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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 53

From the corner of my eyes, I could make out that he was fidgeting around, as if wanting to speak to me about something. But I continued to igrnore him. Finally I heard him clear his throat, and say "Umm, Jignesh bhai ... I ... umm ... was wondering if you would be kind enough to ... errr ... have a ... umm ... you know ... a small one ... with me... ?" smiling sheepishly, even as he made the sign of a small peg with his thumb and forefinger.
Seeing the reluctance on my face, he came forward, and said "I know big people like you drink only the English stuff ... and if you want I can go and get it for you..." grinning sheepishly again. "Umm, no thanks, Kamlesh bhai..." I replied smoothly, smiling at him, and speaking loud enough for my reply to be heard by Alka bhabhi in the kitchen too. His face fell when I declined, and I could see the conflict raging through his mind.
I was sure that he drank his country stuff every night, and was probably wondering how he could drink in my presence. Now that I had anyways agreed to wait till Alka bhabhi prepared the food, I thought that I might as well make it easier for him and me. "But please feel free to have your drink, Kamlesh bhai ... I will give you company with some nimbu paani..." I said with a smile.
A bulb seemed to have suddenly come on in his face, for his face lit up with joy, as he beamed, exclaiming "Oh, that is very kind of you, seth..." grinning from ear to ear again. "I am a poor man, seth ... I only drink desi daaru ... but my man also supplies beer ... can I get some beer for you, seth... ?"
His calling me "seth" time and again was beginning to get on my nerves, and just to get rid of him for some time, I said "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... whatever you say ... just stop calling me 'seth' please..." trying to sound as polite as possible. "Oh, ok ... sure ... whatever you say, seth..." her replied, before breaking up into a cackling laugh at his own gaffe.
He hung around; scratching the back of his head, and it took me a while to realize what he was waiting for. Reaching for my wallet, I extracted two five hundred rupee notes from his wallet, and thrust it into his hand. Taking it from me with a sheepish grin, he glanced at it surreptitiously before exclaiming "Oh, I don't need this much, seth..." once again calling me that.
Pressing my forefinger to my lips, I winked at him conspiratorily, and said "Keep it..." flashing him a knowing smile. He beamed at that, and nodding his head enthusiastically, thrust the money into his shirt pocket. "I'll be back in a flash..." he exclaimed as he practically rushed out of the house, checking himself just in time, and not calling me 'seth' again. Heaving a sigh of relief, I headed back into the living room of the house. I saw the little girl staring at me wide-eyed, shy, yet curious.
Smiling at her, I searched my pocket for some candy, and finding one, offered it to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw that, and she came forward tentatively. Snatching the candy from my hand, she was about to turn around and run, when I caught her and lifted her in my arms. She squirmed and giggled when I tickled her, and carried her into the kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing a meal for her undeserving husband.
Upon seeing her daughter being carried by me, Alka bhabhi smiled at me warmly, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Has he gone... ?" she asked me in a resigned tone, referring to her husband. "Yes..." I replied with a wry smile on my face. She opened her mouth to say something, but then checked herself, and kept silent, shrugging her shoulders.
Walking up to the platform, where she was washing the rice, I said "Bhabhi ... I knew he wanted to drink ... and if I had said no ... I know he would have taken out his frustration on you ... that's why I agreed..." by way of explanation. "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to explain anything to me ... I know that whatever you do ... will be keeping my interests in mind..." she replied, looking sideways at me with a resigned yet grateful expression on her face.
Clad in that pale yellow saree, with the pallu tied around her slender yet fleshy waist, her swollen breasts straining inside that blouse, and her milky white skin shining with perspiration, she looked immensely desirable to me.
Visions of her in my house, feeding me her milk-swollen breasts, taking my slimy cock in between them, sucking on my cock, and allowing me to cum in her mouth, flashed before my eyes, and I felt my cock harden instantly. Guitily, I lowered the child on to the floor, who trotted away into the living room immediately.
With the two of us in the kitchen, Alka bhabhi also seemed to be thinking of the same thing, for she suddenly said "Jignesh bhai ... I haven't told my husband that ... that I had come to your house..." her voice faltering, keeping her eyes away from mine. "I told him that I have met you only once ... at Mayuri ben's house ... on her daughter's birthday..." she added, still avoiding looking at me.
"I understand bhabhi..." I said simply, realizing how awkward it was for her to say this. "A soft heart and a hard cock are a lousy combination..." I thought to myself, as I realized how I was yet again torn between my lust for this incredibly desireable 27-year old lactating housewife, and my empathy for her situation. "And I'm very sorry for having put you in this situation, Jignesh bhai..." I heard her saying, turning to look at me once again. "What situation, bhabhi... ?" I asked, daring her to explain.
Embarrassed, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand once again, before replying "Now you have seen what my husband is like, Jignesh bhai ... and all I can do is say sorry to you for his behavior..." her eyes downcast. "Oh, no ... there's a lot more you can do, bhabhi..." I replied, chuckling to lighten the mood. As she looked up at me questioningly, and saw me smiling, her lovely pale face lit up with a shy smile.
Glancing at the open door of the living room, I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her slender yet fleshy waist. Pressing my hard cock bulging inside my jeans against her ample fleshy bottom, I placed the palms of my hand on her fleshy belly. I saw the color rush to her cheeks immediately, as she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the kitchen.
"Don't worry, bhabhi..." I whispered into her ear " ... I was just teasing you..." as I smiled good naturedly. "I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me to enjoy the food cooked by your own hands..." I said softly, as I let go off her belly, and squeezed her wet hands, planting a soft kiss on her flushed cheeks.
"Ohh..." she breathed, as I let go of her, and stepped back, smiling at her warmly. I knew that she would have had her heart in her mouth for a moment, at my bold move, and there was something like relief and immense fondness writ all over her face, as she blushed, and smiled shyly at me; unable to say anything. "Come on ... let me help you ... I am quite good at cutting vegetables..." I said with a laugh, dispersing the nervous energy in the room.
She protested vehemently, but I eventually convinced her to let me cut the vegetables she needed for the pulaav. I was still in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables, when Kamlesh bhai returned, clutching two black plastic bags under his armpit. He came straightaway into the kitchen, and shoved a few bottles of beer into their antiquated second-hand refrigerator, that was bursting at its seams.
"Arree..." he exclaimed when he saw what I was doing " ... you have put our guest to work in the kitchen... !" chiding his wife. "Oh, I told him not to ... so many times ... but he just wouldn't listen..." Alka bhabhi exclaimed in a mock exasperated tone, albeit with a fond smile on her lovely face.
Her husband was quick to open a bottle of beer for me, and pour it into a glass, while he poured a stiff measure of the strong smelling country liquor for himself, grinning at me sheepishly as he did that. I spent the next half an hour or so with him in the living room, sipping slowly on the insipid beer, even as he got himself quite drunk on his own poison.
By the time Alka bhabhi served him dinner, he was quite high, and beginning to get overtly garrulous. He staggered as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he returned after splashing water on his face, I could see that his sunken eyes were bloodshot. While having dinner, he threw a tantrum at his wife, on the salt being a bit too much in the yogurt-based salad that she'd prepared; to to my shock, flung the bowl to one corner of the room, mouthing obscenities at her.
The poor Alka bhabhi took all of this silently, used as she must have been to his drunken artrocities in the house. However, I could not miss the embarrassment on her face, at being humiliated like this in front of me. Even their 3-year old little daughter was silent through out, staring at both her parents, in wide-eyed fear. I was anyways full, and therefore did not eat much, and the momentI saw that the little girl was through with her food, I excused myself and stood up.
I carried the empty plates into the kitchen, and got the little girl to wash her hands. She had warmed up to me by now, and was not so apprehensive any more. So disgusted was I by Alka bhabhi's boorish behavior that I decided I needed some fresh air. I told them that I would take their daughter out for a stroll, and buy her some ice-cream.
The kid's face brightened up at the mention of ice-cream, and she willingly came along with me. I saw Alka bhabhi give me a grateful glance, just as I stepped out of the house, even though her eyes were moist with tears.
I walked up to a near-by store that remained open till late in the night, and bought some ice-cream. As I walked back, the 3-year old toddler, clutching my finger, I wondered what the hell I was doing here, with this family, which to me seemed beyond salvation. When we got back, the girl ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I'd bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.
Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked with a stupid grin "Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer... ?" his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. "Don't mind, OK seth ... I will just finish this before I go to sleep..." he slurred, waving his nearly empty bottle of hooch. I just gave him a forced smile, and stretched my back.
I'd been out more than half the day, and my back was beginning to ache. And with half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of beer inside me, I too was beginning to feel sleepy. As I yawned, I heard Kamlesh bhai yell at his wife "O Alka ... go make the bed for Jignesh bhai ... he is tired now ... and he wants to sleep..." staggering up from his cot, and fetching some paan masala from his shelf. Hearing his shout, Alka bhabhi came rushing out of the kitchen, the surprise writ large over her face.
Motiong to her with my eyes to ignore what he'd just said, I got up and said to him "No, Kamlesh bhai ... please don't bother ... I will just go home and sleep..." His mouth full of that paan masala, he shook his head in his drunken stupor, and said "No, sir ... no way ... you are tired ... and you have had beer to drink ... so it is not safe for you to go home alone now ... so you will sleep here tonight..." staggering on his feet, and his speech slurred.
"But why are you forcing him ... when he doesn't want to..." I heard Alka bhabhi protest, her voice indignant. "Shut up ... you stupid bitch..." Kamlesh bhai roared at her, shouting out so loud that their 7-month old baby, who was sleeping in the cradle all this while, startled, and started wailing.
"Oh, God ... help me..." I heard Alkha bhabhi cry out in anguish, as she rushed to the cradle and picked up her wailing baby. Clutching the baby to her bosom, she looked at me through teary eyes, before rushing back into the kitchen.
Staggering up to me, Kamlesh bhai placed a bony hand on my shoulder and muttered "Ignore her, seth ... you please accept my humble invitation ... to give you shelter for the night in my humble abode..." his speech melodramatic in his drunkenness.
As I began to protest, he shook his head adamantly, and folding his hands in melodramatic placation, almost begged me "Please, seth ... I insist ... otherwise I will feel that you do not consider me your friend..." bowing his head in front of me, and being persistent the way drunks could be.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 54

 

I mulled over it for a minute before coming to a conclusion. I could have chosen to walk out, but I wasn't sure how much of it this drunken bastard would remember when he woke up tomorrow morning. I did not want to hurt his lousy sentiments much, because I had a vested interest in his wife. Moreover, given what I had seen so far, I was apprehensive of what more he would subject his poor wife to, if I refused his ask, and went home.
Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded my head and said quietly "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... but I'm doing this only because I respect you..." giving him an expressionless look. "Arre waah..." he exclaimed, his bloodshot eyes lighting up, as he took my hands in his, and kissed it effusively. Disgusted, I pulled my hands away, just as Alkha bhabhi came back into the living room, carrying her baby, whom she'd managed to put back to sleep.
Even though she seemed to have washed her face, I could see that her eyes were red, as were her nose and cheeks. Upon sighting her, Kamlesh bhai announced "Did you hear that, darling..." suddenly transformed into a loving husband " ... Jignesh bhai has said that he will sleep here ... what I told you... ?" he finished, as if berating her for challenging his intellect, even as he gloated at her. As she looked at me, with that pained look in her eyes, her eyes conveying her utter helplessness, I just nodded at her subtely, and gave her a reassuring smile.
In the midst of all this commotion, the little girl had quietly curled herself into a ball on the floor, and gone to sleep. I shook my head in disbelief, wondering how that girl was coping with the madness in this house. Instinctively, I went and picked her up in my arms gently, taking care not to wake her up. "Oh, leave her..." I heard Kamlesh bhai call out from behind me. But I ignored him completely, and cradling the child's head on my shoulder, I turned to Alka bhabhi and asked her softly "Where does she sleep, bhabhi... ?" my voice tender.
Alka bhabhi looked at me with a wistful look that conveyed a whole bunch of emotions, ranging from frustration and helplessness at the situation, to immense love and gratitude at my empathy. "Inside..." she said softly, her voice hoarse in her throat, as she silently walked into their bedroom.
The single bedroom in their house was practically bare, save for a battered old metal cupboard, a couple of thin cotton mattresses rolled up in one corner, on top of a battered old aluminium trunk, and one old bed, which was just a little bit bigger than a single bed. Reaching behind the door, she switched on a tiny night lamp that was plugged into a standard socket on the switch board that swathed the room in a pale milky white light, which was just a bit brighter than the light emitted by a mosquito repellent.
Bending down, she dragged out a thin cotton mattress, and quickly spread it out on the floor. She then proceeded to cover the mattress with an old bedsheet that had also been rolled into the mattress. Propping up a pair of battered old lumpy cotton pillows, she looked up at me and said softly "You can lay her down here, Jignesh bhai..." I moved forward, and getting down on my knees set the little girl gingerly down.
She immediately turned to her side, and curled up in a feotal position. As I covered the little girl with a thin bedsheet, I saw Alka bhabhi looking at me with a somewhat sad expression on her face. When she caught my look, she blinked rapidly before reaching out to clutch my hand. "Jignesh bhai..." she spoke, as her voice caught in her throat " ... I don't know what to say to you..." shaking her head, as her lush pink lips quivered, and a large tear drop rolled down her cheek. "Hushhh..." I shushed her, reaching out to place my arm across her shoulder, and caressed her back gently.
It was as if a dam had broken, for suddenly I felt her body being wracked with sobs, as she clutched my arms, in that kneeling position and she clutched my arm with her fingers, as if hanging on for dear life. "Not now, bhabhi ... not now..." I said to her, holding her head to my shoulder in my own keeling positon, as I caressed her back in an attempt to soothe her. After a minute, her sobs subsided, and she let go of my hand. Straightening her head, she wiped her tears, and looked at me. Seeing me smile, she too forced a smile to her face.
As I stood up, she followed suit, and we both walked back to the living room, Alka bhabhi immediately going into the kitchen to avoid letting her husband see her teary-eyed face. "Arree ... atleast give him a lungi to wear..." Kamlesh bhai practically yelled across the room, as he saw his wife scurrying into the kitchen. "Don't bother ... I am fine..." I told him " ... I am used to sleeping my my jeans..." forcing a smile on my face.
"How can you be comfortable in that ... you must change..." he slurred. I realized there was no point in arguing with a drunken man, and agreed. Hearing him call out to her once again to give me a lungi, Alka bhahi came out of the kitchen and silently went into the bedroom. She came out a few moments later, carrying an old lungi that had definitely seen better days. "I'm sorry ... this is the only clean one I have..." she said softly under her breath, as she looked at me with eyes downcast, ashamed of their miserable situation. "It's fine, bhabhi..." I said softly, making it to touch her fingers, as I took the garment from her hand.
As I went into the bedroom to change, Kamlesh bhai followed me, staggering and holding on to the walls for support. As I slipped of my shirt and jeans, and wrapped the lungi around my waist, he said "You sleep here only, Jignesh bhai ... this room is much cooler ... and that mattress is the most comfortable..." swaying on his feet, as he stood at the bedroom door. Before I could protest, he added "I will sleep there..." pointing to the diwaan in their living room.
Realizing there was no point arguing with him on anything, I just said "OK ... as you wish..." hoping he'd leave me in peace. He stood there for some more time, his drunken mind trying to think of something else to say. Finally, he asked me "Is there something else you need, seth..." his speech so slurred that I could barely make out what he was saying.
I was tempted to say "Yes, I want you to fuck off and leave me and your wife in peace..." but all I said was "Yes ... I'd like a bottle of water please..." knowing that I would wake up in the night, thirsty after having alcohol in my bloodstream. "Alka... " Kamlesh bhai yelled, and staggered off towards the kitchen, ostensibly to order his wife to get me the bottle of water I had asked for.
With a sigh, I sat down on the bed, and fell back against the pillows, wondering once again, how the hell I had managed to get myself into this situation. Letting out a loud sigh, I pulled my legs, and lay down on the bed, giving my aching back some much needed relief. As I lay down, my hand automatically went to my cock, which though aching, was no longer hard. As my hand slid under the lungi, and gently squeezed my aching cock through my damp underwear, my thoughts went to the suppressed, but achingly lovable Alka bhabhi.
As I reminisced about how lovingly she had fed me her luscisous ripe milk-swollen breasts, and the ardor with which she had sucked on my cock, I felt my cock hardening. But at the same time, my thoughts were also drawn to her tear streaked face, and the way her ungrateful drunk husband had flung that bowl of salad across the room in front of me, just because he found the salt a bit too much for his taste.
I groaned to myself, and jerked my hand away from my cock, unable to conjure up thoughs of lust about her. Shaking my head, I found myself laughing at the irony of my situation. Today had been a day that had tested my patience to the limit; starting with the groping session with the two delectable young teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan, followed by that lovely evening with the sexy 21-year old sales girl Sapna, which culminated in much emotion and nothing else; and now getting caught in the rather tragic domestic situation of the immensely desireable 27-year old Alka bhabhi.
"Serves you right, you horny bastard..." I thought to myself, finding myself smiling at the irony of my own situation. Hearing some footfalls, I jerked my hand away from under the lungi. It was just in time, for Alka bhabhi came into the room. As I sat up in the bed quickly, pulling the lungi down, she came up to the side of the bed. She was holding a bottle of water in her hand, and placing it on the floor near the head of the bed, she said "Water..." her voice so faint I barely heard her.
"Thank you, bhabhi..." I replied softly, watching her intently. She stood there silently near the bed, silhouetted against the light that streamed in from the living room, clutching her hands, as if contemplating about something to say. In the light coming from behind her, I could clearly make out the curvy shape of her deliciously curvy body. She had a naturally curvy body, neither thin nor fat, and the two pregnancies had added just about the right amount of fleshiness to her body.
I could see the outline of her swollen breasts encased inside that tight pale yellow blouse under the pallu of her saree, disproportionately large when compared to her relatively slender torso. I could also see the outline of her relatively slender waist, with a moderate amount of flab on her belly on account of the two pregnancies, which flared out into incredibly wide hips, and a delicious bulbous ass.
Just as I wondered, what she was thinking about, Kamlesh bhai staggered into the bedroom. Alka bhabhi swiftly turned around to leave, and walked past him out of the bedroom. "Arre ... sahib..." he slurred drunkenly " ... you are still awake..." seeing me sitting on the bed. Without waiting for me to answer, he staggered to the metal cupboard in the room and yanked it open.
I saw him rummaging for something inside, and after a while, he called out aloud for his wife. Alka bhabhi came into the room, an exasperated look on her face, as she exclaimed "Now what... ?" Turning to look at her with irritation, he asked gruffly "Where's my lungi... ?" I watched silently, as Alka bhabhi walked up to the cupboard silently, and handed him his lungi.
Even as I watched, he pulled off his shirt and flung it in one corner of the room. Opening the buckle of his baggy shapeless trouser, he let it drop to around his ankles, and kicked it to another corner of the room. He wore a pair of dirty gray underwear underneath, that was cut like boxers, accentuating his skinny spindly legs.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 55

"Good night, Jignesh bhai..." he muttered to me drunkenly, as he staggered out of the room, without waiting for me to respond. As soon as he left, Alka bhabhi came into the room. Coming up to me, she said softly "Jignesh bhai ... can you help me bring my baby into the room... ?" her voice hesitant as she asked me that.

Not fully understanding what she meant, I immediately answered in the affirmative none the less, and followed her out into the living room. Her husband was lying sprawled on the cot there, watching some old Hindi film songs playing on their battered old black & white TV, absent mindedly scratching his groin area; a habit very common among some of these rustic folks.
I watched as Alka bhabhi reached into the cradle, where here 7-month old baby lay fast asleep, and picked her up in her arms. Turning to me, she requested me to help her move the cradle into their bedroom, visibly embarrassed at having to trouble me for that, when her husband was in the house.
As I lifted the old wooden cradle, and moved it into the bedroom, I saw her looking at her husband, lying sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed, and barely aware of what was going on around him. Having got the cradle inside, Alka bhabhi once again lay her baby in it, and gently patted the baby to sleep, rocking the cradle gently.
After she left, I took another swig of water from the bottle and lay back on the bed once again. I could hear Alka bhabhi tidying up in the kitchen, as she went about washing the dirty utensils, and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. So tired was I that I didn't realize when I slept off, and I was suddenly woken up by the sound of an infant crying.
Startled by the sound, I woke up groggily, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, and someone had thoughtfully put a sheet over me. My eyes automatically went to the illuminated dial of my chronograph, and I realized that it was well past midnight. That meant that I had been asleep for more than an hour.
The house was dark except for the soft glow thrown by that tiny night lamp plugged into the wall socket. The sound that had woken me up was the crying of Alka bhabhi's 7-month old baby. As I watched through half open eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi, who'd been sleeping on the thin mattress laid on the floor, alongside her 3-year old daughter, sit up slowly.
Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly stepped across her sleeping daughter, and picked up her baby from the cradle, muttering soft sweet nothings to the infant under her breath. Picking up the baby, she sat down on the floor, cross-legged, cradling the baby in her lap, and rocking her to and from, hushing her softly from time to time.
By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness in the room, and in addition to the soft glow bathing the room from the night lamp, I realized that I could see much more clearly, on account of the light streaming in from the partly open window of the bedroom, the source being a neon street lamp, outside their window.
The window was just above the bed on which I lay, and as a result the light from the street lamp fell directly on her, keeping me in the shadows. Through half open eyes, I saw her throw a quick glance at me, before reaching reaching under the pallu of her saree. It was then that I realized that Alka bhabhi was about to breastfeed her baby, as the infant had probably woken up for her nightly feed.
My mind was fully alert by now, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen almost immediately, trapped as it was between me and bed, as I lay on my belly, my face turned towards the inside of the room, away from the window. As I waited with bated breath, my heartbeat quickening, Alka bhabhi quickly undid the bottom two hooks of her pale yellow cotton blouse, and in one practiced motion, pulled up the cup of her cheap cotton bra, to bare her left breast.
As she pulled up the pallu of her saree for a brief moment to bring her crying baby's mouth to her mammary gland, I caught a fleeting glance of her milk-swollen milky white left breast, in the dim light of the street lamp outside.
That one glimpse was enough for my stiffening cock to twitch under me, hardening considerably, before I heard the baby's cries being replaced by hungry suckling sounds, as she fed her thick nipple into the infant's mouth. I could not see the baby feeding, as she had drawn the pallu of her saree across her child, more from habit than anything else.
Once or twice, I heard the baby beginning to cry again, the nipple probably slipping out of her mouth, but was quickly silenced by Alka bhabhi, who reached under her saree, and adjusted her breast to allow the baby to feed.
After a while, I saw Alka bhabhi reach under her saree again, and pull her bra up the other breast also, and turn her baby around in her lap to feed her from the other teat. Once again, as she did that, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her swollen milky white breasts, capped by large light brown, almost pinkish, thick nipples, which were so characteristic of young lactating mothers.
My cock was painfully hard inside my briefs now, and I found myself involuntarily pressing it against the firm cotton mattress. Suddenly, I heard someone cough and my eyes were drawn to the open door of the bedroom. Framed in the door way was the unmistakable figure of Alka bhabhi's husband, Kamlesh bhai.
He stood in the doorway, clad in his tattered old sleeveless vest and that lungi tied loosely, well above his waist. Hearing his cough, I saw that Alka bhabhi's glance was also drawn to him. As he stood at the door, gently swaying from side to side, his left hand holding the door frame, I noticed that his right hand was between his legs, idly scratching his groin.
"Do you need something... ?" I heard Alka bhabhi ask him in a soft whisper, the irritation in her tone unmistakable, even as she continued to breastfeed her baby. I heard him grunt something inaudible, before he walked into the center of the room slowly, swaying a bit. It was when he came into the area that was illuminated by the faint light from the window, that I was able to see him clearly. What I saw caused my heart to skip a beat, and my mouth to go dry.
Her drunken husband had not been scratching his groin, but had been idly stroking his partly erect cock! In the neon light streaming from the open window, I saw that his very slender, but reasonably long cock, was partly erect, and he was stroking the shaft slowly, using his thumb and forefinger. I saw a pained look come on Alka bhabhi's face, as she threw a quick glance in my direction, obviously worried about my waking up.
As Kamlesh bhai approached Alka bhabhi, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cradling her baby in her lap as she breastfed the child, she looked up at him and hissed "What are you doing... !!!" the shock and disgust evident in her fierce whisper. Once again, her husband just muttered something under her breath, and came up to stand inches away from her.
Pulling his loosely tied lungi open toward one side, he continued to stroke his slowly hardening cock, a stoned look on his face, as he swayed slowly from side to side. Taking a step towards her, and almost thrusting his thin stiffening cock in her face, I heard him grunt "Choos..." ordering her to suck on his cock! I had never in my life seen a more perverted scene.
A drunk husband, holding his cock in his hand, standing in front of his wife; who was sitting on the floor, breastfeeding her recently born baby; and ordering her to suck on his cock simultaneously. "Pleasee ... what are you doing..." I heard the poor Alka bhabhi beseech her husband in a plaintive whisper, as she turned her face away in disgust.
As I watched dry mouthed, Kamlesh bhai grabbed hold of the bun of hair roughy, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth again! The helpless Alka bhabhi resisted this, turning her face from side to side, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth twisted with distaste, shock, and hurt.
"Chooos, sali ... or I will..." I heard that disgusting asshole grunt gruffly, as he yanked his wife's head back roughly by the bun of her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his not fully erect snake-like cock swaying inches away from her lips. "Please ... please ... let me atleast finish feeding her..." was Alka bhabhi's piteous whispered cry, as I witnessed the humiliation she was being subjected to by her filthy husband.
For some reason, he swayed back, letting go of Alka bhabhi's hair. He staggered back a step drunkenly, and stood there, stroking his slender cock slowly with just his thumb and forefinger. Mercifully, the baby seemed to have had her full, for the suckling sounds had ceased, and I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing.
With a sickened expression on her face, I saw Alka bhabhi, gingerly pick up her sleeping child and place her in the cradle. Her drunk husband watched this without any expression on his face, continuing to play with his thin cock, in some desperate attempt to get it hard.
As Alka bhabhi, straightened, after having put her child back to sleep, Kamlesh bhai grunted "Choos..." once again. Still on her knees, Alka bhabhi looked up at her husband, and whispered "Go out please ... I wil come there..." once again throwing a nervous glance at the sleeping form of her 3-year old daughter, as well as me.
Suddenly, I saw Kamlesh bhai raise his right hand, and slap the pleading Alka bhabhi right across her milky white plumpish cheeks. The sound of him slapping sounded like a whiplash in the dead silence of the night, and I felt my heart nearly stop. I desperately wanted to jump out of the bed, and punch that sick bastard's teeth down his throat, but managed to control myself with a lot of effort.
Gritting my teeth, I watched silently, as I lay there seething on the bed. Upon being slapped so violently, Alka bhabhi was too stunned to react for a moment. It took for few seconds for her to lift her hand to feel her cheek, which I was sure was smarting from the stinging slap. In the dim light from the neon street lamp, I saw her body heave, as she suppressed a sob.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 56

Without giving her any time to react, he grabbed hold of her face once again by her chin, and lifting it up roughly, growled "How many times do I have to tell you... ?" his words slurring once again, as he held his cock in his other hand, and thrust it towards her face again. I watched mesmerized, as the lovely Alka bhabhi, knelt in front of her drunken husband, and wordlessly opened her mouth to take his filthy snake-like cock inside!

As he grabbed hold of her head once again, and roughly thrust his cock into her mouth, I heard a an audible gasp escape the lush pink lips of Alka bhabhi's mouth, as she involuntarily gagged on his cock. I heard him emit a low throaty groan, as he thrust his pelvis forward, sending his snaky cock slithering into her mouth.
"Choos saali..." I heard him grunt for the umpteenth now, as he held on to the back of her head with one hand, jerking his pelvis back and forth in jerky, uncontrolled movements. In the dim light streaming from the window, I could see how the poor Alka bhabhi's face was twisted grotesquely in disgust, as her husband forced her to suck on his cock, right infront of the sleeping forms of his baby, daughter, and a guest!
Even as I watched though my half open eyes, I saw him reach out with his left hand and yank the pallu of her saree off her shoulder. Alka bhabhi had not put her blouse and bra back in place after feeding her baby, and as her husband roughly pulled the pallu of her saree off her shoulder, I was presented with the view of her swollen milky white milk laden breasts dangling from under the pushed up cups of her cheap cotton bra, the blouse held in place across her chest by a solitary hook.
Thrusting his hand down towards her lush full ripe breasts, I saw Kamlesh bhai tug at her blouse, causing the hook to snap. Bending forward slightly, I saw him grab her disproportionately swollen 34-D breasts, and squeeze them roughly, eliciting an audible cry of pain from Alka bhabhi's mouth, which was stuffed with his rapidly enlarging cock.
Continuing to thrust his stiffening cock into her helpless mouth, he simultaneously began to palm and cup her heavy milk laden dangling breasts, roughly pinching those thick pinkish brown erect nipples occasionally.
Without warning, he yanked his cock out of her mouth, and took a step back. Impatiently, he tugged at his lungi, even as he swayed from side to side, and flung it aside. As he stood there, with his slender cock protruding like an thin angry snake from between his spindly legs, I realized that he was now going to fuck her!
Despite the perversion and cruelty of what was being played out right in front of my eyes, I realized that I was also extremely aroused, and my cock was painfully hard now. He grunted something to her, and I heard her plead with him in a painful whisper "Please ... not now ... not here ... he may wake up..." pointing with her hand in my direction, even as he begged with him on her knees.
In addition to being stone drunk, Kamlesh bhai was now also mad with lust, as he ignored her pleas, and just bent forward to roughly push her down on the floor. As I watched dry mouthed, my heart thudding in my chest, he squatted down between her legs, and roughly pushed up her pale yellow saree and the white petticoat underneath.
As Alka bhabhi's fleshy milky white thighs came to view, I saw him clutch her knees and roughly push her legs open. Squatting on her haunches between her outstretched thighs, he reached up between her legs, and roughly yanked down her plain white cotton panties.
"Please ... no ... please..." I heard Alka bhabhi plead with him in a plaintive whisper, even as she tried to twist and get away from him. If ever I had seen a husband about to bang his own wife, this was going to be it. As I watched, I saw him hold her by her thigh, and raise his fingers towards his mouth to spit on them noisily.
Muttering something unintelligible, he thrust the two middle fingers of his right hand between the hapless Alka bhabhi's thighs, and roughly thrust them into her cunt! I heard Alka bhabhi emit a tiny squeak of pain, before she thrust her hand to her mouth, in an attempt to stifle her own cry.
Reaching down between her legs, she tried to grab hold of her husband's wrist, but her slapped her hand away angrily. Squatting on his haunches, I watched as the sickening Kamlesh bhai, thrust two fingers of his right hand roughly in and out of his pleading wife's cunt, in an attempt to lubricate her before he entered her.
After a few rapid thrusts with his fingers, he pulled his fingers out, and adjusted himself on his haunches, trying to position his almost fully erect snake-like slender cock at the lips of Alka bhabhi's vagina.
Alka bhabi now seemed to be resigned to her fate, for I saw her turn her face to one side, and lie there mutely, even as her drunk and lust-crazed husband tried to shove his cock into her cunt. After a few unsuccessful attempts at entering her, and with no cooperation from her, I heard him curse her under her breath, as he leaned forward and yanked the pillow from under his sleeping daughter's head.
Mercifully, the 3-year old girl did not wake up, and as I watched Kamlesh bhai, thrust the pillow under Alka bhabhi's milky white voluptuous butt, in order to give his cock better access to her cunt. Supporting himself on his knees, he held her thighs wide open in a V, and finally managed to get his cock head past the lips of his wife's vagina. I heard him grunt, as he held his cock in place, and then thrust his pelvis forward roughly, sending his cock tearing into the hapless Alka bhabhi's 27-year old child-bearing cunt!
I saw Alka bhabhi's face twist to one one side, as she bit her lips, and screwed her eyes shut, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips none the less, as her drunken husband forcefully thrust his cock into her unwilling cunt. Her fingers clutched the sheet on the thin cotton mattress on which she'd been pushed down upon, as her drunken husband began to awkwardly fuck her.
Not satisfied with his position, I watched him as he grabbed hold of her thighs, and roughly pushed them upards, forcing her to bend her legs at the knees. Then holding her by her knees, he pushed her thighs apart further, thus making her vagina more accessible to his lust-inflamed cock. I heard him begin to grunt rhythmically, as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, trying his level best to shove his cock as deep into her vagina as possible.
The poor Alka bhabhi just lay there like a limp puppet, her legs pushed up in the air, bent at the knees, and her milk-laden swollen breasts wobbling on her chest, as her drunk husband kept thrusting his penis into her unwilling vagina. As the tempo of Kamlesh bhai's thrusts increased, I saw him reach out with one hand and grab hold of one of her swollen wobbling breasts, and squeeze them painfully.
A familiar smell assailed my nostrils and it took me a moment to realize that the smell was of the breast milk oozing out of the lactating Alka bhabhi's disproportionately swollen breasts. Like a crazed animal, I saw him bend forward suddenly, and grabbing hold of her wobbling breasts, squeeze them together painfully.
I heard one more cry escape Alka bhabhi's lips, as her crazed husband squeezed her breasts together painfully, before he clamped his mouth on her swollen milk-oozing nipples, and began to chew and suckle on them like an animal.
So perverted was the near-bang of this lovely 27-year old mother of two, that I found myself involuntarily squeezing my rock hard cock, between by belly and the firm cotton mattress. Letting go of her breasts, Kamlesh bhai straightened his back, and began to thust into her with renewed vigor. I could now hear the sounds of his slender bony pelvis smacking into her luscious fleshy well rounded butt, as his lust began to mount with each passing moment.
As his thrusts became more vigorous and more rapid, I began to hear soft rhythmic grunts beginning to escape from Alka bhabhi's mouth also, as she lay there under him, with her legs pushed up in the air, her hands clutching the thin cotton mattress on either side, her head pushed back causing her neck to be arched, and her mouth open, the gasps escaping her parted lips.
Suddenly, without warning, her drunk husband, who had till now been bucking his hips with crazed lust, ramming his slender cock into her cunt, fell on top of her with an audible groan. Almost lying fully on top of her, his hips began to jerk spasmodically, and suddenly with one final thrust, he let out a prolonged groan, and collapsed on top of her.
His bony fingers continued to maul her luscious breasts, even as he continued to grind his pelvis against hers, his mouth biting and chewing on her humungous breasts like a crazed animal. That's when I realized that the drunken animal had come inside her, and that he was now in the throes of his orgasm.
He continued to twist and groan on top of her for a few moments more, before collapsing in a heap on top of the unresponsive body of his lovely wife. After a long pause, when all I could hear was the sounds of his labored breathing, coupled with that of Alka bhabhi's shallow gasps, he groaned, and rolled off his wife. He rolled on to the bare floor, and lay there spent, his mouth agape, and his limp shrunk cock lolling between this spindly thighs.
After some time, I saw him sit up groggily, swaying from side to side. I froze when he crawled over the limp body of his wife, and came towards my bed. As I held my breath and screwed my eyes shut, I heard him pick up the bottle of water placed next to my bed, and drink from it hungrily. Putting the bottle down, he staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously.
Without bothering to pick up his discarded lungi, I saw him stagger out of the room, and go into the toilet in the passage. Too drunk to even shut the door of the toilet, I heard him piss noisily into the toilet bowl, before he staggered out and somehow managed to drag his scrawny ass to the cot in their living room. There was the thud of him practically collapsing on that cot, followed by silence.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 57

I lay there immobile, my eyes partly open, as I looked at the ravaged Alka bhabhi, who lay there like a rag doll. She had scarcely moved from the position that he had left her in. She lay on her back, immobile, her saree in disarray, the blouse ripped open, the bra pushed up, her mouth watering milk laden 34-D breasts spread across her slender chest, her saree and petticoat pushed up to her pelvis, and her milky white thighs wide open.
Seeing her lying there, the silence punctuated only by the tick of the clock on the wall, and her ragged breathing, I wondered for a moment if she'd fainted. That's when I saw her stir slowly, as she slowly raised her bruised hands towards her face. Covering her face with both her hands, I watched as she squeezed her thighs together, and a huge sob wracked her body.
Pulling her hands away from her face, I saw her clutch her pillow, and open her mouth wide open, to emit a prolonged silent scream of frustration. Finally, she thrust the palm of her hand into her mouth, to stifle the cries that threatened to escape her lips, even as her body was wracked by her sobs.
Watching this 27-year old lovely housewife, cry her heart out, lying on the floor at an arm's length from me, I felt my heart go out to her. I so badly wanted to reach out to her, and take her in my arms to comfort her. I feel my body becoming hot, seething as I was with rage, as well as the extreme arousal at what I'd just witnessed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her sobbing seemed to subside, and she painfully pushed herself to sit up on the mattress. I saw her look at my apparent sleeping form for a notably long period, before she hung her head in what seemed like self pity. I saw her angrily wipe the tears off her cheeks, as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the pallu of her saree across her shoulders.
I watched, my heart torn apart at seeing her anguish, as she gingerly walked out of the bedroom towards the toilet in the passage. I let out a long breath only when I heard the door of the toilet close behind her. In the silence of the night, I could plainly hear the sounds of water splashing inside the toilet, and I figured that she was probably washing herself clean of the traces of her inhuman husband, who had come inside her.
I hoped in my heart that she'd had the good sense to have had the operation done after her second baby, which would prevent her from getting pregnant ever again. As I imagined the lovely Alka bhabhi, sitting on the toilet seat, and washing her vagina with water, I found myself twist on the bed, my cock throbbing painfully.
Moving quickly, I reached under my lungi, and quickly took off my underwear, which had not only become distinctly uncomfortable, but were also almost soaked with all the pre-cum that had oozed out of my cock, right from when I had been in the movie hall with Amisha and Gunjan. I had just about thrust my discarded underwear under the mattress on the cot on which I lay, when I heard the door of the toilet opening.
I lay on my side quickly, facing the side where Alka bhabhi would lie down, clutching the pillow under my head, and bending my leg at the knee, so that my erect cock under the lungi would not be visible easily. I watched through the slit of my eye, as Alka bhabhi came back into the room slowly. As she sat down with a soft sigh on the mattress, right next to where I lay, I saw that she had still not hooked up her blouse, even though she'd pulled her bra cups down to cover her bulging breasts.
As I watched on, I saw her reach behind her back, and fiddle with the strap of her bra. As she withdrew her hand from her back, I saw the straps of her tight stretched bra, spring open from the back, causing her heavy milky white breasts to settle down in the cups of her bra, under their own weight. I presumed she had done that to soothe her sore torso that would have got chapped by the strap grinding against her soft skin, when her husband had savagely mauled her humongous breasts.
She reached out for something lying next to the mattress, and realized that it was her white panties which her husband had so ruthlessly yanked off her legs. She held it in her hand for a moment, as if contemplating on whether to wear it or not, before letting out a little sigh, and thrusting it under her pillow. Patting her pillow into shape, she gingerly lay down on the mattress, a prolonged sigh of fatigue escaping her lips.
I watched her as she lay there, her bosom heaving with her breathing, her left arm dbangd across her forehead, partly covering her eyes, and her right hand folded across her belly. As she lay there, I saw that while she had one of her legs stretched out straight on the mattress, she had pulled up the other one, bending them at the knee, with the sole of her feet resting on the mattress.
My mouth was parched, and my throat was dry. I badly wanted to take a sip of water from the bottle placed next to the bed I lay on; but couldn't do so now, as that would mean giving myself away. As Alka bhabhi lay there, well within the reach of my arm, I watched the way her heavy swollen milk-laden breasts rose and fell rhythmically on her slender torso.
Despite the fact that she was lying flat on her back, her large fleshy breasts did not hang shapelessly on either side of her torso. Instead, they sat like a milk bag on the chest, bulging outwards on either side like a ripe papaya. I was sorely tempted to reach out and just touch her breasts, but after what she had been subject to tonight, I could not get myself to touch her, let alone indulge in any sexual act with her.
As I lay watching her, wondering when I would be able to give my aching cock some relief, and also quench my thirst, I heard her emit a barely audible moan. Her right hand, which lay across her belly, slid upwards towards her swollen breasts, and even as I watched, the fingers of her hand slowly slid under the loosened cup of her bra.
It took me a moment to realize what this immensely desirable 27-year old housewife was doing, lying right next to me on the floor. As I watched, my breath catching in my throat, Alka bhabhi slowly pushed her fingers under the loosened cups of her bra, and began to gently caress her swollen breasts under it.
She still had left arm dbangd across her forehead, partly covering her face, as she gently cupped one of her ripe milk-filled breasts under her bra, and squeezed it gently. I saw her bent leg sway from side to side, as her the fingers of her right hand began to caress and squeeze her own aching breasts.
I had heard that lactating women often had to resort to squeezing the milk out of their swollen breasts, especially if the pressure of the milk became too much for them to bear. But it was unlikely that would be the reason, since she had not only breastfed her baby some time ago, but her breasts had also been savagely squeezed and sucked upon by her drunken animal of a husband.
So as I watched the subtle movements of her hand under her bra, I concluded that she was in fact doing nothing but pleasuring herself in this manner. I was sorely tempted to reach out to touch her, and was almost about to did that, when I froze.
Before my disbelieving eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi pull her arm hand away from her forehead. Reaching down with her left hand, she began to pull up her saree and the petticoat underneath, slowly baring her milky white thighs to my burning eyes. I swallowed involuntarily and licked my parched lips, as she gradually pulled her saree and petticoat all the way up, bringing her sparsely haired vagina to my view.
I could not believe what I was seeing, and found myself biting my lips just to check if I was awake, or simply dreaming. As I bit on my lips painfully, I winced, and watched mesmerized, as the lovely 27-year old lactating mother of two, having pulled up her saree and petticoat above her waist, reached between her legs with her right hand, and began to caress her sparely haired moist vagina with the palm for her hand.
I watched, dry mouthed, as she squeezed and opened her thighs once or twice, even as she began to caress the inflamed lips of her thick vagina with the fingers of her right hand with increasing vigor.
Her head was twisting from side to side, even as a soft muffled groan escaped her lip, as she pulled up both her legs and ostensibly slid two of her fingers into what seemed like an inflamed sopping wet cunt! I blinked my eyes rapidly a couple of times, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was happening for real.
As my heart thudded in my chest, watching the delectable Alka bhabhi pleasuring herself with her milky white fingers, I realized that this was the classic case of an unsatisfied housewife, whose husband would use her mercilessly for his own pleasure, but pay scarcely any attention to her needs.
I debated for a moment about what I should do now, before coming to a conclusion quickly. I glanced at her one more time, and shook my head in amazement, as she lay there, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her fingers between her thighs, trying to pleasure herself with her own hands!
Since I was lying on my left side, I reached out silently with my right hand, and gingerly placed my hand on the back of her right hand, which by now was beginning to caress and finger her aroused cunt with increasing vigor. She froze when my hand touched hers, and something like a little yelp escaped her lips.
"Bhabhiii..." I whispered to her, my voice so hoarse and thick from having held my breath for so long, that it sounded strange to my own years. Her eyes flew open in shock, and her mouth fell open, as my hand made contact with hers. Every conceivable emotion, ranging from shock, shame, fear, and hurt, to absolute humiliation, flashed across her face, as she jerked her hand away from between her legs, and covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out.
As the realization that I might have actually seen everything that had transpired there in the room till that very moment, hit her, she let out a little anguished whispered cry of "Noooo..." as she buried her face in her hands in absolute shame.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 58

I saw her twist to one side, clamping her thighs together, and shake her head in denial, as she hid her face in her hands, as if refusing to accept that her self respect had been stripped bare in front of me. Responding with alacrity, I slid down the bed quickly, and was by her side in a flash. Partly lying down by her side, I tried to wrap my arms around her body, which she had now rolled up into a ball, laying on her side.

Her body was heaving with the huge sobs that wracked her body once again, and for a moment I was seized with regret at having broken her bubble. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my strong arms around her, and laying down by her side, held her in my arms, gently caressing her back, even as I kept whispering repeatedly "It's OK, bhabhi ... it's OK..." praying that she would stop crying, and stop hating herself for having been stripped bare in front of me.
I tried to pry her hands away from her face, but she resisted me fiercely, drawing up her knees to her belly, and refusing to let me look at her, even as her body continued to be wracked by sobs. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her sobs finally begin to subside, and her tense body begin to relax. As I lay there by her side, holding her by her shoulders, I felt that the pillow beneath her was soaked with her tears. As she blew her nose, I gently pried her hands open, and cupped her face in my own hands.
"Bhabhi ... I love you..." I said simply, as she finally opened her teary eyes, and looked into my eyes, blinking rapidly, as the tears continued to flow down her cheeks. In the pale neon light streaming from the open window, I could see that her milky white cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and shame, as was her nose, which was swollen.
Her lips just did not stop quivering, and she kept shaking her head from side to side, muttering something unintelligible under her breath, as if cursing herself for something. "I love you, bhabhi..." I repeated hoarsely, and on an instinct, pressed my parched lips to hers.
She froze, and shrunk back in revulsion, before relaxing, I kept my lips pressed to hers, and held her by placing my hand on her back, as I kept placing tiny kisses all over her face, repeating the same thing over and over again in an attempt to get her under control. Eventually, she quit fighting me, and looked at me bleary eyes, her lips moving soundlessly.
With a little cry, she flung her arms around my neck and buried her face against my shoulder, clinging on to me like a small child. I felt tenderness wash all over me, as I held her in my arms, gently caressing her back, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Slowly, her body relaxed, and her breathing regained some semblance of normalcy.
As I propped myself up on my elbows, and gazed at her lovingly, she looked into my eyes with an utterly helpless expression on her face. Bringing my face to hers, I kissed her tenderly on her lush lips again. This time, she responded by parting her lips, and with a groan, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues intertwined, I heard her emit a little groan, and wrap her arms round my back, pulling my body towards hers.
We lay like that, facing each other on our side, kissing passionately, and holding on to each other as if hanging on for dear life. As her lush body and heavy breasts pressed against mine, I found my cock hardening once again, and press against her fleshy belly. Since I had removed my underwear some time back, my erect phallus was sticking out like a pole from the front of the lungi, and the wet swollen tip was nuzzling against her belly.
As I gently pulled my lips away from hers, I gazed at her lovingly for a while. She too looked into my eyes in the semi-darkness, her lips quivering. It was as there was an outpouring waiting to come out of lips, but she didn't know where to start from.
I could empathize with her predicament. I could relate to what would have been going through her mind. A neighborhood boy had come out of nowhere into her life, and had suddenly become her benefactor, offering to support her family financially, when her able bodied husband couldn't. On account of her pathetic domestic situation, she had been forced to offer herself to this young boy, in return for monetary support.
If that didn't break a woman's self-esteem, and make her feel like a whore, what did? As if that wasn't humiliating enough, the same boy had now seen with his own eyes, how badly her husband treated her, both under lights, and after that lights had been put out. Every housewife tried her best to project the picture of domestic bliss to the outside world, for having nothing else to show for herself, a 'happy family' was the only thing she could cling on to.
And to cap it all, she had now been stripped of the last vestige of dignity, when this 'outsider' had also seen her succumb to her own sexuality, and her latent sexual desires that simmered under the facade of a decent housewife. As she lay on her side next to me, knees bent, one hand tucked under her cheek, and the other repeatedly clutching and releasing her disheveled saree on her hips, I almost felt morally obligated to her in some way.
Her blouse was open, and her thin white cotton bra, undone at the back, was pushed up above those magnificent 34-D jugs of hers. Her loosened saree and the white petticoat underneath were also in disarray, having been pulled up above her knees. But as I gazed at her lovely milky white face, flushed red with her tears, it seemed to me that she was scarcely aware of her own nudity.
As I lay there, my head propped up by in the palm of my left hand, the elbow resting on the mattress, absent mindedly playing the the strands of her hair behind her ear lobes, I realized that we were both communicating with each other through our eyes, words having suddenly become redundant.
Looking into the limpid pools of her moist eyes, I said softly "Nothing has changed, bhabhi ... nothing has changed..." hoping my words would convey what I intended to. She stared into my eyes for a moment, as if to read my mind, before nodding her head slowly, her lips quivering.
I realized that the only way to distract her from her current state of self-pity was to divert her attention to my own sexual arousal. My throbbing hard cock was fully erect now, and still pressed against the fleshy folds of her belly. Looking earnestly in to her eyes, I whispered huskily "Bhabhi ... I need you..." my voice a croak.
She continued to gaze into my eyes, unable to fathom what I was saying. So I took her hand, which was resting on her hips, and guided it to my throbbing penis, that stood crying for attention between my legs. As her soft fingers came in contact with the hot skin of my rigid cock, she suddenly seemed to come out of her reverie.
She blinked rapidly a couple of times, and swallowed involuntarily. Nodding her head slowly, she closed her soft fleshy fingers around the hard shaft of my cock, gently tugging at it. Sliding my hand upwards towards her belly, I gently cupped one of her swollen milk-filled breasts in my hand, and squeezed it gently.
The milky white smooth skin of her 34-D jugs felt so hot to my touch that I was tempted to squeeze them roughly. Instead, I just gently caressed them, feeling the wetness on her thick pinkish-brown milk-feeding nipples, and said to her softly "Bhabhi ... always remember this ... any man would be privileged to have a wife like you ... and I ... will always love you ... no matter what..." meaning every word of what I said.
Other than the loving Kalpana bhabhi, if there was one woman who'd touched me this way, it was her. Her eyes blinked rapidly upon hearing my words, and as her lips quivered with emotion, I saw a solitary tear roll down her cheek. Continuing to gently fondle her swollen papaya-shaped breasts, I kissed her softly on the lips.
I felt her fingers close instinctively around the hot steely shaft of my cock, as I kissed her. I gently pushed her on to her back, and swung my right thigh over hers, my quivering cock pressing against the folds of her saree & petticoat at her pelvis, where they were bunched together. Leaning on top of her, I brought my mouth to those incredibly erotic mammaries of hers, and began to run my tongue over them.
Her fingers automatically clutched the hair at the back of my head, and an involuntary sigh escaped her lips as I did that. Sliding my palm upwards from her belly, I cupped one of those milk swollen breasts in my hand, and began to run my tongue in circles around her erect nipples. The smell of her breast milk assailed my nostrils, and it only served to arouse me further. Tenderly, I licked the fleshy jugs of her magnificent breasts, occasionally flicking my tongue across her turgid thick nipples.
Sensing some movement on the other side of where she lay, I froze. Her 3-year old daughter, who lay sleeping next to us, had turned in her sleep. As I froze, my breath caught in my throat, I felt Alka bhabhi tug at my hair with urgency and pull my face towards her breasts again. As I brought my mouth to her breasts again, I realized that in households like this, perhaps it was perfectly normal for parents to have sex, right next to their sleeping children.
With a soft groan, I opened my mouth wide, and took the swollen tip of her breasts into my mouth. I felt her squirm under me, as I began to suck on her mammary flesh, my tongue lashing against her incredibly aroused and thick nipples. Suddenly, I felt her grab hold of my shoulder, and push me away. A sudden urgency seemed to have come into her, as she pushed me back by my shoulder on to my back.
Beginning to breathe faster, she propped herself up on her elbow, and swung her thigh across mine, just the way I had done her. It was almost as if she had suddenly decided to give in to her desires, and take me. There was always a latent aggressiveness lurking inside women who had been suppressed most of their lives, and such was her display of passion, that it turned me on immensely.
I watched mesmerized, as she cupped one of her heavy dangling breasts, and hefting it in the small palm of her hand, offered it to my parched lips. As I found myself opening my mouth, she fed me her swollen milk-laden breast, just as she would do to breast feed a child. I felt her fingers squeeze the tip of her disproportionately swollen breasts, and was rewarded by a spurt of thin luke-warm breast milk squirting out of her engorged nipples.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 59

"Oh, bhabhiii..." I groaned, as I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple, and began to suckle on it like a hungry child. Instinctively, her hand went to the back of my head, pulling my face to her magnificent breasts, and caressing my hair, even as I sucked on them ardently, her breast milk seeming somewhat repulsive yet strangely arousing to me. I felt her hand slide down my chest, caressing my torso, and reach my pelvic region, where my rock hard cock stood gently quivering against my belly button.

As I felt her soft fingers wrap themselves around the shaft of my painfully swollen cock, I felt my mouth clamp down on her breasts, and start to suckle on her breasts with renewed vigor. Such was her urgency, that I felt her fingers tighten around my cock, and begin to stroke them hard.
Despite my cock being well lubricated with the prodigious amount of pre-cum that had oozed out, I winced with pain when she involuntarily pulled my foreskin down, painfully stretching under the tip of my cock. "Ohh ... I'm so sorry ... I'm so sorry..." I heard her breathe softly, when she realized it had caused me discomfort. Almost instantly, she hastily pulled her breasts away from my mouth, and slid down my torso.
Even before I could react, she had her face at my pelvis. As I looked on mesmerized by her passion, she gingerly took my rock hard cock in my hand, and brough her face close to it. Closing her eyes, she gently caressed my cock all over face, including her eyes, cheeks, ears, and lips, almost as if worshiping it.
With a little gurgle, I saw her open her lush lipped mouth, and slip the swollen blood gorged mushroom shaped head of my cock into her mouth. "Bhabhi..." I heard myself groan, as my fingers clasped the mattress under me involuntarily. In the recent past, I had never gone on for so long in the day without ejaculation, and I was afraid that I might blast my load right inside her mouth.
But she seemed to be in a different zone altogether, as she lovingly took my manhood in her mouth, and began to suck on it earnestly. I marveled at the way she stretched her pink lipped small mouth in an 'O', taking the entire shaft of my modest 6" cock in her mouth.
After having seen her husband's think snake-like penis, I felt reasonably proud of my own cock because it was much thicker than normal. So intent was she on loving my cock with her mouth, that I felt her saliva drool down the sides of her mouth, and slide down the shaft of my cock, as she opened her mouth wide and tried to take the entire length of my cock inside.
A soft gurgling sound escaped her mouth, as I felt the tip of my cock touch the base of her throat. I clenched the muscles of my butt, and felt myself lifting my buttocks of the mattress. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. "Bhabhiii ... I can't..." I groaned, reaching down to grab hold of her head by the bun of her hair.
With my cock still in her mouth, she looked up at me, and seeing the expression on my face, realized what I was trying to say. That intently aroused expression not leaving her face, she slowly slipped my wet slippery rock hard cock out of her mouth. As I watched, she straightened, and stood up on her knees.
Bunching her saree and petticoat together with one hand, she pulled it up above her thighs, and quickly swung one knee across my outstretched thighs. I watched with bated breath as she straddled my pelvis, holding up her saree and petticoat with her left hand, even as she reached down with the other hand between her thighs to guide my cock.
Taking hold of my painfully swollen cock with her fingers, she slid forward on her knees, and guided my cock to the entrance of her steaming hot lush vagina. She paused for a moment, with the tip of my cock nuzzling against the lips of her sparsely haired vagina, and looked at me, as if seeking my permission.
"Yes, bhabhi ... yes..." I heard myself groan. With a tiny grunt, she held my cock straight up by holding it with her thumb and forefinger around the base, and slowly lowered her thick juicy sopping wet cunt on to my cock. As the swollen tip of my cock slid past the thick puffy lips of her vagina, I heard a soft gasp escape her lips. Her inflamed vagina felt like a tub of hot oil, as I felt my cock slithering up her cunt, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
After having delivered two children, I could not have expected her cunt to be tight like that of a virgin. My cock slid in easily into her, and I marveled at how each woman's cunt had its own distinct feel. At that moment, the lovely Alka bhabhi's cunt felt like the best pussy in the world, comfortable, and yet pleasurable.
Most women, when they rode a man's cock, preferred to sit on it, with their knees resting on the bed, and sort of grind their vagina on it; but not the luscious Alka bhabhi. With my cock buried in her sopping wet cunt right to the hilt, she quickly adjusted herself over my pelvis, to get on to her feet. Planting her dainty feet on either side of my hips, she squatted over my cock, and leaned forward to support herself on by resting her hands on the sides of my belly.
Her ripe swollen jugs dangling like ripe papayas, in front of me, she began to raise and lower her butt on my pelvis, fucking me in the best imaginable manner from top. As she thrust herself down repeatedly, sending my cock thrusting into the depths of her hot wet cunt with each thrust, I heard her emitting low throat grunts.
It was an incredible sight, watching the 27-year old milky fair lactating mother of two, with her blouse open and her luscious swollen milk-filled breasts jiggling up and down like a pair of soft juicy papayas, fucking me from top, as she squatted over my hips. I was sorely tempted to reach out for her heavy breasts jiggling on top of me, but at the same time wanted to watch her also.
Her lips were parted, and there was a look of intense concentration on her face, as her mangalsutra dangled enticingly over me. She seemed to be totally taken over by her arousal now, as I felt her increase the tempo of thrusting her buttocks down on me, her hot wet cunt making squishy sounds each time, my cock went slithering in. Save for our labored breathing, and the squishy sounds of my penis sliding in and out of her vagina, there were no other sounds in the room.
I saw her beginning to bite her lips, as her vigorous attempts to pleasure me, started to have an effect on her as well. I was beginning to feel her thick hot vaginal juices run down the shaft of my cock, and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer if she continued to do this. Suddenly, visions of her lying on her back on the floor, her thighs parted, and trying to pleasure herself with her hand in her aroused cunt, flashed before my eyes.
Though all I desperately wanted to do was to come today, I also wanted to somehow give some much wanted pleasure and relief to this incredibly lovely woman. Reaching out to clutch her arms, which she had placed on my hips, I squeezed her fore arm, and whispered "Bhabhi ... enough ... please..." She paused, a questioning look on her face, her milky white pretty face clouded with arousal.
Without a word, I pulled both of her hands towards me, causing her to fall on top of me. As her eyes met mine, her quivering lips only inches away from my face, those incredibly erotic swollen jugs of hers mashed against my chest, she gave me a nod of understanding. In the height of copulation, it was amazing how humans became like animals in more ways than one. One could convey a lot more with ones eyes, grunts, and touches, than one could ever manage to do with words.
Rolling her over to the side, with my cock still buried inside her count, I lay her on her back, and quickly got on top of her. She instinctively pulled up her legs, bending them at the knees, and spreading her thighs to accommodate me between them. Positioning myself between her legs on my knees, I leaned forward to support myself with my hands on either side of her torso.
Her uplifted legs wrapped themselves around my back, and I felt her pull me towards her vagina instinctively, as if urging me to fuck her. Needing no further invitation, I took a deep breath, and bean to thrust my cock into her from top. I was reaching the limits of my endurance, but I was also intent upon making her come with me. I knew that if I allowed myself to let go, I would end up coming before she could.
So, I slowed myself down, and took a couple of deep breaths. Arching my back, I began to thrust my rock hard cock into her cunt at a leisurely pace, allowing her to get a good feel of my cock sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Rather than ramming into her like a jack-hammer, I focused on sending my cock sliding into her pussy from different angles, trying to gauge her erogenous zones.
I knew that more than the movement of a cock inside their cunt, it was the rubbing against their clitoris that gave women intense pleasure. Leaning forward on my hands, I stretched my legs out straight behind me, holding my knees straight, and began to thrust into her almost from top. Doing this not only afforded much better penetration, but also ensured that the upper side of the shaft of my cock rubbed against her aroused clit, each time it slid in and out.
It had the desired effect, for I saw her throw her head back, and open her mouth in a silent cry of pleasure, even as she pulled her thighs up further and wrapped her legs tight around my back, thus ensuring that my cock never slipped out of her eager cunt. Fucking her in this manner was physically more demanding for me, as I had to use not only the muscles of my belly and butt, but also support myself on my toes, with my knee locked in the straight position.
As I watched her milky breasts wobble like a pair of filled milk bags on her chest, I felt her fingers dig into my back painfully. Pleased at the response my style of fucking was having, I intensified my efforts, adjusting the position of entry of my cock to further increase the friction on her inflamed clitoris.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 60

Soon I saw her beginning to thrash about like a fish out of water, her entire body squirming violently under me, even as she bit her lips to suppress her moans, and threw her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered open, burning with her intense arousal, as her breathing grew ragged, with her lips parted. She was attempting to say something, which I couldn't make out. Leaning closer to her, I asked "What, bhabhi... ?" my voice hoarse.

Her face was flushed red with blood, and her eyes burning with desire, as she hissed through clenched teeth in her native tongue "Zor se ... zor se karo..." even as she dug her fingers into my waist, and thrust her wide hips upwards. Maddened with desire, at hearing this chaste Gujarati 27-year old housewife, begging me to fuck her harder, I abandoned all my sophisticated techniques of fucking.
Nodding my head vigorously, I fell on top of her, and supported myself on my knees once again. I thrust both of my hands under her, my head resting on her magnificent pillowy milk-swollen breasts, and cupped those disproportionately large buttocks of hers. Cupping her soft bubbly butt with both my hands, I began to fuck her in earnest, ramming my cock into her with every remaining ounce of energy left in me.
"Jignesh bhaiiii..." I heard her call out my name, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she tugged at my hair violently, crushing my head to her soft mammaries. Cupping her buttocks hard with my hands, I opened my mouth and roughly clamped it on one of her wobbling breasts, and began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. So vigorously was I fucking her that I was afraid that the sounds my hips smacking into hers, would wake up her 3-year old daughter who slept, blissfully unaware of the sordid proceedings, right next to us.
Suddenly, I felt a violent shudder go through her body, as her entire body shook, and I felt her pelvis almost lift up from the mattress under her. Her fingers pulled my hair painfully, as her orgasm finally hit her, and a prolonged soundless cry escaped her lips. Her thick luscious incredibly hot cunt contracted around my cock, and began to twitch spasmodically, sending my cock into the throes of ecstasy.
That did it for me, and I felt my cock explode inside her. It was like a dam had burst and I felt my boiling semen burst forth from the slit of my cock, like a gushing geyser, and fill her cunt with boiling hot jizz. So crazed was I that I continued to buck my hips, as wave after wave of my long pending orgasm finally overcame me.
This undoubtedly had to be the most satisfying fuck I had had in recent times. Such was my relief at having come, that I found myself clinging to her like a helpless child. It was all the more satisfying me for I had made her come to, thus fulfilling what I felt was a moral obligation.
I lay there like that on top of her for what seemed like an eternity, my breathing ragged, and the sound of her thudding heart reverberating in my ears. I knew that this would have been an immensely satisfying fuck for her too, culminating as it was after all the emotional and physical trauma that she'd been put through by her heartless fiend of a husband.
Realizing that the dead weight of my body might be suffocating her now, I tried to pull myself away from her, only to be stopped by her. She clutched me with both hands, and clung on to me, refusing to let go off me, her thigh muscles still quivering with in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. I knew that there were many thoughts raging through her mind too, as she clung to me, but we lay there silently, her thudding hearts speaking to each other in some code language of their own.
Usually, after I had come, I just wanted to get away from there as soon as possible, but in Alka bhabhi's case, I just wanted to be in her arms. I guess that was the difference between fucking a woman, and making love to her. My cock had gone limp by now, but it was still buried in her moist cunt. I could feel the copious amounts of cum I had shot into her, oozing out of her vagina, and flow down the crack of her luscious ass, where my spent balls now rested.
Raising my head from her breasts, I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and held me to her, parting her lips and kissing me hungrily, our wet tongues a welcome relief to our dry mouths. As I pulled my mouth away, I felt her grip around me loosen. I gently extricated myself from her embrace, my limp cock slipping out of her cum-filled vagina.
As I fell back on my back, I felt her reach across my chest for the bottle of water that sat next to the bed. She sat up slowly, oblivious of her nudity, and gently cradled my head in lap. Cradling my head in the crook of her arm, this lovely woman brought the bottle of water to my parched lips. I loved her more than ever for this little gesture, and I knew at that moment that she would forever have me in her life, in one form or the other.
As I drank thirstily from the bottle, she held me to her soft pillowy bosom, which was wet and slippery with a combination of sweat, and her breast milk that had oozed out in the throes of our passionate lovemaking. Pushing the bottle away from mouth, I looked at her, gently touched her swollen breast.
Opening my mouth slightly, I nodded at her, my eyes trying to convey what I wanted. I saw a look of infinite tenderness come across her face, and the hint of a loving smile came to her quivering lips. Nodding her head in response, she cradled my head in her arms, and lovingly fed me one of her swollen milk-filled breasts!
I closed my eyes, and suckled on her thick nipples, feeling her warm sweet breast milk fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I did not find it repulsive any more, and gulped the thin watery breast milk down hungrily. She held me tenderly, caressing my face and hair, as lovingly as she would her own child.
I do not remember much after that, except that somewhere in the middle I got on to the bed, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The last thing I remembered was her helping me tie the lungi around my waist, and placing a soft kiss on my forehead, before she covered me with a thin bedsheet. I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of the early morning sun streaming through the window.
As I stretched, the events of the pas night came rushing to me. I saw that Alka bhabhi was not in the room, though her 3-year old daughter lay their curled in her sleep. Glancing at the cock, I saw that it was half past six in the morning. I was surprised that I had woken up so early, after the exertions of last night. Reaching under my mattress, I found my underwear, and quicky slipped into it. Just as I was putting on my jeans, Alka bhabhi came into the room.
At this early hour, she'd already had a bath, and looked fresh like a daisy. She had changed into a simple white saree with floral prints, and there was a radiance to her which made her incredibly fair skin. Her hair was still damp, and she had tied it behind her head in a loose bun, without having combed it yet. I could see that she had applied fresh sindhoor, in the parting of her hair, and her thin cotton white blouse was damp at the shoulders, from the water that had dripped down from her hair.
To me there was no sight lovelier than an Indian housewife, freshly bathed in the morning, looking radiant in her pristine beauty. There was a loving smile on her incredibly cute plumpish face, and I could see the hint of natural redness on her prominent cheekbones, as she came towards me. "Good morning..." she said to me softly, as she came up to me. That's when I noticed that she was holding a little copper urn of water in her hand.
"Suryapooja... ?" I asked her with a smile, realizing that she would have gone to the terrace of their house to pray to the Sun God, first thing in the morning. She nodded in the affirmative, smiling softly, as she quickly went down on her knees before me. Before I could react, she placed the copper urn near my feet, and quickly touched my feet, before touching her fingers to her forehead.
Alarmed, I bent down quickly, and grabbing hold of her by her arms, pulled her to her feet. "Bhabhi ... what are you doing... ?" the discomfiture at what she'd just done writ all over my face. In response, she just smiled at me tenderly, her eyes moist, as she shook her head slowly.
Despite the incredible piousness of what she'd just done, I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans in the morning. Disgusted with myself, I pulled myself away, and began to pull on my shirt; even as she stood there watching me dress, the hint of a smile never leaving her lips.
Desperate to get my mind of things, I turned to her and said "Would you be kind enough to make some tea for me, bhabhi... ?" giving her my most charming smile. "Of course ... of course..." she replied softly, still looking at me with unblinking eyes. Picking up the urn she'd placed on the floor, she went out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. The next morning was always awkward for me, and today was no exception.
All I wanted to do was get out of there, to the solitude of my house, unable to face the pristine love on that incredible woman's face. As I walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Kamlesh bhai was still sprawled on the diwaan in the living room, his mouth wide open as she snored. I noticed that a sheet had been put over him to cover his nakedness, probably by his lovely wife.
As I headed to the kitchen, I saw Alka bhabhi pouring a freshly brewed tea into a cup. "How did you make tea so quickly, bhabhi... ?" I asked incredulously. Smiling at me as she dipped a spoon into the cup, and tasted to the tea to make sure that it was right, she answered "I had already put the tea to boil ... I knew that you like to have tea first thing in the morning..." her voice warm. I shook my head in amazement again, as I watched her hold the hot cup with the pallu of her saree gingerly, and offer it to me with both hands.
"Careful ... it is hot..." she said softly, as I took the tea from her. As I sipped on the tea, wondering why I deserved such care and thoughtfulness from this incredibly lovely woman, my eyes were once again drawn to the prodigious swell of her breasts under that simple white saree that she wore; as she stood there at the kitchen platform with her side towards, pouring the remainder of the tea into another vessel.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 61

Feeling my cock stiffen again, I jerked my eyes away. "What would you like to have for naashta, Jignesh bhai... ?" I heard her enquire. Jolted out of my reverie, I answered "Uhh ... no thanks, bhabhi ... I need to get back home now ... the milk woman will come ... and so will the maids ... and the house is in a mess..." trying to put a grin on my face as I said the last bit.

"Ohh..." I heard her utter, nodding her head in understanding, albeit disappointed that I wouldn't be staying for breakfast. Finishing pouring the tea, she stood there, with her back to the platform, clutching both her hands in front of her, watching me quietly as I drank my tea. I was sure that she too, like me, wasn't sure of what to say, and so both of us stood their quietly, our eyes doing the talking.
Finishing my tea, I put the cup back on the platform. Cleaing my throat, I said "Thank you for the tea, bhabhi ... I will take leave now..." deciding it was best to leave now. "OK..." she replied simply, somewhat wistfully, but still smiling bravely at me.
As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, I paused midway and turned around. As this doe-eyed 27-year old lovely woman stood there silently, watching me leave, I quickly walked up to her. I noticed the way her luscious pink lips started to tremble, as I came close to her. Taking her right hand in mine, I pressed it to my chest over my heart, and looking into the large limpid pools of her eyes, I said "Bhabhi ... promise me ... that you will let me know ... if you ever need me..." my voice choked with my feelings of love for her.
She stood there silently, her lips quivering, her large unblinking eyes gazing into mine. "Promise me, bhabhi..." I persisted, squeezing her fingers, even as I held her palm pressed to my chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a croak came out. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied "I promise, Jignesh bhai ... who else do I have to go to..." she added wistfully, her eyes becoming moist again.
Letting go of her hand, I quickly cupped her radiant milky white face in both my hands, and said to her tenderly "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you ... that means a lot to me..." meaning every word of what I said. Without waiting for her to respond, I placed a soft kiss on those lush pink quivering lips of hers, before letting go of her and turning around to leave.
As I stepped out of the house, and slipped into my floaters, I smiled at her cheerfully at said "See you, bhabhi..." even as she just smiled and nodded her head. Kicking my bike to life, I rode to my house, without bothering to put on my helmet.
Reaching home, I straightaway headed into the shower, as if desperate to wash away the sins of the previous night. As I showered under the cold water, I just could not get the lovely Alka bhabhi out of my thoughts, and I felt my cock hardening despite my best efforts. Just as I had finished shoering, and I was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring.
Glad for the distraction, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to open the door, glancing at the clock as I did. It was quarter past seven, and I figured it was the rabaari lady, Gajra ben, who'd have come to deliver milk. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see that it was not the 46-year old mammoth breasted Gajra ben, but her busty 18-year old daughter, Hetal. She had that battered old aluminium pot of milk perched on her head, and stood there smiling broadly as I opened the door.
"How are you, saheb..." she greeted me, with that trademark cocky grin on her broad coarse face. As I mumbled something unintelligible, and opened the door to let her in, I noticed that she was not alone. Standing behind her, some distance away, was the 23-year old buck-toothed Rajasthani girl, Rambha, who worked as a servant at Radhika aunty's parlor.
Seeing that I had noticed her, Hetal said sweetly "I hope you know Rambha, sahib..." grinning at me as she said that, her cockiness irking me. "Yeah..." I grunted, even as Hetal turned to the other girl and beckoned to her, saying "Come inside... " With some tentativeness, Rambha followed Hetal into the house, smiling at me nervously through that awkward buck-toothed mouth of hers.
Both the girls were dressed in their traditional village attire of a ghaagra, blouse, and choli. The cock-teasing busty Hetal, wore what looked like a newly bought bright red ghaagra-choli, with a matching red blouse; while the wide-assed Rambha wore an old tattered mismatched one, the ghaagra being brown, the blouse yellow, and the choli being a completely ridiculous shade of orange.
As I closed the door behind them, Hetal walked confidently into the kitchen, swinging her butt from side to side, supporting the aluminimum pot on her head with one hand. As I followed her into the kitche, she turned towards me, and with a seductive smile said "Won't you help me get this down, sahib..." pointing to the pot on her head. Nodding, I walked up to her, and helped her lift the pot from her head. As I reached out to hold the pot, she made it a point to brush her big firm breasts, jutting proudly from her chest, against my torso.
As I helped her place the pot on the kitchen platform, she leaned against the platform, and twirling her ghaagra, said "Arre, sahib ... you did not even tell me how I look in my new clothes..." grinning, as she jutted her ample hips to one side. Now, Hetal was a short stocky girl, just an inch above 5", and as she stood there, with her hand on her hips, she made it a point to thrust out her large ample breasts under the choli.
"What a contrast..." I thought to myself, comparing this slutty village girl to the incredible loving woman I'd taken leave of just some time back. "Nice..." I muttered to her, pointedly looking at her prominent chest, imitating her lascivious grin. Her broad, blunt face, with those prominent cheekbones, creased into a proud smile upon getting that compliment from me, and she said "Sab aap ki daya hai, sahib..." indicating that it was all thanks to me.
Taking a few steps to come close to me, she brazenly put the palm of her hand on my bare chest, and said seductively "Ooh ... see what a sexy body sahib has..." for the benefit of the other girl who stood there dumbly. To my surprise and annoyance, she then brazenly scbangd her thick stubby fingers against my nipples, and tugged at the hair on my chest, giggling seductively. She was a cocky slut alright, and despite my irritation at her behavious, I felt my cock begin to stiffen under the thick white towel that I'd tied around my waist.
Turning to the buck-toothed Rambha, she beckoned to her with her fingers, saying "Come here, girl ... what are you standing there for... ?" before turning to look up at me again, and grinning broadly again, as if letting me know who was the boss between the two of them. As the 23-year old Rambha approached us tentatively, pursing her lips to cover her protruding teeth, Hetal said "Touch and see ... how hard saheb's chest is..." smiling lasciviously as she ran her thick pudgy palm over my well muscled chest.
The slut was turning it on, and I grudgingly admired her brazenness, a trait she had undoubtedly acquired from her equally slutty mother. As the awkward looking Rambha, hesitated, her eyes darting from mine to hers, Hetal grabbed hold of her hand and forcefully placed it on my chest, mocking her "Arree ... why are you feeling shy ... sahib is not going to eat you..." laughing mirthlessly at her friend.
As the hesitant Rajasthani placed her palm on my chest, she looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, the apprehension evident in the way her mouth was open, displaying those protruding teeth inside. Sliding closer to me, the buxom Hetal thrust her hips forward till they were almost touching mine, and crooned "Saheb ... won't you shower some of your infinite mercy on Rambha also... ?" her tone seductive, as she tilted her head to one side, and fiddled with the single thick braid of her bronzed crinkly hair.
Deciding that the best way to deal with her was to play along, I smirked as I said "What mercy does she want from me ... she doesn't looks like she needs anything from me..." daring the uncomfortable Rambha to look at me. The last time I had met her at Radhika aunty's parlor, I had made her pull up her ghaagra and show me her hairy cunt. I remembered that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me.
Grinning cruelly at the thought of that, I turned to her and said "So, Rambha ... what do you need from me... ?" my tone taunting. As the otherwise self-assured rustic girl faltered, and swallowed, clearly afraid of me, Hetal took up the cudgel on behalf of her. "Ohh, sahib ... look at the poor girl..." cupping the hapless Rambha's chin with her hand, and showing me her deformed buck tooth. "Because of her teeth ... no one even gives her work..." Hetal continued, letting go off Rambha's jaw.
Reaching up to her own chest, she began to idly scratch her chest just above the neck of her blouse, trying to purposely draw my attention to her well developed bosom. "The poor girl has no money to go to a doctor, sahib ... who can put wires in her mouth ... and fix her teeth..." she continued to speak for her friend, pouting her lips, and speaking in an exaggerated pitiable tone. She paused for a moment to see the expression on my face, and seeing no empathy, slid forward towards me.
Reaching between us, she lewdly pressed her palm to my partly erect phallus under the thick towel, and smiling lasciviously said "Please help her a bit na, sahib ... she will be eternally grateful to you..." fondling my erection through the thick white turkey towel. I had to give it to this girl, to come up something as innovative as that, to get me to fuck her friend. I wondered why she was taking so much pains to get me to fuck Rambha.
Feeling my flaccid cock responding to her manipulations under the towel, the busty Hetal grinned as she crooned "You will help her na, sir... "nodding her head at me suggestively. Reaching down, I grabbed Hetal's hand by her wrist, and twisting it painfully, making her wince, I said with a wicked grin "Well ... that depends on she is willing to do for me..." turning my gaze to Rambha.
Even before Rambha could speak, Hetal butted in by saying "Ohh, sahib ... she will do whatever you want..." massaging her sore wrist. Turning to her embarrassed friend, she demanded "Won't you, Rambha ... tell ... tell..." prompting her to confirm. Embarrassed to the extent of humiliation, her disfigured face contorting further, Rambha mumbled "Haan ... haan, sahib..." bobbing her head like a robot.
Walking behind Rambha, Hetal almost pushed Rambha towards me, as she said "At least see her once, sahib..." bobbing her head, trying to tell me with her eyes to check out the poor girl with her deformed teeth. As the poor girl bumped into me, I was shocked to see Hetal beginning to pull Rambha's choli off her torso, before taking it off completely.
As the surprised Rambha stood there submissively, stripped of her choli, clad only in her ghaagra and blouse, her average-sized 32-C mango-shaped conical breasts, bulging inside her yellow blouse that had definitely seen better days, I heard Hetal urge me from behind her back "See, sir ... she is not that bad..." brazenly asking me check out her friend's body. I had been in a rather feel-good state of mind when I'd returned this morning from Alka bhabhi's house, somehow feeling that I'd done something good.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 62

So, when these two slutty village girls turned up at my house in the morning, it had somehow irritated me. That irritation made me more vindictive towards them than I otherwise would have been. Morever, the cockiness combined with the brazenness with which the busty Hetal was behaving, was just irking me more. I was getting the distinct feeling that she felt she could manipulate me easily, knowing fully well that I was a sucker for willing cunts.

So when she prompted me to check-out the awkward looking, but otherwise OK Rambha, something snapped inside me. Taking a deep breath to control my anger, I leaned back against the granite kitchen platform. Reaching out, I pulled the nervous Rambha towards my left side. "Stand here..." I said to her rather gruffly, indicating that I wanted her to stand next to me on my left side, with her back to the platform.
Confused, the poor girl came and stood by my side, without any protest. Though she had average sized 32-C tits, and was hopeless in the looks department, she had one asset that seemed to more than make up for her lack of others. That was her incredibly wide and disproportionatel big ass. As with most of these rustic girls, who lived a hard life, she had a nearly flat, taut belly. But her average sized waist flared out into extremely wide hips, and that big butt.
As she came by my side, I slid my left hand behind her back, and clutching her slender waist, pulled her to my side, causing her hips to press against mine. Looking at Hetal, who stood in front of us, a confident smile on her face, I said "So, Hetal ... you want me to help your friend here, is it... ?" my tone challenging. She was a bit surprised at the tone of my voice, but nevertheless, she smiled, and nodding enthusiastically, replied "Yes, sahib..." that cocky confident smile still on her plump face.
"So, what can you do for me... ?" I asked her, speaking slowly and clearly. "Oh, she will do anything you want, sahib..." Hetal replied almost instantly, trying earnestly to convince me of her friend's ability to please me. "I'm not talking about her ... I'm talking about you ... what you can do for me... ?" I shot back, dismissing her recommendations.
"Me... ???" Hetal asked automatically, not sure if she'd heard me right. "That's right ... you..." I answered coolly, continuing to hold the now thoroughly confused Rambha by her waist at my side. A flustered look came on the busty Hetal's broad, blunt face, and as she fiddled with the single short braid of her crinkly bronzed hair, that lay on her left shoulder, she replied "Unhh ... anything you want, sir..." some doubt creeping into her voice now.
"So, Hetal ... you are willing to do anything I want ... for me to help your friend here..." I stated again, speaking slowly and clearly, wanting to drive home the point. "Umm ... yes ... yes, sahib..." she answered, no longer sounding confident any more. "OK, good..." I grunted, rubbing the palms of my hands together " ... take off your clothes, then..." I instructed, looking at her coolly. "Unhh ... what ... what, sahib..." she muttered through her thick lips, not sure if she'd heard me right. "You heard it ... take off your clothes..." I repeated, my tone level and cool.
She stood there fidgeting with the braid of her hair for the briefest of moments, probably wondering why I had turned on her, before she nodded, and smiling again, said "Oh, why not, sahib ... why not..." her tone taking on the seductive pitch again. Turning to look at Rambha, she said "I told you, na ... sahib likes me very much..." beaming at her friend, and using the opportunity to establish to Rambha again how much control she had over me.
Ignoring her grin, I watched silently, as she pulled the red choli off her shoulder, and with a flourish pulled it off her torso. Dropping the choli on the floor, she stood there confidently, cocking her stocky hip to one side, twirling her ghaagra around her legs, and justting her chest out proudly, to show me her overdeveloped, firm 36-C breasts, bulging inside her blouse.
Despite her cockiness, I had to hand this to her. She arguably had the largest and fimest pair of tits I had seen on an 18-year old. Jigna's friend, the lovely Sejal probably had larger breasts than Hetal, but they were nowere nearly as firm. As a result, the 18-year old Hetal's magnificent orbs sat proudly on her broad chest like twin rounded mountains; filling her newly stitched blouse very well. Given the size of her breasts, she was forced to wear a bra, something that was not a very common practice among these rustic village girls.
As she stood there in front of me, clad in only her ghaagra and blouse, her wide hips cocked to one side, and confident about her ability to attract men, I beckoned to her with my fingers to come towards me. She walked up to me, the cocky smile never leaving her face, and stopped a few inches away from me. Reaching out, I cupped one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts through the blouse, and grunted "Hmm ... nice..."
Throwing back her shoulders, and jutting her chest out, she beamed, satisfied with my response. Letting go of her, I turned towards the silent Rambha, and guided her also to stand in front of me. She smiled nervously, displaying her deformed buck teeth. I'd first heard about Rambha, when one of the neighborhood boys had told me that she would let anyone who was interested, play with her tits for as low as 20/- bucks!
Her tits were average sized, but they had an enticing conical mango shape to them. Her old yellow blouse was so worn that one could practically see through it, and she had visibly outgrown the blouse, as it was too tight around her arms and chest. Her 34-C conical breasts were just right for the size of her slender torso, and she had incredibly taut belly too.
But that's where the regularity ended, for her waist flared into incredibly wide hips, and a disproportionately large ass. Reaching out, I cupped one of Rambha's fleshy conical breasts, relishing the firmness of it, and said "Hmm ... not as big as yours..." glancing at Hetal, and pursing my lips.
Most girls would have reacted with some shyness at their tits being groped so wantonly by someone, but not these two. It showed how accustomed they were to using their bodies to get things done in their lives. "Bloody whores..." I thought to myself, even though I felt my cock growing under my towel. I could have just given these sluts some money and gotten rid of them, but for some reason, I was in a very sadomasochistic mood.
Alternately looking at the two of them, I said "OK ... take off your blouse..." my tone disinterested. Hetal responded with alacrity, and immediately began to open the hooks of her blouse. Rambha hesitated for a moment, and then seeing her friend obeying, followed suit. As Hetal opened her blouse, her cheap old-fashioned white bra, with large conservative cups came into view.
Owing to the sheer girth of her overdeveloped breasts, the bra was stretched taut across them. Pulling her blouse down her arms, she dropped them on the floor, and once again jutted her chest out, inviting me brazenly to look at them. As Rambha too slid her blouse down her arms, I noticed that the blouse was torn at the armpits. Her cheap white bra was old and frayed, and too small for her 34-C tits. As a result, the straps bit into her flesh, and were pulled upwards on the back.
As the girls looked at me expectantly, I said "The bra too..." indicating with my hands that I wanted them to take that off too. Completely in her elements, the busty Hetal smiled and immediately reached behind her back, the confident smile never leaving her face. Reaching behind her back, she quickly unclasped the hooks of her wide-strapped bra. With a practiced motion, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and pulled off her bra.
I had something like a bit of a fetish for seeing a woman bare breasted, wearing only a ghaagra or a petticoat. And as the slutty Hetal bared her magnificent 34-C breasts to me, I felt my cock become almost fully erect, protruding visibly now through the thick white towel around my waist. Hetal was quite fair compared to most of the village girls, and her big, firm, fleshy tits were almost perfect round orbs, that sat on her stocky frame without any sag. She had light brown aereolas around her thick budding nipples.
She had a spattering of freckles on her face, and there were some on her ample chest too. However, her skin was thick and rough, and desperately in need of some moisturizing. Turning my attention to Rambha, I glanced at her tits. Freed from the confines of that overtly tight bra, her conical mango-shaped breasts had tumbled out, and sat gently quivering on her chest. Despite being not as big as Hetal's, her tits were mouth-watering to say the least, and were capped by a pair of incredibly long black nipples, surrounded by small black aereolas.
I was feeling somewhat kinky now, and on a sudden impulse, walked towards my bathroom, saying to them "Wait here..." I returned a moment later, fetching a jar of Vaseline moisturizing body lotion, something that I used in the winters. Handing the Vaseline lotion to the flustered Rambha, I said "I want you to apply this on her body..." pointing towards Hetal. I saw the look of bewilderment on the two girls, as they exchanged glances, not having a clue why I had suddenly come up with this strange request.
Hetal was the first to recover, and bobbing her head enthusiastically "Yes ... yes ... why not..." before turning to Rambha and saying "Come on ... what are you waiting for ... don't waste Jignesh saheb's time..." as she walked to the stool that I'd pointed her to. As she sat down on the stool, straightening her back, her heavy firm breasts shaking enticingly, Rambha walked up to her clutching the jar of Vaseline body lotion.
I took the jar from her hand and poured a liberal amount of the moisturizing lotion into her palm, and watched as she began to apply it on Hetal's thick fleshy arms. As she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the lotion into Hetal's dry skin, her conical mango-shaped breasts jiggled enticingly. I watched, my lust mounting with each moment, as Hetal giggled and thrust her chest out, when Rambha's hands reached her breasts.
Rambha was now standing behind Hetal's back, and leaning forward slightly, as she began to massage the lotion on to Hetal's heavy overdeveloped breasts, moving her hand in circular motions. Hetal giggled, undoubtedly enjoying this strange exercise, as she felt Rambha's hand cup her heavy breasts, and massage them firmly, making her skin glisten.
Having finished with the front of Hetal's body, Rambha proceeded to repeat the same on her back, her face screwed in concentration, momentarily forgetting why they were here in the first place. As she finished with Hetal's back, she straightened, slightly flushed with the effort, her mouth watering tits heaving. "Now her legs..." I said to her hoarsely, pointing towards Hetal's legs. "Haan, sahib..." I heard Rambha answer, as she moved to the front and sat down by the side of Hetal's outstretched legs.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 63

As I watched, Hetal pulled up her ghaagra well above her knees, baring her fair thick stocky calves and heavy thighs to me. "Ohh, sahib ... this feels so nice..." she crooned seductively, grinning broadly to let me know that she was enjoying it. I smirked as I moved towards her sitting on that stool, and stood on her other side. Reaching down, I cupped one of her overdeveloped firm tits in my hand, and squeezing it, muttered "Yes ... this is better..." enjoying the incredible firmness of her 36-C breasts.

"Ohh, sahib ... that feels even better..." Hetal crooned with an exaggerated moan of arousal, as my fingers kneaded the firm flesh of her young teenage breasts. Grinning at me lasciviously, she slid her hand under the parting of my towel at the front, and took hold of my fully erect cock in her thick-skinned hand.
"Ooohh..." she moaned, feigning arousal, as her fingers closed around the shaft of my cock and pulled it out, through the opening of my towel. "Haii maa ... see how big saheb's lund is..." she exclaimed with exaggerated excitement, holding my cock, which stood proudly, the mushroom shaped tip swollen. Rambha, who was on her knees, massaging the lotion on to Hetal's muscular stocky legs, looked at my hard cock, and smiled suggestively.
Her hands had now moved up to Hetal's thighs, and were massaging them vigorously. Hetal pulled her ghaagra up further, bringing into view her cheap white panties. Spreading her thick thighs further, she said to Rambha "Aur thhoda lagaa, na..." asking her to apply more lotion.
Rambha had gotten more comfortable now, and smiling suggestively at me, displaying those grotesquely protruding teeth, proceeded to pour more of the lotion into her palm and began to apply it in circular motions along the insides of Hetal's thick white thighs.
As my steely hard cock twitched, Hetal giggled lasciviously, and began to stroke my cock, reaching out at the same time with her other hand, to fondle my swollen testicles. Seeing the cocky manner in which she was stroking my cock, I was tempted to grab hold of her head and shove my cock into her mouth.
However, I resisted the temptation, and instead just pinched her budding light brown nipples hard, eliciting an exaggerated yelp of pleasure from her. "Why don't we apply some on your lund also, sahib..." she said brazenly, grinning at me again. Seeing me nod, Hetal prompted Rambha, who crawled up on her knees towards me. She smiled at me toothily, and silently poured some lotion into the palm of her hand.
Gingerly cupping my swollen balls in her left hand, she wrapped her lubricated fingers around the shaft of my cock, and began to rub the lotion on my cock. In the meantime, Hetal reached to my waist, and quickly undid the towel. Wrapping her left arm, as she sat on the stool, around my waist, she began to run her palm along my thighs, even as Rambha held my rock hard cock and rubbed the lotion on to it.
I shook my head at the perversity of the whole thing, as I stood there completely naked in my kitchen, with two rustic village girls at my feet, one pressing her big firm breasts to my thighs, while the other was on her knees, massaging my cock!
As Rambha looked up at me wide eyed, grinning shyly, with her mouth open, I was tempted to thrust my cock into her buck-toothed mouth. Instead, I just reached for Hetal's overdeveloped, firm breasts, and cupping them roughly, grunted "Now, suck on it..." Unsure of whom I had addressed, the two girls looked at each other, before Rambha swallowed once, and rising a bit on her knees, opened her mouth to take my cock inside.
"No, not you..." I muttered thickly, taking hold of the single short braid of Hetal's crinkly bronzed hair, and pulling at it, forcing her to look up. Despite the roughness of my action, the slut that she was, she smiled broadly, and lasciviously licking her thick lips, said "Ooohhh ... I was dying to do that, sahib..." feigning exaggerated eagerness. Without getting off the stool, she leant forward, and without hesitation opened her mouth wide to take my cock inside.
"Ummmm..." she moaned with feigned desire, as she thrust her tongue under the shaft of my cock, and took the helmet shaped swollen tip inside. With the tip of my cock inside her mouth, she closed her lips around it, and looking up at me, attempted to smile. Clutching the base of my cock with her fingers, she began to twist and turn her mouth around my cock, lashing her thick tongue against it, trying her best to impress me with her cock sucking skills.
I saw, Rambha, who sat their on her knees, watching her friend sucking my cock intently, her jaw dropping, and her mouth opening involuntarily. As the busty Hetal began to bob her head back and forth on my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, I beckoned with my hands for Rambha to stand up. She complied immediately, and stood up.
Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I pulled her towards me, and reached up to cup one of her luscious mango-shaped tits with my right hand. Looking at her face, I kneaded the pliant flesh of her conical 34-C breasts, squeezing them hard. As her face twisted into a grotesque smile, I slipped my hand down her back, and cupped her incredibly big ass through that worn ghaagra, eliciting a tiny giggle from her.
These girls were probably used to being treated roughly, and so my callous demeanour was probably turning them on. Continuing to knead her tits and butt, I ordered her to lift one leg and place it on the stool on which Hetal said. As she complied, I roughly yanked up her frayed old ghaagra, revealing a pair of muscular, yet shapely, brown skinned legs. She had a fair bit of soft downy hair on her legs, which instead of putting me off, strangely aroused me.
Thrusting my hand between her thighs, I quickly slid my hands into her panties, and cupped the lips of her hairy cunt with my hand. She let out a little cry of surprise, when I suddenly felt her cunt. Swallowing involuntarily, she said "Saheb ... I cut my hair ... like you had told me to..." trying to smile as she said that.
I had forgotten about how I had made her lift up her ghaagra and show me her cunt at Radhika aunty's parlor, and that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me. "I did not shave, sahib ... like you told me..." she spoke again, and to my amazement, raised her ghaagra herself to show me her cunt! Looking at her cunt, I realized that she was right.
She had trimmed the thick patch of crinkly black pubic hair, as best as she could have with a pair of scissors, leaving only a thin cover of cropped of hair. "Good..." I muttered thickly, as I quickly slid my middle finger into her tight young cunt, feeling it grip my finger like a vice. I was surprised to find her already wet, and my finger slid in with relative ease, even as she opened her mouth and gasped audibly.
Even with my finger inside her cunt, her eyes were drawn to Hetal, who was now vigorously sucking on my cock, emitting low gurgling sounds from her throat, and her saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth. "Enough..." I grunted, grabbing hold of Hetal by her hair, and pulling her mouth away from my cock.
As my cock slid out of her mouth with a plop, she looked up at me with surprise, her mouth open, saliva drooling down her lips, and her magnificent breasts heaving. Letting go of Rambha, I took Hetal by her fleshy thick arms, and lifted her off the seat. Without a word, I guided her to the kitchen platform and told her to get on to the platform.
She looked at me with a bewildered expression, before nodding her head. Short and stocky as she was, she had to jump up to sit on the platform. As she sat on the platform and leaned back, placing both her hands behind her back on the platform for support, she grinned at me once again, her eyes eager to take on whatever I had in mind next.
Positioning myself between her legs, I pulled up her red ghaagra to reveal her fair skinned plump thighs. Reaching up, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her cheap white cotton panties and started to pull them down. As if anticipating what I was about to do, she lifted her butt of the granite platform, allowing me slide her panties down her wide ass.
As she straightened her legs and sat back, watching me with that cocky grin on her face, I pulled her panties down her thick stocky legs. As soon as I dropped Hetal's panties on the floor, the slut that she was, she pulled up her left leg, bending it at the knees, and placing her feet on the cool granite platform, spread her thighs to show me her thick teenage cunt.
Like the rest of her, her cunt was also fair skinned, and had a small patch of crinkly black pubic hair covering her pussy lips. As I looked at her cunt, she gave me a lascivious smile, and reaching between her thighs, wantonly caressed the thick puffy lips of her 18-year old vagina. "Oh, sahib ... see how wet I am..." she said with exaggerated arousal, running her hands over her vagina brazenly.
With a grunt, I reached out to feel her thick lipped vagina for myself. Bringing my fingers to her pussy, I parted the thick puffy lips of her teenage cunt with my fingers, revealing the pink wetness inside. "Mmmm..." she moaned, biting her lips, and thrusting her hips forward, inviting me to caress her pussy. Turning to Radhika, who stood there, watching my brazenly perverted actions with wide eyes, I said "Come here..." nodding at her.
As she walked up, I said "Now lick her pussy..." looking Hetal in the eyes. Hetal's eyes popped wide open, and for the first time today, I saw nervousness creeping on to her face. At the same time, the buck-toothed Rambha's hands flew to her mouth instinctively, covering her jaw which had dropped, and she looked at me with wide eyed surprise. "Come on ... what are you waiting for... ?" I snapped at her, not in the mood to show either of the girls any consideration.
I saw Rambha looking at Hetal's face nervously, unsure of what to do. I saw Hetal also looking at me, the smile having disappeared from her face. Seeing the set look on my face, I saw her nod to Rambha slowly, giving her the permission to go ahead. As the gawky Rambha hesitated, Hetal said to her for my benefit "Oh, come on, Rambha ... don't be shy ... sahib just wants to see how we girls do it..." trying desperately to prove to her friend that she had everything under control, and that there was nothing to worry about.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 64

Throwing a nervous glance at me, the visibly unnerved Rambha tentatively approached Hetal. As she came closer, Hetal slid forward on the kitchen platform, bringing her butt towards the edge of the platform, and holding her ghaagra bunched up above her waist, spread her thighs, and said to Rambha "Come on ... show sahib how we do it..." before looking at me and flashing me a nervous smile.

I took great satisfaction in breaking the cockiness of this busty rabaari teenager, and found myself grinning when I saw how quickly her cockiness had disappeared. Being the sluts that they were, I had presumed that they would have indulged in lesbian activities before. However, seeing the nervousness in both of them, I got the feeling that I was perhaps wrong.
As I watched, Rambha bent forward between Hetal's thighs, and throwing a last nervous glance at me, took her face close to Hetal's thick puffy lipped cunt. Screwiing her eyes shut, I saw her push her tongue out, and tentatively lick the sparsely haired lips of the busty Hetal's teenage cunt! She pulled back instinctively, finding the feel of pussy hair on her tongue distasteful.
Swallowing involuntarily, she reached for Hetal's cunt, and slowly parted the sprinkling of curly pubic hair on Hetal's cunt, and then again ran her tongue along the thick puffy lips tentatively. I saw Hetal watching her friend intently, leaning back on the platform, with her hands hind her butt for support.
As she felt the buck-toothed Rambha's tongue flick against her thick fleshy pussy lips, I saw her clench her fingers, and jerk involuntarily. With a little sigh, I saw Rambha beginning to lick the slit of Hetal's thick lipped cunt, making her friend cringe and stiffen. I was besides myself with lust now, and found myself automatically stroking my hard, wet, slimy cock.
In the bent forward position, my eyes were drawn to that incredibly big ass of Rambha, jutting out from behind her. Reaching for her ass, I ran my palm around it callously, through the old worn fabric of her ghaagra. On an instinct, I found myself pulling up Rambha's frayed ghaagra from behind, bringing her somewhat hairy, but shapely legs to view.
Pushing her ghaagra up, above her butt, I reached to pull her old cheap white panties down her disproportionately big ass, and those brown skinned shapely legs. As Rambha felt my palms roaming over her bared ass, I felt her clench her buttocks, as if half expecting me to slap or pinch her butt. Instead, I just slid my fingers along the crack of her ass, till I could feel the trimmed hair of Rambha's pussy lips from behind.
As Rambha held on to Hetal's thighs for support, and began to get the hang of licking Hetal's thick puffy lipped cunt, I slid behind Rambha and positioned myself behind her prodigious butt. Fisting my cock, I nudged the swollen mushroom shaped tip against the crack of her ass. As my rock hard cock grazed against the crack of Rambha's ass, I saw her jerk her head around to look at me, her eyes wide with fear.
"Saheb..." she muttered, the apprehension about what I was going to do writ large on her face. "What... ?" I shot back, a smirk on her face. "Unhh ... nothing ... nothing, sahib..." she murmured, deciding against voicing her concern. I was sure that she was worried that I was going to fuck her in the ass. Letting out a little chuckle, I said "Don't worry ... I'm not going to fuck you there..." running my palm over her large voluptuous butt.
Hetal giggled upon hearing that, and an embarrassed smile flickered on Rambha's face, the relief in her eyes visible. I was getting very turned on by watching Rambha lick on Hetal's thick puffy sparsely haired cunt; more so seeing the discomfiture of both girls in doing that. Hetal was trying to smile through clenched teeth, as the unfamiliar sensations of a tongue on her cunt assailed her body.
Though I knew she was a whore, I doubted if she'd ever had anyone lick her pussy, let alone another girl. To her credit, the gawky Rambha was giving everything in complying to my instructions. Though she seemed distinctly uncomfortable doing it, she was trying to do her best by thrusting her tongue out, and wriggling it against Hetal's thick puffy pussy lips. Glancing at Hetal, I taunted "So, how does it feel... ?" a smirk on my face.
Trying to grin bravely, she replied "Um ... it ... it tickles, sahib..." as she supported herself on the platform, and squirmed, her buttocks lifting off the platform involuntarily. Smiling back at her, I patted Rambha's prodigious butt, and asked "Are you ready now... ?" fisting my hard cock, and sliding it under her butt, causing it to nuzzle against her cropped haired cunt.
Twisting her head backwards to look at me, she gave me a toothy smile, before managing to reply "Uh ... yes ... yes, sahib..." automatically planting her feet wider on the floor. "Good..." I muttered, as I leaned forward to reach for her cunt from the belly. Running my fingers along the slit of her pussy, I muttered "Hmm ... doesn't look like you are ready ... you are not wet yet..." probing her pussy lips, and pushing a finger inside.
"No ... I am ready, sahib..." she blurted out immediately, her eagerness to please arousing me further. She quickly spat on to her fingers to wet them, and reaching under her belly, proceeded to wet herself with her moistened fingers. That utterly crude action made my cock lurch, and leaning against her butt, the shaft of my rampant cock pressing against her cunt, I reached out and cupped one of her dangling conical fleshy breasts with my hand.
Squeezing the firm yet pliant flesh of her mango-shaped tits, I rolled her long thick black nipples between my fingers, trying to arouse her further. She responded by spreading her feet wider apart, and guided my probing cock towards the opening of her cunt with her fingers. Bending my knees a bit, I thrust forward slowly, not wanting to hurt this poor girl.
"Haiii, maaa..." I heard the buck-toothed brown skinned 23-year old Rajasthani tribal girl cry out, as the swollen tip of my cock penetrated her sparsely haired cunt. As Hetal watched, her eyes glittering, I adjusted my hips, and taking hold of Rambha's huge ass in my hand, pushed forward, sending the thick shaft of my cock into her not fully wet cunt.
Hetal's face was flushed with excitement, and there was something like a crazed expression on her face, as she watched me begin to fuck her friend from behind. As my cock slowly entered Rambha's 23-year old cunt, I realized that she could take a cock of my thickness easily inside her. Some of these rabaari tribals were huge men, and I was sure someone like Rambha would have been fucked by many of them.
All the same, as I cock went in deeper, I saw her jerk her head upwards, pulling her mouth away from Hetal's cunt. Squeezing one of her dangling tits roughly, I pulled my cock out and then thrust it into her hard, unable to resist the temptation anymore. As my hips smacked against her huge buttocks, I heard emit a soft cry of "Haaiii...", holding on to Hetal's thighs for support. The insides of her cunt seemed to cling to my cock, as I began to rhythmically fuck her from behind, my hips smacking into her butt with each thrust.
As Rambha began to moan, Hetal grabbed hold of her head, and thrust it towards her thick lipped cunt again, urging her to continue licking her. I was pleased to see the busty Hetal also getting into the act, playing out the role she was expected to, perfectly. "Aur zor se choddo usko, sahib ... usko chudwaan bahut acchha lagta hai..." Hetal hissed through her clenched teeth, urging me to fuck her friend harder, by telling me that she enjoyed being fucked.
Seeing the slutty Hetal grin again, as she tried to encourage me to fuck her friend, I muttered to myself "Wait till I fuck you, bitch..." beginning to thrust into Rambha's cunt harder. Reaching under Rambha's belly, my fingers found the place where my cock was penetrating her cunt, and quickly located the clit on the upper side of her cunt.
Clutching one of her luscious mango-shaped dangling tits with my left hand, I began to furiously rub her aroused clitoris with the middle finger of my right hand, even as I continued to fuck her hard from behind. As my fingers began to manipulate her clitoris, I saw Rambha arch her neck, and clench Hetal's thighs hard, her buck toothed deformed mouth opening. I knew that if I waited to make her come with my fucking, I would end up coming too; and so, I resorted to stimulating her clit with my fingers.
Egged on my Hetal's coarse encouraging words, I continued to ram my cock into Rambha's hot juicy cunt, even as I fingered her clit furiously. Suddenly, without warning, I felt the hapless Rambha's thighs begin to quiver uncontrollably, and her knees starting to wobble. "Maaaiiiii..." I heard her cry out through clenched teeth, as I felt her cunt beginning to spasm uncontrollably, as she succumbed to the frantic minstrations of my finger on her clitoris, and my cock ploughing her cunt.
Letting go of her tits, I grabbed hold of her by her waist, and held her in place, even as I rubbed her clitoris mercilessly. Slowing down the pace of driving my cock into her, I focused on getting her off with my fingers on her clitoris. Soon, she let out a prolonged moan, her voice muffled on account of Hetal holding her head between her thighs, and I felt her entire body shudder violently.
"Bas, sahib ... basss..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her orgasm ravaged her body, her knees almost giving up on her. Satisfied, I stopped thrusting into her, holding my steely hard cock buried in her cunt, enjoying the sensations of her wet cuntal muscles spasming on my cock, even as I felt my fingers getting soaked with her copious vaginal secretions.
Satisfied, I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and helped her straighten. As she turned around, there was a dazed expression on her face, unstead on her feet as she straightened her back. Her mouth was open, her protruding teeth jutting out, and her luscious ripe breasts heaved, as she breathed heavily, trying to get herself under control.
My rock hard cock was wet and slimy with her cuntal juices, and stood out like a glistening pole, swaying gently like a menacing snake. Hetal had a crazed look in her eyes, and as her eyes were drawn to my cock, her hands automatically went to her pussy. Rubbing her cunt absent mindedly, one leg still drawn up on the platform, she asked me throatily "So, how did you like Rambha, sahib..." grinning cockily once again. The hapless Rambha, who had never expected to be driven to an orgasm, stood there watching me, as if awaiting a verdict.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 65

I suddenly felt sorry for the poor girl, and reaching out to her, pulled her towards me by her waist. Wrapping my arm around her waist from behind, I smiled and said "She's good ... I like her..." causing her to smile nervously too, as she struggled to get her breathing in order. As Rambha blushed, as if suddenly aware of her nudity, I felt Hetal reach out with her hand take my still hard slimy cock in her hand.

Fisting my cock, she grinned lasciviously and said "Arre, sahib ... you are still hard like a flag pole..." her eyes squinting with mischief. Smirking at her, I responded "So, what are you going to do about it... ?" reaching out to squeeze one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts. As I marveled at the firmness of her teenage tits yet again, she giggled seductively, and pushing her chest out towards me.
"Whatever you want, sahib..." she said, grinning mischeviously again. By now, she had jumped off the platform, and was standing next to me, twiddling with braided hair, trying to draw my attention to her magnificent tits. With a smile, I got on to the platform, and sat on it, dangling my legs below. Reaching out, with my left hand, I pulled Rambha towards me, making her stand next to my knee.
Dbanging my arm around her shoulder, I cupped her ripe mango-shaped tits and smiled at her, trying to let her know that I had acknowledged her presence. She responded my smiling at me, awkwardly trying to hide her protruding teeth. As her eyes were drawn to my cock standing up, she gingerly reached out to take it in her hand. Clutching my cock, she looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes, as if seeking permission to go ahead with something.
When I nodded my assent, she once again smiled shyly, before bending forward quickly, and taking my cock in her mouth. Pleasantly surprised, I leaned back, and caressed her bare back, enjoying the feel of her large thick nipples grazing against my thighs. At the same time, I felt Hetal snuggle up against me on the other side, pressing her huge firm tits to my side.
Grabbing hold of the single braid of her rough hair, I pulled her head back, and planted my mouth on hers. She let out a little groan, and opened her mouth wide, lashing her tongue against mine. At the same time, I pulled my left hand away from Rambha's back, and cupped her incredibly firm heavy breasts.
Kneading the firm flesh of her tits, I tongued her mouth furiously, turned on enormously by the manner in which Rambha was somehow taking the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As Hetal slid her hand between my thighs, and began to fondle my swollen balls with her thick pudgy fingers, I pulled my mouth away from hers, and in turn clamped it on her firm hard overdeveloped breasts.
With a groan, I began to suck on her incredible tits like a maniac, biting on them, and nibbling on her pinkish brown nipples with my teeth. Rambha was now intent on sucking me off, and I saw the way she was opening her buck toothed mouth wide, and taking my thick cock all the way up to her throat.
Rambha was an accomplished cock sucker, and the way she was going about it, I knew that I was not going to last for too long. With a groan, I pulled my mouth away from Hetal's tits which were now reddened, and gazed at Rambha's bobbing head with arousal. She was now emitting involuntary gurgling sounds from her throat, as she took in my cock up to her throat each time, and sucked on it frantically.
Realizing that my attention was drawn to Rambha, Hetal too knelt in front of me, and brought her face near my cock. As Rambha paused to catch her breath, Hetal took hold of my quivering cock, and began to stroke it rapidly. I felt like some slave master, as I watched these two tribal girls, bending in front of me, pleasuring my cock with their mouths.
"Ummmm..." Hetal moaned seductively, as she took turns to take my cock in her mouth, and suck on it furiously, before letting it slip out of her mouth. Thrusting her thick tongue out, she began to lick along the side of my slippery wet cock, beckoning to Rambha also with her fingers to do the same.
As Rambha followed suit, and began to flick her tongue on the swollen tip of my cock, with Hetal licking the sides, I clenched my hips, and felt my buttocks tightening. With a savage grunt, I let go, and my cock erupted, sending a thick wad of boiling hot semen shooting out of the inflamed slit of my cock head.
Hetal yelped in surprise, as I ejaculated without warning, my hot jism spattering on to her wide thick face. As her hands automatically flew to her face to protect eyes, I saw Rambha instinctively pull my cock away from Hetal's face, and point it towards her. As her fingers automatically pumped my cock, subsequent spurts of my hot cum, shot out of the inflamed tip of my cock, and landed on her chin; dribbling down to her breasts.
With a groan, I threw my head back, supporting myself by placing my hands behind my butt on the kitchen platform. Recovering from her initial shock quickly, Hetal also took hold of my cock, and pumped it, making the last few drops of my boiling hot semen ooze out of my cock. Satisfied with their efforts, the two village girls, looked up at me with their cum splattered faces, smiling at me bravely.
As my semen drooled down Hetal's cheeks, on to her breasts, she stood up quickly, wiping it with her hands. Spent, I could only sit back and watch, as the girls hurried towards the sink in the kitchen, washing my cum off their hands, faces, and breasts. Jumping off the platform, I too went into the platform, to clean myself up. By the time I came out, both of them had put on their clothes, and were talking to each other in hushed tones.
Seeing me approach, they fell silent, and turned to smile at me. Hetal was the first to speak, as she came up to me, and said "I hope you are happy, sahib..." smiling, as she twirled her ghaagra. I'd planned to fuck her also today, but had come before I could, thanks to the two of them working wonders on my cock with their mouths and tongues. 'Hmm..." I said, grinning enigmatically.
I knew she was here only for the money, and deciding to not waste any more of my time, turned around and went into my bedroom. Returning with my wallet, I pulled out a 500 rupee note, and handing it to Rambha, said "Keep this for now ... go to a dentist, and find out from him how much your braces will cost ... then you come to me..." maintaining a straight face. Rambha glanced at Hetal, and seeing her nod, took the money from me gratefully.
"Thank you, sahib ... I will be eternally grateful to you..." she said, smiling awkwardly, conscious of her buck tooth. "You don't have to be grateful for anything ... I am not doing you any favor..." I said coolly with a smile, patting her arm. Nodding, she bowed her head, seeming genuinely grateful. It seemed to be like she was not as manipulative a bitch as the slutty Hetal. Sliding up closer to me, Hetal said to Rambha "You go ahead and wait outside ... I'll join you in a minute..." signaling her with her eyes that she had something to take care of with me alone.
As Rambha left, throwing me a grateful smile again, Hetal turned to me, and wrapping her arms around my waist, pressed herself to me. Smiling seductively, she said "Nothing for me today, sahib... ?" her voice dripping with honey. The bitch was shameless enough to ask me for money, for having pimped her friend like a whore.
I felt like slapping her and throwing her out of the house, but held myself back somehow. After all, I was responsible for having allowed her to take these liberties with me. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was her gossiping with someone else about my sexual depravity with these village women. Grabbing her thick ass, I squeezed it as I said "Why should I give you anything today ... I didn't fuck you today..." smiling lasciviously, as I spoke these crude words.
"Ohh, sahib ... aisa mat boliye..." she crooned, pressing herself to me further. Reaching down to fondle my docile cock under the towel, she contined "You know you can fuck me any time you want, sahib ... even now..." as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly, trying her best to titillate me. Throwing back my head, I laughed mirthlessly and said "It's too late for that now..." I saw her cocky face fall, as she pouted and said "Ohh, sahib..." realizing that her charms were not working on me.
After a moment's pause, she said "Then, can I come again the afternoon, sahib..." her tone hopeful " ... I will make it worth your while, sahib..." trying to smile seductively again. I gazed at her for a moment, wondering how desperate she could get, before shaking my head. "Naah ... not today ... you come tomorrow morning..." I said to her with a little chuckle, enjoying myself thoroughly.
"OK, sahib ... I will come tomorrow then..." she piped, smiling bravely at me, albeit disappointed at not getting anything out of me today. Deciding to go a little easy on her, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet, and handed it to her. Surprised, her thick blunt fair face, lit up with a bright smile, as she grabbed hold of my hand and said in that husky squeaking voice of hers "Ohh, sahib ... I knew you were joking with me ... I knew it..." bobbing her head excitedly, thrilled at getting a 'tip' from me for her services, grinning broadly.
Standing on her toes, she planted a quick kiss on my lips, before shaking her torso from side to side, and purposely rubbing her firm breasts inside the blouse on my chest. Dropping her tone, she said "Saheb, if my mother asks ... please tell her that I made you happy today..." referring to the matronly Gajra ben. I was amused by how scared she was of her mother, who had almost thrashed her in front of me the last time the two of them were here. "Don't worry ... I will..." giving her a playful pinch on those firm tits of hers.
After they left, I closed the door and went inside to get dressed. My stomach was rumbling, and I wondered what I should do for breakfast. Just as I was pulling on my trousers, the bell rang again. I groaned inwardly, realizing that it would be the maids, Pushpa and Rani. After the session in the morning, I was in no mood to fool around with them, and muttering to myself, went to open the door.
To my surprise, it was not them, but my sexy 36-year old neighbour, the luscious Sarla bhabhi. She was attired in yet another lovely looking lavender chiffon saree, looking every bit the classic sexy housewife. As she stood there, hands on her hips, the saree tied well below her navel to show off her sexy belly, I couldn't help but marvel at how desireable she could be for sex-crazed youngsters like us.
"Ahem ... so you finally decided to visit your own house ... eh?" she said with sarcasm, but with that teasing smile on her luscious lips. Before I could respond, she pushed past me and bustled into the house. Closing the door behind her, she turned to me, hands on her hips, and with a stern expression on her face "So where have you been all these days ... you don't even come home to sleep, is it... ?" continuing to berate me in her inimitable style, without allowing me to speak.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 66

My heart skipped a beat, as I realized she had been keeping a watch on when I slipped in and out of the house. "Umm, I've been around, aunty..." I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with my shy collegeboy charm. "Around ... around... !!!" she exclaimed, cutting me off again, as she walked up to me.

Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none to gently like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued "Do you know that you left the door of your terrace open... !!!" berating me like a dominating aunt. "Uh-oh..." I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she tweaked my ear rather painfully, before letting go of it. Pursing her lips, she questioned again "So where have you been spending your nights, young man... ???" nodding her head as if daring me to answer.
"Umm ... aunty ... I've been sleeping at one of my friends place..." I mumbled, praying she'd not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi's house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty's house the night before. "Hmm..." she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me standing there like a chastised collegeboy, her expression relaxed.
Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Arre, beta ... your aunty gets worried, na ... your mother called me yesterday night since nobody was answering the phone here ... and it looks so bad if I am not able to tell her where you are..." cooling down considerable, and speaking in a more understanding tone. "Oh..." I mumbled, realizing I had not called up my parents this week.
Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued "Anyway ... I told her that you are doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ... and that she had nothing to worry about..." caressing my chest, as she looked up at me fondly. "After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of you ... isn't it... ?" she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at the hair on my chest.
Despite having my got my rocks off only a while back, I felt myself responding to her teasing mannerisms. Reaching out, I wrapped both my hands around her waist, and pulled her to me, causing her lush ripe 36-year old body to press against mine. Looking into her eyes, I said "Oh, aunty ... I missed you..." smiling shyly at her.
Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said "Don't you try to sweet talk me, you little devil..." smiling nonetheless, as she caught me looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it. "Ohh, poor boy ... you must have not even had breakfast..." she exclaimed, her motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she bustled into the kitchen, tying the pallu of her saree around her waist.
"Oh, boy ... why the hell does she turn me on so much... !!!" I groaned inwardly, even as I felt my insatiable cock stir inside my briefs. Scratching my head in wonder, I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she went about fixing breakfast for me. Putting the milk to boil in the milk cooker, she quickly got down to making some batata-poha, a tasty Gujarati breakfast made with crushed rice flakes and potatoes.
As she was soaking the rice-flakes, she said "By the way, the servants wont be coming for the next 10 days ... they have gone to their village for Navaratri..." referring to the Gujarati festival of nine nights. "So I have asked Gajra ben to arrange for someone in the interim..." she continued, referring to the 46-year old rabaari woman, who supplied milk in our colony.
"Um ... OK..." I mumbled, wondering if Gajra ben would be sending her daughter as the domestic help. "Acchhaa ... talking about Navaratri ... I have heard that your club organizes the best Garba program in the city..." referring to the prestigious club that my father was a member of. "Uhh ... yeah ... it's quite nice..." wondering what she was driving at.
"Good ... good..." she said, as she went about making breakfast for me. As I waited, she continued "You know, beta ... every year ... for Navaratri ... my husband used to arrange for complimentary passes for some club ... but this year ... he is not able to make it..." straining the water from the rice flakes.
Glancing at me to check if I was listening, she continued "So this year when Amisha asked me, where I would be taking her ... I said sorry beta ... this year your Sarla aunty has not been able to plan anything..." tossing some finely chopped onions and green chillies into a round-bottomed pan. I tensed when I heard her mention Amisha's name, wondering what she had to do with all this.
"Uh, who Amisha, aunty... ?" I murmured, trying to put on a suitably bewildered look. "Oho ... you are so forgetful ... Amisha ... Mayuri ben's younger daughter ... the one you gifted the bicycle to ... on her birthday ... remember... ?" she exclaimed, shaking her head at my so called forgetfulness. "Oh, yes ... sorry..." I answered, nodding my head as if I'd suddenly recollected who Amisha was.
Sprinkling some spices on the chopped onions and chillies, she continued "You see ... every year I take them along with me for Garba ... the poor girls ... they don't have a father, na..." wrinkling her nose as the onions & chillies sizzled in the oil. "Hmm..." I muttered, suddenly feeling sorry about the fact that Amisha and Seema did were actually fatherless. Mayuri ben had told me more than once to stay away from Sarla bhabhi, branding her a cougar after young boys. But it didn't seem to me like Sarla bhabhi harbored any such sentiments towards her.
Tossing the chopped potatoes into the pan, and covering the pan with a lid to allow the potatoes to cook, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she said "So, beta ... will you be able to arrange passes for us to your Club..." smiling sweetly at me. "Umm ... I guess so, aunty ... I will speak to the Club Manager..." I responded, making a mental note to call up the manager.
"Umm ... will Mayuri aunty and Seema didi be also coming... ?" I asked, as Sarla bhabhi put some water to boil for making tea. Turning to look at me, she replied "No, beta ... how can Mayuri ben come ... she is a widow ... and I don't think Seema also will..." shaking her head. "Ohh..." I mumbled, nodding her head in understanding.
"She sure doesn't behave like one..." I thought to myself, reflecting on Sarla bhabhi referring to the lusty Mayuri ben as a widow. "But Amisha may like to bring some of her friends along..." Sarla bhabhi continued, as she put in tea leaves into the boiling water. "Would that be a problem, beta ... to arrange for some extra passes... ?" she asked, turning to look at me.
Pursing my lips, I pretended to think about it for a while, before answering "Umm, no ... I don't think so..." trying hard to conceal my excitement about the prospects of going for Garba with not only the teasing Sarla bhabhi and the sexy teenaged Amisha, but also her friends.
Lifting the lid of the pan to check on the contents, she said "By the way, that girl has become totally fidaa on you..." glancing at me with a naughty grin. "Who... ?" I answered, trying to sound bewildered. "Amisha..." replied Sarla bhabhi, smiling at me knowingly " ... ever since you arranged that birthday party for her ... and gifted her that bicyle..." she finished, shaking her head, as if amused by my naivety.
"Oh, that was just..." I mumbled, pretending embarrassment, and leaving my sentence unfinished. Stirring the contents of the pot, and taking a bit of it in a spoon to check on the salt, she grunted in satisfaction, before closing the lid again. The aroma of the batata-poha, coupled with my hunger, made my mouth water, and I said "Mmmm ... that smells great, aunty ... I'm dying to eat it..." smiling as I ran my tongue over my lips.
As she beamed with pride and smiled fondly, I added "How lucky I am ... to have the good fortune of breakfast being made for me by such a gorgeous lady..." grinning from ear to ear. "Chal hat..." she chided me " ... don't try to flatter your aunty..." as she reached out to playfully hit me with the ladle. Laughing, I jumped out of her reach, even as she was distracted by the tea starting to boil over.
Reaching to quickly turn off the gas, she smiled at me rather fondly. It pleased me to see another side to Sarla bhabhi. She had always been this cock-teasing aunty, a teasing, and sometimes mocking smile on her face. But now, I could see shades of something like fondness in the way she occasionally smiled at me. Continuing to smile, she fluttered her eyelashes and said "I hope you still would like to see your Sarla aunty in a ghaagra-choli..." referring to that ornately designed dreses that girls and young women wore for Garba.
"I could never forget what you told me that day ... that you used to come to watch Garba ... only to see me dance in my ghaagra-choli..." she added, continuing to smile at me seductively. It was a fact that I used to gawk at her those days. She was, after all, every teenage boy's fantasy, and the only one among the "aunties" in our colony, who dared to wear a backless choli.
"Oh, aunty..." I replied, the color rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed that she'd remembered me admitting that to her. Pleased at the response she'd elicited, she smiled and said "So, you'll get a chance to see me in that again now..." her prominent cheekbones turning a shade of red, as she smiled at me seductively. "I hope I fit into it now..." she added with a chuckle.
The batata-poha was by now ready, and as she transferred the contents into a plate, I let out a deep sigh, amazed at how much this teasing, sexy 36-year old housewife, still managed to turn me on. "Come, now ... have your naashta ... I'm sure you are starving by now..." she said in a motherly tone, as she carried the plate into the living room. I tucked into the hot batata-poha with relish, muttering praises through mouthful, as she sat next to me at our dining table, and watched me eat.
Once I'd eaten my fill, she brought me my tea. As I sipped on my tea, she cleared the plates, taking over the role of my mother in the house for the moment. It was amazing how married women could switch between different roles so easily. One moment, they could smother you with their motherly affection, and the other moment, they could overwhelm you with their pent up passion in bed.
As Sarla bhabhi returned to the living room, adjusting the pallu of her saree, she smiled at me and said "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast, beta..." patting my belly. Grabbing hold of her hand, I gallantly kissed it and said "I loved it, aunty ... but more than that, I loved your company..." grinning broadly. She beamed and blushed at the same time, as she gushed "Wait till tonight, beta ... we will have a good time..." smiling tantalizing at me again.
"I have to go to the parlor, now ... to get ready for tonight..." she added teasingly, referring to us going out for Garba tonight. "I will speak to Amisha and let you know how many extra passes we will need, OK beta..." she said, as she bustled out of the house, in the same manner in which she'd come in.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 67

After Sarla bhabhi left, I called up the manager of our Club to arrange for the passes. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help. As I thanked him for his kindness, he responded effusively with an "Oh, anytime sir ... anytime ... after all your guests are our guests also..." leaving me smiling.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully; the only highlight being the darling Kalpana aunty coming with my lunch in the afternoon. After the night before last, a new sort of bond had been established between us. Though she was extremely warm to me, I could sense the undercurrents of discomfiture in her mannerisms. After all, how would one expect any self-respecting mother of two to behave with a young college-goer like me, with whom she had such a complex relationship?
Not only was she having a passionate sexual dalliance with a 20-something youth, but her teenaged daughter too seemed to be completely infatuated with him. A middle-aged woman having an affair with a youngster seemed bad enough; and the fact that she had to share his affections with her own teenaged daughter only complicated matters further.
Especially when matters had gotten out of hand, and mother and daughter had ended up sharing their bodies with me; that too, right in front of each other. I could well imagine how difficult it would be now for her to not only face me, but her own daughter. These were the thoughts that preoccupied me, as I ate my lunch, even as she watched me affectionately.
Our conversation was polite, to say the least, and when I hugged her as she was about to leave, I could see the conflict raging within her body and soul. Even though I had spent the most erotic night imaginable with Kalpana aunty and her 17-year old daughter Jigna, a part of me now wished it had not happened; at least not the way it eventually did.
The look in her eye as she looked at me fondly and kissed me softly on the lips, was of a woman who had been stripped of her last vestige of modesty before me; and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not wanting her to find out about me taking Sarla bhabhi and Amisha to our club for Garba, I told her about it myself.
She was nice about it, and wished me a good time, but when I asked her if she, Jigna, and Jatin-bhai would like to join us, she declined politely. "It's very kind of you to ask, beta..." she said " ... but we would only be a burden..." smiling warmly at me, as she touched my cheek affectionately. It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.
Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with their friends.
I was hoping that Amisha's best friend, the pretty Barbie-doll like Krutika would come along, and was somewhat disappointed when I came to know that she wasn't. Instead, it was going to be the dusky South Indian girl Mini, who'd been given permission to go out at night, only if she were accompanied by a male from their family, which in this case had turned out to be one of her cousin brothers, who was visiting them from their home town in Kerala.
Refreshed by my afternoon siesta, I went up to my terrace for a work-out, spending more time on tightening my biceps with my dumb-bells. Given the new laws that had come into effect, clubs could not remain open beyond 1:00 AM in the night, the program was supposed to start by 8:00 PM. After a rigorous work-out, I had a quick shower, and got ready for the evening. I decided against shaving, realizing that my 2-day old stubble did look all that bad, and somehow made me look older than I actually was.
Deciding to wear a wine-red Kurta along with my faded blue denims, along with a pair of Jodhpuris, I was at Sarla bhabhi's house by about 6:30 PM, having nothing else to do. "Ohh ... you are already ready... !" she exclaimed as she opened the door. "I must hurry up then..." she said with a little laugh, as she closed the door behind us. I had been looking forward to seeing how she would look in the traditional Garba attire, and even though I had expected her to look fabulous, I was stil left breathless by how she looked.
She was wearing lovely pink ghaagra-choli, which despite being conservatively cut, was stunning in its understated elegance. She looked regal in that; the perfect picture of a lovely vivacious housewife, who conveyed her age with élan. She was still clutching the comb with which she had been brushing her hair, and when she saw me gaping at her, she beamed with pride. "So, how do I look, beta... ?" she asked, pushing back her hair, and posing before me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
Smiling slowly, I replied "You look magnificent, aunty..." unable to pull my eyes from her lovely breasts under the somewhat transparent pink choli, and her incredibly desirable milky white belly, the ghaagra tied well below her navel, accentuating her naturally curvy and lush body. "Ohh, don't call me 'aunty'..." she intoned with an accentuated pout, before breaking out into a laugh.
As I too laughed at her little theatrics, she said "On a serious note, beta ... do you think this makes me look more 'aunty-like'..." gazing expectantly at me. Taking a step back, I made a show of holding my chin and pursing my lips, as if inspecting her closely. "Hmm..." I grunted, as I nodded my head, as if making some profound observations, causing her to protest "Oh, come on ... don't tease me ... I am serious..." smiling nonetheless.
In all fairness, in this attire, she looked more classy than sexy. Looking at her, I asked "Do you want my honest opinion, aunty... ?" smiling naughtily. "Of course ... please..." she replied immediately, her expression expectant. "Umm ... let me see..." I began, trying to choose my words carefully.
"You ... umm ... look magnificent, aunty ... very elegant ... very classy ... very lovely..." I began, watching her nod her head automatically, soaking in the adulation she'd come to expect from me. "But..." I continued, looking to see if her expression changed. "But what..." she automatically exclaimed, her beaming face falling a bit, nodding her head as if urging me to complete.
"But ... there's something ... umm ... missing..." trying hard to get my thoughts in order, even as I looked at her closely. "Missing ... what's missing, beta ... tell me..." she urged, a slightly bewildered look on her teasing fair-complexioned high-cheekboned extremely desireable face, even as she self-consciously began to smooth her lovely flowing ghaagra. "But ... you look more beautiful than sexy..." I finally said, a sheepish grin on my face.
Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she took in what I said, glancing at herself in the mirror hung behind their main door. Adjusting the pallu of her almost transparent chiffon-like pink choli, she looked at me in the mirror and said "So, you're saying that I'm not looking sexy enough..." repeating what I'd just said, as if trying to interpret something out of it.
Pursing my lips, I said "I'm sorry, aunty ... but, yes..." I replied. Realizing that she'd taken my observation far too seriously, I said "I mean ... this is lovely ... but I think ... I think ... you would look so hot ... so sexy ... if you wore a backless choli..." my voice becoming hoarse as I spoke the last few words. Hearing that, she pouted her lips, and exclaimed "Oh, beta ... I know ... I know ... but I'm too old to wear backless cholis now..." her face creased with disappointment.
"Oh no, aunty ... that's all in your mind ... you still have ... umm ... such a lovely figure..." I interjected, protesting vehemently, gazing lovingly at her lush, ripe, not so full, figure. She seemed to have not even heard me, as she turned to face the mirror again. "You don't understand, beta ... my breasts are not so firm anymore..." she said matter of factly, subconsciously reaching for her full, rounded 34-C breasts, supported by a bra under that pink elaborately adorned blouse that she wore, and hefting them in the palms of her hands.
Hearing the sexy Sarla bhabhi talk to me so openly about her body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Taking a few steps to get behind her, as she stood facing the mirror with her back to me, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and placing my hands over her breasts, I said huskily "Oh, aunty ... don't say that ... you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen..." trying my best to flatter her, even as my fingers felt the contours of her lacy bra under the blouse.
As I rested my chin on her shoulders, and pressed my pelvis to her soft lush butt from behind, she looked at me in the mirror, and catching my eye, smiled at me fondly. "Oh, beta ... you are so cute..." softly touching my hands which rested on her breasts. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, pleased with the attention I was lavishing on her, she smiled once again, and said "I know you love your Sarla aunty, beta ... but the fact is ... without my bra ... my breasts sag..." once again reaching to cup one of her lush, soft breasts, and squeezing it for effect.
I felt my cock stiffening automatically inside my denims as I watched her cup her own breasts, and talk to me about them so freely. Letting go off her, I turned her around to face me, and taking her hands said "OK, aunty ... do me one favor ... at least just wear it and show me once ... after all, we have enough time... "showing her my watch. "And once Amisha is here ... we'll ask her for her opinion also ... the let us decide..." I said decisively, desperately trying to convince her.
As she stood there thinking about it, still uncertain, I persisted "Oh, aunty ... please ... at least for me..." putting on my best charming collegeboy expression, and smiling at her. Seeing the expression on my face, she finally smiled slowly, the inherent seductiveness returning to her teasing smile. Pinching my cheeks fondly, she said "OK, beta ... if you say so..." as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 68

"Fantastic..." I replied with a big smile, as I stepped back and nodded happily. "I'm honored ... oh my dearest Sarla aunty..." I said with a flourish, bowing my head in mock chivalry. "You naughty boy..." she chided me fondly, playfully slapping me on my arm. "By the way ... you and I are part of a little conspiracy already..." she said, something coming to her mind suddenly. "What's that... ?" I asked automatically.

Grinning naughtily, she said "Both Amisha and her friend want to wear backless cholis as well ... but obviously ... since their mothers wouldn't allow them ... they are going to do it clandestinely..." shaking her head excitedly. "So, they are going to wear regular blouses under their backless cholis when they leave from their house ... but they're going to come here ... and get rid of the blouse..." she continued, her eyes twinkling merrily, as she shared the little secret with me.
"And we are their partners in crime..." she added, chuckling heartily as she finished. While the more adventurous and liberated girls wore backless cholis during Navaratris, it was common practice for the relatively conservative girls to wear a regulation blouse under the backless choli. That way, they didn't have to sacrifice the glamor and allure of those elaborately designed cholis, since the best looking ones were inevitably backless ones; while at the same time not look "aunty-type" wearing only those boring blouses.
Hearing this little nugget of unexpected information, I began to look forward to the evening more than ever. "Oh, by the way ... you are looking really nice too..." I heard Sarla bhabhi say suggestively, snapping me out of my reverie, even as she came close to me, and placed her hand on my chest, caressing the muscles of my chest through my silk wine-red kurta. As I beamed with pleasure, she caressed the two-day old stubble on my cheeks, and said seductively "And this stubble makes you look really sexy too..." her eyes dancing on me teasingly.
More than anything else, what turned me on about Sarla bhabhi were her cock-teasing mannerisms. And this time was no exception, as she bit her lips suggestively. "Oh, come on, aunty ... when will you stop teasing me..." I protested, with a groan. She laughed at that, and replied "When you stop ogling at my body..." enjoying teasing me, and basking in the knowledge of having an adulatory youngster like me around.
Her mocking annoyed me, and aroused me at the same time, and with a grin I said "Can't help it, aunty ... you are just so hot..." reaching out to touch the milky white smooth skin of her fleshy waist from the side. "Save it for later, my darling beta..." she said with a little laugh, as she pulled away from me. "Let me try on the other dress..." she said suggestively, as she walked inside to her bedroom, leaving me shaking my head incredulously. With a sigh, I sat down in the comfortable couch, as she closed the door of her bedroom to change.
As I sat in the living room, waiting for Sarla bhabhi, the bell rang. Even as I got up to open the door, I heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside "Beta, can you get the door ... it will be Amisha and her friends..." Replying to her in the affirmative, I walked up to the door and opened it. It was indeed Amisha and her classmate, the sexy Mini, along with her cousin brother. "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." Amisha greeted me excitedly when she saw me, immediately reaching out to grab hold of my hand.
"Hi baby..." I said with a smile, as I let them in and quickly closed the door behind them. Amisha looked extremely desireable in a classic red Garba attire of ghaagra-choli, which was elaborately adorned in the popular 'rabaari bharat' style of embroidery, with a liberal sprinkling of tiny mirrors stitched into the cloth, which glimmered and shone, as they reflected light. There was something extremely provocative about college girls when they wore grown-ups' clothes like a saree, or this attire for that matter.
Even the most unremarkable of girls could get transformed during Navaratris, simply on account of that lovely attire. Being attractive even otherwise, Amisha was simply transformed, her confident, self assured demeanor adding to the allure. Her friend, the dusky Mallu girl, Mini, too looked simply vivacious, resplendent in an equally elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, which was of a stunning shade of deep blue. While Amisha's well developed 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, the sexy Mini's equally firm 32-B breasts looked incredibly well rounded under her elaborate choli.
"Where's Sarla aunty, bhaiya... ?" Amisha asked me, as she practically dragged me by my hand into the room. "Inside..." I said with a smile, pointing to the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom. "Oh, let's go inside ... come on..." Amisha said excitedly to Mini, letting go off my hand, as she went up to Sarla bhabhi's bedroom and knocked on the door. It was then that I noticed the young fellow, who was ostensibly Mini's cousin brother from her home town in Kerala, standing there awkwardly.
Turning to smile at Mini warmly, who herself stood there a trifle out of place, I extended my hand to shake hers, as I said "Hi Mini ... you look lovely..." even as I took her hand in mine and shook it warmly. She blushed, predictably enough, and smiling, said "Thank you, bhaiya ... you're looking very handsome too..." her mischevious eyes glinting. Turning to smile at the young boy, I said "You must me Mini's cousin ... hi, I'm Jignesh..." introducing myself. "Hai ... I am Biju..." the young Keralite boy answered awkwardly, as he shook my hand.
I had to stifle a smile, for some of these typical Keralite names never ceased to amaze and amuse me. Mini, and now Biju, were classic examples of that. "Good to meet you, Biju..." I replied warmly, wondering how much he would get ragged for just his name, had he been in my college. As Mini followed Amisha into Sarla bhabhi's bedroom, I caught a quick glimpse that both girls had indeed worn blouses under their backless cholis.
As I sat in the living room with Siju, I learnt that he was only an year elder to Mini, and had just completed his college, and was waiting for admission into a college. Though, he was extremely dark, he had the classic good looks that some Keralites are blessed with, complete with dark curly hair, thanks to Kerala's famous coconut oil! He was a pleasant enough fellow, and I soon learnt that he was big time into sports, and had even represented his college at the State level in both football as well as athletics.
As I sized him, I saw that he was blessed with a naturally athletic and muscular physique, which the likes of me, no matter how much time I spent pumping iron, could never ever build. He was a whole head taller than me, and suddenly I felt like somewhat physically inadequate in his presence, as I glanced at his strong shoulders, muscular fore arms, and thick calloused extra large feet.
But like with many such supremely physical specimens, he was somewhat awkard and goofy around people and not very self assured. Moreover, he had a thick South Indian accent that made me smile, whenever he spoke. I noted that he was not dressed for Garba, clas as he was in a simple pair of trousers and checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked.
He must have caught me glancing at his clothes, for he suddenly asked "Umm, bhaiyya..." pronouncing it as 'baiia' in his thick south Indian accent " ... I came only because Mini's mother would not have allowed her to go out alone ... I came from Kerala only yesterday ... and I don't have 'jubba' or anything..." making me smile when he used the word 'jubba', and also the accent with which he pronounced it.
It did not matter what one wore, but I realized he would feel terribly out of place at the Club, where everyone would be in their traditional best. Thinking quickly, I said "Don't worry, Biju ... I have an idea..." suddenly realizing that he'd probably fit into some of my clothes. Getting up, I said "Come on..." deciding to jump over to my place, and see what I could lend him to wear for the night. I remembered that I'd picked up a two pairs of jeans from the boutique store where Sapna worked yesterday, which I'd not even tried on, and vaguely suspected of being a tad oversized for me.
And I had plenty of kurtas in my wardrobe, and was sure that I could find something that would fit him. As he hesitated, I said "Come on ... we don't have time..." smiling at him, to make him feel at ease. As I'd suspected, the jeans were a size too large for me, and therefore fit him perfectly. And I also found a sober yet classy hand-woven cotton checked kurta that went well with the dark blue acid-washed jeans.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, I could see that he was immensely pleased with the result. "Perfect ... you look perfect..." I said, patting him on the shoulder, causing him to smile at me broadly, his big pearly white teeth shining. "Thank you very much, bhaiyya..." he said, shaking my hand vigorously, the gratitude evident in his smile. I knew I'd made a new friend at that moment.
Just as we got back to Sarla bhabhi's house and let ourselves in, the bedroom door opened, and Mini came out. To say that she'd been transformed would be an understatement. The girls seemed to have spent some doing their make-up under the guidance of the ever green Sarla bhabhi, and the results were impressive.
Mini had dark curly hair, which she habitually tied in a single braid at the back of her head, the curls held in check with multiple hair clips. However, now Sarla bhabhi seemed to have worked some magic on her hair, using liberal amounts of some hair spray that held the hair in place, and had helped her tie her hair in a single bun behind her head, undoubtedly helped by some false hair also.
The elaborately adorned dupatta was now worn as a ghunghat of sorts, held together over the bun of her hair with the help of hair clips, though still leaving most of her head uncovered. Her dusky complexion had been pepped up with the mandatory foundation that made her look less dark, and she even had some rouge highlights on her cheeks.
Sarla bhabhi had even helped her apply masacara to highlight her eyes, and also used the mascara pencil to good effect by using it to make three small dots in a triangular formation on the cleft of her chin.
"Wow, Mini ... you look wonderful..." I found myself saying, as soon as I laid my eyes on her, making her blush and smile. At the same time, her eyes fell on her cousin brother, and her eyes widened in surprise. She exclaimed something in her native tongue to Biju, who just grinned awkwardly and pointed to me.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 69

"Ohh, bhaiyya ... this is so nice of you..." immensely pleased at me having helped out her cousin with his wardrobe, as she automatically came to me and touched my hand. That's when she caught me looking at her chest, trying to figure out if she'd actually gotten rid of the blouse underneath, since there was no way of making it out from the front, the choli being the type which covered the entire front of her torso, including her belly.

I saw her blush and smile excitedly at the same time, as she looked up at me and whispered "Yes ... only the choli..." nodding her head excitedly. Her brother had now moved into the passage to the kitchen and was combing his hair using a mirror hung over the washbasin, and using the moment, I slid my hand around her back.
My heartbeat switched gears when I slid my hand upwards under her ghunghat, from her lower back to the upper back, and felt the skin of her bare back all the way through, except for the three strings at the back that held the choli in place.
"Lovely..." I found myself whispering back, my cock hardening almost instantly when I realized that she wore nothing else under that backless choli. I'd always wondered if and how girls managed to wear bras under these backless cholis, since I could never spot the strap of a bra at the back.
Despite her discomfiture at not having anything else underneath, I could see that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and a hint of a smile, with a mix of shyness and seductiveness, played on her lips. The fact that her tender young tennis ball type 32-B breasts sat absolutely firmly under the choli, with practically no sag, spoke volumes about her firm her breasts were.
Unlike Amisha, who still had a bit of baby fat on her body, Mini was the lean, firm, hard bodied type. Hearing the sounds of the bedroom door opening again, I quickly pulled my hand away from Mini's bare back, even as she too hastily pulled away. "How do I look, bhaiyyaa... !!!" I heard Amisha exclaim, as she came bustling out of the room, her pretty angular face beaming with pride.
As she stood there, pirouetting on her toes, twirling her long elaborate ghaagra, I found myself shaking my head incredulously. She too had been transformed, and looked absolutely ravishing. Sarla bhabhi had worked her magic with the make-up on Amisha too, and she looked every bit the delicious Gujarati teenage girl, resplendent in her traditional attire.
Even as Mini watched, somewhat bemused at Amisha's exuberance, Amisha came trotting to me, and clutched both my hands excitedly. "Ohh, aunty is so wonderful ... I am so happy ... so happy..." she exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down on her toes, causing her unsupported ripe young 32-C breasts under the choli to jiggle excitedly.
"I am speechless, baby..." I said, clearing my throat, continuing to soak in her beauty, even as I saw Mini smirk through the corner of my eyes. I could sense the undercurrents of rivalry between these two young teenage collegegirls, as both of them vied for my attention. But Amisha seemed oblivious to everything else, as she reached up to pull my head towards her, and whispered in my ear "Bhaiyya ... I'm not even wearing a bra..." her tone excited.
As she let go off my neck, and I straightened, I felt my cock give another appreciative twitch inside my jeans, at the uninhibited, naïve manner in which this sexy young teenager was telling me that she was not wearing anything else under her choli. Smiling broadly, displaying all her teeth, she asked again "So tell me, bhaiyya ... how do I look... ?" her eyes wide with expectation.
"You look gorgeous, baby..." I said with a smile, reaching out to pat her cheek gently, in a brotherly sort of way, which was only for the benefit of the dusky Mini who stood watching us closely. "Ohh, I know ... I know..." Amisha gushed, too excited to notice the little change in my mannerisms.
"Beta, Jignesh ... can you come in here for a minute please... ?" I heard Sarla bhabhi call out for me from the bedroom. "Excuse me, ladies..." I said with exaggerated politeness, and a wink to the two girls, causing both of them to burst into giggles. As I pushed open the bedroom door, Sarla bhabhi, who'd been waiting behind the door, quickly closed it behind me.
As she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt my cock give a noticeable jerk in the confines of my tight underwear. The cock-teasing milky white complexioned Sarla bhabhi looked sizzling hot and ravishing enough to eat! She'd changed into an all-black ghaagra-choli-ghunghat attire, that was intricately embroidered with tiny red triangles, which held similarly shaped tiny mirrors in place.
She looked like a much fairer, younger, and prettier version of Ila Arun, the Indian folk singer, the mascara in her eyes, and those three black dots on the cleft of her chin, standing out against the milky white complexion of her skin. She'd applied a lovely shade of lipstick on her lush lips, and wore a pair of dangling ethnic ear-rings.
Her heavily embroidered black choli had a deep round neck, that gave an enticing view of her lush cleavage, and the predominantly black color of her attire contrasted beautifully with the milky white complexion of her skin. There were only a few women who could carry off an all-black attire with such élan, and the lovely Sarla bhabhi was definitely one of them.
As I stood there gawking at her, my mouth agape, I could see that she was pleased with the effect her appearance had had on me. "I'm waiting..." she said with a teasing smile, as she batted her mascara-lined eyelashes flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words just caught in my throat. She had not worn the ghunghat over her head, leaving it dangling from her shoulder, and my eyes were drawn to her bosom.
Unsupported by a bra, her lovely 34-C breasts had settled down a bit on her chest, but not unduly so. On the contrary, they somehow looked a size larger than before. "Helloo..." I heard her say, pinching me good naturedly, snapping me out of reverie. Swallowing once again, I finally managed to gasp "Aunty ... you are ... you are like a dream come true ... you are the most..." unable to complete, as I just shook my head in awe of her sheer sexiness.
The attire she wore had definitely become a bit tight for her now, and it only served to accentuate the curves of her body even more. The front of her choli managed to cover most of her belly, but still left a tantalizing strip of her milky white belly uncovered just above her ghaagra. And the strings holding her choli in place at the back were tied tightly behind her back, accentuating her naturally curvy shape, where her waist flared out into full wide hips.
Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her hips, allowing me a feel of the smooth milky white skin of her bare waist, and said "So, do I still look as good as the Sarla aunty you used to come to watch play Garba ... many years ago..." she asked in a husky whisper, a teasing smile playing on her lush lips. "Ohh, aunty ... even better ... even better..." I found myself answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.
Pleased, she let go off my hand and took a step back. Straightening her shoulders, she asked me "Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are sagging... ?" she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion. "Oh no, aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ... bigger..." I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she asked me for my opinion. "Do they... ?" she asked, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips again. "Yes..." I replied, nodding.
Smiling at me knowingly, she stepped closer to me and said "The secret is bra pads..." taking my hand in hers, and placing it over her lush breasts. As she pressed my palm to her lush breasts, I realized that the reason her medium sized 34-C breasts looked a tad larger, and sat a tad firmer on her chest, was indeed on account of the bra-pads that she'd inserted into the cups of her choli. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts through the choli, and pressing the protruding bulge of my penis to her belly. "You're going to drive all the young guys like me out there crazy tonight..." I said with a smile, making her blush with pleasure.
We were getting late for the program, and pulling myself away from her, I said "I think we better leave now, aunty ... before you drive me crazy..." winking at her naughtily, eliciting soft laughter from her. As Sarla bhabhi gathered her purse and followed me out, the two young girls crowded around her, gushing with excitement about how lovely she looked. That's when Sarla bhabhi noticed Mini's cousin, Biju, who stood there gaping at her. Smiling prettily, she said to him "Oh, you must be Mini's cousin ... hello, beta ... I'm Sarla..." extending her hand to him.
The tall, dark Biju looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and he just stood there, his thick lipped mouth slightly agape, staring at Sarla bhabhi like she was some angel from heaven. Mini nudged him with her elbows, even as Sarla bhabhi looked at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Uhh, hello, aunty..." he finally croaked, taking Sarla bhabhi's extended hand awkwardly, pronouncing 'aunty' in his thick South Indian accent so that it sounded like 'andy'.
Sarla bhabhi chuckled, as she took in this strapping, young, albeit awkward lad, even as Mini rushed in to cover for her brother's awkwardness. "You know, aunty ... Jignesh bhaiyya gave him these clothes to wear..." trying to divert her attention. "Oh, is it ... why, that's very nice of him ... they suit Biju very well..." smiling sweetly at Biju. As Biju finally shut his gaping mouth, still holding on to Sarla bhabhi's hand, she laughed and said "You can let go off my hand now, beta ... I'm not running away anywhere..." her merry eyes twinkling.
In this brief exchange, it had become evident, that Biju had been simply mesmerized by Sarla bhabhi's sexiness and beauty. The poor guy had probably never seen a woman like her at such close quarters, let alone shakes her hand. And I had also detected a gleam in Sarla bhabhi's eyes, as she subtly checked out this dark, strapping young lad, her cougar like basic instincts liking what she saw. Something in the way Sarla bhabhi looked at Biju made me feel a bit jealous.
Brushing the thoughts away from my head, I announced "Come on, let's go ... we're getting late..." clapping my hands together for attention. "Yes ... yes..." the girls chirped in unison, as we all headed out, even as Sarla bhabhi locked the door behind her. "Here, beta ... you are the designated driver for the night..." she said, extracting her car keys and handing it to me. We got into her Maruti 800, with Biju in the front passenger seat, and the three women getting into the cramped rear seat.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 70

I felt like a shepherd taking his flock to the pastures, listening to the excited chatter of the girls behind, and the intermitten lilting, teasing laugh of the luscious Sarla bhabhi. Soon, we reached the Club, and as I stopped the car at our designated spot in the parking lot, everyone scrambled out, eager to go to where the Garba program was being held in the club's sprawling lush green lawn.

As we walked inside, the girls chattering excitedly with Sarla bhabhi, Biju fell into step with me. "Have you ever attended a Garba program... ?" I asked him, simply to make him feel at ease. "No, never ... this is my first time..." he replied, his eyes taking in the decorations all around the Club. The best thing about Navaratri programs at our club was that since entry was only by invitation, one never had to deal with the crowds that thronged most Garba venues. Moreover, the crowd was much better, since only members, and their invitees could come.
As we entered the sprawling lawn, which was lit up like a Christams tree, the 'Aarti', a mandatory prayer before the dancing started, was going on. I met quite a few of our family friends, all of whom politely inquired about my parents, and moved on after giving me the mandatory invitation to their houses for lunch or dinner. We stood there in the lawn, waiting for the prayer to get over, and I noticed that Sarla bhabhi was lavishing a fair bit of attention on Biju; laughing and joking with him, trying to get him to talk.
Mini too hung stood by her cousin's side, trying to help out her shy cousin brother wherever required. Taking the opportunity, Amisha came up to my left side, and sliding up close to me, slipped her fingers through mine. Brushing her young, firm breasts against my upper arm, she said softly "Bhaiyya ... I never said thank you for bringing us here..." continuing to look at the people gathered in the lawn.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I replied "You don't have to, baby ... you know how much I like being with you..." bringing a pleased smile to her lips. Pressing herself to my side, she said "And bhaiyya ... you are looking very handsome today ... very sexy..." letting me get a good feel of her ripe young teenage breasts under her thick choli. Slipping my fingers out of hers, I slid my hand to her back under her ghunghat, and caressing her smooth bare back, I replied "You too, baby ... you too..." relishing the feel of her smooth untarnished skin.
The 'aarti' done with, an announcer came on stage, and introduced the band which was going to play tonight, eliciting loud cheers from the small crowd, as they were a popular group, comprising of two girls, Preeti & Pinki; who'd taken the Garba song scene by storm in Gujarat. As the band started to play, people formed their own small groups, and began to dance and sway to the Garba music, the tempo being slow to start with.
"Come bhaiyya ... let's also start..." Amisha said, tugging at my hand. I saw Sarla bhabhi also dragging the poor Biju by his hand, coaxing him to join us. "Oh, don't you worry, my son ... I will teach you how to dance..." she said to him with a smile, even as Mini looked on with a bemused expression.
One of the main reasons I hated going for Garba, was the fact that I was born with two left feet, and was a terrible dancer. However, since everyone started off with the most basic style of dancing, I managed to keep up with them, beginning to enjoy watching Sarla bhabhi trying to teach the awkward young Biju the basic steps. It was evident that this strapping, young South Indian lad was completely enamored by Sarla bhabhi, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her lush body, which swayed seductively, as she began to get into her rhythm Garba.
It was evident that she was an accomplished dancer, and despite her age, she was far more pleasing to the eye than many of the much younger girls around. I saw many guys from other groups also throwing appreciative glances at the vivacious Sarla bhabhi, who seemed to be in her elements, and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was quick to laugh at Biju's awkward steps, but yet warm and patient with him all the same, undoubtedly enjoying the attention of everybody around.
Amisha, too was at her flirtatious best, her roving eyes constantly on the lookout to see who was watching her. Sarla bhabhi's mouth watering sexiness, coupled with the pretty Amisha's self-assured flirtatiousness, made sure our little group got a lot of attention from people around. Amisha enjoyed the attention she was getting from guys in other groups, and she was responding to their looks with surreptitious smiles of her own.
It always amazed me to see how otherwise shy girls, transformed themselves into seductresses during Garba, and the sexy Amisha was no exception. She was a natural grace that was attractive and seductive at the same time, and I found myself smiling, admiring the way she moved her body to the slow beats of the music playing. In the bright lights of the lawn, she looked incredibly desirable, the light glittering off the tiny mirrors on her ghaagra-choli.
Mini, on the other hand, was distinctly less comfortable. Though she'd learned to dance, she was nowhere near as self assured as Amisha, and I caught her glancing at me more than once. Each time I caught her looking, she'd smile, and pull her eyes away. Suddenly, I heard a voice call out behind me. Turning around, I was surprised to see who it was. It was Amisha's best friend, Krutika, who'd come up to us, accompanied by two good looking guys.
The sight of the lovely Krutika simply took my breath away, and I fell out of step, as I greeted her "Oh, hi Krutika ... what a surprise..." She looked simply stunning, in an absolutely gorgeous peacock-feather shaded ghaagra-choli, the make-up and the lights serving to accentuate the sheer gorgeousness of her pretty Barbie-doll like face. "Hi, bhaiyya..." she said with a smile that left me speechless, even as she turned to the others and greeted them.
The three college friends quickly got together, speaking all at once, excited at seeing each other so unexpectedly here. As everyone was introduced to each other, I came to know that of the two guys accompanying Krutika, one was her brother, while the other was her brother's friend. Unlike me, both of them were decked up in the traditional rabaari attire of men, looking every bit the part, and leaving me feeling somewhat under-dressed.
Upon sighting them, Amisha's face had lit up like a million-watt bulb, as she gushed "Hi Krishna..." addressing Krutika's good looking brother. They seemed to know each other, and in that instance, I realized that Amisha had a distinct crush on her best friend's handsome brother. I found myself smiling, watching Amisha's excitement, realizing that I was a fool to think that I was the only guy she was interested in.
Needless to say, Krutika's brother and his friend, were also taken in by Sarla bhabhi's exuberance and sheer gorgeousness, and I could see how much Sarla bhabhi enjoyed the company and attention of young boys. The tempo of the music had begun to pick up, and Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Come on ... join us..." pulling Krutika's brother's friend by the hand, who grinned broadly at the attention she was paying to him. Both the guys were accomplished dancers, as was the lovely Krutika, and as the steps began to get more complex, I found myself out of sync more often than not. All the same, I was enjoying the sight of the young bodies of these three teenage girls swaying to the music, their firm breasts jiggling enticingly under their cholis, and their laughter and giggles ringing in my ears.
We soon formed pairs, dancing side by side in a row, with Amisha pairing up with Krutika's brother, Krutika herself pairing up with her brother's good looking friend, Sarla bhabhi making sure the dark-skinned Biju was with her, and Mini with me. As the steps started to become more elaborate and complicated, I glanced at Mini, who was also trying gamely to keep up, and made a face, trying to convey to her that I was out my depths here. She smiled warmly, and mouthed silently "Me too..." nodding her head at me.
We were all beginning to dance with gusto now, and despite the cool October night, I could see beads of sweat forming on everyone's face. It was an incredible sight watching the luscious Sarla bhabhi letting down her hair, her lovely 34-C breasts supported by those pads inside, swaying enticingly. Despite the joy and fun-filled atmosphere, and some fantastic music being played by the band, I felt my cock hardening inside my jeans watching Sarla bhabhi dance.
Feigning clumsiness and tiredness, I excused myself saying "OK ... I need a break ... I am tired ... and thirsty..." eliciting groans and protests from everyone in the group except the hot young Mini, who just smiled at me knowingly. Even Biju, who despite being all over the place with his amateur efforts, tried to hold me back, grinning broadly as he tried his best to follow Sarla bhabhi's steps.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I stepped out of line and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait, bhaiyya ... I'm also coming..." I heard Mini call out to me from behind, as she too quickly got out of line, and trotted up to me on her toes. Smiling at her, I said "I'm no good at this..." wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, don't say that ... you're the best..." she said simply, throwing me glance, as if trying to say how I could even say that. As we walked towards the building, she surreptitiously slid her fingers through mine, and said "How could you leave me alone with them, bhaiyya..." her lips pouting in mock hurt.
Laughing, I squeezed her fingers and replied "Oh, sweetheart ... I didn't want to ... I just thought you were enjoying it so much..." loving her for saying that. "I enjoy being with you..." she said simply, again looking at me with a smile, before adding "I came only because Amisha told me you were going to be there, bhaiyya..." leaving me speechless with the directness and simplicity of her talk.
By now, we had entered the building and reached the place where a water dispenser with disposable plastic cups had been placed for the members. As I filled a cup with water and handed it to Mini, she took it from me and said sweetly "You are so nice, bhaiyya..." tilting her dusky face to one side. She was beginning to embarrass me with her compliments, and so I said "Sweetheart, now you're beginning to make me feel emabarrassed..." smiling at her myself.
She just giggled in response, before proceeding to gulp down the water. Our thirst quenched, we walked back to the lawn, where the raas was now in full swing. Our group could not be spotted, and I presumed they'd moved away elsewhere, as it always happened when people danced with gay abandon. "Shall we go sit there... ?" I heard Mini say, as she once again slipped her fingers through mine, and pointed to spot in one corner of the lawn, a fair distance away from the center where all the people were grouped together.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 71

"You sure you don't want to dance anymore... ?" I asked her, to which she replied immediately "Yes, I am sure..." even as she began to lead me to the place she'd indicated. There were a few people sitting around in the grass, some couples, and some in larger groups, all at a discrete distance from each other. Garba was the only opportunity many youngsters got to hang around together till late in the night, and many of them were making the most of it, preferring to sit close to each other, rather than dance with the group.

As we found a spot some distance away from the others, I plopped down on the soft grass, which was slightly damp with dew, and let out a loud sigh. As Mini also sat down by my side, tucking her ghaagra under her butt, and drawing up her knees to spread her ghaagra around evenly, she said "I'm so glad you invited me to join you, bhaiyya..." smiling warmly at me again. "Me too, sweetheart..." I said with a wink, as I sat back with my legs outstretched in the front, and my palms resting on the grass behind my back.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the proceedings, and simply soaking in the atmosphere. Turning to look at me, Mini said "You know, bhaiyya ... Amisha has a huge crush on Krutika's brother..." smiling mischievously as she let me on to what she thought was a big secret. "Yeah ... I can see that..." I replied with a laugh, despite feeling a wee bit jealous.
"And whom do you have a crush on... ?" I asked her in the same vein, laughing as I looked at her teasingly. Without any hesitation, she replied simply "You..." looking at me with those large round eyes. I was taken aback by the directness of her reply, and took a moment to recover. "Oh..." was all that I was able to muster, as I continued to marvel at the simplicity and directness of her.
The first time I'd met her at Amisha's birthday, I'd concluded that she was a flirt, who loved to have the attention of boys. But today I was beginning to see a new side to her. Not only did she have any qualms in admitting her feelings, quite unlike most girls her age, but she also had an incredibly straightforward way of going after what she wanted. As I struggled to say something, she asked "Do you like me, bhaiyya... ?" again looking at me intently with that enigmatic smile on her thin lips.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart..." I replied, quickly gathering my wits, before adding "Don't you remember what I said to you at Amisha's party that day... ?" looking at her intently in turn. Nodding her head quietly, she replied "I never forgot it, bhaiyya ... you said that you thought I was the sexiest girl in the entire group..." her voice even and without hesitation. Once again, I marveled at how unabashed she was in saying what she just did; though I had to admit that I'd forgotten I ever said that to her.
"I'm glad you remember..." I said simply, smiling at her with genuine warmth. I half expected her to slide closer to me, and cling to me, but she did nothing of that sort. She just smiled, and turned to look away, watching the groups dance in the lawn. This dusky South Indian girl was turning out to be something different from the other teenage girls I'd met. Either the girls were very emotional, reacting predictably to my smooth talk, or they had been openly flirtatious, their responses being once again predictable.
But Mini was neither of the two. In some ways, she was a bit of both; expressive of her feelings, and in the same breath, flirtatious in an intriguing sort of way. Realizing she was not going to make the first move, I glanced around quickly before sliding up closer to her. Sliding my hand under the ghunghat that covered her back, I placed the palm of my hand on bare back, and said "I like you, Mini ... I like you very much..." my tone sure, and my expression without pretense.
"Thank you, bhaiyya..." she said softly, lowering her head to rest her cheek on her knees, and smiling at me sideways, still continuing to hold her arms wrapped around her knees. "I like you a lot too, bhaiyya..." she added after a pause, batting her eyelashes at me. At that moment, the sight of this dusky dark-skinned girl, looking gorgeous in that attire, coupled with the manner in which she'd said the last few words, made me want her badly.
As my fingers caressed her bare back, feeling the bones of her spine, I saw her clutch her arms around her knees harder, and a tiny shudder go through her body. Despite not expressing it openly, I knew that my touch was doing something to her. She seemed to be waiting expectantly for me to say thing, as she was looking at me unwaveringly, the half smile steady on her slender dark lips.
"Want to go for a walk... ?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. "Yes ... sure..." she replied immediately in a soft voice, before getting up quickly. As I too got up, she slid her hand around my elbow, and clutched my upper arm, brushing her body against me, unmindful of the people sitting around. With her holding my arm thus, we walked out of the lawn slowly, and headed towards the canopied pathway that led to the outer gardens of the Club.
The club had a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a pond and a fountain the center. The garden was lined on all four sides with thick shrubs that rose up to shoulder height, and therefore afforded some degree of privacy to whoever chose to sit in the garden. There were wooden benches laid out along the four sides of the garden, spaced out at distances of roughly 20 feet.
Lighting in the garden was by way of well concealed dim lamp shades that were placed artistically in between the shrubs; and a small cluster of lights illuminating the fountain the center. As we entered the garden, I saw that a few like minded couples had already occupied some of the benches. While some couples just held hands, others were adventurous enough to be kissing each other, the dim lights and the well spaced out placement of the benches, affording them reasonable privacy.
While one could make out that people were sitting on the benches, unless one walked up really close, it was impossible to make out who the persons were. In all, it was like a mini lover's nest, the landscaping, the sound of water falling in the fountain, and the dim lighting lending a distinctly romantic air to the place. In the dark, I grinned inwardly, wondering what the hell I was doing here with a 17-year old teenager whom I'd met barely a week back.
We found a bench, which was some distance away from the nearest couple, and sat down. Dbanging my arm over the wooden backrest, I leaned back and let out long sigh. We just sat there silently on the bench in the dimly lit garden, watching the multi-colored lights illuminate the fountain, and the cool night breeze blowing away the perspiration. There were few people with whom I could enjoy silence, and this dusky, sensual teenaged collegegirl sitting next to me seemed like the perfect companion.
While most teeanged girls grew uncomfortable with silence, she seemed to sense my mood, and sat there quietely by my side, happy to just be in my company. As we sat there, I saw her pull up her legs on to the bench, and cover her feet with the elaborate flowing ghaagra, her anklets making soft jingling sounds. She drew the ghunghat around her shoulders, covering her arms, and blew out through her lips. "Feeling cold... ?" I asked her, turning to look at her in the dark. I saw her smile in the dark as she replied "Umm, yes ... a bit..."
She was seated on my right, and as I placed my arm which was dbangd over the backrest of the bench on her slender shoulders, she quietly slid closer to me, and rested her head against my shoulder. For some reason, I was not feeling sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was to do with the serene atmosphere of the night, the music blaring from the loudspeakers sounding distant; and perhaps also on account of Mini's open, yet clean demeanour. We just sat there, with my arm resting on her shoulder, and her head resting against mine.
In a while, I felt Mini raise her right hand and place it on my chest, her left arm still tucked between her legs in her lap. Without lifting her gaze, she asked me "Bhaiyya ... can I ask you something... ?" her voice very soft. "Sure, Mini..." I replied, without thinking. She was silent for a moment, before continuing "You like Amisha very much... ?" the statement sounding like a question. I tensed, hearing this question, and cursed myself for being caught in these kinds of situations. "Umm, yeah ... I've known them for a while now..." I answered evasively.
She was silent for some more time before asking "But do you love her, bhaiyya... ?" stunning me with her directness yet again. I knew I was walking on a minefield here, but managed to keep my voice steady nonetheless. "Well ... that depends on what you mean as 'love'..." I began, my mind working furiously to think of a suitable answer. "If you mean, do I love her as a person ... then the answer is yes ... just as I love all my close friends ... but if you mean, do I love her in a special sort of way ... then the answer is no..." I finished, hoping I was making sense to this young girl.
She seemed to mull over what I had said, her head still resting on my shoulder. Since she was silent, I asked "Why do you ask, Mini... ?" trying to sound cool about the whole thing. She seemed to be debating on whether to tell me or not, before making up her mind. Pulling her head away from my shoulder, she straightened and looked directly at me.
"She has been telling Krutika that Jignesh bhaiyya is in love with her ... head over heels in love with her..." Mini said in a slighty unsure voice, looking intently at my face to guage my reaction " ... and Krutika told me..." she finished. Though I was stumped, I managed to keep my surprise under check. Smiling slowly, I shook my head in exasperation, before chuckling softly. As I mulled over what Mini had just told me, I realized that Amisha was no Jigna.
She was a smart cookie, who knows how to get her way with guys, and I was no exception. And that also explained why the incredibly pretty Krutika had been rather restrained with me, when we'd met earlier in the day. "Well, if that's what she's been telling everyone ... I can't help it ... can I... ?" I said with a forced laugh. Though I knew Amisha was no angel, this had still taken me by surprise. But then, I had no one else to blame, but me.
After all, on the night of her birthday party, when I'd take her for a ride on my bike, she'd asked me kiss her, and even told me to tell Krutika, if she asked me, that I had indeed kissed her. So the girl was probably just trying to show off to her friends how dear I was to her. "Yes ... that's true..." I heard Mini reply, as she too smiled slowly.
Turning to look at her I said "Look, Mini ... I really don't care what she's been telling others ... if that makes her happy ... then so be it ... it doesn't change anything for me..." trying my best to sound unconcerned about the whole thing. She was silent for a minute, chewing on what I'd just said, before nodding her head in assent.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 72

After a while, she asked "Bhaiyya ... that day ... when you told me that you thought I was very sexy ... why did you say that... ?" throwing me off guard once again with her line of questioning. I looked at her sharply, and saw that there was a simple uncomplicated look on her face. She was asking me a straight question, and probably expected a straight answer. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, before turning in my seat to face her.

"Look, Mini ... that day there were a lot of people at the party ... and your friend, Krutika ... was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in your group..." I began, deciding to talk straight with her. As she nodded her head, listening to me intently, I continued "But in your entire group ... you stood out ... for many reasons ... and I couldn't help but notice you..." keeping my voice steady.
As she continued to nod, I said "First of all ... I loved the way you carried yourself ... you seemed more like a grown-up than a teenager ... you exhuded a kind of sensuality that appealed to me ... your smile and your body language were flirtatious, but not overtly so ... it was sensual, without being cheap..." pausing for effect. She kept nodding her head in silence, lapping up every word that I uttered with the utmost concentration.
Realizing she was waiting for me to continue, I said "And then, let's face it ... I think you look incredibly sexy too ... you may not be the prettiest girl in the world ... but there's something undeniably sexy about you..." continuing to search her face for any signs of discomfiture. I had chosen to speak in the most ornate language possible, hopping to muddle her in the words, and I wondered if she'd caught everything I'd said.
"I noticed your clothes ... your skirt ... which was just the right length ... neither too long ... nor too short ... and I noticed the way you walked ... the way your hips moved..." I continued, pausing to clear my throat, wondering if I was doing the right thing by speaking my mind. She kept nodding, listening to me intently, neither smiling, nor showing any displeasure, patiently waiting for me to continue. "And to be frank, Mini ... I think you have an incredibly sexy body ... and so I just couldn't stop looking at you..." I finished, letting out an audible sigh in the end.
Sitting back, I smiled wanly at her, and said "So that's what it is, Mini ... I'm not sure how you have taken this ... or what you think about it ... but that's the truth ... whether you like it or not..." continuing to look into her eyes. I had expected two reactions. Either, she would slap me and storm off from there; or she would fling her arms around me, displaying a rush of passion, and fall all over me telling how flattered she was at my observations.
But to my pleasant surprise, she did neither of the two. Instead, displaying maturity that belied her tender age, she just smiled, nodded her head, and looking me straight in the eye, said "Thank you, bhaiyya..." her voice very soft. Then, without batting an eyelid, she asked me simply "Bhaiyya ... can I hug you... ?", her voice so soft, that it touched me. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at her warmly, and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder once again from the back.
She leaned towards me and slid her arms around my torso, sliding her left arm behind my back, and her right one under my armpit, clutching my shoulder blades. This caused her slender, firm, dark skinned body, in that lovely dark-blue elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, to press against my torso. I also felt the incredible firmness of her rock-hard breasts under the choli, press against my chest, causing my cock to stiffen instantly.
Her ghunghat, pinned to the artificial bun of her hair, had slid to one side; exposing her bare back, save for the two strings that held the choli together. Placing the palm of my hand on her exposed back, I gently caressed her slender shoulder blades, wondering to myself how many girls I'd get involved with. She held on to me, her face pressed to my chest, my heartbeats reverberating in her ears, as if never wanting to let go of me. I kept waiting for her to say something to me, about me, but she never did; remaining silent all the while that she held on to me.
Part of me wanted to slide my fingers inside her choli, and fondle those incredibly hard breasts that were pressing against my chest. But I held back, not wanting to destroy the purity of the moment. After a while, I slid my left hand up to her face, and pulling her face up by the chin, said to her softly "Mini ... I think we should be going back ... or they will start wondering where we've vanished..." smiling at her, and suddenly placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled a genuinely warm smile, before nodding her head silently, and pulling away.
Holding hands, we walked back to the main lawn, where the 'raas' had gotten over, and the 'daandiya' was about to start. We quickly spotted Sarla bhabhi in the crowd, who easily stood out in the predominantly young crowd, the older folks having run out of steam and retired. Her face was flushed red with the excitement and exertion, and her creamy white pretty face was dotted with sweat.
Despite being out of breath, she was still a bundle of energy, intently teaching the doting Biju, the steps of 'daandiya' played with those two wooden sticks. As we approached them, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed aloud "There you are ... I was beginning to think the two of you had eloped..." letting out a hearty laugh at her own little joke. As I grinned, she said to Mini "You know, your brother is a quick learner ... he's even managed to tire me out..." letting out a loud exaggerated breath to display her fatigue.
As we all laughed, and Biju beamed, Sarla bhabhi placed her left hand on his strong muscular shoulders, and leaning against him, said "This young man is making me feel old..." laughing and winking, even as she let her lush, soft breasts press against his elbows. I found myself smiling at how Sarla bhabhi could see easily cock-tease and arouse young lads like us. Biju, had obviously noticed that, and by the grin on his face, I could make out that this was not the first time she'd let him enjoy the feel of her lush 34-C breasts.
I wondered how big his cock had grown inside his pants, being subject to this constant cock-teasing by the sexy Sarla bhabhi. Biju was speaking excitedly to his sister in their native tongue, ostensibly telling about how much fun he'd had, when Sarla bhabhi butted in and exclaimed to Mini "Hey, what's he telling you ... is he complaining about me... ?" laughing, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Even before Mini could answer, Biju interjected saying "Oh no, aunty ... I was just telling her what an excellent dancer you are..." grinning from ear to ear, displaying his pearly white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark, sweaty complexion. "You are wonderful, aunty ... just wonderful..." he gushed, unable to control his excitement of being in the company of such a sexy middle-aged Gujarati lady. "Lucky bastard..." I thought to myself, to have enjoyed the company of such a woman, in the one week that he'd come here on a holiday.
"Where's Amisha... ?" I asked casually, looking around for her. I heard Sarla bhabhi snicker, as she pointed to a group and said "There..." a wry grin on her face. As I looked in the direction that Sarla bhabhi had pointed, I saw Amisha. She was throroughly enjoying herself in the company of Krutika, her brother, and his friend. Her ghunghat had slipped off the bun of her hair, and now hung on her shoulder, giving all who were watching an ample view of her bare back, as she twirled and danced to the tune of the 'daandiya' music.
Even to the casual observer, it was very obvious that she was all over Krutika's good-looking brother, who too was enjoying touching her exposed back on some pretext or the other, as they danced. The pretty Krutika was dancing with her brother's friend, and I saw her glance at me. However, when I caught her eye, she quickly looked away, continuing to dance with a grace that just made me crave for her.
Shaking my head, I looked at Sarla bhabhi and said with a laugh "Chalo, at least she's having a good time..." trying hard to keep the resentment from my voice. Realizing I was disappointed with Amisha, Sarla bhabhi said "So, why don't we have a good time too ... come on ... let's dance..." herding all of us in a group. Thanks to Sarla bhabhi's exhuberence, I soon forgot about Amisha and Krutika, and began to enjoy myself with the daandiya.
We had fun for the rest of the night, and worked up a good sweat, as more and more people let their hair and inhibitions down. With just about an hour left for the scheduled program to end, Amisha came up to us and called Sarla bhabhi to one side. We couldn't hear what was being spoken between them, but there was much coaxing and cajoling from Amisha's side, with Sarla bhabhi being non-committal initially, before shaking her head and agreeing to something finally.
As Amisha beamed excitedly and turned to go, she threw me a big smile, and mouthed something silently, gesticulating with her hands. Without understanding what she'd tried to convey, I just nodded and smiled politely at her. We saw her walk back to her group, and soon they wound up and began to leave. As they passed by us, waving their goodbyes to us, Krutika stepped aside for a moment and walked up to me.
Coming up to me, she smiled politely and said "We're leaving, bhaiyyaa ... my brother is taking us to another place ... it was nice to meet you today..." extending her hand to me. As I shook hands with her, I too smiled politely, and replied "Same here, Krutika ... it was nice meeting you too..." making her look at me intently for a minute, as if trying to read something, before turning and leaving.
After they left, Sarla bhabhi said "She wanted to go with them ... and spend the night at Krutika's place ... so she wanted my permission ... and also not let her mother know that she'd gone with them..." by way of explanation.
The interruption caused by their departure had broken our rhythm also, and we too decided to wind up. Moreover, all of us, with the exception of Biju, were tired too, and Sarla bhabhi was complaining that her feet were hurting too. "Have pity on me ... I'm an old lady..." she said, making a face, smiling naughtily. "Yeah ... yeah..." I laughed, chiding her. We had sat down on the cool damp grass, and Sarla bhabhi took of her sandals, and was massaging her beautifully pedicured milky white feet.