to slowly move my middle finger in and out of her tight almost virgin cunt, feeling the sticky wetness of her pussy coat my finger. Watching her ecastasy, the buxom Radhika aunty cradled Rakhi's head in her arms and held her face against those huge heavy breasts of hers.
Leaning forward, she almost fed her heavy mature breasts to Rakhi, urging her wordlessly to suck on them, even as I made love to her pussy with my tongue and finger. At the same time, I felt Swati slide her hand down my back to my bared buttocks and squeeze them gently. Sliding her hand down further, she traced her fingers along the crack of my ass, causing me to shiver. Emboldened, she reached down and fondled the swollen sacs of my testicles, and scbangd her nails along it.
Maddened with her ministrations on my ass and balls, I began to suck and finger Rakhi's cunt with renewed vigor, causing her to literally bury her face in the smothering mass of Radhika aunty's mature 36-D breasts. She was fondling and squeezing the writhing Rakhi's almost flattened teenage breasts with her thick fingers, as she looked at me with arousal and said in a thick voice "Bas beta ... ab chodo isko ... warna ye aise hi khatam ho jaayegi..."
Hearing these words in her native tongue, I felt my arousal go up another notch. Giving one last lingering lick to the demure Rakhi's pussy, I pulled my face away from between her thighs. Straightening my back, I positioned myself between that innocent girl's slender legs.
I felt the ever-ready-to-please Swati move behind me and press her lush body to mine, mashing those soft ripe dangling breasts to my back. Wrapping her hands around my waist, she took the initiative of taking hold of my cock and positioning it at the pink, almost red, crack of Rakhi's cunt. Rakhi's eyes fluttered open when she felt me move between her legs. With her thin pink lips parted, her breath escaping her lips in short gasps, she looked at me with an expression of arousal as well as apprehension.
"Ab chodo usko, sir..." I heard Swati whisper into my ear thickly from behind, even as she ran her tongue across my ear lobes, causing goose bumps to come over my body. Looking at the helpless Rakhi's face, I asked her gently "Rakhi, can I... ?" letting my gaze convey the rest. She shook her head in assent immediately, even as the color rushed to her cheeks.
Finally managing to find her voice, she cleared her throat and said in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes sir ... please..." her voice quivering with her excitement. On an instinct I leaned forward over Rakhi till my face was an only an inch away from hers. Looking into her eyes tenderly, I whispered to her "Don't worry, Rakhi ... I'm not an animal ... I won't hurt you..." smiling at her gently.
Once again, she blushed violently, and and instinctively reached out to touch my cheek. Letting her fingers linger on my cheeks for a few seconds, she fluttered her eye lashes shyly, and replied "Yes sir ... I know..." her eyes conveying her gratitude at my tenderness. Satisfied, I straightened, and taking hold of my rigid cock, placed it at the thin opening of her almost virgin pussy.
Taking hold of her slender bony legs, I placed them against my chest, and pushed my hips forward gently. Well lubricated as my condom was with the lusty Swati's secretions, the swollen tip of my cock stretched the taut lips of her cunt, and slipped inside her tight cunt. Even with just the mushroom shaped cock head inside her, I felt her tight cunt clutch my cock in a vice like grip.
I grimaced at the sensation, and saw that Rakhi too had twisted her neck to one side, and was holding her lips clamped shut, her eyes screwed shut with the pain. I could see that she was wet, but despite that, her cunt was so tight that I felt like I was about to deflower a virgin girl. Her young 20-year old pussy was even tighter than that of my cocky maid Pushpa, and I saw her arch her back with the pain.
Not wanting to hurt her, I held myself in that position with just the tip of my cock buried inside her tight cunt for a minute. Finally, she let her breathe out in a loud exhale, and her eyes fluttered open. To my alarm, I saw tears in her eyes. "Rakhi..." I began, my voice alarmed, and began to pull out of her almost immediately. "No sir..." she hissed and reached out with her hand to clasp my hand which was holding her thighs against my shoulders.
"Don't stop, sir..." she managed to gasp, even as a tear rolled down the side of her face. I let go off her legs which I was holding against my shoulders, and she immediately wrapped them around my waist. Reaching out, I took her outstretched hand in mine and laced my fingers between hers. Looking into my face, she nodded her head, and gently pulled me further towards her with her legs. I was torn between wanting to fuck her, and not wanting to cause her any further pain.
Her face was flushed red with blood now, and she was breathing shallowly, as she clamped her lips together, and tried gamely to pull me towards her, trying her best to take my rather thick cock into her impossibly tight cunt. I couldn't help but admire this young girl's grit in wanting to make sure she did a good job.
Taking hold of her slender waist, I pushed my hips forward gently, slowly pushing in a bit more of my thick cock into her incredibly tight cunt. Her cunt felt like a thick surgical glove around my cock, and in spite of the condom, I felt some degree of pain, as my foreskin was stretched and pushed back completely. As my cock went in an inch more, she opened her mouth wide, and let out a prolonged moan of agony.
"Aaaaaaiiiiii ... mummiiieeee..." she cried out through clenched teeth as my cock slid in inch my inch into her tight vagina. Seeing that she was intent on taking me inside her at any cost, I gave one final jerk, sending my cock spearing into her almost virgin cunt. Her mouth opened in a wide 'O' and a soundless cry escaped her lips, as her head jerked to one side and her fingers involuntarily dug into my fore arm.
"Shhhh ... kot baat nahi beta ... thhodi der mein sab theek ho jaayega..." I heard the matronly Radhika aunty say to her in a hushed tone, even as she cradled the distraught Rakhi's tortured head in her arms, and caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears that her spilled from her eyes. Turning to look at me, Radhika aunty said in a motherly tone "Beta ... you see ... she is not used to doing this ... so please bear with her..." her tone trying to placate me of all things!
Rakhi's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at me. To my amazement, she managed to smile at me through her tears, and said "Sir ... I am sorry ... but you please don't worry ... I am fine..." trying her best to convince me that she was game to be fucked further by me. I shook my head in amazement, and decided it was best to keep my mouth shut. Placing my hand on her slender waist, I began to pull out of her slowly.
Halfway through, I paused, and pushed forward again, sending my cock thrusting into her tight virgin-like cunt again. Slowly, I worked up a rhythm of fucking her, and marveled at how incredible her tight little cunt felt. Placing my free right hand on her belly, I caressed her belly gently, and then slid my hand down to where my rigid cock was penetrating her thin vagina.
For such a thin girl, she had an incredibly prominent clitoris, and I wasted no time in beginning to rub that even as I began to thrust my cock into her with a little more force. With each thrust, her entire body seemed to get lifted off the bed, as she tried to adjust herself in the best possible manner to take my cock inside. I slid my left hand under her bony butt and helped her raise her hips off the bed, even as I continued to rub her clit, and began to rhythmically fuck her tight cunt.
Her mouth was open continuously now, and she was gasping continuously, unable to even exercise her vocal chords. But despite her discomfort, she was cooperating with me fully by wrapping her slender milky white legs around my muscular buttocks and raising her hips off the bed each time I pushed my cock into her. I marveled at the sight of her, spreadeagled before me, her head cradled in Radhika aunty's lap, even as she clutched the bed sheet hard with her hands.
Her perky little milky white breasts where stretched out so taut across her chest that they hardly moved when I fucked her. Suddenly without warning, I felt her legs go taut across my hips, and I saw her lift her hips clear off the bed. Her back arched like a bow, and clutching on Radhika aunty's flesh arms, she let out an uninhibited cry of of "Aaaaaeeeeeeee..."
Her body began to convulse as if some demon had taken possession of her, and I felt her vagina grasp my cock in a vice like grip. Her slender legs were stretched out straight in the air, even as her body convulsed and her hips jerked clean off the bed. It was only when I felt her cunt begin to spasm that I realized that this petite slender Sindhi girl was in the throes of an orgasm!
Reaching forward to cup both of her bony buttocks in my hands, I held her in place, and began to fuck her vigorously in short staccato bursts, ensuring that my cock rubbed against her clitoris too each time it went slithering in. With another shrill girlish cry, she tugged at the bed sheet violently, and and bit on her own knuckles as a massive orgasm ravaged her frail slender body.
I'd never seen a girl climax this violently before, and felt my own balls begin to tighten, threatening to send my seed spewing forth into the condom. With effort, I sucked my belly in, and exercising tremendous self control, kept myself from ejaculating too.
After what seemed like an eternity, Rakh's thin bony body suddenly went limp, and she collapsed like a ragged doll on the bed, her head lolling helplessly to one side in Radhika aunty's arms. "Shaabaash beta..." I heard Radhika aunty say to me, her thick lush red lips creased in a smile, as she held the limp Rakhi in her arms. I could only manage a weak smile.
Rakhi's eyes were closed, and her chest was heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Letting my cock stay buried in her now dripping wet cunt, I bent over her and cradled her face in my hands. As her eyes fluttered open, I placed a soft kiss on her pink childish lips, and said "Thank you, Rakhi..." my voice tender.
"Ohh sir ... why ... I should be saying that ... ohhh..." she mumbled, embarrassed and flushed with a post-orgasmic glow, but unable to form her sentence. To my surprise, she took hold of my face in her hands, and pulling my lips to hers, kissed me with unbridled passion. Relieved, I too closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of her kissing me so genuinely, with none of the fake arousal depicted by most girls.
My cock was sending me alarm signals now, and not wanting to waste any more time here, I gently extricated myself from Rakhi's arms. With a smile on my lips, I pulled my still throbbing cock slowly out of her tight vagina. Even after she had had such a strong orgasm, it felt like I was pulling my cock out of a vacuum chamber.
As my cock slipped out of Rakhi's outstretched cunt, my eyes sought Radhika aunty. She too was looking at me, and as our eyes met, she gave me a look of tacit understanding. Without a word, she gently nudged Rakhi to get up from between her legs. As Rakhi clambered off the bed, her demeanor back to her usual shy one, her hands covering her perky little breasts shyly, Radhika aunty slid back on the bed, and lay back against the upraised upper half of the recliing bed.
Shaking her hand to push back the dozen red glass bangles on her fore arms, she reached out with one hand and said to me in a husky voice "Ab aunty ke paas aa jaao, beta..." even as she bent her legs at the knees and spread her thick fleshy thighs. I paused for a moment to look at this incredibly sexy 36-year old Punjabi housewife, buck naked except for dangling ear rings, the heavy gold mangalsutra, those dozen red glass bangles, and her high heeled sandals.
"Yes aunty..." I heard myself say, as I climbed on to the bed and positioned myself between her legs on my knees. As she watched me with ill concealed arousal, Radhika aunty said "Condom nikaal do, beta ... ab uski zaroorat nahi hai..." a knowing smile on her lips.
I responded with alacrity, and hastily pulled off my condom, which had survived two battles already, and seemed game for a third. As I extricated the condom from my cock, I saw Rakhi extend her hand to take the discarded condom from me. There was a warm smile on her face, and I was amazed at how incredibly nice this girl could get.
Handing her the limp condom with an embarrassed smile, I looked around to see where Swati was. I saw that she had gone and sat down on one of the stools next to the bed behind me. When she saw me looking for her, she immediately smiled and stood up.
Walking up to me quickly, her luscious dark dangling breasts swaying erotically, she asked "Yes, sir..." her tone one of a waitress who was awaiting my instructions. "Uhh ... nothing, Swati ... I was just wondering where you were..." I mumbled awkwardly. That brought a smile to her face, and coming really close to me, she pressed herself to my shoulder, and said "Oh, sir ... I am here only ... whenever you need me..." brushing those soft pliant breasts of hers against my upper arm, as she smiled seductively.
"Ab usko chhodo, beta ... ab apni Radhika aunty ko bi thhoda sa dhhyaan do..." I heard Radhika aunty say in a mock admonishing tone, followed by a little chuckle. Hearing this, Swati giggled, and added "Haan, sir ... ma'am aapka kalse intazaar kar rahi hai ... ab unhe bhi khush kar do please..." giggling at her own little joke. I laughed upon hearing this, and turning towards Radhika aunty, said "Arre aunty ... khush to aap mujhe kar rahi hain ... main kaun hota hoon aapko khush karne waala..." playing the shy college boy again.
Radhika aunty smiled brightly at this little flattery from me, and reaching out to pull my cheeks playfully said "Ab aunty ko maskha mat lagaao ... ab bas aunty ko chodo..." her voice teasing yet intense. Hearing these wanton words from the mouth of my sexy 36-year old Punjabi aunty, I felt my cock give a lurch. "Fuck me now, beta..." she repeated in a hoarse whisper, as she spread her thick thighs wide, reaching out with her hand to tug at my shoulders.
As I glanced at her mature thick-lipped puffy cunt, I could see it gleam with her juices in the light of the room. Leaning forward, I said to her in a low voice "Ohh aunty ... you don't know how long I have waited for this day..." my voice husky, even as my naked cock rubbed against the thick puffy lips of her clean shaven cunt.
"I know, beta ... I know..." Radhika aunty replied huskily, as she grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me towards her. As our hips met, she lifted her thick stocky legs right up and bending them at the knees, pressed her knees almost up to her breasts. In that position, her cunt lips opened automatically, and like a heat-seeking missile, my waiting cock found its target.
"Yesss..." I heard Radhika aunty hiss, as my cock slid inside her mature cunt effortlessly, and she wrapped her pudy arms around my back, smothering my face against her breasts. "Auntieee..." I groaned with pleasure, as I felt her wet juicy cunt encompass my mercifully unsheathed cock in its hot molten lava-like wetness. After the vice-like tightness of Rakhi's cunt, Radhika aunty's mature pussy felt much more comfortable.
It was just the right type of pussy to fuck at a stage when your cock was running on its last reserves. "Yesss, beta ... yesss..." Radhika aunty moaned again, as I felt my cock bury itself to the hilt in her willing hot cunt. Her cunt had just the right blend of tightness and comfort, and was so wet and slick that I felt like I was sliding my cock into a comfortable glove filled with hot creamy butter.
Buttery was how her cunt felt, as I supported myself with my hands resting on either side of her chest, and began to thrust in to her from top in the classic missionary style that offered maximum penetration. She had pulled up her legs, almost baring her ass to me, and had wrapped her thick ankles around my buttocks, pulling me rapidly into her. Bending my knees slightly to support myself, I began to fuck her hard, slowly increasing my tempo.
I could hear her silver anklets jingle as her legs shook, each time my pelvis smacked into her uplifted buttocks, my cock burying itself into the depths of her cunt. Her fleshy belly and massive breasts wobbled like kneaded dough each time my hips smacked into hers. Cupping her heavy breasts with one hand, she looked into my eyes and hissed "Mammein chooso mere, beta ... mammein chooso..." urging me to suck on her breasts as I fucked her.
As I hastily obliged my clamping my mouth on her thick turgid nipples, she caressed the back of my head and asked in a gasping voice "Are you liking it, beta ... tell me ... tell me how you feel fucking your Radhika aunty..." "Ohhh, aunty..." I moaned with my mouth stuffed with her heavy tit-flesh " ... I'm loving it ... I'm loving it..." beginning to fuck her harder to reinforce my point.
As I arched my back and began to ram my cock into Radhika aunty's willing cunt, I felt Swati beginning to caress my back, as if urging me to fuck her harder. I was just looking at Radhika aunty's face as I fucked her relentlessly, and she too kept her eyes on mine, her eyes glowing like hot coals. Unlike some of the other elder women with whom I'd had sex, she did not thrash about violently and utter cries of pleasure when I rammed my cock into her.
Instead, there was a look of intense concentration on her face, as her eyes bore into mine. The only sign that my cock was having some effect on her was the way her thick lush red lips were parted now, and the way her breath escaped her lips in short shallow gasps. Once again, there was pin drop silence as both the girls watched me begin to fuck the sexy 36-year old Radhika aunty with the kind of energy that only a 19-year teenager like me old could possess.
As my hips smacked relentlessly into her generous pelvis, her entire body shook erotically. Her large breasts were so firm that even in this position; they did not flatten out or wobble like some of the other women. Instead they just shuddered sexily, as was the case with her fleshy belly. The only sounds in the room were those of our labored breathing, and the enticing jingling of her anklets as her legs, which she'd wrapped around my buttocks, shook with each thrust of mine.
I had been sporting my hard-on for nearly an hour now, and my cock was finally running out of stamina. The sweat was dripping of my forehead and chest, as she reached up with her hand and wiped the beads of sweat of my brow. The feeling of her slippery wet cunt, with just the kind of comfortable feel that I needed to ejaculate, was making the sperm boil inside my boils. Seeing the signs of my impending ejaculation, I muttered to her thickly "Aunty ... I'm ... I'm going to ... come ... soon..."
"Yes, beta ... yes..." she urged me, tightening her grasp around my buttocks with her legs " ... I want you to come now ... come for me, beta ... come for your Radhika aunty..." she whispered. "But ... aunty ... what about you..." I asked even as I continued to buck my hips frantically on top of her. "Ohh, beta ... don't worry about me ... you're so sweet ... so sweet..." she said with faint smile, reaching out to pull my face towards her with her hands.
With a groan, I lay down fully on top of her heavy body, and kissed her passionately, not pausing for even a moment in my relentless fucking of her. As I rested my chin on her shoulder and focused on sending my cock thrusting into her, I felt a pair of hands caressing my back and bare buttocks on both sides of me. Twisting my neck sideways, I saw that both Rakhi and Swati were standing on either side of me, and caressing me, ostensibly on some sign from Radhika aunty.
I felt Rakhi caressing my sweaty back, even as Swati slid her hand down my pulsating buttocks and fondled my swollen balls which were smacking into Radhika aunty's pubis vigorously. Suddenly without warning, I felt my penis quiver, and my balls contract. "Auntieeee..." I cried out, as I felt my hot semen blasting out through the slit of my swollen cock head into the wet canal of her mature cunt.
"Yes, my darling, yes..." I heard Radhika aunty moan, as she tightened her grasp around my buttocks, and wrapped her arms around my back, cuddling me the way one would a cantankerous child. "Aaarrggghhhh..." I groaned lustily, as wad after wad of my boiling semen erupted from my cock and filled her hot juicy cunt. My body jerked involuntarily a few more times, as the last vestiges of my control were finally lost, and my cock twitched and spat out its pent up semen angrily inside her.
Drained, I collapse in a heap over her lush body, relishing the feel of its firmness. "Good boy ... good boy..." I heard Radhika aunty whisper into my ears, even as she held me to her, and caressed the back of my head. No matter how many times you ejaculated, there was nothing to beat the feeling of coming inside a woman's cunt.
My head was swimming, and as I struggled to catch my breath, I realized I'd never felt this drained and tired after a bout of fucking. But the fact was that I'd never managed to hold on for so long, and fuck 3 women, one after the other, ever before! As is usually the case, after I ejaculated, I was suddenly feeling awkward about getting up from there, and facing these three hot women. As if reading my mind, Radhika aunty said "You truly are a stallion, my son ... you took care of not one or two, but all three of us..." her tone teasing as well as flattering.
"Oh, aunty ... why're you making fun of me..." I protested weekly, propping myself up on my elbows, as I straightened from her body. "Arrre, beta ... I'm not making fun of you..." she responded " ... tell him girls ... have you ever seen anybody satisfying three of us like this..." directing the last part to Rakhi and Swati.
"Ooohhh, never ma'am ... never..." the sexy Swati chimed in immediately " ... Jignesh sir to sach mein lambi race ka ghoda nikle..." she added with a little chuckle. At this Radhika aunty laughed heartily and pinched my cheeks. Glad that the awkward moment after my orgasm was over, I retorted "Itna bhi mat chadhaao mujhe ... if I were such a stud ... I'd have made aunty also come..." smiling slyly at Radhika aunty.
"Oh, there'll be plenty of opportunities for that, beta ... don't worry ... the next time ... I'm not going to share you with anyone..." Radhika aunty replied with a laugh. As I got up from her prostrate body, Radhika aunty too stood up. Addressing the two girls, she said "Rakhi ... you help Jignesh clean up ... and Swati, you go get a glass of water for him..." even as the two girls were putting on their discarded clothes.
As Rakhi finished putting on her skirt and t-shirt, Radhika aunty said to me "Beta ... if you'll excuse me ... I'll also go and freshen up now..." smiling at me as she saw me watching her heavy sweaty body. The demure Rakhi approached me with a couple of clean moist & dry towels, even as Radhika aunty gathered her discarded clothes and went into the other room, and Swati went down to fetch some water for me. I lay back contented on the soft mattress and allowed Rakhi to wipe my body with the damp towel.
She was avoiding looking at me as she focused on wiping my body clean. As she came up towards my chest, I reached out and took her hand in mine. Looking at her pretty face, I said "Rakhi ... I hope I did not hurt you today..." my voice gentle. "Oh no, sir ... not at all ... why do you say that..." she replied immediately, the color rushing to her pale cheeks again.
There was a brief silence as both of us were quiet, and she was gently wiping my chest. After a pause, she said "Sir ... in fact ... I wanted to say thank you to you..." her voice faltering. "Thank you for what, Rakhi... ?" I asked her softly. She was silent for some more time, before replying "Just like that, sir ... thank you..." as she smiled at me shyly, albeit with warmth. She gazed at my face for a few seconds as if trying to think of what to say.
Realizing this was awkward for us, I just squeezed her hand, and smiled at her, letting our eyes do the talking. As I watched her go about cleaning me up, I couldn't help but wonder what circumstances would have forced a genuinely nice girl like her to work at a place like this. It had to be financial circumstances, going by whatever I'd heard about her background from Seema didi.
I was tempted to give her some money, but decided against doing so because I felt that I would be insulting her in some way if I did that. She didn't seem to be the type of girl who'd sell herself for money. As she finished, I got up from the bed, and began to put on my clothes. She just stood there quietly, and watched me as I put on my clothes; and when I glanced at her, she smiled at me again. For such a horny bastard, I was also an emotional fool, and her smile warmed my heart.
Reaching out to her, I quickly embraced her gently, and said to her softly "Rakhi ... I should be the one saying thank you ... but I don't know how to thank you ... so all I can say is ... if you ever need anything ... anything ... please do reach out to me ... I'll feel happy if I can help you in some way..." looking at her beautiful eyes. She just gazed at my face silently for a minute, before replying "Ok, sir..." Smiling at her to make her feel at ease, I prompted "Promise... ?" to which she smiled and replied immediate "Promise, sir..."
Hearing the footfalls of Swati coming back, we quickly disengaged. As Swati came into the room carrying a glass of cold water in a tray, Rakhi picked up the towels and went out of the room. Coming close to me, the sexy Swati offered me the tray containing the glass of water, her eyes smiling at me.
As I drank the cool water thirstily, she watched me. When I returned the empty glass to her, she took it from my hand and placed it on the night stand near the bed. Throwing a quick glance at the door, she came closer to me and tilting her head to one side, whispered seductively "So, sir ... were you satisfied with my service today..." fluttering her eye lashes, and allowing her pillowy breasts to press against my arms.
I reached out and pulled her towards me, cupping her softly butt with my hands, and mashing her lush body to mine, replied with an equally hot smile "Very satisfied, Swati..." looking into her lasciviously. She pretended to blush at that, and added in a conspiratory tone "Sir ... if you ever want me to come to you ... I mean ... outside of the parlor ... I'll be very happy to come..." running her fingers along my neck, and putting on an incredibly sexy expression on her face.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 35

I knew why she was playing this little seducing game with me, and quickly extracted my wallet from my trousers. I saw her eyes glance at the money inside my wallet, as I pulled out two notes of 500/- rupees. Pressing the folded notes into her hand, I said "This is for you, Swati ... but don't tell aunty, ok..." winking my eyes conspiratorially.

Her face brightened at that, and she gushed "Of course, sir ... of course ... thank you ... thank you..." pressing herself further to me. Quickly sliding the money into some pocket in her skirt, she pressed her lips hungrily to mine, grinding her pelvis to mine. Pulling her lips away, she said "I'll wait for you to call me, sir ... anytime you want..." I just smiled at nodded at her, knowing fully well that sluts like her would always be available for me, as long as I was generous with my money.

With that, we disengaged and headed down stairs. Radhika aunty had changed her saree, and was looking as ravishing as ever, ready for one more day of business. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was nearing 10 in the morning. I suddenly wanted to get out of that place, and took leave of Radhika aunty and the girls. Before I left, I left some money on the table in her living room, asking her to give it to the girls.

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

Just as I was putting on my helmet, she began "Beta ... umm..." hesitating. "Yes, aunty..." I probed, even as I inserted my keys into the bike's ignition. "Beta ... if you ... if you have any friends ... who'd like to ... I mean ... like to have a good time ... they're more than welcome here..." she said with an awkwards smile. I knew that this was coming sooner or later, and only smiled at her.

"I'll give them a discount also, beta ... special rates..." she continued, sounding more and more like a middle-aged matron pimping her girls. "Of course, aunty..." I replied with a smile "I will tell my friends ... and I'm sure they will like to come here..." At this she brightened, and replied "Thank you, beta ... thank you..."

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

I spent the rest of the day catching up on some errands which had piled up. There were the usual plethora of bills which had to be paid, tasks that I'd never even known existed before my folks left for our village. And I knew that by the time I'd be through with my errands, it would be past lunch time. So I made it a point to call up Kalpana aunty through their neighbor, and inform her in advance that she did not need to come with my lunch for the day.

I took the opportunity to also tell her to ask her if it was OK for me to go over to their place for dinner, a request which she accepted more than willingly. Once I was through with my errands, I used the free afternoon time to catch up with an old college friend of mine, who'd been calling me over to his house for a while, since he'd just gotten hold of a couple of new video games.

Video games were the rage those days, and like most others my age, I too was addicted to them. Moreover, I had an added incentive in going to his place, because I looked forward to seeing his twin sister, Mona; who though not terribly attractive, was the most flirtatious girl I'd come across. Also, his mom was terribly fond of me, and I loved going there just for enjoying the fantastic food she cooked.

Having spent the day at my friend's place, it was nearly half past seven in the evening when I finally reached Kalpana aunty's place. Her husband, Jatin bhai opened the door. For a change, he looked fresh and clean today, quite unlike the slovenly manner in which he usually was around the house. He was dressed in a freshly starched white kurta and pajama, and even seemed to have pampered himself with a hair cut and a shave.

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

In all fairness, he was a very friendly sort of chap, but I couldn't help but wonder how friendly he would've been had I not been helping him out financially. As he led me to their battered old sofa, he continued "All thanks you, Jignesh bhai ... all thanks to you..." sitting down heavily by my side on the sofa. "You know you had lent me some money..." he started enthusiastically " ... well today, my bank loan got sanctioned ... and I have paid of all my creditors..." his voice happy.

"Not only that ... I have also managed to make a small down payment to Vinod saheb..." referring to someone with whom he'd been contemplating investing in setting up a warehouse of sorts to collect and re-sell scrap. "He has agreed to make me a partner in his business ... so now I am going to do big business..." he announced boisterously, his fat face beaming. "Oh, that's great news, uncle ... I'm really happy for you..." I said, relieved that this man seemed to be at least making good use of he money I'd lent him. "Sab tumhaari dua hai, Jignesh bhai ... all thanks to you..." he responded enthusiastically, grabbing hold of my hand and pumping it vigorously.

Before I could respond, Kalpana aunty came into the room. To my pleasant surprise, she too was dressed rather well today. She was wearing what seemed to be a brand new saree, and there was a general air of freshness about her. She had that same look of warmth in her eyes and a bright smile on her face, as she entered the room, carrying a tray with a glass of water for me. I stood up upon seeing her, and as I took the glass from the tray, she looked at my face, and smiled at me the way only she could; right from her heart.

There was a cheery air about their house today, and it felt really good to see my loving Kalpana aunty in such a good frame of mind. It was quite unlike the general image I had of her; a poor hardworking housewife, who seemed perpetually drenched in sweat from the drudgery of her household work, and also having to work over time cooking food for people, to support her family. Her hair was tied in the ubiquitors bun, and I could smell some talcum powder on her. As I took the glass from the tray, I smiled and said to her teasingly "Kya baat hai, aunty ... aaj to aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho..." indicating that she was looking really good today.

She blushed at that, and her face creased into a pleased albeit shy smile at that, causing her prominent cheekbones to stand up, and those really alluring dimples to form on her plump roundish weather beaten face. I'd never imagined that even a 42-year old middle-aged woman could blush like this! It pleased me immensely to know that I could have this kind of effect even on a woman her age. But then it was probably easier to please ordinary looking middle-aged women like her, who'd probably heard very few compliments being paid to them in their entire life.

Conscious of herself, her eyes shining, she managed to say "Thank you, beta ... you're very kind..." her voice soft. "It's just that ... just that ... Jatin bhai bought me a new saree today..." she added with some awkwardness, referring to the saree she'd worn today. The sheer happiness on her face, at having been gifted something by her otherwise worthless husband, made it worth everything! All of a sudden, I felt very good about myself, and was tempted to wrap my arms around the motherly Kalpana aunty, and embrace her warmly.

"Oh..." I said with a smile that lit up my face " ... no wonder you're looking so beautiful, aunty..." I said, turning to look at her husband; who was looking on with a mighty pleased expression on her face. Placing the empty glass on the tray she was holding out for me, I reached out and shook Jatin bhai's hand "I'm very happy to see this, uncle ... I'm really happy..." wanting to also let him know that I appreciated the gesture he'd made towards his wife.

He just shifted on his heavy feet, preening like a rooster who'd just conquered a prime hen, with such a big smile on his face that his eyes almost disappeared into his fleshy pudgy face. "We owe so much to you, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty say softly from the side, as she gently touched me on my arm. "Yes, beta ... we are really indebted to you..." Jatin bhai added, pursing his lips, and addressing me for the first time as 'beta', even as he came and placed his heavy hand on my shoulder.

As I stood there between this wonderful 42-year old housewife, and her 48-year old slob of a husband, soaking in the gratitude that they were displaying to me, I couldn't help but feel on top of the world! The color rushed to my cheeks, as I squirmed uncomfortably and said "Oh, stop it please ... both of you are embarrassing me now ... please..." as I stepped aside from between them.

Not knowing what else to do, I just picked up the tray and the empty glass which Kalpana aunty had placed on the tea-poy, and walked towards the kitchen to put it back. "Arre, what are you doing, beta..." Kalpana aunty protested immediately, bustling behind me. "Then you please stop saying things like this..." I admonished them with mock anger. "Ok, ok, Jignesh bhai..." said Jatin bhai immediately, switching back to his usual tone " ... maaf kar do humko..." folding his hands together in a gesture of mock apology.

As I returned to the living room, I asked both of them in general "Where's Jigna ... I didn't see her..." curious to know where she was, since I was rather looking forward to seeing her again. At this, both of them glanced at each other, and something like a knowing smile transpired between husband and wife.

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

I could manage only an "Oh..." as I realized both of them were looking at me, with a knowing but warm smile on their face. "I've just sent her to the kirana store to buy some things, beta ... she should be here any minute..." Kalpana aunty added, a warm motherly tone to her voice.

But something in the manner in which husband and wife had looked at each other when I inquired about their teenage daughter, made me a bit apprehensive. I was praying that the innocent but naïve girl would not have blurted out anything to her mother. I could not even imagine what would be their reaction, if they ever came to know how I'd been fooling around with their teenage daughter.

And I also felt terribly guilty about what it would do to their trust. For the moment however, I decided to push away those scary thoughts from my mind, and replied "Uh ... ok ... I was just wondering where she was ... that's all..." my voice a little unsteady, as I tried hard to read their expression.

"We know, beta ... we know..." replied Jatin bhai with a little chuckle, the same enigmatic smile on his rotund face " ... she also looks forward to you coming here now a days beta ... in fact ... she's more fond of you than her own brother now..." he continued amicably with a smile, referring to their son, Dharmesh, who was about my age, and was living with Jatin bhai's sister in another town, since he had got admitted into a college there.

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

As I sat down on the sofa, I took a deep breath of relief. As Jatin bhai began to pick up the newspapers which were lying scattered around the room, I said "So, uncle ... this calls for celebration, no..." a big smile on my face " ... now that you've got the loan, and your business is back on track..." At this, his face brightened, and he beamed.

"Of course, of course..." he gushed " ... I was telling Kalpu the same thing..." he added aloud, making sure his wife who was in the kitchen also heard him. "Did you hear that, Kalpu..." he hollered from the living room. "Yes, baba ... I heard..." came Kalpana aunty's voice from the kitchen " ... you are just lookin for a chance to 'celebrate' no..." her tone admonishing him, albeit lightheartedly.

Jatin bhai laughed out at that, before turning to me and saying "Arre, Jignesh bhai ... just before you came in, I was telling her that today we should be celebrating ... but you know how she is no ... she just does not understand us men..." he added with a wink, making sure his wife also heard her. "Haan, haan ... I don't understand anything..." I heard Kalpana aunty retort from the kitchen, which made both of us smile.

Today I was seeing a new sort of camaraderie between the two of them, and I couldn't help but marvel at how much of an impact financial security could have on the lives of ordinary folks. "Tell me, Jignesh bhai..." said Jatin bhai with urgency " ... what would you like to drink ... I will quickly go and get it..." his enthusiasm evident at the prospect of having a drink. "No, no uncle ... I'm fine ... I was just..." I protested.

"Arre, Jignesh bhai..." he began to say, even as I cut him off. "Uncle ... first you please stop calling me 'Jignesh bhai' ... I find that very awkward..." I said to him with mock sternness. "Ok, ok ... I won't, my son... "he responded immediately, folding his hands in a mock apology once again again " ... at least now tell me what you would like to drink..." his eyes gleaming as he rubbed his hands together gleefully at the prospect of drinking tonight again.

I knew very well that Kalapan aunty did not take too kindly to his drinking, and I did not want to become the reason for any discord between them going forward. Shaking my head, I said "No, let it be, uncle..." "Arre ... how can I let it be ... just now only you said no ... that we should celebrate..." he protested, once again speaking loud enough to be heard in the other room as well. "Umm ... I know ... but..." I squirmed. "But ... but what, my dear son..." he coaxed me.

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

I didn't want this to become an issue between them, so I took the initiative, and walked up towards the kitchen, just as Kalpana aunty too came towards us, muttering something under her breath. As she saw me, there was a smile on her face. Coming close to me, she fondly ruffled my hair as she said "You are my laadla, beta ... whatever you want ... I will never say no..." her voice warm as she looked into my eyes with that fond smile of hers " ... and I know that you're happy to see our happiness..." displaying her uncanny ability to read my mind.

"So, beta ... I have no problems today if you two drink today..." her hands caressing my cheek, as she came really close to me, her big mature breasts under that saree almost brushing against my cheeks, even as she smiled at me. Before I could respond, Jatin bhai clapped his hands together and exclaimed "Good ... good ... at least now you don't have any problems, Jignesh bhai..." turning to look at me with a smile. When I just looked at him, he quickly added "Sorry ... no calling you Jignesh bhai from now onwards ... beta ... Jignesh beta..." correcting himself upon seeing my look.

I threw my head back and laughed at that, before turning to Kalpana aunty "Thank you for giving me this honor, aunty..." my tone genuine, as I too reached out and clasped her hand. She squeezed my hand hard in response, and I was thrilled about having this kind of comfort with this family now, that both she and I could freely touch each other, within the realms of decency, even in front of her husband. Stepping back, I announced "Ok ... then, if you don't mind, uncle ... I will just go home and get one bottle from my dad's cupboard..." a satisfied smile on my face.

"Sure, sure, beta ... I know you drink only Scotch..." Jatin bhai reverted immediately, his face beginning to almost glow at the prospects of drinking some decent Scotch again. Throwing one more glance at Kalpana aunty, who stood there watching me, I quickly picked up my keys, and headed home to get the bottle from my house. Within no time, I was back, having depleted my father's stock of imported whiskey by one more bottle of the ubiquitous Johnnie Walker.

The door of their house was still open when I got back, and as I stepped into their house, I could hear Kalpana aunty in the kitchen. "Auntie..." I called out, as I stepped into the living room. "I'm here, beta..." Kalpana aunty replied from the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, carrying the bottle, I saw that she was busy kneading dough for making pooris on the kitchen platform.

As I placed the black & golden packet containing the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen platform, Kalpana aunty smiled at me and said "He's just gone out to get some snacks for you to have with your drinks..." even as she continued to knead the dough. "You know, he gets excited like a kid at the prospect of drinking..." she added with a wry smile, as she went about kneading the dough, the pair of golden colored bangles on her wrists jingling.

"I know, aunty ... that's why I didn't want to ... I'm sorry..." I began, only to be cut off by her. "No, beta ... I'm not saying anything to you..." she butted in " ... when you are there, I have no problems with it ... I know only mean well for us ... I have no problems in his drinking in the house ... it's just that I don't like it when he drinks outside the house ... and more so when he's borrowing money from people ... and spending it on sharaab..." she added by way of explanation.

"I know, aunty..." I mumbled. "But today ... I'm very happy ... very happy..."she added with a bright smile, even as she looked at me, and brushed away a bead of sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her maroon-colord blouse, her hands covered with the dough as they were. As I stood there leaning against the kitchen platform next to her, she continued "You know, after so many years ... today he bought a saree for me ... I can't remember the last time he ever bothered to buy anything for me..." she added with a wry smile, as she went about pummeling the dough into shape.

Even from where I stood, I couldn't help but notice the way her heavy breasts, encased inside the blouse under her matching maroon-colored saree, shook as she pummeled on the dough. "And you know, beta ... today he also got a new dress for Jigna..." she added with pride, as she went about her work.

"You should have seen how excited Jigna was ... when she saw that her father had got something for her without her asking for it..." she continued, as she looked at me and smiled. I just nodded my head in understanding and smiled back at her, still amazed at how much joy a little bit of money could bring into ordinary middle class families.

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

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

One of the reasons I was so drawn to this 42-year old middle aged housewife, was the fact that she was perhaps the most loving and kind-hearted people I had met in my life. And for some strange reason, that added to the sexual attraction I felt for her. As she blinked to clear the tears that had clouded her eyes, she threw her head back to nuzzle her cheeks against mine.

Reaching up with one hand, I gently wiped the unwanted tears from her cheeks, a gesture which caused her to close her eyes and let out a contented sigh, as if relishing this small moment of joy with me. As I slid my hand down again to hold her by her belly, pressing myself to her from behind, she said "Yes, today ... let us just enjoy the moment..." smiling and nodding to herself.

"And I'm so glad to see that you are also able to be part of our happiness today..." she added wistfully, still nodding, as if speaking to herself. "And with your friend here..." she said with a smile, nodding towards the bottle of whiskey which I'd feltched from home " ... I'm sure you'll be able to have a good time..." her tone light hearted, as she nuzzled her cheeks against me, unable to touch me with her hands as they were covered with the wheat flour.

"I don't care about Mr. Johnnie Walker..." I said with a smile, pressing myself to her further " ... what I care about is right here ... in my arms..." even as I slid my hands up under her saree, and cupped both of her heavy firm 38-C breasts inside the confines of her blouse and bra. As I felt the incredible heaviness and firmness of her mature breasts, I felt my cock twitch inside my pants, and begin to press against that massive heavy ass of hers.

"Ohhh, beta ... ohhh, beta..." she sighed, as she leant back, the bun of her hair resting on my shoulder, even as she closed her eyes, genuinely loving the feel of my hands on her mature breasts. Conscious of my surroundings, I glanced at the open door of the living room, for anyone entering the house had a clear line of vision into the kitchen. As if reading my thoughts, Kalpana aunty said in a husky whisper "Yes, beta ... the door is open..." her voice thick.

"So, shall I close the door then..." I replied in a teasing voice, smiling at her, even as my fingers caressed the heavy roundness of her breasts inside the blouse and bra, trying to locate the hardness of her nipples. She looked into my eyes as if trying to make out if I was serious.

Even though my tone was teasing, she could see the burning desire in my eyes. "Beta..." she began in an unsteady voice " ... Jigna ... she can come in any moment now..." her tone betraying how she was being torn between what her body wanted, and what her mind was cautioning her against. But before she could say anything further, I let out a little laugh and said "I know, aunty ... I was just joking..."

Giving her huge breasts one more squeeze under her saree, I stepped back from her, releasing her from my grasp. She smiled at me as I did that, and letting out a long sigh, just gazed at the dough she was kneading. Lifting her flour covered hands, she showed me her arms and said "See, beta ... what you have done to me..." showing me the goose pimples that had sprung up along her arms, even as she smiled warmly.

Taking a quick step towards her, I pressed my pelvis to her huge buttocks, so that she could feel the turgidity of my cock inside my jeans, as I muttered "And see what YOU have done to me, aunty..." I let myself linger for a few seconds in that position, as we both looked into each others' eyes before stepping back.

Deciding to lighten the sexual tension that had so rapidly build up between us, I announced "Let me take out the glasses, aunty ... so that we're ready when Uncle comes back..." She showed me where she kept her precious collection of special glasses, that were taken out only for special occasions, in one of the sparse cabinets in their kitchen. As I was taking out the glasses from their cabinet, she began speaking again.

"You know, beta ... Jigna has become very fond of you now..." she began. The alarm bells began ringing in my head, as the topic of Jigna began again. I glanced at her from where I was, but she was not looking at my direction, speaking as she began to roll small balls of dough for the pooris between her palms. "Umm ... I'm also very fond of her, aunty..." I responded, try my level best to keep my voice normal, even as I pretended to be busy taking out glasses from the cabinet, one after the other.

As if not hearing what I said, Kalpana aunty continued "Ever since she has come back from her picnic ... all she has been talking about is, you ... Jignesh bhaiya this ... and Jignesh bhaiya tha..." her tone casual. I decided to let her continue, in the hope that she would eventually get to what she was trying to tell me. "Yesterday night, after Jatin bhai had gone to sleep ... I was asking her about her picnic..." she continued, her lone pair of gold bangles on both the wrists jingling as she rolled the dough into little balls.

"And she kept telling me ... again and again ... that she really missed Jignesh bhaiya ... and that it would have been so much fun if Jignesh bhaiya was also with her for the picnic..." her tone that of casual conversation. Even though my trepidation was rising at where she was leading to, I couldn't help but feel pleased inwardly at how much this sexy 16-year old teenage girl seemed besotted with me. Going about her work, Kalpana aunty continued "You know how it is with girls her age no, beta ... they are growing up ... and they feel many things ... which ... which they don't fully understand..." speaking even as she went about her work.

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

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

Even though I was on dangerous grounds, the look on her face as she asked me this question was reassuring. Deciding to play it safe, I replied "Umm ... I don't know, aunty ... I mean..." my tone unsure and guarded. Giving me a wane smile at my uncomfortable response, she said "I know, beta ... I'm a woman after all ... I know how girls feel..." her tone patient and motherly. "And I also know that you're also very fond of her, hai na, beta... ?" she quizzed me again, her eyes boring into mine, as if trying to read them, even though she maintained that same warm smiling expression.

"Umm, aunty ... yes ... I mean, of course ... she's a very nice girl ... I like her a lot..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders as if trying to be very casual after her. She was silent for a moment, as if waiting for me to say something else. "I mean ... yes ... I'm very fond of her, aunty..." I added, unable to bear her gaze, pursing my lips in a wry smile. There was an awkward moment of silence, and I didn't know what else to say. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, I blurted out "She probably misses her brother, aunty ... and maybe ... maybe she ... maybe that's why she's..." letting my words hang.

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

When I looked at her dumbly, she added "What I meant is ... she looks upon you with something ... something more than ... just brotherly love..." once again gazing at my face, as we stood across each other on opposite ends of their small kitchen. "You know what I mean, na beta..." she asked me softly. "Uh ... what, aunty..." I mumbled, deciding to play the fool for now, even though I fully understood what she was trying to ask me.

With a little shake of her head, she washed her hands in the kitchen sink, and wiping them on the pallu of her saree, came towards me. I watched with mounting trepidation as she approached me. Taking both of my hands in hers, she looked at me with a serious but kind expression and said "Beta ... I love you like my own son ... don't I... ?" looking at me with her large dark eyes, her heavy plump face tilted to one side. "Yes, aunty ... I also love you like..." I mumbled, swallowing as I looked at her face.

"But I also love you in another way, don't I..." she said softly, looking into my eyes, as she took hold of my sweating hands, and placed them on her heavy big breasts over the saree, pressing her lush heavy body to mine. Placing her palm over mine and pressing them gently to her bosom, she asked again "Don't I, beta..." "Yes ... yes, aunty..." I mumbled, my mouth dry by now, as I struggled to cope with this incredibly uncomfortable situation. Tilting to her head to one side as she looked at me, she said softly "It's the same way with Jigna also, beta..." smiling softly, as if explaining something to me like a mother would to her child.

"Now you understand what I'm trying to say, beta... ?" she asked me softly, continuing to hold my hands to her bosom. Clearing my throat, I managed to gasp "Uh ... yes, aunty..." Hearing these words from me, she gave my hands another squeeze before taking a step back, and letting go off my hands. She continued to gaze at me with an enigmatic look on her face. Unable to bear the silence, I mumbled "Aunty, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to..." my voice faltering. "Oh, beta ... what are you saying sorry for ... of course I know ... I know, beta ... I know..." she interrupted me quickly, once again reaching out to take both my hands in hers.

As I dropped my gaze, she touched me on my chin and made me look at her. "Look at me, beta ... I am her mother no..." she began " ... all I was trying to say is that ... she is growing up now ... and I know what girls go through at this age..." trying to explain herself. Coming closer to me, she touched me on my cheeks and said gently "I know how nice a person you are, beta ... I have seen that for myself ... I just want you to ... to ... take care of her..." her voice tender. "One she turns 18 ... then she has to take care of herself ... but till that time ... I'm just requesting you to take care of her, beta..." Kalpana aunty said, her voice low, as she held me by my face and looked into my eyes.

"I know you will take care of her, beta ... I'm not trying to say you won't..." she continued as if trying to explain herself further " ... but I'm her mother no ... and she's just going into her 17th year ... so..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I was feeling wretched by now, disgusted with myself at how completely this wonderful woman was trusting me with her teenage daughter, while all I did was lust for her.

"Beta ... in today's world ... with TV and all that ... I know that girls her age want boy friends and all that ... but they don't fully understand where to draw the line ... what to do ... and what not to do..." she continued. "I can keep trying to guide her ... but I cannot control what she does ... at their age, if I try to control them too much ... I know they will stop telling me things ... and then God only knows what all they will hide from me and do..." she went on, partly speaking to herself.

"So, beta ... if she feels some attraction ... then I'm just relieved that it is for you ... and not some other boy whose character I cannot trust..." she continued. I couldn't help but notice the irony of that. She was talking about trusting a prick like me, who was perverted enough to not only lust for that barely 17-year old girl, but also her 42-year old mother.

"I trust you, beta..." she said, interrupting my reverie " ... I know that you will take care of her ... and that you will know what to do ... and what not to do..." the last five words in a faint whisper, as she looked into my eyes intently. We both just looked at each other silently, she expectant with her trust in me, and me fighting with the conflicting emotions that had welled up inside me.

Finally, she let go off my hands, and shaking her head, said "That's all I had to say, beta ... the rest I'm leaving to you ... I will just pray that you do not hate your aunty for saying this..." her voice so full of love that my heart went out to her. With a groan, I just reached out for her, and pulled her into my arms. "Oh, aunty ... why do you say that, aunty ... why do you say that..." I said in a fierce whisper, holding her clasped in my arms, and kissing her on her forehead.

At that emotional moment, I barely noticed her heavy firm breasts pressing against my chest. "I too love Jigna, aunty ... in a very special way ... of course I will take care of her ... and why will I ever feel bad about you saying this to me..." I continued, even as I held her tight " ... on the contrary, I'm so grateful to you for having placed so much trust in me..." meaning every word of what I said, even though deep inside I was also feeling guilty of lusting for her teenage daughter.

I felt her take a deep breath of relief when she heard this, and as I released her from my arms, she looked up at me once again with that same look of love and fondness that only she could give. Reaching out once again, she pulled my face to hers and whispered "Thank you, beta ... thank you ... thank you..." saying that over and over again. Pausing for a few seconds, as she held my face just inches away from hers, she whispered "And I love you, beta..." her hot breath on mine.

"Oh, I love you too, aunty..." I whispered thickly, even as I felt her pull my face to hers and kiss me passionately on the mouth, her tongue intermingling with mine. As she kissed me ardently with pent up passion, my hands automatically slid under her saree to feel her heavy firm breasts inside the blouse; an action which caused her to sigh deeply.

"I know, beta..." she whispered thickly, as she pulled her lips away from mine, and reached down between us to feel my hardness which had sprung up rather quickly inside the confines of my underwear. "I missed you, beta..." I heard her whisper fiercely, as she gently placed her palm on the bulge inside my jeans. Just at that moment, we heard the sound of the outer gate of their courtyard being opened noisily.

"Jigna..." was all that Kalpana aunty managed to whisper to me urgently, as she quickly pulled away from me and hastily moved to the kitchen platform, where she was rolling the dough. I too quickly picked up one of the glasses, and wipe the already dry glass, even as we heard Jigna bustle into the house. That old rickety wrought iron gate outside their house had saved us just in the nick of time!

"Has Jignesh bhaiya come yet, mummy..." I heard Jigna call out, even as I heard her take off her sandals and noisily drop them on the floor. Kalpana aunty smiled at me even as she put on a normal voice and replied "No, dikra ... he has not come yet..." winking at me as she said that. I heard the disappointed Jigna mutter something under her breath, as she walked into the kitchen clutching a plastic carry bag containing some groceries that her mother had sent her to fetch from the nearby store.

The moment her eyes fell on me, her face lit up like a million watt bulb! "Jignesh bhaiyaaa..." she squealed excitedly, as she dumped the bag on the kitchen platform, and practically ran across to me. Throwing an embarrassed glance at Kalpana aunty, who was watching her with a bemused smile on her face, I said "Hi, Jigna ... I was waiting for you..." even as she ran across the kitchen and embraced me like an excited kid.

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

Turning to look at her mother, she squealed "Mummiee ... why did you lie to me..." laughing even as she tried to put on a tone of mock anger for her mother. Kalpana aunty just laughed, and went about with rolling the dough for her pooris. The teenage Jigna was today dressed in a rather elaborate Punjabi suit comprising of dark red figure hugging kurta, and matching churidaar.

The dress, though not very expensive, was very beautiful, and complimented her relatively dark complexion well. I'd never seen her in a Churidaar dress before, and I had to admit that she looked really beautiful in that. "How do I look, Jignesh bhaiya..." Jigna asked excitedly, clutching the ends of her dress, and pirouetting on the floor, displaying her brand new dress to me like an excited child. "Pappa got this dress for me, today ... how do I look..." she asked again, an excited smile on her, those big round eyes of hers wide.

As Kalpana aunt watched on fondly, I replied "You look absolutely beautiful, Jigna ... absolutely beautiful..." I replied genuinely, a warm smile on my face. Her face lit up at that, and she did a little pirouette on the kitchen floor, throwing her arms up in the air gaily. "Really, Jignesh bhaiya ... really... ?" she asked me excitedly, wanting to hear more from me.

"Really, Jigna..." I replied with a little laugh " ... I just wish I had brought my camera ... I could have taken some pictures of you ... you look so ... so pretty today..." continuing to smile at her.

"Oh, I'm so happy today..." she gushed, twirling her elaborate chiffon dupatta in the air, even as she posed for me " ... today you are also here ... and I've got a new dress too..." she said excitedly, still jumping up and down. I felt a feeling of warmth course through me for this young teenage college girl, at how happy small things in life made her.

At the same time, I also couldn't help but notice how transformed and grown-up she looked in this dress. So far, I'd seen her only in her college uniform or her night clothes. But in this elaborate dress, she looked far sexier and desirable to me than she ever did before. Her firm young 32-B breasts stood out proudly on her chest, accentuated by the fact that her Punjabi churidaar-based dress was cut well for her young teenage figure.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 36

"Ohh, I almost forgot..." Jigna exclaimed suddenly " ... I got a gift for you, bhaiya..." her tone excited. "Come ... come..." she said excitedly, as she took hold of my hands and dragged me out of the kitchen. I glanced at Kalpana aunty once again, as Jigna led me into their second bedroom, and she just smiled at me warmly, nodding her head in understanding.

As I followed Jigna into her room, she rummaged through her bag, and came out with a small box. "What's it, Jigna... ?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Open it and see, bhaiya ... open it..." she said excitedly, her eyes bright with anticipation as she giggled. Opening the box, I saw that it was small bracelet of sorts to be worn on the wrist.
It was comprised of little cube-like glass beads of various colors, each of which had one letter of my name engraved into it, forming the word J-I-G-N-E-S-H. It was one of those things that girls her age seemed to have a huge fancy for, and I was sure one could get something like that in the near-by Archie's store. "I got it for you from a gift shop during the picnic, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, looking expectantly at my face to see if I liked it " ... I hope you like it, bhaiya..." her voice so hopeful that it touched my heart.
In response, I just opened both my arms wide and embraced her. Holding her pressed to my body, feeling her excited young body against mine, I said "I love it, Jigna ... I love it ... thank you so much..." my voice tender. She squirmed in my grasp, too excited to stay there, and as I let go off her, there was a look of immense joy in her eyes.
"Let me tie it on your hand, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, taking the bracelet from my hand, and beginning to fumble with the hooks of it to tie it around my wrist. As I watched this barely 17-year old teenage girl tie that little friendship band of sorts on my wrist, I couldn't help but wonder what I was doing to her. Finishing tying it, she looked at my face and smiling sweetly, asked me in a girlish voice "Will you wear this, bhaiya ... always..."
Reaching out to clasp her hand, I said "Always..." smiling at her. Throwing a glance at the door of their bedroom, I quickly slid forward towards her on the bed, and planted a tiny kiss on her lips. Before she could react, I pulled myself away, and said to her "Thank you, baby ... I love you..." Startled at my unexpected kiss; she blushed, and fluttered her eyelashes.
"And shall I tell you something else, baby..." I said softly. "What, bhaiya..." she asked, smiling at me excitedly. Dropping my tone, I said "You're looking very sexy today..." giving her leg a gentle squeeze, where she was sitting across me on the edge of the bed. Once again, the color rushed to her already dark face, and she gushed "Oh, really bhaiya..." her eyes excited once again. In response, I just nodded my head.
Throwing a glance at the door once again, she quickly slid forward towards me this time, and said "You know, bhaiya ... I'm wearing the bra that you bought for me today..." her tone a whisper so that her mother who was in the kitchen could not hear her. The naive and excited manner, in which she told me this, sent a thrill of desire coursing through me and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.
As I struggled to find my words, she leaned forward a bit, and pulling the neck of her Punjabi suit to one side at her left shoulder, said in an excited whisper "See..." showing me the strap of the black bra which she was wearing inside. As she held her dress pulled aside to one side like that, inviting me to look at the strap of her bra, I shook my head, and whispered "Oh, Jigna..." reaching out involuntarily to touch her bare skin at the neck.
"Don't I look better when I wear a bra, bhaiya... ?" she asked me, her voice excited, yes barely above a whisper, as she threw her shoulders back and jutted out her chest, as if urging me to look at how her young firm teenage breasts looked in the bra under her figure hugging Punjabi suit. "Yes, baby ... you look hot..." I whispered back, shaking my head at how she could turn me on, even as I smiled at her.
"I knew you would like it, bhaiya ... I knew it..." she answered happily, bobbing up and down on the bed, not realizing what this was doing to me. There was something about the innocent naivety of this teenage girl that drove me mad, and I had to hold myself back from losing control. She was always so full of energy and excitement that she never gave you one moment of respite.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she asked "You will be staying back here tonight no, bhaiya ... after dinner..." her tone pleading and persistent. "Yes, baby ... I will..." I replied, smiling at her again warmly. "Oooh, I am so happy today ... I'm so happy..." she gushed for the umpteenth time, as she threw her arms around my neck again. Just as my blood was beginning to get warmed up, we heard the sound of Jatin bhai's rickety scooter outside.
Realizing that father was back, Jigna jumped up from the bed, and announced loudly "Pappa is back..." looking at me with a naughty smile, to let me know that we'd have to save our fooling around for later, and at the same time letting her mother know where she was. As I winked at her, she giggled and ran out of the room, to help her father bring in the stuff that he had gone to fetch.
As I too followed Jigna out of the room, I saw that Jatin bhai had returned with a bagful of snacks to go with the drinks. Kalpana aunty chided him for bringing things far more than necessary, but he dismissed her with a laugh, saying "Arre ... today we're celebrating ... to phir kanjoosi kaisi..." to which she responded with just an exasperated shake of her head. For a man his size, he was moving about with an alacrity that belied his girth, and soon had everything ready for us to sit down for a drink in the living room.
Jigna was helping her mother out in the kitchen, bustling about the house full of life. When I'd gone into the kitchen to fetch a couple of spoons, Kalpana aunty, who was still busy cooking, looked at me and smiled. After the conversation we'd had just before Jigna had arrived, I was still a little uncomfortable around her, now that I knew she had the ability to see into things far more than I could imagine.
To relax myself, I said to her "Aunty ... see, what Jigna got for me..." holding up my hand to show her the wristband she'd got for me. Jigna, who also was in the kitchen, beamed when she saw that I was showing off her gift to her mother. Kalpana aunty just gave a little laugh, and remarked "Yes, I know beta ... she was very excited about getting something for you ... so she could not keep it to herself..." smiling as she spoke.
"Waise bhi ... now that you are there, she does not need us any more, na..." she continued in a teasing voice, throwing a good natured glance at her daughter. "Oh, mummy..." Jigna protested " ... why are you saying that... ?" her lips pouting in a sexy frown.
"Why will I not say that..." Kalpana aunty countered her " ... you remembered to get a gift for your Jignesh bhaiya ... but did you think of getting anything for us ... your pappa and mummy... ?" still continuing to tease her. "But..." Jigna began to protest, but clamped her mouth shut, unable to think of anything to say to that. Her face dropped, as her eyes darted to mine, beseeching me to help her out of this situation.
Deciding to indulge her mother, I said "Yeah, that's right Jigna ... you didn't get anything for your mummy and pappa..." shaking my head in disapproval, even though I smiled. "Bhaiyaa..." she wailed " ... you too..." making a face the way only a teenage girl could. Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to her, she exclaimed "But I got those mithhais no, mummy..." probably referring to some sweets she'd have got.
"Yes, that you did..." Kalpana aunty immediately replied " ... but you took almost all of it to college na, today ... to distribute in your class..." still maintaining her teasing tone. That shut Jigna up for good, and all she could manage was a sheepish grin. Not wanting to let go, her mother continued "You know, beta ... on other days, I keep asking her to help me with some work in the kitchen ... but she never comes ... but today, just because you are here ... look how she is transformed..." smiling all the time, as she continued to tease her daughter.
Even as I laughed at Jigna's discomfiture, she continued "I keep telling her ... to at least learn some work in the kitchen ... otherwise no one will marry her..." throwing a glance at her daughter. "Even if nobody else does ... Jignesh bhaiya will..." Jigna retorted haughtily, catching all of us unawares.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room, as Kalpana aunty looked up sharply at her daughter, though not with any rancor. Jigna too had clamped her lips shut, her wide eyes flying from mine to her mother's, realizing that she'd said something that was probably not very appropriate. I could see a look of sudden sadness in Kalpana aunty's eyes, as she gazed at her daughter for a while, before turning to look at me with a wan smile.
A casual remark from the teenage girl had suddenly made the atmosphere loaded, and to break the ice, I let out a little laugh, and said "Oh come on, aunty ... you just wait and watch ... by the time Jigna is ready for marriage ... you'll find a queue of boys waiting at your doorstep ... asking for her hand in marriage..." laughing louder than appropriate in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"I hope so ... I really hope so..." was all that Kalpana aunty muttered, as she turned her gaze back to the food that she was cooking. Jigna's eyes were fluttering from mine to her mother, wide eyed, as if trying to read both her mother and me.
"Come, Jigna..." I said to her gaily " ... help me with these plates..." referring to some plates that I was in the process of carrying to the living room. "Yes, bhaiya..." Jigna mumbled in small voice, grateful for the diversion, but the look of wariness did not desert her face. Soon, I settled down in the living room with Jignesh bhai, pouring him liberal measures of my dad's precious Scotch, while going easy with my drinks.
Jigna shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, ferrying snacks and other savories that her mother was busy preparing in the kitchen; sweating it out even as we relaxed in the living room. Each time she came into the living room to replenish a plate, she'd glance at me to try and catch my eye.
But now, she was subdued, as if her mind was grappling with something, and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes. Her carefree frivolousness had vanished, and she seemed to be suddenly very conscious of herself, constantly fidgeting with the dupatta of her churidaar, or her wavy hair, which she'd tied in a simple pony.
Jatin bhai was getting garrulous by the moment, as the drinks began to warm him up, and he kept bombarding me with one grandiose plan after the other, about how he could make his money multiply in no time. Though skeptical about most of his hare-brained ideas, I kept him in good humor by chipping in one encouraging word or the other intermittently. By the time I was on my second drink, he was already on his fourth, and his ideas kept getting more and more incredulous.
Jigna was not to be seen for some time, and wondering what she was up to, I excused myself from Jatin bhai on the pretext of looking up on what Kalpana aunty was cooking in the kitchen. Upon spotting me, Kalpana aunty smiled brightly and asked "Ready to eat now, beta..." even as she fried pooris in the boiling oil. "Sure, aunty..." I replied absent mindedly, my eyes seeking Jigna who was not in the kitchen too. "Umm ... where is Jigna..." I asked her, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Oh, she must be in her room, beta..." Kalpana aunty answered without looking at me " ... she said she'll finish some homework in the mean time..." even as she focused on frying the pooris. "Oh..." I muttered and turned to go. "Beta..." I heard her call out just as I was turning around. When I turned to look at her, she nodded at me, asking me to come closer to her.
As I went up to her, she said "Beta ... don't take what she said seriously, ok..." her voice uncertain " ... she does not know what she's saying now..." It was incredible how this woman could read my mind, and all I could manage was a nod. With that, I turned around and went into the second bedroom in their house, which was the room that used to be shared by Jigna and her brother, but was now completely her den.
The bedroom had two single beds on either side of the room, and between the beds was a rickety old table which was shared by the two siblings as their study table. Now that her brother was no longer at home, Jigna had the table all to herself. The room was sparsely furnished, and apart from a battered old steel cupboard, the only other furniture was a pair of fold-able aluminum chairs.
Jigna was at the table, sitting on one of the two chairs, with her back towards me. Her books lay strewn across the table, and she had seemed to be busy scribbling something into one of her notebooks. With the intent of surprising her, I crept across the room noiselessly, and when I approached her, I saw that she had a pensive look on her face, and was lost deep in thought. However, instead of doing her homework, she was just doodling some illegible figures on a blank page, chewing on one end of her plastic ball pen.
I stood there behind her for a while, but so engrossed was she in her own thoughts that she did not feel my presence. Even though she was just sitting there at her study table, just the sight of her in this ambience turned me on. Her dupatta lay discarded on the bed by her side, and from where I stood over her, I could see the black strap of her bra under her dress at the shoulder, which she had so enthusiastically shown me ony a while back.
In spite of myself, I felt a stirring in my loins, and I marveled at how this sexy teenage college girl could turn me on without doing anything. Without making a sound, I leaned forward and bringing my face next to her right ear, with my chin just above her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "Hi, baby..." She almost jumped out of the chair with a startled gasp, and let out a little yelp of shock.
"Ohh ... bhaiyaa ... I thought..." she gasped, her eyes widening with surprise when she saw that it was me. "What you doing here all by yourself, baby..." I asked her softly, pulling the other chair and sitting down on it next to her. "Umm nothing, bhaiya ... I was just trying to finish some homework..." she mumbled, hastily fumbling with her notebook, and trying to open a page that was relevant.
But just before she managed to turn the page, I saw that what she was actually doodling on the blank page, were her name and mine; Jignesh and Jigna, in some fancy cursive writing. As I watched her trying to cover up, I smiled and said "I know you're not doing your homework, baby..." watching her face, as she tried to smile.
"Tell me, baby ... what were you thinking... ?" I asked her gently, reaching out to place my palm on her knee. "Nothing, bhaiya ... I was just..." she mumbled, flustered that I'd seen through her reverie. "Tell me..." I repeated, tilting my head to one side and looking into her dark big eyes, and squeezing her knee gently.
She dropped her gaze to her lap, and began to fidget with her dress, and I could see that her mind was in some deep turmoil. I waited patiently, letting my palm rest on her knees, knowing that she would speak to me once she was ready. After a few moments, she raised her gaze to look at my face, and I saw that there was forelorn look in her eyes.
She seemed to be searching for some answers in my face, and seemed to be torn between wanting to ask, and wondering what my answer would be. After what seemed like an eternity, she took a deep breath, and began "Bhaiyya ... I'm too young for you, na..." the sentence more of a statement than a question. Caught off guard, I took a moment to respond, before replying "What do you mean, baby..." my tone gentle.
She struggled to put her words together for another moment before adding "I mean ... I'm too young to be your girlfriend, na..." I was momentarily tongue tied at this question. I was nearing 20, and was about 3 years elder than her. Trying to keep the atmosphere calm, I forced a smile on my face and was about to say something when she blurted out "Oh, bhaiya ... I know that you will have some other girlfriend ... and ... and you look at me only as your little sister..." her words coming out in a rush.
I felt something tug at my heart, at the way this teenage girl was speaking from her heart. Clamping my mouth shut, I just looked at her. "Hai na, bhaiya... ?" she repeated, her eyes imploring me to answer. "Why do you say that, baby..." I asked her softly, unable to think of anything else to say. "Oh, I know, bhaiya ... I just know..." she said with a little sigh, her lips pouting the way they did when she was upset, as she dropped her gaze back to her lap.
As she sat there in the chair, gaze lowered, fidgeting with her dress, I felt like reaching out for her and taking her in my arms. But minding the surroundings, I just said as calmly as I could "Jigna ... my dear ... yes, it's true that I'm fond of you as I would be of a sister ... but at the same time ... I..." letting my words hang unfinished. She kept looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to complete. Throwing a glance at the door of the room, I pulled my chair closer to her, so that our knees were touching.
Taking both her delicate hands in mine, I clasped her fingers between mine, and said "But at the same time, I also love you, Jigna..." I saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes when I uttered the word 'love', but as quicky as it had come, it vanished. Dropping her gaze to her lap, she said in a resigned tone "Yes, bhaiya ... you love me like a little girl ... like a little kid sister..." refusing to look me in the eye.
All my conversations with the women in this house today were turning out like a walk in a minefield, and I was completely at my wits end on how to handle the situation. I could see that her eyes were beginning to water, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil her mood today. Taking a deep breath, I spoke "Jigna ... it is possible to love a person in more ways than one..." praying that I was making some sense " ... and I also love you in more ways than one..." as I paused for effect.
That seemed to have got her attention, and she was now looking intently at me. Putting on my most charming smile, I said "Tell me something ... don't you love me..." squeezing her hands gently. She just nodded in response, waiting for me to complete. "You love me like your 'bhaiyya' ... but you also love me in a different way, don't you... ?" I continued, maintaining my smile.
"Yes..." was all she managed to reply, as she kept looking at me expectantly. "So you see..." I continued, beginning to regain my confidence now " ... I also love you in the same way..." once again was squeezing her clenched fist. She was silent for a moment, as if trying to digest what I'd just said, before saying "Bhaiyya ... so do you love me enough to marry me when I grow up... ?"
She'd posed the question I was dreading all along, and my breath caught in my throat. I felt a lump come up in my throat, as I tried to comprehend the enormity of what this 16-going-on-17 girl was asking me. Her large limpid eyes were shimmering with the beginning of tears, and I could see that her lips were also quivering.
Breaking the silence, I reached out with my right hand to touch her cheek. Her skin felt hot to touch, and she shuddered involuntarily when I touched her face. Clearing my throat, I said "In the kitchen ... when you said that if nobody else married you ... then you would marry me ... didn't you want to know what my answer to that was... ?" my tone as gentle as it could be.
"Yes ... yes, bhaiya..." she managed to say in a hoarse whisper, her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she tried to blink her tears back. "My answer is yes, Jigna ... yes..." I said in a soft yet firm tone.
I didn't know if I was saying the right thing to her, but at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to say. Though I'd had my share of fun with a whole bunch of girls, I'd never had anyone get so involved with me, let alone talk about marriage. To me, marriage seemed like one of those things you had to do once you got old.
"Bhaiyyaa..." cried out Jigna, and without warning flung her arms around me. Alarmed, I glanced at the door, before taking her into my arms and letting her rest her head on my chest. "Oh, bhaiya ... oh bhaiya..." she kept repeating under her breath, clinging on to me fiercely, her fingers clasping my forearms hard.
As her body shook and convulsed with all her pent up emotions, I just held her against my chest, and caressed her back. Worried about the consequences of either of her parents walking into the room, I shook her gently and whispered "Jigna, your mummy may see us..." At that, she gave my arm a last urgent squeeze, before pulling away from me, hastily wiping the tears that had sprung to her eyes.
As I looked at her dark pretty face, I felt like whatever I'd said at the spur of the moment, was all worth it. It was worth its weight in gold for the look that I now saw on her face. A look of pure unadulterated love that can only be felt and exhibited by a girl at this tender age. "You bastard..." I said to myself, shaking my head, hating myself for what I was doing.
One, I was giving a ray of hope to this naive sexy teenage girl, for whom I'd only lusted to start with; and to add to the complications, her best friend, Sejal, that innocent busty teenager who was the apex of my fantasies, had also professed her love for me.
I was dragged back to the present when Jigna tugged at my hands, making me look at her. Her face was flushed with such joy, that I felt my heart melt. "You've made me so happy today, bhaiya..." she said with joy, clinging on to my hands, her head tilted to one side in a lovely seductive manner. I just smiled at her wanly, and held her hand. Now that she was appeased for the moment, she was eager to seal the pact with me.
"Bhaiya..." she began earnestly " ... I'm not very smart like you ... but I understand what you are trying to tell me..." her tone excited. "Mummy also told me the same thing ... you know mummy is no ... even if I don't tell her anything ... she knows what's going on in my head..." she continued excitedly, pointing with her finger to her temple.
"You know, bhaiya ... she knows that I love you very much ... but she says that I have to prove that it is not just an infatuation..." speaking faster now that she was feeling much more comfortable. "So I told her ... I will prove to you that it is not just infatuation ... and then she said ... it is OK to feel many things for one person..." Jigna continued, going all over the place in her excitement.
I just listened to her with a bemused expression on my face, as she continued "She said she also loves you like her son ... but that doesn't mean she does not love you in any other manner ... you know ... the other way..." her eyes twinkling merrily as she tried to suggest what she meant without actually having to say it.
My head was swimming now, as I tried hard to comprehend what she was telling me. If I'd understood her right, Kalpana aunty had told her that she loved me like her son, but also loved me in 'another' way; and what that 'othe way' was, was for anyone to guess. Try as I may, I couldn't even begin the fathom the nuances of a mother's relationship with her daughter.
"Umm ... ok..." I mumbled, not wanting to risk saying anything more. "So, if mummy can be pappa's wife ... and still love you ... then I can also be like your sister ... and still love you ... hai na, bhaiya..." she exclaimed, as if the whole thing had fallen in place in that pretty little head of hers. "Hmm..." I muttered, smiling at her, relishing the enthusiasm with which she spoke.
She spoke of 'love' in such pure terms, that it made me cringe to think of how she'd react if she ever found out that I'd been fucking her mother behind her back! Dragging me back the present, she continued "And shall I tell you a secret, bhaiya..." her eyes twinkling, even as her voice dropped to a conspiratory whisper. "Tell me, baby..." I said, wondering what new profound secret she'd managed to unearth now.
"First promise me you'll not get angry with me..." she piped, speaking in a child like tone. Letting out a little laugh, I said "Ok, baby ... I promise..." Leaning closer to me, giving me a good view into the square cut neck of her Punjabi churidaar suit, she said "I told Sejal about you..." pausing to look at my face for reaction.
"Oh..." I responded, the alarm bells beginning to ring in my head again " ... what did you tell her, baby..." my voice failing me now. "Oh, I told her that I'm in love with you..." she said with pride, beaming with pleasure. As I swallowed to wet my throat, she continued "And you know what she said, bhaiya..." her tone full of promise. "What..." I managed to croak, dreading where this was headed.
"Guess ... guess..." she teased, smiling at me, and beginning to bob up and down on the chair like an excited little kid again. "Come on, baby ... tell me..." I pleaded. "She said..." Jigna began, pausing tantalizingly " ... she said ... that she also loves you..." her eyes wide like she was telling me the biggest secret in the world.
Seeing the stunned look on my face, she said "Can you believe it, bhaiya..." her tone incredulous. I was totally confused now, wondering why on earth was she so cool about coming to know that her best friend was also besotted with me.
"Girls..." I muttered to myself under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. "I knew you would be super super surprised..." Jigna gushed, with the excitement of a kid who's just found a secret room full of candy. "Ohh..." I mumbled " ... you must be joking..." trying my best to keep my voice steady.
"No, no, bhaiya ... I swear..." she said earnestly, pinching her throat in the gesture that teenagers used to convey the solemn truth " ... she really told me that, bhaiya..." trying hard to convince me. "Uhh ... what else did she say..." I mumbled, furiously praying that Sejal had not spilled all the beans with her best friend.
"Bloody hell..." I thought inwardly " ... how this girl will hate me if she ever finds out that not only had I been fucking her mother ... but also had been fooling around with her best friend..." clenching my fists inadvertently.
"Oh, she said she fell in love with you the first day she met you, bhaiya ... and then she fell more in love with you when you took her shopping ... and then she fell even more in love with you when you took both of us for the movie..." Jigna continued gaily, relishing being able to share her secrets with me.
"Uh ... what else..." I urged, hoping she wouldn't start wondering why I was probing her so much. "Um ... nothing else, bhaiya ... why..." Jigna replied innocently. "Oh ... and this is supposed to be our secret ok, bhaiya ... please, please don't tell her that I told you this ... ok, bhaiya ... please..." she pleaded, clutching my hands hard, but not able to suppress her smile.
"Ok, baby ... I won't..." I replied, hugely relieved that the lovely buxom Sejal had at least had the sense of not talking about everything that had transpired between us " ... but I still don't believe it..." smiling as I shook my head at Jigna. "Oh, you'll see, bhaiya ... you'll see..." Jigna said, giggling as if she was privy to something that I had no clue about. As the relief washed over me, I let out a prolonged sigh, and sat back in the chair.
"Are you bored of my talking now, bhaiya..." Jigna asked, as she watched me intently. "Oh no, baby ... of course not..." I said with a laugh, as I stretched myself to release the tension which had been gripping my body the last few minutes. "Ok..." Jigna said in a small voice, even as she continued to try to read the expression on my face, and the sudden change in my demeanor.
Little did she know that all she was seeing was my relief at knowing that not all the skeletons in my cupboard had been dug up. But I loved her for these little things, the way she looked at every little change in my demeanor, with those big beautiful eyes of hers. Deciding it was time to leave behind all this dangerous emotional talk, I stood up quickly and moved close to her.
Placing my hand on shoulder, I pressed my pelvis to her shoulder, letting her get a feel fo the lump that had formed in jeans by now. As her eyes widened, I said "Now do you believe me, baby ... that I'm not bored..." smiling down at her suggestively, purposely pressing the stiffness of my cock through my jeans on her slender yet plump shoulder.
"Ohh, bhaiya..." she sighed, snuggling up closer to me and resting her head against my taut belly, even as she wrapped her arm around my hips. "I missed you, bhaiya..." she whispered, twisting sideways to look up at me. "I missed you too, baby ... I missed you too..." I replied gently, sliding my hand down her shoulder into the square neck of her Punjabi dress, and gently caressing the firm mound of her young ripe teenage breasts over the cup of her bra.
Her skin felt incredibly hot to touch, and I felt her shiver with excitement at that. As her fingers dug into my waist, I pulled myself away with effort. Holding her by her shoulders, I said "Now we better get back to the main room ... or else your daddy and mummy will start to wonder what we're up to..." winking at her.
She giggled at that, and nodded her head quickly in understanding. With that I walked out of the room, even as Jigna busied herself with tidying up her books. As I entered the living room, I saw that Jatin bhai was helping himself to yet another drink. Upon seeing me, he bellowed "Ha, there you are, Jignesh beta ... I was beginning to think Jigna had gotten you into doing her homework..." letting out a throaty laugh.
His words had begun to slur and I could see that he was tripping on the Scotch now. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying plates and spoons, and began arranging them on their old dining table. As I joined Jatin bhai, refilling my own glass in the process, Jigna joined her mother and began to help her in laying the table. Soon we all settled down at the table to eat.
The meal was sumptuous as well as delicious, and I made it a point to compliment Kalapan aunty on her cooking. The conversation around dinner ranged from Jatin bhai's business, to Jigna's studies, and Kalpana aunty's complains that she seldom took any interest in housework. True to expectations, I sided with the sexy Jigna, much to her pleasure, and her mother's chagrin, who remarked that I was just spoiling her further.
After finishing his meal, Jatin bhai let out a loud satisfied belch, causing Jigna to giggle, and Kalpana aunty to go red in the face at her husband's crudeness. "Lovely food, aunty..." I said to her genuinely, as I wiped my plate clean. Kalpana aunty just smiled at me fondly, acknowledging my compliment. "How about some paan, Jignesh bhai... ?" Jatin bhai announced as he noisily got up from the chair.
"Sure, uncle..." I agreed readily as I too enjoyed having a sweet paan after a hearty Indian mean. As he stepped out of the house to get paans for all of us, I helped Kalpana aunty in clearing the dishes. Jigna was back to her cheerful self, helping Kalpana aunty wash the dishes. "Any other day if I ask her to help me in the kitchen, she always has some excuse ... but today look at her ... so much energy..." Kalpana aunty remarked, albeit lightheartedly.
As I laughed, Jigna retorted "Arre, mummy ... you please make up your mind ... if I don't help you, you complain ... and now that I'm helping you, you're still complaining..." I refused to get drawn into this little mother-daughter dispute, preferring to be a laughing spectator. Once they had tidied up the kitchen, we all returned to the living room, just as Jatin bhai returned. We all settled down on their battered old sofa in the living room, and chatted about things in general. With a few drinks under my belt, and a hearty meal, I was feeling rather drowsy.
Seeing me yawn, Jatin bhai said "Why don't you stay back here only today, beta ... no point going to your house now..." I'd been waiting for this ever since we finished dinner, but decided to play my part to the hilt as well. "Oh, it's alright, uncle ... I'll just head home ... I don't want to inconvenience you all..." I said in response, realizing that both Jigna and Kalpana aunty were both waiting for my response.
"Arre ... what inconvenience ... why are you being so formal with us, dikra..." replied Jatin bhai immediately. As I began to protest, he cut me off by saying to Kalpana aunty "Kyun, Kalpu ... what do you say... ?" turning to look at her. "Of course ... yeh bhi koi poochhne ki baat hai..." replied Kalpana aunty " ... you are always welcome to stay in our house, beta..." turning her gaze to me. I could see Jigna nodding her head vigorously from behind Kalpana aunty, her eyes urging me to agree quickly.
With a laugh, I said "Oh, ok then ... but ... I don't have any clothes to change into..." turning to look at Kalpana aunty. It was Jigna who butted in, and said "Oh, don't worry bhaiyya ... I'm sure some for Dharmesh's clothes will fit you ... hai na, mummy... ?" turning to look at her mother. "Yes, sure ... let me go and get you something to change into, beta..." said Kalpana aunty, rising from the sofa. "You also change dikri..." she told Jigna, as she went inside. Beaming at me, Jigna got up and hopped off after her mother into their bedroom.
Jatin bhai's eyelids were beginning to droop now, and as I spotted him yawning, I said to him "Why don't you also get some sleep now, uncle ... you look really tired..." urging him to retire. He seemed to be looking for an excuse now hit the sack, now that both his belly was full, and readily accepted.
"Haan ... I think I better do that ... I did a lot of running around today ... I'm feeling really tired now..." he droned, even as I saw Kalpana aunty smirk to herself at the mention of all the work he claimed to have done. Turning to Jigna, he said "And you also go inside soon ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai too much..." as he hauled his massive girth from the sofa and stood up.
As he waddled in towards their bedroom, I heard him say to Kalpana aunty "You also, Kalpu ... finish your work and come inside soon ... let Jignesh rest..." using my presence as an excuse yet again. "And have a bath before you come inside..." he added as an afterthought, giving Kalpana aunty a look that meant to convey something. I saw Kalpana aunty blush at his remark, made loud enough for all of us to hear.
"Ok..." she muttered to him, even as she glanced at me to check if I'd heard him. I quickly averted my gaze, and looked at Jigna, who too was pretending to be looking away. Seeing Jigna standing there doing nothing, Kalpana aunty snapped at her "Didn't you hear what your father said ... go inside and change your clothes ... now..." her tone unusually belligerent. Jigna gave her mother a hurt look, before quickly going into her room.
We heard the sound of Jigna banging the door behind her. As both Jatin bhai and Jigna went into their respective rooms, I turned to Kalpana aunty and asked her "What's the matter, aunty ... you ... you seem upset..." noticing the way she'd snapped at her daughter for no apparent reason. "Nothing, beta..." muttered Kalpana aunty, shaking her head, and turning her attention to tidying up the mess in the living room.
"Ok, aunty ... but why take it out on her... ?" I persisted, referring to Jigna. She was silent for a while as she looked at me. Finally, she let out a sigh, and said "Yes, beta ... you're right ... it's just that sometimes I really get annoyed with Jatin..." shaking her head in disapproval, refusing to elaborate further.
"Let me get you something to wear, beta..." she said suddenly, changing the topic. With that she too went inside, and returned in a few moments, carrying a pair of neatly folded Berumuda shorts and a t-shirt, which ostensibly belonged to her son. Handing the clothes to me, she said "Here, beta ... I hope you find them comfortable..."
As I took the clothes from her, I said to her "Don't worry about me, aunty ... I'll be fine..." She gave me a grateful smile, and said "I'll go have a bath now, beta ... you please make yourself at home..." As she departed, I flopped down on the lumpy sofa, and switched on the TV. As I was idly surfing through the channels, I heard the door of Jigna's room open.
She'd changed into a pair of soft cotton pajamas, and collared boy's t-shirt, which had definitely seen better days, and seemed to be another hand-me-down from her brother's wardrobe. She'd washed her face, and she looked fresh.
As she came in, she asked "Where's mummy, bhaiya..." looking around for her mother. "She's gone for a bath, Jigna..." I answered her, even as I checked out her ripe young body in the rather loose fitting night clothes she wore now. As she saw me checking her out, she smiled knowingly, and came towards me. I was relaxing comfortably on the sofa, with my right hand stretched out on the backrest of the sofa.
To my surprise, and pleasure, she came and sat right next to me, so that her neck was supported by my outstretched right arm. "What are you watching, bhaiya... ?" she asked casually, even as she made it a point to slide as close as possible to me, by my side, so that out thighs were touching.
Handing her the remote of the TV, I replied "Uh, nothing ... I was just surfing channels..." keeping my voice casual, even though I was thrilled by the feel of her legs against mine. Even in this unglamorous attire of her brother's loose collared t-shirt, and a pair of soft cotton pajamas, she looked absolutely desirable to me. I was so aroused, that I felt my cock stiffening by just the feel of her thighs touching mine. As she began surfing channels on the TV, she snuggled up closer to me, resting the back of her head against my right shoulder.
In that position, I could look down into the open neck of her loose t-shirt, the buttons of which she had not bothered to close. I could also clearly make out from the outline of her young ripe breasts under the knit t-shirt that she had discarded her bra; something that she usually did when she slept.
As I watched the gentle rise and fall of her pert firm breasts under the t-shirt, I was tempted to drop my right hand, which was resting on her shoulder, down towards her chest and squeeze those delectable teenage tits. It was almost like she sensed my desire, for suddenly, she twisted her neck sideways and looked up at me. So close was her upturned face to me, that I could feel her hot breath on my face.
Looking at me with eyes full of desire, she whispered "I missed you, bhaiya..." her voice husky. "I missed you too, baby..." I replied in an equally husky whisper, looking into her large expressive dark eyes. Without warning, she pushed her face up towards me and kissed me on my lips. "Ohh, Jigna..." I groaned as I felt her hot lips on mine, and instinctively parted my lips also to kiss her back.
I heard a soft moan escape her lips as our lips met, and my tongue thrust into her mouth, lashing against hers, with all my pent up passion. At the same time, my right hand too instinctively slid down and cupped her luscious ripe teenage breast through her t-shirt. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her young breasts, I felt her arch her back and push her chest towards me, almost urging me to fondle her breasts.
She twisted her torso sideways to kiss me better, and at the same time her hands too slid up my thighs and felt the hardness of my cock which was now forming a bulge inside my jeans. "Ohh, Jigna ... I missed you so much..." I whispered even as we kissed ardently, when I felt her hands squeeze my hardness through the thick fabric of my jeans. I was tempted to strip her of her night clothes at that very moment and take her, and the fear of being discovered, as I felt her up right there in their living room, added an extra thrill to the whole affair.
I felt my hands moving as if with a mind of their own, and my hand quickly slid into the open neck of her t-shirt, to be rewarded with the feel of her naked young 32-B breasts under her t-shirt. "Bhaiiyyaaa..." she hissed through our kiss, as she felt my hand cup the hot flesh of her firm young tits inside her t-shirt. Her skin felt so hot to touch, that it felt like her already erect small nipples would burn a hold through my palm.
With difficulty, I pulled my mouth away from hers, even though I let my hands remain inside her t-shirt, and said to her "Jigna ... your mother may come in any moment..." my voice hoarse, even as I looked into her inflamed face, her large wide eyes burning like hot coals. "Uhh..." she muttered, as she shook her head in acknowledgment, even though I could see from the expression on her face, that she was as eager for me, as I was for her.

To Be Continued...

[Heisenberg]

Part -37

Squeezing her fingers around the thick bulge of my cock under my jeans, she said "Ohh, bhaiya ... now I know you also really missed me..." feeling the thickness of my cock in her soft hands through the thick jeans.

At that moment, we heard the sound of the bathroom door's bolts being opened, and Jigna quickly moved away from me, and sat by my side at a respective distance. She began to casually flip through the channels on TV again, keeping one eye on the passageway that led to their common bathroom. As Kalpana aunty emerged from the bathroom, the sight of her just sent my arousal soaring.
She had changed into an old bottle-green night gown that was short for her, and did not reach her ankles; under which she wore a black petticoat that reached up to her ankles. The towel she had used to wipe herself dry after her bath was slung on her shoulder, and I was once again drawn to her huge heavy 38-C breasts under the gown.
I could clearly make out the outline of the old fashioned black bra that she wore under her gown, which somehow managed to hold together the girth of her wide heavy breasts. Upon seeing me, she smiled and said "Beta ... you haven't changed yet... ?" seeing that I still had the clothes which she'd given me in my lap. I had quickly pulled the pair of shorts and t-shirt on to my lap to cover the bulge which was clearly visible through my jeans.
"Umm ... I was just watching TV aunty..." I replied, trying hard to keep my voice casual; even as Jigna continued to look at the TV, flipping through the channels idly. "Time to go to bed, Jigna..." Kalpana aunty announced, as she came into the room. "Oh, mummy ... for some time only ... please..." Jigna pleaded, trying her best to stay around me for as long as possible.
"No..." her mother said with finality " ... no TV after 10 pm ... as such itself you don't get up in the morning..." in her firm motherly tone. "Now you go inside ... and let Jignesh bhai also rest..." she added, walking towards Jigna and taking the remote from her hand. Jigna made a face, and stood up, grumbling to her mother "You never let me watch TV..." even as she stomped off towards her room.
"Arre ... at least say good night to Jignesh bhai..." her mother admonished her. "Oh, sorry..." Jigna replied, just as she reached the door of her room, and added "Good night, bhaiya..." a smile on her face that just drove me crazy. "Good night, Jigna..." I responded to her with a smile, even as Kalpana aunty turned back towards me. Before disappearing into her room, I saw Jigna beckon to me with her hands, and mouth "Come soon..." silently, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
Once Jigna went into her room, I picked up the remote to switch off TV. "It's alright, beta ... you can watch TV if you like..." Kalpana aunty said immediately, smiling at me. "Oh thanks, aunty..." I replied with a smile " ... I hope you don't mind ... I just wanted to watch a football match tonight..." referring to an EPL match between Man-U and Chelsea that I wanted to catch up on tonight.
"Of course, beta ... why not..." she replied positively before adding " ... I'll get you some pillows ... and you can change in the mean time..." smiling at me in an enigmatic manner. When I smiled my thanks, she went into the bedroom to fetch some pillows. As she went inside, I quickly stripped off my jeans and t-shirt, and slipped into the comfortable Bermuda shorts and t-shirt she'd given me. Just as I'd changed, she re-appeared, clutching a couple of soft cotton pillows for me.
"Thank you so much, aunty..." I said to her as I took the pillows from her hand. "Thank you, beta..." she replied, laying stress on the word 'you', watching me fondly as I placed the pillows against the arm-rest of their old sofa. When I looked up at her, I felt as if she was looking at me with longing that she was trying hard to resist.
After a brief moment of awkward silence when we just looked at each other, she suddenly asked "Would you like a glass of hot milk, beta... ?" her voice unusually soft. "Umm ... sure, aunty ... I'd love that..." smiling back at her warmly. She nodded and quickly went into the kitchen to fetch me that promised glass of warm sweet milk.
I could only smile at myself, as I wondered how on earth I managed to land in a situation where both mother and daughter had managed to fall in love with me, albeit in their own different ways. With a sigh, I plopped down on the sofa, propping up both the pillows on the arm-rest, and lay back comfortably, pulling my legs up. I was just searching through the channels on their TV, searching for ESPN, when she returned into the living room, carrying a tall glass of warm sweetened milk.
"Here, beta..." she said softly, handing me the cup, as I sat up quickly to take the glass from her hand. "Mmm ... thanks, aunty ... did you add some kesar in this... ?" referring to saffron which I could smell in the milk. "Yes, beta..." she replied with a smile " ... it is good for your health ... it gives you stamina..." as I took the glass from her hand. "Stamina for what, aunty..." I asked her, a teasing smile on my face.
She blushed violently at that, and the color rushed to her broad dusky face. She smiled self consciously, but was unable to say anything to that. "Can you sit here for two minutes with me, aunty..." I asked her in a low voice, patting the side of the sofa on which I was lying lengthwise. "Of course, beta..." she answered immediately, her tone embarrassed.
As she sat down on the edge of the sofa, I felt her huge buttocks press against my hips. Her heavy thighs under that old night gown were pressing against the side of my chest, and I automatically placed my free left hand left hand in her lap, on her thighs. She looked at me with what could only be described as longing, and her eyes were trying to convey how much she wished we were alone right now.
As I began to caress her heavy thighs through the thin material of her night gown and the petticoat underneath, she sighed, and her hands immediately clasped my fingers, pressing my hand on to her thighs. "Beta..." she whispered softly, as she felt me slide my hand up her thighs, over her fleshy belly, on to the huge mounds of her breasts that strained against her night gown. As my hand closed over the huge firm flesh of her mature 38-C breasts, she closed her eyes, and let out a little shudder of pleasure.
Her hands too automatically closed over mine, and pressed my palm to her heavy breasts, as if relishing the feel of them. "Aunty, I wish..." I whispered huskily, looking at her aroused face intently. "I know, beta ... I know ... I too wish..." she replied back in a thick whisper, letting her eyes convey the rest. "Kalpuu..." we suddenly heard Jatin bhai call out aloud from the bedroom suddenly, startling both of us.
My hands jerked away instantly from her big breasts, and she too almost jumped up in alarm, as a consequence of which I ended up spilling a bit of the milk from the glass which I was still holding in my right hand. "Aayee..." Kalpana aunty called back, her tone both frustrated at irritated. "I have to go, beta..." she whispered to me, her tone and expression both conveying the extreme regret she felt.
I just pursed my lips and nodded in understanding, as she stood up and walked quickly to their bedroom. With a sigh, I gulped down the warm milk quickly, and getting up from the sofa, went to switch off the lights in the living room. Just as I switched off the lights, I heard the sound of their bedroom door closing.
As I returned to the sofa to lie down again, I could see the light streaming out from the underside of their door. I was immediately reminded of the last time I'd spent a night here, and had watched Kalpana aunty satisfy her husband, my partner in crime being their own teenage daughter, the sexy Jigna.
I wondered if there would be a repeate performance today, but figured that it was unlikely since Jatin bhai had enough alcohol inside him today to put a horse to sleep. "What a pity..." I murmured to myself, as I settled down to watch the match which had begun by now. As I lay back against the comfortable pillows, I realized that my cock had lost its stiffness, and felt the insides of my underwear become sticky with my pre-cum that had oozed out.
As I began to watch the match, the only source of illumination in the room the flickering glow of the TV, I wondered whether Jigna had actually gone to sleep. The door of her bedroom was partly ajar, and I could see that the lights had been switched off. I was sorely tempted to sneak up into her room and get into bed with that hot teenager, but decided it was tempting fate, since it was taking too much of a risk.
But I desperately needed a shag, and thought about peeping through the cracks in their bedroom door anyways, just to check if there was any scene of my rocks off with some voyeuristic pleasure tonight. Just as I was contemplating on what to do, I felt, more than hear, the soft footfalls of someone tiptoeing towards where I lay on the sofa.
As I jerked my head sideways to see who it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see that little teenage sweetheart, Jigna, creeping up silently towards where I lay. Even as she approached me, she had a finger on her lips, signaling me to be silent. I couldn't help but marvel at how adventurous this teenager had become ever since I'd gotten close to her.
"Hii bhaiyaa..." she whispered will glee, as she quickly came to where I lay on the sofa and knelt down in front of me. "Hii, baby..." I whispered back, pleased that she'd come, but also a little apprehensive about the whole thing. There was a look of excitement on her face as she asked me "Why didn't you come inside, bhaiya... ?" her tone agitated.
"But, baby..." I began " ... what if your mummy or pappa come out of their room..." the concern evident in my voice. "Oh, bhaiya..." she shot back in a whisper " ... they won't be coming out tonight..." as if chiding a small child. "How do you know for sure, baby... ?" I asked, not willing to trust her clouded judgement on this one. Especially after the talk I'd had about Jigna with Kalpana aunty today, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin my relationship with this family by doing something stupid right in their house.
"Oh, bhaiya..." Jigna answered in a somewhat exasperated tone " ... don't you know why pappa asked mummy to have a bath before she went to sleep..." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to have knowny why. "Uh ... why..." I asked, unable to keep my rising excitement down. "That's because he wants to do it with mummy today, bhaiya..." her voice so faint that I had to strain to hear what she said.
"What... ?" I shot back, not sure of whether I'd heard her right. Gripping my hand hard as she knelt by my side, and leaning forward to bring her face close to mine, she said "He wants to do that with her, bhaiya ... don't you understand ... do it..." her tone both frustrated and embarrassed at the same time. "Ohh..." was all that I was able to muster, marveling at how much this young teenage college girl knew about her own parents' sexual behavior. In hindsight, it all made sense.
The pointed manner in which Jatin bhai had told Kalpana aunty to have a bath before she came to bed, and the somewhat irritated manner in which she had responded to that. My cock, which had lost its hardness, almost stiffened instantly, both at the thought of what would be going on in their bedroom right now, as well as at how I was having their own teenage daughter tell me about it.
"You don't believe me no, bhaiya..." Jigna hissed urgently, squeezing my fingers harder " ... come ... I'll show you..." tugging at my hands to make me get up. Dumbly, I got up, and followed her as she led me by my hand towards the door of her parents' bedroom. We silently crept towards their bedroom door and knelt in front of it. With my heart thudding, I peered through the tiny crack between the panels of the door.
Although I was mentally prepared on what I would see inside, the sight inside still made my cock twitch inside those baggy Berumuda shorts. Jatin bhai lay like a big slobbering king on the bed, with his head propped up on two pillows and his sleeveless white vest pulled up above his massive pot belly, even as Kalpana aunty sat by his side, her torso bent over him, and was sucking on his limp cock!
His fat flabby legs were parted and stretched out on the bed, as his wife, still fully clothed, bent over him and was trying to suck some life into his rather small, and not yet erect, cock. There was a battered old 14" TV in their room, perched on one of the wooden cabinets in their bedroom, and Jatin bhai was idly surfing through the channels of the TV, the remote in his left hand, even as he casually fondled Kalpana aunty's huge breasts through her thin old night gown with his right hand.
"See, bhaiyyaa ... I told you, na..." I heard Jigna whisper fiercely, even as she peered through one of the cracks in the door, as she squeezed my hand, which she was still clutching, hard. I was kneeling at the door just behind Jigna, and I felt my cock become rock hard upon seeing how excited this teenage girl had got spying on her own parents in their bedroom.
Through the faint noises from the TV in their bedroom, I heard Jatin bhai mutter something gruffly to Kalpana aunty without taking his eyes off the TV, even as he grabbed hold of the bun of her hair and pushed her head down further on this slowly rising cock, which seemed disproportionately small when compared to the girth of his massive flabby body.
I couldn't imagine how a man could be watching TV, when he was having his cock sucked off. My heart thudding in excitement at what we were seeing, and what we were doing, I watched on. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, at how as a wife, she was duty-bound to satisfy her husband's carnal desires, without a thought being spared for her own needs.
"See, bhaiyya ... pappa's thing is becoming bigger..." I heard the sexy Jigna whisper, her forehead pressed to the door as she peeped through the crack. My cock twitched yet again, and by now had formed a tent inside my Bernuda shorts, when I heard her say this. It turned me on in a perverse kind of way to hear this barely 17-year old teenage collegegirl talk about her father's cock in such a naïve manner.
Since she was kneeling right in front of me with her back to me, I just wrapped my left hand around her belly from behind, and pulled her towards me, feeling my rock hard cock press against the small of her back. As I watched in rapt attention, hearing Jigna's breathing become faster, I saw that Jatin bhai's pecker was indeed getting bigger. Kalpana aunty was dutifully sucking in his cock into her mouth, trying her best to get her husband's cock hard, pressing her lips to the shaft as she bobbed her head on it.
Her fingers were fondling his balls simultaneously, even as she slid his rather short and stubby penis out of her mouth, and ran her tongue along his hairy balls. Mercifully, Jatin bhai's cock had managed to attain some degree of stiffness by now, and he muttered something to her, which made her stop sucking on his cock, and straighten.
Getting up from the bed, she began to pull her old worn bottle green night gown over her head. That's when I realized that he'd probably instructed her to take off her clothes now. Jatin bhai was hardly even looking at her, his eyes on the TV, even as he idly stroked his small erect penis with his fore-finger and thumb. As Kalpana aunty pulled her gown over her head and dropped it on the floor, I was rewarded by the sight of her in the black petticoat and black bra underneath.
Yet again, I couldn't help but marvel at how massive her ass was under the petticoat, and the sheer girth and heaviness of her big 38-C breasts that covered all of her chest, and seemed to be straining to burst out of her old-fashioned black bra. So tight was her bra that the flesh bulged out from the sides of her breasts under the bra-cup, and the thick strap at the back was pulled up almost towards her shoulder blades. Kalpana aunty's hair had come undone, and as she reached up behind her head to retie her hair in a bun, her huge bra-clad breasts were displayed in all their glory for me.
Then reaching behind her back, Kalpana aunty quickly undid the hooks of her bra at the back, and slid the bra off her shoulders. As she dropped the bra on the floor and turned towards Jatin bhai, I was rewarded with the sight of her incredibly wide and heavy mature breasts. Despite having seen her bare breasts numerous times before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer heaviness of them.
They just sat on her broad chest, magnificent in all their glory. At her age, most womens' breasts sagged considerably. But owning to the sheer firmness of her her breasts, Kalpana aunty's mature breasts, despite their sheer size and heaviness, sat firmly on her chest, with just the right amount of sag. Instinctively, my hands, which were wrapped around Jigna's belly, slid up, and cupped her firm young breasts through her knit over-sized t-shirt.
As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her teenage breasts, I heard a sigh escape her lips, and she instinctively pressed her hands over mine, further pressing her young tits into my palm. Jatin bhai just threw a casual glance at his wife as she sat down once again by his side, now wearing nothing but her petticoat.
Once again, I heard him mutter something to her, before turning his gaze once again to the TV. I couldn't, for the world of it, understand how he could still be interested in watching TV, when he had a magnificent heavy bodied woman, almost naked, sitting next to him. Without turning his eyes away from the TV, Jatin bhai just reached out with one thick grubby paw, and began to roughly fondle Kalpana aunty's heavy mature breasts, carelessly pinching her thick dark nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
We watched with rapt attention, as Kalpana aunty reached out for him, and struggled to push up his vest, that was stretched taut across his huge flabby torso. Pushing his vest up to reveal his sagging wobbly chest, which looked more like tits than a man's chest, she quickly bent forward and began to kiss him on his chest.
Sliding her hand to his crotch again, she took hold of his turgid penis and began to stroke it with her fingers, even as she began to run her tongue along his nipples in an attempt to arouse him. My mouth had gone dry by watching this, and as I watched Kalpana aunty's heavy dangling breasts mash against her husband's flabby torso, I too quickly pulled my hands away from Jigna's breasts and slid in under her t-shirt from below.
Her smooth young skin was hot to touch, and as I felt my fingers close around the incredibly firm flesh of her young teenage 32-B breasts, I heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "Shhhhh..." I whispered to her, biding her to be quiet, even as I felt her tender tit-flesh almost burn into my palms, those tiny nipples of hers, fully erect.
My cock which was jutting out under the loose Bermuda shorts was pressing against the small of her back, and I noticed that she was biting her nails subconsciously, aroused both by the scene being played out inside her parents' bedroom, as well as what my hands were doing to her tender breasts. Jatin bhai's short stubby penis was hardly big enough for Kalpana aunt to hold it with her hands, and she was doing her best to pleasure him by stroking it by holding it just with her thumb and fore finger.
I was not sure of whether it was on account of the alcohol that he had inside him or his general lack of interest in his wife, but despite Kalpana aunty's best efforts, Jatin bhai was definitely having trouble in getting his cock fully erect. As we watched on, I heard Jigna say something in a barely audible whisper. Unable to hear what she said, I bent forward till my chin was resting on her shoulder from behind.
"I said ... pappa does not like mummy ... hai na, bhaiyya..." she repeated, her voice a faint whisper again. "Why do say that, baby... ?" I asked her, keeping my voice as low as possible. Mercifully, the TV was on in their bedoom too, and would hopefully cover our whispering right outside their door. "Umm ... because..." began Jigna hesitantly " ... because ... his thing is not becoming big..." she said, her face flushed and her tone embarrassed.
"Hmm..." I muttered, unable to think of what to say to this sexy teenage girl, who was my partner in crime in spying on her parents' bedroom activities. "Every time, bhaiyya..." Jigna continued " ... it is poor mummy only who does everything for him..." her voice gaining confidence " ... I have never seen pappa do anything for her..." she finished, twisting her neck sideways to look up at my face.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and I could see that there was genuine sympathy in her eyes for her mother. Each time, this sexy little teenager gave me nuggets of information like this, I couldn't help but be amazed at how many little things she noticed. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, momentarily forgetting what we were doing, she continued "What I mean is, bhaiyya ... he never does things for her ... like ... like how you do to me, bhaiyya..." her whispering voice faltering as she uttered the last few words.
I felt my cock lurch yet again at the conversation this teenage collegegirl Jigna was having with me, and swallowing to find my voice, I replied "Umm ... do you mean to say that your pappa never ... never enters your mummy... ?" curious to know more. She was silent for a few seconds as if trying to understand my question, before she shook her head and asked "You mean ... does he put his thing inside her, bhaiyya... ?" the innocent tone in which she asked me this question turning me on so much that I was tempted to grab her and take her right there outside her parents' bedroom.
Reigning in my arousal, I just nodded my assent. "Oh, that ... yes he does it sometimes, bhaiyya..." Jigna began, her cute face turning red with embarrassment " ... sometimes ... after she finishes doing what she is doing now ... he climbs on her ... and..." faltering and unable to complete, as she looked at me wide eyed, as if debating whether it was alright to share all this with me. "And what, baby..." I urged her in a gentle whisper, giving her shoulder a re-assuring squeeze. Pulling her eyes away from me, she once again pressed her forehead to the door, peering through the crack to resume looking at what was going on inside.
"Then he does it to her, bhaiyya..." she whispered in a barely audible whisper, not looking at me since she was probably too embarrassed to be discussing these things with me. "Oh, ok..." was all I said in response. "But, bhaiyya..." she began again " ... I don't think mummy feels nice..." she continued. Deciding that it was better to let her speak at her own comfort, I remained silent.
As is searching for words, she continued "I mean ... he is so ... so fat no ... and ... and ... his thing ... it is small, no ... so..." her words coming in short unsure bursts " ... and he will just ... move on top of her, bhaiyya ... see, bhaiyya ... see ... like this..." she breathed suddenly with urgency, tugging at my hands, even as her eyes were glued to the crack between the door panels.
Moving quickly, I also pressed my eyes to the crack above her, and what I saw inside made it amply clear that what Jigna was trying so hard to describe, was actually being played out now. Kalpana aunty was lying on her back now, her huge heavy breasts spread out on her chest, and her petticoat pulled up to bare her mature hairy cunt. Her legs were bent at the knees, and her thighs were parted, as Jatin bhai, on his knees, struggled to position his massive girth between her spread thighs.
Ever the dutiful wife, Kalpana aunty was holdig her knees to keep her thighs parted for him, even as Jatin bhai positioned himself at her vagina, holding his somewhat erect short stubby 6" cock. Such was the size of his massive pot belly that it hung like a sac of flour from his tummy, and I realized that it would have been impossible for him to enter her by lying on top of her.
With a grunt, Jatin bhai jerked his hips forward, causing his massive fat ass to wobble, as he tried to enter her. He was shifting about uncomfortably on his knees, and I could see that he was having trouble entering her, even as Kalpana aunty watched him with something like a patiently resigned expression on her face.
I heard Jatin bhai mutter something in irritation, and saw Kalpana aunty pull a pillow towards her, and slide it under her massive butt, elevating her vagina towards him by a few inches. Once again, he tried to enter her, and this time, by the sound of his grunt, I presumed that he had finally managed to. Muttering something in a guttural voice, he roughly pushed up her legs, so that her legs, bent at the knees, were raised in the air.
From the position where we were spying on them, I could not see whether he had actually entered her or not, as his body prevented us from viewing that. However, from the way, he started jerking his hips forward, holding on to her upraised thighs for support, I presumed that he had, and was not beginning to fuck her with those short staccato bursts.
His whole body wobbled and shook, as he tried to fuck Kalpana aunty in that position, and we could clearly hear his grunts now, even through the sounds of the TV, which was still playin on in their room. Kalpana aunty's huge mature breasts shook, as he tried his best to fuck her, but he hardly paid any attention to the rest of her body.
My heart went out for the loving Kalpana aunty, who just lay there passively, cooperating fully with him, but hardly feeling any pleasure herself. Jatin bhai shifted uncomfortably on his knees many times, trying to re-position himself to enter her better, but owing to his impossibly fat body and rather small cock, it was evident that he was fighting a losing battle. I wondered how much of his cock was he actually able to put inside her, and realized that this couldn't be a very satisfying experience for either one of them.
After trying in vain to fuck her properly, Jatin bhai finally gave a disgruntled grunt, and pulled away from her. Despite trying to lean on top of her body, I realized that it would have been near impossible for him to attain full penetration, since his huge flabby belly came in the way. We heard Kalpana aunty ask him something in a calm voice, even as Jatin bhai shook his head angrily, and crawled forward on his knees towards where he'd originally lain.
His pale skinned relatively small cock, though erect, was not hard, and dangled weekly at his crotch. As he lay back with his back resting against the headrest, Kalpana aunty sat up and turned to look at him. "See what I mean, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna whisper suddenly " ... poor mummy..." her voice soft, as she glanced at me.
Nodding my head, I turned my gaze back to the crack at the door. I could see an expression of frustration and irritation on Jatin bhai's face, at his inability to even enjoy a good fuck. At that moment, I was sure he was cursing his fate, at being so impossibly fat that he could not even perform well in bed.
We saw Kalpana aunty slide closer to him on the bed, till she too was sitting with her back to the head rest of the bed. Placing her hand on his huge belly, she caressed it gently, and asked him something. We heard him snap at her in response, though we couldn't hear what was being said. There was a hurt expression in Kalpana aunty's eyes for a second, which was quickly replaced by one of resignation to this.
I was sure this was something that had happened many times before, and she was quite used to this. Scowling, Jatin bhai muttered something to her, in response to which she just nodded silently. She slid down towards his thighs and once again took his now deflated penis between her fingers. Lowering her heard towards his crotch, she began to run her tongue along the slimy length of his short stubby cock, while caressing the insides of her massive flabby thighs with her hands.
This time, for a change, Jatin bhai was watching her, and his hands were subconsciously fondling her heavy mature 38-C breasts which were dangling forward and rubbing against his thighs. The dutiful wife that Kalpana aunty was, she was doing her best to revive him again, as she ran his tongue all along his slimy pale skinned cock, and even his hairy balls below.
As his penis began to come to life again, Kalpana aunty quickly slid it into her mouth, and began to manipulate it inside her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, and sucking on it at the same time. As Jatin bhai watched on impassively, Kalpana aunty went about her job of sucking his cock to erection. After some time, I could see that Jatin bhai's cock had almost regained its full erection, even though it was still far from being hard enough.
Grabbing Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, Jatin bhai roughly pushed her mouth on to his cock, urging her to suck on him harder. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, as the poor loving woman began to bob her head up and down, doing her best to suck on him harder. Owing to the short length of Jatin bhai's cock, it was not very difficult for Kalpana aunty to take it fully into her mouth. She did that repeatedly, till she heard Jatin bhai give another throaty grunt, and grab hold of the bun of her hair again.
Pulling his rather small cock out of her mouth, she held it in her mouth such that only the swollen tip of his cock was in her mouth, as she began to expertly stroke his cock simultaneously with her thumb and two fingers. I could see that she was swirling her tongue around his cock head, which now had mercifully come out of it's foreskin, even as she began to rapidly stroke his cock with her fingers.
Jatin bhai leaned back against the pillows resting against the head rest of the bed, as his thighs began to quiver. He was trying to lift his hips off the bed, as his cock finally got ready to spew forth its load. Suddenly, he gave a rather loud grunt, and his entire fat flabby body quivered and jerked. He threw his head back and grabbed hold of Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, and thrust her mouth down on his cock roughly.
By his convulsions, I could make out that he was coming, and what drove me mad was that he had made no attempt to pull his cock out of his wife's mouth before he came. To my utter amazement, the loving Kalpana aunty continued to suck and stroke his cock, even as he came, unable to pull her mouth away since her husband was roughly holding her face in place. After giving a few more convulsive jerks, Jatin bhai let go off Kalpana aunty's hair and fell back against the pillows.
At the same time, I saw Kalpana aunty also straighten, her hand clamped across her mouth, to prevent the semen which her husband and ejaculated into her mouth, from dribbling out. Holding her mouth, she clambered off the bed and quickly moved to the attached bathroom in their bedroom. As we heard her turn on the tap in the wash basin and spit his semen out of her mouth, I whispered to Jigna "Baby, let's go..." starting to pull her by her arm.
"No wait, bhaiya..." she replied, shaking her head urgently at me, and pulling me back by my hand. "Wait and see, bhaiyya..." she urged, once again pressing her face to the crack. I was scared that either Jatin bhai or Kalpana aunty may decide to come out of their bedroom, and we would be caught. But the assurance with which Jigna asked me to stay on, gave me some courage, and I too resumed my spot at the other crack in the door.
Jatin bhai had not even bothered to cover himself up, and had simply rolled over to one side, and seemed to have gone off to sleep. Soon we saw Kalpana aunty re-enter the bedroom, wiping her face with a towel. Seeing Jatin bhai already snoring, his mammoth flabby body rising and falling, she gave another resigned shake of her head.
As she dropped the towel on a chair, and walked towards the bed, I couldn't help but admire yet again, how firm her mature heavy body was, and how her big 38-C breasts sat on her chest with barely a hint of sag, and shook delectably as she walked. With a deep sigh, she sat down heavily on the bed, resting her back against a pillow that she propped up against the headrest of the bed, and idly picked up the remote of the TV.
Dropping the remote on the bed, Kalpana aunty pulled up her knees towards her bosom, and buried her face on her knees. "Poor mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper, the sadness in her voice clearly evident. My thoughts echoed hers, and I just pursed my lips. She sat there in that position with her head buried in her knees for a long time, and my heart went out to this loving woman, who did everything that was expected of a good traditional wife.
Finally, she raised her head, and we could see that her eyes were red. Blowing her nose into the towel which lay nearby, she reached out for a sheet and covered her slob of a husband's sleeping body with the sheet. Picking up the remote of the TV, threw one last glance at her snoring husband, before beginning to idly surf through the channels on the TV. Just watching her sitting like that on the bed, clad only in her black petticoat, her large mature and heavy breasts bared, was enough to make my cock twitch.
As she watched TV, the remote in her right hand, her left hand idly moved along her belly and began to caress her own heavy breasts. As I watched Kalpana aunty deep in some thought, subconsciously caressing her own breasts as she watched TV, I heard Jigna say in a small whisper "Mummy takes care of every one in the house ... but there is no one to take care of her, bhaiyya..." her eyes still on the crack at the door.
My attention was drawn to what Jigna has just said, and I wondered if she meant what I was thinking. "Will my husband be also like this with me, bhaiyya... ?" she asked in a small voice, turning to look up at me. "Of course not, baby..." I said to her in a reassuring whisper, squeezing her shoulder as I said that " ... you'll find someone who'll take care of all your needs..." giving her my best smile.
"Like you, bhaiyya... ?" she asked me in a small voice, those large black eyes of hers gazing intently into mine. "Yes, baby ... like me..." I replied in a whisper, reaching down to caress her pretty dark face. She kept looking into my eyes, as if in deep thought, before saying "Bhaiyya ... you're taking care of me and pappa..." biting her lips as she said that " ... and mummy loves you so much ... then..." her voice faltering.
I waited with baited breath at where she was heading, and my breath caught in my throat as she finally continued " ... then ... why don't you ... why don't you help mummy also, bhaiyya ... why don't you take care of mummy also..." the last few words coming out in a flurry. I felt a hot surge of current course through my veins as I heard this sexy 16-year old teenage college girl say this.
Seeing the look on my face, a nervous expression came to her face too. My mind was in a tizzy, unable to figure out how to respond to her, even as she bit her lips and looked at me apprehensively, realizing she had probably said something she should not have. But the lovely, innocent girl that she was, I knew that she only meant it out of love for her mother, and her unwavering faith in me.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she mumbled, as she saw my face cloud over. Little did she realize that what she was wishing for, was already something I was fulfilling behind her back. I was consumed with a strange feeling of guilt and lust, unable to figure out whether this was good or bad.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she repeated, jolting me out of my reverie " ... I shouldn't have said that..." her tone apologetic suddenly. "I know it is not possible for you to feel that way about mummy..." she said in a mumbling whisper, further aggravating my agony. "Oh Jignesh, you bastard..." I thought to myself, wishing this wonderful sexy teenager would stop tormenting me.
Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on her shoulder, and whispered "It's not that, baby ... you know I love your mummy ... she's the most wonderful human being I've come across so far in my life..." relieved that at least this part of what I was saying was the truth. "It's just that ... umm..." I continued, faltering " ... umm ... you ... we ... don't know how your mummy feels about these things..." finally finding my voice.
"So ... maybe ... it's not right for us ... you and me ... to think about these things ... let alone decide what she wants..." I said in a controlled calm voice, trying my best to keep the tremor out of my voice. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that here was a barely legal teenager, suggesting to me that I should look at satisfying her mother's sexual needs. "Don't you think so, baby... ?" I asked her in a low whisper, forcing a benign smile on my face.
She appeared to be thoughtful for a moment, before her expression relaxed. Letting out a little sigh, she said "Yes ... maybe you are right, bhaiyya..." though her tone did not seem very convincing. After a pause, she added "But, bhaiyya ... if mummy ever approaches you ... umm ... for taking care of her ... umm ... you'll not refuse her na, bhaiyya... ?" as she clutched my hands and looked into my eyes with those big dark eyes of hers.
"You'll not say no to her na, bhaiyya ... because she's ... umm ... old ... and ... fat... ?" the sexy teenage girl asked me again, making my mouth go dry. Clearing my throat, I swallowed, before saying "No, baby ... I won't ... I promise you, I won't say no to her..." my voice a barely audible whisper. Her face brightened up at that, and I felt yet another surge of guilt course through me, as I thought of what she'd think of me if she knew how much I lusted for her mother.
"I knew you wouldn't, bhaiyya ... I knew..." she replied in a fierce whisper, clutching my hand hard, an excited and pleased smile on her face. On an instinct, she pulled me towards her, and kissed me full on the lips, pressing her hot young body to mine. "I love you, bhaiyya..." she whispered fiercely, clinging on to me. "I love you too, baby..." I said to her with deep regret, feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself.
Suddenly we heard the scbanging sound of a chair being pushed from inside the bedroom, and both of us darted to peep through the crack again. I saw that Kalpana aunty had gotten up from the bed, and was putting on her gown. "Go, baby ... go..." I hissed at Jigna urgently, pulling her away from the door. In a flash, Jigna had raced away into her room, and I ran back to the living room and jumped into the sofa, grabbing hold of the TV remote.
My heart thudding, I lay down on the couch, thrusting the pillows under my head, and began to pretend to be watching the football match on TV, even as I heard the sound of Kalpana aunty's bedroom door opening. I waited with bated breath, wondering what had made Kalpana aunty come out of her room. I kept my eyes glued on the TV, the living room dark except for the flickering light from the screen of the TV.
I heard the soft, guarded footfalls of Kalpana aunty coming out of the bedroom, and walking into the living room. Since the passageway to the living room was behind my head, I could not see her, but I could clearly feel her presence at the doorway. She seemed to have paused at the doorway, as if checking up on me. Then I felt her silently come up towards me on the couch, and just as she reached the armrest of the sofa, against which I was resting my head, I heard her whisper "Beta..."
Pretending to be startled, I jerked my head up, with an exclamation of "Ohh..." even as I began to sit up. "Oh sorry, beta..." she whispered " ... don't get up ... I just came to ... uhh ... see if you were asleep ... and I heard the TV ... so I thought I'd come and switch it off ... if you were asleep, that is..." she mumbled hastily, as if trying to explain to me why she had come here.
She was standing there in front of me, even as I lay on the sofa, and I could clearly see the outline of her upper body through her thin worn night gown, as the flickering light from the TV screen faintly illuminated her body from behind. "Uh ... sorry if the TV disturbed you, aunty..." I mumbled, dry mouthed, my heart beating faster, since I had been up to something behind her back only a few moments ago. "I'll switch off the TV, aunty..." I continued, reaching for the remote.
"No, no, beta..." she said immediately, leaning forward to quickly touch my arm " ... don't worry, beta ... the TV is not disturbing me in any way..." her voice soft, as she smiled at me warmly. "Are you sure, aunty... ?" I persisted, desperately trying to think of something to talk to her. I had not expected her to come out of her bedroom tonight, and was just not prepared for her.

To Be Continued...

[Heisenberg]

Part - 38

As she stood there, leaning forward, her left hand resting on her knee, and her right hand touching my arm, I could see how her heavy magnificent breasts dangled forward enticingly under her thin night gown, free of the confines of a bra. There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, before she glanced at the TV and asked "So you also like football, is it, beta... ?" smiling as she attempted to strike up a conversation.

"Umm ... yes, aunty..." relieved to have found something to talk about. "Dharmesh is also crazy about football..." she said fondly, albeit in a low voice, referring to her son, who was living in a hostel in a city a few hours from outs, and studying in college there. It was quite awkward for me to be lying there, while she stood there, leaning forward.
Since she did not seem to be giving any indication of leaving, I said to her "Why don't you sit here for a while, aunty..." pushing myself towards the back rest of the sofa, and patting the edge of the sofa where I'd created some space. "Oh no, it's ok, beta..." she replied quickly in a soft voice " ... I don't want to disturb you ... I know how much you are into football..." giving me a smile, as she began to straighten up.
Even as she straightened, she just stood there awkwardly, her eyes alternating between me and the TV, as if torn between two opposing ideas. Deciding that she couldn't have come to me just to check up on me, and recollecting what had transpired in their bedroom only a few moments back, I reached out and took her hand in mine. Squeezing her hand gently, I said to her in a soft whisper "Aunty ... the match I can watch some other time also ... why don't you sit here with me for a while..." looking into her face, before finishing " ... unless, of course, you want to go to sleep now..."
The bout of fear which had seized me, when she had unexpectedly come out of her room, had passed, and now I was sure that she'd come out because she wanted to be with me. "Actually, beta ... I was not getting sleep ... that's why I came..." she said with an emabarrassed smile, even as she took a step forward, and sat down next to my hips, on the side of the sofa where I had created room for her.
My cock, which had been sporting a hard-on for last hour or so now, gave an encouraging jerk, as I felt her massive hips and buttocks press against my thighs. As I watched silently, she rested her left arm on my abdomen, causing her elbow to brush against the bulging rigidity of my cock under the Berumda shorts. I was sure she noticed the feel of my hardness against her elbow, for she looked into my eyes with a strange kind of look.
"Beta..." she began uncertainly, her voice barely audible, before shaking her head, unable to continue. "Yes, aunty..." I urged her in a low voice, placing my palm on hers, which was resting on my abdomen. "Umm, nothing..." she said in a low voice, dropping her gaze, and shaking her head, as if unsure of what she wanted, and what she was doing. While I was tempted to pull her towards me, and take her, I was aware of the fact that her own daughter, the sexy Jigna, was probably very much awake.
Despite how badly I wanted to take her now, partly to satisfy my raging lust, and partly to give some satisfaction to this loving dutiful housewife and mother, I just could not afford to take the risk of being caught doing something like this with her mother. Despite all that Jigna had said naively about me taking care of her mother's needs, I didn't think she'd ever be able to digest seeing me fucking her own mother.
Not only would it disgust her, but considering how much she seemed to be besotted with me now, it would probably break her heart too. And no matter how heartless and horny a bastard I was, I just couldn't do that to that sweet sexy teenage girl. Just as my mind was grappling with these thoughts, without warning, Kalpana aunty gave a little sigh and bending forward suddenly cupped my face in her hands and kissed me fiercely on the lips.
Caught unawares by her sudden display of pent up passion, it took me a moment to react. As the alarm bells began to ring in my head, I still found myself wrapping my arms around her broad back, and pulling her to me, kissing her back passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, even as my cock stiffened considerably at the feel of those magnificent heavy mature breasts of hers pressing against my muscular torso.
"Ohh, beta..." I heard her moan in a fierce whisper, even as she kissed me passionately, her hands tugging at my hair. She pulled herself away suddenly, a strange expression on her face, battling with her own arousal, as well as the feelings of guilt too which was consuming her. I watched her massive bosom heave under the thin night gown, as she was breathing heavily. Instinctively, my hand reached out and cupped her magnificent heavy womanly breasts through the thin gown, once again marveling at the sheer heaviness and firmness of those mature 38-C breasts.
It never ceased to amaze me how firm her breasts were, even at her age. "Ohh, my dear beta..." she sighed helplessly, placing her own hand over my palm, and pressing my hand to her breasts, even as she bit her lips, and looked at me with an expression of unadulterated love, arousal, and regret. I was beside myself with lust now, and my hand automatically went towards my cock which was raging hard inside the loose Bermuda shorts she'd lent me to wear for the night.
As I squeezed my cock through the shorts, she noticed it. "I know, beta ... I know..." she whispered, nodding her head in understanding, as if trying to convey to me that she could understand how I felt, even as she reached out with her left hand and placed it over the bulge inside my shorts, squeezing it gently.
We sat there in that position for a few moments, with her holding my left hand pressed to her massive breasts through the gown, and with her left hand pressing the rigid shaft of my cock through my shorts, looking at each others face with an expression of helpless desire, our hearts racing. Shaking her head suddenly, as if coming out of her own reveries, she let go off my hand which she was holding pressed to her breasts, and began to hastily fumble with the button of my Bermuda shorts, trying to open it.
"Auntiee..." I whispered urgently, grabbing hold of her fumbling hands, and as she glanced at me, I continued " ... what if Uncle wakes up..." my voice barely a whisper. She shook her head firmly, and with an expression of ill concealed contempt, said "I'll be surprised if he even wakes up if there's an earthquake..." before turning to look into my eyes again.
Seeing the concerned expression on my face, she reached out to caress my cheeks gently, and with a smile said "Don't worry, beta ... he will not get up ... more so after drinking tonight..." her voice tender. "But what about Jigna, aunty..." I continued, still mortified at the thought of me being caught in a compromising position with her. After all, Jigna was the one who had a habit of peeping into her parents' bedroom. And knowing her, I was sure that she would make an attempt to come to me, if I didn't go to her room soon.
At the mention of her daughter's name, Kalpana aunty paused for a moment, and seemed to be thinking. I saw her glance at the passageway that led to their bedrooms, as if trying to arrive at some conclusion. "Uh..." she began her voice unsure " ... I think she will be fast asleep too, beta..." not sounding convincing at all. I wish I was not faced with this kind of a predicament.
On the one hand, I desperately wanted to take the loving buxom Kalpana aunty; while on the other hand, I was dying to creep up to her teenage daughter Jigna's room, and get under the sheets with her, to enjoy her ripe young tender body, for which I'd been craving since morning today. "That's the price you pay for fooling around with everyone, you bastard..." I heard my inner voice say to me.
My mental turmoil was interrupted suddenly by the feel of her hand on my throbbing cock once again, through the thick fabric of the borrowed Bermuda shorts. "Ohh, beta ... you're ... you're so hard..." she said with such fondness and arousal, that my cock gave one more appreciative jerk. Genty caressing my throbbing cock through the shorts, she looked into my eyes tenderly and asked "Were you missing me, beta ... were you missing your Kalpu aunty... ?" her thick lips quivering. "Yes, aunty ... yess..." I found myself answering in a hoarse whisper, placing my hand over hers and pressing them further to my tortured cock.
"Then let me just take care of him, beta..." she whispered in a low voice " ... after that ... after that ... I'll leave..." her eyes gazing fondly at mine, even as she squeezed my cock through the shorts again. My throat was dry, and I could only gaze at her dumby. "Ok, beta... ?" she asked me again tenderly, giving me an understanding smile. This is what I loved this wonderful woman for.
Despite her own desires not being fulfilled, here she was, feeling almost dutibound to take care of me. My breath had caught in my throat, and I was only able to nod dumbly. With a tender smile, she began to slowly open the single button at the waist of my Bermuda shorts, and gently slid down the zip of the fly. As the fly came undone, my hard cock sprang out like an angry snake, slapping against my belly, the tip swollen like a mushroom. "Ohh, beta ... you're so big..." I heard her whisper almost to herself, as her eyes were drawn to my hard cock.
Due to my sustained erection, liberal amounts of pre-cum had oozed out of the slit of my cock, and as a consequence, the tip of my cock was wet and sticky. As she gingerly took hold of my hard throbbing cock in her thick pudgy hands, I heard her repeat to herself again "You're so big..." I realized how appealing she would be finding a cock like mine, which even though was average sized, was quite thick, and far bigger than the puny cock of her fat slob of a husband.
Gazing at my cock lovingly, which shimmered in the flickering lights from the TV, she began to bend forward to take my cock into her mouth, when I caught her arm and tugged at it. As she paused midway and looked at me, I said "Aunty ... I want to ... umm ... your ... your breasts first..." my voice a croaking whisper. At this, a kind smile lit up her face, as she nodded and sat up again. In the faint light which came from the TV, I could see that her gown was not the type which had any buttons at the neck.
As a consequence, there was no way I could have access to her breasts through the neck of her gown. Even as I watched, she stood up quickly, and began to pull up her gown over her neck. I watched, mesmerized, as the loving Kalpana aunty took off her gown for me, just as she had done for her husband a while back in their bedroom. In the flickering light from the TV in the otherwise dark room, her mature heavy yet firm 38-C breasts looked even more mouth watering to me.
Dropping the gown on the floor, she sat down by my side once again, those heavy breasts swaying erotically in front of me. Even as I licked my lips inadvertently, and gazed at her marvelous breasts, capped by those thick dark brown nipples, and those reasonably large brown areolas capping them, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if Jigna were to spot us in this compromising position.
Even before I could dispel those worrying thoughts from my head, Kalpana aunty slid closer to me, and resting her hand on my muscular chest, dangled her magnificent heavy breasts in front of my face. "Here, beta..." she murmured in a soft whisper, looking into my eyes with a loving expression on her face. With a soft groan, I reached out to cup one of her heavy dangling breasts in my hand, even as I raised my head and clamped my mouth on the other one.
A soft cry of pleasure escaped her lips, as she felt both my hands on mouth on her breasts, and her hand instinctively wrapped around my heard, cradling my face to her breasts. "Ohhh, betaaaa..." I heard her hiss in a thick voice, as her hands slid down to my pelvis, and once again took hold of my rigid shaft. As I began to squeeze her left breast, even as I began to lick the erect nipple of the other one, her hand began to stroke my hard throbbing wet-tipped cock gently.
With so much pent up arousal inside me, I went berserk on her breasts, mauling on them, and sucking on them like a maniac, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. With any other woman, I'd have suspected them of faking such arousal, but with Kalpana aunty, I knew that she was genuinely loving it, for her husband never paid so much attention to her breasts.
Her hands were continuously stroking my hard throbbing cock now, pulling down my foreskin completely, to bare the blood-gorged swollen helmet-shaped tip of my cock. After having my fill of her breasts for the moment, I let my head drop back on the pillow, as both of us just gazed into each other's eyes, as she just continued to stroke my cock gently, her magnificent bosom shaking as her hands moved on my cock.
As I watched her sitting there bare-breasted by my side, clad only in her black petticoat, her hair tied in a bun behind her head, she reached out and placed her free left hand on the other side of my hip. Leaning sideways, as she continued to look at me, she brought her face close to my rock hard slimy cock, even as she continued to stroke it gently.
Closing her eyes, she allowed my cock to rub against her face, as if relishing the feel of my hard cock on her cheeks. My hips jerked upwards in a spontaneous gesture, wanting her to take my cock into her mouth now. Understanding my urgency, she turned her mouth towards my cock, and quite simply, took it into her mouth.
Crazed by the sudden manner in which she'd taken my cock into her mouth, I let out a tiny guttural cry of "Auntieee..." as I arched my back, lifting my hips off the bed, and threw my head back on the pillow. Engulfed by the immensely arousing sensation of her wet warm mouth on my cock, her tongue lovingly licking the swollen tip of my cock inside her mouth, I found myself arching my neck backwards, pushing the back of my head beyond the edge of the armrest of the sofa.
In that position, when I had thrown my head back and arched my neck backwards, I saw something in my upturned field of vision that nearly caused my heart to stop beating. Framed in the doorway, in the faint blue & red flickering lights of the TV, was the unmistakable form of Jigna!
My entire body went rigid, and my heart literally leapt into my mouth, as I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure if it was not just a work of my imagination. There was no mistaking it. It was Jigna who stood there watching us, at the frame of the doorway, one hand clutching the frame, while the other hand was in her mouth, ostensibly biting her nails. Kalpana aunty might have sensed something amiss, for she too paused sucking on my cock, and looked up at me.
Seeing where I was looking, she too turned her gaze to the doorway, and when she saw what I had seen, a little cry of fear and alarm, escaped her lips, as her hands too flew to her mouth. I was stunned numb for a moment, and found myself saying in a hoarse croak "Jigna..." to myself, Kalpana aunty, and perhaps her too.
"Oh my God ... oh my God..." I heard Kalpana aunty cry to herself in alarm, sliding down the sofa and slumping down on the floor besides the sofa, fumbling for her gown which she had dropped on the floor. Grabbing hold of the discarded gown, she pulled it towards her chest, in an attempt to cover her nudity, and more so, her utter shame and mortification at being caught by her own daughter, sucking off her neighbor's young son. I heard a little sob escape her lips, as she buried her face in the gown, which she was clutching in her hands.
At that moment, I so desperately wished that the ground would open up and swallow me, sparing me the ignominy of this sexy lovely teenage girl finding me indulging in sexual acts with her own mother. I sat up slowly on the couch, and turned to look at her again, my movements in slow motion. For some strange inexplicable reason, my cock still remained rock hard, quivering like some angry snake, from which a bowl of milk had just been snatched away.
Pulling my t-shirt down in a vain attempt to cover my erection, I looked at Jigna. She seemed to be frozen to her spot, and finally when Kalpana aunty raised her head from her gown, I saw her move. Slowly, her form, still clad in that oversized t-shirt and the pajama, separated from the frame of the doorway, and to my utter shock, began to walk towards us. Both I and Kalpana aunty just gazed at her, our voices and breath frozen in our throats, as Jigna slowly walked towards her.
As she came closer, in the flickering light of the TV, I saw that there was a curious, almost unreadable, expression on her face. I was expecting shock, anger, disgust, hatred, betrayal and what not to be clouding her face, but she had an almost calm, understanding, though somewhat confused look in her eyes. She came forward silently and just knelt down on the floor besides her mother. With a little sob, Kalpana aunty once again buried her face in the gown that she was still clutching to her chest.
Worldlessly, Jigna reached out to place her hand gently on her mother's bare shoulder, even as she turned to look at me, her expression still unreadable, and placed her other hand on my bare knee. "Jigna ... I'm..." I found myself beginning to mumble, her voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. Kalpana aunty was still unable to get herself to look at her daughter, and throwing a glace at her mother, Jigna turned to me again.
Then to my stunned disbelief, she squeezed my knee, and said softly "Bhaiyya ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I was spying on you like this..." her voice barely audible. I was not sure whether I'd heard her right, but before I could ask, she turned to her mother, and repeated the same thing "Mummy ... I'm ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I should not have..." letting her sentence unfinished. Kalpana aunty's face jerked up from her hands, and as she looked in wide eyed disbelief at her daughter, I saw that her eyes were red from tears.
Through quivering lips, Kalpana aunty said "Oh, beti ... oh, beti ... I'm ... I'm so ... so sorry ... so sorry..." repeating herself over and over again, even as the tears began to flow down her cheeks, as her lips quivered and she shook her head from side to side. I was going out of my mind now at what was going on. Far from screaming at each other, and throwing tantrums, here was every one apologizing to each other.
With a groan, I clutched my head, and buried my face in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. If there ever was a royal screw-up by me, this one took the cake. "Mummy ... it's ok ... it's ok..." I heard Jigna say in a soft whisper to her mother, reaching out to wrap her left arm around her mother's bare shouder in an almost motherly way. It was strange to see a teenage girl, comforting her own mother in this way.
Seeing me sitting there, with my head buried in my palms, feeling like a total jerk, Jigna reached out for me with her other hand, and placed it on my knee. Despite this absolutely sickening situation that I found myself in, I found my cock respond to Jigna's touch, still unexplicably hard, and giving a little lurch. "Bhaiyyya ... look at me, please..." I heard her whisper, squeezing my knee.
Kalpana aunty had managed to get some semblance of control over herself, and was now wiping her tear-streaked face with her gown, still trying her best to cover her breasts with the gown. Still keeping her left arm across her mother's shoulder, Jigna said to me "Bhaiyya ... I know that mummy loves you..." her voice an urgent whisper. Seeing that dumbfounded expression on my face, she turned to her mother, and said "Mummy ... mummy ... look at me please..."
When Kalpana aunty raised her head, her face flushed, and her lips quivering, Jigna repeated "Mummy ... I know that you love Jignesh bhaiyya ... and I know that he loves you too ... so it's ok ... it's ok..." trying to reassure her mother, to my completely stunned disbelief. I couldn't even begin to imagine, how this teenage girl could be so magnanimous, and how she could look at things with such maturity beyond her age. Forcing a smile on her lips, Jigna said to her mother "Mummy ... first I didn't know what I was feeling ... but now I know..." pausing for a moment. Turning to look at my face, an almost wise and benign look on her face, Jigna continued "After seeing you with Jignesh bhaiyya, mummy ... now I know that ... that what I also feel for him ... is love..." gazing at me even though the words were addressed to her mother.
Pulling her gaze away from my dazed face, she turned to her mother and repeated "Just like you ... I also love Jignesh bhaiiya, mummy ... I also love him..." the last four words spoken with a certain degree of finality to it. "I know, beti ... I know..." I heard Kalpana aunty, her voice broken, as she struggled to regain her composure. I sat there, like a fish out of water, desperately trying to figure out how a woman's brains functioned, even as both mother and daughter, knelt there on the floor, looking at me, as if seeking some direction from me.
"Mummy..." Jigna began again, her gaze alternating between me and her mother " ... I know that Jignesh bhaiyya is like my brother ... just like for you he is like your son..." speaking slowly as if choosing her words carefully. "But still ... you only said no mummy ... that it is possible to love a person in more than one way..." turning to look at her mother.
As Kalpana aunty gazed at her own daughter, as surprised as I was at the surprising maturity she was displaying, Jigna continued "So, mummy ... why can't it be the same with me ... isn't it possible for me also to love Jignesh bhaiyya in a different way ... just like you do..." her expression a plaintive plea, her beautiful wide eyes looking into her mother's eyes.
Kalpana aunty just looked at her daughter silently for a while, before blinking, and swallowing. "Yes, beti ... you're right..." she finally said, her voice still husky from crying. "You're right..." she repeated, turning her gaze to me, a helpless yet understanding expression on her face.
Strangely enough, Kalpana aunty was looking at me, as if waiting for me say something. When she saw the confused look on my face, she managed a weak smile, and said "But, it's also important to know if Jignesh loves you, isn't it, beti... ?" the statement directed to her daughter but her gaze on me.
My mind was racing trying to comprehend, what these two women were trying to say. On the one hand, I was beginning to see the outlines of a pattern in what Jigna was trying to achieve. She was trying to use this situation to officially get her mother's concurrence on having a 'different' kind of relationship with me, apart from the society-enforced 'brother-sister' relation we were supposed to have. That much made sense.
But on the other hand, I was not able to figure out what Kalpana aunty was trying to achieve by asking me in front of her daughter, what I thought about her her daughter. Didn't she already know that I was fond of her? I wondered if she was just trying to test me. Or perhaps she just wanted me to give her daughter the reassurance that her affections and feelings were not misplaced on me; especially in light of the fact that I and Kalpana aunty had been caught in a position, where the kind of relationship we shared was now plainly visible to her daughter.
That's when I realized what she was thinking. Jigna now knew what was the kind of relationship that I had with her mother; but Kalpana aunty had no idea about the real nature of my relationship with Jigna! She had no idea that I was already so deeply involved physically with her daughter; and therefore, she was just trying to get me to reassure her daughter; by getting me to acknowledge that I shared the same kind of liking for Jigna too. That way, Kalpana aunty could not only make her daughter happier, but also in some way assuage her own guilt.
As mother and daughter sat their on the floor, looking up at me expectantly, I heard Jigna blink her large beautiful dark eyes, and ask in a barely audible whisper "Bhaiyya ... what mummy is asking is ... do you ... uhh ... do you also love me... ?" The manner in which she asked this, so full of hope, and so full of trust, that my heart went out to her. I saw Kalpana aunty give me a reassuring kind of smile, and nod her head imperceptibly, as if giving me her tacit approval to say yes.
"Yes, Jigna ... I do..." I managed to croak, my own voice failing me. After all, how many times in your life did one express love for a teenage girl, knowing fully when the sexual connotations it involved, and right in front of her own mother? "Oh, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna exclaim, as she jumped up and came into my arms. Embarrassed, I embraced her rather tentatively, unable to ignore the feel of her ripe young teenage body, press against mine.
Over her shoulders, I glanced at Kalpana aunty, who to my big relief, and immense joy, nodded her head in assent, and smiled at me reassuringly. "I love you, bhaiiya..." I head Jigna whisper fiercely into my ears, even as she clung on to me. I was wearing only my t-shirt, and my exposed cock, which by now had lost some of its hardness, pressed against Jigna's taut belly.
Seeing this unbridled expression of love being displayed unabashedly by her daughter, Kalpana aunty turned away her gaze, clearly embarrassed at being present here now. She began to fidget with her discarded gown, which she was still holding to her chest, trying her best to cover her magnificent heavy breasts. Finally letting go off me, Jigna slid on to the sofa by my side, and said to her mother "Mummy ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... if you want I'll leave now..." her face both embarrassed as well as naughty and teasing at the same time.
There was a faint hint of a smile on Jigna's lips as she said that, and I saw the color rush up to Kalpana aunty's face. It was an incredibly erotic sight for me to see this young teenage college girl, trying to tease her mother with regard to sexual matters. "No, no, beti..." Kalpana aunty replied, embarrassed completely "I'll leave now ... you two can..." unable to finish her sentence.
My cock gave another lurch under the tail of my t-shirt at what she was suggesting now. I had to make a choice quickly on who I wanted to spend the night with, now that both mother and daughter were offering to leave me to the each other respectively. Quickly making up my mind, I smiled and said "No one's going anywhere ... ok..." reaching out to hold Jigna's hand with one hand, while extending the open palm of my other hand to Kalpana aunty in invitation.
"Yes, yes..." Jigna exclaimed, her face brightening up with a lovely smile, as Kalpana aunty just smiled embarrassedly, and took my extended hand. As I had reached out with both hands, my t-shirt had ridden up, and my fully erect cock came into view. "Ohh ... it's so big..." I heard Jigna exclaim with a sharp intake of breath, as both she and Kalpana aunty spotted my erect cock almost at the same time. Jigna's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with amazement and shock.
I almost smiled to myself, at how smart a cookie this hot sexy teenager was. In one shot, she'd killed two birds. One, she'd conveyed her interest in my cock to her watching mother; and two, she'd also conveyed to her mother how shocked she seemingly was, at seeing a man's penis, as if for the first time! Kalpana aunty was thoroughly embarrassed, and by the look on her face, I could see that she wished she was someplace else.
Ignoring her presence, Jigna looked at me with a suitably stunned expression in her eyes, her hands still clamped to her mouth, and asked me in a small child-like voice "Can I ... can I touch it, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide, yet twinkling merrily, enjoying the little game of an innocent awed girl that she was playing.
I glanced at Kalpana aunty to see her expression, and saw her give me a sublte nod, and quickly avert her gaze. Though I empathized with Kalpana aunty's awkwardness, I wanted her too to be part of her dalliance here. "Uhh ... sure, Jigna..." I replied with suitable awkwardness from my side too, before adding " ... but why don't you ask your mummy first ... if it's ok..." looking pointedly at Kalpana aunty, even as I spoke to Jigna.
Throwing me a knowing smile, Jigna turned to her mother like an excited kid, and asked "Mummy ... is is ok ... if I ... I hold it... ?" her tone so plaintive that anyone would have agreed. "Uhh ... umm ... ok, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled, completely flustered now, and at a loss for words. With a little excited sigh, Jigna reached out tentatively, and placing her left hand on my bare thigh, gingerly took hold of my erect throbbing cock.
I suppressed a groan of arousal, and bit my lips at the feel of this sexy barely 17-year old teenager taking hold of my cock, in the presence of her own mature buxom and desirable mother! "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna breathe " ... it's so hard..." her eyes on my swollen cock, even as I saw Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my cock. There was a look of longing, tinged with shame and embarrassment, as she watched her daughter hold my hard throbbing cock in her tender young hands.
I could imagine how Kalpana aunty was feeling right now. How would any mother feel, if she saw her virgin teenage daughter, so fascinated by a young man's cock, and feeling it with her consent. Jigna was sitting very close to me now, and with my shock and embarrassment beginning to fade, was beginning to feel really aroused now.
Continuing to hold on to my cock gingerly, she looked up at me, and asked in a small voice "Bhaiyya ... does it feel nice when someone kisses you ... there... ?" referring to my cock. "Umm ... yes..." I managed to reply, getting more and more turned on by the minute, and enjoying the way the sexy little Jigna was manipulating the situation. "I don't know how to kiss, bhaiyya ... will you teach me how to kiss... ?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, and batting her eyelashes.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw the embarrassed Kalpana aunty looking at both of us. Deciding that I had to get her involved at any cost, I diverted the question to Kalpana aunty and asked her "Uh, aunty ... is it ok if I ... umm ... teach Jigna ... umm ... how to kiss..." sounding suitably emabarrassed myself. "Uhh, sure ... yes, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled hastily, still clutching on to her crumpled gown to her bosom, even though she avoided looking me in the eye.
Leaning forward, I extended my hand to Kalpana aunty, urging her with my eyes to take my hand. As she looked at me shyly, and took my hand, I pulled her towards me, causing her to come closer to me. She looked up at me nervously, still clutching on to that crumpled discarded gown of hers, covering her bosom. Satisfied that I had her attention, I turned towards Jigna, who was still holding on to my cock like a college-girl holding on to a supporting rod in a bus.
Pulling her towards me, I planted my lips on hers, and kissed her tenderly. Jigna gave a little groan and twisted her torso sideways towards me, and kissed me back with urgency. I took it easy, since I didn't want Kalpana aunty to get the impression that this had been something we'd done many times before. Sliding my free left hand behind Jigna's back, unseen to Kalpana aunty, I tapped her on the back gently, indicating to her to take it easy as well.
The smart girl that she was, she got the hint, and returned to her coy demeanor once again. Pulliing my lips away from her, I glanced at her flushed face, and was overjoyed to see an expression of pure rapture on her face. "Ohh, bhaiyya ... that felt so nice ... so wonderful..." she gushed like the excited college girl that she was, who'd just been kissed for the first time in her life.
"She'll make a good actress..." I thought to myself, even as I smiled and winked at her, saying "I'm glad you liked it, Jigna..." trying to keep my voice level. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I smiled at her, and said "Thank you, aunty..." Her face took on a flustered expression, as she smiled weekly and replied "Why are you thanking me, beta ... I didn't do anything..." her embarrassment still not deserting her.
Letting go off Jigna, I leaned forward towards her, and said "Thank you for accepting me, aunty ... in your family..." taking hold of both her hands and clasping them in mine. Since I took both of her hands in mine, the crumpled gown, which she was holding on to, slipped out of her hands, and fell in a heap in her lap, baring those magnificent mature breasts of hers to my view once again.
"Oh, beta..." was all that she was able to muster, the shame rushing to her face once again at her breasts being bared in front of her daughter, to an outsider like me. "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper " ... your breasts are so beautiful..." looking at her mother's breasts with fascination. My cock jerked involuntarily, when I heard this sexy teenage girl compliment her mother on her breasts.
Once again, the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's dark flush face, and she just mumbled something embarrassedly. "When will mine become big like yours, mummy... ?" Jigna exclaimed in a child-like squeal, straightening her back, and jutting out her chest to display her young ripe teenage breasts projecting through the knit fabric of her over-sized collared t-shirt.
Kalpana aunty, for the first time, since we'd been caught by Jigna, laughed with genuine joy, and smiling at her daughter, said "They will, beta ... they will ... when you grow up..." a fond motherly expression on her face. Satisfied, Jigna turned to me, and said "Do you like my breasts, bhaiyya..." smiling like an excited college girl, and straightening her shoulders to show her chest to me.
I laughed, as I replied "Well ... I haven't seen them ... have I, Jigna..." a naughty glint in my eyes as I winked at her, unseen by her mother. "Ohh..." replied Jigna, the color rushing to her face, when she heard that. Before either one of us could say anything, Jigna quickly pulled up loose over-sized boys t-shirt over her head, and flung it on the floor. Twisting her torso towars me, she straightened her back once again, and jutted out her chest, displaying those utterly delicious young ripe 32-B teenage breasts for my appreciation.
"Oh, baby..." I heard myself groan, as I gazed at the incredibly sexy sight of this teenage girl showing me her beautifully shaped, ripe, firm breasts, capped by those perky erect dark nipples and small dark areolas. "You're ... I mean ... they're beautiful, Jigna ... really beautiful..." I said in a hoarse whisper, incredibly aroused both by the sight of her young breasts, and the totally uninhibited manner in which she was showing them to me.
"Really, bhaiyya... ?" she exclaimed excitedly, straightening her shoulders once again, a wide eyed look of joy on her face. "Yes, baby ... really..." I groaned, unable to bear the tormenting any more. Somehow, this teenage girl's utterly innocent behavior was lightening the tension in the air. Had it not been for her uninhibited exuberance, I could well imagine what this situation would have turned into. After all, it was not every day that a teenage girl discovered that her mother was having an affair with a boy who was half her age. Though I had been with more than one woman at the same time quite a few times before, never before had the situation been so utterly erotic.
A 38-something mother of two, bare breasted and clad only in a petticoat, with the kind of heavy body that you could fuck all day long, sitting on the floor right in front of me in their own living room, with her husband drunk and dead to the world inside their bedroom, and her young teenage college going daughter, also bare breasted, sitting right next to me on the couch, and displaying her firm budding teenage breasts to me as well as her mother. Cupping her breasts with both hands, Jigna turned to Kalpana aunty and said "See mummy ... they've grown big now ... haven't they... ?" her voice proud yet innocent.
Throwing an embarrassed glance at me, Kalpana aunty replied "Umm ... yes, beta..." her voice hoarse in her throat. "You know mummy ... when Jignesh bhaiya took me shopping ... the didi there told me I should start wearing bras now ... that's why Jignesh bhaiya bought those bras for me..." she said in an excited yet pleased voice.
Swallowing to find her voice, Kalpana aunty said "Yes ... I know..." struggling to deal with the utterly care free manner in which her daughter was discussing these matters with her in front of me, even as she turned to look at me and added " ... he is very thoughtful..." trying bravely to smile at me despite her discomfiture.
Alarmed that the naïve Jigna would blurt out more things than necessary, I butted in by saying "You know, Jigna ... you'll grow up to a very beautiful young lady..." subtely nudging her with my toe, urging her with my eyes to shut up. She looked at me with a dumb expression on her face, unable to make out head or tail of where that remark came from, before comprehension dawned on her face, and she smiled brightly. "Oh, thank you, bhaiyya..." she gushed, batting her eye lashes coyly once again.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence between all of us, before Jigna mercifully changed the topic. Turning to look at her mother, she said "Uh, mummy ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... umm ... I know you and bhaiya were ... umm ... making love..." struggling to find the right words, as she turned to look at me and her mother in turns. "Umm ... you please continue, mummy ... I ... uhh ... won't disturb you..." she said awkwardly, pushing herself away from me on the sofa, and pulling her legs up to sit cross legged on one end of the sofa.
As the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's face, and her face burned with embarrassment, Jigna added "I'll ... umm ... just sit here ... and watch..." drawing a share exclamation of surprise from me too! This incredible teenager was telling us to go ahead and make out, even as she would sit there and watch!
My cock, which was hidden under the rather long t-shirt I was wearing, gave a lurch at these words, and I felt my throat go dry. Kalpana aunty just looked too stunned for anything, and except for wide eyed look, she didn't utter a word. But I could see how her magnificent breasts heaved, as she struggled to come to terms with what her daughter was saying, her lips parted, and her breath becoming shallow.
Seeing the dumb founded look on my face, Jigna said "What happened, bhaiyya ... don't you like mummy... ?" her expression as normal as it could be. As Kalpana aunty lowered her gaze to look at her lap, unable to face us any more, Jigna signaled to me with her eyes ferverently, urging me to respond in the affirmative. Clearing my throat, I answered "Of course ... I like aunty..." my voice sounding strange in my ears.
When Kalpana aunty glanced up at me, there was a look of helplessness in her eyes, as if she was beseeching me to rescue her from this extremely awkward situation somehow. "But Jigna ... I don't know if your mummy is comfortable..." I added, even as Kalpana aunty dropped her gaze to her lap once again. There was silence once again, as Kalpana aunty just continued to gaze at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers, and Jigna waited, her eyes darting from me to her mother. I could sense what she was trying to do.
She was trying to address three issues at once. One, she was trying to cement her own relationship with me in her mother's eyes, and what better way to do it by getting her mother to consent to it in front of me. Two, she was trying her best to make her mother feel loved by me, having seen with her own eyes what her sexual life had come to.
And three, she was trying to lessen her mother's guilt at being caught, by conveying to her that not only did she condole it, but also encouraged it. I couldn't decide whether the teenage Jigna was just being incredibly naïve and nice, or incredibly smart. I concluded there were no straight answers; and that it was probably a bit of both.
Watching mother and daughter sit there, I decided that it was time I took control of the situation. Nodding at Jigna, I turned to Kalpana aunty and reached out to touch her bare shoulder. I couldn't risk standing up, as that would have brought my erect cock to open view. As she looked, I said to her gently "Aunty ... please come and sit here..." patting the empty side of the sofa on my left. When she looked into my eyes with that same helpless expression, I just blinked my eyes slowly, and nodded to her subtely, asking her with my eyes to trust me.
As Kalpana aunty rose to her feet slowly, avoiding looking at either one of us, I once again gazed with desire at the way her magnificent firm 38-C breasts swayed. As Kalpana aunty sat down tentatively by my side on the sofa, I threw a glance at Jigna, who had a grateful smile on her face. With her eyes, she urged me to make her mother feel comfortable. I gazed into her eyes for a brief moment, trying to decipher if there was some perverse intent in what she was coaxing her mother into, but concluded that there was none.

To Be COntiued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 39

If anything, she seemed genuinely hopeful, and sitting there bare breasted clad only in her pajamas, she seemed completely oblivious to her own nudity. As Kalpana aunty settled down, I slid closer to her so that out thighs were touching. Raising my left arm, I dbangd it across her broad fleshy shoulders, allowing my palm to rest on her shoulder.

Then, reaching out with my right hand, I turned her face towards me, and looked into her still wet eyes. My face only inches away from hers, I said to her softly "Aunty ... it's OK ... trust me ... please..." laying stress on the last word. She looked at me with apprehension in her eyes for a while; before I saw the muscles on her thick weather beaten face relax a bit. "Do you trust me, aunty... ?" I asked her again, looking into her eyes intently, even as I continued to hold her face by her chin.
Letting out a little sigh, she closed her eyes, and said "Yes, beta..." her voice barely above a whisper. I waited for her to open her eyes, before allowing myself a smile. Seeing my reassuring smile, she too tried to smile bravely, but it only managed to look like a forced grimace. Leaning forward, I placed my lips on hers gently, and kissed her thick lips. She stiffened initially, and a little shudder shook her body.
Letting go of her face, I dropped my hand to her lap and took her hand in mine. As I interlaced my fingers between hers and clasped her hand, I felt her clasp my hand tight. Her lips instinctively parted, and a deep sigh escaped her lips, as she felt my tongue begin to probe her mouth. She was on my left side, and her right arm was trapped between our bodies.
As she responded to my kiss, I felt her slide her right arm around my waist, and clutch the side of my belly; even as left hand continued to clutch my fingers. Pulling my lips away from hers, I moved my lips to her neck. As she arched her neck, I ran my tongue along her neck, and moved it up to her ears. The fact that her daughter was watching all this aroused me even more, and I was intent upon arousing Kalpana aunty as much as I could.
I heard a soft hiss of "Ohh beta..." escape her lips, and she squirmed convulsively, as my tongue probed her ears, and I gently nibbled on her ears. With a soft groan, I slid my face downwards, and ran my tongue once again along her neck, sliding it on to her shoulders. As I began to run my tongue on her thick shoulders, I unclasped my fingers from her hands, and slid it upwards to cup one of her heavy fleshy breasts with my right hand, even as my left hand was dbangd across her shoulder.
Marveling at how firm her heavy breasts felt in my hand, I squeezed it gently, and ran my finger tips across her swollen thick nipples, eliciting another soft cry of "Ohh beta..." from her lips. Another shudder went through her body, and I figured that it was on account of the presence of her daughter that she was was so turned on. I felt a weight shifting behind me, and sensed Jigna sliding up closer to us from the other side, ostensibly to get a better view of what I was doing to her mother.
Squeezing her left breast hard with my hands, I slid my head further downwards till my face was level with her magnificent breasts. With a groan, I thrust out my tongue, and began to run it along the swollen dark brown nipple of her right breast. As she clutched at my hair fiercely, I ran my tongue in circles around her breasts, eliciting more sighs of pleasure from her.
With a grunt, I opened my mouth and clamped it around her heavy tit flesh, and began to suck on her aroused breast earnestly. "Betaaa..." she hissed, unable to control the feelings that overtook her body, and I wondered how a woman of her age could feel such pleasure from just having her breasts sucked. Her hand which was clutching my waist from behind squeezed the side of my belly harder.
"Bass, beta ... bass..." I heard her whisper fiercely, tugging at my hair, even as I went berserk on her breasts, licking and suckling on them alternately, and nibbling on her thick turgid nipples in between. As I pulled my face away from her magnificently firm breasts, I looked at her face. There was flushed look on her face, and I could see that she was breathing heavily now.
Gazing at her breasts, that were shiny from my saliva in the flickering light from the TV, I said huskily "Aunty ... you have beautiful breasts..." making it a point to speak loud enough for Jigna to hear. The color rushed to her dark face again, and she quickly glanced at her daughter. I too turned around to look at Jigna, and my cock gave another lurch under the t-shirt when I saw that she was watching us intently, a look of intense arousal on her pretty face, even as her hands were sub-consciously playing with own teenage ripe young breasts.
Looking at Jigna, I said to Kalpana aunty "But you know, aunty ... Jigna is going to turn out to be even more beautiful than you..." a smile on my face. At this Jigna blushed, and a smile lit up her face, even as I continued " ... and I feel so privileged to be with two such wonderful, beautiful, and loving women..."
That compliment had the desired effect, and both mother and daughter blushed and smiled at the same time. For the first time since we'd been interrupted by Jigna, Kalpana aunty said something of her own volition. Snuggling up to me to rest her head on my chest, she wrapped her arm around my torso, and said "Beta ... it's we who are privileged ... to have someone like you with us..." her voice fond and loving, even as I relished the feel of her large heavy breasts press against my rib cage.
As her left arm was now resting on my torso, I felt her elbows brush against the hardness of my cock, still covered by the t-shirt. Groaning purposefully, I threw my head back, and thrust my hips upwards, pushing my hardness against her elbows, making it a point to see to it that their attention was drawn to my cock as well. With my right hand, I pulled up that knit t-shirt which I was wearing, to bare my hard swollen cock.
As my fully erect cock came into view, standing rigidly upright, and almost touching my belly, I heard Jigna utter a soft muffled cry, her hand instinctively clasping her mouth. I saw her exchange a glance with her mother, who too had now straightened and was gazing at my shiny erect phallus. It was a situation that anyone would have died to be in. Both mother and daughter were looking at my cock, but were reluctant to make the first move, on account of each other's presence.
Deciding to take things into my own hands again, I extended my right hand to Jigna. As she offered me her hand tentatively, I gently guided it to my cock, and placed her soft palm on my erect throbbing cock. There was sharp intake of breath for Jigna, when she felt the hot skin of my hard cock against her palm. As her soft fingers instinctively clasped the girth of my shaft, I threw my head back against the back rest of the sofa, and let out a low prolonged sigh.
Closing my eyes partly, I watched through the slit of my eyes, at how Jigna, and more importantly, Kalpana aunty, responded. I watched slyly through the barely open slit of my eyes, as Jigna looked at Kalpana aunty apprehensively, as if seeking her permission to go ahead. To my intense arousal, I saw Kalpana aunty nod her head in assent to her daughter, who in response, sighed, and began to rub my cock. Pretending to open my eyes, I sat forward, and groaned "Ohh Jignaa..." hoping to convey to both her and her mother how much I was enjoying it.
"Bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna ask in a whisper. As I turned to look at her, she continued " ... what should I do..." her voice a husky whisper. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty who was watching her daughter take hold of my erect cock in her hands with an expression of disbelief and arousal, I looked into her eyes with an expression of helplessness. Realizing that I was seeking her help, Kalpana aunty said to Jigna "Beta ... uhh ... just ... just rub it ... like this..." making a gesture with her hand of rubbing.
"Like this, mummy..." Jigna asked, as she clenched my cock rather hard, and and slid her fist down my shaft, pushing my stretched foreskin back painfully, eliciting a little cry of pain from me. Even as I winced, I couldn't help but marvel at how the sexy little teenager was playing the role of an uninitiated virgin to perfection! "Ssss ... dheere se, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty say alarmed, almost as if she could feel the pain I was experiencing.
Her mothery instincts taking over, Kalpana aunty leaned forward, and said"I'll show you ... see ... like this..." her voice tender, even as she reached out with her left hand to wrap her fingers around Jigna's hand, which were still clutching my cock hard. "Hold it softly, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty instruct her daughter, much to my arousal, as she guided Jigna on how to hold my cock, and stroke it gently. To me, there was nothing more erotic in the world right now, watching how a mother went about guiding her teenage daughter on how to pleasure a man's cock.
Guided by Kalpana aunty's supporting hand, as Jigna stroked my cock far more gently now, I heard her ask in a girlish voice "Like this, mummy..." looking alternately at her mother and me. Seeing the expression of rapture on my face, I heard Kalpana aunty answer in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... you're doing it right now..." her eyes looking into mine, as if asking me if it was giving me pleasure now.
I smiled with relief at her, and saw her reciprocate with a warm, albeit shy, smile of her own. Turning to gaze at Jigna again, who was now intently looking at my cock, as she stroked it gently, I said to her "Yes, Jigna ... yes ... ohh ... feels so good ... so good..." putting on enough in my voice in my attempt to please her too. She smiled shyly at that, and to my amazement, said "I know I'm not doing it as well as mummy, bhaiyya ... but I promise I will learn ... and do better..." batting her eyelashes, and speaking like a virgin teenager who'd just held a man's cock for the first time in her life.
As I watched her twinkling eyes, I yet again marveled at how wonderfully she was playing the role of a coy uninitiated teenager, in front of her mother. Maddened with lust, I said to her huskily "Come here, baby..." nodding my head at her. Without letting go of my cock, she slid close to me with alacrity, her ripe teenage breasts jiggling seductively as she moved.
Wrapping my right hand around her bare shoulders, I pulled her towards me, and bringing her face close to mine, looked into her eyes, and said "Jigna ... you are the most loving girl I have ever met ... thank you for being such a wonderful person..." my tone serious, and my voice loud enough for Kalpana aunty also to hear.
"Oh, bhaiiyyaa..." she exclaimed with pleasure, even as a million-watt smile lit up her pretty dark face, genuinely pleased at my compliment. With a sigh, I pulled her towards me, causing her firm teenage pert breasts to press against my chest, and kissed her full on the lips. Letting my mouth press against hers, I parted her lips and slid my tongue into her wet mouth, and kissed her passionately, knowing fully well that her mother was watching, even as I held her bare slender back and pressed her lithe young body to mine.
"Ummmmm..." I heard Jigna moan, as she gave herself up to me, and clung on to me, kissing me back with all her pent up arousal. Pulling my mouth away from her breathless face, I turned to Kalpana aunty and said "Aunty ... with your permission ... I want to let Jigna know ... how wonderful a person she is ... may I... ?" letting my words trail. "Uhh ... of course, beta ... of course..." I heard Kalpana aunty mumble, her voice feeble and trembling, her face aroused and embarrassed at the same time.
Mouthing a silent thank you to her, I turned my attention back to Jigna, and reached down to cup one of her young ripe teenage breast in my hand. Caressing the supple flesh of her still growing 32-B breasts, I said huskily "Baby ... you have beautiful breasts ... beautiful..." my eyes burning with desire. In response, she just arched her back, thrusting more of her breast into my hand, her breath beginning to escape faster form her lips now.
Squeezing her breasts gently, I manipulated her tiny erect nipples between my thumb and fore finger, even as I began to kiss her in the same manner I had kissed her mother a while back, Sliding my tongue down from her neck to her chest, I ran my tongue in circles around her small dark brown arealos, eliciting an uninhibited cry of pleasure from her, even as she arched her back and clasped my hair.
"Bhaiiiyyyaaa..." I heard her moan, as I clamped my mouth around her tender young tit flesh, and lashed my tongue against the nipples, causing her to squirm violently in my arms. As I focused on making love to the teenage Jigna's tender breasts, I felt an arm move up my thigh. I felt the weight of Kalpana aunty shift on the sofa, and felt her move closer towards me.
Just as her heavy breasts pressed against my side, her hand slid up my thigh, and to my sheer joy, gently took hold of my manhood, which Jigna had let go off in her excitement. I felt Kalpana aunty begin to rub my lower back from behind with one hand, even as she began to gently stroke my swollen throbbing cock with her other hand, adding to the pleasure I was extracting by sucking on the teenage Jigna's breasts.
Emboldened by this supportive gesture from her mother, I slid my hand down Jigna's back, and slid it into the elastic waistline of her thin cotton pajamas. Cupping my hand around the firm flesh of her butt, I caressed her buttocks over her panties. Jigna moaned encouragingly, clutching my hair with both hands, and standing on her knees on the sofa, to bring her breasts level with my face.
Finally I pulled my mouth away from Jigna's breasts, and looked at her flushed face. Her lips were parted and she was breathing shallowly now, her ripe young breasts, wet with my saliva, gleaming in the flickering lights from the TV. As her gaze was drawn to her mother stroking my cock, she said in a croaking whisper "Bhaiiyaa ... I want to ... I want to ... do like mummy was doing ... to you..." her eyes gazing at my rock hard shiny cock. "Ohh..." I gasped, thrilled to hear what she was saying, my eyes widening in surprise.
But her face was full of intent, and there was an absolutely aroused expression on her face, as she made her intent of wanting to suck my cock clear to me. She gazed at her mother's equally aroused face for what seemed like an eternity, and something unsaid passed between them. Before I could react, Jigna just bent forward quickly, and took hold of my throbbing cock from her mother.
As I watched, she quickly retied her hair in the elastic band that held her hair in a pony tail, and with an almost hungry look on her face, opened her mouth as if wanting to swallow my thick 7" fully erect cock. "Dheere se, Jigna..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper to her daughter involuntarily, as she too watched with rapt arousal, at how hungry and aroused her teenage daughter seemed to be now.
Without warning, the hot young Jigna opened her mouth as wide as she could, and plunged her mouth on to my cock. "Ohh Jignaaaa..." I groaned in spite of myself, as I felt her hot mouth clamp over my cock rather painfully, and I involuntarily clutched Kalpana aunty's hand for support.
Alarmed that her inexperienced daughter might cause me pain, Kalpana aunty quickly reached out to touch the back of Jigna's head, whispering urgently "Jigna ... do it gently, beti ... gently..." desperately urging her daughter to take it easy. At that moment, even as the completely inflamed Jigna took my swollen cock into her mouth, I felt my heart fill up with love for her incredibly loving mother, who even at this time was more concerned about taking care of me.
"Ummmffff..." I heard Jigna moan, as she tried to stuff my rampant cock into her mouth fully, and felt the swollen tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. Jigna was besides herself now, and she seemed to be intent upon swallowing my cock with a vengeance now, and her entire inflamed and totally inexperienced demeanour added immensely to my arousal.
As my cock touched the opening of her throat, I felt her gag on my cock, and she was unable to prevent her saliva from drooling out of her mouth. "Ohh beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper, both in frustration and arousal, as she quickly slid off the sofa, and knelt at my knees. Gently pulling Jigna's head away from my cock, she said to her "Come here..." indicating to her to get on to the floor on her knees to.
As Jigna complied quickly, Kalpana aunty took hold of my slimy wet cock, in her hand, even as Jigna sub consciously wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand, watching her mother like a student would watch her teacher. As I watched with stunned amazement, Kalpana aunty said to her daughter "Beti ... you watch how I do it ... ok..." her voice so understanding and tender that I had difficulty believing what was happening. With that, Kalpana aunty brought her face to my cock, and taking hold of it gingerly, began to run her tongue along the blood-gorged helmet shaped swollen tip of my cock.
"Lick it like this first, beti..." Kalpana aunty said in between licking my cock " ... and be gentle with it..." caressing my cock simultaneously. As Jigna watched in rapt attention, Kalpana aunty continued " ... and then slowly take it in your mouth ... like this..." as she opened her mouth and took just the swollen red tip of my cock inside her mouth.
"Yesss..." I found myself hissing in encouragement, as I felt Kalpana aunty's warm loving mouth close around my cock, and her tongue beginning to pleasure the tip of my cock. Pulling her mouth away from my cock momentarily, she said "And keep rubbing it at the same time ... like this..." she continued to instruct her watching daughter, as she took my cock head in her mouth again, and began to stroke the shaft of my cock gently at the same time.
As I felt Kalpana aunty begin to twirl her thick tongue around the swollen tip of my cock in her mouth, I threw my head back and groaned with pleasure. "And then slowly take it more inside ... like this..." I heard Kalpana aunty mutter to her daughter, her voice so thick with arousal now, that I realized that she herself was incredibly aroused now.
With these words, even as her daughter watched on intently, Kalpana aunty opened her mouth wide, and gently guided almost the entire length of my cock into her warm willing mouth. As I felt my tip bump against the opening of her throat, I felt my legs go taut, and emitted a low throaty groan of "Ohh, auntieee..." my arousal complete. With that she began to gently move her head up and down my cock, sucking on it with the practiced ease of a housewife who had long been used to doing it.
Feeling her pull her mouth away from my cock, I looked at her again. "Now you try, beti..." Kalpana aunty said to her daughter, a tad breathlessly, as she held my cock and offered it to her daughter to try. Without even glancing at me, Jigna slid forward on her knees with alacrity, and took hold of my cock.
Just as her mother had instructed, she thrust her pink tongue out and first licked the swollen tip of my cock, which was shiny from her mother's saliva and my own pre-cum. Then following instructions to the T, she opened her mouth and took just the swollen tip of my cock into her mouth, and began to twirl her tongue around my cock.
"Yes, Jigna ... yes..." I found myself crying out, feeling my cock beging to twitch in her mouth. Kalpana aunty placed her hand on my bare thigh and caressed it gently, looking at me with an expression of fondness. What turned me on was the mild smile on her face; a smile that suggested genuine pride at how good a student her daughter had been.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I watched as the hot young Jigna began to stroke my cock at the same time, even as she sucked on my cock head like a Popsicle, and looked up at my eyes. There is nothing more arousing to me that a girl looking into my eyes when she's sucking on my cock, and I groaned once again.
Letting my cock slip out of her mouth, Jigna smiled at me through her wet saliva coated lips, and asked "Am I doing it right, bhaiyaa... ?" her voice as innocent as only a young college girl's could be. "Oh yes, baby ... yes ... yes..." I found myself groaning, even as I nodded my head in assent.
As the smile widened on her face, she once again took my cock into her mouth, and this time allowed it to slide deeper into her mouth, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. But unlike her mother, she could not take the entire length of my cock into her mouth, and her mouth was filled with my cock with just three-quarters of it inside her mouth. As it touched her throat, I heard her groan her disappointment, and beginning to attempt to push her head down further.
"Just keep breathing, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty instruct her gently, as she reached out to caress her daughter's bare back, in an attempt to soothe her. I watched Jigna's Adam's apple bob, as she tried vainly to take my entire cock inside her. I was almost at the peak of my arousal now, and if she continued to do this any longer, I knew that I would end up spurting my load inside her mouth.
With a groan, I leaned forward, and took hold of Jigna by her shoulders. Pulling her up towards me, I cupped her face in between my hand, and looking into her eyes with love, said "Oh, Jigna ... you don't have to ... you don't have to..." knowing she was desperate to prove to me that even she could suck my cock as well as her mother.
"But I want to, bhaiyya..." she cried, her face looking so lovely when she said that in all honesty. "Ohh, baby..." I groaned, as I pulled her up towards me and embraced her warmly. Pressing her head to my heaving chest, I caressed her soothingly and said in a soft voice "I know, baby ... I know ... that's why I love you so much..." turning to gaze at Kalpana aunty at the same time, who was watching me with fondness in her eyes.
As I held the teenage Jigna close to me, caressing her back, and whispering sweet endearments to her, I felt Kalpana aunty reach out to me and touch my thigh. She looked me in the eye, and her expression conveyed the gratitude she felt for me, for being so kind to her daughter. Turning my attention back to Jigna, I cupped her face between my hands once again, and looking into her eyes said "Jigna ... you have given me more love than I could ever have asked for ... and now it's my turn to show you how much I love you..." my voice low and intent.
Just the expression of joy on her face was reward enough for me, and as I helped her up on her feet and she sat down on the sofa once again by my side, her eyes wide in anticipation, I quickly slid down the sofa. Getting on my knees quickly in front of Jigna, I took both her hands in mine. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, who was just watching me with an expression of love, I said to her "Aunty ... with your permission ... may I..." letting my words trail.
She looked at me intently for the briefest of moments, before allowing a strange expression to come on her face. I could only imagine the predicament she was facing now. Here was a young guy asking her if he had her permission to go ahead and make love to her tender teenaged daughter.
"Yes, beta..." I heard her whisper softly, nodding in understanding to me. Throwing her a grateful glance, I turned my attention back to Jigna, who was waiting with bated breath. Letting go of her hands, I reached out to hook my fingers in the elastic waist band of her thin cotton pajamas. As I began to pull it towards me, Jigna glanced apprehensively at her mother, as if seeking her persmission. Kalpana aunty, the wonderful loving woman that she was, just smiled at her daughter, and nodded her assent.
With an inflamed look in her eyes, Jigna raised her hips off the sofa, allowing me to pull her pajamas down. As I pulled her pajamas away from her legs, extracting them from her ankles, Jigna involuntarily reached out for her mother. I just gazed in amazement, when Kalpana aunty took hold of her daughters hand reassuringly, and held it in her hands, giving her daughter the moral support she had sought from her mother.
The sexy young Jigna had a pair of plain white panties, and I swallowed involuntarily as I my eyes were drawn to the mound of her young pussy under those simple white cotton panties. Looking into Jigna's inflamed eyes, I just caressed the smooth skin of her supple thighs, which were distinctly a shade lighter than her arms.
As Jigna waited with bated breath, I reached out for her waist again, and gently began to pull at her panties. This time she complied immediately by raising her hips, and allowing me to slide her panties off her legs in one swift motion. Her hands automatically flew to her mouth, as her tender sparsely haired pussy was bared to me in all its virgin glory.
In the flickering light from the TV, I could see that the sparse pubic hair on her young vagina was damp with her wetness, and I could almost smell the arousal from her hot cunt. It was an incredibly erotic moment, as the teenage Jigna sat in front of me on the sofa, her young muscular thighs parted slightly, and holding on to her mother's hand as I gazed at her virgin pussy.
Pushing apart her thighs slightly, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the insides of her thighs, causing her to shudder violently and clamp her thighs around my head. "Bhaaiiyyaaa..." I heard her cry out, as her body shuddered just at the feel of my tongue on her thighs. Gently pushing open her thighs again, I continued to run my tongue along the insides of her thighs, enjoying the incredibly smoothness of her skin.
I could smell the musky aroma emanating from her aroused cunt, and that virgin cunt of hers, with its tight lips, and sparse pubic hair, looked incredibly arousing to me. Placing my palm on her belly, I gently caressed the upper lips of her vagina with my thumb, eliciting another shudder from her. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Kalpana aunty watching me intently, and noticed how she squeezed her own thighs together under that old black petticoat of hers.
Turning to look up at Jigna, who was watching me with extreme arousal, her eyes hot as coals, and her lips parted, I gently hefted her thighs and parted them further. As her thighs parted wider, I could see the moist pink slid of her pussy come to view. I realized how wet she was when I felt her cunt juices on my thumb. I gently ran my fingers along the swollen yet taut lips of her virgin cut, even as I continued to manipulate her clitoris with my thumb from the top.
"Ohhh mummiiee..." I heard Jigna moan, as she squirmed violently, and her twisted her torso. Kalpana aunty reached out and placed a reassuring arm around her slender shoulders, and cradled her torso against her magnificent breasts. I paused for a moment to take in the sight of this sexy young teenage girl's naked body.
She had inherited her mother's heavy hips and incredibly thick thighs, though she was nowhere as stocky as her mother. Her wide hips tapered into a relatively slender waist before tapering out again to that pair of ripe young breasts. With a groan, I hefted her legs and placed them on either shoulder, causing her to jerk her head up and look at me, her eyes inflamed with desire.
My mouth watered at the sight of her tender young vagina which was puffy as well as tight at the same time. Placing one soothing hand on her taut belly, I lowered my head between her thighs and brought my mouth to her vagina. I could feel her thigh muscles tense as she braced herself for the feel of my tongue on her vagina.
Closing my eyes, I thrust out my tongue, and gingerly ran it along those luscious wet lips of her teenage cunt. "Unnnhhhhh..." I heard her give out a muffled moan, clasping her hand to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, as she felt my tongue lap her virgin pussy lips. Tenderly parting the lips of her cunt with my fingers, I pushed my tongue further on her pussy, and began to lap at it, sliding it up and down along her moist slit.
Her body went taut, and I could feel her arch her hips off the sofa, as her body began to squirm violently again. Relentlessly, I parted her lips further and thrust my tongue inside, feeling the warm cunt juices coat my tongue. Mindless of the taste of her cunt, and the faintly musky odor, I clamped my mouth and her pussy and began to suck on her cunt in earnest. "Ohhhh mummmieeee..." I heard her cry out in an alarmingly loud voice, even as an alarmed Kalpana aunty rushed to clamp a hand across her mouth, muffling out her scream.
Looking at her virgin teenage daughter squirming about so helplessly, Kalpana aunty's motherly instincts took over, as she cradled Jigna's contorted face to her magnificent heavy breasts. Cradling her face, as if holding a child to her bosom, Kalpana aunty smothered Jigna's face in the heavy mammary flesh of her incredibly large breasts. "Shhhhh..." I heard her shush her daughter, caressing her head soothingly.
I was intent on making this hot young teenager come now, and without pausing on my licking of her pussy, I also slid in my middle finger into her tight wet cunt, causing her to give out a muffled groan and jerk her hips upwards once again. Her legs which were resting on my shoulders went taut in the air, and she began to buck her hips spasmodically, as I began to slowly slide my finger in and out of her tight you pussy, licking her wet slit at the same time.
My tongue was flicking across her erect clitoris, even as I increased the tempo of fingering her cunt. Kalpana aunty was holding on to her daughter, even as she watched me with unabashed arousal at how I was intently pleasuring her tender young daughter's almost untouched pussy. Her eyes were inflamed with arousal, and I could see in her face, that she wished it was her in her daughter's place.
What however nearly drove me out of my mind was how she was almost absent mindedly fondling Jigna's firm budding teenage breasts with her hands, caressing and squeezing them alternatively, thereby adding to the young teenager's ecastacy. I was holding on to Jigna's hips with one hand, trying my best to hold her pelvis in place, when suddenly she gave out a prolonged cry of ecstasy, and her body convulsed spasmodically.
Realizing that she was on the verge of her orgasm, I clamped my mouth harder on her cunt, and thrust my tongue into her pussy rampantly, driving her insane. With a muffled cry of "Aaaaaaaiiiieeeeee..." Jigna's young taut body convulsed, and continued to shudder involuntarily for a long time as her impending orgasm finally hit her. Her body went limp like a rag doll, even though her thighs kept quivering as if with a mind of their own, still struggling to overcome the intense orgasm that had invaded her body.
I felt the warm sticky juices of her cunt practically gush out of her cunt, and flood my mouth, and I felt the thick viscous vaginal juices flow down my chin. Pulling my mouth away from her cunt, I wiped my mouth with the back of my mind, and looked at Jigna. She lay there spent, her arms limp by her side, and her legs dangling over my shoulders, her mouth open, as she panted to catch her breath, and her eyes half closed.
It was almost as if she had fainted, and I could see Kalpana aunty holding her tenderly, caressing her cheeks and wiping the sweat off her forehead, in the manner only a mother could do for her child. Turning her gaze towards me, Kalpana aunty gave me the most precious smile I could get. One that was of gratitude and love for the pleasure I had given her daughter.
Returning her smile awkwardly, I gingerly extracted Jigna's suddenly heavy legs from my shoulders and placed them gently on the ground. Standing up, I stretched my arms above my head to stretch my back, and I could see Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my still erect 7" cock which swayed seductively as I stood up.
Even though it had lost it's rock hard rigidity, my cock was still swollen to its full length, and presented a rather flattering picture for my ego. Taking a step towards the sofa, I sat down by Jigna's side, even as her eyes fluttered open.
She was still struggling to catch her breath, and as she saw me by her side, her face flushed with color. "Did you feel good, baby..." I asked her tenderly, as she lay in her mother's arm, her face pressed to her mother's ample heavy breasts. Reaching out to touch her face, I caressed her cheeks, and on that pretext also ran my finger along one of Kalpana aunty's thick erect chocolate brown nipples, eliciting a shy knowing smile from her.
Jigna bobbed her head quickly, breathing deeply through her parted lips, as she struggled to form her words. "Yes, bhaiyya ... yes..." she finally breathed, quickly clamping her hand over mine which was caressing her cheeks. Pressing my palm to her cheeks, she looked at me with the kind of love that a guy would have died for. Looking intently into my face, she breathed "I love you, bhaiyya..." letting her eyes convey the rest. I felt a feeling of warmth course through my body upon hearing this, and instinctively replied "I love you too, baby..." a warm smile on my face.
With a cry of "Ohh bhaiyyaa..." the lovely young teenager pulled herself up from her mother's lap, and flung herself into my arms, throwing her arms around me, and pressing her nubile young body to me. She clung on to me fiercely, burying her chest in my muscular chest, muttering something incomprehensible. She held on to me for what seemed like an eternity, without saying a word, and at that moment, I loved her more than anyone else in the world, for her uninhibited love.
I held her tenderly, and caressed her bare back, getting turned on with each passing moment at the feel of her lush ripe young teenage body pressed against mine. I watched Kalpana aunty watch us with an expression of fondness, a fleeting smile on her lips. Suddenly I felt Jigna's hand snake between out bodies, and reach for my cock which was beginning to rise to its full glory now. As she wrapped her tender fingers around the thickness of my cock, she squeezed it gently, and pulled herself away from me.
Holding on to my cock, she turned to her mother, and said the most incredible thing I'd heard from her so far "Mummy ... will you help me ... take care of bhaiyya..." holding my throbbing cock in her hand, and asking her mother to help her in satisfying me. "Yes, beta ... I will..." I heard Kalpana aunty reply in a barely audible whisper, as she too looked at my shiny hard cock in her daughter's clasp. There was a strange look on Kalpana aunty's troubled face; partly aroused at what was happening; and partly apprehensive at seeing her teenage daughter so involved in sex.
As a mother, her instincts would be screaming out to her to put an end to this sexual depravity, but at the same time she knew that her own conscience was not clear, and therefore she was in no position to preach morality to her daughter. I was rudely distracted from my thoughts, as I felt the hot Jigna quickly slide down the sofa, and stand up. As she stood there for a moment, tucking back a tuft of hair that had slipped out of the rubberized band that held her hair together in a pony, I gazed at her nude teenage body in all its glory for the first time.
She looked like a dusky nymphet, as she stood there, her relatively dark skinned body gleaming in the bluish light from the flickering TV screen. Without a word, she quickly knelt down between my parted thighs, and once again took hold of my rock hard throbbing manhood in her small soft hands. She looked at me with her beautiful large dark eyes, some deep hidden meaning in them, as she breathed through parted lips, and once again opened her mouth to take my cock inside. Jolting myself out of my numbed state of mind, I cried out "Jigna..." reaching out with agility to grab hold of her shoulders.
Though my cock craved for her ripe budding teenage body, I just couldn't allow myself to be so self-obsessed. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I pulled her up roughly towards me, and wrapped my arms around her. Holding her head pressed to my chest, I hissed into her ears "Oh Jigna ... enough, baby ... enough ... you've given me more than I could ever ask for, baby ... enough..." my voice thick with lust, but loud enough for it to be heard by Kalpana aunty. As I pushed Jigna away from me, and cupped her face to look into her eyes, she began to speak "But, bhaiiyaa..." the protest evident in her eyes.
"Shhhh..." I cut her off, looking into her large beautiful eyes. "Won't you listen to your bhaiyya... ?" I asked her fiercely, clutching her firm shoulders hard, my eyes boring into hers. She blinked rapidly a couple of times, before answering "Yes ... yes, bhaiyya..." the confusion still writ large on her face. "Listen to me, baby..." I continued, taking a deep breath " ... your mummy takes care of all of us, doesn't she... ?" leading her on in the direction of the topic that she'd spoken about when the two of us were peeping on her parents.
"Uhh ... yes..." she mumbled, still struggling to figure out what I was driving at. "So..." I continued " ... isn't it our duty to take care of her too sometimes..." my voice soft but firm, as I looked intently into her eyes, trying to convey to her with my eyes what I had in mind. She stared at me for a brief moment, before comprehension dawned upon her. "Yes..." she breathed, turning to look at Kalpana aunty, her large eyes full of meaning. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I saw her watching us, her face flushed, and her eyes uncomprehending, as her massive bosom heaved gently with her deep breaths.
Without a word, I slid off the sofa on to the floor, and turned to face Kalpana aunty, resting on my knees. Jigna quickly slid to the other side, and positioned herself near her mother's left knee, even as I knelt down in front of her near her right leg. Placing a hand on her thigh, I looked up to her face and said softly "Aunty ... give me a chance to ... to express ... my love for you..." my voice thick with arousal, as I gazed into her stunned wide eyes.
"Beta ... what..." she began, her voice failing her, as she looked at me, embarrassed to the core, and unable to comprehend what I was up to. Her dusky wheat complexioned broad face, had arousal and incomprehension writ all over it, and a little gasp escaped her lips, as I slid my right hand down to her ankles, and began to push up the cheap cotton black petticoat she wore.
Alarmed, she reached out for me with her right hand, as she involuntarily jerked her feet away from me. "Beta ... what are you doing..." she gasped, her voice baredly audible, even as I grabbed her hand with which she'd reached out for me, with my left hand, and intertwined my fingers between hers. "Just for once, aunty ... trust me..." I said in a firm yet throaty whisper, as I slid closer to her feet on my knees, and once again began to push up her petticoat up her calves.
As Kalpana aunty shivered and cried out "Ohh...", Jigna reacted with alacrity and took hold of her mother's other hand. Taking hold of her mother's left hand in both of hers, Jigna held ito clasped to her, and said to her simply "Yes, mummy..." nodding her head at her mother. Gradually, I pushed up Kalpana aunty's old worn petticoat above her knees, baring her stout fleshy calves, those thick dimpled knees, and those incredibly heavy thighs. Like most Indian housewives, whose legs rarely saw the light of the day; her thick fleshy and stocky legs were distinctly fairer than her arms and face.
As her legs were bared, I knelt forward quickly ran the palm of my right hand along her thighs, further pushing up her petticoat. "Beta ... please..." she cried out, as I felt the goosebumps come up on her fleshy legs, and she attempted to snap her thighs shut. Holding her right hand firmly in my left, I inserted myself between her knees, and quickly reached to clasp one of her heavy firm massive 38-C breasts with my right hand.
Kneading the incredibly firm flesh of her mature breasts with my hand, I looked into her eyes, and said "Aunty ... just relax please..." my eyes burning like hot coals, even as my fingers kneaded her tit flesh like dough. Rubbing my thumb against those thick turgid dark brown pencil thick nipples of hers, I just looked at her magnificent heavy body, even as she shuddered and tried to pull her hands away from mine and Jigna's grasp.
But since neither of us let go of her hands, she had to contend with just squirming her torso, and pressing her chin to her shoulders, screwing her eyes shut, as the sensation of my hands fondling her breasts overtook her body. "Bettaa..." I heard her groan, screwing her eyes shut, even as I slid further forward on my knees between her thighs, and brought my face to her breasts. Thrusting my tongue out, I began to flick it against the thick erect nipple of her other breasts, my right hand continuing to squeeze and fondle the other one, even as I held her right hand firmly clasped in mine, on the side of her thighs.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 40
"Ssssss... " I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her entire body shivered with the sensations of arousal. It pleased me immensely to see the kind of effect I had on her by just licking on her nipples, and I found it surprising how sensitive she was to something as common place as a man suckling on her breasts. It went a long way in demonstrating how starved of loving sex she was, and I loved her for that. Opening my mouth, I clamped my mouth on her big heavy left breast, and began to suckle on it like a hungry child. "Ohhh bettaaa ... betaaa..." she moaned helplessly, even as Jigna watched with a teenage collegegirl's awe at the way I was pleasuring her mother.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched, pleased, as Jigna held her mother's left hand firmly clasped to her own young budding breasts, in an involuntary attempt to keep her mother's hand firmly in her grasp. My cock was rock hard once again, and I felt the tip of it scbang against the rough fabric of the sofa below. With a groan, I slid my mouth down her torso, and ran it along her belly, paying special attention to the deep navel between the fleshy folds of her belly.
Her entire body shuddered at the feel of my tongue in her belly button, and I felt her fingers clasp my hand tighter, even as she bit her lips, and involuntarily arched her back. That was the cue I was waiting for, and with snake like agility, I quickly maneuvered my shoulder under her knee, and slid her heavy right leg on to my left shoulder, causing her thighs to part further. "Betaaa ... noooo..." I heard her cry out hoarsely, as she realized what I was about to do, and attempted to clasp her thighs together once again by starting to pull her left leg towards me.
To my amazement, the sexy young Jigna immediately grabbed hold of her mother's left thigh, and pulled it towards her, firmly holding it in the crook of her arm. Playing the role of my assistant to perfection, she said to her mother in a soothing whisper "Mummy ... yes..." conveying to her with a firm nod of her head that she too wanted her to subject herself to my ministrations. Flashing a smile at Jigna, I quickly pushed up Kalpana aunty's petticoat above her waist, baring the the thick lips of her mature puffy vagina to my eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please..." I heard Kalpana moan in almost pleading voice, her face flushed red, and her eyes pleading with me to let go of her. In response, I just looked into her eyes, and said thickly "Aunty ... you're the most loving woman I've ever met..." even as I grazed my fingers gently against the thick puffy lips of her steaming hot pussy. A convulsive shudder went through her entire body, as I ran my thumb through the trimmed hair of cunt, the digit getting instantly wet with the copious amounts of vaginal fluids she'd already secreted.
In that position, with her right thigh resting on my muscular shoulders, bent upwards slightly, and her right thigh held firmly in place by her daughter, I slowly parted with thick puffy lips of her vagina, and slid my middle finger gently into the hot depths of her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she groaned, and jerked forward, nearly pulling her hand free of my grasp, as my middle finger slid inside the surprisingly tight cavity of her mature 38-year old cunt.
It never ceased to surprise me how firm Kalpana aunty's cunt felt despite her age; definitely tighter that that of the sexy 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. Jigna watched intently, as I began to deftly manipulate my finger in between her mother's cunt lips, thrusting my finger in up to my knuckles, and rotating my finger inside, stimulating the depths of her hot wet cunt! I noticed the way Jigna inadvertently clasped her own thighs together, as she watched me finger her mother's cunt steadily.
Beginning to slide my middle finger in and out of her steaming hot snatch rhythmically, I quickly slid in another finger too, and marveled at how her cunt muscles seemed to be contracting around my fingers. I was simultaneously stimulating ther thick erect clit under the puffy folds of her cunt lips, even as I began to finger fuck her harder, causing Kalpana aunty to start to moan steadily.
Without warning, I let go off her hand, and thrusting my hand under her knee, roughly pushed up her thighs. Even as she gasped, I thrust my mouth to Kalpana aunty's thick puffy mature hairy cunt, clamping my mouth on it. For a moment, the disconcerting thought flashed through my mind that I was going to suck on a cunt that had only some time back fucked, rather inadequately, by her husband's limp prick, and had even been ejaculated in. As the musky, and somewhat unpleasant odor of her vagina assailed my nostrils, I held my breath, and screwing my eyes shut, quickly discarded that thought from my head.
It was too late in the day to think about that now, and frankly I was so crazed with lust by now, that I was past caring. "Ohhhhhhh bettttaaaa ... noooooo..." Kalpana aunty cried out helplessly, as she felt my tongue begin to probe the depths of her sopping wet juicy cunt, lapping and sucking on it like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk.
So copious were the secretions from her vagina, that I felt the thick sticky fluids, cover my nostrils and lips, and even my chin! I felt her entire body wrack with convulsions, as her right thigh clamped down on my head, and her right hand, now free of my grasp, grabbed hold of my hair, tugging at it painfully. "Yesss, bhaiyyaa..." I heard the squeaky voice of the teenage Jigna gasp, as I felt a hand snake up towards my crotch, and soft fingers grasp my cock, which was straining and scbanging against the underside of the sofa.
"Ummmmm..." I groaned, partly aroused by the sensation of the hot young Jigna's action of holding my cock, and partly to relieve my own pent up arousal. Crazed my the immensely arousing action of Jigna reaching out to stroke my cock, even as I sucked on her mother's cunt like a man possessed, I quickly slid both of my middle fingers into Kalpana aunty's sopping wet cunt once again, beginning to rhythmically finger fuck her, even as I licked and sucked on her cunt at the same time.
I felt Kalpana aunty's hips starting to buck convulsively, and her thighs starting to quiver uncontrollably, and I sensed that Kalpana aunty, amazingly, was about to have an orgasm now! Suddenly I felt Jigna let go off my cock, and as I pulled my mouth away from Kalpana aunty's dripping wet cunt, to look at what Jigna was up to, I was stunned by the most amazing sight I'd seen so far this night! The hot lovely Jigna, had stood up, and had gone to stand next to her mother's shoulder, and was holding her twisting head in her slender arms, pressed to her own pert young bosom, comforting her mother, as she thrashed about in the throes of an impending orgasm!
I had never seen a more amazing sight than seeing this sexy young 16-year old teenage college girl, cradling her mother's head against her own firm ripe 32-B breasts, and gently caressing her heaving heavy 38-C breasts with her soft hands, in an attempt to comfort her! As I watched open mouthed, Kalpana aunty's eyes which were screwed shut, biting her lips, fluttered open, and she looked at me with an expression of unadulterated desire. "Take me now, beta ... take me..." she hissed in an almost dazed voice, urging me with even her eyes to fuck her now.
"Hnnnhh..." I groaned, unable to speak, as I heard Jigna add in a low husky whisper of her own "Yes, bhaiyya ... do it to mummy now ... please..." her voice aroused yet imploring, as she almost begged me with her eyes to fuck her mother now. Unable to take it anymore, I roughly pushed Kalpana aunty's thick stocky legs up towards her torso, allowing them to bend at the knees, as I got up on one knee, and positioned my straining rock hard cock at the entrance of her waiting cunt. I paused for a moment, letting the swollen blood gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock nudge against her wet puffy cunt lips, and looked hungrily into her eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please ... don't torment me anymore..." Kalpana aunty moaned helplessly, involuntarily thrusting her hips upwards in a futile attempt to suck my cock into her thick cunt. "Please, bhaiyyaa..." I heard Jigna's ragged whisper, sounding almost as if it was her tight young pussy that I was about to shove my rock hard cock into. With a last glance at Jigna's flushed aroused wide-eyed face, I thrust my hips forward, sending my swollen cock spearing into Kalpana aunty's hot wet cunt.
I felt Kalpana aunty's whole body go stiff, as her hand grabbed hold of my fore arm with superhuman strength, and her mouth opened wide in one prolonged silent cry of ecstasy. I felt her hot cunt muscles clasp my rigid cock like vacuum chamber, and her broad heavy hips, defying gravity, lifted themselves straight off the couch. "Aaaaaaaannnnngggggghhhhh..." I heard her emit a prolonged cry of sheer unadulterated ecstasy, as she threw her head back violently, and clenched my fore arm in a vice like grip.
Even before I could pull my cock back and start ramming into her, I felt her cunt begin to contract spasmodically, and her entire torso twist at an impossible angle, as she thrust her free hand into her mouth and bit into her hand, in an attempt to stifle the animal like cry that threatened to explode from her lungs. Incredibly, this 38-year old woman was having her orgasm, just as my cock had entered her. I watched dazed, as she bit her lips, and let out another animal like cry of "Eeeeeeeennnffffff..." unable to control herself as multiple pent up orgasms ravaged her heavy sexy body.
I just held my cock buried in her cunt, willing myself to stop my cock from exploding inside her, as her cunt went berserk on my cock, creating incredible sensations of contraction on my rock hard penis. After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided, and her eyes fluttered open. Two large dollops of tears rolled down the sides of her eyes, down her cheeks, as she looked at me helplessly, her mouth open, taking in deep lungfuls of breath.
"Ohhhh betttaa ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." she almost cried, extending one hand towards me, as if begging me to hold her hand. Alarmed, I took her hand in mind, and asked in a soft concerned voice "Aunty ... what happened ... why' are you... ?" my eyes conveying my alarm. I couldn't, for the heck of it, fathom why she was apologizing to me. "Betaa..." she cried in a barely audible voice " ... I couldn't control ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." burying her face in her hands.
"Ohh, aunty..." I exclaimed, marveling at how this woman could think about my pleasure even now, as I reached out to embrace her, my cock still buried in her cunt. "I wanted you to, aunty ... I wanted you to..." I said repeatedly, caressing her broad back, as she clung on to me, burying her face in my chest. As she raised her head from my chest, I began to pull out of her, when she grabbed hold of my shoulders, and said in a fierce whisper "No, beta ... no ... I want you to ... I want you to..." unable to complete her sentence, her eyes conveying the rest.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 41

 
"Oh, aunty ... it's ok..." I began to protest, even as she caught hold of my face by the side, and said in a thick voice, dripping with emotion "If you love me, beta ... I want you to ... if you love me..." her eyes wide and boring into mine. Embarrassed at her uninhibited display of love, I glanced at Jigna, who was watching us attentively, her lips parted. When she caught my glace, she swallowed, and sliding towards me quickly, pressed herself to my side, causing her ripe young breasts to press against my shoulders.
Placing her small tender palm on my back, she said in a soft whisper "Yes, bhaiyya..." nodding her head, and urging me in her own sexily innocent way, to fuck her mother. That did it for me, and with a groan, I repositioned myself on the other knee. "Yes, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper, her voice thick with anticipation, as she gazed at me intently. Like a beast let loose of its leash, I rammed my hip forward, and began to savagely fuck Kalpana aunty's thick willing cunt, enjoying the feel of my cock being squeezed by her cunt muscles, as she put in all her experience in milking my cock inside her cunt.
I watched, with a dazed expression, at the way her heavy firm fleshy breasts wobbled and shook, as my hips slapped into her pelvis, sending my almost ready to burst cock, ramming into her moist cunt. Within no time, I felt my balls contract, and I threw my head back, feeling the hot steaming semen begin to boil, my cock expanding to unbearable extents. "Yesss, betaaa..." I heard Kalpana aunty gasp, as the breath was expelled from her lungs with each thrust of mine, as she too felt my cock expand within the confines of her incredibly hot cunt.
"Auntieeee..." I cried out through clenched teeth " ... I'm ... I'm cumminnggg..." feeling the semen begin to course through the veins of my cock. Not wanting to ejaculate inside her in front of her daughter, I began to pull my cock out of her cunt, only to be stopped by Kalpana aunty. Wrapping her thick calves around my buttocks, she shook her head, and said "No, beta ... I want you to..." letting her eyes say the rest, even as she pulled me towards her pelvis with her legs.
"No aunty ... I shouldn't..." I muttered, exercising the last drop of restraint inside me, as I shook my head and said " ... not without a condom, aunty ... not without a condom..." looking into her eyes, and indicating towards Jigna, who was watching this attentively, wide eyed and open mouthed. Realizing what I was trying to do, Kalpana aunty blinked her eyes rapidly, and whispered "Uhh ... yes ... you're right, beta ... you're right..." her eyes conveying my gratitude to me for setting an example in front of her impressionable teenage daughter.
As I pulled my jerking, quivering, ready to explode cock from her vagina, Kalpana aunty said to me "Come here, beta..." pulling me to my feet, as she said that. As I stood up, my cock swollen painfully, and standing rigidly in front of her like a hot steel rod, she gently took it in her hand. I had to stifle a groan as she held my slimy bursting cock gingerly, as her touch itself almost made me come.
As Kalpana aunty began to stroke my cock, and leaned forward with an intent to take my cock into her mouth at the same time, I heard Jigna speak in a barely audible squeak "Mummy ... can I... ?" looking at her mother with an aroused expression on her face, her eyes conveying the rest. It took me a moment to realize that this sexy young teenage college girl was asking her mother if she could jerk me off. Kalpana aunty, clearly unsettled, took a moment to react, before glancing up at me. Then suddenly, she smiled warmly, at said to her daughter softly "Of course, beta ... but just be gentle..." as she lovingly guided her daughter's small soft hands to my swollen quivering manhood.
"Ohhhhh..." I groaned, as I felt Jigna's soft hands on my impossibly swollen cock, and I reached out to grab hold of her head as she knelt by the side of my legs. Pressing her face to my thighs, I watched, crazed with lust, as the sexy teenage Jigna began to almost gingerly stroke my cock, watching it with rapt attention, her lips slightly parted, as the swollen cock head, reddened further with the blood pumped into it.
As Jigna gingerly stroked my cock, Kalpana aunty placed her hand lovingly on my thighs, and pulled me closer to her, till my cock was just in front of her face. Without a word, she leaned forward, and opening her mouth, took the swollen mushroom-shaped tip of my cock into her loving mouth, even as her daughter continued to stroke the shaft. That did it for me, and with an animal like grunt, I threw my head back, and let my cock spew out its hot boiling semen. I felt Kalpana aunty gasp as the first hot burst of my boiling ejaculation spurted out of the slit of my cock inside her mouth.
Aghast, I instinctively pulled myself away from her, causing my cock to slip out of her mouth, even as Jigna let out a soft girlish cry of surprise, as my jerking cock spewed forth thick ropey wads of semen, in burst after burst. Dazed, I watched as the second burst landed on Kalpana aunty's chest and dribbled down to her huge fleshy breasts, and the third, in my convulsive jerks, landed on the lovely Jigna's face. "Ohhhh ... I'm so sorrryyy..." I cried out in alarm at having come on the loving Jigna's face right in front of her mother, and began to pull her hand away from my cock, which was still holding on to it determinedly.
"Bhaiyyyaa ... it's ok..." I heard the hot Jigna utter in almost a whisper, as she refused to let go off my cock, and watched, almost lovingly, as the last few spurts of my ejaculation, landed on her slender shoulders, neck, and lovely young breasts. As I almost fell forward helplessly, my body drained of fluids and energy, limply resting one hand on Kalpana aunty's broad shoulder, and the other on Jigna's slender one, I heard Kalpana aunty gently tell Jigna "Now you can let go of it, beta..." indicating to her to let go off my already dropping cock.
As Jigna gingerly let go off my cock, her hands slimy with my cum, Kalpana aunty caressed my thighs and said to me softly "Beta ... it's ok ... it's ok..." soothing me with her soft voice, trying to reassure me that it was ok that I had come on her daughter. My head swimming with the effort, I somehow stumbled on to the sofa, by the side of Kalpana aunty, even as I felt Jigna come and sit by my side, quickly wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and cradling my limp head against her chest.
Breathing heavily, my chest heaving, as I felt my face being cradled against the soft pliant flesh of Jigna's teenage breasts, I found myself sending up a silent prayer to the Gods of Love. As Jigna caressed my chest gently, the motherly instincts of the girl taking over, I felt Kalpana aunty also lean towards me, and place a soft hand on my thighs, caressing them, as I felt the firmness of her heavy mature breasts press against my shoulder. As I sat between these two incredibly loving women, drained and struggling to restore my breath, I thought to myself "Well, if this isn't heaven ... I don't know what is..."
To my own amazement, I felt my eyes begin to close, and my head begin to swim. I couldn't recollect the last time I'd had such an intense orgasm. The last thing I heard before my drooping eyelids closed, was Jigna asking her mother in a concerned girlish voice "Is bhaiyya OK, mummy... ?" Just the sound of her voice made me smile dreamily, even as I barely heard Kalpana aunty reply softly "Yes, beta ... he's just ... just tired now..." almost smiling at her daughter, as she sought to allay her innocent and incredibly loving daughter's concern for me, before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, my throat parched with thirst. It took me a few moments to get my bearings; and when I squinted through half closed eyes, I could see bright morning sunlight streaming through the windows. My body ached, and I wondered what was wrong with my bed, as I groaned and sat up. That's when I realized where I was, and the events of the past night came rushing back to me. Aghast, I looked down at my torso, and was surprised to see that not only was I fully clothed in the t-shirt and shorts that Kalpana aunty had lent me, but a sheet had also been put over me. I hadn't even realized when Kalpana aunty had put the clothes on me during the night.
"Good morning..." I heard a cheerful voice from across the room, and when I looked, I saw Jatin bhai beaming at me, a big smile on his cherubic face, as she sat on the sofa near the door, reading a newspaper. "Uh ... good morning, uncle..." I mumbled, as I glanced at the clock and realized it was past 9:30 in the morning. Just as I was cursing myself for having overslep, I saw Kalpana aunty enter the living room, carrying a tray with a hot steaming cup of tea for me. "Did you sleep well, beta... ?" she asked me cheerfully, as she handed me the cup of tea. "Uhh ... yes, aunty ... thanks..." I mumbled awkwardly, unable to meet her eyes, as I felt my cock stiffen straightaway, thinking about the events of last night.
As I sipped on my tea, I saw that Kalpana aunty was still standing there. When I glanced up at her, I saw that she was gazing at me, an affectionate smile on her face. Whatever apprehensions I had about the occurrences of last night, partly dissipated, when I saw the radiance on Kalpana aunty's face. She seemed to have had her bath already, and her wet hair was tied with a thin cotton towel to absorb the remaining moisture.
"I tried to wake you up in the morning..." she began, still smiling fondly " ... to take you to the bedroom so that you could sleep comfortably ... but you were so deep in sleep ... I didn't want to disturb you..." her voice gentle. "Uh ... thanks aunty ... I had a sound sleep..." I mumbled, returning her smile awkwardly. "Good..." Jatin bhai beamed, as he added " ... then why don't you freshen up quickly ... so we can have breakfast ... I was waiting for you only..." running his hand over his big pot belly, a stupid grin on his face. I got up and stretched, and headed towards their bathroom, which was in the small courtyard behind their house.
Just as I was splashing water on my face, I sensed someone at the open door of the bathroom. Kalpana aunty stood there, clutching a clean white towel. "Here, beta..." she said, extending the towel to me. I was still extremely uncomfortable in her presence, and avoided looking at her as I took the proferred towel, and mumbled my thanks. "Jigna also tried to wake you up before she left for college..." Kalpana aunty said softly, gazing at me lovingly. "Oh..." was all I was able to manager, as I finished wiping my face, and hung up the towel on a hook behind the bathroom door. She made no attempt to let me pass, and just stood there at the door, gazing at me with an enigmatic expression on her face. We stood there awkwardly in silence for a few moments before I found my voice and said "Uh ... aunty ... I know you must hate me for what happened yesterday..."
Before I could complete my sentence, she was next to me in a flash, and had her index finger on my lips. "Shhh, beta ... aisa nahi bolte..." she said in a soft voice, her large eyes on mine, and her other hand resting on my chest. "It was a very special night for me..." she continued in a soft voice soft " ... and for Jigna too..." her voice a barely audible whisper. As I struggled to find something to say to her, she added "And, beta ... I know how much you care about us ... and I know that you will never hurt me ... or Jigna..." coming closer to me till I could feel her heavy body almost touching mine.
Clutching my hand and placing it on her magnificent bosom, she said with some emotion "I trust you, beta ... and ... I know that in your hands ... my daughter is safe..." her pudgy hand pressing my palm to the firm mass of her breasts under the saree. My cheeks flushed red, and I could feel a lump come up in my throat. Swallowing, I looked into her eyes, and said "I promise you, aunty ... that I will never ever break your trust ... and ... that I will always ... always take care of Jigna..." my voice a husky whisper. "I know, beta ... I know..." she replied immediately, that wide smile creasing her broad weather-beaten face again. On an instinct, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly on her forehead, a gesture which caused her to face to flush with genuine joy. With that, she stepped back, and I headed to their bedoom to change into my clothes.
As I peeled off the t-shirt I was wearing, I saw something fall out of the t-shirt. Intrigued, I bent down to pick it up, and realized that it was a small piece of folded paper. Opening it, I saw that it was a message for me from the sexy Jigna, written with a pencil in her rather clumsy hand writing. "I love you, bhaiyya!" it said simply. I stared at this little piece of paper for a minute, a range of emotions coursing through me. Suddenly, I felt disgusted with myself for leading on this young impressionable girl like this, and crumpling the piece of paper, flung it away in disgust to one corner of the room. I was furious with myself, as I threw off the shorts I was wearing, and changed into my own clothes. As I brushed my disheveled hair into some semblance of order, I caught the reflection of the crumpled ball of paper in the other corner of the room.
Jigna's tender face, her wide eyes, and the expression of hurt in her eyes, if she saw the piece of paper lying there in the room, flashed before my eyes. With an audible groan, I dropped the hair brush on the night stand, and went to pick up the crumpled of paper. With a sigh, I straightened the paper, and smoothened the crumples on it. Shaking my head, I folded it carefully, and put it inside one of the inside pockets of my wallet. "Just don't screw this one up, boy ... just don't screw this one up..." I heard a voice inside my head tell me, as I took a deep breath and re-entered their living room. After a hearty breakfast, during which the annoying Jatin bhai tried his best to convince me on why I should be investing money in the stock market, I took leave of this incredible household, and headed home.
Upon reaching home, I hit the shower straightaway, and spent a long time under it, as if trying to wash away the 'sins' I had committed the previous night. All of a sudden, I missed my parents. I was beginning to get tired of living alone, and was beginning to feel rather lonely. On the one hand, I was in a position that would be the envy of many, with numerous carnal relationships being established with the women and girls living around the vicinity. But on the other hand, I also knew that I was treading on thin ground, and that the bubble could burst as easily as it had formed.
As I came out of the shower, toweling myself dry, I made up my mind that I would get out of the house at any cost today, and spend the day with some of my friends, whom I had not caught up with in quite some time. With that in mind, I settled down in the couch in the living room, and called up my closest friend. To my disappointment, he was not at home, and his mother had no idea what time he would be back. One after the other, I called up all of the guys who were still in town. As luck would have had it, not one of them was available today.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 42

 
Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I'd noted down all my friends' phone numbers, on to the corner table. That's when I noticed a little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the small boutique store run by my father's friend. I had almost forgotten about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her number, I reaized that she had told me when she gave her number that she got back from work only after 7 pm. Placing the handset back in the cradle, I sat back in the couch, wondering what to do next.
After a moment's thought, I decided that I would just go to the store on the pretext of picking up some stuff for myself. Brightening at the thought, I got up and went up to my room to change. Within no time, I was zooming on my bike towards the center of the city, where my dad's friend store was located. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning when I reached the store. Parking my bike and locking my helmet in place, I walked into the store. The cool air conditioned environment inside was a welcome change to the oppressive heat outside, and just as I walked in, the store manager jumped out of his seat, the usual big smile of welcome on his face. "Welcome, sir ... welcome..." he greeted me effusively, pumping my hand vigorously.
As I returned his greetings, he asked "Today you have come alone only, sir..." a classical salesman's designed-to-please smile on his face. "Yes, today I have come alone..." meeting his eye, and returning his smile " ... to see if there's something I can get in your store for myself..." Before I could complete, he exclaimed "Oh, of course sir, of course ... we have many brands here which you will like ... I'm sure you will find something to your taste..." grabbing me by my hand and leading me inside. As he led me to the small reception area of his store, he called for a cold drink to be bought for me.
As I looked around, wondering where the sexy Sapna was, I said casually "Actually, I have never ever looked at the men's section in your store ... so it will help if you could get someone to help me select..." my voice even, as I sipped on the cold drink. "Of course, sir ... of course..." he replied enthusiastically. After a brief pause, he added "Shall I ask the same girl who helped you last time, sir ... Sapna..." his tone a little odd, and a hint of a smile on his face. I scrutinized his expression for a brief moment, trying to make out if he had figured out my interest in his employee. Seeing no semblance of ridicule in his eyes, I replied coolly "Yes, that would be fine..." finishing my cold drink, and holding out the empty glass, which he took from my hand with alacrity.
Just as he called out for Sapna, the other young male sales attendant, who was standing attentively there, said to him softly "Sir, Sapna is with that lady customer who came in some time back..." The boy seemed to be of about my age, and seemed to be working here during his summer break to earn some pocket money. Turning to him with annoyance, the store manager said "Arree ... you go and tell Sapna to come here immediately ... and you go attend to that lady ... as such itself she comes here only to waste our time ... never buys anything..." the last sentence said with a smile towards me.
"Yes, sir..." the salesboy mumbled, as he hastened up the stairs, probably happy that he could attend to a lady customer, as against the men whom he usually had to attend to. As the salesboy went up, the store manager turned to me, and said in his inimitable designed-to-please style "In fact, only yesterday I was telling Sapna that it has been many days since Jignesh bhai paid a visit to our store..." smiling broadly at me. I muttered something in response, as I began to walk around the display area on the ground floor, which was mostly for leather accessories, designer watches, and imported perfumes. As I was engrossed in checking out some of the watches on display, I heard a soft feminine voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw the young salesgirl Sapna standing there, her hands clasped together in front of her, and a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes were lit up with pleasure, as she greeted me with a "Hello, sir..." Smiling back at her in return, I replied "Hello, Sapna..." as I put the watch that I had been inspecting, back in the display case. As always, she was dressed in the ubiquitous salesgirl's uniform of a black women's trouser, tastelfully cut, and a simple white collared and buttoned, full sleeved top. "Sapna ... today Jignesh sir is here to look at some things for himself, so you please attend to him well..." the store manager instructed her formally for my benefit, the omnipresent smile never leaving his face.
"Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." Sapna replied, her eyes on me, even as she couldn't help but smile with pleasure at me. "Please, sir ... Sapna will escort you now..." the store manager said, waving his hand in the direction of the first floor, where the men's section was. Nodding my thanks, I followed Sapna up the stairs to the first floor. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked inside the well fitting formal women's trouser that she was wearing. At this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the fabric of her trousers.
This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storeyed independent bungalow owned by my father's friend. Some of the walls separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While the ground floor housed the reception and billing area, and the accessories section I mentioned earlier, the first floor housed the garments section, the men's and women's sections being separate. Access to the first floor was by way of an ornate spiral staircase from the large hall in the ground floor, and it was on these stairs that I was following Sapna upwards.
As I followed Sapna up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how firm and sexy her 21-year old body was under her salesgirl's uniform. Just as we reached the large hall that housed the men's section on the first floor, Sapna turned towards me and said "It is very nice to see you, sir ... after so many days..." smiling pleasantly. "Same here, Sapna..." I replied, smiling back at her, even as I looked her in the eye. We were now in the men's section which was lined with large racks with rows of men's clothings lined up neatly by size.
The good thing about this store was that since it was a speciality boutique, and rather upmarket at that, very few people came here. The clientele were mostly regulars, and marketing was purely by word of mouth. Much to my relief, there was no other customer in the men's section at this time. As Sapna saw me assess the garments, she said in a hesitating voice "Um ... sir, to be frank with you ... we don't have much variety for men here ... because most customers here are ladies only..." an almost apologetic tone to her voice.
Deciding it was time to make my move, I moved close to her and said in a soft voice "Sapna ... to be frank with you too ... I did not come here to buy anything ... I came here to meet you..." winking at her as I said that. The color rushed to her cheeks as she heard this, and with an embarrassed smile, she replied "Oh, sir ... I thought you had forgotten about me..." her voice low, as she threw a furtive glance towards the door of the hall. She had begun to subconsciously fidget with the collar of her white long-sleeved top; even as I took my time taking a good look at her body under her clothes.
She was barely 21, probably just out of college, and had a slim medium-sized body. Judging by the firm swell of her breasts under the top, I estimated that she probably wore a 32-B size bra, which had padded cups. Her figure was sufficiently curvy, her torso narrowing to a slender waist, and then flaring out into relatively wider hips, adorned by a tight compact butt. Her thighs filled the legs of the trousers well, and she wore a pair of simple black sandals on her feet.
As I appraised her body, I saw her nervously push back a stray strand of hair from her face, the hair being tied behind her head in a simple pony. Moving closer to her purposefully, I placed my right hand on her waist, and said "No, Sapna ... I did not forget you..." squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, as I looked her in the eye, a hint of a smile on her face. Had I dared to touch any other salesgirl in a store like this, I'd have probably got a tight slap by now.
But I knew fully well that this girl would do no such thing. Irrespective of whether she liked me or not, given the fact that over my last three visits, I had paid her almost 3,000/- rupees by way of tips, I knew very well that she would not do anything to displease me. "Sir..." I heard her whisper softly, as her eyes flew nervously to the opening of the hall, afraid of either her boss or her colleague spotting us. "Sir..." she continued " ... I ... uhh ... get free at 7 pm ... after that I am free..." her voice tentative. "Hmm..." I muttered in response, contemplating on whether I should take up her offer.
"And by what time do you have to get back home... ?" I asked her, still keeping my left hand on her slender waist. "I don't have a house here, sir..." she replied, looking at me even as she continued to fidget, but making no attempt to pull away. "I live in a hostel, sir..." she added. "Hmm ... OK..." I replied, still unable to decide on whether I should plan to take her out. Squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, I said "Where would you like to go, Sapna... ?" smiling at her affably. "Ohh ... anywhere you like, sir ... anywhere..." she replied immediately, blushing a bit as she smiled back at me.
"Alright ... then let's go out for dinner..." I said, making up my mind " ... if you don't mind, that is..." once again smiling at her pleasantly. "Oh, of course ... sure, sir..." she blurted out, the surprise and pleasure evident on her face. She was a somewhat dark girl, and as I gazed at her, I felt a strong longing to possess her. She seemed to be thinking of something, so I asked "Why ... is there a problem... ?"
She hesitated before answering "No, sir ... of course not ... it's just that I'm ... I'm not properly dressed ... I mean ... I will be in my uniform, sir..." touching her collar self-consciously once again. Hearing this, I smiled and said "Don't bother about that ... after all, it's not your clothes that I care about ... it's about you..." squeezing the slender taut flesh of her waist once again. She blushed once again at my remark, and even though she continued fidgeting with her collar, I could see that she was visibly pleased.
Just as I finished, I heard voices from the other section, and said aloud "Umm ... can you show me some jeans..." making sure my voice was loud enough to be heard in the other section too. "Oh sure, sir..." Sapna replied quickly, as she bustled towards one of the racks where row upon rows of denims were stacked neatly. Glancing at the opening of the hall, I saw that the lady customer who was already in the store when I reached, was heading down, followed by the salesboy who followed her like an obedient college kid.
Walking towards the landing area, from where one could look at the hall on the ground floor, I saw that two more women had come into the store, and the store manager was engaged in attending to them pick some fashion accessories, even as the lady from the first floor busied herself with looking over stuff too. Even though I'd set up the date with Sapna, it'd have looked odd if I left without picking up anything. So, I too busied myself looking through the stacks of designer jeans that were on display.
Though I was quite good at helping others shop, I was quite poor when it came to selecting anything for my own self. Turning to Sapna, I said "Why don't you select a few pairs of jeans for me ... I'm not good at selecting clothes for myself..." smiling at her once again.
"Sure, sir ... sure..." she replied enthusiastically. "Umm ... your waist size is 30 ... right sir... ?" she asked. "I guess so ... but I'm not sure..." I replied " ... why don't you check... ?" keeping a straight face. She had sized me up perfectly and I knew that my waist size was 30, but I still wanted her to measure.
"Sure, sir..." she replied automatically, reaching into the pocket of her black formal tight-fitting trousers to pull out the ubiquitous measuring tape. Unwinding the tape, she looked at me and said "Umm ... sir ... could you... ?" indicating to me that she wanted me to lift my shirt up so that she could measure my waist. I was wearing a pair of old faded jeans with a checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked. Leaning forward, she proceeded to run the measuring tape around my waist, her eyes taking in the tautness of my belly, and the beginning of those elusive abdominal packs that I'd been working on developing.
As she bent forward, the neck of her white collared three-quarter sleeved top fell forward, giving me a view of her neckline and black bra she wore underneath to support her firm medium-sized breasts. Almost instantly, I felt my cock stiffen, and I was tempted to thrust my hand inside the neckline of her top to cup her breasts. "Yes, sir ... it's 30..." she said, as she let go of one end of the tape, and straightened. As she straightened, she caught me glancing at her cleavage, and once again blushed visibly; the color rushing to her dark face.
"And you must be 32... 32-B..." I said to her with a grin, winking at her. This time, she blushed even more violently, and her right hand automatically flew to the top most button of her white top, even as she looked at me with a mixture of surprise, shame, and pleasure. We were in between two large full-height racks of clothes, and even though there was no one else in the men's section, there was always the risk of someone coming. "Let me see if I'm right..." I continued, smiling at her suggestively, even as she inadvertently began to bite her lips. Without a word, I reached out for her with my left hand, and clutching her waist, pulled her closer to me.
"Sir..." I heard her whisper, accompanied by a sharp intake of air, even as she nervously glanced down the aisle to check if anyone else was there. As I held her inches away from me, my hand resting on her waist, I looked into her eyes intently and said "Do you mind, Sapna... ?" my voice low. "No ... no, sir..." she said in a barely audible whisper, even as I felt her body tense, and her breath quicken. Without another word, I reached up with my right hand, and gently placed my palm on the swell of her breast under that white collared uniform top of hers.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 43

I heard the sharp intake of breath and her body went stiff, as I placed my hand on her firm breast through the top, and gently ran it over her breasts, feeling the firmness of it through her padded bra. Feeling the near perfect roundness of her firm young breasts, I said "You have a lovely figure, Sapna..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank ... thank you, sir..." she replied automatically, her voice a thick whisper as she kept glancing down the aisle nervously. I was sorely tempted to rip open the buttons of her top and feast on her breasts. Instead, I slid my right hand down her torso, feeling the curves of her slender waist, till it came to rest on the compact butt encased inside those figure-hugging black formal trousers of hers. She had an incredibly firm butt, and as my fingers automatically closed to squeeze the taut muscles of her butt, I simultaneously slid my left hand upwards.
Gently lifting her dark beautiful face, I gazed at her for a while, watching her eyes flutter, her lips quiver, and her breath coming out in short shallow gasps. Without a word, I leant forward, and gently pressed my lips to hers. I felt her entire body go stiff once again, and her hands automatically clutched my waist. The touch of my lips seemed to switch on something inside her, and with a soft moan, she closed her eyes and pressed herself to me; wrapping her arms around my back in the process. Pleasantly surprised, I then proceeded to kiss her gently, probing her lips with my tongue, and then gently easing my tongue into her mouth.
As our tongues intertwined, I heard another soft moan escape her. Responding with fervor, she began to kiss me back passionately, parting her lips wider, and pressing her firm young body against mine. The bulge of my cock was now firmly wedged against her taut belly, and as she pressed herself against me, I felt my cock stiffen and grow larger inside the confines of my briefs. Not wanting to let things get out of hand, I gently pulled my lips away from hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she just stood there leaning against me, her head thrown back slightly, her eyes closed, and her lips parted; as if not wanting the moment to end.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, caressing her cheeks. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to emerge from her dreamy stupor. I'd never known another girl to get so turned on by just a kiss. She seemed to have lost her bearings momentarily, and as her eyes focused on me; I saw the color rush to her dark face once again. As I let go of her, she hastily pulled away, mumbling "Sorry, sir..." suddenly ashamed of her behavior. "Don't be..." I said simply, smiling at her, and reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I'll see you in the evening, alright... ?" I said with a smile, watching her nervousness with some amusement.
"Unnhh..." she mumbled, nodding her head in the affirmative, unable to speak. It was just about time, for I heard voices behind the rack of clothes that we stood, ostensibly of some other customer who had come in. Randomly picking up two pairs of jeans, I said to her "OK ... I think I'll take these two..." my voice loud enough for whoever had walked in. "Sure, sir..." Sapna replied with a smile, recovering from her stupor by now. As I turned to walk away, I heard her say behind me "Sir..." I turned around to look at her, as she slowly walked up to me.
Nervously pushing back a stray stand of hair, she looked into my eyes and said "Sir ... are you ... are you serious ... about ... about meeting me in the evening... ?" her voice quavering. Just that kiss seemed to have switched on something inside her, and all her professionalism seemed to have disappeared, as she looked into my eyes with those dark beautiful eyes of hers. Tilting my head to one side, I reached out to touch her cheek again, and replied "Yes, Sapna ... I'm serious ... very serious..." a warm smile on my face. Her quavering lips broke into a smile at that, and I could see something like relief mixed with pleasure was over her face.
"OK, sir..." she replied simply, as she dropped her gaze. Taking the two pairs of jeans from hand, she said "I will help you get this billed, sir..." trying her level best to resume her professional demeanor. She stopped midway, and turned around. Clutching the clothes, she looked into my eyes, and said in a serious tone "Sir ... please ... please don't tip me today..." her voice unsteady, as she looked at me with a serious expression. In response, I just nodded, realizing that to tip her now would seem like an insult to her. My respect for her had just gone up by a few notches, and inwardly I was very pleased she'd said that. After paying for my purchases at the counter, I left the store and headed back home.
As I rode back, I wondered what I would to kill the time till evening. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was beating down mercilessly. Feeling thirsty, I decided to stop at a shop that I used to frequent as a college goer for a cold drink. The shop was run by a local cooperative society and was very popular with college kids since they sold most stuff a little below the MRP. It was located on the corner of a tree-lined road that housed most of the educational institutes in the city. Even though that was not the route to my house, I decided to go there as I enjoyed sitting on the wooden benches next to the shop, under the cool shade of trees.
As I parked my bike and slung my helmet over the handle bar, I saw that there were a bunch of college students standing by their bicycles next to the shop, enjoying some ice candies in that hot summer afternoon. I was reminded of my own college days when we used to frequent this place for a 'treat' of the delicious orange ice candies. As I walked up towards the shop, I saw Mayuri ben's daughter, Amisha, in the group, chatting away gaily with a group of boys and girls. Someone from the group would have recognized me, for suddenly Amisha turned around with a squeal of "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." and bounded up towards me.
Pleasantly surprised, I grinned broadly as I replied "Hi, Amisha..." even as I scanned the group to see if there were any of the other girls I'd met at her birthday party. The first girl I noticed was Amisha's best friend, the sexy Barbie-doll like Krutika. As Amisha invited me to join their group, I also realized that there were two other girls whom I'd met at the birthday party. One was the skinny Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who was always giggling, and with whom I'd flirted lavishly at the party.
The other was the slim, dark Mallu girl, Mini, whom I'd kissed secretly in Mayuri ben's kitchen, and who turned me on immensely. After getting myself a Thums Up, I followed Amisha to where the other girls stood by their bicycles, licking on their ice candies. "Girls ... I hope you all remember Jignesh bhaiya..." Amisha announced as she led me to the group. There were smiles and answers of 'yes' all round. "Hello ladies..." I greeted them cheerfully, eliciting laughs and giggles from all of them.
There were a few other boys and girls too, whom I didn't know, and as Amisha introduced me to them, I greeted each one of them with a cheerful hello. They were already through with their ice candies, and were all standing around in a group, when I announced "How about another round of ice cream... ?" smiling broadly at all of them. Except for Krutika, who responded immediately, her face lighting up with a smile, the rest just stood there fidgeting, looking at each other.
I realized that most of the others would have probably exhausted their pocket money for the day, and hence were awkward. "It's a treat from me..." I added immediately, smiling broadly at all of them. Everybody smiled at that, and without waiting for an answer, I turned around and began to walk up the shop counter. Krutika was the first to follow me, and was soon followed by the others. There was the usual chatter about who wanted what flavor, and there was further confusion and much debate when we realized that the shop keeper had run out of many of the popular flavors.
Those days, vanilla ice cream scoops in a tall glass full of a cola like Thums Up, commonly known as 'Float Pepsi" was very popular among teenagers. When I suggested that, everyone let out a loud hoot of assent, and agreed readily. Amisha was by my side all the time, clutching my arm, and leading me around, as if trying to let everyone know whose friend I was in the first place. And as we stood around the parked bicycles, enjoying our ice cream & cola mix, I couldn't help but notice how sexy she always looked to me in that college uniform of hers comprising of a beige knee-length pleated skirt, a white half-sleeved shirt, and a dark brown tie, loosened at the neck with the top button of the shirt undone. I also loved the way she would brush her firm young breasts under the shirt, against my arm, on the pretext of saying something to me.
After finishing their ice cream, the ones from the group, whom I had not known earlier, thanked me politely, and asked for permission to leave. As that group walked to their bicycles, Amisha excused herself and went to talk to one of the girls from that group. As was usually the case after having ice cream on a hot sunny afternoon, I felt thirsty, and walked up the shop counter to buy a bottle of packaged drinking water. As I waited at the counter, as the shop keeper got a bottle of chilled water from the refrigerator, I saw Krutika come up to me.
Now Krutika had to be the sexiest college girl I had ever known, with flawless milky white complexion, a lovely figure, and an incredibly pretty Barbie-doll like face. Unlike the usually shapeless uniforms of most college girls, hers was tailored impeccably and fitted her structure beautifully. She even walked with the poise of a professional model, swinging her hips imperceptibly, and adding to her allure. As she came and stood by my side at the shop counter, and rested her elbows on the glass top of the counter, I leaned forward, and resting my elbows too on the glass top, said to her with a smile "You know, Krutika ... I think you can be a model..." my voice soft, and my eyes gazing into hers.
I saw her blush at my comment, and her already pink cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Really ... you are simply lovely ... I really think you have what it takes to be good at modeling..." I continued, smiling at her, and letting my elbows brush against hers. "Oh, no..." was all she could muster, even though I could make out from her expression that she was really pleased. The old shop keeper had got the bottles of water by then, and as I unscrewed the cap of one bottle and took a long swig, I heard her ask "Bhaiyaa ... do you really think so... ?" the color still on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile on her pink lips.
"Absolutely..." I said matter of factly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. We saw Amisha walking up towards the counter, and immediately put an end to the topic, but not before we'd exchanged knowing looks with each other. Taking the other bottles of water, we walked back to where the other girls, Gunjan and Mini, stood. Handing one bottle to the giggly Gunjan, I said "Water for you, ma'am..." bowing my head and courtesing her with a smile. Clutching her mouth to cover her teeth which were covered with braces, she giggled and took the bottle from my hand. The others too laughed at my teasing of Gunjan. Finishing my bottle of water, I walked back towards the shop counter to pay the shop keeper.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 44
The dusky Keralite girl, Mini, followed me, carrying the glasses in which we'd had the ice-cream & cola. As I'd mentioned earlier, Mini had this inherent raw sexuality that some girls seem to ooze, and she had all the cockiness associated with a girl who knew she could attract guys, and loved the attention too. Her skirt was a wee-bit shorter than most of the other girls, and ended just above her knees. And like Amisha and Krutika, she too wore a bra under her white uniform shirt, without the ubiquitous petticoat, which was considered unfashionable by many of these MTV generation collegegirls.
Her firm young 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, and she made it a point to thrust her chest out, as if to accentuate the shape of her breasts. As she came up to the counter and placed the empty glasses on the counter, she smiled at me coquettishly, fidgeting with the single short braid of her hair, which was slung across her left shoulder. There was a trace of ice cream on the corner of her mouth, and without a word, I reached out with my left hand, and wiped it with my index finger.
"Ohh..." she gasped at this unexpected touch of her lips by me. Her face relaxed and she smiled when I showed her my finger, with that drop of ice cream still on it. Without a word, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, closing my eyes, as if with pleasure. Opening my eyes, I smiled at her said "You know what, Mini ... I wish I could have licked it off your lips itself..." running my tongue across my lips, even as she blushed violently and glanced nervously at the group standing some distance away.
Putting the change I'd received from the shopkeeper back in my wallet, we walked back towards the group. Just as we were about to reach where the others stood, I felt Mini clutch my elbow from behind furtively and whisper "Bhaiyya ... thank you..." giving my elbow a squeeze, and at the same time brushing her pert young tits against my arm. Krutika and Mini lived in the same colony, so the two of them waved goodbyes to me and left on their bicycles. Amisha and Gunjan hung around, and walked with me towards where my bike was parked. "So, girls ... what plans now ... headed home... ?" I asked the two of them casually.
"Umm ... yes..." replied Amisha, looking expectantly at me, as if expecting me to propose something. Glancing at Gunjan, I saw that she too was looking at me. As my eyes met hers, she smiled awkwardly, displaying the mouthful of braces that she wore to keep her protruding teeth in check. There was something about a teenage girl wearing braces that turned me on immensely, and Gunjan, despite being the skinny type with an awkward demeanour, was no exception. Her mannerism was typical of girls who'd grown up without a male sibling in the house; and hence conveyed an impression of adulation towards relatively elder and self-assured guys like me.
As both girls fidgeted with their college uniform skirts and looked expectantly at me, I said "Would you two like to go for a movie... ?" smiling at them naughtily. "Ohh, yes ... sure..." Amisha exclaimed almost immediately, her face brightening up with a big smile. I had expected such a response from her; always game for some excitement as she was. Gunjan, however, seemed to be a bit apprehensive. "But looks like Gunjan isn't too sure..." I said, looking at Gunjan and continuing to smile. She blushed again, and her hands automatically went to her mouth to cover her braced teeth.
"Umm, no ... but..." she mumbled, glancing at Amisha somewhat nervously. "Oh, come on ... we'll just call up home ... and I'll say I am going to your house for doing homework ... and you say that you are going to my house for homework ... simple..." Amisha said definitively, taking command of the situation. I couldn't help but admire this sexy teenager for her guts. That seemed to do the trick for Gunjan, and I saw her giggle and nod her head vigorously. "Oh, yes ... yes ... that's a good idea..." she gushed, the words coming out in a jumbled rush through, the braces hampering her speech in her excitement. "Wonderful..." I said, clapping my hands together.
Elated at having convinced these two teenage college girls to come for a movie with me, I arranged for their bicycles and college bags to be left at the rear of the shop; a 50-rupee note doing the trick with the old shopkeeper, who was more than happy to take care of the girls' belongings. As I kicked started the bike and pulled on my helmet, I saw that the two girls were waiting, as if unsure of who should get on the bike first. Pushing up the visor of my helmet, I said "You sit in the middle, Gunjan ... Amisha has more experience of sitting on a bike, so let her sit behind you..." I saw Gunjan glance at Amisha once again, as if seeking her opinion, and upon a nod from Amisha, she smiled brightly and said "Ok, bhaiyyaa..." her braces shining in the sunlight.
Placing her hand on my shoulder for support, she swung her leg across the seat and settled down on the seat behind me. Amisha followed suit immediately after, and as I adjusted myself on the seat to give as much space as possible for the girls, I couldn't help but grin inwardly under my helmet. I had never ever managed to get two girls to sit on my bike at the same time; and moreover, I was excited at the prospects of having these two eager young teenage college girls with me in a dark movie hall. Memories of the last time I'd been to a movie theater with Jigna and Sejal flashed before me, and I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans.
As I engaged gear and revved the bike, I felt Gunjan clutch my shoulder and say "Ohh, this is so exciting, bhaiyyaa..." giggling again. Gunjan was a really skinny girl, to the extent of being almost bony. She was even slimmer than my maid Pushpa, and as I rode towards the movie hall, I felt her grip on my shoulder tighten, and her thin young body press against my bike. At 30-B, Gunjan's breasts were just about developing, and as I felt the perky firmness of it press against my back, I felt my stiffening cock squirm inside my underwear.
Her pleated beige skirt had ridden up her knee, and I could feel her slender bony thighs press against mine from behind. On the way to the hall, the girls chatted gaily between themselves, even as I took the precaution to stay away from the main roads, in order to minimize the chances of being spotted by someone I knew. Soon we reached the theater, and got tickets from a bored clerk at the ticket window, who was irritated at his siesta being disturbed.
The only movie running at that time was a Shahrukh Khan film which had been running for an eternity at this theater now, with the sole purpose of breaking some record for the longest running film in the city. Needless to say, the girls were all huge fans of the King of Bollywood, and were quite excited at the prospects of watching that hit film, which I wouldn't be caught dead watching, under any other circumstances.
After getting two packets of the mandatory pop-corn for the girls, we trooped into the darkened movie hall, just in time to catch the opening credits. Given the film, and the time of the day, the hall was practically empty, and one could sit wherever one wanted. While the front rows were occupied by some roudy teenagers from the streets, those at the back were occupied by young couples, whose intentions were more or less similar to mine. Gunjan and Amisha were having trouble seeing in the dark, so I took them by the hand and led them to a row in the middle, which was far enough from both the roudies in the front rows, as well as the couples in the back rows.
As we settled down in our seats, with Amisha to my left, and Gunjan to my right; I saw Amisha removing her tie and tucking it into the pocket of her skirt. Seeing her do that, Gunjan too followed suit. Amisha then proceeded to kick of her shoes, and pull her legs up on to the comfortable bucket seats, turning them to one side in such a way that her knees were touching my thighs. Gunjan, on the other hand, sat straight in the seat, both her hands resting on her knees. About ten minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha lean across me and call out to Gunjan in a whisper.
I leaned back in my seat to allow the two girls to bring their faces closer over my lap, and as Amisha whispered something to Gunjan, and Gunjan nodded her head in understanding, I used the opportunity to slip my right arm over the back rest of Gunjan's seat. After finishing their brief whispered conference, the two girls resumed their original postions in their respective seats. As Gunjan sat back in her seat, she felt my forearm at the back of her neck, and from her response I could see that she was a bit startled. As she glanced at me in the dark, I flashed a knowing smile, and was pleased to see her giggle softly in response, her metal braces shining in the flickering light from the screen.
At the same time, I felt Amisha tugging at my arm on the other side, and when I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was beckoning to me with her hands to lower my head so that she could say something in my ear. Loweing my head to her side, I felt her quickly hook her right arm through mine. Twisting sideways towards me, she cupped her left hand to my ear, an action which caused her ripe young bra-clad breasts to press against my upper arm, she whispered into my ear "I was just telling Gunjan not to tell anyone else that we came for a movie with you..." her tone conspiratory, even as her fingers clutched my biceps. I nodded in understanding and smiled at her, relishing the feel of her young firm breasts against my upper arm.
My cock had stiffened considerably by now inside my underwear, and I admired the girl for smartly using the pretext of talking to her friend, to slip her arm through mine. With her legs pulled up and bent sideways on the comfortable seat, she snuggled up to me on my left side, and held my arm pressed against her torso, liberally pressing her young breasts under the shirt to my upper arm. As she settled down once again, resting her head against my shoulder, I threw a sideways glance at Gunjan in the darkness, to check if she'd noticed anything. To my relief, Gunjan had her eyes glued to the screen, and was munching on her pop-corn absent mindedly even as King Khan broke into one of his ubiquitous song & dance sequences.
Using the opportunity, I gently eased my right arm from the back rest of the seat, and placed it around her shoulder, allowing my forearm to rest on her thin bony shoulder from the other side. As she felt my arm on her shoulder, she glanced at me. Leaning towards her, I beckoned to her with my head. As she leaned towards me to hear me, I whispered into her ear "I hope you are comfortable, Gunjan..." smiling at her even as I spoke. I saw her face crease in a wide smile at the unexpected question, those braces glimmering in the darkness. "Yes, bhaiyya ... yes ... thank you so much for inviting me..." she whispered back, giggling once again.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 45
There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But now, Gunjan's habitual giggling was only turning me on. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered "You know, Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only because I wanted to spend some time with you..." looking into her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness, broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-consciously cover her braces again.
However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still dbangd over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and whispered "Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also been thinking about you only..." speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.
"And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ... who ... who has ever kissed me..." she added in a faint whisper, smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted Amisha looking at us.
After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear "This friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... isn't it... ?" my tone conspiratory, and my expression conveying pretended irritation. That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratorily too. Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear "Yeah ... she is a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying... ?" her tone amused yet curious. "Oh, she's just been going on and on about Shahrukh Khan..." I whispered back with feigned annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and smile at me, as she whispered back "Oh, she's crazy about him..."
I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to Amisha "You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us here..." sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too..." as she pressed her young firm breasts to me again.
Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I tool hold of her hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans. "See what you have done to me..." I whispered, pressing her palm over my hardness under the thick denim fabric. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.
My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of Amisha's soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan's fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee. Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan's hands, I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan's attention away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which was resting on Gunjan's slender shoulders, downwards towards her neck.
Running my finger along her thin bony neck and her prominent Adam's apple, I began to play with the collar of her white college uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she'd also undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.
On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper arm, even as her fingers were beginning to squeeze the hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans. Turned on by these two young teenage college girls, I moved the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan's teenage breasts over her shirt.
As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan's small developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her off. After a moment's pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As I'd mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.
I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm, even as her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen. Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them. Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was no response from her either.
Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.
Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled nervously and clutched my arm dbangd around her shoulder tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again, and hunched her shoulders together.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded placing my left hand on Amisha's bare knee, just below the hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket seat.
She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs. Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.
I had taken care to dbang my jacket, which I habitually wore when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha's hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan's chest beginning to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I could now feel the hardness of her tiny nipples protruding through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her shirt & petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again hunch her shoulders together.
Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck, and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.
Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side, and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable. Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly, and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt, and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.
The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to Gunjan again.
Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.
Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft; and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I saw that even though she was staring at the screen unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them. Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.
Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of her 30-B breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.

[Heisenberg]

Part -  46
My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of unbridled desire.
I quickly manipulated my fingers under her skirt in such a way that I could rub against the mound of her pussy through her panty. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as my fingers grazed against her pussy lips through her panties, and I had to give her thigh a quick squeeze to get her to be quiet. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game here, groping these two teenage college girls in a dark movie hall, seated on either side of me, and each not knowing what I was doing with the other.
Gunjan's aroused pebble-hard nipples were searing my palm now, and despite my concerns, I found myself beginning to squeeze and knead her barely developed tits, teasing those erect nubbings between my thumb and forefinger. Growing bolder by the minute, I began to run my palm practically over her entire chest, in a gentle massaging motion that both soothed and aroused her at the same time.
On the other side, Amisha was by now practically thrusting her pelvis towards my hand, pressing the firm mound of her virgin pussy against my hand. Inflamed with lust, I opened my palm and began to caress the lips of her vagina right through her panties, while rubbing the slit with my middle finger. She was rhythmically, albeit subtely, clasping and unclasping her thighs, her arousal mounting with each moment. Gunjan, on the other hand, was holding my hand pressed to her chest through her shirt, almost encouraging me to palm her young teenaged underdeveloped breasts.
I realized that we were half-way through the movie only when 'Intermission' flashed on the screen, and the overhead lights slowly came on. I quickly extracted my hand from inside Gunjan's shirt, and simultaneously pulled my other hand out from between Amisha's thighs, trying my best not to attract any attention. Thankfully, both girls were both concerned about getting themselves in order first, and therefore did not glance in each others direction; Gunjan fumbling to button up her shirt, while Amisha smoothened down her skirt and reached under the chair to put on her shoes.
"Cold drinks, anyone... ?" I announced cheerfully, as I stood up and stretched, fully aware that the bulge of my hard cock was visible under my jeans. Both of them nodded and mumbled in the affirmative, terribly conscious of their own selves. As we trooped out towards the lobby, the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies toilet. I smiled inwardly, wondering how wet I'd got these two young sexy teenage collegegirls by now.
Gunjan was the first to come out, and as she walked towards me, I couldn't help but see how desireable she looked to me. Despite being so skinny, and wearing a shirt that was one size too big for her, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked, with her hair tied in two short braids that hung in the front on either shoulder, her lips pouting awkwardly on account of those braces, and her perky little barely developed breasts sitting firmly on her chest under that loose shirt, despite being not supported by a bra.
She was fidgeting with her hands and extremely nervous as she approached me, and her awkwardness was visible. She smiled weakly and quickly pulled her gaze away from me. I suddenly felt sorry for making this otherwise cheerful and giggly girl so nervous, and wanted to do something to make her feel at ease. The lobby was by now deserted as most of the other viewers had already gone inside.
Taking her by her hand, I quietly led her to the wall adjacent to the door of the cinema hall, where we were hidden from the view of anyone approaching from the other side, by those large wide doors which were thrown open. Taking both of her hands into mine, I looked her in the eye and said earnestly "Gunjan, I'm sorry if I did something that you didn't like ... I probably should have controlled myself..." trying to sound as genuine as I could. She ran her lips nervously over her braced teeth, and kept looking into my eyes, her protruding lips parted slightly.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something incoherently and dropped her gaze. "What, Gunjan ... I couldn't hear what you said..." I asked gently, continuing to hold her slender bony fingers in my hands. Clearing her throat, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I ... I just said that ... that ... nobody has touched me ... like that ... so..." continuing to look down, and her words coming out in a broken stammer. I nodded in understanding, and suddenly felt guilt course through me. After all, I had just gone ahead the groped a young unsuspecting girl, who seemed to adore me for some reason, on just our second meeting. Nodding my head, I squeezed her hand and said softly "I'm sorry, Gunjan ... I promise I won't..." before being cut off by her.
"Ohh no, bhaiyyaa ... no..." she blurted out, interrupting me. "I ... I ... like you ... very much..." she managed to mutter, her eyes fluttering, as the color rose to her cheeks. As I looked at her, she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the ladies toilet, before flinging herself towards me, and awkwardly pressing her lips to mine. Though stunned by this totally unexpected display of affection, I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around her slender, almost bony butt, pressing her thin, young body to mine. Pressing my lips to her with ardor, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear "Let's go inside ... before..." letting my eyes convey the rest.
She got the hint, and flashing me a nervous smile, followed me as I walked out from behind the wide open door of the hall. It was just in time, for we saw Amisha emerge from the ladies toilet almost at about the same time. The three of us then walked into the hall, which had already plunged into darkness again, since the movie had resumed. With a bit of difficulty, we managed to get back to our seats; but not before spotting a couple seated a couple of rows behind us, kissing each other passionately, unmindful of being spotted by someone. I saw the shy, knowing glances being exchanged between Amisha and Gunjan, and smiled inwardly to myself.
We resumed our previously occupied places, with Amisha on my left and Gunjan on the right. A few minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha shift in her seat and lean towards my side. On the pretext of stretching my legs, I leaned back in the push-back seat, and in one smooth motion, dbangd my left arm around Amisha's shoulder. She seemed to be almost waiting for me, for as soon as I did that, she responded by snuggling up closer to my side. At the same time, I subtely shifted my right and sought out Gunjan's hand under the cover of darkness. As soon as my searching fingers found her hand in her lap, I felt her close her fingers around mine.
With my right hand resting on her leg, I felt how slender Gunjan's thighs were under her skirt and petticoat. Slowly, I began to caress her thin bony thigh through the skirt, in a soothing up and down motion. My left arm, dbangd around Amisha's shoulder, had also gone to work, and was feeling the firmness of Amisha's proud breasts straining under her shirt. Unlike Gunjan, she only wore a white bra under ther shirt, and my fingers could clearly feel the outline of her bra through her shirt. As my finger tips scbangd against the firm tip of Amisha's breasts under the shirt & bra, I saw her bring her right hand to her lips, and begin to chew on her nails.
Slowly, Amisha brought her fingers which she'd been chewing on, to the neck of her white college uniform skirt, and began to fidget with the collar of her shirt. It took me moment to realize that on the pretext of fidgeting with her collar, she had surreptitiously opened the first button of her shirt under the collar. Needing no further invitation, I smoothly slipped my hand inside the open neck ofher shirt, and felt her magnificent firm 32-B breasts straining under her white cotton bra. Her bra was the cheap cotton type, which hardly provided any support to her breasts.
Yet, her young teenage breasts were so firm that they stood proudly on her chest, filling the cups of her bra nicely. My fingers instinctively closed around the firm flesh of her left breast, squeezing them, and I felt her fingers clutch my thigh instinctively. Beginning a gentle rhythmic squeezing of her tight breasts through her bra, I shifted my attention to Gunjan. Gunjan was sitting stiffly in her seat, both her hands clutching the arm rest of the seat on either side, as my right hand was absent mindedly caressing her thin bony thighs through her skirt. Slowly, I began to pull up her skirt, baring her slender knees.
I glanced at her to see her response, and saw that she was sitting stiffly in her seat, with her eyes glued to the screen, and her hands clutching the arm rest of the chair. Gradually, I pulled her skirt further up, till I could place my right hand freely on her incredibly slender thigh. I was thrilled to feel how hot the skin of her bare legs felt; and as my thumb began to caress the inside of her skinny thighs, I felt an involuntary shiver run through her body.
Her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as my fingers slid further upwards between her thighs. With a swift motion, I slid my palm up between her thighs, till they came to rest on the almost flat V of her panties. As my finger tips pressed against Gunjan's virgin vagina through her panties, a shudder of sorts went through her pelvis, and I saw her hand automatically fly to her mouth.
I held my hand in place touching the almost flat lips of her pussy through her panty, and waited to see if she would make any attempt to push my away. I was pleased to see that, except for an involuntary twitching of her thigh muscles, there seemed to be no resistance from her. I pressed the flat of my palm against her thin vaginal lips through her simple white cotton panties, and I smiled to myself when I felt the crinkly feel of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her panties. She obvisoulsy didn't hadn't matured enough to start trimming, let alone shave, her pubic hair.
However, what drove me mad with lust was the fact that her panty was damp with the wetness that seemed to have oozed out of her young teenage virgin cunt; thanks to the intense arousal I had subjected this not yet fully developed girl to! In fact, her panty seemed to be not just damp, but fully soaked with her vaginal secretions. I could only imagine how the poor girl must be filling, sitting in a dark movie hall, with an elder guy she'd been introduced to barely a week back, so wet that she'd almost soaked her panties, and the guy feeling up her tender aroused vagina under her skirt.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 47

My stiff cock gave an involuntary twitch inside my underwear, and I felt a bit of my pre-cum also ooze out of the slit of my swollent cock. I was sorely tempted to slide my hand inside her panty, and thrust my middle finger into the young Gunjan's tender aroused vagina. Somehow, I managed to control myself, and instead, just began to run my finger along the flat lips of her pussy, through her wet cotton panties, seeking for the slit of her cunt, through what seemed like a liberal thatch of crinkly pubic hair. Not wanting to do anything that might alarm her, I shifted my attention back to the sexy Amisha.
Amisha had by now, hunched her shoulders together, and she was pressing her chin to my fore arm, where my arm was dbangd over her shoulder, my hand inside her shirt. Though Amisha did not have the heavily built structure of her elder sister, Seema, she had still inherited the incredible firmness of breasts that both sisters seemed to be blessed with. As my fingers squeezed and gently kneaded her incredibly firm teenage tits through her bra, I realized that her tender young breasts were in fact firmer than those of my darling Jigna.
Suddenly, visions of the last night I had spent with Jigna and Kalpana aunty flashed before my eyes, and the fingers of both my hands squeezed so hard on Amisha's breasts and Gunjan's vagina on either side of me, that I felt both girls shudder and twitch in their seats. Letting out a deep breath, I willed myself to be under control.
All of a sudden, the screen in the hall went blank, plunging the hall into complete darkness. There were hoots on whistles from the street rowdies in the front seats, and after a prolonged pause, the overhead lights in the hall slowly came on. Taking advantage of the confusion all around, I smoothly pulled my hands away from under Gunjan's skirt and inside Amisha's shirt.
An attendant came into the hall and announced to the public that the projector inside the cinema hall had failed, and so the show was being cancelled. There were groans from the crowd, and shouts from people demanding a refund. In the ensuing melee to get out of the hall, I caught Amisha hastily buttoning up her shirt, even as Gunjan smoothed her skirt, and stood up nervously.
As the crowd streamed out of the hall, I thought to myself that perhaps it was good that the movie had been interrupted. For I didn't know what I might have ended up doing with the two girls in that dark movie hall, had we spent any more time inside. Groping both these girls simultaneously in the dark was fraught with risk, and it was good that I was forced to put an end to it, before one of the two saw what I was up to with the other.
As we came out into the brightness of the day, I could see that Amisha seemed to be well in control of herself. Beyond a faint smile that was playing on her lips, there was nothing else that could betray her emotions. Gunjan, on the other hand, was fidgety as hell. Her thin slender face was flushed, and she avoided looking at me. I kept up some casual banter, as we came out of the movie hall, and headed to the parking lot.
On the way back to the shop where we'd parked the two girls' bicycles, I could feel that Gunjan was tense; by the way she sat stiffly in between me and Amisha. She was trying her best not to let her body press against mine, quashed as she was in between us, and I wondered if I'd gone too far with this sweet innocent girl. Once we reached the shop, and the girls got off my bike, Amisha asked me if she could get a bottle of water to drink from the shop.
"Of course, dear..." I replied, as I extracted some money from my wallet and handed it to her to by the bottle of water. As Amisha trotted away towards the shop, I turned towards Gunjan and asked her "Gunjan, are you alright... ?" my voice soft and full of concern. She'd just been standing there awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and looked startled when I asked her the question.
"Ohh, no ... I mean ... yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." she mumbled, swallowing repeatedly and stammering a bit. I was silent for a while, as I looked at her, trying to read her mind. Amisha was still at the shop counter with her back towards us, and taking a chance, I reached out quickly to take Gunjan's hand in mine.
Squeezing her thin bony fingers in my hand, I said softly "Gunjan ... remember what I told you the first day we met ... that you were the liveliest and most cheerful girl in your group ... and that's why I like you so much... ?" She just stood there, staring at her dainty feet, fidgeting with her skirt. "Do you remember, Gunjan... ?" I repeated, squeezing her fingers again.
Raising her head, she answered in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." nodding her head like the young teenage college girl that she was. Taking her hand in both my hands, I caressed the back of her palm gently and continued "So ... if you are no longer your lively and cheerful self ... and that too on account of something I have done ... then ... I would like to tell you that I am really sorry ... and that I will make sure I will not do anything like this again..." my voice soft and earnest.
As I paused, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but I cut her off and said "I love that lively and cheerful girl I met that day ... and if something I have done because I like that girl so much makes that girl sad and silent ... then I don't want to do that..." I said with finality. Even as I was speaking, she was shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to tell me something. Once I finished and let go of her hand, she opened her mouth again, but just couldn't get herself to speak.
"Ohh, bhaiyaa..." I finally heard her say in a barely audible whisper " ... it's not that ... it's not what you think ... I ... I..." as she struggled to get her confilicting thoughts in order. She couldn't speak any further for Amisha had returned by then, and I quickly changed the topic. We chatted for a few more minutes, before the girls went and fetched their college bags from the shopkeeper. As both of them came out pushing their bicycles to where I sat on my bike, I could see that Gunjan was trying to catch my eye.
When I looked at her, I saw that she was trying to tell me something with those big wide eyes of hers. Finally, she came up to me, and said "Thank you so much, bhaiyyaa ... for taking me to for the movie ... and ... and for everything else also..." eventually managing a smile shy, even as she extended her hand to shake my hand. As I took her hand in mine to accept her thanks, I felt her give my hand an extra hard squeeze, even as she looked into my eyes and said "Bhaiyya ... thank you once again..."
I smiled warmly at her, and said to her warmly "I'll look forward to meeting you again someday, Gunjan..." squeezing her hand in return. The blush that came on her face and her instinctive giggle as she replied "Yes, bhaiyya ... sure..." somewhat relieved me. With that, she got onto her bicycle and pedaled off, leaving me and Jigna standing there. As soon as Gunjan departed, Amisha turned to me and asked "Bhaiyya ... can I leave my cycle here ... and come with you on the bike... ?" smiling excitedly at me. Though I was surprised by her sudden request, I smiled and replied smoothly "Oh, sure baby ... as long as you are able to explain to your mother what happened to your cycle..."
Throwing her head back with a laugh, she pirouetted on her feet as she replied "Oh, don't worry about that, bhaiyya ... I will just tell her that the tyre got punctured ... and so Jignesh bhaiyya saw me ... and gave me a lift..." grinning broadly. I laughed out at the simple ingenuity of this hot sexy teenager. "Alright ... hop on then..." I said with a chuckle, as I kicked my bike to life. With a little exclamation of joy, Jigna hopped on to my bike, and unabashedly wrapped her arms around my belly, once again pressing those incredibly firm young ripe breasts of hers to my back.
As we rode back, Amisha's hands slid down my belly on to my crotch, and when she felt the lump of my cock under my jeans, her fingers squeezed around the shaft through the thick denim. I almost lost control of the bike, and as the bike swerved crazily on the rode, I exclaimed "Baby, don't do that ... or both of us are going to land up at the hospital..." laughing at the same time. She too giggled sexily, and resting her chin on my right shoulder, said "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... it's because of me, na..." her tone coquettish, as she once again pressed her firm young breasts to my back.
Without waiting for me to answer, she continued "Bhaiyyaa ... you know ... I ... I'm also ... umm ... so ... umm ... I mean ... my panty ... it's so ... umm ... wet there..." her tone teasing yet shy, as she snuggled up closer behind my back, and nuzzled her cheeks against my ears. Hearing this sexy 17-year old teenage college girl admit to me that she was wet, turned me on no end, and I responded "Well ... I don't know yet, do I..." chuckling at her. "No, really ... I am..." she protested automatically, before the meaning of what I had said dawned upon her. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, giggling sexily again, and giving my turgid cock one more squeeze through the thick denim of my jeans.
Soon, we reached Amisha's house, and as Amisha jumped off the bike, I said to her "OK, baby ... I'll see you later then..." Clutching my hand, she exclaimed "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... come inside no ... please ... just for a little while..." tilting her sexy face to one side, and pleading sexily to me, her lips pouting. Just as I was about to decline, the door of their house opened, and Mayuri ben came out. She was dressed in one of her trademark white sarees, with a white blouse, and she was peering from above her matronly glasses at who it was.
Upon seeing me, her broad weather-beaten face crinkled into a big smile as she beamed "Arre ... Jignesh beta ... what a surprise ... come in ... come in..." opening the gate of their verandah. Taking off my helmet, I smiled at her and replied "Umm, some other time, aunty ... I just came to drop Amisha ... I saw her walking back ... and thought I'd give her a lift..." rattling out the little lie that we'd thought up on the way. As Mayuri ben looked at her daughter questioningly, I said "Her cycle had got punctured, aunty ... so I told her to leave it at the co-operative store ... and come with me..." taking the initiative to complete the story. "Ohh, acchhaa..." she exclaimed, nodding her head in understanding.
"At least come in for a cup of tea, beta..." she persisted, taking off her old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses, and letting it hang around her neck on the string. "Yes ... yes ... come in for a little while no, bhaiyyaa..." Amisha chimed, tugging at my hands. Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Aah ... how can I refuse an offer for tea from you, aunty..." my eyes twinkling merrily, as I saw Mayuri ben beam. As I entered their house, Amisha skipped into ther house, and flinging her college bag on the battered old couch, she proceeded to flop down on the sofa.
"Amisha..." Mayuri ben snapped at her daughter sharply " ... how many times have I told you to go put your bag in your room ... and to take off your shoes first..." the nagging mother taking over. "OK ... OK, mummy..." Amisha groaned, her sexy lips pouting in protest again, as she dragged herself up from the couch, and picked up her college bag. "And don't come out without washing your hands, feet, and face..." Mayuri ben ordered her. As Amisha sulked, and went into her room, muttering under her breath, Mayuri ben turned to me in said "Come inside na, beta..." as she walked into the kitchen to make tea for me. As I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes were once again drawn to her massive ass, as it swayed under her plain white saree.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 48


As soon as we heard the sound of the bedroom door slam shut, Mayuri ben pulled me towards her and wrapped her thick pudgy arms around waist. Pressing her heavy matronly body to me, she looked up at my face and smiled warmly. Her humongous 42-D mammaries, bulging inside that simple white blouse under the pallu of her saree, pressed against my chest as she said "I missed you, beta..." her thick pudgy fingers squeezing my butt, as she ground her fleshy belly against my pelvis.
As my penis, still hard thanks to Amisha's ministrations, pressed into her flabby belly, she said "And I can see that you missed Mayuri aunty too..." smiling lasciviously. I chuckled inwardly, thinking about whether this slutty 42-year old widowed college teacher hand any idea why my cock was so hard!
Pressing my cock on her belly, I put on my best young boy smile and said "Ohh, aunty ... you know that, no ... what happens to me when I see you..." my tone sounding suitably embarrassed and naïve. Her face creased with a broad grin, flattered as she was, and reaching down between our bodies, she gave my stiff cock a good squeeze through the jeans. "Ohh, I know, beta ... I know..." she crooned, caressing my hardness through my jeans.
My cock had been in a state of constant arousal now for over 3 hours; thanks to the sexy sales girl Sapna first, and then the two hot teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan. I wished I could just turn her around, bend her over the kitchen platform, push up her saree and petticoat, and ram my hard cock into her thick luscious cunt from behind. But hearing the sounds of the door of Amisha's bedroom open, we hastily disengaged, and Mayuri ben busied herself with putting a kettle on the fire to make tea for me. Amisha trotted into the kitchen, having discarded her shoes, and wiping her wet face with small towel.
"It's so hot in the kitchen, bhaiyyaa..." she exclaimed, pouting those lips of hers sexily again, even as she quickly unbuttoned the top button of her college uniform shirt, and waved her hands in front of her neck in an exaggerated manner. "Yes, beta ... why don't you go sit under the fan in the living room..." Mayuri ben also added, wiping the sweat of her brow, as she waited for the tea to come to a boil. As I followed Amisha into the living room, she caught hold of my hand and literally dragged me to the sofa. As I sat down in their battered old couch, she flopped down on the sofa by my side, pulling up one of her legs.
As my eyes were drawn to her bare knees where her skirt had ridden up, she leaned forward towards me, and clutching my hand said "You know, bhaiiyyaa ... my panty was so wet ... I had to remove it..." her voice a conspiratory whisper, and giggling like the excited college girl that she really was, her eyes twinkling merrily. As my eyes widened, she nodded her head enthusiastically, and continued "Really, bhaiyya ... and I am not wearing my panty now..." her voice dropping lower, as she bobbed up and down on the sofa like an excited teenager, her face flushed with excitement.
My cock gave a jerk inside the tight confines of my underwear, hearing this sexy teenage college girl whispering to me consipiratorily that she was not wearing any panties! Seeing the incredulous look on her face, Amisha exclaimed "You don't believe me, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide and her face still flushed with excitement. "I'll show you..." she breathed out, as she suddenly grabbed my hand began to take it towards her lap.
Just then, Mayuri ben came into the living room, carrying a cup of tea in a tray, and Amisha hastily let go off my hand. As I took the tea from Mayuri ben's hand, Amisha straightened her skirt, and sat demurely in the sofa, with her hands on her knees, her excitement simmering under her flushed face.
After finishing my tea, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly half past six in the evening. Remembering that I had a date with the sales girl Sapna today, I got up, excusing myself from that incredible household. My underwear was nearly soaked with the liberally amount of pre-cum that my inflamed cock had oozed out during the last couple of hours, and I desperately wanted to have a shower and change before I went to meet Sapna.
But I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it in time if I waited for that. Instead, I just went into the bathroom in Mayuri ben's house. After taking a long awaited piss, I washed my cock as best as possible in their wash-basin, and came out after splashing some cold water on my face. I took leave of Mayuri ben and Amisha, and zoomed out on my bike towards the boutique store where Sapna worked.
On an impulse, I stopped by the way, and picked up a bunch of flowers from a road-side seller for Sapna. Humming a tune to myself, I reached the lane where the store was located. Glancing at my watch, I saw that there was still five minutes to go to seven. We'd agreed to meet at a bus stop a few blocks away from where the store was. Pulling my bike up on it's stand, I proceeded to wait for Sapna. Barely had a minute passed, before I saw Sapna, walking down the street towards the bus stop.
From the distance, I could see that she had dbangd a dupatta across her neck, over her uniform of the formal black trousers and white quarter-sleeved shirt, with the dupatta covering her head too. She had a pair of dark glares on, with a black women's vanity bag slung on her shoulder, and clutched under her armpit.
She was the picture of a typical young working girl who generally used public transport, complete with that ubiquitous dupatta and sunglasses, that were so essential for these young girls to protect themselves from the scorching summer sun. As she came near the bus stand, she spotted me, and even at the distance, I could see the smile of pleasure on her face. Taking off her sun glasses, she smiled at me nervously, as she said "Ohh, hello sir ... I hope I'm not late..." a tad breathless.
"Not at all, Sapna..." I replied smoothly with a warm smile. That's when her eyes went to the bunch of flowers that I had propped up between the handle bar of the bike. Reaching out for the bouqet, I extended it to her with a smile, and said "This is for you, Sapna..." Her dark sexy face flushed with joy, as she shyly accepted the flowers, and mumbled "Oh, sir ... thank you ... you are so..." her words getting jumbled at this unexpectedly chivalrous gesture from me.
As I looked at her, I could see that she'd taken some pains to brush her hair carefully in place, and had even applied a subtle shade of lip gloss on her lips. As she fidgeted with the flowers, too embarrassed and pleased to speak, I said to her "You look lovely, Sapna..." smiling warmly once again. Despite her dark complexion, I could see the color rush to her cheeks at my compliment, and she managed to exclaim "Oh, thank you, sir..." giving me a genuinely pleased smile.
I didn't want to hang around for too long at the bus stop, given that sooner or later, someone would spot us. Pulling on my helmet, I said to her "Shall we... ?" even as I kicked the bike to life. "Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." she replied quickly, having still not overcome her surprise at being given flowers by me. Adjusting her dupatta over her head to partly cover her face too, she gingerly sat on the bike in the ladies style, with both her legs on one side. I'd have preferred her to sit in the other way, with one leg on either side, but decided it was too much to ask for on her first date.
As I engaged gear and started moving, I felt her tentatively place her right hand on my shoulder for support, taking care to sit at a discrete distance. I had planned to take her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of the city, which was not only discreet, but also served great food. Moreover, the proprietor of the restaurant was known to my father, and that meant that I would be served well.
As we rode, Sapna leaned forward slightly behind me, taking care not to get her breasts to touch my back, and said "Sir ... I still can't believe this is true..." her hand still resting on my shoulder for support. "Why do you say that, Sapna..." I asked casually, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. She paused for a minute before replying "Umm ... I was not very sure if you meant what you said, sir..." her tone awkward as she paused once again. "I mean ... even though you promised me, sir ... I thought maybe you would forget..." she continued, speaking slowly.
I was silent for a moment as I mulled over what she'd said. It occurred to me that perhaps I was starting to take on the image of a classic rich spoilt playboy, who couldn't be relied on to keep a promise. Letting go off the handle-bar for a moment, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand, and patting her hand which was resting on my shoulder, said wryly "Well, I guess I'm not such an asshole then..." my tone sarcastic.
"Oh, don't say such things, sir..." she protested immediately, almost cringing at my words. After a pause, she added "I was just trying to tell you how glad I am, sir ... at you having invited me out..." her tone serious. "I know, Sapna ... I know ... I was just teasing you..." I said with a little laugh, reaching up to pat the back of her hand on my shoulder once again.
Through the rear-view mirror, I could see a smile come on her face, even as she glanced at the bouquet of flowers that she was clutching in her left hand between us. After a while, I felt her lean forward once again, and she said "Sir ... thank you so much for these flowers..." her tone soft. This time, when she leaned forward to speak to me, I felt her firm bra-clad breasts brush against my back, and I found myself smiling inwardly.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, sir..." she added after a pause, her voice so low and her tone so genuine that I felt stopping the bike and giving her a huge hug. "Thank you, sir..." she said again softly, this time giving my shoulder a very subtle squeeze, as she sat back straight once again. Not being able to think of anything else to say, I just said "It's my pleasure, Sapna ... and if we have to be so formal ... then I guess I should be the one thanking you ... for agreeing to come out with me..." trying to smile at her through my helmet.
"Oh no, sir ... it's my pleasure..." she responded automatically, but by the expression on her face which I caught in the rear view mirror, I could see that she was genuinely pleased. We rode the rest of the distance in silence, and all through the journey, she maintained that discrete distance. For some strange reason, it was a refreshing change for me; being quite unlike the unabashed display of attraction from someone like Amisha.
Soon we reached the theme restaurant that I'd decided upon, and as I got off the bike, I saw her undbanging the dupatta, and shoving it into her large ladies bag, along with her glares. The restaurant was situated in the midst of a lush green property and was aptly named 'The Woods'. Lined by scores of trees, it was spread over acres of land, and had been turned into a home for scores of flora and fauna. As we walked down a tree-lined cobble-stoned path, we spotted a few peacocks displaying their magnificent feathers.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 49


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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 50

Watching her smile, I realized that the wine had indeed loosened her up, and was probably giving her the kind of feel-good buzz that only good wine can give. "I'm glad you liked it..." I said simply, gazing at her fondly. As I watched her eat, I saw that her movements had become more languid, the wine starting to asset itself.
The rest of the evening progressed pleasantly enough, and by the time we finished dinner, I knew that I was going to sleep well that night, thanks to the excellent wine and the sumptuous food. As I was settling the bill, Sapna noticed the generous tip that I left behind, and commented "You're very kind, sir..." instantly associating herself with the waiters who had attended to us that evening.
"No, I'm just a spoilt brat living off his father's money..." I said with a wry grin as I stood up. As she too followed suit, she just looked at me with a mysterious smile, saying nothing. As we walked back, it was pleasantly cool outside, and the lush green property was swathed in moonlight. I saw Sapna wrap her arms around herself, and rub her arms.
"Feeling cold..." I asked her, smiling at her. "A bit..." she answered with a smile, letting out an involuntary shudder. The bamboo shed that served as the parking place, was deserted, and unlit except for a single ornate gas lamp. As we reached the bike, she turned towards me and said "Sir ... I don't know how to thank you ... I ... I have never had such a wonderful evening..." her expression serious as she searched for words.
"Oh, that's easy..." I replied with a smile " ... you just have to say 'Thank You'..." emitting a good natured chuckle. As she smiled wistfully at me, and pursed her lips, I reached out to touch her arm and said "Oh, come on, Sapna ... for a change you should perhaps try to see things from my perspective too ... on what a pleasure it is for me to have the company of a lovely person like you..." squeezing her shoulder gently.
She just gazed at my face, in the dim light of the gas lamp, her mind in some thoughts of her own. As she stood there, shifting from one leg to another, with her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, as a result of the chill, I decided that I was not going to do anything today to spoil the 'feel-good' mood.
Taking off my fine leather jacket, I wrapped it around her shoulders, even as I said "Here ... wear this ... we don't want you catching a cold on the bike, do we... ?" smiling at her good naturedly. As I put the jacket on her, patting her shoulders, she just looked at me wistfully, with an unreadable expression in her eyes.
As I looked into her eyes, I could see nothing but gratitude in them; perhaps coupled with the fear that such things that were too good to be true, seldom lasted. The poor girl was probably thinking about how different the worlds that she and I came from were.
"Sapna..." I said to her aloud, startling her out of her reverie. As she looked at my face, I said "Don't think too much, Sapna ... and try not to read too much into things ... sometimes it's better to take people at face value..." surprising myself with where this piece of philosophy came from. Perhaps, it was the wine, I surmised. Whatever prompted me to say that, it had the desired effect, for she suddenly shook her head, as if trying to clear her head of unwanted thoughts.
Smiling at me warmly, she said "Yes, sir..." pursing her lips, a trifle embarrassed that I had read her mind so easily. As I leaned against the tank of my bike, I added with a grin "But that doesn't apply to rich, mean assholes like me..." leaving her shaking her head incredulously. With a very somber look on her face, she took a step forward to come closer to me. Placing her hand on my fore arm, she said softly "Sir, please don't ever say that..." her tone so hurt that it made me wince.
Emitting a little laugh to lighten the mood, I began to say "Hey, I was..." only to be cut off by her again. "No, sir ... please don't ever say that ... not even as a joke..." her lips beginning to quiver, even as her voice became hoarse. In the dim light from that single gas lamp, it seemed to me like her eyes had become moist. "Girls..." I groaned to myself " ... you can never predict when they get emotional..." Wiping the grin off my face, I just watched her silently, standing there, with my jacket dbangd across her shoulders, clutching that bouquet of flowers to her chest as if it were the most prized possession in the world for her.
"Perhaps wine does this to girls..." I mused, watching the sexy 21-year old sales girl Sapna, who'd so reacted so unexpectedly to a bit of self deprecating humor from me. Desperately trying to think of something to say to lighten the mood, I said "Lucky flowers..." muttering under my breath. "What, sir... ?" she asked automatically, not having caught what I said. "Those flowers ... they are very lucky..." I said, grinning broadly once again, as I pointed towards the bouquet that she was holding clutched to her bosom.
"Why, sir... ?" she asked automatically, before realization dawned upon her. Blushing, she smiled, my little trick having paid off. "Even my jacket is luckier than me..." I added, realizing that flirting with her was the best way to get her mind off unwanted emotional baggage. She blushed again, and as she smiled, I felt latent lust beginning to simmer again. I was half expecting her to come back with some witty retort, but she stood there, smiling shyly, her eyes fluttering.
I glanced around to see if there was anyone else, and satisfied that there were no people in the vicinity, I reached out for her and pulled her into my arms. Leaning back against the bike, I held her slim, well-proportioned, firm body against mine, my pelvis pressed against her firm belly. As I held her in my arms and gazed into her eyes, I felt my cock stiffen inside my briefs, and I was sure that she felt it too.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, my face only inches away from hers. "Sir..." she whispered back, her breath hot on my face. With a soft groan, I pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her with passion. I felt her respond with fervor, wrapping her arms around my waist, and parting her lips to allow me to slide her tongue into her mouth. As I kissed her, I felt her push her pelvis towards me, the passion simmering inside her igniting. I felt her fingers dig into my waist, as a soft moan escaped her lips, even as I continued to kiss her with renewed vigor.
Pulling my lips away from her, I said "Sapna ... can you feel how much I am turned on by you... ?" my voice thick with arousal, as I pressed my stiffening cock to her pelvis. I saw her nod in the affirmative, too shy to speak. Reaching up to run my fingers along her ears, I asked "Does it bother you, Sapna ... how I feel about you... ?" my voice husky.
"No, sir..." she murmured, her voice catching in her throat. "Are you sure, Sapna... ?" I probed again, my fingers running down the side of her neck, causing her to close her eyes, and turn her head sideways. "Yes, sir ... I am sure..." she breathed out huskily, her fingers digging into my waist. My hard-on was beginning to ache inside my underwear, as it had been in a state of constant arousal since morning.
Sapna's eyelids were half closed, as she leaned against me, in the darkness of the parking lot; partly on account of the wine, and partly on account of her own arousal. She had a near perfect figure, which was accentuated by the well fitting formal black trousers and white formal top that she wore. Her medium sized 32-B breasts, encased in that well-shaped padded bra, strained against the fabric of her buttoned top, the open button at top giving me a glimpse of her cleavage.
I was leaning against the bike with my legs well spread out, and her standing between my outstretched legs, leaning against me. The way she stood there expectantly, was almost as if she had submitted herself to me totally, and was waiting for me to take her. Looking intently into her eyes, I gently placed my palm on the swell of her breasts.
Squeezing the firmness of her breasts through the shirt and her padded bra, I relished the feel of her supple 21-year old breasts. An involuntary shiver ran through her body, but she made no attempt to pull away. For me, there was something incredibly erotic about feeling up a young girl, outdoors in a public place like this. She watched my hand, as my fingers fumbled with the second button of her top, and finally opened it.
As I ran my palm across her chest, parting the shirt, her padded black bra came into view. My left hand was holding her by the small of her back, as I began to run my finger gently along the cup of her bra, feeling the smoothness of her skin. I threw one more glance towards the cobble-stoned path that led to the parking shed, and was relieved to find it devoid of any passer-byes. Slowly, I began to open all the buttons of her shirt one by one, till I had all of them open.
"Sir..." she whispered, almost helplessly, as she stood there in front of me, with the front of her white collared formal top fully open now. She had a lovely figure; her torso curving into a slender waist, before flaring out towards her well proportioned hips. Placing both my hands on the side of her waist inside the top, I squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of her bare abdominal flesh. Slowly, I slid my hand upwards, till they once again came to the swell of her breasts under the black padded bra.
She stood there, with her hands hanging limply by her side, her fists rolled into balls, as she let me play with her incredibly sexy body. Caressing her breasts through the thickly padded bra, I said to her "Sapna, you have a lovely figure..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank you, sir..." she replied automatically, still unable to let go of her formal mannerisms with me. Unable to control my desires any more, I quickly slid my hand behind her back, and began to fumble with the hook of her bra.
By the look on her face, I could see that she was alarmed, and she looked around nervously to check if anyone else could see us. I was having trouble opening the hooks of her bra, and seeing that, she reached behind her back herself, and helped me get the hooks open. As the hooks came undone, her bra became loose, and without wasting a moment, I pushed the cups of her bra up, baring her breasts to me.
Most girls who wore padded bras, usually had very poor breasts, and the pads were used to compensate for that. But Sapna was an exception. Her breasts were almost perfectly rounded, and were just the right balance between firmness and softness. Dark as her skin tone was, her lovely 32-B breasts were capped by a pair of reasonably large darker aereolas, and mouth wateringly erect black nipples.
As the cool night air caressed her bare breasts, she shivered involuntarily, hunching her shoulders, and clasped her hands together across her belly. "You have beautiful breasts, Sapna..." I said hoarsely, my eyes glued to her young bared tits. This time, she did not respond with her usual "Thank you, sir..." and only managed to let out a little sigh.
Reaching up, I gently placed my palms on her lovely breasts, relishing the incredibly firm softness of them. As my palm grazed against her aroused nipples, she shuddered involuntarily, and squeezed her eyes shut. Wrapping my arms around her back again, I leaned forward and rested my face against her breasts, relishing the feel of them against my cheek. "Oh, sir..." I heard her cry out softly, as her hands automatically moved to my head, and caressed my hair, nuzzling my face against her bosom.
I was tempted to squeeze her bared breasts roughly, and suck on the like crazy, but I wanted to be gentle and loving with her. Closing my eyes, I maneuvered my face to a postion where my lips grazed against her nipples. With a soft sigh, I thrust my tongue out and began to run it on her aroused nipples, eliciting another soft cry from her, and a tigheting of her grasp on my hair.
I was in such a tender state of mind, that I showered her breasts with all the love that I could, licking and sucking on them passionately, albeit with extreme tenderness. To her credit, she allowed me to feast on her tits to my heart's content, never complaining or attempting to pull away. When I finally pulled my face away from her breasts and straightened, I could see a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 51

As I gazed at her, standing there like subdued slave in front of me, with her shirt fully open and her bra pushed up above her breasts, allowing me to enjoy her lovely body in whatever way I deemed fit, I suddenly felt sorry for her. After all, wasn't this the reason I was being so nice to her. If she had not given herself to me, would I have been so kind to her?
As these uncomfortable questions assailed my mind, I turned to look away from her. "What happened, sir... ?" I heard her ask softly, her voice trembling. "Nothing, Sapna ... nothing..." I answered, shaking my head as I continued to look away. "Tell me, sir ... please..." she asked again, reaching out to touch my cheek and turning my face towards her again.
As I remained silent, consumed by my own conflicting thoughts, she said "Sir ... I will do anything you want..." her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Anything, sir..." she repeated, reaching down between our bodies and placing her hand on the bulge of my penis, inside my tight jeans and underwear. Such was the totally submissive tone of her voice that I felt something tug at the strings of my heart.
A lump came up in my throat, as I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. "Anything, Sapna... ?" I repeated; my tone a question. Nodding her head quietely, she answered "Yes, sir ... anything..." forcing a week smile to her lips. "Why, Sapna ... why... ?" I cried out in anguish, my face torn by the conflict that was raging inside me. She was silent for a moment, my outburst catching her off guard.
After a pause, she looked into my eyes, and said in a somber voice "I don't know, sir ... I don't know ... I just feel like it..." The simplicity and honesty of her answer made me want to hug her, and that is precisely what I did. With a groan, I reached out with both my arms and embraced her, holding her tight against me, her head cradled under my chin, and her breasts mashed against my torso.
"Oh, Sapna..." I groaned softly, continuing to hold her, as I placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks. I hated it when I found myself in such a state of mind, where my cock waged a battle with my heart. I was still very hard, and my erect cock which was bulging through the thick denim of my jeans, was pressed against her taut belly. But however much I wanted to rip open my fly and yank out my cock, I just couldn't get myself to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed her away gently from me, and held her at arms length. With a wry smile on my face, I began to push her bra back in place. As she looked at me incredulously, I reached behind her back, and this time somehow managed to get the hooks of her bra in place.
She stood there like a mute spectator, allowing me to do what I was doing, with a bewildered expression on her face. Realizing that my actions may end up conveying a rejection to her, I paused after I had hooked up her bra.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I said to her tenderly "Sapna, you are so lovely that I just want to possess you ... but..." unable to complete what I had set out to say. "But what, sir... ?" she asked gently, a curious expression on her face. "Nothing..." I muttered, shaking my head, and dropping my gaze.
As I began to silently button up her shirt, and smoothen the creases, I cleared my throat and said "It's not just about what I want, Sapna ... it's also about what you want..." I began, trying my best to explain to her why I had stopped. "But, sir ... I ... I also want..." she began to speak even before I could complete, as if protesting.
Cupping her sensuous dark face in my hands, I smiled wanly at her and said "Look, Sapna ... I wanted to meet you ... I called you out for dinner ... and I wanted to..." letting my eyes convey the rest. "So, today ... it's all been about what I want..." I continued, speaking to her in a soft gentle tone. "Maybe some other day ... if you want to meet me ... and if you feel like ... like how I am feeling today ... maybe then ... we will ... take it forward..." the last few words coming out in an embarrassed rush.
She kept looking at my face for a brief while, as if mulling over what I had just said. "OK, sir..." she said finally, dropping her gaze. She did not say anything beyond that, and so I asked "Sapna, do you understand what I'm trying to say... ?" my voice pained.
Raising her eyes to look at me, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest. Pursing her lips, she smiled at me and said "Yes, sir ... believe me ... I understand..." her eyes conveying to me that she really did. Tilting her head to one side, she lowered her gaze to my chest, and said "I have never met someone like you, sir ... someone so..." absent mindedly running her hands over my chest as she left her sentence unfinished.
I remained silent, and when she looked up at me, there was a look of such love in her eyes, that I felt like it was all worth it. That look did a whole world of good to my self esteem, and I felt the heaviness disappear from my heart. We stood there silently for a while, with her standing close to me, her hands on my chest.
After a while, I said "I better get you back to your hostel, Sapna ... before it's too late..." Nodding her assent, she simply said "Yes, sir..." and began to pull the jacket I had given her, over her arms. I kicked the bike to life, and as I put on the helmet, I was pleased to see her sit on the bike in the manner that guys did, with legs on either side.
"Let's go, sir..." I heard her say from behind me, even as she wrapped her arms around my belly, and held on to me tight, pressing her lovely firm breasts to my back. We rode back in relative silence to her hostel, and in the interest of privacy, I dropped her off a few blocks away from where her hostel was located.
As she got off the bike, clutching those flowers I had gifted her, she said to me softly "Sir, I don't know what to say to you ... no one ... no one has ever made me feel this special..." struggling to keep her voice steady. I could see that her eyes were moist, and as she blinked to keep herself in control, she said "I must have done something good in my life ... to deserve a person like you..." her voice thick with emotion, as she stood there by my side, clutching the flaps of the jacket that I had lent her.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. "If you don't mind, sir ... can I keep this jacket with me for a day... ?" she asked in a soft voice. Caught unawares by this strange request, I answered "Uh ... of course ... sure ... why not ... you can take it if you want..." fumbling with my words. At this she just smiled, and leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips, said "Good night, sir..."
Smiling at her, I replied "Good night, Sapna ... and thank you for the pleasure of your company tonight..." as I kick started my bike. Without waiting for her to reply, I engaged gear and rode off. As I swung my bike to the right at the intersection, I saw that she was still standing there in the deserted lane, wearing my jacket, and clutching that bouquet of flowers that I had given her, watching me go.
As I rode home, I let out a deep sigh, and said to myself "You have to be the strangest prick in this world, Jignesh ... taking out a girl to fuck her, getting her blouse open; and then leaving her standing in the street with a bunch of stupid flowers in her hand..." as I shook my head in disbelief at my own unpredictable temperament and behavior.
It was nearing 9:00 PM by the time I neared my colony, and as I slowed down the bike, I muttered to myself "Sorry, pal ... looks like you'll have to make do with my hand tonight..." addressing my cock, which was still throbbing painfully inside my underwear. Just as I was approaching the lane of my house, I spotted a solitary woman, wearing a Gujarati saree, walking ahead, clutching two plastic bags in her hand that seemed to be filled with vegetables, and some rice.
Noticing something familiar about her, I slowed down, and as I came closer, I realized that the woman was none other than Alkha bhabhi; that lovely 27-year old Gujarati housewife, whom Mayuri ben had introduced me to. Slowing the bike down as I came next to her, I pushed up the visor of my helmet, and said "Hello, bhabhi..." smiling at her through my helmet. Startled at someone coming up suddenly by her side on the road, she looked at me with alarm on her face. It took me a moment to realize that she probably couldn't recognize me in the dark, especially since I had the helmet on.
She was frightened at being accosted by a stranger on the street at this time of the night, and had begun to walk away quickly, when I called out to her "Bhabhi, it's me ... Jignesh..." even as I stopped the bike and took off my helmet. "Ohh ... Jignesh bhai ... I thought..." she exclaimed, the relief writ large on her incredibly fair face, when she saw that it was me. "I'm sorry I scared you, bhabhi..." I said with a little laugh, causing her to laugh too, the relief evident in her body language now.
"Come, bhabhi ... I will drop you..." I found myself saying automatically. "Oh, no ... it's OK ... I can walk..." she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my offer. "Oh, come on, bhabhi ... it's late ... and I promise I won't make you fall..." I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life. As I rode slowly, I asked "How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night, bhabhi... ?" wondering why she was out at this time.
"Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ... and he said he wanted to have pulaav..." she replied, referring to an Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices. "And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it..." she finished. "Hmm..." I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when she had a 7-month old infant to take care of.
As I stopped the bike in front of her house, she clambered off the bike with some difficulty, and said "Thank you very much, Jignesh bhai..." Aroused as I was, I found myself looking her over, admiring the heavy swell of her swollen breasts under the Gujarati-style saree that she was wearing. As I mumbled something absent mindedly, she asked "Have you had your dinner yet, Jignesh bhai... ?" smiling at me nervously, as she was distinctly uncomfortable with me being there especially when her husband was in the house.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 52

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