Misc. Erotica My Story by Vinman (Complited)

[Blue Bull]

He turned her around and with one swift motion lifted her in such a manner  that she was on her knees sitting upright. He positioned himself behind her  such that he was also on his knees with his upright cock touching her hips.  One hand went to the boobs and the other one to the pussy mound and he  
kept massaging the both interspersed with kisses on her face, nape, lips etc.  When he was sure that she was sufficiently aroused, he motioned her to go  down on all fours. This was the time they both were waiting for. It was like  an athlete on his marks waiting for the bullet for the 100mtr dash. With his  cock as hard as a iron rod, he proceeded towards the unchartered territory.  He looked at the beautiful creamy white ass globes of Sheetal with a very  small asshole and also could see the pussy lips. As he moved forward, the  long rod touched the pussy lips. This made Sheetal turn her head back to him and say “yahan nahin – yahan” (not here but there) pointing to her asshole.  He had a look at her hole, it was too small for the raging manhood, she  would die he thought. At first he took one finger and inserted in, Sheetal felt  it but did not show any pain. Next he inserted the other finger with great  difficulty which made her writher in pain and said “nahin (no)” and when he  took the fingers out, she again said “nahin,” first no was for pain and second  one for pleasure sought. But he had a genuine problem at hand. They had  about 1.5hours with them till Sadaf and Tina returned. Friction and oiling  concept of physics came in handy for him. He fingered her pussy for ever  flowing juices. Then he inserted two fingers in her hole. This time it was less  painful for her. Now he started a simple motion of the fingers very slowly.  She felt her asshole walls stretched but she enjoyed the pain. As she got  used to the stretching he inserted the third finger which made her feel that  the hole would tear apart. He did not move the fingers but let them be there. With the other hand the boob massage continued. The boob massage  coupled with ass fingering was having the desired effect on her. She felt a  feeling of exploding orgasms in her. After the fingers were for about two  minutes he moved them gently. By now the inner walls had created space for them. She felt the pain but it was not the excruciating pain as earlier. Slowly  he removed his fingers and picked up a Vaseline jar and put a few drops of  the lotion on his dick and also a few drops in her hole and proceeded. The  big knob of the dick was much bigger than the fingers, so he put extra lotion. As the knob reached the doorway to heaven he pushed it in very slowly,  thanks to fingering earlier, the hole was primed for heavy duty penetration.  As the knob went in, he stopped. Sheetal felt as if the eyes would come out  of her sockets. She started breathing heavily, as he asked “rokun kya”  (should I abort) she waived her hands indicating no. Come what may she 
wanted her pleasure – what a slut he thought. 
It took her hole about 4-5 minutes to adjust the knob. He put more lotion on  his dick and the other hand found the pussy juices and he massaged his dick  with it. When he felt that the dick is sufficiently lubricated, he pushed it in  very slowly. Centimeter by centimeter about half of his dick was in her.  Which meant about 3.5-4 inches of it was still outside. For his age he had a  big dick (about 8 inches long and pretty thick as well). Sheetal was feeling  the dick inside and she felt it big. It was hurting but she was enduring the  pain. Gradually he took it out by a couple of inches and pushed it in. It felt  good. So slow motions started the pleasure for her and as the dick kept on  going in she kept feeling the painful pleasure. It now reached a stage where  his balls were hitting her. Gradual motions had picked up speed and had  developed a rhythm. 

[Blue Bull]

It was a sight to behold. A nubile young beauty on her fours with ass cheeks  pointing towards her lover, her hair swaying to the motion of humping and  the eyes closed trying to savour the pleasure. The big boobies moving in all  directions as if they had a mind of their own and ass moving up and down in  order to maintain the rhythm. The dog like fucking was too good for both of  them. She felt the juices flowing again in her and he at one time made it a bit rough by pulling her hair and increasing the momentum. She had come in  her pussy but there was no stopping him. With one hand she ensured that  the juices did not wet the bedsheet and massaged it on her thighs. He saw  her and his hand reached her pussy mounds and he again inserted his fingers and took them out wet and spread the juice on her ass hole. The pitch had  picked up, both were gyrating vigorously and then he exploded. He came in  her and felt that he never came that much. Rope after rope the cum was  shot in the tiny extended hole. She felt filled but what it did was his dick was  rinsed in his own cum and small droplets formed a stream down her thigh.  She could feel it and she placed her hand on her thigh and picked it up and  sucked it in. What a slut he thought. 
With so much lubrication, he started again. This time pain was less both for  him and her and more pleasurable. She was more active participant this time  as the focus was more on enjoyment rather than the pain she was facing.  The swish-swish sound of the extra cum in her asshole meant that it was  fully greased and well oiled. The effort required to let the monster dick go in  was less than the first time. The asshole walls had well accommodated the  tool. Vicky held her hair and pulled the head up. Slowly the momentum  increased. The movement boobs swinging away to glory increased. Vicky  mauled them with one hand with the other still holding her mane just in  manner of controlling a horse’s movement. The passion was getting to him 
and her. Both had turned very aggressive in their love making. He was  humping the piston with great gusto and she was also in the mood. The  sound of moans had increased. The in out movements of the rock hard dick  was giving her immense pleasure alongwith pain. The nubile bodies were  enjoying their journey into hereto unchartered waters. 

[Blue Bull]

Vicky let go of her mane and moved the hand towards her pussy. A couple of digits had found their way inside the folds of pussy lips. The fingers were  doing wonders for her. The circular motion of digits ensured that the  sensitive skin was giving her extreme pleasures. The torment was unbearable for Sheetal. The mauling of her sensitive boobies which Vicky had mastered  over last few years coupled with penetration in both the holes was becoming  unbearable for her though the enjoyment and pleasure she was deriving out  of it was unimaginable. Her face was a portrait for wanton lust. The eyes  were closed, the lips were slightly open forming an “O” and the whole body  was glistened with the sweat generated by some heavy duty movement. She  was matching Vicky in his stroke making by moving her gorgeous full round  ass up and down. She was a very willing and passionate partner in this teen  love making. 
She felt the now well known feeling of approaching the orgasm. The legs  tightened the grip around his hand. Her body started to shake, all too well  known to him. The pussy juices flooded and wetted his fingers. She had cum  he had not. He continued the motion of piston and boob mauling. The fingers drenched in love juices had not eased the torment. She could not even feel  the relief after an orgasm. The passionate sex was making her crazy. She  was in such a state of ecstasy which no drug could achieve. After pounding  for another 5-7 minutes, he felt the familiar feeling in his balls. He came in by the liters and so did she. It was the second time for her in this spell. She felt  his cum in her already much filled hole. 
He brought his dick out and spread the oozing cum from her hole on her ass  and boobs. He inserted his fingers in her holes to extract all love juices and  cum possible. The mixture of juices and cum was then spread on her body.  He paid special attention while spreading it over her boobies and ass. To add  to the sheen of love juices was the sweat. He thought that the combination  was the best possible polish for human body. The lovers then lay on bed in  each other’s arms and said “Happy Birthday Sheetal.” 
She replied “It was the best birthday present she ever had.” What a slut – he thought.
She tried to stand up but was feeling very sore in her asshole. It was painful  when she tried to walk around. He suggested that she should join him on the bed and move only after some time when the body had adjusted itself. She  agreed and joined him. He was spooning her, with his crotch on her ass  globes and the hand making circles round her pussy area and the other hand  finding its favourite resting place. She was feeling very secure and very  peaceful in his arms. 

[Blue Bull]

Vicky wanted to know more about her mother. 
He said “Tu aur Niti aunty pe gaye ho” (you and Niti – her sister – resemble  your mother) 
She said “Haan” (Yes) 
He said “Wohi bade bade mumme and pyaari see ass” (same style – big  boobs and lovely ass) 
She said “Oye – u r talking about my mother’ 
“I cannot help it – she is damn hot. Teri Birthday party par sab unko dekh  rahe they – tune notice nahin kiya?” (Everyone was eyeing her at your  Birthday party – didn’t you notice that) 
Sheetal lowered her voice and said “I did” 
She turned her head towards her and he kissed on lips. Soon tongues found  their partnership and the saliva exchanging session started. The hand on the  boobs started its magic and so did the one making circles near her crotch. 
He then disengaged leaving her gasping for breath and love. 
He again moved to her mother “I did not like the way Gupta was looking at  her” 
She said “he is a lecher – he eyes mom and Niti” 
“Ek baat toh kaheni padegi – your mom has become too hot - I don’t blame  Gupta,” said he. 
“Uncle kaise react karte hain (how does uncle react)” he deliberately wanted  to revisit this topic. 
“He is not so dominant”
“What about Niti” 
“Woh azaad panchhi ban gayi hai – mummy kuchh nahin kahetin usse – usko bhi mom ke baare mein pata hai” (she is now a free bird – mom doesn’t say  anything to her – she knows about mom) 

[Blue Bull]

“Ek baat poochoon, bura toh nahin manogi” (should I ask something, you  may feel bad?) he asked 
“Haan poocho, nahin maanongi – but continue the good work of hands” (you may ask – wont take it in a wrong way) 
The hands started the usual pleasure technique. She felt the pleasure. “Kabhi aunty ko kisi ke saath dekha hai?” (have you seen her with someone) 
She kept quiet. He thought this is it – he has blown it away. Just as he was  about to say sorry, she said “Haan” (yes) 
She then elaborated that once she had gone to a hotel. It was an  unscheduled visit. There she had seen her, surrounded by 3 men, it was  supposed to be business development meet. The meeting was successful.  Each one shook her hand gave a quick peck on her cheek. Then one of them  had proceeded to the reception and had asked for a room. Meanwhile her  mother asked them to sign the papers. Once done, she put the papers in her  purse. After a shortwhile, the one who had gone to get the room signaled  success and the four of them moved towards the lift. The men had taken the  liberty to give a quick squeeze on her ass globes and boobies while entering  the lift. 
After that she had come out of hotel with a sickening feeling in her stomach.  She had tried broaching the subject to her father but stopped once he said  that his wife’s additional salary and incentives were of great help to the  house. 
He kept quiet but smiled. 
She said “Tum chup ho gaye ho” (you have become silent) He said “nothing to say” 
He looked at the clock and almost shrieked. It was about time for Sadaf and  Tina to come back from college and as per habit they may drop in for a quick 
chit chat. Over last few days (specially after Dahiya fight) three of them used  to have lunch together. 
He asked her to proceed and lied to her “Mummy may come – she was  saying that she may take a half day today” 
She understood his anxiety and started wearing clothes, but not before a 2-3  minutes kissing and boob & ass pressing session leaving her gasping for  more. 
She was moving very gingerly but finally managed to find her stride and said  before leaving “Thanks again for the present.” 

[Blue Bull]

Sadaf and Tina managed to miss her only by a few minutes. Vicky saw his  bedroom. The bedsheet was full of stains of love juices and cum. There was  no way in the world that he could have let his mother see the sheet. It would kill him. 
He picked up the sheet from the bed and spread the Vaseline wherever he  saw the stain. He would then lie that he spread the Vaseline as he lost the  grip. He then put it in the washing machine and washed it. The bedsheet was then duly hung on wire on the terrace to find some sun shine. The stained  parts were deliberately rubbed again with hands so as to remove them fully. 
He then had lunch with Tina and Sadaf. But all the time he was thinking  about Mrs Kapoor. He had to go in for the kill. In the evening his parents  came, he told them about Vaseline spilling incident. He got the usual round  of words. Nothing major but only guidance. His parents were happy that he  managed to wash the bed sheet. It was the first time he had done that. His  mother was also surprised but not suspicious. Necessity is the mother of  invention he thought. 
He went out with his friends in the evening and forgot about everything in a  fiercely fought football game. He was on the winning side. Everything that  day was going as per script. 
After his dinner, he went for his usual terrace round. He found Sadaf waiting  for him. He realized that the fortunate day had made him forget about the  hottie Sadaf. It was Mrs Kapoor for him now but ignoring his gorgeous  beauty would be an insult to God. They spoke the usual things. One more  round of thanks from her regarding Dahiya issue, prompted him to say “yaar  dahiya ka thanks bahut ho gaya (you have thanked me enough regarding  Dahiya) – I feel odd – that chapter is closed – forget it”
She smiled and say ok. 
But he joined in with a quick repartee “Kya hai sirf shabdon ka hee thanks  hai” (is it thanks only with words) and started laughing. She joined in the  laughter. 

[Blue Bull]

As it was nearing the time to go back it was time for good night kiss. This  time it was she who initiated it. As she came close to kiss him on his cheek,  he moved his face so that he got a small peck bang on his lips. This startled  her but she did not object and was there to receive the peck on her cheek.  Another milestone reached. 
After a couple of days, Vicky had gone to Sheetal’s house, more in  anticipation of finding her mother than her. God was kind to her. Sheetal was not there but her mother was definitely there in a well fitted body hugging  salwar kameez. The suit was tightly stitched to enhance the curves. His x-ray vision eyes could still see the boobs. The image of boobs at Sheetal’s party  was still very vivid. The body hugging salwar kameez was of deep cut and  showed about 3 inches of beautiful cleavage for all who cared to see. The  tight salwar was wrapped on the legs and accentuated the thighs and curves. The ass globes were also prominent in the appearance. All in all – made to  fuck. 
She welcomed him in but avoided eye contact. She told him that Sheetal had  gone somewhere and would be back only after 2hrs. She would have liked to  him to go away there and then but he asked permission to use toilet. He  went in and came out. As obligation she had to invite him to sit and asked if  he wanted something to drink / eat. As he wanted to prolong the  conversation, he said “kuch thanda chalega” (something cold). 
She brought in a glass of cold soft drink and a few cookies for good measure. She sat down and started the usual nothings. 

[Blue Bull]

He was sipping the drink pretty slowly to extend his stay. He looked very  confident and calm though inside he was waiting for her to start something. 

He said “Aunty aap jab se hotel mein gayin hain aapme bahut change aaya  hai – abto aap ke darshan bhi nahin hote” (since you have joined the hotel,  you have changed a lot – we hardly get to see you) 

“Kya change” (what change)
“Cannot pin point – but there is some change definitely” 
To this she started smiling. 
After this she got silent. Gave him an intense look and said “usdin makeup ki  kya baat thee”(what did you say about make-up) 
This was what he was dying to hear. He could not let go of this chance. He  kept quiet and very carefully thought of the words to use. 
“I also mentioned blouse” he looked at her sternly and said. She was like a rabbit caught in lights “Oh” she said and looked down. “I saw you and Gupta uncle” he spilled the beans. 
“Kya karma chahate ho” (what you want to do) 
“I don’t know – but uncle will not like it” 
“Kaun maanega” (who’ll believe) 
“Sheetal and Niti for starters and Mrs Gupta” 
The moment he mentioned Mrs Gupta, the game changed. Now there was  serious threat of a bad name and Gupta being in danger may act funny. 
“Chup rahe sakte ho” (Can you remain silent) 
“You can buy it” 
“Money?” 
“No” 
“Then” 

[Blue Bull]

“Payment has to be in kind – you look very hot since you have joined hotel”  even he was surprised at the bargaining he was doing. 
“OK – can you come on Friday at 2pm – there would be nobody then – we  can think of something” she offered.
He nodded and left. God was very kind on him – he thought and smiled. 
At the terrace things were progressing between him and Sadaf, albeit a bit  slowly. On Thursday terrace walk, when it came to bidding good-night. He  gave a small peck right on her lips. Even the previous two nights he was  turning his face right on the button and getting it on lips. She did not say  anything and kept quiet for a few seconds and suddenly got on her toes and  gave a small peck on his lips and left the terrace quickly smiling. Another  milestone reached. 
It was Friday morning. He was a bit restless since morning. He was smelling  something fishy about the whole thing. He never expected Mrs Kapoor to  give in so easily. There was something but what he did not know. 

She asked her to come at 2pm but due to curiosity, he left home and went to the park near her house at about 1230pm itself. Though it was blistering hot  in late April, he managed to find some shade under a group of Peepal trees.  

It was very comfortable there and he could keep an eye on her house as  well. 
At about 1.15pm he turned his head and saw a car being parked about  200yds from Sheetal’s house. Out came Gupta and started his walk towards  her house. Although the road was straight, he deliberately took the long  route to not to arouse suspicion. Mark of a thief. So this was the game. He  understood. She had called Gupta to threaten Vicky into submission. She  thought a few slaps / punches would be enough for the kid. Little did she  know about his strength both in field and bed. 
Exactly at 2pm he rung the door bell and Mrs Kapoor opened the door and  invited him in. 
She was wearing a light blue coloured semi transparent saree and a deep  cut, sleeveless white blouse. The silky hair were tied in a pony tail. 
As he went in the drawing room, he saw Gupta and let out a smirk. “Kuchh loge” (would you take something) she asked 
“Aap jaante ho mujhe kya chaahiye (you know what I want)” 
Suddenly Gupta erupted and warned him of dire consequences if he did not  keep his mouth shut. He was shouting at Vicky. He kept silent for sometime.

[Blue Bull]

“Gupta (uncle had gone missing – no respect) teri biwi ko bataa doon (should I tell your wife)” 
Even Gupta was taken aback by his direct approach but managed to threaten him. “Tu mujhe nahin jaanta – haath pair tudwa doonga – tere baap ki bhi  haalat kharab karwa doonga” (you don’t know me – I will get your limbs  broken – will get your father beaten up) 
Gupta did not know what blunder he had committed by bringing his father in  equation. In a flash he got up and gave a tight slap and hurled a volley of  punches right on his face. 
“Harami tu toh kisi aur se pitwaayega – main teri gaand abhi todhta hoon”  (you bastard will get me beaten up by someone – I will kick your ass right  now) “Maderchod daddy ka naam leta hai” (motherfucker you took my dad’s  name) saying this he again slapped him. Such was his force that Gupta fell  down and was on all fours to balance himself. True to his word, Vicky gave a  ferocious kick on his ass which made him go flat on the floor. Vicky was  hissing with anger and had not finished as yet. He stepped on his face with  his right foot and shouted “Behenchod – dubaara mere saamne aaya ya meri  family ko kucch karne ka socha toh saale teri biwi ke saamne tujhe nanga  karke maaroonga. Teri biwi tujhe na support kare toh teri aukat kya hai”  (Sisterfucker – If you cross my path again or even think of doing harm to my  family, I will make you naked and hit you in front of your wife. Without your  wife’s support you are nothing). Saying this he hurled a lot of abuses. He had not disgraced Dahiya then for Sadaf but for Mrs Kapoor he had hit Gupta less but disgraced him more. Both the prizes were worth fighting for. 
“Harami Bol” (bastard – say something) 
“Mujhe maaf kar do” (I am sorry) said Gupta 
“Sun – kapoor family mein se kisi ke pass mat dikhiyo” (listen – don’t come  close to anyone from kapoor family) 

[Blue Bull]

Such was his ferocity and anger in language that Gupta dare not turn back  and left like a dog with tail between its legs. 
He went ahead and closed the door and bolted it from inside. Mrs Kapoor  was standing close to a high table and looking into the mirror on the wall.  The hands were resting on the table and the head position indicated that she had thrown in the towel. It was like she was some prize he had won or worse his slave.
Hitting Gupta was much easy, the moment he had mentioned his father,  things went in auto pilot mode. Now proceeding from here was much  difficult. He went and stood close to her left side and said nothing. For a few  minutes both didn’t flex a muscle. She waited for him and he for her. 
Then to break the ice, he went to refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water,  brought two glasses and poured water. Very silently, he then placed the glass before her and asked her to drink. He waited for a few seconds and then said “It would be impolite to drink before a lady does.” 
She turned to look at him and gave a weak smile but picked up the glass.  That was one positive development he thought. They stood for few more  minutes side by side. 
The lady was the one to break the silence. 
“Ab kya” (now what) 
He didn’t know what to say, he managed to say “you know” Another round of 5-7 minutes of deafening silence. 
Then he managed to say “Aapki marzi ke khilaaf kuchh nahin hoga” (nothing  against your wish). While saying this he brought his right arm around her  right shoulder. Due to the deep, sleeveless blouse he was able to touch her  skin for the first time. Just like silk he thought. She didn’t flex a muscle. He  didn’t know how to interpret this. 
He again cleared his throat and said “Ab Gupta nahin aayega” (Now Gupta  won’t come) 
She nodded her head in the affirmative. Good progress. With this he  tightened the grip across the shoulder. She didn’t move.

[Blue Bull]

Now he moved in behind her. With both the hands resting on her shoulders.  He towered over her by a few inches. She looked in the mirror and did not  say anything. 
He said “I don’t blame Gupta – you are too hot” 
She didn’t reply but looked at the mirror. Both pair of eyes met and he  decided to venture further. He reasoned that since Sheetal enjoyed the nape 
kissing and light boob massage to get into the mood, there was chance that  her mother may enjoy the same. With this great Einstein Logic he proceeded. He moved the pony to one side and planted his lips on the soft nape of her  neck. She arched her shoulders but did not make much effort to move out.  Not the one to waste time, he landed a few more wet ones on the nape and  meanwhile the right hand started its journey towards the coveted boob. The  pallu of the saree was on the left shoulder which meant the blouse covered  right boob had one less layer of covering. The tentative right hand  commenced its journey and was a bit jittery when it reached its destination.  The lips were still locked to the nape, but not wetting it or kissing it, she was  breathing heavily with heavy bosom having a protruded up-down movement,  it seemed the time had stopped for both. 
The shivering hand softly touched the coveted boob and pressed it silently.  The lips had started the kisses and the breathing had become less heavy. It  was as if a movie had come to life after a pause. The boob was big (he  knew), soft but firm. The nipples had also become firm. He did not move his  hand and kept it there. He had guessed it right. She was weak with this  combination of nape kissing and boob work. The hand now was now full on  her right boob and massaging it gently. He had big hands but still then a  decent part was out of its coverage area. A different type of coverage area  problem than these days but this coverage area problem everyone would  love to have. 
After a few seconds she said “Nahin (no)” but made feeble attempts to  wriggle free. Due to this her ass-set had come in contact with his crotch and  she could feel the size covered by the twin layer of undergarment and  trousers. The feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grip resulted in a beautiful rub between her ass globes and his hard tool. She was going weak in her  knees. 
He decided to press in the advantage. Both the hands had covered the twin  peaks of glory with his lips wetting either side of neck and paid some  attention to ear lobes as well. This was close to heaven if not anything else.  The light mauling of boobs made her go further weak in knees and press her  ass more into him. He was massaging the boobs with his palms but making  circles around the blouse & bra covered nipples. This boy knows a lot she  thought. She was his – he thought. 

[Blue Bull]

Now with a safe knowledge of having her under control, he turned her  towards him and now for the first time since Gupta left they made direct eye  to eye contact. She was pressed between him and the table with ass now in  direct contact with table. He took her face in his hands and lifted it towards 
him and both set of quivering lips came in contact. At first she was not  opening her mouth but after continued pressure she gave in. The tongues  exchanged touches and saliva with Vicky moving very expertly between  upper and lower lip and tongue. The hands still were enjoying the much  bigger boobies and as the kiss progressed, she relaxed and was fully into the  union. The hands were finding it difficult to decide on which set of globes to  be given preference. They were oscillating between the well rounded heavy  ass and beautiful bosom. In between he was kissing all over her face, her  neck, the upper bosom and then back to lips. With the passionate foreplay in  full swing and the saree pallu off from her shoulder he looked at 3-4 inches  of divine cleavage. Like an expert he first started kissing the bosom region  around the cleavage wetting them thoroughly and then the lick started. He  placed his tongue at the first button of the hook at launched the journey to  the north. Millimeter by millimeter he proceed, filling the cleavage with his  rich saliva and savouring in the moment. He was making love to her like a  super lover and the age difference was adding spice to the fun. He was doing to her which no other had been able to. Most of them at the hotel were  focused only on the intercourse with little concern on the foreplay. Vicky was  definitely better than them. The fuse was off in the lady’s mind and she  pressed his head into her cleavage and he pressed his hands on her ass  globes. Just when it seemed the clothes would be off in no time, the stupid  clock pendulum decided to strike 4 times indicating 4pm time. This brought  her back to some sense and she asked him to stop. 
She said “Ab bas” (now stop) – “baaki baad mein” (rest later) It was music to his ears. She was now for his to take. She told him that its four and after  some time she is expecting a few guests and even he should leave lest his  parent may find it odd him not being at home. Nobody should have  suspicion. 
He understood and knew it can be a long drawn affair. Like a child he  request her for 5 more minutes, she wanted him to continue for five hours  not minutes but time factor resulted in the 2 minute bargain. He went in for  the favourite boobs and when he tried to open the hooks, she stopped his  hand. He got the message and continued the mauling over the blouse only  and the kissing all over her face, neck, exposed parts of bosom and  shoulders. She was also enjoying it a lot but asked him to stop after good 3- 4minutes. 
He asked “promise” 
She said “promise”
With this she told him that since she would be on a late afternoon duty for a  fortnight from Monday onwards they could meet for a couple of hours or so  at her place from 11hrs onwards. He gave a curious look asking about Niti  and Sheetal. She told him that they are going out on vacation to their  relatives in Darjeeling (West Bengal) for about a month. She swore him to  secrecy which he was more than willing and ready. He also wanted to avoid  trouble. 
With this he came out with a permanent 3 inch smile on his face but not  before a quick kiss, boob press and ass grab before the door closed. As the  door closed, she thought of what she had promised, but then reasoned, she  had pleasured others for her growth and business but now she can pleasure  herself with the boy. This will also add to the spice in her life. 

[Blue Bull]

What a horny lady – like mother, like daughter – he thought. 
He reached home well in time for his parents to arrive. As he pressed the bell from downstairs, Tina came down to open the door of the staircase. He was  following her while climbing up and the eyes were fixed on her gorgeous ass  but decided to wait for the opportune time. 
He went to the terrace for the post dinner session thinking can he get his  hands on the two most coveted sets of boobs on the same day. He was half  way there. 
Sadaf came and he looked at her. She was wearing her college skirt, reaching upto 3 inches above the knee and a t-shirt which was straining to the hilt as  it was Tina’s. The next two days were offs (sat-sun) for Sadaf and Tina,  hence Sadaf came in her skirt. 
The usual talk started with the topic again going back to Dahiya. This time  round he did not stop her. But he asked “woh kya chahata thaa” (what did he want her to do to him). She was taken aback by this but by now they had  reached a certain level of comfort so she said “thoda bahut tak theek thaa –  but woh sab kuchh karna chahata thaa” deciphered by him as (heavy petting  or boob press was ok but he wanted to have sex) 
He said “I don’t blame him – you are really very hot” and smiled. She looked  at him and then joined in the smile and said there are better ways of  complimenting. He replied “sometimes direct approach is better” 
Today they were talking longer than usual with topics such as who all in  college tried their luck with her and how teachers look at her. She was also 
having fun at his expense asking about all his girlfriends etc. 
As the time came to go back and usual good night kiss, he moved a bit  forward closer to the door and a tall wall and stood there. She came close to  him with a quizzical look on her face. He said “nobody can see us here even  from other terraces” 

She stood with her back to the wall. He proceed to kiss her. She thought it  would be usual small peck on the lips, but this time rather than just a peck  on lips, he brought his tongue out and licked her lips. This startled her and  she looked in his eyes. The look was intense and there was not much look of  

disapproval from her either. She did not protest. He proceeded to take her  face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers more forcefully than the usual.  With the force she got plastered on the wall and was moving her hands a bit. He continued the pressure and made her open her mouth and the tongues  did the tango. As a practiced expert he moved from one lip to other tracing  each with his lips and tongue. This was much different and far better than  what Dahiya used to do to her. After sustained kiss of about a minute or so  she relaxed and brought her hands around his head and the fingers played  with his head. They broke the kiss after a few more seconds. 

[Blue Bull]

As they saw each other, one smiled and the other looked down. Then the  one smiling told the one looking down that it was her turn to give the  goodnight kiss. The one looking down looked up and smiled and kissed him.  Her hands moved behind his head and both were intertwined in a lip lock. His hands moved on her smooth hair and continued the journey south to the ass  globes. As he touched her ass, she stopped kissing for a second but then  continued. He made her turn around with her ass in contact with his crotch  feeling the size and hardness whereas his hand move to her gorgeous boobs. The pattern was same as earlier in the day. 
Good captains do not make unnecessary changes to successful strategies. 
She was into the moment and as his hand touched her boob, she melted into him and pressed his crotch harder with her ass. He was gently massaging  them and drawing circles around the sensitive nippies and aerolas. She was  especially sensitive there and found it too much to handle. She was used to  Dahiya hard mauling but this was more pleasurable. He kissed on her neck  while continuing the torment he inflicted on her by way of drawing  geometrical shapes with his fingers around her sensitive nippies. He cupped  her boobs but they were firm in the grip of some lucky bra. They were  definitely more than a handful. He thought time of seeing them in naked  glory was not far away.
He wanted to do further, she wanted him to do further but someone up there called time up and came in the voice of Mrs Khan asking Sadaf to come back  as it was late. Both came back from pleasure zone and looked each other  albeit a bit sheepishly to start and then smilingly. He swore to himself that he would screw Mrs Khan at first good opportunity for screwing his fun. 
With this she moved down first and looked back at him while on her way  down with him making expressions of lust. This made her to smile and lick  her lips with her tongue in reciprocation. 
The day was special. He loved it. He was there fully. Both sets of gigantic  bosom massaged on the same day. He slept with a smile on his face thinking  about the abundant possibilities. 
Next day was a Saturday, off day for his parents, he had to go out with them. They got a good news that one of his cousins was blessed with a baby girl.  His cousin was his Tayaji’s eldest son (where his sister was staying).  Remainder of the day went of talking to relatives etc and suggesting hell lot  of names. 
Came the night and came the time at the terrace. Today he had reached  there quite a bit early in anticipation. He was waiting for her. She on the  other hand knew what was to happen and hence delayed her movement so  as to torment him a bit. The light of stairs leading to terrace was off, so that  if someone wants to come, they will switch on the light first. Sadaf did not do it and came up the stairs and hid behind the door to have a look at him, he  was impatient and moving around. After some time, she came out of her  hiding and presented herself before him. He had a look at her. Today the top was a bit loose, he could not make out if there was a bra underneath, a basic night suit pyjama was the other garment he could see. The hair were not tied and the silky strands came up to her mid-back. Today the talk was unusually  small, perhaps both were not interested. 

[Blue Bull]

He just held her hand and pulled close towards him. She said “yahaan nahin  – wahaan pe”(not here – there) indicating the place they first did yesterday.  It was all music to his ears. Within a heartbeat the new found lovers reached  the spot. She looked at him mischievously and winked. The wink did the trick. 
He moved forward and embraced her. The embrace was tight and in a  manner of showing his possessiveness. The big juggies crushed on his chest.  His hands roamed on her back, tracing from collar bone to hip bone and on  the way enjoying the silky hair. She also measured his back with her hands.  After this embrace of over 2-3 minutes. He proceeded to kiss the voluptuous 
dusky beauty. The small pecks gave way to full saliva tasting. The tongues  intertwined to map each other fully. The taste buds were tasting only one  taste then – of pure lust. His hands behind her back focused on the ass  globes. They were different than the perfect shapes of Mrs Kapoor but he  was not complaining in any way. Her hands were behind his head playing  with his hair, a sureshot sign of her being in the mood to go along. One hand from the back moved to the front to the coveted globes of her bosom. Very  lightly he touched it and pressed it. The index finger left off from the day  before making circles around the nippies. She was wearing a bra but he could still feel the stiff nipple underneath it. He weighed the boob with his hand  and as expected it was big. The hand then moved to the other boob ensuring that they do not feel neglected. The combined pressure of tongue, hands on  boobs and ass meant Sadaf was in the mood. It was so much more  sophisticated than Dahiya’s way, who went on mauling the boobs to eternity  and kiss for him was only planting his lips on hers forcefully without the  actual art of enjoying and passion. With Vicky it was different, he was  arousing her by the second, like an experienced chess player, planning the  moves. The hand on the ass globe moved to the front and he tried to rub her pubic area to further stimulate her, if the stimulation right now was not  enough. As he touched the sensitive zone, she brought her hand over it to  stop him. He knew, if not today then very soon he will have her so he  decided not to push it further and do anything against her wishes. So he  continued with boob press, kiss and ass press. He continued to kiss her all  over her face, neck and parts exposed in the loose t-shirt. The parts just  below her beck and upper chest were all there for him to taste. This went on  for quite some time as the teenagers went on the body exploration trip. 
As they moved apart gasping for breath, they looked at each other. He had a triumphant look and the other was smiling with a content look. He took her  soft hand in his and guided to his tool. She looked at him in surprise but  didn’t stop him at first. As he made her make first contact with his rock hard  prick, she pulled back the hand and was a bit defensive. Vicky didn’t want to  lose her, hence the look in his eyes was that of “nothing against your wishes” to which her eyes had responded ok. He thought when the boob queen is in  front of him, he should focus on her prized possession and if she is aroused  regularly enough, everything else would fall in place sooner than later. With  this thought he again moved to her prized assets. This time he was behind  her with him kissing her nape and hands mauling the boobs and it between  drawing circles around her navel, albeit it was covered with her t-shirt. But it  was good enough to arouse her. The big boobied lass was in mood now, the  ass movement over his crotch making great contact with his rock hard tool,  meant that she was enjoying it. He thought that his modus operandi may  have been same as Dahiya for guiding her to his tool, perhaps because of 
which she withdrew. With that thought he was quite sure that the ass  movement indicates her willingness but he has to be much more  sophisticated in his approach. Her arms by now had moved behind his head,  making her boobs to protrude out making them all the more prominent, if  they were not prominent already. He continued the onslaught on her boobs  by making circles and tweaking her nippies. Sometimes he will turn her face  towards him and kiss her full on. After this he brought his face and shoved it  right in her boobies. She wanted him and he wanted her but still she was not going all out. As she pressed his face more in her heavy bosom, he brought  his around her ass and pressed on the globes and brought her closer to him.  She was enjoying the caresses and as he moved to suck her boobs, over t shirt and bra though, she said, “Geela ho jayegi, pata chal jayega” (t-shirt will get wet, it will be known). This was beethoven’s symphony to him since it  had a implied meaning of her not being averse to his sucking her boobs. To  which he had replied “kal button waali shirt pahen lena, and no bra, problem  solved” (wear a buttoned shirt tomorrow). She didn’t reply but neither did  she said no. They continued the programme for a few more minutes before  being called from downstairs. The call broke the magical spell. 
Sunday they could not meet. Monday morning, in expectation of meeting Mrs Kapoor, he could not wait for his parents to go to office. Right at the stroke  of 10am the phone rang. He was sure that it was Mrs Kapoor. He picked up  and the conversation flowed. 

[Blue Bull]

Mrs Kapoor “Vicky ?” 
He “Yes Aunty” 
She “Tumne kaise pahechaana main hoon” (how did you know it was me) He “Guess and expectation” 
She “Meri shift change ho gayi hai” (my shift has changed) “Tum aa rahe ho? Ek book deni hai” (u r coming? Need to give you a book)” 
He knew there was no book to be given, it was just safety valve in case  anyone picks up from the parallel line. 
“What time?” he asked 
“11” pat came the reply. 
“I want to see you today in same dress as for Sheetal’s b’day party” he said 
authoritatively. 
“I will see” she said 
“No I will see you in that dress only” he said, in his affirmative tone. She was his to be taken, he knew, the game had changed. 
“Hmm” 
He wore knee length baggy half pants and a t-shirt without bothering about  undergarments. 1040 he left his home for the dream destination. At 1055 he  reached close to her house and right on dot he pressed the bell. The door  opened and he liked what he saw. The wet dream had come to life. Mrs  Kapoor was wearing what she was wearing on Sheetal’s b’day party. The  same deadly red-black combination and looking drop dead gorgeous. 
The door closed, he moved in. Looked at her, gave an appreciative looked  and whistled. Even the mother of two grown up girls and drop dead beauty  liked to be appreciated by a teenager. He asked her to swirl around, she did.  He said “Petticoat toh nahin pahena?” (you did not wear petticoat?) 
“Why” 
“Even on that day you didn’t” 
“That’s why. Didn’t wear” 

[Blue Bull]

He took her in his arms and encircled in an embrace. The hands felt the soft  unblemished skin on her back with hands roaming the full length, breadth of  her back. Then he pressed her ass globes. He turned her around with her full lose hair on one side of shoulder exposing her bare back, he licked the ivory  skin. Every square inch was licked. She shuddered. The boy knew how to  
press the buttons. He continued the lick, she arched her back, in  appreciation, he didn’t stop and continued. After spreading a thin coat of his  saliva on her glistening back, he moved up and brought his teeth close to the string knot behind her neck. The hands meanwhile were drawing circles  around her nippies and gently massaging them. Without using his hands, he  untied the knot with his teeth only and let the blouse fall. She was impressed by his expertise and imagination. He moved in front of her and did not  proceed to the naked boobs, instead he went ahead and kissed her. The lip  lock proceed to a tongue lock and tongues got intertwined feeling each  other’s lips and tongues, alternating between upper and lower lip. After 5-7  minutes of lip-tongue lock, he broke away from the lip lock but did not 
disengage from her skin. The lips were still stuck to her body and the wet lips traced the way downwards from her chin. The neck, upper bosom all were  licked and kissed with the lips resting at the start of cleavage. The blouse  was still tied to the body with a thin strip of cloth joined to the base running  around her back. The strings loosening had meant that the boobs were now  uncovered with the front of the top was down exposing the luscious boobs,  He started the licking of cleavage, millimeter by millimeter he went south.  This was making her mad, he was so good at it. Expert she thought. As he  completely measured the over three inch long cleavage, with his tongue, he  moved to the underside of the boobies with the tongue still continuing the  magic on the melons. She was waiting for him to maul the melons but he  was making her wait and the pleasurable pain was excruciating for her. He  planted innumerable number of kisses and licks on the underside of her tits,  making her go further weak in knees. Then he started the journey north still  licking her, the tongue moved from between the boobs to her upper bosom.  Once again he made her long for his touch, which he was holding back. He  knew, if he could make her happy today, the luscious beauty, the voluptuous  lass, the dream woman, the walking wet dream will be his for taking as long  as he wanted. He was not leaving any stone unturned to achieve his  objective. 
Then he proceeded to play with the boobs but not before untying the strip of  cloth holding balance of the blouse. The sight was magnificent, the luscious  housewife was standing top nude with her black saree tied around her waist  and some part on ground. The nippie region was golden brown in colour.  One common thing ran in the Kapoor family women, the nippies and aerolas  were not dark in colour. He took the nipple between his thumb and index  finger and tweaked it a bit, the sensitive nipple became more stiff. He did this to both the boobs. The stiff nippies became looked like small erasers. Then  he started sucking the boobs with tongue paying attention area around  nippies. The boob massage started and gradually the pressure increased. The sucking brought in new sensations to her. People had sucked her boobs,  nobody could resist the temptation, those were meant for mauling and  sucking only, but this one was special. This one was passionate, loving,  caring. She pressed his head further into her bosom. She liked it and her  pressing his head was the testimony. The melons he liked were his now. God  was kind to him. The breathing had increased, the bosom was heaving up  and down with more prominence. The sucking had made her reach her first  orgasm. She was sensitive there but nobody had made her cum only with  sucking, boob pressing. He was the first one to explore this possibility and  succeed. She moaned and with one big moan, she pressed his head into her  and the legs shook alongwith the whole body. The face was a portrait of lust, wanton lust. The eyes were half closed. The thin sheen of sweat had applied 
a coat of shine on her body. She came in like a waterfall, so much so that  some of the love juices leaked out of the coveted pot and formed a stream  on her inner thigh. 

[Blue Bull]

He disengaged and looked at the beauty. The disheveled beauty was a piece  of marvel to adore. To reduce her pain, he pulled the saree and made her  turn. Turn by turn the saree came off revealing panty less lady with only a  string on her waist to hold the string. The string she removed. God, this was  special. Seeing a full bodied experienced beauty is much different from  seeing a young teenage nubile beauty. She was more voluptuous. Meat in  right places, that much more alluring and inviting with a safe knowledge that  his secret was safe with her. She struck a pose with one leg in front of other,  like models do, and the arms crossed much above her head. This made her  look more voluptuous, if earlier was not good enough. He motioned her to  swerve. She did. The luscious ass globes were very inviting. He knew their  turn will come very soon. The ass looked so much fuller, so much rounder  made for love making only. The ass was fuller, rounder looked from any  angle, from back or from side. It was made to fuck. 
Then she motioned him to remove his clothes. He was only too willing. Off  went the t-shirt and he opened the button of half-pant and stood close to  her. With a wicked smile on her face, she unzipped it, with a great deal of  
anticipation and expectation. She had felt her dick on her ass during last  encounter, she could make out it was big and strong, how much she wanted  to see. Down came the half pant and he stepped out of it. She liked what she saw. She adored what she saw. She was fascinated by what she saw. It was  long, big, thick and raring to go. She had seen a few now but this was  stupendous. The boy of 16 and half had such a big dick, the possibilities of it  reaching some great size when he becomes a full grown adult were  enormous. Vicky was 5.11 then reaching a max height of 6.2.” Both he and  his dick rose the same, with his adult dick reaching a max length of 11” when erect. It was truly big. 
The 8.0” boner was in its full glory. Raring to rip apart her love nest. She was in a trance. He went close to her, held her hand and led towards their  bedroom. The same one where he had taken Sheetal’s cherry. Like mother  like daughter. He sat on the bed, held her hair and pushed her down to her  knees on the ground with the snake right in front of her mouth. She held the  base of his cock and guided it in her mouth. Now it was his turn to squirm  with pleasure. She knew how to use her mouth. The tongue played with the  dick and using a deadly combination of inner cheeks, tongue and lips she  cast a magic spell. The tool was huge but the experienced practitioner was  able to take in a majority of it. As he pushed a bit forward, it appeared that 
she would choke but no, the seasoned campaigner took it all. Such was her  mastery, or was it the illicitness of the situation he was in, that after good 15  minutes of sucking he felt the now well known urge to splurge his semen in  her mouth. He came in by the buckets, filling her beautiful mouth, throat but  a stream of semen crept out from corner of her mouth as well. He took his  cock out. She looked at the cock immersed in his semen, brought the magical tongue out licked it clean. She did not want to lose even a drop of teenage  semen. 
Both had one round each of casting magical spells on each other. 
As she looked at him triumphantly, he got up and embraced her. Both the  naked bodies got intertwined, with mouths exploring each other hungrily. 

[Blue Bull]

Meanwhile hands touching every inch of each other’s body within reach. After 5-7 minutes of fast moving exploration, they moved towards the bed. They  lay on the bed, on facing each other. He slid forward and started the kissing  and boob press. Both knew that this time it is going to lead to intercourse.  The lovemaking was slow but intense. He kissed her deep, she held his rock  hard tool, he pressed and played with the melons, the hand pressed the ass  globes. Slowly he moved her, spooning her. Both were still lying on their  sides, her head turned towards him and he continued the saliva interchange,  the cock was in direct touch with her full rounded ass. The slow wriggle of  ass got the anaconda full mast. The boob massaged gave way to navel play  which moved further down to the coveted nest. A couple of digits did magic  to her. Like a guru, he inserted and disengaged the digits, giving equal  weightage to the inside and outside regions of the pussy. The touch on the  shaven area was very pleasurable. To increase the fun or pleasurable  torment, he continued the massage and smooching. Slowly, slowly she  turned towards him and he found himself on top of her. No reason to  complain. He disengaged from the pussy, leaving her high & dry, but feeling  expectant, he started smooching her with a vengeance. He wanted her to  feel his passion and wanted. He kissed her all over her face, face, upper  bosom, nippies, aerorlas, navel, stomach, thighs, pussy, knees, shins, calfs,  toes. This was unexpected for her, but she didn’t mind. It was pleasurable. 
He then started kissing the clean pussy and used his tongue to clean the  place with tongue trying to force entry inside and giving unimaginable  sensations to her. After lubricating it enough with his tongue, he positioned  his tool at the entrance and waited for her to look at him. Both pair of  expectant eyes met each other’s gaze and then both smiled. The elder lady  was much more lubricated and easy to penetrate, inch by inch the monster  went in. She felt so filled. She thought that the kid can grow up to have some serious tool and it would be wise to have him on regular basis for a long term
satisfaction. Some Long Term planning you may say. As his monstrous dick  went in, he let it rest there for a couple of minutes. Her legs were on his  either side. The melons were in his reach and the hands were playing with  them. She felt so filled. The inner walls adjusted to adjust for this most  welcome intruder. Gradually he took the tool out and then rammed in. It was like a train, starting slowly but surely and gradually picking up the speed. He  did the same, within 10-15 strokes he had picked up some serious speed and was ramming her with some vengeance. She was his prized trophy and he  wanted her to feel his passion for her. His tool was hitting the inner most  spots and continued hits on her G-spot and the whole idea of being fucked by her daughter’s classmate made her cum much sooner than her own  expectations. Suddenly she clinched the bedsheet with both her hands and  the grip of her legs tightened around him. She shivered indicating that she  had come by gallons. Same way of cumming he thought – like daughter like  mother.