My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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As the tool inched its way in – the enormity hit her just like many others.  It was too big for her, she had not seen it.  It was way big for eyes but humongous for the asshole.  She felt that her asshole would rip apart.

 

The ass was wriggling in a simple harmonic motion.  The cock was going in and coming out in a much practiced movement.  She was grunting but holding back the sound of the moans to not to arouse interest from passers by.  She was excreting love juices, the scent of which was making the dog interested.  The doggy style with naked ass globes and the sexual heat had made dog focus them a bit more.  The bitch and male were tied in the knot by then.  The sexual motion period had given way to the rest sexual period.

 

Not detailing the act to avoid repetition.

 

She came, came and came.  She had never cummed like this in her life.  The boy was yet to cum, he continued pounding her, holding her in his favourite position of riding a horse.  She was ecstatic.  In some distance she could hear sounds of some people walking through via the trail.   She was afraid of someone coming there.  On the same hand she was at point of no return.

 

She wanted him to continue and he continued obliging.  That day he fucked her missionary style as well.

 

As they disengaged for the day, so did the canines.  The male canine came close to her to smell her.  By then she was decently covered.  However the smell made him interested and he brought its nose closer to the love nest.  Vicky was standing a couple of meters away and was laughing hysterically.  She looked at Vicky for help.  The act of dog was enticing for her.

 

Vicky shooed away the dog.

 

They picked up the mat but the dog followed them for quite some time. 

 

He reached home and went to office and got a call from Anju on his cell.

 

“Hi”

 

“Hi”

 

“Main bol rahi hoon” (its me) said Anju

 

“kya haal chaal” (how r u)

 

“theek hoon” (fine)

 

“dard nahin ho raha” (isn’t it paining) he asked.

 

“kya” (what) she acted innocent.

 

“batana padega” (will have to tell?) he said.

 

“thoda bahut” (a bit)

 

“only a bit?” he exclaimed.

 

“zyaada der karte toh zyaada dar hota” (if we had done more it would have hurt more) she chuckled.

 

“agli baar sahi” (next time sure)

 

“pakka” (promise) she asked.

 

“mera hatiyaar pasand aa gaya hai’ (you liked my tool) he said.

 

“abhi toh dekha bhi nahin” (I have not even seen it) she said.

 

“haan bagair dekhe hee andar le liya” (you took it in without even seeing).

 

She laughed.

 

“kal kitne baje” (what time tomorrow) asked the wanton slut.

 

“subah nahin – kal ek telecon hai, subah office jaldi pahunchna hai – 3.30pm will come to your home” (morning no – have a telecon at office early morning – will reach your place by 3.30pm)

 

“pakka” (promise) said she

 

“pakka aur dard bhi karwa doonga” (promise and I will make it hurt as well)

 

The next morning he reached office at 6.30am. Office had made all arrangements. It was a very long telecon.  His parents didn’t know of the early return part.  For them he was to return at the usual time only.

 

He reached Anju’s home right on the dot and pressed the doorbell at 3.30pm.  The wanton slut had got her maid to go home early.  She was waiting for him. The door opened, he liked what he saw.  The lady was dressed for the occasion.

 

She wore a simple ladies pyjama and a top.  Easy to remove and no time to waste.

 

He closed the door behind him and went for the attack.  For good 7-8 minutes he kissed her with her back on the main wooden door. The kissing was very passionate.  Both tongues licked each other clean and licked each other lips’ as well. The lady had her tryst with a fare share of men and the young man had his own harem of quite desireable ladies.  It was a very good match with each one out to extract best from each other.  The lower lip and upper lips were licked clean of any thing they may have had.  The kissing was following some sort of pattern it started out pretty violently and then petered out. After some soft smooching they again picked up the momentum.  The boobs were mercilessly pressed and kneaded.  His hands also kneaded the ass globes.   She on the other hand reached out for his cock and pressed it over his trousers. 

 

As they broke away panting for breath, they attacked each others clothes and within a few seconds flat the two sets of clothes were on the floor and Anju ran naked towards her bedroom.  Vicky was not going to be left behind and he too followed her.  She tried to playfully close the door of the bedroom (much against her heart & mind) but Vicky was too quick to allow it to happen and reached inside.  She went to a corner and tried to be away from Vicky.  It was a game of cat and mouse.  The room was pretty big and the bed was not aligned to any edge which meant it can room for movement on all the four sides.  Around a couple of feet worth of room at the headside.  She reached the far end of the bed and as he tried to come close to her she moved to the other side.  Vicky got up to reach the centre of the bed and stood their proudly. He was in his birthday suit apart from the socks.  The tool was hanging and dangling proudly. Him standing on the bed and Anju on the floor meant that the lady was seeing it at her eye level.  She was just mesimerized.  It was too big.

 

It felt very big in her ass but now seeing the enormity of what had hit her inside she understood why she enjoyed the tool.

 

The boobs were jumping in all directions when she was running around the bed causing the tool to awake from its slumber.  The boobs were trying to fly to glory but held back by some mechanism.  She had very little bush and loved shaving it perhaps.  The boobs were big and had light brown aerolas and nippies.  The skin was glowing and Vicky had felt it earlier was like silk.  The wavy hair strands running across her face were looking magical.  As she stood mesimerised by the semi conscious piston she had her hands of her hips and involuntarily licked her lips. 

 

As Vicky moved towards her from the centre of the bed position, the wanton slut in her moved forward. She was in trance after seeing the tool, much as so many before her and many more to come.  He went close to her and patted gently on her head and moved his hand on her head as one does to a pet.  These subtle gestures had defined his domination.  Very gently she moved her head forward and planted a soft kiss on the tool head with her hand moving to grasp the base of the tool. 

 

She was standing one the floor and he was on the bed.  Gradually the natural course took over and she opened her mouth and the hand started the up and down movements.  The big intruder, quite bigger than her husband’s, found its way in her mouth and she started the sucking the huge tool.  It was very difficult for her to accommodate the tool head but still she had managed to adjust somehow.  After a few attempts she managed to suck it a bit nicely.  Was able to take in about 4 inches worth of meat in but smoked it pretty nicely.  She had smoked a few cocks.  The remainder of the cock was being serviced by the hand.  She was using a good combination of tongue and general sucking in to service the tool.  It was a very good way of doing it.  He was enjoying it. 

 

After a few minutes she apparently got tired of stroking and smoking but did not get tired of holding it.  Vicky got down to his knees and then they were a bit similar in height.  He then embraced her and played with her boobs.  She tried to kiss him but he avoided it.  He then led her to the bathroom and made clean her mouth and as she did he kissed her with some serious passion.  The passion was too much to be resisted by her.  She didn’t want to resist it either.

 

 

He sat on the commode seat (with the lid down) and rubbed some soap on his tool which was rock hard as expected.  She came forward to meet him and match the love making.  Vicky was seated and she had to had her legs on either side of him and outside of his legs.  She moved her pussy down to meet the tip of the cock.  After a few trys she felt tired and helpless as the position was not very comfortable for her and the pussy was not gripping the tool very nicely.  For him though the position was good as the boobs hit his face nicely but for the intercourse it was not very conducive.

 

Suddenly both were looking at each other due to the uncomfortable predicament that they were in. 

 

Necessity is the mother of invention.

 

The wanton slut brought two very small plastic stools and placed them at the either side of his leg.  This meant she could stretch a bit easily and control her movements better.  With a better grip on the handle on the adjacent wall for hanging towels etc, she could force herself on his tool with more vigour and make it hit her hard deep inside.  Vicky was also happy since her full bossom hit his face quite regularly and he could also control her movements by holding her from the waist. 

 

Sometimes he would make her go slow to lick and suck her boobs.

 

Sometimes he would let her hit him with her lovely juicy pillows.

 

To complement her movement, he decided to put a finger in her anus.  Such swift was the movement of his hands that he caught her offguard and startled her.  As she realized the import of the double penetration, she started enjoying it further.

 

Gradually the momentum increased with both trying to match each other’s movement.  The crotch came up to meet the other crotch’s downward journey. The gravity was having its effect with the tool hitting her deep inside.  It was much better than on the bed, though a bit uncomfortable, since she was being touched at places untouched hitherto.

 

In the excitement of the forbidden act, she came quite soon.  The moment was one to savour as she stopped during cumming with her boobs right on his face.  He nibbled on the nipples and shook her boobs from side to side.

 

Vicky was not done as yet.  He got up from the commode seat and sat on the floor near the bath tub.  He switched on the hand held shower and made his tool wet.  After she had recovered from the after effects of an orgasm, she looked at him only to find him looking at her with a look asking her to join him there.

 

She was ever willing.  One nod of the head and she picked up the soap bar.  As if a natural reaction, she started rubbing soap bar on the big tool.   A bit of water and soap rubs ensured some decent lather formation on his piston.  He then indicated her to sit anal down on the cock and thus the anal fucking started.  15 minutes of gravity assisted anal screwing ensured that both cummed at the same time.

 

Since there is nothing new in this form of screwing hence not detailing it.

 

For those 2.5hours they fucked like rabbits. 

 

For a few weeks more they fucked liked rabbits.  There schedule started with the morning fuck in the secluded spot in the District Park, with sessions at her home and at his also as per convenience.

 

After sometime her husband came back and the chances reduced but did not eliminate. She too joined in a huge harem of his.

 

It was sometime in end May or early June that year that one of his friends told him of the young call girl he managed to screw and how easily it was available.  The girl was pretty young and innocent.  Vicky had his own harem to take care of and hence he did not bother much.

 

By July that year, Honey also came to Delhi to join a college.  She joined a college in South Campus and stayed in rented accommodation nearby.  This meant she was quite close to Vicky’s place. (about 2-3km).  This also meant he had a reandevous with Honey and her mother.

 

In the meantime the new receptionist Heena had learnt of Vicky’s position in the organization and his ability to influence HR in taking staff.  Since Heena was on off-company rolls (third party payroll) she wanted to move to payrolls of the big company.  She thought that she can get it done by influencing Vicky.

 

One day she met Vicky in the parking area and spoke about the interest in moving to regular payrolls. Vicky was sympathetic but was clever enough to not to commit. 

 

She said “Vicky agar tum yeh karwa do – toh hum friends ban sakte hain” (if you can get it done, we can be friends)

 

Vicky could see the game and said “hum abhi friends nahin hain kya” (aren’t we friends now)

 

She said “aap samajhte toh ho” (you understand)

 

“Nahin main nahin samajhta” (no I don’t understand) he said

 

She gave him a known smile and went away.

 

Vicky didn’t want anyone to tarnish his professional reputation and hence did not talk to Heena for some time.

 

By August end, the same friend (not from his office) met Vicky and again started story about his exploits. This time round he had a photo of the call girl he had screwed.

 

He emailed it to Vicky.

 

One day it was a very long and tiring day at the office. The cab was late and he had some time to kill. Out of no where he remembered his friends talk about the call girl and opened his mail id meant for such content only.

 

He found that he had sent some mails. One of the mails had a few photographs. It seemed the chap had taken liking to screwing call girls big time. Vicky thought he was so lucky to have a harem of divine beauties for himself and did not have to turn to call girls.

 

Vicky was seeing the photos. They gave an impression of primarily being of the college going girls.

 

The second last photograph made him smile.

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We will visit the photograph in tandem with the episode unfolding now.

 

His father’s good name had always helped him. Many a times the mere mention of his father would raise his reputation by a few notches. He was a man of impeccable character and unimpeachable integrity. Such was his stature that the local MLA and MLC also used to take his advice on the issues pertaining to social welfare. 

 

However, this time round, unknowingly, his father landed a damsel right in Vicky’s arms.

 

Sometime in early September that year his father and mother were coming from a relative’s place.  It was raining in the evening and hence the visibility was pretty poor. His father was driving their Zen. It was at pretty slow speed, somewhere around 20-25km only.  A few children were riding their bicycles in rains and enjoying the wet weather. Suddenly one of the kids lost balance and fell right in front of the car and hurt himself.  Though his father had applied brakes immediately but the slippery nature of roads and the suddenness of the incident meant that the kid got hurt.

 

The incident did not happen much far from their home and hence Vicky’s parents brought the kid home and administered first aid.  Took him to dispensary and got the anti-tetanus injection done.  The other kids brought the bicycle to Vicky’s house and left.  He was not badly hurt but yes there was bleeding from a couple of points on his elbow and knee.  Vicky’s father asked him his residence phone number.  He called his parents and explained them what had happened and asked them to come to their place to take the kid back. Kid’s name was Rahul.  Both the parents were happy to learn that the first aid has been administered and the kid was taken care of. By the time they reached Vicky’s residence, Rahul was enjoying a hearty meal.

 

The doorbell made the usual ding-dong sound, he went down to open the staircase door.  Stood in front of him Rahul parents, enquiring about his father and confirming the address.  He welcomed them in and led them to their house upstairs.  Vicky led the troops followed by the man and then the lady.  He ushered them in and straightaway they looked at the wounds and the bandage and the meal being enjoyed by the kid. His father apologized and explained how it happened. To his credit, Rahul admitted that he had slipped at a crucial time making the braking much more difficult. Since there was no major injury, everyone was happy.  His mother prepared tea for the couple and it was a pleasant mood all round. His father introduced Vicky to the couple and they were impressed by his credentials of being DCE and FMS alumunus. 

 

Rahul’s father was working with External Affairs ministry and was due for overseas assignment in an African country. He was not interested in taking his family there for obvious reasons.  He had made arrangements to ensure that the government accommodation they were staying in continues even when he is out of country.  Rahul was their only child.  The man was about five feet four inches in height and of slight built.  He did have a thick crop on his head but the face betrayed the advancing years. 

 

Now we come to the damsel.  She was nothing short of a babe.  The family belonged to Himachal and true to the tradition the lady was pretty fair coloured. She was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez hiding the treasures but Vicky could make out from the broad contours that the god has been kind in distributing assets to her. One movement tightening the kameez on her bossom gave him that impression. He had by now observed, tasted, mauled, abused a hell lot of them to firm up the correct opinion.  The posterior asset value was confirmed at the time of departure.  She had married early and Rahul was born one year after the marriage. He was in Class IX, meaning about 14years.  Equating it with early marriage translated the age of lady, Mrs Kalia (Brahmins of north) with maiden name of Bhawna, to be around 36-37 years.  At the max 38. Ripe old age for a female at the height of her sexual desires.

 

Before leaving, Rahul managed to lay his eyes on Vicky’s Cricket Kit Bag.  He was overjoyed as he too was a cricket fanatic.  He pulled out the original Slazenger (remember bats with a V sign in front and black leopard / cheetah on back, used by Viv Richards a lot) and BDM bats and was impressed with the kit overall.  A few shadow practice shots brought smiles to all present.  When Rahul’s father enquired about the level Vicky played, response from his father of him having played at University level and beyond impressed everyone.

 

The kid asked him “Bhaiya mujhe sikhaoge” (will you teach me)

 

Vicky smiled and said yes.

 

Mrs Kalia said “isko padha diya karo” (you teach him)

 

Before he could say anything his father intervened which opened gates for him.  “regular tuitions toh mushkil hai, haan hafte mein 1-2 din aake review kar lega” (regular tuitions not possible but he can come and review once or twice a week)

 

Both the parents smiled.

 

A week after this incident they invited Vicky and his family to a dinner where Mr Kalia broke the news of his transfer. 

 

Vicky and his parents reached their residence at the anointed time.

 

Mr Kalia opened the door and let them in. The kid was overjoyed to find Vicky Bhaiya there and started off with some talk on cricket stars. Everyone smiled.

 

Mrs Kalia was getting ready and after about 5-7 minutes she entered the room.  Boy was she looking beautiful.  She was wearing a simple saree with a normal sleeveless blouse.  Not too deep cut from front and back but the beauty was in simplicity.  The glowing fair skin was in contrast with the dark coloured attire.  Light make up did wonders to her pretty face.  Vicky noted the curves on her body and saw that the boobs did their best to obey the limits of the blouse but were failing miserably. The lacy bra was too helping the blouse to keep the big balloons in check.  The saree was worn a bit tight around the ass and he could make out the full rounded ass.  She was not in the league of Mrs Kapoor but definitely in league of his friends’ Maami.  He made a note of her assets.

 

The dinner ended with pleasantaries all round and reminder of review of Rahul’s performance by Mr Kalia and a request from him to take care of his family in his absence since most of his relatives were based in interiors of Himachal Pradesh which would mean that it will take them no less than 12hrs to reach Delhi.  Vicky’s parents nodded in affirmative.

 

Post dinner they went back home. All were happy, Mr Kalia for knowing there was someone to look after his family.  Vicky’s parents were generally happy to interact with a good family, Rahul was happy to learn that his Vicky bhaiya will teach him cricket as well, Bhawna was happy in general with safety of knowledge of one good family to bank on in times of need.  Vicky was happy for obvious reasons.

 

Mr Kalia got transferred and went to Africa.

 

In the meantime Vicky asked his friend venturing into the territory of the call girls to set one for him as well.  He said that though he has fucked quite a few but he wanted to pay for it once as well.

 

His friend smiled and said ok and asked him which one.  He told him of his preference for the second last photograph and told him to not to tell her his real name.

 

He agreed.

 

As per the friend the girl’s name was Sonia, Vicky smiled.

 

He asked “hans kyon raha hai” (why are you laughing)

 

Vicky replied “yeh uska nakli naam hoga” (must be a false name)

 

He too agreed again.

 

Vicky’s parents were going for one day out of town on the coming weekend. Vicky decided to use the opportunity to good effect.

 

By now Vicky’s flat in Dwarka was ready. In fact they had moved some extra furniture like a single bed etc to that house.  It had the fans and other things required for basic necessities in place.  Vicky decided to use it to full effect.

 

Vicky was to meet her at some shopping mall in West Delhi and was to take her to his Dwarka flat for some lovemaking.  She was thinking it to be a short affair that he would end like others in one hour. Little did she know that “Manoj” she was meeting today was someone special.

 

Vicky’s friend who set it up named Anuj was also there at the Mall and was sitting with “Sonia” at the coffee shop. It was thought that it would be better if they could meet at a public place and go from thereon. 

 

Vicky called up Anuj from his cell and asked him to tell Sonia that “Manoj” would join her in 2 minutes and will be wearing a blue jeans and a white t-shirt.  Sonia agreed and Anuj left.

 

Sonia was looking around anxiously just hoping no one recognizes her there. Especially those, whom she had serviced in the past.  Vicky approached her from behind and said “Hi Sonia its Manoj”

                                                                    

Sonia turned her face and looked at Manoj and turned pale.

 

She started sweating in the Air Conditioned environment.

 

Manoj for her was Vicky for the world and Sonia for the clients was none other than Heena at Vicky’s office reception.

 

She could not speak for quite some time.

 

It was after almost 5 minutes that Vicky started the small talk.

 

“Kya hua” (what happened)

 

She did not respond.

 

He came closer to her. To the outside world it was a case of boyfriend and girlfriend sitting together and talking sweet nothings.

 

He came close to her face and planted a soft kiss.

 

She did not respond. How could she.

 

He again planted a kiss on her cheek, but a bit longer one.

 

She still did not respond.

 

He held her by the shoulder and indicated to her to get up without making any scene.  She got up.  He still had his arm around her shoulder and they moved out. She was wearing a top with noodle straps and a skirt finishing a couple of inches above the knee.  It was a black skirt and light coloured top combination.  The skirt accentuated the ass curves in a nice way and the noodle straps showed hell lot of slender and feminine shoulders.  He guided her to his car and off they went towards Dwarka. He called up Anuj and told that Sonia is with him and thanked him.

 

Heena thanked him deep down for not taking her real name in front of his friend.

 

It was about 1130am that they had met and by 12noon they were near the society where Vicky had the flat ready.  He would have loved to devour Heena full night but he had plans that night.  It was the night with Khan ladies, Sadaf, Tina and their mother. It was booked the day he came to know of his parents’ out of town visit.  Unknown to him, Sadaf had called her hot cousin Arshiya (Aashi) from Green Park.

 

The chowkidar recognized Vicky as he had come to this flat with a few hotties earlier as well. Every such visit made the chowkidar richer by Rs 50/-.  Vicky indicated Heena to cover her face.  She followed the instructions.  The society was hardly occupied with occupancy rates less than 15%.  Those days Dwarka was not still so accessible via public transport.  There was only one occupant in the four bedroom flat section where Vicky had the flat.

 

As he parked the car in the ample parking lot, Heena got down and followed Vicky. She was still silent but less tense now.

 

Vicky opened the locks and they entered the house. It had a smell which results from non ventilation over a long period of time.  Vicky opened all the windows and switched on the fans.  On the way he had made arrangements for water and liquid diet and something to eat as well.

 

After about 15-20mins when the smell had vanished, he closed the main door.  All the while Heena was avoiding eye contact with him and looking around the house and appreciated the duplex house.  It had four bedrooms, one servant room, one study, one puja room, drawing, dining, three stores. Every room had attached washroom and huge balconies.  It was very well ventilated and had ample provisions of natural lighting.  The big terrace balcony opened to a very big ground with a lot of trees.  She wished having such a house of her own or best that of her husband.

 

As the door closed it was time for some serious action and talk.  The time of reckoning had come for her.

 

Vicky sad “toh” (so)

 

She had found her voice by now and said “toh” (so). She was trying to act confident in front of Vicky and was trying to wriggle her way out of the mess.  Little did she know of his confidence and prowess in sex.

 

It was a case of who blinks first.

 

Vicky didn’t blink but said “Anuj ne teri bahut hot picture bheji thee” (Anuj had sent a very hot photo of yours)

 

Heena had to blink now.

 

She did and said “Vicky please kisi aur ko mat batana” (please don’t tell anyone else)

 

She continued “tum jo kahoge karoongi” (will do whatever you say)

 

Vicky was enjoying it now, he said “kahoge karoongi offer mein kya kya aata hai” (what all is covered in offer whatever you say) and smiled.

 

“Tum jab kahoge tumhaarey paas aaoogni” (will come to you whenever you say) she said.

 

“paas aake kya karogi” (what will you do after you come to me) he implored.

 

“jo tum kaho, jaise tum kaho” (what you say, how you say) she replied.

 

“kya karogi’ (what will you do) he queried further.

 

She said “Sex”

 

He smiled and asked her to come to him.

 

She did.

 

One finger movement by him and off went the skirt and came into view a beautiful red lacy panty. 

 

Another movement indicated to remove the top which she did. Since it was a noodle strap top, she wore the bra with straps only towards the back.

 

The python had woken up by then and she looked at the formidable tent being formed. 

 

Another couple of motions got rid of bra and panty and got her in the birthday suit.  The pussy was well shaven and had only one thin line of hair.  It was done and maintained by an expert.  The boobs were good sized and had brown shade of aerolas and nipples.  The nipples were erect in anticipation and looked big on the boobs as observed by Vicky earlier in office as well.

He made her turn around with her ass towards him. Even the ass looked much fuller than when she joined.  Seemed it did get its fair share of pounding.

 

Beyond the boundary of the society compound and In front of the big balcony adjoining the drawing room (Vicky and Heena were in the drawing room) was a very big ground.  Since it was afternoon there was hardly anybody. More likely to be completely empty. 

 

The ground had trees planted all around its boundary.  The trees had not grown to the maximum but still provided some semblance of partition from the prying eyes in the ground.  One labourer Ramu was sitting under the shade of one of the trees after a hard morning’s work of weeding out unwanted grass. 

 

Heena came close to Vicky in the hope of start of love making. 

 

He had some other ideas.

 

He asked her to go and stand in the balcony.  She looked at him giving her a look of someone will see. 

 

He understood her predicament and said “koi nahin hai yahan. Is complex mein is side koi nahin hai” (no one is here. None in the complex on this side)

 

She listened obediently and started to move towards the balcony but stopped when Vicky said “khud toh nangi ho gayi, main kya jeans phadkar chodunga” (you have become naked, would I screw with cock tearing the jeans)

 

She liked the vulgar language but pretended to not to and moved towards him.

 

“Chal ab meri t-shirt utaar” (now take off my t-shirt) he commanded.

 

She came close to him and pulled off his t-shirt with his help. 

 

Also went away the vest.

 

He was now topless as her but only he was not in birthday suit like her.

 

He stood and asked her to open the belt.  She did it in anticipation. The python was also quite awake with the images of nude beauty sent by the brain.  This made the tent in the jeans look quite formidable.  With tentative hands she unbuckled the belt and opened the jeans button and stopped. He asked her to complete the job.  With slightly trembling hands she pulled down the zip fastener causing the python in the underwear to push the underwear fabric a bit out.  The protruded movement of the tool was not lost on Heena and her quick look on his python was not lost on Vicky either. 

 

He helped her to pull the jeans down and he stepped out of the heap on the floor.  He was now only one garment away from joining Heena in birthday suit.

 

Heena was transfixed looking at the bulge.

 

As if a kid wanted to uncover the present, she pulled down the underwear in one swift motion and was waiting for the order to devour it.  It was as if a bowl of meat is put before an obedient dog who wants to eat it all up but is waiting the signal from his master. Everything else was quite similar but here we had a bitch in the heat.

 

Now he signaled her to remove the final frontier.  The bitch in heat was ready for it.

 

Inch by inch the underwear started the southern journey.  With an effort she moved the underwear a bit forward to come down from the tool.  Bulb or knob of the tool was the first thing she saw.  Good and big enough to mesimerise her.  A few more inches came to view one by one and after about 10 seconds the underwear kissed the floor. She was transfixed to it. Her eyes were fixed on the target.  She just could not believe what was in front of her.  She had seen many and taken in many a cock but this was so different and big.  It was much thicker and that much longer than anything else. The sight of veins running along the length gave it a very healthy and strong look.  Involuntarily the hand encircled the base. Her soft hands were straining to cover the base.  The face started the journey to kiss the tool. When she was millimeters from it, Vicky pushed her face back and told her to go to the balcony.

 

She wanted to kick him for doing this to her but could not do so and then grudgingly moved towards the balcony.  She stretched her arms over her head and then moved them back to make the boobs thrust forward.

 

Ramu, the labourer sitting in the ground in front of the society just could not believe his luck.  The beautiful Heena with gorgeous figure was in front of him (albeit at a fair distance) and doing a bit of stretching in her birthday suit.  The light breeze was blowing her hair over her face and giving even more erotic look to the poor labourer.  His cock rose and he started pumping it over his lungi and loose underwear.

 

Heena in the meantime had started enjoying the naked journey in the balcony and could make out some human form in general direction of where Ramu was resting.  On seeing the human form she panicked at first but then decided to give someone a feast for his eyes. The slut in her who had abandoned her on seeing someone who knew her as Heena rather than Sonia was now back in full flow after the unwrapping of Vicky and her naked sojourn.  She gradually started gyrating to a rhythm and made some lewd gestures towards the direction of Ramu.  Ramu just could not believe his luck that the damsel was looking at him for some fun.  The red blooded male was ever ready to service the lady in this hour. Knowing fully well that the society is very thinly populated, he decided not to miss out on the platinum rated opportunity and got up to go towards her.  After walking a few paces towards the society building, he looked up only to find the babe of her dreams getting away from him.  One, tall young man, presumably naked, since he too was topless, as Ramu could see, came and stood behind her.

 

Both the youngsters laughed as the man cupped her boobs in his gigantic hands and mauled them.  The mauling made her shriek.  He continued to kiss the nape of her neck and pinched the nippies.  He made the girl to rest her hands on the balcony railing and put some spit on his hand and it looked as it he massaged his tool with it. 

 

He started very violently as he gave quite a few powerful thrusts.  Heena wanted to get fucked by his big cock but even she was not prepared for the sheer size of the piston.  Powerful thrusts made the tool find its way inside the small asshole. Though the asshole had welcomed a lot of visitors in past few months giving a more rounded shape to the ass due to the continued penetration but this was something special. 

 

Heena said “Vicky dheere dard hota hai” (Vicky go slow it hurts)

 

Vicky “kyon itno mein itna bada kisi ka nahin thaa” (why wasn’t tool of anyone that big of the so many you had seen & taken)

 

Very sheepishly she could say “hmmmm”

 

Vicky knew she was also feeling the pain which so many had endured before her.  He decided to go slow much to delight of Heena and Ramu, but for different reasons.  Heena was happy since it was far less painful now and Ramu was happy since the scene would be prolonged.

Inch by inch it went in. The asshole walls adjusted for the new incumbent and decided to welcome it with open arms (rather walls). 

 

Heena had tears formed in her eyes as she felt the enormous pain.  She thought that the asshole was about to be ripped apart.  Vicky had seen this scene unfold in front of him many a times and knew how to proceed.  He allowed the tool to stay put in her ass and rest for a while as she got adjusted to the intruder.

 

Not going into details of anal fucking for want of repetition.

 

Ramu in the meanwhile was seeing the pain on Heena’s face and could make out that the boy is screwing her hard. He was a bit amazed that there had been no furious motion of penetration but still Heena was in pain.  He thought that the tool must be big then for it to cause such pain.  As Heena was leaning forward on the balcony railing, the boobs were not clearly visible as earlier to Ramu but he was devouring what was on display.

 

Vicky in the meanwhile had also leaned forward and planted a few wet kisses on her shoulders and massaged her boobs causing Heena to close her eyes and lean back on Vicky.  The sight of full boobs of Heena brought immense pleasure to Ramu as stroked himself to glory and ejaculation.

 

One swift motion, Vicky lifted Heena’s legs and placed her feet on the balcony railings with his cock still parked in her ass.  She was holding him with her arms crossed behind his head and both were intertwined in a luscious lip lock.  She admired his skills in kissing department as well. 

 

She thanked her stars for such a lover and Ramu thanked his for such a scene.

 

Her feet were on the balcony railings (the balcony had a smallish wall, of designer poles of about 2.5feet topped by iron railing running on the balcony wall), knees bent up and the ass globes resting on his cock fixed to her hole. Gravitational push made it slip in a few centimeters more.  For Vicky, Heena was weightless.  He held her by her thighs and started the motion. Heena was being treated like a toy and she was enjoying it to the hilt.  The cock was now hitting her unchartered territories. It was reaching and hitting where no one could ever reach.  Though it was hurting but it was giving her a lot of pleasure as well.  Vicky moved her head towards him and started kissing her deep, one hand was mauling the boobs and the other was fingering the pussy.

 

All the thought of decency and worry of anyone looking was thrown out of the balcony as the sexual onslaught started peaking.  He knew how the play with boobs with special focus on the nippies and soft massage.  The digits penetrated her pussy with gusto and the finger movement was creating magic in her.  The tool in her ass completed the double penetration.  Such was the eroticity of the whole act that Heena exploded within no time and got one of her most powerful orgasms ever. She came in buckets and wetted his fingers big time.  He though was quite a bit away from his orgasm and continued fucking her ass.  The love juices were spread on her body. 

 

On the ground below, Ramu was busy in dirtying his dhoti by his semen.  He had cummed twice within a short time. 

 

Vicky increased the force of his hits.  The rock hard piston was hitting deep in her love engine. The strokes had by now increased to furious levels. The summer months ensured that a thin sheet of sweat was formed on the two intertwined bodies. Dropes of sweat were falling on the floor. 

 

Ten more minutes of heavy duty pounding in her ass made life difficult for both her and Ramu.  Ramu just could not handle the display in front of his eyes and admired Vicky’s stamina & strength.

 

Heena also was finding it difficult to continue as it was hurting her but like Ramu she too admired his stamina and strength.

 

Suddenly the pounding became even faster indicating impending orgasm of Vicky. The thick white fluid flooded her asshole and love juices due the next orgasm of the day flooded her pussy.

 

Ramu also did his bit in dirtying clothes. 

 

Vicky made Heena stand on the floor and continued kissing her for some time exposing the naked beauty to the world.  Alas it was only Ramu’s luck to see the nude nubile thing.

 

With his arm across her, Vicky took her inside the room.  Ramu waited for quite some time to see another glimpse of his sex goddess but to no avail.

 

Inside the house, Vicky fucked her dry over the next two hours.

 

He did it on the kitchen slabs.

 

They made love on one old bed kept in the empty drawing room.

 

They did it standing position, missionary, cowgirl and his favourite doggie style.

 

She had a blast in being fucked like this.

 

Not going into details to avoid repetition.

 

They got dressed up, closed all the doors and windows of the house, went out and Vicky dropped her to her house.

 

On the way she said “Vicky please batana mat” (pls don’t tell)

 

Vicky said  “don’t worry – bas tu aise mujhe miltee rahe” (you just keep meeting me like this)

 

Heena said “ok done” and smiled.

 

Vicky asked “tere group mein aur kaun hain” (who else in your group)

 

She said “hain kuch” (a few)

 

Vicky “photo bhej diyo” (send photos)

 

“Mere se man bhar gaya kya” (are you done with me)

 

“Tu toh maal hai – but darling variety is the spice of life” (you are a babe)

She smiled and said “you are a great lover”

 

He said “thanks par bahut ladkiyon aur auntiyon se sun chuka hoon” (have heard this many a times from many girls and aunties)

 

She smiled.

 

He stopped the car in some secluded area and made her suck his cock. She did that like an expert.

 

She agreed that she would get girls for him at no cost as and when he desired and he could use her in any which way. 

 

Both went home happy.

 

For once Heena liked her lover and forgot the money.  The scene which started on a bad note when she saw Vicky ended in a very delightful manner.

 

At office they act as usual and deliberately did not involve themselves in any which way to arouse suspicion.  They didn’t talk about each other to avoid doubts.

 

On Friday as he reached home, his mother told him that Bhawna (Mrs Kalia) had called and during the course of conversation mentioned if Vicky could come and review Rahul’s progress.  Deep down he was happy to get a chance to make his moves on Bhawna but outwardly he wanted to be seen as doing a duty only.

                                                                                                                                      

This was sometime in September that Vicky went to Kalia’s house to review the progress.  Bhawna opened the door and let him in.  She was looking nice in her salwar qameez and nothing much happened apart from the usual chit chat.  Then Vicky wore his tutor hat and started asking some basic questions based on the chapters done etc.  He focused on Science and Maths and could make out that Rahul can do well if he takes tuitions.  He was a bit weak on the basic concepts and due to that could not apply the formulas properly.

 

This feedback he shared on Sunday with Bhawna after a thorough cross check of his abilities.  Bhawna was a bit worried but Vicky assured her that it is not such a big issue since there is a marked improved in Science subjects over Class Eight.  He suggested a couple of tutors for Rahul. Tutions were not very common those days. These days it is a fashion.

 

Bhawna thanked him and asked him to come next weekend for Rahul’s review and any other time whenever he wishes.  He did go to their place regularly and there was nothing much of note that happened during next 4 weeks.  Rahul and Bhawna had got comfortable in his presence and she could now share many things with him.

 

Meanwhile he continued making love to Heena and also got Heena to get a couple of her co-workers to have a threesome two times.  The chowkidar at the Dwarka society had become richer by three hundred rupees.

 

October-November is the period of festivals with Dussehra, Diwali coming in this period. The Navratri period is also considered very auspicious for the marriages.

 

It was in October that he went to Rahul’s place as usual.  Rahul had gone out with his friends to celebrate someone’s birthday.  Even Bhawna did not know of the plan.  Anyways whatever happens, happens for good since Vicky got some quality time with Bhawna.

 

There was the usual chit chat about work, friends and then she turned to girl friends etc.  Vicky tried to avoid the question and she smiled at his predicament and wanted to have some fun at his expense and prodded further.

 

“Bata naa kaun hai teri girl friend” (tell the name of your girl friend)

 

“chhodo naa” (leave it) said he.

 

She was enjoying this and wanted to continue. Little did she know she was walking right into a honey trap.

 

“Kyon chhodoon, hai ya nahin, bata do, yahi umr hai” (why leave it, tell me if you have or no, this is the age to do it)

 

Vicky responded “thee kabhi, abhi nahin hai” (I had one earlier but not now)

 

He then told her Smita’s story which made Bhawna feel emotionally closer to him. He obviously missed out the spicy part and told her that she cheated him and he had to break off. But he did teach her a lesson by first luring her back into relationship and then leaving her stranded.

 

Bhawna supported his action of leaving Smita stranded.

 

After some more talk she went to the kitchen to prepare some tea. Vicky went to join her in the kitchen. It was a typical kitchen of a three bedroom government accommodation. She was wearing a tight fitted salwar kameez with a good cleavage formation owing to her melons. A good rounded ass was also adding to the asset department.  She was covering her bossom with a dupatta, which being slightly silky in texture was falling off the shoulders more often than not.

 

Vicky saw the opportunity and said “chunni hata do, gas par gir gayi toh dikkat hogi” (remove the duppatta, if it falls on gas stove, can cause problems)

 

She understood the problem but was unsure to remove it in front of him since she was too conscious of her melons.

 

Vicky saw her hesitating and added “agar aap na karna chaho toh theek hai par yahan par mere ilaava aur kaun hai. Lagta hai aap mujhe prem chopra samajhte ho” (if you don’t want to remove it, its ok, but its only two of us here. Seems you think I am Prem Chopra (famous hindi films villain))

 

She smiled at the comparison, saw reason in his logic and off went the dupatta to the dining table chair in the lobby and said “lo ab prem chopra se anil kapoor ban gaye” (see you have now become anil kapoor from prem chopra – meaning hero from villain)

 

Pat came the reply “phir aap is Anil ki Madhuri ban jao” (then you become Madhuri for this Anil – Anil Kapoor and Madhur Dixit played lead roles of hero heroine in many movies)

 

At first she blushed and then smiled at his comment.

 

Vicky did not lose any opportunity to have a look at her bossom during the 7-8 minute tea making exercise.  She noticed it but did not react. It made her proud that she could attract and retain attention of a handsome boy about 10-12 years younger than her.

 

They moved to the drawing room to have tea.  Vicky got frontal views of the generous cleavage.  This was not lost on her.

 

They continued talking for some more time. By now she had really become comfortable with her and was enjoying his company.  Vicky had a great sense of humour and was adept at using non-veg words in a very non sexual manner to enhance the humour quotient of the tale.  She was impressed by his sense of humour and how he was not into the run of the mill jokes and liked cracking jokes on himself a hell lot.

 

It was over two hours that they were talking. Bhawna suggested to him to have another round of tea – he was not averse any number of rounds with her.  As they again went to the kitchen, this time there was a hell lot of laughter and non-sexual touches. 

 

The party to which Rahul had gone ended a bit early and he returned home.  His house had two entrances, one the main one and one was a sort of exit for servants from the lobby side.  As he had seen Vicky’s bike parked, he decided to surprise them by using the lobby side entrance. He knew that usually it was semi open with only a slight “kundi” which he had mastered in opening.  He ensured he did not make any sound and reached the top of stairs and opened the door without making any noise.  The noise was coming from the kitchen and he started to move towards the kitchen.  He was hiding behind the dining table chair that he saw something unusual.  His mother’s chunni was not present at the anointed place and that Vicky had both his hands on the shoulders and his cock was close to her lower back.  They were not engaged in anything sexual but their proximity unnerved him.

 

As Vicky saw him he took his hands away from her and moved towards him to meet him.

 

His mother also did not show any signs of being caught.

 

Vicky went home after another 15-20 mins leaving a confused Rahul behind.

 

Rahul was now in his teenage and knew that men looked at her mother longingly.

 

Before going Vicky had mentioned he would come the next day to meet Rahul. Rahul had decided to leave the two alone and see if something was brewing up.

 

From hereon the part pertaining to Bhawna and Vicky will be told from both Vicky and Rahul’s perspective. 

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The next Vicky reached at the set time to meet Rahul and Bhawna.  More Bhawna than Rahul.

Now story from Rahul’s perspective.

Vicky Bhaiya came to meet me and started asking questions from me.  Mummy was looking very chirpy today. Could not pinpoint the reason but was wearing a nice Churidar salwaar kameez suit that accentuated her curves.  The boys and older men in our colony and even in market used to eye her lustfully and since papa has been posted overseas the gazes have become all the more blatant.  The Salwaar was pretty tight as expected in a Churidaar and the kameez too was tight and appeared much tighter near her melons.  The chunni was not covering her modesty.  She had applied very light make up.  She had the skin and features to go along very well with light make up. Infact she looked at her best only with light make up.  Any heavier coating makes her look like a cosmetic doll.  Since it was me and Vicky there, hence off went the Chunni. Nothing major, since it was not there even in his presence yesterday.

Vicky Bhaiya was teaching very normally.  Mummy was also sitting at the side showing some cleavage to Bhaiya but he was busy teaching me.  It did not appear that it was deliberate.  She brought some tea and cookies for all of us.  Vicky bhaiya kept on asking questions to me and looked focused on the studies.

After about an hour or so, I thought I had got a brilliant idea.  As in so many erotic stories that I had read on internet, I too decided to give them the space and time to proceed. This would confirm my doubts I had on my mother.  Since yesterday I had started having doubts on my mom.  I announced to the world, only two though heard it, that I was going out to play.  I had envisioned that both the adults would be happy on listening this but nothing such happened.  

Mom said “dhyaan se” (take care)

Vicky said “all the best”

I moved out and got down the stairs making enough noise to let them know that I was going out for good.  I took out the bicycle and moved ahead. After about a 100mtrs I turned the cycle back to my place to reach my house and used the emergency exit stairs to go up. Since the house on the ground floor (it was a two storeyed flats complex– ground & first floor) was empty hence I could use the emergency stairs without any botheration of anyone asking me why not the main stairs.  There was a ventilator that opened in the lobby and one other in the balcony.  For that I had to go to terrace and park myself there. Today was going to be “The Day” for me to see what they were upto.

From the lobby vent I could see that Vicky and Mummy was talking and laughing aloud. She was enjoying his company and was looking very comfortable with him.  They were not talking of anything important till the time mom told him of a marriage in the family to take place in late November and that she had to buy dresses for that.  Vicky was overjoyed with this and decided to offer his services to accompany her to the market.  As he was planning to take mummy to the market his cell rang and he apologized to mom for him having to leave quickly.  He told her that he has some telecon early morning on coming Wednesday and that he would be back early and can come straight to their place and then they can leave for shopping.  Mom was apparently fine with the idea and off he went after shaking hands with mom and after cracking a few jokes.

I was aghast – how could Sherlock Holmes go so wrong.

One half of my mind wanted to give up and the other wanted to continue.

Rahul continues…

It was Tuesday that the phone rang in the afternoon. I don’t know why but for some strange reason I picked up the parallel connection.  I could see mom sitting on the sofa in the drawing room talking on the phone.  It was Vicky Bhaiya.

Vicky : “Kya haal hai” (how are you)

Mom : “Theek hoon, tum batao” (I am fine, how about you)

Vicky : “Bas jee rahen hain” (surviving)

She giggles.

Mom : “Khul ke jiyo” (live life to the fullest)

Vicky : “Kya khol ke jiyoon” (what do I open to live)

Mom : “Oye badmaash” (hey you rascal) and she giggled.

He too laughed.

Mom : “Aaj badi baaten bana rahe ho” (you are very lively while talking)

Vicky :”Thappad padne ka dar nahin hai na” (no chance of being slapped over phone)

Mom : “ Toh aap kuch bhi bol doge” (so you will say anything)

Vicky: “jo aap sunna chaho” (whatever you command)

I could not imagine my Mom talking so frankly and in such manner with a man about 10 -12years younger to her.  Still there was nothing sinister. It was all fun and banter.  May be sinister in may age bracket but may not be elders’ group.

After cracking a few more normal jokes Vicky ended the talk and reminded her that he will come to their house to go shopping. Mom agreed.

As the phone ended Mom was in a good mood.  

Vicky Bhaiya, Mom and I, all were waiting for the Wednesday albeit for different reasons.

I had called my tutor to tell that I would not come owing to tuitions.  Deep down I wanted to follow them to understand what wast the real story.

At about 3.30pm Vicky Bhaiya knocked at the door and a chirpy Mom opened it.  Vicky Bhaiya spoke with me in a very normal manner. There was no irritation whatsoever in seeing me there.  

Mom offered tea which he gladly accepted.  At about 4pm he asked mom to get ready to go. Mom also told me that they were going for her shopping for the marriage in the family due in first week of December.  What could I have said.  Shopping with Mom is never an experience that I look forward to.  She takes ages to select and then you are expected to wait for eternity for the ordeal to get over. May be, a typical woman thing to do.

They had decided to go to South Extension market to do the shopping. It is a very up market area in South Delhi and houses all the famous brands.  South Extension or South-Ex as we call in Delhi was about 7-8 kms from our residence.  Far to go on a bus but not that far if you can go on a cycle. Much less in automobile.

At about 4.25pm mom came out of her room ready to go with Vicky Bhaiya.  She made some entrance even he could not help giving a long second look to her.  She was wearing a sleeveless Churidaar suit with the kameez showing ample cleavage and the sem-transparent cloth giving unobstructive view of her brassiere to anyone who cared to give a look.  The chunni was also light and even when it was covering the covted bossom it was showing more than it could hide.  Had to admit mom had some assets but this Churidaar had accentutated them beyond belief.  Chiding myself for thinking about my mom, I shook my head. As she moved around, there was another chance for chiding myself as I could not help but look at her posterior. Her creamy white silky smooth skin of her back was on a generous display owing the deep cuts of the kameez.  The long slits at the base of the kameez and a tight salwaar was giving a great view of her supple things and toned calfs.  Even within the confines of the whitle cloth they were looking quite nice.  

What was happening to me? I chided myself again.

At 4.30pm they left in our good old Maruti 800 as Vicky bhaiya was dropped in the office cab.  Vicky was driving the car.  I was very good at cycling and could ride at a fair clip for some distance.  As soon as they left, I picked up my gear transmission cycle and followed them.  Thanks to the traffic and the benefit of knowing the short cuts where only a cycle can venture within the colony I was not much far behind them.  It was only when they hit the Ring Road near the Hyatt Regency did they sped up.  Now there is not cut at Hyatt Regency crossing, earlier a Red Light used to allow the movement to right to got towards Safdurjung Hospital, South Ex.

I was at the Hyatt Crossing and they were at the next crossing near the Bhikaji Cama Place.  Fortunately as my light turned green and I moved ahead, they also moved ahead and I could cross the next light before it turned back red. They were ahead but not very far.  The love of cycling was now helping me to spy on my own mom.  I don’t know why I was doing it but could not help myself.

They reached South-Ex much ahead of me and thanks to the Parking Chaos I could see them at some distance.  I parked my cycle at a place, locked it and the Sherlock Holmes or desi Karamchand was following them.

Finally they were able to park the car and move to one of the big multi storeyed store specializing in the women and kids wear.  As they moved in, I too followed them, the ground floor was dedicated to office wear and casual wear and kidswear with the first floor for  sarees, suits, lehengas etc and the top one being for night and undergarments.  The top also had something for kids as well.

They moved to the first floor.  As they climbed stairs, I thought I saw Vicky’s hand on Mom’s lower back.  Not on ass globes but close. Mom did not say anything to him.

I too followed them but stopped since they were sitting at a place which was very difficult for them to avoid seeing me climbing up.  I decided to wait outside. Getting caught at this place was very risky.  I went out of the shop and stood near my bike gorging on ice-creams etc. The wait was getting longer and unbearable.

From here the story in atuthors’ words (Vicky as in 3rd person)

The store Vicky had chosen had a very special reason. Remember Ruchi of the store which had helped him to get Bhatti’s Maami had moved to this one in a supervisory position.  A few days back Vicky had happened to meet Ruchi as his mother had to do some shopping for his sister.  There he had seen her but in presence of his mother he did not show as if he knew her.   Though he was able to get her number and maintain contact.  She had developed into a much fuller woman.

Hence Vicky took Bhawna there.

Ruchi’s face lightened up on seeing Vicky and could make out that the lady would spend big resulting in better commissions for her and also if possible, she could have some sexual fun with Vicky at a later stage.  She had not forgotten his capacity to make love.  He was by far the best she had ever had.  The sexual urge in her made her forget that she was now a married lady.  

Bhawna was not sure what to take.  The marriage was in Chandigarh and all her relatives would be present there.  The programme was to go there for 5 days and attend the pre-wedding function, marriage and the reception hosted by grooms side the day after.  So all in all a long list.

The problem was that unlike Maami’s time, they did not have a much secluded spot to themselves.  Here a few other customers were present as it was festival time and a lot of shopping happens in October/November period.  Still Vicky convinced her to buy designer Sarres with deep cut blouses, one with doris, other with strings behind the neck and a few other suits to expose more than to conceal.  Deep down Bhawna liked his tastes but was always saying it would be too risqué.

In all, they had 2 decent sarees, 2 decent suits, 3 exposing sarees and 3 exposing suits.  They then moved upstairs in the nightwear section.  Since it was also for kids, still they did not have any privacy.  He mentioned it to Ruchi also.  She had smiled at his predicament, leading him to pinch her bottom.

As they came out, Ruchi ensured that one of the service boys carried some of the items to their car.  The remaining ones were to be delivered at their place after some work on them.

It was already dark by then and Rahul was fed up waiting outside.  When he saw them out he let a sigh of relief.

Vicky had in the meantime called his parents to say he will be late.  It was normal for them to get his latecoming call and hence no doubts.

They went to Bengali Sweets and had something to eat.  After about half an hour of enjoying the delights of the sweet shop they came out and went for their car.  Rahul and in the meanwhile taken off towards his house as he wanted to reach early.

Rahul was still thinking what he had seen. There was nothing much to pin point.

He kept the cycle at home and now had changed to clothes for home and came out after locking the door to show he was just waiting for them eagerly.  Bhawna had another key to home, hence it was not an issue. There was a very big park about 50mtrs from their house. During the night time some rowdy elements used to come from the Munirka Village and drink heavily and take drugs. Munirka Village rowdies had a reputation and hence nobody messed with them. Though Munirka was about a couple of kilomteres from there, however it was still there preferred place owing to nice chicks coming there due to proximity to Vasant Vihar, South Campus and JNU.

It was on the far side of the park from where Rahul was standing that he saw a car stopping.  In front of the car a few rowdies stood and he could see them saying something indecent to the lady in the car. As he rushed towards the car, he could see his mother and Vicky getting involved and suddenly the fight started between Vicky and the other 3.  Those guys were actually trying to act funny with Bhawna and he was there as her protector.  Vicky was very strong and never afraid to fight if the cause was just.  Within no time he had hit the rowdies’ ring leader with a few punches on the face that disoriented him. With the leader of the pack out of the way, he attacked the two. One mistake they made was that one of them went to hold Bhawna and pressed her melons from behind. Vicky was strong enough for the remaining two and hence the battle was won.

Seeing the commotion, a few more people from the colony joined in and thought it was a great opportunity to teach the rowdies a lesson and they gave them a thrashing of the lifetime. Such was the fury of the swelling crowd that gathered that a few more ruffians who were smoking drugs away to glory were also taken to task.  In all this mellee, Vicky drove to Rahul’s house.  Vicky parked the car and they went in.  Rahul wanted to kick himself.  He doubted his mother and Vicky Bhaiya who had saved their honour.  

Thinking this he went to his room and cried in the solitude.

Bhawna was still shaking from the incident. Vicky moved forward and embraced her.  She felt so reassured in his strong arms.  He did not move his hands on her inviting back but held her in embrace.  She started to cry, Vicky said a couple of times to her reassuringly “main hoon naa” (I am there).

As Rahul stopped crying he moved back to see his mother hugging Vicky and he was consoling her.  Earlier he would have hit the ceiling on seeing his mother in arms of another man but held himself back since he knew the background of the embrace.  It was a non-sexual act and he approached Vicky Bhaiya and said “Thank you Bhaiya”

Seeing him there, his mother disengaged but the movement away was not like being caught red handed but a genuine movement.  Rahul went to the kitchen to get water for his mother.  After drinking the water, she thanked Vicky.

Bhawna : “Thanks Vicky”

Vicky : “Chhodo na” (leave it)

Bhawna : “Aaj tu naa hota toh pata nahin kya hota” (what would have happened if you weren’t here)

Vicky :”kuch naa hota, aap shopping karne na jaate aur yeh gunde na milte” (you wouldn’t have gone out and faced these rowdies)

He then addressed Rahul “Inse daro mat – bhid jaao” (don’t be afraid – take them on)  Rahul was impressed with the motivational words.

Vicky “achha main chalta hoon”  (ok I will leave)  “ghar mein kahe doonga ki raaste mein aap mil gaye thhey aur gundon se ladai ho gayi” (will tell at home that met you on way and then had fight with the rowdies)

Bhawna smiled and so did Rahul.

Bhawna again said “thanks”

Vicky used his favourite line “sukha sukha thanks nahin chalega” (no dry thanks)

“Toh geela kaise karoon” (how do I make it wet) she enquired smilingly.

‘Woh bhi bata doonga” (will let you know)

Then he left after bidding byes to mother-son duo.

He went home and explained them what had happened. How he had got down early with a friend to have some tea-coffee at Vasant Vihar and on the way back he met Bhawna and he walked her home and the scene with the rowdies.  Just then Bhawna called and thanked his parents over phone for Vicky’s timely and manly help in saving her. She too repeated a similar story.  His parents were very proud of him.

The next day he called her up.

After some small talk he started.

“Kya haal hain” he said, a general inquiry.

“theek hai” (ok) she replied

“Arrey, main toh aapke chahane waalon ke haal pooch raha tha, becharey free mein hee pit gaye” ( I was inquiring about your lovers, unnecessarily hit them)

“toh ab aapko mere se zyaada unki chinta hai” (so you are concerned about them more than me) said she in a mock anger tone.

“arrey unka kusoor nahin thaa – aap lag hee itni achhi rahi theen” (not their fault – you looked gorgeous) he started pressing the buttons.

She smiled and said “toh phir peeta kyon” (then why did you beat them up)

“Mere maal pe line maar rahe thhey” (they were flirting with my girl) he said it deliberately to raise the stakes and see the reaction as well.

“Tumhara Maal??” (your girl) she said.

“Haan – aap mere saath hee toh thhey – koi bhi dekh ke yahi kaheta ki ladke kya tota piece ke saath hai” (yes – you were with me – anyone would have said that the guy is with a hot babe) he furthered the stake raising process.

This time he touched the right chord “toh ab se main aapka maal ban gayin hoon” (so I am your babe from now on) she said in mock anger

“yeh question hai ya statement” (is it a question or a statement)  he said, playing with her.

“Question hai toh kya aur statement hai toh kya” (what if question and if a statement) she asked and realized what was coming.

“Question hai toh answer is yes and if it is a statement then I am honoured”

She smiled at his audacity and choice of words.

He continued “toh private conversations mein main apne maal ko darling, jaanu, janeman kahe sakta hoon”

She giggled.

He said “thanks jaanu”

No response from her meant acceptance.

It was far more than he would have bargained for and after few more minutes of conversation, he ended the call.

The next day he did not call deliberately.

He got a call on Friday from Bhawna.  Rahul was at home only and when his mother thought he was sleeping she called Vicky.  Unknown to her, Rahul had got up to pee and wanted to call his friend and had picked up the phone at the time she was making the call.  There was some disturbance in the line for a few seconds, usual thing, so Bhawna could not realize in the middle of the conversation that someone had picked the parallel line. He was about to put the phone down when the word “Jaanu” stopped him in his tracks.

“Hello”

“Hello” said Vicky

“Main Bhawna bol rahi hoon” (its me Bhawna)

“Apni jaaneman ki awaaz main pahechanta hoon” (I recognize voice of my beloved) he said making her giggle.

“main tumhaari jaaneman kab se hui” (when did I become your beloved) she said

“parson toh mera maal ban hee gayin thee” (day before you agreed to be my gal) he said

“nahin toh” (no) she said giggling.

He said “achha toh main baat nahin karta – ab jaanu, darling bologe tabhi baat hogi” (OK I will not talk – only when you call me a darling)  

She laughed and said “ok baba”

“No baba – jaanu, darling, jaaneman” he said

She said “ok jaanu – ab khush” (happy I called you darling)

This was the time Rahul had picked up the phone and his face had become pale.  He got hooked on the conversation.  

Now the story in Rahul’s words

“jaanu” ringed in my ears.

She was giggling.  I put a hand on the mouthpiece of the phone receiver and continued listening the conversations.  

“khush abhi ke liye – par mujhe khush karne ke aur bhi tareeke hain” (happy for the time being – there are other ways of making me happy) said Vicky

“oye naughty” said mom

“you love naughty guys” said Vicky

She laughed aloud again.

“achha ek joke sunaaun” (should I tell a joke) he asked

“poochh kyon rahe ho” (why are u asking0

“thoda non-veg hai – bachhon ke liye nahin hai”  (it’s a non veg joke – not for kids) he said

“tumhe main bachchi lagti hoon” (do I look like a kid to you) she asked

“bachchi toh nahin – maal zaroor lagti ho jaaneman” (not a kid but a babe darling) he said.

The darlings and equivalent were getting very frequent now.  Vicky was getting frank with mom who too was enjoying it.

The joke was not crass one but had very strong sexual undertones.  

Mom laughed and he too joined.

They continued with their talk indulging in a lot of sexual banter.  The last part of the conversation was the most interesting bit for me.

‘Vicky kapde aa gaye” (clothes have come) mom said meaning from the shop

“Oho – maine miss kar diya aapko bagair kapdon mein dekhne ka chance” (oh I missed the chance to see you nude) Vicky said.

“matlab” (meaning) mom inquired.

“you said kapde aa gaye – matlab usse pahele you were without clothes” Vicky said. Must admit he had way with words.

“oye” mom said – again in mock anger.

Vicky continued “kapde toh le liye par ek demo toh banta hai” (you have bought clothes but should have a demo atleast)

Mom paused to think for sometime.

Vicky continued pressing buttons “expert opinon bhi milega – I have an eye for detail”

I thought Mom will kick him but then she agreed.  

“Kal aa jaana – evening at 6.  Rahul” (come tomorrow – at 6pm) mom said.

Vicky smiled.

I could not imagine Mom talking in such a manner.

She may have reasoned with herself what would come out of him seeing her doing a bit of fashion parade for him.  It was what she needed to spice her life.

Next morning I announced that I have to go at 5.30pm for a movie and will be back late.  That was music to Mom’s ears. She didn’t know that I too wanted to see her.  Off late she had become more MILF than Mom to me.

I had starting longing for the sessions when she would sweep the floor at times, since the lovely cleavage and a large part of divine melons would be on display.  I wanted to push her on the bed and screw her ass in doggie style. I had started loving her charms in Churidar. Earlier I used to laugh at her on wearing such a tight suit and now I thank my stars that she didn’t.

Mom was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez during the day.  Vicky called her about lunchtime when she told him of my movement.  Why did she do that was not understood.  Perhaps she too wanted him.

I could not pick the parallel line since I was in her line of sight. The talks were normal, she laughed a bit, did not call her a Jaanu but think she heard a lot of it.

She hummed a few tunes after the call.

At about 520pm I started getting ready and by 5.30 I stepped out of the house.  Took an elaborate route to show my Mom in the balcony that I am truly leaving.

By 5.40pm, I started moving back at double speed to use the servant stairs as I had unlocked them enough to enter the house and then one of the small store with a door with a few holes which would help me keep an eye on the whole house.  The rooms were such located that I could see most of the drawing room, the two bedrooms from the store.  The store door could not be bolted since the door did not have any latch.  Quietly I moved in as I was sure, mom would be in her bedroom, I tip toed and took my position.

After a couple of minutes, mom came out.  I never knew mom had one of such risqué dresses. It was a salwaar kameez designed to reveal than conceal.  Her charms were there for all to see.  I wished she was not my mom then.  She was too hot to be called a mom at that time.  Sleeveless red kameez with a very deep frontal cut to show cleavage and quite tight to push up the boobs together and upwards to show a lot of bossom.  The salwaar was pretty tight and the slits on the side of kameez showed supple thighs in full glory, though clad in salwaar.  The hair were tied up in a French knot showing a lot of her creamy back owing to the deep cut of her kameez.  A few strands of loose hair across her face gave her a sultry look.

Her ass looked too good to be true as the kameez encased the posteriors orbs of glory very nicely.  They looked big, round and firm and very inviting.  The make up was light and done to accentuate the creamy skin.

I could not imagine that it was my mom I was thinking about.

Rahul what are you doing – I admonished myself only to look back again at her and lust after the beautiful curvy mom.

At about 5.55pm the doorbell rang.

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My chirpy mom went to open the door and found Vicky standing at the entrance, as expected. He complimented (my guess) and they laughed after mom said thanks. 

 

He was using the words Jaanu, Darling, jaaneman very frequenly and was not averse to his choice of words. They stood near the entrance for some time, I could not see them directly but hear them clearly.

 

“Vicky us din ke liye thanks” (thanks for the other day)

 

“phir sookha thanks” he said (again dry thanks)

 

“Geela kaise karoon” (how to make it wet) she asked.

 

“Bata doonga – for starters start calling me jaanu, jaaneman, darling”

 

She laughed and said “anything else darling”

 

Vicky said “2nd part – remove the Chunni – don’t hide your assets – I have come for inspection – you know” 

 

She said “oye”

 

“toh jaaun” he said (should I go)

 

“Ok jaanu” she surrendered and put her chunni on one of the chairs nearby.

 

“That’s like my sexy jaanu” he said with a lot of emphasis on my and sexy

 

Mom didn’t say anything but smiled.  She thought it was moving much faster than she anticipated or much further than she bargained for.

 

They were still standing nearby and had moved to a position where I could see & hear them clearly.

 

“Yeh geela thanks kab tak chalega” (how long will demands of wet thankyou continue) she asked.

 

“jab tak aap chaaho” (as long as you want) he replied.

 

Mom smiled and kep quiet as she knew that Vicky was aware that she was a partner in this game.

 

They then spoke a bit more and moved to the room.  Vicky was sitting with mom on the sofa and they were talking very freely.

 

Mom again broached the topic of girl friends.

 

Vicky replied very cleverly “Girl friend ke baare mein toh bata diya, par jaanu joh sunne mein aapko interest woh bahuton ke saath kiya hai jaaneman” (told you about the girl friend but darling I have done with a lot of them what you are interested in knowing – that was sex)

 

Mom had been caught and she was still defiant “tu hee bata main kya poochna chahati hoon” (you tell what I was going to ask)

 

“Toh jaanu sun hee lo ki maine bahut ladkiyon aur auntiyon ki pyaas mitaai hai” (I have quenched the thirst of many girls and aunties) Vicky said

 

Mom had nowhere to go as the import of the sentence hit her like a tonne of bricks.

 

Without using bad words he was hitting her with sexually loaded sentences.  He was unashamedly eyeing the cleavage and then coming very close to her many times.  There would be hardly a couple of centimeters difference between their lips on a few occasions.  They were talking in low tones hence I could not make out.  Mom was getting nervous by the second.

 

Then suddenly he laughed aloud and said “Mere baare mein toh sab pooch liya – apne aashikon ke baare mein toh batao” (you have asked everything about me – tell about yourself)

 

Mom felt relaxed as the tone increased and said “kya bataaon” (what to tell)

He said “Jaaneman tum maal ho – bahut ladkon ne try maara hoga” (darling you are a babe – many guys would have tried their luck)

 

Mom blushed and replied “koi nahin thaa” (there was none)

 

Vicky was not going to leave this opportunity “darling aap kahe rahe ho ki itne tota maal pe kisi ne haath nahin saaf kiye” (darling you are telling me that none did with you)

 

She blushed and said “main chai banane jaa rahi hoon” (I am going to prepare some tea)

 

Vicky got up and followed her to the kitchen.

 

The kitchen was in line of sight.  I only had to move a bit to adjust the line. 

 

As she put the vessel on the stove, Vicky put her hands on Mom’s shoulders.  She shuddered but did not ask him to remove the hands. Vicky was in no mood to oblige anyways.

 

Rubbing his hands on the exposed shoulders and upper arms he said “Batao toh sahi Kalia jee se pahele kisne is makhmal pe haath ragde thhey” (before Mr Kalia who else had felt this velvet)

 

Mom shook her shoulders a bit to dissuade him but he was firm in his approach.

 

“Batao naa – atleast koi ek toh hoga jisne aapko kiss kiya hoga, boobs dabaye honge, ass dabai hogi” (tell – must be atleast one who would have kissed you, pressed boobs & ass)

 

Must admit Vicky was persistent.

 

Mom kept quiet for a few seconds and then said “chal pahele chai peete hain” (lets have tea first)

 

Vicky said ok and they had tea back in the room.

 

He told her a few non-veg jokes which she readily lapped up.

 

By now Vicky had his arm across Mom’s shoulder and he was rubbing it in a slow motion while talking. I could see them but now the talks had come down to low tones with Mom shaking her head in negative a couple of times and then smiling at others.  I could not hear them but could make out that Vicky was saying something naughty about Mom’s melons seeing the way she was responding to him. 

 

Even though there was nobody else in the house still they were talking in whispers.  For them I was not there.  It continued for over 10-15 minutes.  Vicky did not remove his arm from her shoulder and she was enjoying the attention being showered.  She has been used to a lot of attention but perhaps remained confined within the norms owing to Dad.  Now Dad being overseas and a young dashing man to shower attention she felt like a young college going girl being sought after a boy.  Boy was my Cock Hard!!

 

Very gradually Vicky planted a soft kiss on her cheek.  She looked at him and said loud enough for me to hear “yeh kya thaa” (what was this)

 

“Next part of wet thank you” pat came the measured reply.

She was defenceless.

 

He then changed the track and said “fashion parade nahin karni kya” (don’t you want to do the fashion parade – meaning try the dresses)

 

She was caught off-guard and before she could say anything else on the kiss, she had to agree since she had called him for that purpose only.

 

First was the turn of the decent saarees. They were high end heavy duty saarees meant for heavy official functions only.  Nothing much to write home about but the blouses, on sleevless and the other just an inch over the shoulder giving a good view of her creamy skin.  They were very nicely cut to show back skin. Looked to be high end saarees.  Nothing much happened apart from Vicky coming close to her on a few occasions and a lot of non-veg jokes and sexual banter with liberal use of Jaanu, Darling, Jaaneman from both the sides. The kiss on the cheek seemed to have been forgotten or taken in stride or liked very much.

 

Mom wanted to wear and show the two decent suits but Vicky was not much interested. He got a call from someone and he had to leave after 10 minutes.  Just then as he announced that he will have to leave, our phone rang and Mom went to pick it up. Mom was wearing the sleeveless blouse, the pallu was slightly off place and showed a bit of melon.  It was a call from one of her cousins.  I could not see them directly but could see them thanks to the mirror reflections.  She was talking away to glory when Vicky approached and kept his hands on her shoulders. 

 

Mom continued talking but there was a perceptible change in the breathing pattern.  Her heavy melons were moving up & down in a protruded motion.  Vicky knew she could not                                      do anything at that stage and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.  She froze and did not utter a word to the point that the under end person had to ask her a couple of times if she was there.  Mom was dazed.  Vicky was getting brazen by the second.

 

Another round of assault on her nape and this time he put his hand on the right breast and pressed it gently leaving Mom gasping.

 

Before she could say anything he planted a soft kiss on the other side of the neck said something and left for the day. 

 

I had cummed multiple times in the store itself. 

 

Vicky had left both the Mom and son gasping but for different reasons.

 

As she went to the washroom, I tiptoed outside from the same route and went to the park and wanted to cry.  I could not, tears refused to drop.  The tool was still hard with memories of my mother with Vicky.  I could see she was on the verge of cheating as Vicky in one go had become the man of the house. He had protected Mom and took care of my studies as well.

 

Verge of cheating may not be the correct phrase but on verge of surrendering to Vicky.

 

Back to the author version

 

The next day was a Sunday she was expecting Vicky’s call. He did not call till the evening.

 

Bhawna was getting frustrated.  Unknown to her, Rahul was also getting frustrated by seeing her Mom in new light.  She had become a hot woman from Mom and he was finding it difficult to erase the last evening’s images from his mind.  He wanted Vicky to call her Mom, come to their home and screw his mom to glory.  All the notions of good, bad have been erased to the point that he wanted to see the hot lady naked and his only chance was Vicky doing it for him.

 

Bhawna was walking in the house looking quite occupied.   More than the audacity of the youngster of kissing the nape of her neck or pressing her boob, which a few of them had done in the buses as well, accidently, she was more concerned or inquisitive about the impact size of his tool when he was massaging her boob.  It was big and strong.  It was far bigger than anything she had felt or taken.  She had her share of flings but this was something special when felt on her bottom.

 

One part of her did not want “wet” the thankyou futher but the other wanted to “drench” the thankyou completely.

 

The sexual urges not being fulfilled due to husband not being there and also that Bhawna was high on sexual yearning quotient.

 

The sexual urges made her call Vicky on his cell. Fortunately he was alone at home at that point of time. 

 

Rahul too was at home and he picked up the call. He had correctly guessed that his mom would call Vicky.  Vicky not calling her had further perturbed her to the point of calling him herself.  She was in heat.

 

“Hello Vicky” Vicky started the conversation.

 

“Haanji kya haal” (how are you) she said.

 

“badiya – aap batao” (fine – you tell) he responded.

 

After rounds of pleasantraries which were very boring and irritating for Rahul she came to the point.  The lady was taking initiative.

 

“Vicky – tune baaki dresses toh dekhi nahin” (you didn’t see the remaining dresses)

 

“OK” curt reply from Vicky

 

“kab aayega” (when will you come)

 

“call karta hoon” (will call) he and Rahul both knew that she was now his for the taking.

 

“tere opinion chahiye – shaadi mein jaane se pahele” (need your opinion before going for marriage) she reasoned.

 

“Tarson – Wednesday – meri telecon hai, jaldi aa jaaunga – 3 baje aa jaaunga” (Wednesday, I have a telecon, will come early, reach your home by 3pm)

 

It made the mother son duo happy for same yet different reasons.

 

Vicky wanted to end the call ensuring his domination over her.

“Abhi thankyou poora geela nahin hua hai – still sookha” (The thank you is still dry, not wet completely) he said.

 

“daba..” (pressed…) she became silent before she could complete pressing of boobs.

 

Vicky smiled and said “jaaneman, poora geela hoga toh tumhe bahut mazaa aayega” (darling, you will enjoy, when you are completely drenched in thankyou)

 

She kept quiet.

 

He continued “bahut see auntiyon / bandiyon ke certificates hain” (I have certificates from a lot of girls and aunties)

 

She immediately said “kis cheez ke” (for what) and regretted her hurry.

 

“Satisfaction ke” he replied calmly.

 

She got the import of the meaning the it hit her like anything.  The boy had the audacity to tell her that he would screw her and she would enjoy it no end.

 

He said “phir Wednesday ko aaun” (should I come on Wednesday)

 

She could only manage a mere hmmm.

 

Rahul kept the receiver down and did not know how to react.  His mom was inviting a youngster with a blanket permission to screw to glory.  He was waiting for the Wednesday but little did he know that his mother and Vicky were talking on phone on Monday and Tuesday for hours together and the conversation had become very raunchy and naughty.

 

Vicky went to his office for a very early morning telecon at 7am.  The telecon continued till 2pm and he left after taking lunch.

 

At the other end, Rahul had announced to her mom that he will be going to a friend’s place for his birthday directly from college and he would be back only by 8.30pm at the earliest.  It was music to her ears and seeing her reaction the kid too got happy.  He had made his arrangements for the special screening.

 

He reached his home and entered from the rear stairs. When he was sure that his mom was in bathroom, he moved inside using his time tested tricks of opening that door and went to take position inside the door. He had made arrangements by keeping packet of biscuits and water bottles with him. Something told him that he was there in for a long haul that day.

 

At about 2.50pm, his mother came out from the room.  Rahul saw the huge tent in his trousers.  Boy was she looking hot.

 

From here onwards, in Rahul’s words

 

Mom was looking even better than Saturday. Today she knew what was coming. She was anticipating and perhaps even waiting for it.  Today the cleavage was a bit longer, chunni was no where to be seen.  The sleeveless kurta showed more of her shoulders or was it my imagination.  The cuts both the sides were far deeper than usual.  The kurta stuck like second skin.  I was finding very difficult to locate her bra under the kurta. Either it was not there at all or it was the thin lacy type variety.  The hair were still in the knot variety with a few loose strands giving the luscious effect if any more was needed.

 

How badly I wished that day that she was not my mom, for I wanted to lust after her, wanted to see her naked and wanted to see her in bed.

Right on time Vicky arrived. He pressed the doorbell and a chirpy mom went to open it.  They were standing near the entrance, not in my line of sight, and talking in hushed tones.  Suddenly there was a silence for a few seconds and then mom came to view with Vicky close by her side.  His hand was just a couple of inches above her ass globes and as they were entering the drawing room it went down by a few inches to land squarely on her well rounded orbs. 

 

Mom looked at him only to be met by “you are my darling” comment signifying his complete control and ownership over mom.

 

They went to the room, could see them talking cheek to cheek but in hushed tones. Could not make out what they were saying.  But Vicky did plant a couple soft ones on her cheeks.

 

Before it could go out of hand, which she wanted to, Mom got up to announce that she will prepare tea in the kitchen. Vicky too followed her.

 

Vicky was towering mom by quite a few inches, had placed his hands on her naked shoulders and the hands started their journey southwards on naked arms.  Mom was not reacting to his touches in the sense of rebutting him. Her body was reacting in the sense that it wanted more of him.  The ass moved a bit back, involuntarily, and mom became stiff.  She was not the usual quick mover in the kitchen but stuck in one pose.  As she was about to pour milk in the vessel, Vicky placed his palm on one boob and said “mujhe taaza doodh pasand hai” (I like fresh milk.

 

She could not say anything but only closed her eyes and let out a “mmm” in response.  That was music to all set of ears at home that day.

 

Vicky disengaged leaving the mom-son duo wanting more from him.

 

They had their tea near the dining table and talked away to glory.  Vicky had kept his arm across mom’s shoulder as if he owned her and he continued the non-veg jokes. Mom was enjoying them to the hilt.

 

She then asked her to do the job he had come to do. 

 

He smiled and said “woh bhi karoonga – pahele saariyan toh pahen ke dikhaao” (will do that also – but first show the saaris)

 

He then instructed “neeche petticoat mat pahenna” (don’t wear the petticoat underneath)

 

Vicky went back to the drawing room.  From here I could see where he was sitting.  After about 15 minutes Mom came out of the room.

 

It was a pink coloured saare with some embroidery work done.  Quite transparent.  Sleeveless blouse with deep back and front.  Blouse had a very thin strip of cloth but had quite a few doris running on the back.  The melons did everything to come out of it.  It seemed that there was no bra since could not see any bra straps.  Very light make up done.  Hair loosely tied in a bun.  Boy was she looking something.  As she went away from me, I could see the shape of her lush posterior and supple thighs.  Definitely there was no petticoat.

 

She went and stood in front of Vicky.

 

Vicky went near her, observed her from very close quarters.  I am sure she would have felt his breath on her skin. She was still and even I could see goose pimples on her creamy skin.  Vicky was making her expect and want him to make the moves. He was holding it back for some grand entrance.  Though it was tied a couple of inches below the navel, he still asked her to tie the next one further down only to be met by an obedient yes.

 

He looked at her posterior and mentioned that the ass has come out well in petticoat less saaree and definitely someone at the function would attack her ass.

 

The talks were getting dirtier.

 

Mom was enjoying it.

 

For the full 5 minutes, she wanted her to touch but Vicky was always hair’s breadth away from her.

 

He then asked her to wear the next one.

 

She came out after 5-7 minutes only. No change in hairstyle or makeup.

 

This was more scandalous than the previous one.  The sleeveless blouse only had 2-3 strings to hold the strips of cloth.  The saree was transparent was a stylish print in blue.  The front showed a lot of cleavage.  The blouse was quite small as well. Much too small for a well endowed lady like her.  The pallu was not tied to the shoulder and was falling aside far too often.  As it fell down, Vicky looked at the divine cleavage and Mom buried her head in his torso not able to face her. 

 

Very easily he put his hands on her naked back and let them roam from neck to inches over ass globes. She was not moving and Vicky’s hands were covering every inch of her back.  Then the hands got tired of roaming and rested on the gorgeous mounds of ass globes.  He pressed her mounds to the delight of all present in the house, two in the open and one in hiding.  The pressure on the mounds had increased to the point of his fingers parting the globes by diving in the ass crack.

 

She let out a moan “mmmm”

 

Vicky said “jaaneman itne se hee mmmm ho gayi – jab asli attack hoga – tab kya” (darling you are moaning with fingers only – what will happen with the real thing)

 

She moaned further and Vicky kissed her exposed shoulders.  She was enjoying it a lot but then like a bolt from the blue, Vicky asked her to show the final dress. 

 

That dress was inspired from Mrs Kapoor’s dress of Sheetal’s birthday. 

 

She took special care to wear the scarlet red with shades of black transparent saree.  The hair were now in a French knot rather than the usual bun.  Earlier she was wearing a very small underneath skirt but now it went off and a string was tied to her waist to hold the saree in place.  The string was tied quite low and it showed about 5 inches worth of skin below the navel.  She for the final time saw herself in the mirror and came out.

 

I could not believe what I was seeing – I had run out of adjectives to explain her beauty.  Mom was wearing a backless halter blouse with two thin strings tied her slender neck and the two thin strings running on her back. The blouse cloth strained to cover the much desireable melons of mom and could not cover front fully and nothingon the sides.  It was scandalous. If mom was wearing that thing without security cover of papa, I am sure she would be screwed everytime and always.

 

Vicky liked what he saw.  He licked his lips in anticipation, Mom perhaps licked hers.  She had her back towards me and I could see the gorgeous ass mounds of hers. Boy what would anyone not give to screw those luscious mounds.  Vicky opened his arms to hold her in an embrace and she too perhaps was ready to melt into him.

 

Just then as luck would have it, the phone rang.  Both came out of their dream sequence.

 

She hurriedly picked up the phone and started talking. It was Dad on the other side.

 

Vicky saw an opportunity and moved behind her.  He started raining kisses on her shoulder and nape of the neck and the hands moved to press the boobs gently.

 

Suddenly mom’s breathing became heavier and bossom movement became protruded.  She was now getting aroused.  He voice was becoming laboured.

 

I guess dad asked something to the same effect from the other side only to be met by a “kuchh nahin hua” (nothing much has happened). 

 

Vicky was continuing the assault on her.  She pushed him back a bit. He did.

 

But then Vicky returned.  This time he started removing the saaree.  It was not pinned anywhere so off it went from the shoulders within a second and came down to the waist level within no time.

 

We had a cordless phone and hence he turned around mom to remove layer and layer of her saaree tied to the string.  She was talking and turning.  She was now more comfortable talking with dad with Vicky working his way on her.   Vicky too was quite comfortable becoming the Dushasan in removing the Saaree the only difference was this Draupadi was more than willing to get naked. 

 

The only person uncomfortable in the house was me hiding in the store and seeing Vicky unwrap my mom for his pleasure.

 

My cock was like a granite stone now.  I had removed my trousers and undies to not to mess them up.  I had already cummed once and was ready for many more for the day.  I never thought I could be that hard.  It was so hard that it was hurting now.  I was thinking that it would explode now.

 

What was only a couple of minutes or so seemed liked ages to me.  Layer by layer the transparent piece of cloth was going away bringing to light the shape of two supple luscious thighs of a lascivious lady for her drooling son inside the closet and her lover unwrapping her.  She just froze for a second and then continued talking to Dad.

 

As the final layer of saaree came off her, it brought to view the magnificient legs. My first focus was on her ass globes covered in a lacy red panty and a string just at the band of the panty to hold the saaree folds in place.

 

The ass was big and very well rounded.  Seemed to be firm as well since there was not any flab there.  The creamy white thighs were so inviting that I just wanted to come out of the store and lick them. 

 

Here it was, I Rahul hiding in the closet to see my mom make love to a young chap, salivating at the prospect of seeing her in buff.

 

Vicky went back and sat on the sofa for a minute admiring the sight before him.  Here she was the lovely beauty Bhawna talking on the phone in nothing more than a lacy red panty, a string tied across the waist and an ultra small bra less blouse.  Vicky and saw the light from the verandah hitting the back of Bhawna and dispersing in all sides to give her a halo look.  Vicky loved the light and shadow show on display by Bhawna.  She was now well into it. She turned around continuing talking.

 

I saw mom turning towards me, boy did I want to lick that inches of cleavage, suck those gigantic mammaries tied up in that flimsiest of sexy blouses.  A look down below gave me an indication of her having shaved her pubic hair. Since it was first time that I was seeing that crotch hence cannot say if it was done for today or was it a practice.

 

One phrase was hitting me now “safai kar lee” (have you cleaned) Vicky had asked Mom when he entered.  At that time I did not think much of it.

 

May be or may be not.  I was not sure.

 

Anyways, I left it at that and continued drooling over my own semi naked mother.  She was still talking to Dad.  Vicky had in the meanwhile come to embrace her from behind leading to startle mom. 

 

Vicky was in his birthday suit. 

 

Mom turned around first looked up and then down.

 

Dad was saying something and mom was responding only with “mmmm” continuing looking down.  Vicky turned her around for my benefit and attacked her from behind.

 

One movement and the knot behind her neck was unfastened and the top fell from the boobs tied only with a string holding the remains of the blouse behind her back.  The sight was heavenly.  Two creamy white melons with brown nipples, made to suck and mauled.

 

Second by second her tone on the phone was now getting incoherent with a lot of “hmms” “yees” and similar words.  Now it was getting difficult for her to hold herself back.

 

One more movement and off went the blouse compeletly.  It fell on the ground.  Mom’s one hand was still holding onto something.  Could not make out though I was quite sure it was his tool.  Vicky had started his familiar assault on nape and boobs this caused her to kneel on her knees and be on the verandah floor about 8 feet from her son in the closet.   She was not able to talk to her husband now.

 

He was still attacking her from behind.  Finally she was able to disconnect the telephone line and connect with her lover.  Now I could see what she was holding in her hand. It was his mammoth tool.  She turned around to face him only to meet his passionate kisses. 

 

Vicky was an expert in kissing and he kissed her very nicely. Lower lip meeting upper lip then lower lip, upper lip following the same.  The male tongue meeting the femal tongue and pushing it in further and licking of her lips again and again.  It was magical.

 

He then got a bit down and licked her cleavage. 

 

Suddenly he got up only to bring the mattress of a single bed in drawing room.

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He spread it on the floor.  Mom and son were now naked, one in the closet and other one outside in the verandah.  She was resting on her ass now with elbows supporting her posture.  He lunged for her crotch and bit her pussy lips over the flimsy material.  The licks on her inner thigh were making her crazy.  Lick by lick he was wettening the creamy white silky thighs of the damsel. 

 

She was holding herself back from shouting in ecstacy with some serious effort. 

 

Now he stopped and pulled down her panty inch by inch making life difficult for someone in the store room. 

 

I had cummed multiple times by then.

 

He then saw the pussy lips and smiled.

 

“Acchha kiya jo meri baat maan li” (good you obeyed me) said Vicky.

 

“Maanti kaise nahin, thankyou geela nahin karna thaa kya” (why wouldn’t have I obeyed as I had to wetten the thankyou.) mom replied.

 

That meant mom and Vicky were indulging in such talk earlier.

 

And then it happened.  Vicky got mom to be on her fours and started to fuck her doggy style with his tool penetrating her pussy from behind.  She was squealing in anticipation. It was a sight worth waiting for.  Mom was giglling as Vicky was positioning his tool at the entrance of the pussy. He did not go for the anal but for fucking pussy from behind.  Her pussy was wet, dripping with juices in anticipation of the intruding monster.

 

The pussy was wet and Inch by inch the monster went in. 

 

It was the biggest – it seemed – that the mom had taken in.  She was squealing and moaning in joy.  I was doing my silent moans inside the cupboard.

 

Strange feeling for a kid to see his mom fucked by a youngster who was supposed to teach him.

 

The monster was moving in and out causing a lot of pleasurable pain to my mom who was being fucked liked never before.  My own tool had ran dry and did not have enough in its tank to erupt.  I had cummed over 5-6times that day. Her hair were moving in all directions, the eyes were filled with lust and half open, the mouth was open with tongue lick her lips every now & then.  Her boobies were bouncing all around with Vicky holding them every now and then in his hands and mauling them.

 

Vicky was still continuing pumping her even after good 15 minutes.  She had shrieked a couple of times in between indicating her orgasm.  As she was cumming she tried to stop Vicky but he continued the assault with little regard for my mother.

 

I hate to say but I had stopped becoming her son a few days back and now she was one hot lady only.

 

At the time of second cumming, her legs shivered a lot and she yelled aloud not caring if anyone would listen. She was the bitch in the heat and loved her doggy style.  She had tired out but he hadn’t. The monster didn’t stop for a second and drilling continued unabated and then finally he came by the litres. Mom was not worried about him cumming inside. She loved the warm love fluid.

 

Before he could finish he turned her around like a doll and spread some semen on her mammaries.  Her boobs shone like orbs polished in wax.  He put his tool between the two polished orbs and started rubbing them on his tool.  The soft big boobies were doing magic to him and torture to me.  Mom was enjoying it to the hilt.  The non penetrative fucking of boobs was much beyond she had bargained for.  It was the first time that she was doing, it seemed to me since she was far overjoyed and excited as having found a new use for a tool.

 

Vicky was sitting on top of her with his knees on either side of her and mauled her boobs on his tool and moved it up and down. The knob of his mammoth tool was hitting mom’s chin. She was squealing in ecstacy. She was more used to the tool hitting deep inside rather than high outside.  It went on for a few minutes making me cum again and again within the store. Never thought, I could produce so much of semen.

 

Suddenly mom started shaking her head and rubbing her thighs together, Vicky continued tormenting her during the impending orgasm. And then she had it.  She swayed the head, tried to get up only to be restrained by Vicky, shook her legs vigorously.

 

The sexy lady on the floor was my mom alas and the one on top of her was my supposed teacher Vicky.

 

I moved back and sat on one of the old stools in the store – could not see outside but heared the moaning sounds outside.  After about 10-12 minutes I could not hold myself back and got up to see again and had the sight of mom.  She was on all fours with ass looking up with a huge cock parked inside with frontal simple harmonic motion of the stomach.  He was hitting her deep inside her ass and hitting her hard.  He was also mauling her boobs with one hand and the other one was holding her hair like riding a horse. The posture was of total domination by Vicky.  They were using filthy language very freely now.

 

“Meri raand mazaa aa raha hai” (whore – enoying yourself) said Vicky.

 

She replied with hmmmmm in affirmative.

 

“Zor se bol” (say loudly) he thundered.

 

“haan mazaa aa raha hai” (yes I am enjoying) she said a bit louder this time.

 

“kya mazaa de raha hai” (what is giving you pleasure) he questioned.

 

“Tu” (you) came the response

 

“Main ya mere body part” (me or my body parts) he said.

 

“parts” she murmered

 

“which one”

 

She nodded her head but did not say anything.

 

“bol” (speak up) he forcefully said.

 

“tera” (yours) she said meekly

 

“tera kya” (your what)

 

“penis”

 

I was stunned.

 

“hindi mein bol” (say in hindi) he ordered

 

“Tera Lund” she said very loudly.

 

Vicky had a smile and I was stunned to hear the word Lund from the lady in heat.

 

“itna bada kisi ka liya hai” (have you ever taken this big)

 

She nodded her head in negative.

 

He again raised the stakes by asking loudly

 

She was now on point of no return and screamed “tera lund sabse bada hai kamine” (rascal yours is the biggest penis).

 

Her screams and shaking of head could not hide one fact that she had cummed then

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He still continued the strokes and hitting her hard and deep.  So deep that the lady on the floor didn’t know such contact points existed.  Such was the ferocity of the attacks that she was feeling being ripped apart. Such was the passion on display that she was feeling ‘desired’ by someone.  The monotonous nature of married life had taken the spark out of Bhawna.  It was great being felt so passionately by someone, hardly mattered the male was much younger than the female. Her body had taken over and she was yearning for the touches.  The male knew how and where to touch, how much to touch and how long to touch. He showed his expertise with the way he handled her.  His bites on her neck, licking her skin and the way he made her wanted was getting too much for her to handle. Her fuse had gone off and she was on point of no return. 

 

Vicky was not letting off his attacks.  The continued pounding she was receiving from him was just not ending.  It was like wave and wave of attack hitting her deep inside her love castle.  She was in the other world when she felt warm semen filling her.  She too was on verge of yet another powerful orgasm while she was getting filled in with warm semen.

 

I just could not see it anymore and sat on the stool.

 

Rahul could not believe his eyes on his mother’s adulterous and wanton slutty behaviour and also the fact that he too was enjoying seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul just lost track of time and so did the lovers in front of him.  After and hour or so more of love making, Vicky got up, went to washroom, washed his face, wore his clothes and left.  Rahul saw his mom still on the bedroom carpet, sleeping like a kid and in her birthday suit. It was as if the participants and audience had enough for the day and were tired.  As Vicky left, Rahul came out of his hideout, locked the main door from inside and then left from the alternate exit just like he had entered and went to the park.

 

He just could not get out the images of his mother and Vicky and was crying aloud. 

 

He then quietened down, not knowing what to do. Vicky hadn’t bangd his mother, she was a willing participant. She had her needs, Vicky was there to service her.  What to say, even he himself was lecherous enough to make plans to see his mom getting screwed. He did nothing to stop it or let them know that he doubted it.  The worst was he enjoyed seeing her mother with another man and his tool testified against him. That is, it too got very hard seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul looked up and kept quiet.  Picked himself up and went back home.

 

Was welcomed in by his mother in slightly better state than he had left her. She had washed her face, was dressed, disshevelled saree, disshevelled hair.  He knew what happened but still asked “kya hua” (what happened0

 

She replied “so rahi thee” (was sleeping)

 

He replied ok but wanted to say “I know with whom you are sleeping around”

 

From then on – Rahul became James Bond and tracked her mom’s fuckfest.  She went out very often with Vicky and he had realized it was more for sex rather than any emotional support. This arrangement suited both since there was no scene of any commitment from either side.  He saw her giving him a blow job in an open park, he saw them making out in their car, he saw them making out on open terrace, fonding each other in cinema hall and his house furniture, walls etc were witnesses to a fuckfest never seen before.

 

Vicky’s huge hose pipe coupled with his stamina had made him a formidable lover. The best she had ever experienced.  This had ensured that Rahul was able to see her mom in all stages of nudity on many occasions.  Suddenly it had stopped hurting that much.  He consoled himself based on the site seeing opportunities being made available to him.

 

Vicky and Rahul’s mother never bothered whether he knew about them or not. She was beyond that stage and also in her eyes he was too young to cause any trouble.

 

Here I stop with this session and move on to the next one.

[koolme98]

Fabulous, Fantastic .... This is the best one can hope to read online. The way author has described the events are mind blowing and keeps the readers always on the edge.



Thanks again Vinman for sharing.  

[Dreamer0410]

Fabulous, Fantastic .... This is the best one can hope to read online. The way author has described the events are mind blowing and keeps the readers always on the edge.



Thanks again Vinman for sharing.  

Thanks Koolme and let it finish here, I remember my promise to you

[Raj Ranjith]

Great story

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Paramjeet was now a regular visitor to Honey’s PG room. Both the mother daughter were at his disposal at regular intervals.  Over a period of time he had taken liberty with one in presence of other.  Since it was known to both what he was doing with them individually hence none created a scene.

 

Will touch this story of Paramjeet, Honey, Vicky and his friend in tandem with the story going to unfold.

 

After about 5 months he first started with Rahul’s mother a new girl joined his office.  It was about March 2002 that she joined his office.  Dusky colour, 5.6” height, good sized boobs, mid back length hair, decent features.  The only thing extraordinary in her was her ass.  Boy was it big.  Since the girl was not fat in general and hence the waist to hips ratio was something to behold.  She would wear tops and trousers.  The tight trouser packed the ass globes compactly allowing ass to look more tight and protrude outwards. 

 

Vicky looked at her once and coined a term for her – MVG (Maha Vishal Gand) (Very Large Ass)

 

Her name was Namita.  She had joined some research team of the office. 

 

Suddenly the term MVG was well used by the male members of the office and even some of Vicky’s close female friends knew about MVG.  They hated the attention MVG was getting despite them being far more attractive than her but had to admit that the boys have a penchant for big boobs and bigger asses and had to hand it to her since she had the biggest one in the office.  The slimmer waist (comparatively) made the ass look that much more appealing.

 

As luck would have it by June 2002 her research team was to work with Vicky’s team to conduct some sort of Internal Systems study. Vicky was leading that overall group.

 

Within a few days, they started talking with each other a lot more.  She liked his sense of humour, jovial nature, professionally attitude and humane touch.  She liked his physique too.  He liked her ass, nature etc came much later.

 

On one particular Saturday Vicky and MVG were in the office. Saturday being a weekly off, only these two had turned up to finalise a few slides for some presentation on Monday.  She was wearing a haulter top showing off her shoulders and capris trying valiantly to hide her ass.  But hiding her ass is no mean task. Salwaar Kameez can manage to hide a bit but no way for a Capris or a Trouser.

 

After working for about 3-4 hours they ordered pizzas from Pizza Hut and had it for lunch.

 

By now they had developed comfort level with each other to the level of cracking slightly non-veg jokes and engaged in nice banter.

 

MVG asked him “Vicky teri koi girlfriend hai” (do you have a girlfriend)

 

Vicky said “nahin” (no)

 

She was surprised and said “maan hee nahin sakti” (I cannot believe it)

 

“kyon” (why) came reply from him.

 

She was at loss of words to tell him why.  He was handsome, smart, well educated, high salary, great sense of humour. He had it all going for him.

 

He knew that she was at loss for words and hence continued “bata na – kyon nahin maan sakti” (tell – why you cannot believe)

 

She managed to say “aajkal ke zamaane mein toh hoti hai” (in today’s world one has)

 

“toh tere boyfriend ka kya naam hai” (so whats the name of your boyfriend) pat came the query

 

She was tongue tied – he had her cornered.

 

Vicky then told her about the Smita story in great detail including his way of getting back at her in a building in Dwarka.  He was stressing on the juicier parts and could make out MVG enjoying but trying to hide it.

 

“Mera toh sab pooch liya – apne boyfriend ke kisse toh batao” (you asked everything about me – tell about your boyfriend) he implored

 

“Arrey nahin hai” (no boyfriend) she said trying to sidetrack the issue.

 

“Abhi toh bada gyaan de rahi thee ki is zamaane mein bf /gf hoti hain” (a short while earlier you were preaching that everyone one has a bf/gf in this day age) he continued the torture.

 

“yaar you are hot” (you are hot) he continued tormenting her “ladke line lagake peeche khade hotey honge” (guys must be queueing behind you)

 

“itni sundar nahin hoon” (I am not that beautiful) she said shyly

 

“Maine aage nahin, peeche khade hone ki baat kari thee” (I said they would be lined up behind you) he chuckled with an obvious reference to her big ass.

 

“haan wohi…”  (yes…) she paused in mid response and it hit her what he was hinting at.

 

She just could not say anything and he was smiling triumphantly.  She knew she had a big ass, guys have rubbed past it so many times, she had felt a few crotches on her ass while traveling or in crowded areas.  Her last boyfriend had got intimidated seeing her ass and his own tool size. 

 

The continued working for some more time and she saw Vicky eyeing her big ass. MVG looked at his crotch and it looked promising to her.

 

During their talks she told him that she lived alone in Delhi with her family being in Madhya Pradesh and that her parents visited her once in two months or so.  She belonged to a rich familiy and hence had taken a 1 bedroom rental accommodation in good area of Delhi and there was no need to share a PG accommodation or share rental house as case with many other girls in the city.

 

One other day, they were discussing work outs when she told him how she had started going to a gym for exercises.  He was not the one to miss out on an opportunity and asked her about the routine she was doing. She said thighs and was about to say butt but then used hips instead.

 

He deliberately looked at her thighs and butt and said “they look in order to me” and smiled.

 

She could not help but smile since he had a way of using words making the other person defenceless.

 

Like this they were getting close. 

 

It was in July 2002 that their team decided to go for a movie.  Shah Rukh Khan’s Devdas was released. Vicky was not much inclined since he felt that Dilip Kumar’s Devdas was any day better and the trailers of new Devdas had firmed up his conviction further. Trailers of dance of Aishwarya and Madhuri Dixit (Paro and Chandramukhi) had convinced him that the story of original novel Devdas was bangd and mutulated beyond belief. In real novel Paro & Chandramukhi never meet.

 

Anyways always a team man that he was, Vicky decided to go with the team and it helped him a lot.

 

Public was mad about Shah Rukh Khan and there was a lot of rush at the Cinema Hall.  The entry was narrowed down due to some maintenance work. This increased the rush and Vicky was right behind MVG. There was a lot of pushing which resulted in pressing of his crotch on her ample ass.  He was wearing a cotton trouser which meant that the ass would have felt less cloth thickness between the cock and ass globes.  Also, MVG was wearing a light trouser outlining her luscious ass. Vicky had reasoned that she was enjoying the touches on her ass globes.  He held her by the shoulders so as to guide her and kept on rubbing his python on her ass. She was enjoying the touch and could guess that the tool was much larger than her previous boyfriend’s.

 

At one point of time while entering, Vicky thought there was ample space for her to move ahead but she deliberately waited for Vicky to maintain the contact.  As they entered the hall they disengaged.  As they were last to enter in their group, they entered their row the last and got the final two seats.  They sat next to each other but nothing major happened apart from their arms touching each other. 

 

At the time of interval, since they were at the corner and nearest to the snacks counter, they were the ones who volunteered to get the refreshments.  Here too the ass and cock were in contact for quite some time.  In garb of moving here and there, both Vicky and MVG took turns to rub cock and ass, respectively, against each other. From reflections in one of the glasses at the counter he could make out a smile on her face while the rubbing was on.

 

They came back with hands full of refreshments.  The group had it to their hearts content.

 

During the second half of the movie, the arms “innocently” rubbed against each other.  The movie ended and they moved towards the exit. This time they were not behind each other. She longingly looked back but he was much behind.  He concluded she was his for the taking now. 

 

Meanwhile, two lovely mother daughter duo of Paramjeet & Honey continued loving him and being loved. Paramjeet would often visit her daughter and get fucked by Vicky to her heart’s content.

 

One day Vicky had gone to the market with Paramjeet to buy somethings.  At the clothes shop Vikas (remember his friend from Lajpat Nagar, whose friend Charmane alias Sherry was fucked at his Noida house. Vicky also had then fucked Sherry’s mother Julie) saw the two and concluded that Paramjeet was one of the conquests of Vicky. Paramjeet was looking gorgeous with quite revealing suit she was wearing.  Vicky was holding her by the shoulder as his keep / mistress which was not far from the reality. 

 

Vikas met and they exchanged pleasantaries. 

 

On the way back she told Vicky “tera dost mujhe ghoor raha thaa” (he was eyeing me)

 

“Meri jaan tu hai hee aisee cheez” (my darling you are made for that) saying this Vicky took her to one of the secluded routes and made her suck his cock.

 

Vicky was quite sure in his mind that Vikas would ask for his pound of flesh since he had let me have Charmaine and her mother. Of the mother daughter duo of Paramjeet and Honey, Vicky was more inclined to let him enjoy much used Paramjeet rather than giving away Honey to taste.

 

As expected, the next morning he got a call from Vikas.

 

“Hi Vicky – Vikas bol raha hoon” (hi Vicky this is Vikas this side)

 

“Hi Vikas – kya haal” (hi Vikas – how are you) said Vicky

 

After such usual pleasantaries for some time Vikas moved to the real content.

 

“Vicky – kal woh maal kaun thee” (who was the hot one yesterday)

 

“Paramjeet” Vicky replied

 

“Kaun” (who) vikas asked

 

“Yaar yaad nahin tujhe bataya tha ki meri paheli posting par neighbour ki maa beti combination ki leta thaa” (remember I told you of mom-daugther duo during the first posting) Vicky said

 

“Achcha” (ok) vikas replied and then asked “yaar delhi mein kaise” (howcome she is here)

 

Vicky didn’t want to tell him about Honey being here so said “koi rishtedaar raheta hai aas paas – wahan aati hai – mujh se bhi chud leti hai” (some relative stays here in delhi – comes there often – also gets fucked by me)

 

Both the young men smiled.

 

Vicky started “Tujhe leni hai iski” (you want to fuck her0

 

Vikas said “neki aur poochh pooch”

 

“Chal kuchh karta hoon” (will do something) he replied.

 

That weekend while fucking brains out of Paramjeet Vicky asked her if she had been screwing around with young fellows unknown to him.

 

Paramjeet blushed at the thought.

 

Vicky said “kitno se chud gayi hai” (how many have fucked you)

 

She said “hain thode se” (a few)

 

“kitne se thode hain” (how many in few) he implored

 

 

“3-4”

 

He was not buying that figure and estimated the figure to be more towards 7-8 atleast.

 

“tujhe naye naye laudon ka chaska lag gaya hai” (you have taken to new cocks)

 

She smiled.

 

“ek aur naye laude ka swaad legi” (would you taste one new cock)

 

She smiled and said “kaun hai” (who is that)

 

“Mera friend hai Vikas – us din dukaan mein mila thaa” (my friend Vikas – met him at the shop)

 

Paramjeet remembered Vikas who was a handsome young man himself and shyly agreed. Vicky briefed her on not telling him about Honey and that she comes here to her relatives only.

 

He called up Vikas there and then and gave him the good news and even made the duo talk. She talked like a young nubile girl and told him that she would be there in a fortnight’s time and they agreed to meet.

 

In office the opportunities for Namita and Vicky to get closer were increasing as the project was progressing. Also post the movie, they had come a bit close and were sharing a lot with each other.

 

Once she had again brought topic of his girlfriends to which he had told her that though there is no one girlfriend but there are enough to take care of his needs.  This had made her smile and firstly she disbelieved him but confidence on his face made her give in and she changed the topic.  Vicky knew he had impressed her.

 

One day she was bending forward and wearing a very tightish trouser accentuating her ample posterior. It was hard to be missed and Vicky was looking at it. She saw him eyeing her huge ass and decided give him a show and then catch him on the wrong foot.  She bent further forward and pushed up her ass further upwards.  Vicky was enjoying the view bigtime.  As if she was searching from the drawer she moved her ass sideways and forward back movement.  Vicky was hard as a rock. 

 

When she thought she had cornered Vicky – she said “Vicky kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you staring) in a stern voice.  She thought Vicky would say sorry etc.

 

He very plainly answered “tumhe pata hai main kya dekh raha hoon – it is too prominent to be missed” (you know what I am staring)

 

Since she was not expecting this bold answer, Namita didn’t know how to react.  Vicky smiled and left the room. 

 

The next evening was a Friday evening and he asked her if they could go out somewhere.

 

She was very pleasantly surprised at the turn of events and immediately said yes.

 

He went back home – changed into something casual – told his parents that they have a party of office colleagues and may be late.  Since it was pretty usual for this to happen, his parents didn’t mind.

 

He left in his car to pick up the MVG – Namita.

 

As per his habit, he reached her residence right on time.  She too was ready to go out with him.  Though it was August 2002, she came out wearing light jacket over her skirt and a top.  Shook hands and he gave her the gift he had bought for her, a box of chocolates. She loved it.

 

She asked her where to go – he offered her to take the lead.  She said lets go to a Disco.  Though Vicky was never interested to go to a Disc but that day he decided to go along since rush of Disc would provide ample opportunities to touch her ample ass. They parked the car in the parking area and left for the disc. In the car, she left her jacket and Vicky could make out the reason for doing so. She was wearing a black halter top exposing a lot of shoulder and back.  The skirt was of cream colour and the contours of the famous posterior could be seen from some distance, may be from moon too.

 

Vicky noticed that every pair of eyes of a straight man adjusted his cock after focusing on her ass even for a few seconds and there she was, ready to enjoy his proximity.  After having a couple of soft drinks they hit the dance floor.  The music beats were fast and they were maintaining some distance while dancing. Nothing apart from the fact, you don’t dance in much proximity on a fast beat. They were working up quite a sweat. He was a good dancer and so was she considering her generous curves.  Her boobs were a handful themselves and were juggling nicely as that day they were not under the confines of a bra.

 

They moved to the bar to have another round of soft drinks and some water and came back to dance. After some time the music turned slow with both dancing in close proximity.  Firstly he held her in the conventional position of one arm on her waist and other holding her other arm with her hand on his shoulder.  They danced slowly for a few minutes and saw around to find that they were the only ones dancing in such formal manner.  He then took his hand and rested it on her waist just above her huge hips and she put her arms around his neck.  Vicky being tall meant that she had to come a bit closer to him to encircle his neck.  Her boobs hit his torso and during movements it would rub.

 

After an initial hesitation, both were comfortable with Vicky’s hands moving southwards. MVG had sensed it but did not object.  The hands reached the coveted desitnation.  And true to the name coined by him, the ass was seriously big.  They kept on moving in slow motion and enjoyed each other’s company, body, presence, touches.

 

She knew where it will lead but wanted him to take the steps.

 

He knew where it will lead and was ready to take the steps.

 

Not many had approached her in the manner he had due to the size of her ass.  Only a very well endowed chap could have enjoyed her in doggy style. The regular sized ones were no match.  Definitely he was one with large sized one.

 

He cupped her ass for their eyes to meet and give silent approval. Her look was of a reluctant partner bordering on “No” but he was an expert to read these signals and looks. He cupped it again and a bit harder this time. This time she tried to indicate No but with less conviction.  Vicky cupped the ass again and let the hands cover every square inch of the huge ass.  Before she could say anything, he turned her around and held her from behind with his arms across her front, just below her good sized boobs. Though her boobs were 36c but her huge ass made them look “only good sized” in comparison.  They were still dancing to the slow music.  His cock again made contact with the much desired globes and was 60-70% awake causing her to feel the python very nicely on her ass.  She too was in the mood and rubbed her ass hard on his tool.  He was not going to let the opportunity go and kissed her exposed shoulders.  She moved back in to him.  He kissed her nape further and rubbed his tool more.  A response of equal measure from her was forthcoming in form of harder rub on tool and leaning back into him.  He pushed up his hands to press the boobs. Everyone in the disc was now focussed on them. All those who were dancing with them, had stopped in their tracks focusing on erotica in front.  She had her eyes closed but he had his opened. He was seeing what was going around but wanted to show others that the sexy bombshell was his for the taking and hence continued with the erotica. 

 

He cupped one boob completely and rubbed nipple with his thumb to be met by approval moans.  He played with nipples, she produced the moaning sounds.  He rubbed her thighs and softly pressed her pussy only to be met by a louder moan. 

 

After a couple of minutes of extensive foreplay on disc floor – which was like eternity for those around.  MVG opened her eyes dreamily.  But to her horror she saw everyone eyeing her. 

 

She turned back and looked at Vicky.  He said “lets go.”

 

She nodded and both left immediately leaving behind a gasping audience.

 

He took her to a nearby restaurant which had great lakeside view. She was impressed by his choice.  At first she was not able to see him in eye but then as the evening progressed was quite comfortable. Since it was an upmarket restaurant, she had not bothered to put her jacket on. She actually wanted not to put anything on and wanted to go ahead and get fucked big time.  The feel of his tool on her ass was keeping her mind busy.  He could sense her discomfort and still indulged her in small talk.

 

Vicky : “Namita everyone was eyeing us at the Disc today”\

 

Namita : hmmmm

 

Vicky “soch raha hoon ki they were eyeing you and I was just an accessory”

 

Namita smiled

 

Vicky : “Aur soch raha hoon ki they were eyeing your assets” (deliberately he spoke Assets in a manner that it sounded Ass – set)

 

Namita smiled mischievously…

 

Namita “you dance well Vicky”

 

“Haan slow waala zyaada achha karta hoon, ladkiyan yahi kaheti hain” (yes, girls say that I do the slow one better)

 

She never thought that he will respond like that.

 

He was smart.

 

They were waiting for the order to come – Vicky looked at her matter of factly and asked “Tumhare Ghar Chalen – Khana pack karwa lete hain” (lets go your home and take the food packed)

 

She thought for a moment – a yes meant that she was ready to be fucked.  She didn’t know what to say but then thought that why not enjoy life and said “ok”

 

Those two alphabets opened a lot of avenues for both of them.  He smiled and called the waiter and got the food packed.  “Chal aaj tere ghar pe dinner karte hain” (lets have dinner at your home)

 

Both left.

 

He drove to her house and waited in the car, she looked at him quizzically and said “andar nahin aana kya” (don’t you want to come in)

 

“Sirf dinner ka mood hai kya” (are you in mood for dinner only) he looked at her and winked.

 

By now she was ready to be his and said “kisne kaha” (who said that) and winked.

 

He smiled and parked the car and followed her.

 

She wanted to change – he stopped her. 

 

“Don’t change – your are looking hot” She smiled at his comment.

 

They finished the dinner first and then after clearing the table she played on the soft music. It was a slow dance number.

 

He smiled and turned her around to directly rub his crotch over her ample ass.

Within a few seconds he was rubbing his tool on her ass, hands were massaging boobs and he was licking her earlobe. It was erotica at it best. Since there was no audience, hence both were now into it with MVG rubbing her ass very hard on his very very hard tool and feeling the size and girth.

 

The lights in the room were dim and were adding to the atmosphere.

 

He was now licking her back and playing with her nipples.

 

Her eyes were closed and she was at point of no return.

 

He turned her face towards him and licked her right cheek.

 

This was much beyond she had thought.  She could feel her pussy getting wet by the second.

 

She wanted to turn around and kiss him hard, but he did not let her do it.  The much wanted ass was meant to be enjoyed in every way.

 

He bent down and kissed her ass over her skirt.

 

Within no time, he opened the hooks of her skirt and helped it to touch the floor.

 

She was on way back from her trance that he said something in her ear “gaand degi” (will you give me your ass)

 

Before she could open her mouth, he forced her making her bend forward and hold the table for support. He ripped open her panty and his mammoth tool was there at the entrance of the most coveted ass in office. She did not expect such a move. She was hoping for a long foreplay followed by doggy style fuck.

 

As he was about to push it in – he waited. Pulled her back up and removed her top.

 

He moved back.  Removed his trousers fully and other garments and both stood in their respective birthday suits.

 

She was looking at him with a big question mark

 

He smiled and said “Teri gaand ne paagal kar rakkha hai – pahele socha ki teri gaand le loon – phir socha  ki you deserved a better love making, isliye ruk gaya” (I am madly in love with your ass and wanted to take it at first opportunity, then thought you deserved better love making and hence I stopped)

 

He came forward and engaged in a French kiss with his hands roaming on her ass.

 

She too had one hand behind his neck and the other was holding his tool.  It was way way way bigger than her previous boyfriend.

 

There was a lot of foreplay (not detailing for want of repetition) but at one point he picked some butter cubes from the fridge and rubbed on her ass hole and ass. She was enjoying all the touches and rubs and looked at him regarding the rubbing of butter on her ass.

 

He said smilingly “Butter Chicken toh dhaabe mein bante hain – main Butter Gaand bana raha hoon’ (Restaurants make the dish of Butter Chicken, I am making Butter Ass)

 

She laughed hysterically and said “phir butter gaand khaaoge” (will you eat it Butter Ass)

 

A very strong yes followed the question.

 

He rubbed a lot of butter on his tool as well and started pushing his tool in.  The desired MVG was his now.  Stroke by stroke it was going in.

 

Stroke by stroke she was feeling the girth, the size, the competence.

 

He took it as planned, in doggy style with his favourite of riding a horse by holding her hair and bending forward to press her boobs.  (not repeating every move)

 

After quite some time while she was on verge of her third orgasm with his fingers in her pussy helping her with the first two and he on verge of his first.

 

Both came together, he spread his sead on her lush ass liberally and she came like a waterfall the third time.  She fell on the bed and he took time to spread his semen on her ass globes.  The ass globes were shining like a newly waxed item.

 

“Tujhe pata hai tera naam kya rakkha hai” (you know the name we have coined for you ?) he said.

 

She looked at him nodded her head in the negative.

 

“Maha Vishaal Gaand” She laughed like a woman possessed

 

“Aur tera naam main rakkhungi – Maha Vishaal Lund” (And I will coin the name Maha Vishal Lund) she said continuing laughing.

 

Both took their respective coined names as tokens of appreciation to say the least.

 

He called his residence and told his parents that he will be late.

 

“Yahin ruk ja” (stay here) she pleaded.

 

“meri jaan – tu chinta mat kar, ab se tu mera maal hai” (darling you d

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Sorry friends, in a few places deleted some portions in word file and then saved the file too making it irretrievable.

Just realized as I was posting here.

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(Since I had started writing this story in 2009 and a lot of time has elapsed since then, hence fast forwarding the story by a few years, meaning Vicky and all other characters do not age even though calendar years change)

 

It was some time in 2009 that Vicky’s friend Vikas spoke to him about someone known to him in his mass communication classes wanted to explore the option of her getting job in Corporate Communication / Public Relations work in Vicky’s organisation.  Vikas spoke very highly of that girl and on asked if Vikas has done it with her, Vikas responded “haath nahin lagaane deti” (she doesn’t even let touch).

 

Her name was Saba Quereshi.

 

Vikas knew of Vicky’s hold in his organisation and that if he tried, he could get her an interview easily.  He was hoping to nail Saba in return of this big favour.  Only hopes…

 

Vicky saw the CV.  Putting the pic on the CV was a trend followed by some. Vicky saw the pic. Admired it and forwarded the CV to the person concerned in HR.

 

The HR person was very well aware of Vicky judgement and his prowess in bed with first hand experience of both, therefore, Vicky told her that he will meet Saba first and if he found her to be good enough, he will ask them to let the Corporate Communication team head to interview her further alongwith HR.

 

Vicky told Vikas and told him that he would first like to interview Saba and then proceed. He also said that he would be going to office on Saturday and hence Saba could come that day.  It was month of March 2009, Saturday was usually off but he had a telecon to attend with some overseas clients hence he asked Saba to come then.

 

Saba was from media background and was modern in her dress sense with little focus on the formal or informal dress for the interview.

 

The reception guard’s eyes widened when he saw Saba. Usually very few people came on Saturdays to office, it was a very welcome change from seeing the same office staff.

 

Ms Saba Quereshi was tall girl, around 5.6” (tall by Indian standards), big round eyes, lush full lips, nice curvy body, not fat but nice curves in right places, nice silky wavy hair upto mid-back, very fair.  Boobs stood proud on her chest, with ass having a nice roundish look.  The guard, Rawat, was admiring God’s creation in front of him and thanked his stars that it was his turn for the monthly day duty shift.

 

She asked for Vicky, Vinod Rawat wanted to drink in the beauty and hence did not call Vicky at once and said that the extension number is busy.  After about 10 minutes of visual pleasure, he decided to answer the call of duty and dialed Vicky’s number and told him of her arrival.  Vicky told him that he is on a telecon and will call her once he is through, expecting it to end in another 10 minutes or so.  Meanwhile Saba should be asked for tea-coffee.

 

Rawat thanked god again for extension of timings and delivered the message to the beauty.  He asked her for tea/coffee and she settled for a glass of water.  There was she, wearing white linen caprice that was clinging on to her legs, a sleeveless top with thin straps was showcasing her delicate shoulders.  The top was not indecently tight, but tight enough to highlight the curvy property it hid.  All in all a delicious package.

 

Rawat went back to his seat on the reception and continued gazing her.  Since was sitting sideways to him, hence the gazing was not apparent to her.  Meanwhile, Vicky asked Rawat to send the girl.  Like a very polite person, he escorted the girl to the lift, ogling at her ass globs from behind, and pressed the lift button for her.  The lift took her to the 3rd floor.

 

As per directions, she entered a room.  A couple of minutes later Vicky entered and apologized for having made her wait for a few minutes. After exchanging pleasantaries, both settled down, he asked her for tea-coffee, she agreed to go for a cup of Masala Tea. She was surely a Garam Masala herself. She too liked the look of the room, the settings and the interviewer.

 

The masala tea initiated the most basic question - tell me something about yourself.  Saba smiled and like a good media person, habitual to speak, she went on and on.  The key words /phrases that Vicky liked were, she was outgoing, stays in Delhi alone with family in Kashmir, has a younger sister studying in Srinagar and likely to move to Delhi, her go getter attitude and last but not the least her over confidence in debating ability and her penchant for challenging others in several such rounds.

 

Vicky smiled at that because he himself was quite ept in debates and taking on many head-on.  So for fun sake, he started discussing issue of Kashmir and other related issues.  Saba spoke very passionately but just like Page 3 celebrities who loved nonsensical things such “Aman ki Asha.”  Then he understood that she would love to go for full scale media job later in life.  Since the body form before him was pretty attractive he decided to prolong the discussion and then extracted a promise from her for a debate with a high risk wager as a bet.

 

He had in mind what he wanted to do. During the interview Vicky potrayed as if he was average in debates, fuelling Saba’s self confidence through the roof.  After about an hour or so of mutual admiration, the meeting concluded.

 

Vikas later on asked Vicky of his opinion of her, Vicky spoke nicely about her but added a condition that she may not like corporate job and may prefer purely media job. Vikas also questioned him about debates etc.  Vicky smiled and said “ladki ko lagta hai mujhe kuch nahin aata” (she thinks I know nothing)

 

Vikas then told him what Saba had said to him and it very much matched what Vicky had told him. Vicky smiled.

 

“Vikas ek baat bata – isko bahut ghamand hai apni debate karne ki capacity pe” (Vikas tell, is she too proud of her debating skills) Vicky asked.

 

“Haan yaar woh toh hai – lagta hai iske swayamwar mein debate competition hoga” (Yes Buddy – she will have a debate competition to select her husband) he replied.

 

Vicky smiled “shaadi ka toh pata nahin par debate mein shart lagaa ke nangi zaroor kar sakta hoon” (not sure of marriage but in debate can make her nude by raising the stakes)

 

Both laughed.

 

Vicky had her phone number.  He called her. It was a Friday.

“Hi Saba – its Vicky – remember – you had come for the interview”

 

“Oh surely I remember”

 

“Nice to know that beautiful girls remember me” he replied.

 

She laughed.

 

“Saba I had discussed my views with our HR person.  Rest everything is quite good, you are articulate, intelligent, have command over content and presentation, not to mention more than quite presentable and my favourite you don’t shy away from debates. You will be a worthy addition to any organisation and also to ours. But I feel that you are looking at regular Electronic Media job rather than a corporate communication profile. Please tell me if I am wrong in my assessment” Vicky said.

 

She said “Vicky, honestly, my first love would be a Media job”

 

“So it means you agree that you are more than quite presentable” Vicky flirted

 

She laughed again.

 

“Still Saba you can make up your mind on the tenure you may like to commit for this job and then consider moving to Media.” Vicky sounded very reasonable and then added “I can live with watching a more than presentable girl in our office”

 

She laughed again and deep down was impressed with his way with words.

 

“Ok Vicky give me a day or two, will let you know” She said.

 

“Fine” said he and the called ended.

 

It so happened that the next day, Vicky was in Connought Place (now known as stupid Rajiv Chowk) and he met Saba on a shopping spree.  She was carrying three big bags full of god knows what.

 

She was looking a dish that day, as usual for her.  Both pair of eyes met and lit up.  After exchanging pleasantaries and him joking a bit about shopping spree they went to the Café Coffee Day and went to the first floor.

 

Second term government of Manmohan Singh had sworn in a few months ago only and recently Ajmal Kasab, the terrorist, had confessed his role in the Mumbai attack. The newspaper on the table showed his picture and had some headline running pertaining to his confession. She was the ‘media’ person and he was the one ready to debate on any political issue and as it will be normal in such a scenario, the discussion gravitated towards Mumbai attacks, ---c terrorism and then to Kashmir. As it turned to Kashmir, it touched a raw nerve.  She was getting to her combative best.  Vicky seized the moment and had sensed the opportunity before him. 

 

He said “Saba it seems both of us have diametrically opposite views on this one.  How about a full fledged debate involving some stakes”

 

Since he was playing the weak speaker, she was sure of her victory and wanted to rub his nose in dirt. The fact that he was neither from HR nor from corporate communication and had taken her interview had hurt somewhere deep down.  So it was decided that on Sunday they will have an exclusive debating session.

 

Now the venue was an issue. She wanted to do it at her place but her room partner was there and she didn’t want to do it in front of her.  Vicky suggested that he had a vacant house in Dwarka and they could do there.  She thought for a while and then said yes.  This was the same place where Vicky had fucked Heena for the first time. But since then that place had come up well.  Since there were a couple of more years in his father’s retirement, they had not moved from the Government colony of South Delhi. The house was given on rent for about 10 months but their experience with the tenant convinced them not to give it on rent again. 

 

On Sunday morning, he got a call and the venue changed from Dwarka to Amar Colony, near Lajpat Nagar. Her flat mates (she shared a two bedroom flat with two other girls) had decided to go out for a trip to Agra with their office colleagues and would have been back late evening only.  So Saba had it to herself and she felt secure in the environs of her home rather than the opposition’s (Vicky in this case) choice of venue.

 

He was fine with it.  He took his car and went to the anointed place at the agreed time.

 

After exchanging the pleasantaries, he sat down and complimented her on her looks.  She was pleased.

 

“Achcha kiya ki apne ghar bula liya” (good that you called here) said Vicky

 

She looked puzzled.

 

“yaar now I can see the casual Saba”

 

She smiled.

 

Over a cup of tea the discussion moved towards the debate.  She initiated it and he was not the one to let go and continued.

 

The point of debate was Kashmir (as expected) and its issues. 

 

Her contentention was that Kashmiris are suffering and Indian Government is bad etc.

 

His points were very clear.

 

1.   Kashmir problem arose because Nehru was an Idiot and subsequent mishandling of handling Kashmir with Kids gloves.

2.   Vast Majority of population was '. and hence issues.

3.   Kashmiris want to continue with the “Becharahood” syndrome as it gets more money from Indian Government.

4.   Nature of .,

 

She was taken aback by his four point programme. He had not detailed them as yet but they were good enough pointers for her regarding the course of the discussion.

 

Vicky said “since debate will be between us, isliye giving my candid views” (isliye = hence)

 

She was fine with it – as she said.

 

“So Saba – debate mein Gyan ke ilaawa kya milega jeetne waale ko” (what will winner gain apart from knowledge) he asked

 

She pondered and then suddenly said “mera daas banna padega” (you will have to be my servant / slave)

 

He smiled and said “Par ek baat batao kitne dino ke liye” (but tell for how many days)

 

She thought for a minute and said 2 days.

 

OK came the reply.

 

Then came the question from Vicky “Hope the slave game is for both sides” and continued “agar tum hari toh 2 din meri slave – jo man hoga karwaunga aur karunga – I repeat, jo man hoga karunga” (and if you lose, you will be my slave and I will do whatever I wish and I repeat, whatever I wish)

 

Now backing out was not possible for her.  She had to say, yes.

 

So he laid out the rules.  I have given you

 

Round One (Saba) : The discussion started with the usual attack on Indian state and Indians in general and saying how they cheated Kashmiris.  She continued how Nehru promised plebicite, how Abdullah’s governments were dissolved in history etc. how peacefully Kashmiris were living, dilution of article 370.

 

Round One (Vicky) : He was clear and concise in his response. Infact a bit too precise.

 

a.   Kashmirion ko ronay ki aadat padi hai. Compared to Bihar and other backward states, Kashmir gets 10-11 times more aid from Government.  (Kashmiris keep on crying like babies)

b.   Nehru was a big big duffer in taking the issue to UN. He should have first taken back the land that Pakistanis had occupied and then integrated the state without special status. This would have integrated the state with rest of the country.

c.   Why are you so concerned with Plebicite of Kashmiris only? What about those from Jammu and Ladhak region. Do you think they will like to go with Pakistanis.

d.   And as per the UN resolution, the Pakistan Army has to vacate POK and then give it to India and then as per timing of India’s choosing plebicite to be held.

 

Saba was not expecting such a strong attack from him. There was no way, this man of management should have more knowledge than a Kashmiri girl in Media sector.  She was taken aback. 

 

Vicky had a confident half smile.

 

 

Round Two (Saba)

Hindus and '.s lived peacefully as Kashmiris. Kashmiriyat bond is very strong and even Kashmiri hindus want independent Kashmir. She went on and on about Kashmiriat and strong bonds.

 

Round Two (Vicky)

a.   As regards to the peaceful living of Kashmiris, as per Vicky, Kashmiriyat was nothing but a big big hoax and why it resulted in cleansing of Kashmiri Pandits in 1989. 

 

b.   He gave her links and names of the books giving the truth about Kashmiri Pandits staying as refugees.

 

c.   Kashmir is witnessing an ---c wave and hence you have ban on Cinema halls in Kashmir.  The insurgency is part of ---c agenda of Pakistan and other countries of Organisation of ---c Countries.

 

d.   He continued, had so many '.s had to leave their native place in India, there would have been a huge hue & cry calling for secularism.

 

e.   Howcome the land of Great Rishi Kashyap after whom Kashmir was named, has such a large '. population.  He thundered, Kashmiris wanting independence only want to merge with Pakistan because that is an ---c country and nothing else.

 

f.    She had no answer – she had not thought about it at all.

 

 

Round Three (Saba)

a.   Have you seen how much Kashmiris suffer

b.   They do not have industry

c.   Not that many colleges and good educational institutions

d.   Army is all around

e.   And all the regular stuff that comes from a kashmiri

 

 

Round Three (Vicky)

a.   Kashmiris don’t suffer but they show they are suffering.  How are they suffering when every government educational institutions and jobs have reservation for Kashmiris. Same is not extended to people from other Indian states.

b.   Industry is not their in Kashmir because of article 370 which prohibits buying property for other Indian residents. It is because of kashmiris stupidity.  Why should they be allowed to set up business elsewhere.

c.   Army is all around because they are there to save people from terrorists.

d.   He answered every thing she was saying about Kashmiris.

 

He was winning. He knew it. Worse she knew it too.

 

 

Round Four (Vicky)

 

a.   He said the basic problem is in the concept of religions from middle-east where the thought is they are right and others are wrong. '.s call non-'.s as Kafirs.  Why so?

 

b.   He was on fire – he asked a simple question. Why is that wherever you have '.s in majority, other religions do not flourish. He cited examples of Pakistan and Bangladesh with ***** population at start of their independence and now in 2009.

 

c.   On the contrary the '. population as in terms of percentage of total population grew in India.

 

Saba interjected that '.s were so poor in India.

 

Vicky was not letting go of such a golden opportunity.  He continued his statements of Round Four.

 

d.   Congress and other so called secular parties have played with '. stupidity.

 

e.   '.s wanted a separate ---c entity and they have got it.

 

f.    He asked – who went against Shah Bano judgment of Supreme Court of India

 

g.   Why '.s do not want to adopt Uniform Civil Code

 

h.   Why is that history books do not tell the whole truth about ---c invaders and rulers and how temples were destroyed and Hindus were humiliated. 

 

i.     '.s wanted a separte entity and they have no right to crib over lack of growth.

 

Saba was shell shocked.

 

She had got Vicky into a mode when he became unstoppable.  He had done the same during a debate with ---c scholars and part time politicians and had ripped them apart then.  She had no clue of his knowledge depth and was fighting a loosing battle with him.

 

After a few more minutes of Gyaan from Vicky, she gave up and surrendered.

 

Vicky main haar gayi (I have lost) she said crying.

 

More than her losing, her pain was caused by the fact that she had no answers to criticism of ., by Vicky. She felt that her foundations were very very weak.

 

Vicky could sense her discomfort. Came close to her and said take it easy.  He offered his handkerchief to her.

 

She was touched by his action.

 

He then continued “kyonki hinduon mein apni theories ko question karna encourage karte hain isliye we have better answers. ., mein encouragement nahin hot, isliye you are not prepared for questions” (since questioning is encouraged in Hindus, hence we have better answers and it is not encourage in ., therefore you are not prepared)

 

It sounded logical to her. Her foundations had shaken.

 

He got her a glass of water and said “jeeta main hoon aur daas bhi main” (though I won still I am the slave it seemed)

 

She smiled.

 

“jaao tum thoda fresh ho lo” (go and freshen up) he said.

 

After a few minutes she came back looking much fresher.

 

They started talking about a lot of things.

 

He asked her “koi bf hai” (any bf?)

 

She replied in negative.

 

Yeh toh ho nahin sakta ki kisi ne approach na kiya ho, koi pasand nahin aaya kya (it is not possible that nobody approached you. You did not like anyone) he asked

 

She nodded her head and then tried to turn the tables. “tu bata teri gf ka naam” (you tell about your gf)

 

He told her that how he was serious about Smita and how she ditched.

 

Tab se koi dedicated gf nahin hai. Zaroorten poori karne waali bahut hain. (since then no dedicated GF but have enough to satisfy me desires)

 

She did not react but internally smiled.

 

“Chal ab chaai banao yaar” (please prepare tea now) said he

 

“main kyon banaun” (why should I) she said smilingly

 

“Ab yeh bhi batana padega – ek toh main guest hoon doosra kuchh shart bhi lagti thee” (Now I have to tell this also – one I am a guest and secondly we had a bet) Vicky replied

 

As the import of the bet hit her she became silent and looked lost.

 

Vicky looked at her and understood her predicament and to lighten the mood said “yaar guest ke liye hee bana do” (make for guest only)

 

She smiled.

 

Both had tea. 

 

After tea was over, it was odd.  Vicky broke the ice again.

 

“Saba ab shart ka kya Karen” (what do we do with the bet)

 

She had no answer.

[Dreamer0410]

With a few rounds of love making in his Dwarka flat, Saba had become part of his huge harem.  It was seriously a huge harem ranging from aunties, young housewifes, unmarried beauties of all religions, segments, shapes and sizes.  Life was so kind to him. Treachery of Smita was a distant memory now for him. Infact it had helped him to put on an emotional face and get more women for him.  His career was going great guns.

 

Emotional Atyachaar was a new entry to the TV reality shows for him. Although, he liked the concept of checking the loyalty, but was not sure of the truthfulness of the participants. He was not convinced that anyone would come up on TV screen to test his or her beloved. Anyways he liked the concept. Atleast the chicks they used were very hot.

 

He was once discussing this with Saba during the sex sessions saying that if someone as hot as her was to be available, it would be difficult for anyone to control.

 

“Jhoot hee lagta hai” (seems to be false) he said about Emotional Atyachaar (EA)

 

“Aisa nahin hai” (its not like that ) she reasoned.

 

Then she told him that she had a friend who was working in the backend team of EA and that they will be in Delhi in the coming week for shooting a few episodes. 

 

Next morning he got a call from Saba that her friend has arranged for a viewing of an EA episode to be shot in Delhi.  On the said date, he went and met Saba’s friend and sat in a corner just drinking in what all was going there. It was a mad mad rush.

 

He learnt that the lead in that episode was a girl named Aalia Siddiqui.  Since he was there due to some source, he was well taken care.  He was moving towards washroom and saw a drop dead gorgeous girl.  She was very fair, very beautiful, slim but curvy in right places, lush full lips made to be licked and sucked every time and always with big expressive eyes.  The ass was full round and so were the boobs that look bigger than average on her frame.  She was Aalia.

 

He came back to his viewing area and saw the same beauty sitting with the anchor and discussing something before the actual shooting started.  She was with someone who can be best described as a ‘Tapori’ in common parlance or ‘Chutiya’ in slightly cruder parlance.

 

As the story unfolded it came out that the ‘Chutiya’ was her previous boyfriend whom she left for another chap called Zain who was friend of this ‘Chutiya’. Aalia left this Chutiya since Zain told her that Chutiya was cheating her. She believed Zain and left him.

 

Now it was turn of Chutiya to turn tables. Sensing first opportunit, he wanted Aalia to believe that Zain was cheating her and that she should go to EA.  He thought how can both jokers cheat with such a sexy babe next to them.

 

Anyways as the programme unfold it came out that there ‘bait” ( a hot babe to lure Zain) was with him in the premises next door building and getting cosy.  The whole crew with the Cameras, Lights etc moved towards the next building.  Since all were moving, he too was asked to be there and infact be there as a regular visitor to that restaurant.

 

Vicky sat on a table in that restaurant only a few feet away across the opaque glass wall where the ‘bait’ and Zain were having fun with each other.  The idea was to make it look like a natural scene.

 

Suddenly, Aalia, Host of EA, the whole unit and the ‘Chutiya’ confront Zain with the ‘bait’ moving away.  They confront Zain and try to corner him.   ‘Chutiya’ was over excited and tries to become the saviour. Zain slaps him and he goes in a corner.  He starts abusing Zain and says a lot of nonsense.  Zain then moved towards Aalia, who unknowingly had moved to Vicky’s table, and tries to hug her to overpower her. She pushes and shoves but he was strong. She tried to get away, Zain abused her a couple of times, calling her names and in semi scuffle with the Chutiya in the mix, Aalia fell on the sofa next to Vicky. Vicky was a regular guest at the restaurant to give the realistic feel.

 

As Zain moved in to hold Aalia, who did not want him, Vicky just put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

 

“Usko tu nahin pasand – hat jaa’ (she doesn’t like you, go away)

 

Even the anchor of the show got startled, it was too much reality for a reality show but the programme director asked him to let it continue as more spice was added.  Zain could not imagine how he came in between and thinking that he was someone with whom Aalia may have been going around, called her choicest of abuses and came to confront him. Vicky gave him a tight slap and pushed him back.

 

“Aa gaya apni aukat pe haraami” (you have shown your true colours) said Vicky.

 

“Saale iska pilla hai kya’ (Are you her pet dog) Zain said.

 

This question was replied with a host of punches, slaps, kicks and abuses leading Zain to run away. The Chutiya too seeing that his dream beauty may discard him as well, came again to become her knight in shining armour and said something nonsensical to Vicky.

 

Two slaps flat and he was seeing stars in restaurant. Vicky kicked him in his balls and said sorry to Aalia and moved away back to the viewing area.

 

At the conclusion of the programme the Host asked Aalia of the restaurant episode and she said that Chutiya and Zain showed their true colours and she was thankful to the stranger for rescuing her.  Vicky’s chest swelled with pride. This was all the opening in the world he would have required to add to the harem.

 

As the programme shooting ended, the host enquired about Vicky and was told that he was there purely as a guest.  The host wanted to meet him and so did Aalia.

 

The host said “it was more reality than expected”

 

Vicky smiled.

 

Aalia said “Thanks” and was assessing Vicky. He was miles ahead in personality and a strong man. 

 

Host asked “Bhid kyon gaye” (Why did you fight with them)

 

Vicky replied “Koi mood nahin thaa, but the way they were treating Aalia made me to jump in. Hope it did not affect your programme” (was not planned)

 

The host smiled and said “improved the programme.”  All laughed. 

 

Saba’s friend there at EA was to do some post production work.

 

Aalia looked in his eyes and said “Thanks”

 

He looked back in her deep eyes and said “Welcome”

 

She didn’t know what to say.

 

He had it planned.

 

“Aap us gadhe ke saath aayin thee, ab kaise jaaogi.” (you had come with that ass, how will you go back)

 

“Chali jaaungi” (will manage) she replied.

 

“If you don’t mind, may I ask you where you stay and may I take the liberty to drop you at your residence, just in case these two jokers try to act funny” Vicky said.

 

She was impressed with his command over English language. Both Zain and the Chutiya could not complete one sentence in proper English.

 

As it turned out, Aalia stayed in one of the societies about 4-5km away from his house. He insisted that he will drop her.

 

She did not need much insistence.

 

As they went out, he took her in his car. His stocks rose as she came to know of his credentials of being alumnus of DCE and FMS and about his current job. He had a great sense of humour and she was enjoying every bit.

 

At one point he asked “ Agar main aapse mobile number maangu toh doge” (if I ask for your mobile number, will you share)

 

“Aapko kyon chahiye” (why you need) she asked a mock question.

 

“Ab aap jaisee haseena ka number bhi na liya toh laanat hai itni mahnat ka” (If I cannot take a number even then to hell with this effort)

 

She laughed aloud at his comment.

 

The shooting was happening in other part of Delhi and hence it was a long drive back home.  Somewhere near the ridge area in Delhi, which has acres of green area around, both Zain and Chutiya overtook them and made him to stop the car.

 

Both came out. May be they had decided that both of them can take on Vicky and win the girl back.  Raging Harmones were making them take those decisions. 

 

Vicky came out and aske Aalia to stay back in his new Swift.  And told her to dial a number of his friend Manish who had recently joined as an Inspector in Delhi security officer recently, in case more people joined these two jokers.

 

They both had planned something.

 

They confronted him and wanted to fight.

 

Vicky gave a tight kick between legs of Zain and this gave him time to take on the Chutiya.  Some seriously hard punches, kicks had him disoriented and he fell on the side of the road.  Vicky then took liking to Zain and actually threw him in the woods.  He just kept on kicking them, punching them etc. Aalia was worth it. His manliness had got him Sadaf, Bhawna earlier and this time too it will give results.

 

He indicated to Aalia to come out of the car and deflate the tyres of their car.  Meanwhile he kept on fighting with them or rather humiliating them.

 

Such was his fury, that both lay on the ground, he took out his penis and pissed on them.  They just couldn’t do anything.  She saw the act from the distance but could not see the penis. She was shocked seeing his domination on them. Since both had cheated so she was very happy that they were being humiliated. Had she seen the penis size, she would have been very very happy for some other reason.

 

“Naam kya hain tumhare” (what are your names) he thundered

 

Zain said one and the ‘chutiya’ said Aslam in a meek tone.

 

He said aloud then “Agar Aalia ko phir tang kiya toh bhoot bana doonga” (if you try to disturb Aalia again, will beat the living daylights out of you).  He ensured Aalia heard him.

 

He came back and asked her to get the bottle of water from the car and washed his hands. 

 

And the journey back home resumed.

 

“Aapko lagi toh nahin” (hope you didn’t get hurt) asked a concerned Aalia.

 

“Nahin Nahin. Yeh saale na-mard hain” (no no. they are not men enough) he said emphatically.

 

She smiled in agreement.

 

By now the mood was normal.

 

She reached her home and invited Vicky in.  It was a nice house in a good South Delhi society.  As they went in, Vicky found that it was very tastefully decorated. Aalia had a key to her house and opened the lock, meaning there was no one at home.

 

She told him that she stayed with her mother since her father had become a maulvi in Gulf and was staying there with her brother who too became a maulvi. Her elder sister was married and lived in Bangalore. They had good rental income from various properties that they had invested in and hence they were enjoying a good life. Her mom was a creative person and advised people as interior decorator.  Well the tasteful layout of her flat evidenced it.

 

She saw a note stuck to the Fridge mentioning that her mom had to go to Chandigarh for an important client meeting and would be back the next day. It was rare but not unprecedented for her mom to go for such visits.

 

Aalia after seeing the note realized that due to shooting and the mellee afterwords, she forgot to switch on her mobile.  She saw about 10 missed calls from her mom. She called her back immediately and told her about the shooting and missed the juicier part afterwords.

 

She was in an okay mood considering what had transpired that day.  She went to change into something comfortable and came back in a one piece dress upto a couple of inches below her knees. Normal dress, nothing scandalous.

 

She prepared tea for him. 

 

Vicky was also deliberately not raking up her relationships with those jokers.

 

They finished the tea.  She was enjoying his company. He was way way above those two jokers.  She liked him a lot.

 

Just as she was getting happy her mobile phone rang. 

 

It was the chutiya Aslam who called her. The other joker was also there with him on speaker phone.

 

She saw the number and her happiness vanished from her face.

 

Vicky asked her “woh gadhe hain” (is it those asses)

 

She nodded a yes.

 

He indicated her to put them on a speaker phone.

 

Unwillingly she took the call and willingly put it on the speaker mode.

 

Firsly the chutiya started – “Aalu darling, maaf kar de.  Dubara nahin hoga” (forgive, will not repeat)

 

Vicky wrote for her and she read it aloud.

 

“Maafi kis baat ki” (Forgiveness for what)

 

“Wohi jo aaj hua – mere saath Zain bhi hai” (what happened today and I have zain with me)

 

Zain also then continued the rant of forgiveness.

 

She was getting restless and said forcefully “mujhe aaj tumhara asli chehra dikh gaya, dubaara mat tang karna” (have seen your true colours, never bug me again)

 

In desperation they said in unison “woh ladka achha nahin hai, Kafir hai, ***** hai” (he, Vicky in this case, is not a good boy, is a *****)

 

This infuriated her further “tum jaison se bahut better hai” (he is way better than you)

 

Vicky smiled at the positive comparison.

 

To this they responded “ek mauka de do, hum ghar aa jaate hain” (give us one chance, we will come to your house)

 

Now Vicky intervened “tumhara baap yahin baitha hai. Lagta hai is baar moot peene ka dil hai tumhara, pichli baar toh sirf body pe kara thaa, is baar pilaaunga.  Phir batana kaisa laga ***** ka moot” (your dad is here.  Last time I had pissed on your body, this time will make you drink it and then you can tell how you liked the pee of a *****)

 

Suddenly they disconnected the call.

 

Vicky smiled at her. But she was tense.  She had reason to be. Vicky was not there permanently.

 

Vicky smiled again.  He took numbers of those jokers from her, called his security officer inspector friend and asked him to take them to task.

 

She liked his decision making but was still worried and shivering slightly.

 

Vicky put his reassuring arm around her to calm her but she was a bundle of nerves.  She cuddled upto him on the sofa and kept on sobbing slowly. 

 

Vicky kept on saying words to reassure her and once he found that she was a bit okay, proceeded to leave.  She held his arm and said “aaj mat jaao, mujhe dar lag raha hai” (don’t go today, I am scared)

 

Vicky’s parents had gone to Chandigarh to meet his Tayaji and their daughter so he nothing to do at home. Further next day being a weekend meant no need for office rush as well.  He agreed.

 

She was still cuddled up to him.

 

He asked “yeh jokers kaise milay” (how you found those jokers)

 

She then told him how they stayed in previous colony and Aslam’s (chutiya) father knew her father and infact he was the reason that her father became more fundamentalist in his approach and took his son with him to Saudi Arabia. Her mom was a modern independent woman, who decided to keep her daughters away from fundamentalist view of .,.  Since Aslam and Aalia were of the same age group and grew up together, he started visiting them in their new house and a year or so back, she took him as his boy friend. 

Aslam wanted to have sex with her, which she refused, he cheated on her, Zain, common friend, told Aalia, she started liking Zain and when Zain couldn’t get her to bed him, he too cheated and Aslam took opportunity to get even.

 

After telling the story she started crying a lot and said “kya main itni buri hoon” (am I that bad)

 

Vicky kept his hand around her shoulder and reassured her “andhon ko heere aur pathhar ka farak nahin pata hota” (a blind man cannot distinguish between a diamond and a stone)

 

She was still sobbing and cuddled upto him. He was feeling her boobs crushed on his chest.  Though he could understand her situation but he was in no mood to commit. For him she was a fine piece and would have been a great addition to his harem, nothing more and nothing less. But he had to play it carefully.

 

Her low intensity sobbing continued for quite some time and only settled down around 8.00pm. 

 

Vicky looked at his watch and then said “Aalia kuch bahar se manga lete hain’ (lets get dinner from outside)

 

She nodded a yes and did not leave him.

 

Vicky ordered a couple of pizzas from Dominos.

 

He then asked Aalia “fresh ho lo, pizzas aatey honge” (freshen up, pizzas will be delivered soon)

 

In due course the dinner was delivered and they had dinner in silence only disturbed by a few words requesting to pass the sauce, water etc.

 

By 9pm they were free.

 

Again Aalia’s phone rang.

 

Again there were two jokers on the other side.

 

Again same story concluding with Vicky threatening them.

 

Only change she did not sob this time round that much.

 

She called Vicky to her bedroom and both sat on the bed with backrest providing support and were watching TV.

 

“Vicky ek baat poochun” (Vicky may I ask a question)

 

Hmmm was the reply.

 

“Koi girlfriend hain tumhari’ (do you have a girl friend)

 

He nodded in negative.

 

She looked at him quizzically not believing him.

He smiled and then told her all about Smita including the sex part before dumping her.  Such was his story telling technique that she agreed with his actions.

 

“Tumne theek kiya Vicky” (you did right) said she supporting Vicky’s actions vis-à-vis Smita.

 

But then she continued further ‘toh abhi koi nahin hai” (so there is no one right now)

 

“Nahin par GF ke kaam karne waali bahut hain” (No but have enough who fulfill needs as a GF does) he said emphatically

 

She was confused a bit and said “matlab” (meaning)

 

“Dear matlab ki bahut aisee hain jo meri har zaroorat ka dhyaan rakhti hain.” (meaning there are many who take care of my all needs) he said emphasizing on all and needs.

 

She went silent again and then after a brief pause said “matlab tum gf nahin banana chahate” (meaning you don’t want to have a GF)

 

Vicky smiled and said “Dekho Smita ke case mein main bahut committed thaa.  Itna ki maine baaki ladkiyon ke sex ke invites thukra diye thhey. Aur dhoka mila, isliye ab socha hai shaadi se pahele commit nahin hounga” (I was very committed to Smita and refused invitations for sex from others, and got cheated. Hence have decided not to commit before marriage)

 

Before she could say something further, he continued.

 

“Dekho I have been very lucky with fairer sex. Bahut ladkiyan, housewifes aur kuch cases mein un ladkiyon ki moms bhi mere liye ready raheti hain” (See I have been very lucky with women. Girls, their moms and some other housewifes are ready for me)

 

“Ready for …” said Aalia and realized the mistake half way.

 

Vicky was not letting go of this opportunity and said “ready for allowing me to fuck them big time”

 

And further added “They say, I really know how to fuck”

 

It was going too fast for Aalia.

 

Before she could say anything, he said “you don’t worry, main baahar so jaata hoon” (you don’t worry, I will sleep outside)

 

“OK par abhi mat jaao” (ok but don’t go now) she said.  He agreed

 

“Dekho main samajhta hoon ki jo aaj hua aur pahele bhi, tumhe shaayad main un jokers se thoda zyaada pasan aa raha hounga” (I understand that you must be liking me a bit more than those jokers due to the recent incidents) said Vicky

 

Nodded in affirmative Aalia.

 

“Par main emotionally involved nahin ho sakta.  Tum bahut hot babe ho, koi bhi ladka aisee situation mein tumhe I love you bol kar kiss kar leta, par main jhoot nahin bolta” (But I cannot be emotionally involved. You are very hot. Any guy would take this opportunity in saying I love you and then kissing you. I don’t lie)

 

She kept silent.

 

“Are you comfortable if we talk about ur relationship with those jokers” Vicky asked

 

She paused and then nodded a yes.

 

“So kissing normal thee ya rare” (so kissing was normal or rare) asked he.

 

“pahele rare phir normal ho gayi thee” (earlier rare then normal) she replied.

 

“game sirf kissing tak thaa ya aagey bhi” (was it kissing only or more as well) he prodded.

 

She did not respond.

 

“Waisy hard to believe ki aap jaise sexy bandi ke saath koi kiss tak ruk gaya hoga” (hard to believe that anybody could restrict himself till kissing only) said Vicky.

 

“Tum itni sundar ho, itni gori ho, sexy figure aur kya chahiye bande ko” (you are so beautiful, so fair, sexy figure and what else a man needs) continued Vicky testing the waters.

 

“Vicky bas karo na” (Vicky please stop it) said she.

 

“Ok Ok “

 

“Waise I am honoured that you considered me good to be your bf” said he.

 

“Vicky thanks a lot for today” said she

 

He smiled and said “so jaao raat bahut ho gayi hai” (you may sleep, its late)

 

“Waise sookha sookha thanks kiya hai” (it’s a dry thanks only) said he.

 

“Geela kaise karun” (how to wet it)

 

He sang a parody “honto se chhoo lo toh, dry thanks ko wet kar do”

 

She smiled and said good night.

 

He went out and slept on the bed in the drawing room. He removed his jeans, t-shirt and slept only in briefs and vest.

 

Sometime around 3am or so, Aalia felt thirsty and moved towards the fridge in the dinning lobby of the big drawing-cum-dining room where Vicky was sleeping.  She saw Vicky sleeping on the bed and smiled. Took out the bottle from the fridge and drank some water. As she turned to go back, in the light from the small bulb in the dining lobby, which she was about to turn off, she saw the packet in the brief confines.  She just could not imagine the size. It seemed to be bigger than her forearm. The bedsheet cover had moved away, making it easier for her to see and appreciate the devil.  No wonder he has a long line of women to fuck she thought and smiled.

Naughty thoughts – she chided herself and went back to her room.

 

Vicky was a light sleeper and that too sleeping on a new bed, made him even a lighter sleeper, so when Aalia had come to drink water he ensured that he slept in a manner that she looked at his briefs.  He was able to plant the seed.

 

She went back to her bed but could not sleep for a while. The tools of those jokers seemed to be so incompetent in front of his. Though she never saw them, but touches during hugs etc had made her guess their sizes.  She could still not imagine what she saw.  She was not the first one to marvel that size though.

 

Next morning, Vicky had got up early, as per habit, went through morning chores of toilet etc, but came back on his bed laying in the same manner.  Aalia got up a bit later and again saw him sleeping in a similar posture.  Her eyes were locked on his underwear like a missile locked to target.

 

She moved away. Vicky got up and wore his jeans, did not wear t-shirt allowing her to look at his strong muscular (non-gymmed) body.  He moved around non-chalantly asking her for toothpaste etc. He brushed his teeth and then had his shower.  He moved around wearing his towel only for a short while, allowing her to look at him and then wore his clothes without looking deliberate in display. During the shower, he had pumped his tool thinking of fucking Aalia leading to a considerable tent formation in towel for her to marvel.

 

He had a habit of saying prayers before he took breakfast or anything in the morning, even water.  There were instances where he had not taken anything, even water, till 4pm because of not being able to say prayers due to some exigencies.  He was very particular in that.  He looked at Sun and said his prayers, since there were no idols of ***** gods visible to him.

 

Aalia saw him praying and then asked “Sooraj ko dekh kar kyon pooja ki, sooraj ki pooja thee kya” (Why did you worship while looking in direction of Sun, were you worshipping sun)

 

He smiled and said “Agar bhagwaan ki photo/moorti na ho toh sooraj ki taraf dekh kar pooja kar leni chahiye, woh hi ek pratyaksh devta hotay hain subah” (in case there are no idols/photos of gods, we should worship seeing in direction of Sun since he is the only visible demi-God during morning)

 

She liked the logic of Hindus but then added “pahele bataana thaa, mummy ke room mein ganesh ji ki moorti hai’ (you should have told earlier, mom has an idol of Lord Ganesh in her room).

 

Saying this she proceeded to her mom’s room followed by Vicky who was focussed on her ass and was imagining how it will feel fucking it.

 

It was a big room with a big oval shaped double bed in the centre and a mirror on the ceiling.  On either wall towards foot and headrest of the bed, it had two big pictures framed.  One had joint photo of Aalia, her sisterher mom and the other one had a collage of pics of Aalia’s mom. Her name was Zareena.

 

Vicky was struck by her beauty. 

 

The Ganesha idol that they had come to see was very tastefully and respectfully kept on a small table.  Aalia told Vicky how from the day someone gifted the idol to her mom, her business has taken off and had brought her very good luck and returns in both professional and personal life. So her mom was a great believer in Lord Ganesha.  Vicky then added, not for nothing, Ganesh ji is worshipped first by Hindus.

 

Vicky then looked at both the pictures on the wall and said to Aalia “Thank god tum aur tumhari sister tumhari mom par gayi hain” (thank god that you and your sister have taken up from your mom)

 

“That’s why you two are so beautiful’ he continued.

 

Aalia smiled and said thanks.

 

To give you some idea of the looks of Zarena, she resembled a lot like Monica Bedi’s look as Step Mom of main lead in Saraswati Chandra television serial being telecast these days, but looked a bit younger than her.  Only Zareena looked better endowed in boobs department and ass.  The collage had frontal and rear shot pics.  She liked deep cut blouses both in front and back and knew how to carry her sensual look. 

 

“Bura mat maan na, but your dad is a fool. Your mom is so beautiful, unhe kaise chhod diya.” She agreed on the fool part and just kept silent.

 

They had breakfast and he moved for home but before leaving he left a thought for her.

 

“I can see that you like me a bit.  I can give you everything but not commitment. Please understand from Smita episode point of view.  Think about it. I know how to care take very good care of women” he said confidently and in a matter of fact tone.  She nodded a yes.

 

He went back home and called after a few hours and asked if those jokers had called again. She replied in negative, after a few customary exchanges, the call ended.

 

It was her turn to call now, she did so after a couple of hours only.

 

“Hi Vicky”

 

“Hi”

 

“Kaise ho” (how are you) asked the beauty.

 

“Waise hee jaise 2 ghante pahele tha” (the same like a couple of hours ago) an indirect reference to having spoken a couple of hours back only.

 

“Oh toh mera phone itna bura laga” (so you didn’t like me calling you again) said the mock annoyed beauty.

 

“Yeh maine kab kaha” (When did I say that) “ab tum jaisee hot bandi call karegi toh bura kaise lagega” (how can I mind if someone as hot as you call) said Vicky.

 

This pleased her a lot but she continued “tum toh har ladki ko yahi kahete hoge” (you must be saying the same to every girl)

 

“Sab ko nahin par haan, tum jitni sexy ko haan” (not to all but to those as sexy as you) replied Vicky. 

 

He had a way with words.

 

They continued talking for a good 35-40 minutes.

 

When the call was about to end, he said “Aalia kya socha mere proposal ke baare mein” (What did you think of my proposal)

 

She kept silent.

 

“Apart from commitment you will have me completely.  I will take care of your needs.  Specially physical ones” said he in a matter of fact tone.

 

She did not know how to react and somehow managed so say “aur kitni hain aisee’ (how many like these)

 

This was the opening that he wanted and went on to say “Bahut hain, ladkiyan, unki sisters &  moms, kayi housewives hain, office colleagues hain”

 

“Jo ek baar mauka deti hai phir usko koi aur pasand nahin aata” (After once with me, they don’t like anyone else)

 

She was still at loss for words.  She was still at loss for thoughts.

 

Hmmmmm was all that she could manage.

 

“Dekh ek kaam karte hain, tumne un dono jokers ko bhi kiss kar rakha hai, mujhe bhi ek mauka do. Thodi der ke liye milte hain, agar tumhe mera kiss karne ka style pasand nahin aaya, phir dubaara tang nahin karunga. Agar pasand aaya toh aage dekhte hain”  (lets do one thing, you have been kissed by those two jokers, give me a chance. If you don’t like my style of kissing, wont bug you again, if you like it, then will proceed further) he said sounding as reasonable as he could.

 

A firm hmmm was the reply.

 

“toh haan samjhun” (should I take it as yes) asked Vicky.

 

She was liking her hmmmming and said another hmmm.

 

“Toh main abhi aa raha hoon” (I am coming right now) he said and disconnected the phone.

 

Withing next 20 minutes he was there and pressed the bell.

 

She was there in a knee length skirt and a top.

 

He moved in and closed the door behind him.

 

She said “mummy aane waali hain” (mom is about to come)

 

“Matlab time kam hai” (meaning we have less time)

 

Before she could even nod a yes, he pulled her close, looked deep in her eyes  and said “May I kiss you” and then continued “I take your silence as acceptance”

 

He started with pressing his lips to hers. Slight parting of his lips ensured that now his tongue was licking her lips. First the top one, then the bottom one.  She was enjoying the salivation of her lips by his tongue. The continued onslaught ensured that she too parted her lips and let the two tongues talk to each other directly.  He then took her upper lip between his lips and licked the lip and then the same process was adopted for the lower one.

 

Process in management jargon is known as a series of steps giving the same output everytime.

 

In this case also, licking of upper and lower lip was giving same pleasure to her.

 

As the passion increased, they were now sucking right from each others mouth. With his tongue almost intertwined with hers. This was by a country mile the best kiss she ever had. Those jokers could manage lip to lip at best.  This man knew how to pleasure a woman and then thinking of his tool and what it will do, her pussy was in monsoon season.

 

The kiss continued for good 4-5 minutes and she was week in knees and wet in pussy.

 

As he broke the kiss, looked at her and then asked “did you like it’

 

She could only manage a smile in return.

 

Now he hugged her again and said “meri banogi” (will you be mine)

 

A shy hmm was the response.

 

Before they could go further, they heard footsteps closer to the door and after a couple of seconds the bell rang.

 

Vicky went to sit on the sofa and she went to open the door.

 

Enters Zareena.

 

Looks at Vicky and then at Aalia.

 

Vicky looks at her and admires her. She looks far hotter than her pics.  But manages to break in a polite smile.

 

Aalia introduces him and tells her all about those two jokers.  Zareena thanks him a lot and says the usual things expected in such a scenario.  Vicky takes all the compliments with polite smiles.

 

“Zareena ji, ek baat toh hai, woh dono duffer thhey jo itni sundar aalia ke hotay hue kahin aur cheating kar rahe thhe” (must say they were fools to have cheated such a beautiful Aalia)

 

She smiled at his comment and was surprised by him addressing her as Zareena ji instead of the more common aunty.

 

Sensing her query, he said “aap kisi angle se aunty nahin lagti” (you don’t look like a aunty)

 

She smiled further and said “phir kya lagti hoon” (then what do I look like)

 

“Sach bol diya toh aap maaroge but koi bhi aapko Aalia ki badi bahen maan lega” (If I tell the truth, you will beat me but yes you look like Aalia’s elder sister.) he continued praising the elder beauty.

 

She smiled again and said “Then Zareena ji is ok but why not Zareena”

 

“Dheere dheere wahan bhi pahunchenge” (will reach that stage as well) he said firmly and then said “Aalia has taken up your beauty”

 

She said thanks and smiled.

 

“Sorry to say but yeh '. mard gadhe hotay hain jo itni sundar bandiyon ko cheat karte hain ya chhod dete hain” (Sorry to say but '. men are fools to cheat or abandon such beautiful women)

 

She paused for a few seconds and then said – bilkul (definitely) and went to her room.

 

Vicky thought she was angry but she came back in the room after freshening up and wearing a caprice and a t-shirt.  She was looking delicious and smiling.

 

Vicky smiled at her again and said “I was not wrong about '. men being idiots” and laughed.

 

This time she joined the laughter.

 

For Aalia this was going too fast and she was not able to comprehend how Vicky was able to engage her mom so easily whereas those two fools could not move beyond Salaam.

 

He has a way with women – she thought and desire to become his keep strengthened.

 

“Vicky thanks a lot for all you have done” said a thankful mom.

 

“It was a matter of chance that I was there and those jokers fought in front of me. I don’t like men abusing and fighting a woman. I don’t like cheating as well. And then Aalia is so beautiful, ab itni sundar ladki pe impression jamaane ka mauka kaise chhodta” (how would I have let go of a chance to impress such beautiful Aalia) explained Vicky.

 

The mom daughter duo looked at each other and smiled.

 

Aalia then again told her of Vicky beating the pulp out of those two jokers. 

 

Vicky smiled and said “ab Aalia jaisee hot bandi jiski maa bahut haseen ho toh mauka kaise chhodun. Unki pitai aur bezzati dono zaroori tha” (I had to since Aalia is hot and her mom very beautiful.  Hurting them and humiliating them was needed.)

 

Mom smiled but daughter Aalia could not hold herself back and said “tumhe kaise pata chala ki mom sundar hongi” (how did you know that mom would be beautiful)

 

Vicky could not have let go of such an opportunity “maal dekh kar pata chalta hai ki die kitni achhi hogi” (you can judge from the product about the quality of the die)

 

Zareena again smiled and blushed slightly but Aalia was not clear as yet.

 

Vicky continued, “dekho agar yeh product achha bana hai toh pata chalta hai ki base die jisme cast hua who die/mould kitna sahi hoga” (if product is good you can judge the die/mould from it)

 

Now Aalia got the hang of it and smiled.

 

“Vicky tum baatein bahut achchi banaate ho” (you have a way with words) said zareena.

 

“Main kuch cheezen bahut achchi karta hoon – Aalia se pooch lo” (I do a few things very well, you may ask Aalia) replied Vicky.

 

Aalia didn’t know what to say and thought Vicky will share the kissing part.

 

Her mom looked at both and sensed something but then Vicky chipped with beating the living daylight out of both jokers.

 

Aalia breathed the sigh of relief.

 

Zareena looked at Vicky knowing he is hiding something.

 

Vicky returned the knowing smile.

 

And then the normal talks started for about 40-50 minutes. Zareena liked him. Aalia liked him. He liked both.

 

Before he left he said “Zareena ji, ek baat poochun, hope you don’t mind”

 

“Oh yes, go ahead” was the reply.

 

“Agar aapki permission ho toh, kya main aur Aalia ek doosre se mil sakte hain, kabhi public mein aur kabhi akele mein” (if we have your permission, can I and Aalia meet, sometimes in public and sometimes alone) asked Vicky.

 

She thought for a few moments and then said “Why not – ya sure”

 

Then continued, “Akele mein kya karoge” (what will you do when alone) and winked, thinking she had cornered him.

 

He was not the one to miss such an opportunity “Theory chahiye ya practical karke bataaun” (you want theory or should I do practical) said a laughing Vicky.

 

Zareena didn’t know how to react but sportingly joined the laughter.

 

Then he turned his attention to Aalia and said “Dekho ab tumhari mom ne bhi permission de di, ab toh meri baat maan logi” (see now that your mom has given permission, hope you will agree to my requests)

 

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Aalia smiled sheepishly knowing the import of the sentence.

 

Vicky was paying special attention to Aalia and would call her after every few hours with the talks becoming bold and would discuss sex with her openly. 

 

She too was enjoying the bold discussion.

 

The day finally came. It was a Saturday. Vicky went to pick her up. She was dressed to kill.  Vicky did not bother about niceties and kissed her lavishly.  Before she could tell him that Zareena was there he had her tongue tied with his tongue.  He pressed her ass globes for good measure.  From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow, most likely that of Zareena, he did not disengage.  Aalia had all forgotten about her mom in the passionate kiss.

 

Vicky then disengaged after sucking her for some time.  Zareena by then was in visible range.

 

Aalia didn’t know how to react, she looked at the ground.

 

Vicky looked in Zareena’s eyes.

 

They were silent for a few seconds.

 

“Ok Zareena ji hum chalte hain” (OK Zareena ji, we will make a move) said Vicky.

 

“Kahan jaaoge” (where will you go) asked Zareena.

 

“Dono jagah – public and private place” (both places) said Vicky.

 

“Sirf public mein kyon nahin” (why not only public place) asked Zareena.

 

“Ab aapne jo trailer dekha uski film bhi toh poori karni hai” (What you saw was the trailer, have to complete the film) said Vicky smilingly.  He had a cute disarming smile.

 

Zareena didn’t know how to react. In coded language, Vicky told her that he was going to fuck her daughter with her consent.  She just didn’t know how to react.

 

“Hard to tell who is hotter between mom and daughter” said Vicky and winked at Zareena. She knew he was hitting on her. Worst part somewhere deep down she was enjoying it.

 

Vicky and Aalia moved towards the main door with Zareena looking from behind. For those 8-10 steps Vicky had his hand on her ass.  He was sure Zareena was watching it.

 

As they went to his Swift car, Zareena saw from the window, how happy was her daughter with Vicky.  Perhaps he had saved her and hence she had given herself to him completely.  She was in a way thankful that Vicky was a nice boy, strong, educated, a bit bold though, unlike the previous two jokers.  Then she went back in time when the young sexy Zareena was quite bold herself and darling of neighborhood and her college & college.  She had dated all ***** guys and wanted to marry one but as luck would have it, she got married to someone who became a maulvi and the ripe mature beauty was left alone.

 

Anyways moving back to story, Vicky drove the car to his vacant Dwarka house and making the guard richer by Rs 50/- at the society entrance.  As they entered the house, Vicky pushed her on the mattress and started kissing her wildly.  He was rubbing her boobs, rubbing her pussy over the skirt she was wearing.  He licked every inch of the skin visible in the noodle strapped top.  He wanted Aalia to go wild and then become his forever and then help him with her mom.  He was clear in his approach,

 

He blindfolded Aalia and tied her hands. One by one he took her clothes off. First went the top then the bra.  He started sucking the two very good sized mangoes and played with nipples to his heart’s content.  He then started licking her calfs, moving to thighs and played with her pussy covered under her panty. The skirt she was wearing was pleated one and not tight which gave him an opportunity to go under the skirt and establish contact with her panty. He was using all his experience to great satisfaction of Aalia.  She was feeling pleasure like never before.

 

Vicky pulled down her panty and threw it away.  Still his face buried inside her skirt, he continued licking and sucking the baby soft pussy, which she had cleaned on his insistence over phone. She was complying with the master.  He had now inserted one finger and rotating it inside. 

 

“Aah – oh my god – ya ,.'” were the sounds that disturbed the silence of the the room.  She was ecstatic. She thanked deep down her judgment of going with Vicky.  He was by far the best she ever had.  She didn’t know what was about to come though.  Her first orgasm was about to explode and as she felt it, she leaned on the wall behind her and tightened her legs.  Vicky knew it too well, he got his head out of the skirt but the hand continued playing with the pussy.  And then she exploded and came by the gallons as so many females had done earlier after their bodies had responded to his touches.

 

“Ya ,.' – ya ,.'” filled the room indicating the arrival of first monsoon shower inside her pussy. 

Vicky smiled.

 
He took off her skirt and saw the nude, blindfolded and tied-up Aalia standing before him waiting for him to make love to her.
 
Vicky got rid of his clothes and both the lovers were in their birthday suits. Vicky went ahead and hugged her.  He pushed his cock in such a manner that she tightened her thighs around it. The cock was in touch with her thighs and pussy.  She felt the girth for the first time. Though she hadn’t taken a cock or played with it earlier but a sexy beauty like her in today’s day and age had a good idea about a decent sized cock. This one was indecently huge.
 
She licked her lips in anticipation with Vicky joining in licking of her lips.
 
“Vicky kar na” (Vicky do it) pleaded sexy beauty.
 
“Kya karun” (what should I do) was the response.
 
“tujhe pata hai” (you know it) said the horny female.
 
“intezaar ka phal meetha hota hai – intezaar kar” (fruit of waiting is ripe – wait) said the philiosophical male.
 
She had given up these niceties and said “fuck me” with a forceful voice.
 
“Wait” was the firmer response.
 
He had stuff stocked in the small fridge in that house.  He got some ice, honey, gbangs, cream.
 
Vicky started with rubbing ice on her boobs and pussy. The icy touches got her to feel different sensations.  He also fed her gbangs but every gbang feed was followed by a kiss as each gbang went from his mouth to hers.  She was being attacked on all fronts and enjoying every bit of the same.  He made her to sit down on the mattress with her hands still tied and she blindfolded.  He put some honey on his tongue and frenched Aalia. He then poured some more honey on her boobs and sucked them clean.  These sensations were strong enough to arouse the whore inside her.  Finally he rubbed some cream on his tool and brought it close to her lips. Like a reflex, she opened her mouth to lick the cream and after first couple of licks, she tasted the cock. 
 
She withdrew.
 
“Kya tha” (what was that) she asked
 
“What do you think” was the reply.
 
Thinking what it was she moved forward again and started licking it. Since she could not hold it and hence she was finding it hard to engulf in her mouth. Size also mattered a bit.

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The lips touched the lips, boobs touched boobs, nipples rubbed nipples, navel kissed navel, crotches rubbed each other, flesh thighs came together.  Zareena’s hands covered every square inch of the sexy back of the female above her. Zareena’s hands found their resting place on the ass above her.  A very good piece of ass was that.  Her hands measured the roundness, firmness, coverage area of the ass. All in all lovely.  Kisses were on in full swing, both female specimens taking in each other’s saliva as if there was no tomorrow.  The passion showed by both was something to be seen. Vicky had seen many a scenes like that of lesbian sex of two of his keeps, he was enjoying the show from the best seat in the town.

 

The one below was imagining the one above has a great body – but somewhere she felt the body smell was very very familiar. Too familiar to be true.  As the bodies mingled even further, the one above let out a moan, a soft moan “mmmmm” that was enough for the one below.

 

In a nano second the pleasure she was deriving from the intertwining of two sexy bodies changed to fear!!

 

“Alia” said Zareena

The one above was still lost in her own, devouring the body of the sexy elder, she was mauling her boobs and now her hand had gone down  to finger the much coveted pussy.

 

“Alia” “Alia” this time calls were more forceful by Zareena.

 

Alia came back to her senses, looked at Vicky, who smiled and signaled him to open the blindfold. She complied.

 

Both sets of eyes of mom daughter met.

 

One had pure lust and no shame.

 

The elder one had a heady mixture of lust and shame.

 

Vicky’s eyes had expression of delight only – pure sexual delight.

 

Both the ladies looked at Vicky – one with pure lust and other with mix of shame & lust which was soon turning to lust.  Both pairs of eyes were locked on to his magnificient tool which was out in full glory.  Alia’s eyes met Vicky’s, he indicated her to wait and watch. She complied.

 

Zareena was still puzzled.  Vicky got up, lifted the sexy mature lady on his shoulders and moved towards the bathroom. She was impressed with the ease with which he just lifted her.  As they entered the bathroom, their only spectator, Alia stood on the door watching her mom’s transition to becoming Vicky’s pet like she had become and was enjoying it to the fullest. He was the best master.

 

Vicky started the shower.  He hugged Zareena and took his hands to the lovely ass globes.  She felt her boobies crushing against his masculine strong chest, by the minute she was holding Vicky a bit tighter like he was her toy.  The python was fully awake and hitting her abdomen area.  The intertwining of tongues and lips had started. To enhance the pleasure, his cock was gyrating against her pussy lips – making her go weak.

 

Both stood under the shower kissing each other with streams of water finding their way to the floor after traveling over the two intertwined naked bodies.  Was it the water or was it the sheer audacity or his power over her, he enjoyed it like never before.  He continued kissing her with the hands mauling the ass globes.  A thin trail of water was streaming down her boob, he brought his tongue close to it to savour the nectar of love.  This was magical – both thought.  He then kissed her flat stomach and moved down to the love nest and kissed it continuously.  The combined effect of tongue and water on her pussy made her go wild and she pressed his head on her crotch.  For balancing, she took support of the wall as he continued his onslaught on her pubic region.  The young man had just started and the older one was getting jittery.

 

During the charge on her pubes, the hands had not ignored the ass globes or mammaries, while her one hand pressed on the wall for support and the other played with his head hair.

 

The shower continued. 

 

He got up and picked up the soap and started rubbing it on her from her feet.  From the feet he moved to her beautiful calfs and then knees and then thighs, he did not rub on ass or crotch but moved to her hips, back and stomach.  The boobs came in for some special cleansing with rounds and rounds of soap rubs.  He then moved to her upper bosom and her slender neck.  The creamy white ivory skin was shining beneath a thin sheen of soap.

 

He gave the soap to her, she started rubbing the soap on his legs, torso, back, stomach, she avoided soaping the erect tool though she gave a quick suck. 

 

The shower was off. 

 

He also took a soap and both started soaping each other.  What an erotic cleansing frenzy both were in.  He also believed in “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”

 

After soaping each other’s asses and crotches, both looked at each other with an insatiable sexual hunger.  The two pairs of eyes said it all.  Zareena was standing with her back to the wall and he was right in front of her.  He took the soap and gave one more round to pussy and his dick and placed the granite hard tool at the entrance of her pussy.  He lifted her one leg and tried to push the dick in.  Thanks to the lather lubrication, the dick was easily able to find its way in the much less used pussy now allowing penetration for Business Development.

 

Alia, the super sexy spectator was fingering her pussy.

 

Soon he developed a rhythm, Zareena also started gyrating to the beat of the tool hitting her innermost walls.  She in turn was hitting the bathroom wall.  Both the bodies had a sheen of soap on them and a certain amount of wetness owing to the sweat and also to the shower.  He held her shoulders and in between continued kissing her, mauling her boobs and salivating her nape of neck.  This sheer audacity of thing was making the love making that much more pleasurable.  Both felt the familiar tingling in their reproductive organs and came at the same time.  She shivered and tightened the grip around his waist with her lifted leg.  He also withdrew his tool and let the semen fall on to her stomach, her thighs.  With both legs on ground she felt more comfortable as she still felt the shivers of her orgasm.

 

Now he made her go on all fours on bathroom floor.  The shower was switched on with the stream focused on her lower back / hips region.  He lifted the bar of soap and spread on her gorgeous, luscious ass entrance and on his tool.  The mauling of boobs and sight of the horny lady got his tool back to attention within no time.  The contact of wet bodies also helped the soldier to become stiff and ready for the attack.  However, he had a change of heart.  With one swift motion, he rotated her so as to make her lay on the floor on her back with her legs on his either side.  The shower came directly on her boobs, hitting the melons and then spreading away.  He moved ahead to suck the wet mammaries, suck and kiss the kissable lips.  The pressure on boobies and lips coupled with water effect and a very recent orgasm was making her go wild.  For good measure he had started fingering her pussy.  He was determined to loosen her up further before the grand ass fuck.

 

He continued the circular motion of his two digits in her pussy walls, she was writhing with pleasure and was nearing ecstasy.  The continued pressure on the nape of the neck and ear lobes interspersed with that on her inner thighs and boobies was making it too good to be true for her.  He continued applying the pleasure pressure on her pressing the right buttons.  The kid knew how to go about it.  As she was scaling new heights of pleasure, he started sucking her cunt for good measure.  The lapping up of the shaved pussy lips was giving her love shivers.  After about 10-15minutes of such continued love pressure, she gave in.  She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist, her hands moved in order to get some sort of grip on the wet bathroom floor.  The eyes were half closed and she was in a state of ecstasy.  Her head swayed from side to side and her body shivered.  By now Vicky had known the reason of this state.  She had cum and he hadn’t.   The ‘kid’ had cum once and the lady had cummed twice.  The boy did have some staying power. 

 

Alia too had cummed twice – just by watching the show. She wanted to come forward to taste her mom, but Vicky didn’t let her join. She was itching to join – he was adamant.

 

As she was recuperating from the after effects of a shattering orgasm, he just inserted his fingers in her pussy and brought the digits out, soaked in her love juice.  He then lubricated her ass hole entry with those.  The digits invasion gave her one more shiver and while she enjoyed invasion of her pussy, her turned her around to make her go on her all fours and placed his dick on her rear entry.  The thought of the rear invasion make her shudder with some fear.  He picked up the soap, rubbed on the rock hard tool and also on the rear entry and started the invasion. 

 

Centimeter by centimeter it went in, the pain was much less thanks to the lubrication but she definitely felt thoroughly filled up.  The inner walls stuck to the beloved tool.  He stood in such a position for a couple of minutes so that she could accommodate the monster, meanwhile he continued the mauling of the hanging melons.   Gradually he brought the piston out, almost two-third was out and then pushed in.  Likewise he started the motion and gained momentum.  The tool was hitting her deep.  The ass hole invasion meant that she felt that much more filled and the tool felt that much bigger.  The lubrication had lessened the entry pain but the pain deriving out of a big hammer hitting the inner sensitive walls was still there. The melons were coming in for some special continued mauling.  He again held her mane and continued giving powerful thrusts.  She felt the hits becoming harder and she had also starting moaning / grunting, the lust were making her moan but the big hits were making her grunt.  For him the ass fuck was a mode of showing his power or control over her apart from the absolute sexual ecstasy of enjoying the gorgeous ass of such a beautiful lady. 

 

Both came at the same time with his legs also feeling a slight shivering, bathroom flooring had a lot to do with it.  She felt tired and lay down on the floor.  He went and lay beside her. He had filled her asshole and pussy hole with his rich semen.  He had to fill her mouth and then all bases would have been covered.  Both lay there on the bathroom floor with the bodies intertwined as creepers. 

 

The knees were grinding against the bathroom floor and felt some bruises but not threatening enough to ooze blood. 

 

After a brief lull spell of 2-3 minutes, he started again kissing her and playing with her boobies.  This made her come in the mood, if any invitation was needed, and she started moaning at a low volume.  He moved to shut off the shower. 

 

He moved her on top of him to achieve a 69 position.  Both set of mouths went to each other’s crotch with a vengeance.  The lady was in no mood to prove second to the young man with the big tool.  She started sucking the cock.  As they say “don’t stroke it – just smoke it.”  The smoking was having a very good effect on him.  He was in the meanwhile not to be left behind.  He continued lapping her pussy lips with his tongue.  In order to tease him, she lifted her ass and made him to raise his head further.  Not to be left behind, he inserted three fingers in the freshly fucked asshole.  This startled her and made her laugh.  She said “you rascal” and moved her ass back to the original position.  The youngster and the lady continued the licking / sucking of each other’s crotch. She was smoking it and he was licking and biting it.  The 69 was not new for him but still very enjoyable, specially with new one, different pussy different taste, smoke by smoke he was getting close to cumming and lick by lick she was about to reach her love climax.  And finger by finger Alia was too close to climaxing.

 

The water was still sprinkling for good measure.  Both were doing their jobs as experts. The ass was moving up and down to match the licking pattern and the strokes on his tool had become more prolonged.  After about 10-15 minutes more fun of licking, the ass movement became a bit furious and she gyrated it with some extra passion.  She then pressed her crotch on his face and rubbed it.  He felt some wet fluid on his face.  She was cumming by the litres and to match her accomplishment even he had cummed.  With her drinking his semen he lapped up all the love nectar he could with his tongue.  The boy was good – she thought.  The lady was a divine fuck – he believed.  His face was smeared with her love juices and he continued the onslaught on the pussy for some more time. 

 

Both then stood under the shower, kissing, licking, pressing each other’s favourite body parts with the stream of water washing them.  This further session of 5-7 minutes of sin washing under the shower ended.  By now Alia too was in her birthday suit and hugged her mom and started kissing her – on seeing another mom daughter duo as his pets, Vicky decided to proceed. 

 

As he was moving out of the bathroom Zareena said “Vicky mujhe contract chahiye – dilwana padega” (I need the contract, you will have to get it for me)

 

“Lund chahiye ya contract” (you need my penis or contract) Vicky said smilingly

 

“Dono” (both) said she smilingly

 

“Aur agar dono mein se ek ki choice ho?” (and if you have to make a choice between the two) asked Vicky

 

She knelt forward and kissed his tool and said “phir tera Lund” (then ur tool) and started licking. Seeing this even Alia joined and started licking.  Vicky patted their heads and felt like a King.  Nearby he saw a roll of string “naada” in the cupboard slightly ajar, used to wear their salwaars. He picked up the roll, cut two long pieces of naada and wore them around their necks as a leash.  Both sexy babes started barking like his pet bitches. He wore clothes and took them towards the main door, for good measure they were moving their asses like wagging a tail. Vicky moved out and the two bitches engaged in a love like never before.

 

He called up Sadaf and told her, Maa bhi milegi aur uski beti bhi – Mrs Kapoor ko bol dena, contract isi ko milna chahiye (You will get both mom and daughter but tell Mrs Kapoor that only she should get the contract)

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After two days Vicky got a call from Mrs Kapoor.

 

“Kya haal hai Vicky” (how are you Vicky)

 

“theek hoon – aap sunao” (I am fine you tell)

 

“Saba bata rahi thee” (saba was telling)

 

“hmmm”

 

“toh is maa beti combination ko bhi lapet liya” (so you have fucked this mom-daughter combo)

 

“aap sheetal aur niti toh bhi ek saath chudte thhe” (you sheetal niti also enjoyed getting fucked together) said Vicky

 

“ab tu hai hee itna mast” (you are such a great lover) said the older one and continued “mujhe dono maa beti chahiyen” (I need both mom-daughter)

 

“mil jaayengi – but sirf tumhare aur sadaf ke liye – none else” (will get them but only for you and sadaf – none else) replied Vicky

 

“but Vicky contract ke liye kisi aur ko bhi khush karna padega” (but for contract will have to entertain someone else also) said Mrs Kapoor

 

“Sun aisa hai – yeh dono meri randiyan hai – koi dalla nahin hoon inka. Samjhin. Zyaada khush karna hai toh market se randiyan mangwaa ke khush karde unko. Contract na bhi mile tab bhi dono meri raande rahengi – samjhi” (now listen – both are my keeps – I am dealer of flesh trade. Understand. Get prostitutes from market and entertain those you wish to. Contract or no contract, they are my keeps – get it?) said a slightly angry Vicky.

 

Mrs Kapoor got the message and to salvage the situation said “main bhi toh teri randi hoon – gussa mat ho” (I am too your keep – don’t get angry)

 

Hmmmm was the response.

 

“Kya woh kal aa sakti hain” (can they come tomorrow) requested Mrs Kapoor

 

Will tell you – Vicky responded and disconnected the line.

 

Vicky called up Zareena 

 

“Good morning master” said a cheerful Zareena who had enjoyed full on sex with her daughter Alia over last couple of days.

 

“Morning zareena” responded Vicky and continued “kal hotel jaana hai contract ke liye – Aalia ko bhi le chalna – look sexy, main aaunga lene” (have to go to hotel tomorrow – take Alia alongwith – look sexy, I will come to take you)

 

Vicky kept the call short and disconnected.


On the day, Vicky went to pick Zareena and Alia. Both were dressed for the occasion, dressed to kill. Zareena was wearing a red saree with sleeveless blouse and Alia was wearing a kneed level skirt and a sexy revealing top. Vicky kissed them and played with them for a few minutes. Both bitches barked in appreciation and returned after applying a bit of make up.  They left for the hotel.

 

In the lobby, they met Sadaf.  She was wearing a black designer saree which was tightly wrapped around her ample ass globes.  A lot of anal had done this to her posterior. She was not wearting any petticoat below.  It was just panty below the saree. The saree was adjusted on a thin thread tied on the waist band, just above her panty.  This made her look more curvy from behind.   The saree was tied about 3-4 inches below navel exposing her fleshy waist.  What a waste if no one was to appreciate that waist.  Next was her blouse.  It was a couple of sizes small to hold those milk depots. Regular fucking by many had increased the size of spheres. The blouse was black in colour. It was not fully sleeveless but one of those to have sleeves just an inch below shoulders.  Deep back and deep front formed delectable cleavages at both sides of the body.  The thin lacy bra was visible to the trained eye, the nippies had made an impression on the blouse cloth.  The upper bossom was dying to come out of the confines and gave them a fuller look.

 

The saree was not pinned to the shoulder and was wrapped in a way to expose more of her mammary charms than to hide them.  The silky black hair were tied in a loose bun to give her a very erotic look. 

 

Sadaf saw Zareena and Alia and licked her lips. Zareena was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless blouse.  As with Sadaf, the blouse was pretty deep from both front and back and exposed a lot of flesh.  The creamy white shoulders and back and upper bossom were good enough to test anyone’s character and patience.  Person had to be dead or impotent or gay to not to lust after her.

 

They started the talk in the lobby where Sadaf explained in brief the contract and how it was important for Zareena to be “ready to compromise” and Alia to support her mom. Seeing the way it was shaping up, Vicky suggested Sadaf if they could talk in privacy of a room. She agreed.  Within no time one double bed room was made available to them.

 

As they went inside the room, they were more relaxed in their talk and body language.

 

It was a pretty large double bed rood with a circular large bed placed insided the room with a very large mirror on the roof looking down on the bed and a mirror on the head side of the bed.  Had a TV placed at one side and on the other side a study table.  Electric kettle to make some tea/coffee was also occupying one corner.  Next to it was placed a fridge encasing some bottles of beer and soft drinks and a few chocolates.  The view from the windows was one to be seen and enjoyed. The room was pretty high and it gave a bird eye view of Delhi with a lot of greenery.  A large bathroom was attached.  It had high mirrors and a bath tub and all the accessories that you may associate with a Five Star Hotel bathroom. 

 

As they entered the room, Vicky caught Sadaf and kissed her hard. He pressed her boobs very hard, licked her cleavage and pressed her ass. Zareena and Alia looked at them smilingly. 

 

Mrs Kapoor too joined them and was sitting on the sofa in the room, towards the foot side of the bed, with Sadaf standing a few feet away from her, in front and still explaining about Hotel to Zareena who was standing next to her. 

 

Mrs Kapoor looked straight in eyes of Zaeena and said “Paisa bahut hai – aish bhi bahut hai – par compromise karna padhta hai” (lot of money and luxury – but you will have to compromise)

 

Zareena looked at Vicky. Vicky looked at Mrs Kapoor and nodded in negative. Then said “Aap dono ka khyaal rakhengi” (will take care of you two – pointing at Sadaf and Mrs Kapoor)

 

Meanwhile, Vicky had taken a position behind Sadaf. He knew that the Saree was not tied to the blouse and it had fallen from the shoulder a few times and brought to view the delicious ample bossom cleavage to view.

 

Very slowly he started kissing the nape of her neck in front of all ladies with eyes fixed on Zareena. Will take this part as more focused interaction between Zareena and Sadaf.

 

Both felt awkward but had enjoyed his technique to know how it felt like. Both were sure that he had fucked both of them but did not want to open their cards but here was he, wanting to initiate the love making now.

 

The breathing had become laboured and the heavy bossom went up & down with each breath causing the elderly lady to squirm in her seat and enjoy the site in front.  Very easily he massaged her boobs over the blouse. Vicky weighed the heaviness of the well proportioned mammaries in his hand and rubbed both the nipps with his thumbs tweaking them just a bit. Nothing new for both of them but the fact that Zareena was sitting in front made her feel a bit of moistness in her crotch.  Mrs Kapoor and Alia as audience added to the raunchiness.

 

Anything which is so prohibitive is all the more exciting and enjoyable.

 

Fold by fold the saree was coming off, the ladies were now silent which each one look at other and Zareena licked her lips at the prospect in offing.  She too allow the pallu of the saree to slip and reach her lap and expose generous dose of her skin and well endowed assets.  Now it was turn of Sadaf to lick her lips.  The elder one was waiting with bated breath wihen Vicky was pulling off the last fold.  Deliberately he held back and again went on to kiss her neck.  Both the females loved him for his tricks and enjoyed it a lot but for Zareena it was annoying. It was as if a child waiting for the present to be unwrapped fully and someone elder was playing with the kid by not unwrapping it completely. 

 

Then after a pause of 35-40 seconds which seemed like eternity to both representatives of fairer sex the last line of defence came off.

 

Stood before her, a few feet away, a very fine specimen of dusky sultry lass.  The skin was unblemished and shining. The fingernails were covered in pink polish with golden black combination sandals covering her beautiful feet.  She was wearing anklets resting on joint of her ankle and her feet and then started the fulsome shin supported by equally fulsome calf.  They went on to meet the knees and then the gorgeous, heavy (not too much) thighs took over the attention.  The healthy thighs moved in unsion to meet at the crotch, currently covered by a lacy black panty.  Still she could see little signs of bush, meaning Vicky would have asked to shave off the crop. 

 

Despite being fucked so often, the occasion and setting ensured that Sadaf was in trance.

 

He made her spin around to let Zareena see her ample backside. 

 

Vicky was now touching her ass with his crotch and pushing the cock towards her a bit more.  The female set of eyes were locked onto each other’s body.  Zareena, Mrs Kapoor and Alia were getting hotter by looking at Vicky playing with Sadaf’s boobs.  He did not open the blouse but was pressing it over it and licking the skin as much as he could from his position.  If that was not good enough he got down to his knees, after a minute or so of boob press, and started lick Sadaf’s knee and proceeded north.  Miliimeter by millimeter the supple thigh was getting a thick saliva coat.  Drop by drop the crotch was getting wetter.  Zareena marleved at Vicky’s abilitiy to pleasure women. Presence of Sadaf, Mrs Kapoor in the same room was testimony to the fact.  Sadaf wanted to push his face on her crotch as many time before but this time she couldn’t.  The pleasure was making her go mad.  He was just too good.  The lady in red was squirming in her chair and even her panty was getting wet a bit.  The room had sexual tension high enough to slice through. 

 

After Vicky completed the saliva coating of her thighs from the front, he turned Sadaf sideways to continue licking thighs from the back.  Zareena could not hold any more than 25-30 seconds more and got up.  The pallu of the saree was touching the carpet below as she walked forward towards lovers young enough to be her kids.  Sadaf had closed her eyes and was oblivious to her coming.  Vicky has seen her coming but ignored her and continued tormenting both the younger and older specimen.

 

Meanwhile Mrs Kapoor indicated Alia to come close to her.  Zareena saw this and smiled. Mrs Kapoor put her arm around Alia’s shoulders and was rubbing the exposed skin slowly. Alia was getting hot by the second and was now leaning into Mrs Kapoor.

 

He again turned Sadaf back to her earlier position facing the slow moving Zareena.  The curvy elder lady was hardly a foot away from the curvy young one.  Vicky now moved behind Zareena and kissing her overexposed back and shoulders.  He continued the licking part and added the boob press for good measure.  The curvy woman leaned back into him and pressed her ass on his crotch and felt the thickness of the tool within the confines of the jeans.  The tool she had felt both from inside and outside so many a times.  Sadaf had by now opened her eyes and saw a very erotic sight of young man with a mature beautiful lady.  Now it was Sadaf’s turn to salivate on seeing the ample assets in front of her.  Vicky continued to unfold Sadaf’s present by taking off the saree inch by inch.  After agonizing wait for all, off went the saree to floor to meet Sadaf’s.  Not only was the union of two beauties separated by a couple of decades in age was going to happen but prior to that their garments too mingled willingly.

 

It was some sight to see two very curvy females.

 

One dusky the other one very fair.

 

One young twenty something and the other one forty something.

 

Both with big boobs

 

Both with great ass

 

Both with silky soft unblemished skin

 

Both made to fuck

 

Both having committed incest within immediate and extended families

 

And both Vicky’s conquests.

 

More similarities than differences – Simple.

 

Both moved a few inches forward such that their milk depots were separated by less than 6 inches. 

 

Both were tentative and calculating their next steps.

 

He had stepped back to see the view from the side.

 

The ladies were lost in each other only.  For a moment he did not exist for them.  The light was coming in from the window.  He could see dark silhoutes of contours of two curvaceous luscious babes. The light from the window had nullified the skin colour. 

 

They had a similar height

 

The boobs were similar and were nipple to nipple (eyeball conflict equation) with each other. 

 

They had similar well rounded ass protruding towards the back side.

 

They had similar supple and fleshy thighs.

 

They had similar wet spot on the crotch

 

Both were wearing only bra, blouse and panty.

 

Both were waiting for the attack.

 

Seconds were like minutes.  Time had just stopped then.  He was also lost in the sheer eroticism on display. 

 

By now Alia had taken off Mrs Kapoor’s saree and was rubbing her boobs over blouse where as Mrs Kapoor was return the favour on Alia’s naked boobs. Back to main show.

 

The elder curvy one took the lead and gently placed her left hand on Sadaf’s right boob.  She felt the firmness of the boob.  It was very big, soft yet firm, no sag but yet the feeling was of softness.  She liked it. It was much like hers but with no sag. She could imagine what Vicky and many others would have done to them.

 

Instinctively she too put her left hand on the right boob of Zareena.  It was big, soft yet firm, sagged a little but only a little.  She could imagine what Vicky would have done to them.

 

With her thumb and index finger she tweaked Sadaf’s stiff nipple to be met by a soft moan and reciprocation of her own nipple tweaking.

 

Vicky in meanwhile took the seat in room where he could see both the shows without straining his neck sideways.  He was enjoying the two best shows in town with the best seat in town.

 

With over a couple of minutes, seeming like erotic hours, of boob pressing and nipple tweaking.  Zareena opened the first hook of Sadaf’s blouse. She took a deep breath for the mighty rise and fall of the mammaries.  The opening of hook brought to sight a bit more of delicious cleavage, Zareena was waiting to suck the giant mammaries in front of her.  She was holding back against her lascivious desires.  Off went the second, the third, the fourth one leaving one more to go.  The hooks were also thankful for being loosened since they had taken a lot of strain due to the humungous size of the mammaries.  She liked what she saw.  She could see the lacy black bra confining two beautiful orbs.  With a deep breath off went the final front of resistance as well.  Sadaf took of her blouse and threw it on the pile of the two sarees below.  Before she could proceed, Sadaf loosened her blouse hooks, taking them off one by one.  The fourth one was the last.  She too loved what she saw.  Two gigantic boobs in confines of a red lacy bra.  Zareena too took the blouse off and threw it on the pile below.

 

After the mingling of sarees, the blouse too mingled.

 

Both looked at each other. The younger one in the black bra and panty and the older one in red. It was like took boxers in their dress of red and black.

 

By now Vicky too had taken off his jeans and the cock was out in full glory.

 

Mrs Kapoor and Alia had beaten Zareena & Sadaf in wearing birthday suits and were involved in passionate French kissing and fingering oblivious to what was taking place on the stage in front of them.

 

Zareena moved a bit forward so as to reduce the distance between the eye-ball conflict of the two nipps sets.  The nipples of the two milk depots were hardly an inch away from each other to the point of gentle rub against each other in case of heavy breathing.  Zareena loosened the head bun of Sadaf and let the hair fall.  The thick, silky, shining hairs fell down coming to mid back of Sadaf.  A few strands coming in front of her face, giving it a more desireable look, if any more was needed.

 

Both were breathing heavily now, the nipps were rubbing against each other.  The elder curvy came forward, if any space was there, leaned into her and held her in an embrace. 

 

His cock was hard as a granite stone.

 

Both the curvaceous ones mingled into each other like creepers.  They were not kissing each other but the hands were roaming on each others back.  Zareena felt the roundness of her ass globes and so did Sadaf.  The hands had rested on each other’s ass globes and had stopped moving.  The boobs pressed each other, the crotches felt each other.  It was an embrace with very little movement. It was a moment which could not be described in words so easily.  He looked at the mirror on the top and towards the bed and both were giving their own version of reflections of the two bodies.  One giving the top view and the one giving the side view.  . It was as if everything had stopped. 

 

After two-three minutes of embrace, they disengaged for a short moment only for Zareena to hold her head with her hand and plant a soft kiss on her lips.  The boobs were busy in kissing each other separately.   Sadaf too leaned forward to meet her lips with force and as if by reflex both opened the lips only to meet each other’s tongues.  Second by second the force and passion had increased in the kiss.  The tongues and lips were feeling each other and exchanging liberal doses of saliva. Such was the passion that Vicky could see them inserting tongues deep into other one’s territory.  The hands moved on the back, fingers played with hair, palms cupped ass globes.  It was not for the faint hearted.  They were kissing and gyrating into each other. 

 

She felt her panty getting moister by the second and instinctively she rubbed the pussy mound of Sadaf only to find that hers was also wet.  In fact it was wetter.  The elder one rubbed her fingers more over her cunt, and then brought the finger close to her nose to inhale.  The faces were apart not more than an inch from each other with a thick coat of saliva forming a bridge between thte two sets of lips.  Both sets of lips, one on face and one between the legs were moist. One due to saliva and other due to love juice.

 

On a side note, Mrs Kapoor had moved to conquer Alia’s love nest with her mouth.  Alia was suppressing her moans.  Even for her the show in front was something to remember. She didn’t want to disturb the magic in front.

 

After about 3-4 minutes of the kissing marathon, they again disengaged only for a brief moment though. Zareena embraced her again only to unwrap her further.  Her fingers found the bra hook and off it went in one go.  She moved away and took Sadaf’s bra off herself.  Sadaf was too willing.  As she  bent down to suck a boob, Sadaf stopped her and embraced her only to reciprocate. Off went the red bra to mingle with the black one on the floor.  They looked at each other boobs and got captivated by it.

 

One very fair, one dusky, one with golden brown nipples and one with darker shade nipples.  The Aerola matched their respective nipp colours.  The nipples were looking at the other set.  It was as if even the boobs were captivated by the sight in front of them.  Both the ladies moved a bit forward to find the nipples rubbing against each other.  Apart from the colour they were so similar.  They were stiff as rubber and loved rubbing against each other.   The sensitive aerolas felt the impact of the other’s nipples and even the pores stiffened due to the touch.  The whole room was focused on the boobs set in front.  It looked as if the chandelier, mirror, bulbs, tubelite, bed, study lamp and table, chair apart from the humans in the room were straining their neck to look at the god sent opportunity in front of them.  The room furniture had seen Sadaf earlier with some male clients but it was first time for them as well to see her like this with someone as hot as Zareena.  Even the non living were thanking their stars.

 

Again the elder one wanted to suck the younger set of boobs but to no avail.  The younger one blocked her forward movement with one hand and got down on her knees to smell the aroma of a wet pussy.  She was on her knees facing the well used pussy encased in a red lacy panty. She could make out that it was well shaven, much like hers since their common hero wanted it in such a fashion only.  Sadaf was breathing really heavy now. 

 

Zareena was feeling her hot breath on her pussy.  Sadaf held Zareena’s ass globes in an embrace and kneaded them slightly.  She appreciated the well rounded ass of the elderly lady.  Definitely it was used by Vicky.  The ass globes were big, firm yet soft, and were like a big ball.  She brought her face very close to the pussy emanating the sexual aroma and then she did a unexpected thing.  She planted a soft kiss on the pussy mound and as Zareena was swimming in throes of passion, she bit her pussy lips lightly over the panty. 

 

The sudden unexpected love bite made Zareena to say “ooooooiiiiiiiii” and laugh.

 

Sadaf looked up and Zareena looked down.  Both sets of eyes locked onto each other.  Sadaf went back to kissing her love mound and this time the bite was a bit harder but not hard enough to hurt.

 

She also licked her thighs for good measure, Zareena was now on verge of cumming and pressed Sadaf’s head on her crotch. Her licking of her inner thighs and bites and play with pussy was doing magic to her.  The elder one was about to reach a sexual orbit.  Have sex with her daughters was great in a way since it was taboo but this was something much more. It was sheer pleasure and ecstacy.

 

Sadaf put her fingers in the elastic band of the panty and started pulling it down.  Inch by inch the panty was covering its southward journey.  As the panty came below pussy level, Sadaf planted a very wet kiss on her love nest and used her tongue to play with the pussy lips.  The strongest muscle in a person, the tongue, was being used to a very great effect.  Sadaf inserted her index finger to part the lips and make way for the strong muscle to play.  Zareena was feeling coming in of one of the strongest orgasm she had ever felt.  She played with Sadaf’s hair and pushed her harder into her crotch.  Everyone in the room was just loving it.

 

After a few more seconds of the erotic play, the love juices broke the dam and came down in torrents.  Sadaf was just lapping it all up.  Zareena was cumming down like a shower on her face.  The trickle of love juices found the route of thighs most convenient.  Sadaf licked it all.  Her legs were gingerly, shaking and she was holding Sadaf’s head for some support.  Meanwhile the panty was at her feet and on Sadaf’s prodding she lifted her feet to take them out.  Panty went on to meet the sarees, blouses and bras.

 

After this nothing moved for over a couple of minutes.  Zareena took long breaths to come back to normal.  Sadaf too was coming back from a trance.

 

Meanwhile, Alia had cummed once thanks to Mrs Kapoor’s licking and fingering. She was just captivate by the elder one’s beauty.  Mrs Kapoor was planning far ahead with Zareena and Alia as part of her stock. Only stumbling block was Vicky.  He was a proud master of his pride, she knew.

 

Back to main show.

 

The fair one lifted the dusky one by her shoulders.  By now they were quite close to the footside edge of the bed.  With one push Sadaf lay on her back on the bed with her knees dangling down from the bed.  She looked up in front and saw Zareena towering over her with her legs on either side of Sadaf.  The melons on her chest were glistening in sweat due the erotic heat generated even in the AC room.  Vicky had meanwhile taken a position on the bed near Sadaf’s head but on her side.  For all the ladies, Vicky was non existent. They were locked onto each other as a missile is locked to a target.

 

Vicky was not used to such a situation but he did not complain.  He knew before the close of the show Vicky will have fucked all of them atleast once.  He was used to the female eyes being locked to his tool. So he was enjoying the new found anonymity.

 

Zareena bent down with her melons dangling from her chest. Sadaf wanted to love them, suck them.  They were so near and yet so far.  As she tried to get up to suck them, Vicky restrained by pressing her down.  Zareena appreciated his act, now she wanted to torment the girl.  Sadaf was pushed further back on the bed and now was on bed totally with feet ending well before the bed edge.  Zareena got on the bed and was now resting her knees with the body leaned forward. She was on her fours and had leg on either side of Sadaf’s.  A lady down on her fours to love a lady was sheer magic.

 

She bent down to rub her boobs over Sadaf’s.  As Sadaf tried to get up, Vicky held her back.  Both were making Sadaf go crazy.  She felt the mammoth impact of big mammaries on her own milk depots.  The nipples and aerolas were rubbed against each other very forecefully.  This was getting too much for Sadaf. Not only the juices due to pussy kissing of Zareena were built up but this act had sent the pulse racing and the juices had started to begin their downward journey once again.  She  played with Sadaf. 

 

She kissed, licked and sucked her boobs.  

 

She pulled her boobs with nipple between her teeth.

 

She salivated the upper bossom.

 

She cleaned the cleavage with the heavy duty licks.

 

She then started her licking journey from her cleaveage down to base of the boobs to her stomach with some special attention to her navel and then to lower abdomen.  Sadaf had by now blown the fuse and it did not matter to her what was being done to her.  She wanted to get over with it and her orgasm.  Contrary to what Sadaf did, off went her panties in one go and Zareena inserted two fingers inside her pussy to find enough juice inside her.  Sadaf writhed in pleasing pain and lifted her hips to meet the insertions. 

 

Within no time she started the violent up and down movement of her hips to indicate the impending orgasm. It was one mighty orgasm.  One of the best that she felt in a long long time.  She never imagined that she could leak so much juice.

 

Zareena lay on top of Sadaf and both got involved in French kiss. It was deep, long and enthralling.  Vicky had got completely naked by now and even his clothes were on top of the two ladies’s sets. 

 

He put his hand between the two sets of boobs as Zareena was on top of Sadaf.  Both of them looked at him and said “Thanks”

 

Vicky moved forward to kiss both the elder and younger one alternatively.  Zareena and Sadaf started licking his tool with some vengeance, perhaps his reward of bringing them together.  He was hard as granite for some time now and the licking of his tool made him cum within no time.  He splurged ropes after ropes of warm semen on Zareena’s belly which was very eagerly licked off dry by Sadaf who in between offered Zareena doses of his semen by sticking it on her fingers only to find her too willing who would suck it off in no time.

 

All had cummed atleast once and were ready for many more.

 

Meanwhile Vicky took his hard tool for Mrs Kapoor and Alia to lick. They complied. He returned to the main show.

 

He lay on the bed with Sadaf on one side and Zareena on the other.  It seemed it was an advertisement of some colour changing cream such as Fair and lovely with Sadaf potraying the dusky shade, Vicky a much fairer one and Zareena the fairest one of all.

 

He looked up to see the gorgeous sight of the two hotties on his either side.  The mere reflection in the mirror brought some life back to his cock.

 

Both the ladies had lifted their heads and were resting on Vicky’s chest (used as bridge) and were kissing right above his face.  This position meant that both set of milk depot hung like fruits to be plucked right away.  The girls were re-united by long drawn French kiss whereas Vicky was busy in playing with the boobs hanging right in front.  He was never the one to leave an opportunity.

 

Vicky’s cock was now coming back to life in top gear and very soon the virile tool was ready for much more.  Seeing this, Zarenena pulled sadaf to ride Vicky in a Cow Girl position and she positioned herself just above his face.  Sadaf pussy was quite well lubricated by now and since she was used to taking his tool and many others, she did not find much difficulty in adjusting to the impending monster.  First few strokes caused her pain and then it was pretty bearable.

 

She was the one who was building the momentum.  Stroke by stroke the three lovers formed a triangle.  Vicky was the base of the triangle with the two hotties forming the two sides of the triangle joined at the top by the French kisses.  Sadaf’s up and down motion on his cock meant Zareena too had to move accordingly to continue kissing her which was well used by Vicky to kiss her pussy and insert a couple of fingers inside for her to enjoy. 

 

Vicky was lifting his hips to match Sadaf’s motion and his head to match Zareena’s movement.  The whole scene was picked from a Kamasutra book.

 

The experienced lovers continued like this for over 15 minutes with none ready to cum.  However, Sadaf was feeling the impending waterfall since she found the whole act to be so erotic and unconventional. 

 

The more she felt the juices being released, the easier it became for his piston to service her deeper.  Deeper penetration meant more juice secretion. It was turning to a pleasing vicious cycle for her.  Her boobs were bouncing in all directions and so did that of the fairer one.  They continued kissing but had given little attention to each other’s boobs.  That was strange.  The sight above him could have brought life to the dead.  Two sets of mammaries wandering off in all directions.  Two hotties joined at the top in an unholy kiss. 

 

Sadaf shrieked at the second cumming and let everyone know in the hotel with her erotic scream that she had her second orgasm of the day.  Her body was glistened with sweat. She just continued the up and down movement though she had completely drenched the intruder.  Meanwhile seeing her state, Zareena felt a wave of erotic current run through her body as she found Vicky increasing the number of intruding fingers and moving it much more vigorously.  The sharper movement of the fingers in her made her jump with pleasure and also the dam holding back the love juice flood gave way for her to release it over his face.  Vicky lapped it all up with some glee.  Zareena took off from there and went behind Sadaf to press her boobs on her back and started kissing her nape of the neck and back.  She kneaded Sadaf’s boobs from behind and mauled the poor big mamaries and all the while made her feel her own with the touch from back.  Sadaf was lost in an erotic world by now and she had her eyes closed and was in a trance again.  She turned her head to meet Zareena’s lips and continued the French kiss where they had left it off.   Such scene continued for another 5-6 minutes.  Sadaf had meanwhile used her hand to good effect to play with Zareena’s pussy.  This had again charged her love juices and after sometime all of them moaned in unison signaling their respective orgasms.  Score women 3 each, man 2 orgasms.

 

Now the two hotties collapsed on him after licking his cock dry.

 

Meanwhile Alia was hooked on to the body of Mrs Kapoor. Had it not been for Vicky and Zareena, Mrs Kapoor could have auctioned Alia and Alia would have happily accepted it.

 

Not detailing further sexcapades that day. In short, all sexy ladies and Vicky enjoyed a sumptuous lunch, bath, rounds of sex, bisexual, regular, lesbian for many an hour.

 

As the clock struck 5 they realized they were at it for about 4.5 hours. 

 

 

Vicky asked a straight forward question to Mrs Kapoor “contract milega Zareena ko” (will Zareena get the contract)

 

Mrs Kapoor knodded in affirmative.  She knew even if Zareena and Alia are not available for others now, she can enjoy their body whenever she wants.

 

Zareena and Mrs Kapoor completed the formalities and left the hotel after kissing each other for a few more minutes. Alia and Sadaf too did the same.

 

As Vicky sat in his car – both mom daughter duo barked to show that they were still his bitches. A smiling Vicky put the car in first gear …..

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With another duo in the bag, Vicky had a very large harem for himself.

 

Time passed, his harem comprised of sexy pieces of all religions, communities no discrimination.  He had now become a strapping young man of 26years.  Sadaf, Niti, Tina, Sheetal and many more had now got married but still were in touch with Vicky for obvious reasons.

 

Vicky was an Engineer with an MBA both from prestigious colleges in India and was earning pretty well, settled in life.  Like all good things should come to an end, so was time to end his bachelorhood, as his parents thought. 

 

Though they were getting proposals from known people, but nothing materialized as yet. In an effort to widen the search he had added his profile to a couple of matrimonial websites.  He had taken paid service for one of the sites wherein you can chat with the person etc.

 

It so happened that after about a few days, he got a profile on his mail id. One of the benefits of taking paid service that your email id is visible to all.  He saw the profile. Girl was very beautiful. Couldn’t make out other important features as pic was only of face.  There were a few phone numbers given in profile etc.  Some details about the girl, 20yrs old, doing BA correspondence, working in a BPO.  One younger sister of about 17, younger brother 14, mom and dad. They owned a few shops and lived in upper middle class area of west delhi. Girl’s name – Sheena Seth. Only girl’s face kept Vicky interested for a few minutes, apart from that there was nothing in profile to interest him. He wanted the prospective match to be independent and well educated. 

 

One fine day he got a call from a lady named Sonia Seth. She was Sheena’s mom.  The talk went like this :

 

Vicky : Hello

 

Sonia : Is that Vicky

 

Vicky : Yes

 

Sonia : I am Sonia, Sheena Seth’s mother. We had sent a profile through a matrimonial site.

 

Vicky : Oh yes yes – yaad aaya (now I remember). Namaste aunty.

 

Sonia : Namaste bete kaise ho (how are you)

 

Vicky : ji main theek hoon, aap bataiye (I am fine, you tell)

 

Sonia : Toh beta kya socha aapne profile dekh ke (so what did you think after seeing the profile)

 

Vicky was not interested in profile at all, but thought it will be impolite to refuse flat out, so just to buy time in the hope they will understand that he is not much into the game he told Sonia that his parents were out of town as they had gone for a long tour of all 4 dhams covering across the country and were part of a group which will be visiting four corners of the country via train and hence will be back after 3 weeks or so. To get rid, he further then added that their family astrologer was also travelling to his hometown and would be back in about a month or so.  Nothing faced Sonia.

 

Sonia : Woh toh theek hai – koi baat nahin, but aapko profile kaisee lagi (that’s not a problem but how did you like the profile)

 

Vicky thought to himself “yeh apni beti se shaadi karwa ke hee maanegi” (she will not give up till she gets me married to her daughter) and then spoke “aunty Sheena ki pic se pata chalta hai ki woh kaafi sundar hai aur aap log upper middle class se hain toh obviously Sheena would be a desireable match for many” and added ““Par aunty aap 2-3 pics aur bhej detin sheena ki, if you don’t mind, full body pics, thoda better idea ho jaata hai”  (Sheena is beautiful and you belong to upper middle class, will be a desirable match and then added if she could send 2-3 full body pics of Sheena for a better judgement)

 

Sonia smiled and then tried to tease him and said “kis baat ka idea lena hai – bahut sundar hai hamaari Sheena” (what is that you want to judge – sheena is very beautiful)

 

Vicky said “I am sure – she is beautiful, lagta hai maa be gayi hogi” (may have taken features from her mom)

 

Sonia didn’t know how to respond but then tried to change the topic “pics bhej doongi, but kya tum is Saturday mil sakte ho, kundli wagarah tumhare parents ke aane pe milwa lenge” (will send the pics, but can you two meet, kundlis can be matched once your parents return).

 

Vicky had to say okay and it was decided that they will meet at a mall in West Delhi on coming Saturday.  Meanwhile the pics were sent. Sheena was super sexy. It compelled Vicky to meet her sooner not for marriage but suhagraat

 

On the said date Vicky went to meet Sheena. She had come with her mother Sonia. He had seen Sheena’s pics but Sonia was drop dead gorgeous, didn’t look a day above 30 yrs.  Lovely curves, very fair skin, lush lips, she had it all. No wonder Sheena was so sexy, product of such a super sexy mom.

 

Sonia’s cleavage was on display and Vicky had taken a few glances.

 

Sonia “so kaisee lagi hamaari Sheena – ab toh poori dekh li, sirf pics nahin” (so how did u like our Sheena now that you have seen her fully not only her pics)

 

Vicky looked at Sheena and said “Sheena is very very hot” “meri observation hai ki sundar ladkiyan apni maa par jaati hain” (I have observed, beautiful girls take features from their mom) and continued “facial features hee nahin, poora body type aap jaisa hai” (not only facial features but entire body type is like yours)

 

Sonia and Sheena didn’t know how to react and both smiled.

 

They exchanged contact details including mail ids etc and left.

 

Sheena and Sonia found Vicky to be the right match for marriage.

 

Vicky found Sheena and Sonia to be the perfect match for harem.

 

In the evening Sheena called up Vicky

 

Sheena : Hi Vicky Sheena this side.

 

Vicky : Hi Sheena, how are you.

 

Sheena : Fine. You tell

 

After some more pleasantaries and general discussion…

 

Vicky  : nothing much, dinner ka jugaad bana raha hoon (trying to make dinner)

 

Sheena : Kya bana rahe ho (what are you cooking)

 

Vicky : Simple Daal Chawal

 

Sheena : You can cook

 

Vicky : Haan thoda bahut. Mom Dad dono service mein hain toh kuchh toh aana chahiye (yes a bit. Since both parents are working, need to know)

 

Sheena : hmmmm. Mujhe khana banana nahin aata ( I don’t know how to cook)

 

Vicky : Ameer ghar ki bigdi beti ho – naukar chaakar itne honge (you are rich, used to servants)

 

Sheena : Ameer ho par bigdi nahin (am rich but not spoilt)

 

Vicky : Let me add – Ameer ho aur bahut khoobsoorat bhi. Upparwaale ne tassali se jism tarasha hai tumhara (Rich and very beautiful. God has taken time to sculpt your body)

 

Sheena just didn’t know how to react but said “tum tareef bahut achchi karte ho” (you praise very well)

 

Vicky : “Ab tum ho hee itni hot – toh kyon na tareef karun. You have a very beautiful face and a hot body”

 

Sheena giggled. Vicky asked for her yahoo messenger id and she shared easily.  Vicky shared his.

 

( My real id is vickyvinman at the rate yahoo dot in  - Sheena’s will be Sheena only)

Sheena : “tumne yahoo id kyon lee” (why did you ask for yahoo id)

 

Vicky : “so that we can chat over webcam”

 

Sheena : “Webcam chat pe kya karoge” (what would u do over webcam chat)

 

Vicky : “is taraashe hue jism ko nihaarunga” (will admire this sculpted body)

 

Sheena : oye – kya bol rahe ho. (what are you saying)

 

Vicky : I didn’t say anything wrong. You are super hot.

 

Sheena ; but but…

 

Vicky : Kya itna but but – you have a super sexy Butt

 

Sheena kept silent

 

Vicky didn’t press it further and after another general talk of about 10 minutes ended the call.

 

Next day Sunday – he had come back after fucking one of his bitches. It was evening.  He got a call from Sonia, Sheena’s mom.

 

After general pleasantaries, Sonia moved to the critical part of the meeting.

 

Sonia : So how was the meeting yesterday.

 

Vicky : lovely. Met two very beautiful ladies, meeting toh achhi honi hee thee (meeting was bound to be good)

 

Sonia liked Vicky’s way with words and asked “ so meri sheena se shaadi ke liye haan hai” (so ready to marry my Sheena)

 

“Ab aap jaisee super hot saasu saath mein miley toh kaun na mane” (Who will not agree to have a super sexy mother in law like yourself)

 

Sonia was floored.

 

He added “waise aap Sheena ki badi bahen lagti ho” (you look like her elder sister) toh us hisaab se saali hui (so will be sister in law by that regard)  and continued Mr Seth is very lucky to have you as his wife.

 

He praised her for a few more minutes. Praise bordered on sensuous without being obscene. She loved it. He managed to extract her Yahoo messenger id too. Extraction is perhaps the wrong word. She gave it easily.

 

We will call her id Sonia for protection reasons. Vicky’s id remained same. (same as author’s you are welcome to write to me – vickyvinman at yahoo dot in)

 

After a couple of days, he was in office and his yahoo messenger was on.  He got a ping

 

 

<Sonia> Hi Vicky

 

<Vickyvinman> Hi Mrs Seth

 

S : Hi but why so formal

 

<Vickyvinman> : ab aap aunty kisi angle se nahin lagti toh kya bulaaun. (u don’t look aunty from any angle, so what should I call you)

 

S : Samasya hai (this is a problem) J

 

<Vickyvinman> waise toh aur bhi bahut shabd hain address karne ke liye but aap bura maanogi (there are other words to address you but you will get angry)

 

S : tell me – wont be angry

 

<Vickyvinman> Sure?

 

S – sure

 

<Vickyvinman> soch raha hoon un naamo se bulaaun, jisse apni girl friends ko bulata tha (thinking I should address you the same way I addressed my GFs)

 

S – whaaat?

 

<Vickyvinman> You promised not to be angry. Seems you don’t want a naughty son-in-law but a simpleton.

 

S – Simpleton – no way.

 

<Vickyvinman> J

 

They kept on chatting for some more time. They were breaching new boundaries of closeness. Sheena called Vicky and they spoke for about 30 minutes. They were getting friendlier

 

 

After a few more such talks, one night Vicky was on his laptop Sheena had gone out with her friends. Sonia thought of Vicky and again pinged him

 

S – hi damaad ji

 

<vickyvinman> HI saasu ji

 

S – main saas kab bani (when did I become your Mom-in-Law)

 

<vickyvinman> Jab se main damaad ban gaya (from the time I became your Son in Law)

 

S – LOL

 

<vickyvinman> Aap webcam pe aa sakte ho? (can you come on webcam)

 

S – kyon ? (why)

 

<vickyvinman> apni sexy saasu ko dekhne ka man hai (want to see my sexy mom in law)

 

S – main saas nahin hu ? (am not ur MIL)

 

<vickyvinman> u agree ki sexy ho (u agree u r sexy)

 

She didn’t know what to say

 

<vickyvinman> waise agar shaadi ho gayi toh tayaar rahena ek bahut naughty damaad milne wala hai (Be prepared for a very naughty son in law)

 

S - J

 

<vickyvinman> aap itni young lagti ho, main toh saali maanunga. Sali aadhi gharwali (you look so young, will treat you as sister in law, SIL equals half wife)

 

S - J J

 

<vickyvinman> aur agar shaadi na hui – then we will continue as friends??

 

Sonia thought for a few minutes and then typed YES

 

Vicky smiled.

 

After a few more minutes of generic chit chat.

 

<vickyvinman> you have great dress sense. The saree you wore for the meeting, simply amazing

 

S – Thank you ji J

 

<vickyvinman>  Welcome ji – I am speaking truth. The saree, blouse, its fitting, just perfect.

 

S – tabhi mujhe zyada aur Sheena ko kam dekh rahe thhey J (u were looking at me more than sheena)

 

<vickyvinman>  kya karta – aapne meri aankhon ke focus ko kaid kar liya tha (you locked the focus of my eyes)

 

She smiled.

 

<vickyvinman> what are you wearing

 

S – night gown hai

 

<vickyvinman> webcam pe aa jaao

 

S – nahin

 

<vickyvinman> kyon Sheena ke papa room mein hain (is ur hubby in room)

 

S – No

 

<vickyvinman>  Then

 

S – No

 

<vickyvinman> YES YES YES come

 

Vicky sent a request for video chat which she accepted after a few minutes.  Vicky had changed to his a fitting vest from a loose t-shirt. The vest exposed more of his well toned body.

 

As Sonia came on camera, Vicky could guess why she was hesitating. She was wearing a noodle strap Satin nightie, maroon colour. To save blushes she had covered her shoulders.

 

<vickyvinman> let us type in the box and look at the video. Talking on mic slows down the speed

 

S – ok

 

<vickyvinman> seems my Saali ji is afraid to show her dress

 

S – no way. AC mein thand lag rahi thee (was feeling cold under AC)

 

<vickyvinman> increase the temperature

 

As she increased the temperature, there was no reason left for her to cover her shoulders. And as the piece of cloth was taken off, Vicky saw her milky white glowing sking exposing entire shoulders, upper bosom, more than just a bit of cleavage. Vicky smiled and indicated thumbs up sign.

 

<vickyvinman> wow – looking beautiful

 

S – thanks J

 

<vickyvinman> God has been generous while sculpting your body. Just perfect. Am jealous of Mr Seth

 

S - J

 

<vickyvinman> apne ko toh bhagwaan ne jaldi mein bana diya (god made me in a hurry)

 

Vicky didn’t talk indecent and was making Sonia comfortable. He had planned what he wished to do. For him Sheena’s proposal was a no go. How to get them to bed was the target.

 

As they were about to end their video chat, Vicky typed emojis of kiss and blew a kiss on camera. Wrote goodnight kiss

 

With no other option, Sonia replied back in same vein.

 

 

Next day, Vicky bought two undergarment sets with negligee for Mrs Seth and Sheena and got them delivered anonymously but on two separate days, first for the elder one and after a couple of days for the younger one. Ensured that Mrs Seth’s packet was delivered when Sheena wasn’t home.

 

Sheena called Vicky.

 

Sheena : Hi Vicky thanks

 

Vicky : Thanks for what

 

Sheena : Bholey mat bano (don’t be so innocent)

 

Vicky : kya hua (what happened)

 

Sheena : Gift ke liye

 

Vicky thought no point in playing games as she has judged correctly but was unsure if Sonia has told her anything about hers.

 

Vicky : Oh uske liye – welcome Sheena.  Fitting kaisee lagi (did it fit)

 

Sheena : perfect – but but…. 

 

She became silent since was about to ask how did he guessed the sizes.

 

Vicky : Observation  mam – I observe hot ladies very closely. Kaho toh tumhari mom ke bhi bata du (I can tell even that of ur mom)

 

Sheena : Oye rascal and laughed

 

Vicky : Sheena I will pick you up from your office today after your shift and drop you home.

 

Sheena : but today is my off

 

Vicky : In that case, will pick you from your home.

 

Sheena : ok

 

As the time was fixed, Sheena was thinking that the marriage proposal is firming up.  At the anointed time, Vicky reached their home. It was only Sheena and Sonia at home. Sheena had forgot to tell her about his visit.  Vicky pressed the doorbell and Sonia opened the door.

 

Vicky’s jaw dropped at the sight – anyone’s would.  Sonia with all her curves in white skin white yoga pants and a matching camisole showing ample cleavage and all the upper curves.

 

Vicky : Hello Sonia ji

 

Sonia : Hi Vicky

 

She didn’t feel much uncomfortable and welcomed him in.

 

Vicky was still eyeing and making a note of all her curves. He could make out the shape of boobs and nipples under the camisole.

 

Sonia : So daamaad ji aaja kaise yaad aayi hamaari (so son in law, what brings you here today)

 

Vicky : Yaad toh saasu ji aati rahegi agar saasu itni hot ho, but abhi toh Sheena se milne aaya tha (who can forget such a hot mother in law but right now have come to meet Sheena)

 

Since Vicky had made up his mind to not marry Sheena, he had nothing to lose and could speak his mind.  While saying the above line, he looked at Sonia’s curves deliberately making her a tad uncomfortable. 

 

In the meantime Sheena came and shook hands with him. She was dressed for the occasion. Wore a white skirt straining to reach her knees and the upper part was decorated by a red coloured noodle strap top which showed ample skin. A small purse for mobile etc. 

 

Sheena : Mom ham zara bahar jaa rahe hain (we are going out)

 

Before Sonia could say anything, Vicky intervened.

 

Vicky : Agar aapki permission ho Mrs Seth tabhi jaayenge (only if you permit)

 

Both the ladies smiled at his comment and Sonia nodded in affirmative and said “chaaye peekar jaana padega” (you can leave only after having tea)

 

Vicky smiled and as Sonia got up to go to the kitchen, his eyes followed her drinking in every curve of her body as outlined by the yoga pants. Even cleavage of her ass globes, camel toe as she got up.  Sheena noticed and smiled, Vicky was not the first one to notice Sonia’s charms. Her protruding ass in the kitchen was a marvel to see. Vicky could see from his vantage point.  Anyways post tea session, both left.

 

Vicky was driving the car and Sheena was consistently looking at him and smiling.

 

He looked at her and smiled and asked “kya hua” (what happened)

 

Sheena : you rascal, apni honay wali saas ko aise dekh rahe thhey (looking at ur future mother in law like this)

 

Vicky smiled and said “teri mom hain hot but agar who itni sundar na hotin toh tum bhi itni hot na hoti” (your mom is hot and u r hot cause of her being so beautiful)

 

Sheena – true

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Vicky takes the car to a Water Park on the outskirts of Delhi. It being a working day, crowd was less.

 

Sheena : yeh kahan le aaye ho (where are we)

 

Vicky : Water park – thought will enjoy waters

 

This was going too fast for Sheena’s comfort but on one hand she wanted it to happen and on the other hand wanted to maintain the good girl image.  So it was decided that Vicky would venture into water where as Sheena would enjoy from pool side.  Even that was good for Vicky for he knew if Sheena doesn’t come to him here today will definitely come to him sooner than later after seeing the package in his confines.  So the supremely confident Vicky went to the counter and rented swimming trunks.  Sheena proceeded to the main area and Vicky appeared after some time.  He had tied a towel over his swimming trunks and had a general chit chat with Sheena.

 

After some time he teased her on not being able to join him in the fun and removed his towel and jumped in the pool.  When he jumped he had his back towards her. He did a couple of laps and all the while Sheena was taking his pics with her mobile.  There were a few more babes around, basically dolls of rich men who were in skimpiest of clothing enjoying themselves in pool.  Vicky didn’t take much notice of them.  He didn’t take much notice but his cock did and got into a semi conscious mode.  Sheena was still clicking pics and was impressed with Vicky not looking at those dolls around.

 

As Vicky was coming out of the pool, Sheena was still clicking him. She didn’t realise it immediately but only after she stopped, that Vicky formed a very very formidable tent in his trunks.  He was very well built and his tool was a one of its kind in a way.  She looked at it longingly and then turned away her head.  Vicky had noticed it and was taking his own sweet time in drying himself. He went around the water park enjoying various rides etc fully. Sheena was enjoying what she was seeing.  She too joined him in non wet rides of the water park.  There was a giant wheel. Vicky was now looking reasonably well attired in his shorts and a t-shirt.  As luck would have it there was some problem in the Giant Wheel and it got stuck for some time, Vicky’s enclosure was at the highest point.

 

Vicky holds Sheena’s hand and she looks at him.

 

V : Sheena tum bahut sexy ho ( u r very sexy)

 

A polite thank you was the answer and she returned the compliment.

 

V : Don’t know if parents will agree and also ki kundli milegi ya nahin (don’t know if horoscope will match)

 

S : hmmmm

 

V  : But Sheena main tumhe khona nahin chahata (I don’t want to lose you) Vicky knew such talks will ensure that Sheena will stay committed to Vicky even if marriage proposal is trashed.

 

S : But tum kya parents ko manaane ki koshish nahin karoge  (but wont you try to convince ur parents)

 

V : That I will do – but cannot match horoscopes. Can you promise that we will be friends whatever may be the result.

 

Sheena actually had no answer to this and had to say a yes

 

Vicky just holds Sheena’s face with both his hands and plants a very soft kiss on her lips. Their cube was at the highest point of a very big Giant Wheel.  She looked at him and he could see a smile. An experienced predator like him was not going to let go of this chance.  Again he leaned forward and licked her lips.  And then pressed his with hers and tried to part her lips with his tongue. She too was an experienced chick in these matters and after slight resistance decided to allow the entry of his tongue. As they started melting into each other, the bloody Giant Wheel started the downward movement as it was decided to safely get all the customers and then look at the problem afresh. Safety first.  They could engage in only a 2 minute kiss.

 

The quick kiss did leave a very good impression on Sheena and for him it was a promise of many more things to come his way.  As they got down, Vicky said “kaash yeh ruka hee raheta” (wish it was stuck)

 

She could only smile and then playfully hit his shoulders.

 

Sheena got a call from her mom Sonia as she asks her to return.  Vicky drives her back to her home and before he drops her, they taste each other’s saliva for a few more minutes.

 

At home, Sheena shows her mom the pics she clicked and had many good things to say about Vicky. Naturally she hid the juicy parts.

 

In some of the pics, Sonia’s eyes widened. The swimming trunks had got wet and an outline of semi awake python was there to see. Even Sheena hadn’t realized when she had clicked pics, though she had noted the dimensions otherwise.  Both mom and son made note of the size.

 

Vicky called Sheena as he reached home

 

V : “ Hi sheena”

 

S : “Hi Vicky – ghar pahunch gaye” (reached home?)

 

V : “ji bilkul.  Have ordered the food” (yes) and then continued “waise sweet dish toh pahele hee mil gayi” (though tasted sweet dish earlier)

 

She giggled

 

V : “honey you have very tasty lips”

 

She smiles and says nothing.

 

V : “yaar u clicked pics, bhej de” (pls send the pics you clicked) and then continued “meri toh nangi wali pics kheench leen aur apna kuchh bhi nahin” (you clicked my semi nude pics and nothing from you)

 

Sheena laughed aloud and then said “maine aaj ki saari pics mom ko bhi dikha deen” (showed all pics to mom also)

 

V : “hmmmm what did she say”

 

S : “said good pics”

 

After such chit chat where Vicky now spoke unabashedly about the kiss and her body etc., he ended the call.

 

At night as he got on his yahoo messenger, he found Sonia online, after general pleasantaries they chatted about the outing that day.

 

S : “so how was your date with Sheena”

 

V : “as it should be with such an attractive daughter of a very attractive mother”

 

Sonia smiled at his choice of words.

 

S : “kyon mujh jaisee buddhee ki tareef karte rahete ho” (why do you keep praising an oldie like me)

 

V : “The one I saw today afternoon was in no way a Buddhi – she was sexy as hell’

 

One thing had happened in last one day was that Vicky had matched the horoscopes – no way in the world, any astrologer would have given the go ahead. He was not a Manglik but the girl was, guun 11 out of 36 and many other considerations were all negative. So he had nothing, absolutely nothing to lose.

 

Sonia smiled and since it was a video chat, Vicky could see her smiling and smiled back.

 

V : “one request”

 

S : “what request”

 

V : “jab bhi ghar aaun, aap aaj wali dress mein milna” (whenever I come home, please meet me in today’s dress)

 

S : “oye” said she in mock anger. “tumhari saas ban gayi toh” (what if I become your mom in law)

 

V : “Aapko saas nahin balki badi saali maanunga, saali aadhi gharwali” (wont consider you as mother in law but my sister in law which is considered equiv to half wife)

 

Sonia laughed at his comments.

 

Vicky was encouraged by her response and then added “Aadhi gharwali aur woh bhi night shift wali” (half shift wife and that too night shift)

 

Sonia was in playful mood and took it sportingly.

 

V : “aapne aaj wali pics dekhin?” (did you see today’s pics)

 

S : “haan dekhin” (yes)

 

V : “meri swimming wali bhi” (my swimming ones too)

 

S : “hann” (yes)

 

V : “toh madam kaisee lagi apne honay wale chhote jija ki body” (so how did you like body of your younger bro in law) now he was talking as an equal with Sonia. The respect associated with a Mom in Law had changed to flirtations allowed with Sis in Law.

 

 

S : “The one I saw today afternoon was sexy as hell” said she using his words used to describe her a few minutes ago.

 

Vicky smiled and wrote “itni sexy saali ke jija ko bhi sexy hona chahiye” (bro in law of such a sexy sis in law should be sexy) and then continued “if you wish I can show the same dress as I wore for the pic”

 

Sonia laughed aloud and shook her head in negative. Vicky didn’t pursue beyond it.

 

V : “my darling saali ji, saw a few nighties in the Ambience Mall, was imagining how you would look in them – want to buy it for you”

 

S : “Sheena ko shopping karwao – why me” (shop for Sheena not me)

 

V : “who said I wont take Sheena some day – sexy dresses for sexy bodies”

 

S : “ you like her a lot”

 

V : “ I like her body a lot and yours even more”

 

Sonia was just silent though loved the compliment.

 

V : “so did those two anonymous clothes delivered fit in well”

 

Sonia could only manage a “you” in response.

 

V  : “Yes madame, it was your humble servant”

 

S : “but why for me”

 

V : “sexy clothes on a sexy body look even better. Just curious to know, was my judgement of your 36D-28-38 figure correct”

 

Sonia just didn’t know what to say cause the figure measurement was just perfect and could only manage a “hmmmm” in response.

 

Both were silent for a few seconds.

 

V : “tomorrow its off for me but not for Sheena, I will come to meet you”

 

Sonia said “what time” which gave away her eagerness but then she composed herself.

 

V : “jab Mr Seth ghar pe na hon” (when Mr Seth is not at home)

 

Sonia kept silent for a few more seconds and then said “usually woh 11 baje chale jaate hain aur phir raat ko 9-10 baje aate hain” (usually leaves by 11 and returns by 9-10pm)

 

 

Both stared at each other through webcam and then blew a few kisses on the camera and wrote good night.

 

She too wrote good night and smiled at the kisses.

 

Next morning, he was all dressed for the occasion and called Sheena just to check if she had gone to her office. After the usual lovie-dovies he got the desired info and then didn’t tell her that he was going to her house.

 

At around 12noon he called up Sonia to know if the coast was clear. She gave all clear response.  Sonia also asked him to not tell Sheena as she may misunderstand.

 

He carried a small bouquet and gave it to Sonia as she opened the door. She was dressed like yesterday but a different colour combination of tight yoga pants and camisole.

 

Vicky moved in front and just hugged Sonia and whispered “darling saali you are so fucking hot”

 

Sonia was a modern woman and was used to liberal use of F word.

 

The maid brought water tea etc. Sonia prepared the tea herself and while doing so was bending forward providing ample cleavage on display.

 

She knew he was watching, he knew that she knew of his view.  He was wearing a trouser which actually showcased his tool very prominently. It was a goof up by the tailor but used by Vicky to good effect a few times.

 

In an effort to catch Vicky on the wrong foot, she suddenly asked him “kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you looking at) and expected him to get flustered but he answered very coolly “36D”

 

She just didn’t know how to react.

 

He smiled.

 

From corner of her eye she could see a good sized impression in his trousers.

 

“Darling Saali ji” he continued, “though your dress is same as yesterday but somehow you are looking a bit more sexier in this one”

 

She decided to play along and said “Thank you Jiju but Sheena didi se shaadi ke baad bhool mat jaana humein” (but don’t forget me after you have married Sheena didi)

 

He knew how it was going and decided to make it dirtier “darling saali ji – kuchh toh aisa karo ki shaadi ke baad bhi yaad rakkhun” (do something that I continue to remember you post marriage with your sister)

 

“kya karun jiju darling” (what do I do Jiju) she was enjoying this game.

 

“jaaneman itni sexy lag rahi toh toh phir kuchh waisa hee karo” (darling you are look sexy and do something on those lines) saying this Vicky looked at her inch by inch and spent a few minutes on scanning every part with special focus on boobs and camel toe visible, ass shape etc.

 

Just as it was getting saucier, the maid came in to spoil the game and asked what she should cook etc. 

 

As Sonia was talking to the maid, Vicky smsd her “I am leaving right now, you too come out and meet me at the mall, so that maid doesn’t tell Sheena that we went out together”

 

Sonia read the message and gave him a nod of approval.

 

He left and then smsd “look sexy darling saali ji”

 

She sent a smiley in response.

 

After about an hour or so, she smsd him, I have just come out, taking an auto to reach you at the mall.

 

Vicky silently spent next few minutes on sipping a juice and looking at some chicks.

 

He got a call from Sonia in due course informing him of her arrival.  He went down to meet her at the gate.  He had a double look at her, she just looked stunning in one piece noodle strap dress reaching out till a few inches above knees and encased her boobs and ass very nicely.  Looked sensuous without looking vulgar.

 

He just went ahead and hugged her and then whispered “darling saali you are looking super duper hot, neeyat kharaab karaogi”

 

She was wearing a stoll over her shoulders to cover her skin show.  It was such a delicious mixture of looking sensuous without looking vulgar, showcasing curves without looking desperate. The lady had some taste thought Vicky.

 

Vicky complimented a hell lot. She enjoyed and now it was either Sonia or Sexy saali.  She too was calling him Jiju Jiju.

 

They went to a shop for buying a few sarees and dresses.

 

He showed her the transparent dresses and now reference to her 36D was more brazen, though via looks. 

 

He didn’t do anything in the shop due to paucity of solitude but the sexual tension between them was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

 

She spent a few thousands on her dresses.

 

He then took her to a bar-cum-restaurant with a dance floor.

 

It was late afternoon and very few people were there.  The restaurant was good, she took wine along with the lunch, he drank in her beauty alongwith the lunch.  Slow romantic numbers were playing.  As they finished lunch, she wine and he still continued drinking in her beauty, the waiter got the bill.

 

Vicky paid. She was insisting. 

 

“Yeh treat Jiju ki taraf se” (from your Jiju) said he and smiled.

 

She too smiled and she was crossing the dance floor, Vicky just pulled her for a dance. It was a slow number. Since not many were around and given the sexual tension prevailing since she entered the mall, she was a bit reluctant.  Vicky still manage to persuade her.

 

They started dancing close and were getting comfortable so close to each other. Both knew something may happen.

 

Both wanted.

 

One a bit more brazen and the other a bit more discreet.

 

They were holding hands while dancing at first.

 

Then Vicky took charge and placed his hands on her lower back and held the other in his and she placed it on his shoulders.  She felt the strong muscles and felt happy that she can do this to a very young eligible bachelor.

 

As the tension eased with music, they came a bit more closer.

 

Song changed and now Vicky had both his hands near her hips and his lips near her.

 

Not a word was spoken.  The eyes were locked in an eye ball to eye ball conflict.  He slowly took his hands just above her ass and gave one soft press, they were dancing on one corner of the floor.  A dark corner. She looked at him and tried to move away.  He turned her around and now her hips were in direct contact with his shaft that had led so many before her to his harem.

 

“Sonia” he whispered in her ear “I want you” and slightly pushed in his cock to ram home the main point.

 

“hmmm nahin Vicky, Sheena hai na” (no Vicky sheena is there) she reasoned

 

“Aur agar main sheena se shaadi na karun toh” (what if I don’t marry her)

 

Before she could answer, her hubby called her bringing her back to senses and she left the restaurant and told partial truth that how she ran into Vicky in the mall and then both went for the lunch.  Thinking that it is the least she could do for her prospective son in law, Mr Seth felt very happy.

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Same evening, Vicky got a call from his parents that they are in final phase of their holy site tour and were visiting temples and sites in south India. All was going as per plan. His parents were not alone. A couple of his dad’s brothers and their wives and 2-3 of his elder cousins and their wives were also part of the troupe. This ensured that he had no worries on safety & security front.

 

 

He had told Sonia that she should tell Sheena that Vicky happened to come to their place since was waiting for someone and the person had got late and then she ran into him at the mall. This would ensure that Sheena and Mr Seth didn’t get suspicious. She complied. It meant she too wanted to keep somethings secret, why – we will see.

 

That night Sheena called him.

 

Sheena : Hi darling – what’s up

 

V : Darling thinking of you and now that you too have called, chhota Vicky is getting up.

 

S : Chhota Vicky kaun?

 

V : Darling the one you liked when you saw in my swimming trunks

 

Sheena was cornered. Vicky had told that his tool was getting erect cause of her and she too liked seeing it and he had noticed it on the day they went out.

 

Sheena : Woh woh … she was speechless

 

V : Kya bol rahi ho jaan, it is ok. You should be proud that your sight can do this to men. You are one sexy bitch.

 

S : Vicky kya main bitch hoon? (Am I a bitch)

 

V : Yes but a very sexy one… muuuahhhh and he continued “chal webcam pe aa tujhe dekhna hai” (come on webcam, want to see you)

 

She complied.

 

As the screen came up, Sheena saw Vicky only his briefs and nothing else with his python forming a very formidable impression.  She smiled.

 

He typed : “tumse kya sharmana, you have seen me like this”

 

S : “woh toh hai” (true) and sent a smiley.

 

Vicky just adjusted his cock a couple of times just to reemphasize the point.

 

V : “darling sheenu, you have seen my goods, apna samaan dikhao” (show your goods too)

 

S : “oye kya bol rahe ho” (what are you saying)

 

V : “Sach bolna, you like what you see?”

 

She kept silent and just nodded in affirmative.

 

He smiled and then wrote “my super sexy bitch” and added “dekhna hai?” (want to see it)

 

She smiled and nodded in negative meakly.

 

He smiled and wrote “ja darwaza band kar le” (go and shut the door)

“already band hai” responded the sexy bitch (already closed)

 

“dekhna hai mera” (want to see my tool) he further implored

 

She still nodded a bit more meekly in negative.

 

V : “koi baat nahin but darling main toh undergarments mein hoon, tum bhi aa jaao na – want to see ur sexy sexy body” (I am in my undergarments, you do the same)

 

Still nodded in negative.

 

Vicky turned around and brought down his briefs to his ankles and turned around. The python was in semi conscious state.

 

She saw – He conquered

 

It was huge. Her mouth just opened in shock & awe as had happened with so many before her. She had taken a few but this was in a league of its own.  And with Vicky’s well toned body, it looked great.

 

Vicky sat in front of webcam and typed “liked it”

 

Sheena didn’t nod negative this time.  Vicky was fisting his cock.  Cock grew till 80-85% of its full strength.  He covered it with a towel.

 

She was disappointed but couldn’t ask him.

 

He proceeded “dekhna hai” (want to see it)

 

A short nod in affirmative was in order.

 

“Mujhe tera jism dekhna hai” (want to see your body) wrote Vicky commandingly.

 

She still nodded in negative and put some cloth over the camera. Vicky couldn’t see anything. He didn’t care. He knew she is thinking about the Anaconda. Let her chew over it. 

 

After some time, he switched off his camera.

 

As clock was about to strike 12, he got an sms from Sonia.

 

“you awake or sleeping”

 

“awake – come on chat or call” he responded

 

Webchat was the preferred option.

 

He used the option of being invisible to Sheena for some time and started chatting with Sonia. He was a bit formal to start with.

 

After a few exchanges, she used Jiju. He smiled.

 

“So meri darling saali ji, Sheena ke daddy kahan hain” (Where is Sheena’s dad)

“Has gone out with some friends, will be late, very late. But why saying Sheena’s dad, why not your husband” she queried.

 

“Dil ko bahela rahe hain ki meri sexy saali abhi tak kuwaari hai” (wishful thinking that my sexy sis in law is unmarried) he responded.

 

“oye hoye – aur kya karke bahela rahe ho dil ko” (what else you are thinking to feel happy) she further asked

 

“soch nahin raha tha yaad kar raha tha – aajka dance” (wasn’t thinking but remembering today’s dance) he made obvious reference to their body contact without saying so.

 

Hmmmm was the response.

 

“your body against mine felt great – hoped u liked mine’s touch too” unabashedly he made reference to his cock touching her ass.

 

“Jiju you are very naughty” she said trying to lighten the mood.

 

He was not letting it go “and you love your naughty jiju my dear sexy saali”

 

“yes Jiju”

 

“and I love you Sonia”

 

Sonia knew the tone in which it was said but continued the Jiju-Saali act.

 

He brought her back to the point “Sonia did it feel the same way you saw it”

 

She knew there was nothing to say now – nowhere to hide.  She went back to the memory of dance floor and imagined it on her ass and how good it felt an involuntarily typed  “hmmm” as if she was in a trance.

 

And as she realized what she had typed and then wrote sorry.

 

“don’t be – admit it you liked it. Many before you have felt and enjoyed it. Don’t want to say it no issues” wrote Vicky

 

She didn’t respond. Vicky could see her face was tense. In an effort to lighten her mood he said, “Sonia lets do a roleplay on chat. I am your daughter sheena’s bf and we meet and then proceed.  Will keep it naughty. Ok?”

 

Sounded fun to her and she gave her assent.

 

So as per the roleplay it was decided that Vicky goes to meet Sheena at her place but ends up on a wrong day, instead of Sheena being alone its Sonia who is alone.

 

Ding dong

 

V : hello mam is Sheena there

 

S : who are you

V : I am Vicky, her friend.

 

S : So you are Vicky, have heard a lot about you from her

 

V : Hope achha suna hoga

 

S : smiley

 

V : Mam where is Sheena

 

S : you are her boyfriend, you should have known about her travel today. Will be back tomorrow

 

V : Oh shit – sorry, got the dates wrong.  Thought she was here and you were going today – oh sorry

 

S : hmmm planning to meet in my absence – smiles

 

V ; Yes mam – hope you don’t mind

 

S : What can I do – you both are going out together

 

V : Mam hope you wont mind if I call you Sonia ji

 

S : I wont but why

 

V : you look like her elder sister at best, certainly not her mom. Had I seen you earlier, may have had second thoughts about proposing to Sheena

 

S : you naughty and laughs. Vicky hope you don’t mind but I have to go to the mall.

 

V : I too had same plans with Sheena, can I give you a lift, I am on my bike.

 

S ; oh ok – you wait I will change. Comes out wearing a jeans and a t-shirt

 

V : Wow Sonia ji, you look awesome. Goes ahead and hugs her.  You feel his body against yours.

 

S : hmmmm

 

V : As they sit on the bike, he keeps on applying brakes to make ur 36D boobs hit his back.

 

Sonia laughs and types “isme bhi 36D” Vicky responds “ab itne perfect hain toh why change”

 

S : Vicky itni brakes kyon laga rahe ho

 

V : Sonia ji aisa mauka shayad phir na miley and smiles

 

S : Smiles and Vicky sees in the rear view mirror.

 

V  : As they enter the shop, there is huge rush, Vicky places himself behind Sonia to feel her ass.

Vicky then asks Sonia “mazaa aa raha hai” (enjoying)

 

A big YES was the response.

 

“should we make it a bit more naughtier” asks Vicky

 

Sonia gives a hmmmm

 

Back to roleplay – Vicky is holding Sonia by her shoulders and still glued to her ass. Sonia is feeling his big cock on her lush ass.

 

Vicky calls Sonia on phone

 

Sonia : kya hua Vicky – call kyon kiya (why did you call)

 

Vicky : Now roleplay will continue along with webcam and our talks.

 

Sonia : OK Jiju

 

Vicky : Talk via Bluetooth piece

 

She does that.

 

Vicky : Now we both will talk for the roleplay, ok sexy saali ji

 

Sonia : hmmmm

 

V : Sonia ji bheed bahut hai – But I don’t mind (it’s a mad rush here)

 

S : tumhe kyon kharaab lagega, you are enjoying

 

V ; I push my lund in your ass a bit more, feeling it babes

 

S : hmmmmm

 

V : You rub ur ass on my tool. Sonia imagine doing it in a big shop

 

S ; hmmmm was the soft moaning that Vicky hears.

 

V : Sonia get up and sway your ass as if doing in the shop

 

Sonia gets up as in trance and sways her ass

 

V : Whispers Sonia ji you have amazing ass

 

S : Thanks Vicky

 

Vicky hugs you from behind as if holding you in mad rush and his hands gently touch your boobs

 

Sonia lets out an ‘aah” involuntarily, Vickys knows he is pressing the right buttons.

 

Her eyes are half closed and by then Vicky is in his briefs only.

 

V : Sonia just press ur boobs sofly for your Jiju, do it babes

 

Sonia’s hands go to her boobs and touches them.

 

V : you like Vicky touching your boobs from behind

 

S : hmmmmm sexy

 

V : You want your Jiju to touch you

 

S : yes jiju

 

V : rub your pussy for me

 

As Sonia’s hands are about to touch her pussy, she has a quick glance at the package in briefs – it was big.  Her eyes widen and then close. She starts rubbing her pussy.

 

V : take my name

 

S : Vicky Vicky Vicky

 

V : Turn around and show ur ass to webcam

 

Sonia is complies like an obedient student

 

V : press it

 

As she was doing and grooving her ass, the phone rings and she comes out of her spell. It was Mr Seth’s call.

 

Vicky closes the chat before it could go further. A very important milestone had reached.

 

For some reason, the next day Vicky was on leave. Had some work to attend to and when he went for the same to the office, came to know that the person concerned is on leave. So he had a lot of time to kill.

 

He went back home and was thinking of fucking someone from his harem when his phone rang – it was Sonia.

 

V – Hi Mrs Seth

 

S – Hello Vicky

 

V – How are you

 

S – Vicky itni formality kyon (why so formal)

 

V – As you say Sexy Saali

 

S – That’s better Jiju. Vicky yesterday we had crossed the line, we shouldn’t have.

V – Which line Sonia ji.

 

S – You know it. Main bahek gayi thee (I had lost it)

 

V – I loved the scene

 

S – It is wrong

 

V – Why

 

S – Galat hai bas (its wrong period)

 

V – Mrs Seth you loved the feeling yesterday.

 

S – No I didn’t but but….

 

Vicky Smiles

 

V – Toh ab aagey kya (so next what)

 

S – Nothing. You will marry Sheena and life will continue…

 

V – What if I were to not marry Sheena

 

S – Toh kya hua – baat khatm ho jaayegi (so what – matter will end here) she said sounding a bit confident.

 

Same evening, Vicky got a call from his parents that they are in final phase of their holy site tour and were visiting temples and sites in south India. All was going as per plan. His parents were not alone. A couple of his dad’s brothers and their wives and 2-3 of his elder cousins and their wives were also part of the troupe. This ensured that he had no worries on safety & security front.


He had told Sonia that she should tell Sheena that Vicky happened to come to their place since he was waiting for someone and the person had got late and then she ran into him at the mall. This would ensure that Sheena and Mr Seth didn’t get suspicious. She complied. It meant she too wanted to keep somethings secret, why – we will see.

That night Sheena called him.

Sheena : Hi darling – what’s up

V : Darling thinking of you and now that you too have called, chhota Vicky is getting up.

S : Chhota Vicky kaun?

V : Darling the one you liked when you saw in my swimming trunks

Sheena was cornered. Vicky had told that his tool was getting erect cause of her and she too liked seeing it and he had noticed it on the day they went out.

Sheena : Woh woh … she was speechless

V : Kya bol rahi ho jaan, it is ok. You should be proud that your sight can do this to men. You are one sexy bitch.

S : Vicky kya main bitch hoon? (Am I a bitch)

V : Yes but a very sexy one… muuuahhhh and he continued “chal webcam pe aa tujhe dekhna hai” (come on webcam, want to see you)

She complied.

As the screen came up, Sheena saw Vicky only his briefs and nothing else with his python forming a very formidable impression. She smiled.

He typed : “tumse kya sharmana, you have seen me like this” 

S : “woh toh hai” (true) and sent a smiley.

Vicky just adjusted his cock a couple of times just to reemphasize the point.

V : “darling sheenu, you have seen my goods, apna samaan dikhao” (show your goods too)

S : “oye kya bol rahe ho” (what are you saying)

V : “Sach bolna, you like what you see?”

She kept silent and just nodded in affirmative.

He smiled and then wrote “my super sexy bitch” and added “dekhna hai?” (want to see it)

She smiled and nodded in negative meakly.

He smiled and wrote “ja darwaza band kar le” (go and shut the door)
“already band hai” responded the sexy bitch (already closed)

“dekhna hai mera” (want to see my tool) he further implored

She still nodded a bit more meekly in negative.

V : “koi baat nahin but darling main toh undergarments mein hoon, tum bhi aa jaao na – want to see ur sexy sexy body” (I am in my undergarments, you do the same)

Still nodded in negative.

Vicky turned around and brought down his briefs to his ankles and turned around. The python was in semi conscious state.

She saw – He conquered

It was huge. Her mouth just opened in shock & awe as had happened with so many before her. She had taken a few but this was in a league of its own. And with Vicky’s well toned body, it looked great.

Vicky sat in front of webcam and typed “liked it” 

Sheena didn’t nod negative this time. Vicky was fisting his cock. Cock grew till 80-85% of its full strength. He covered it with a towel.

She was disappointed but couldn’t ask him.

He proceeded “dekhna hai” (want to see it)

A short nod in affirmative was in order.

“Mujhe tera jism dekhna hai” (want to see your body) wrote Vicky commandingly.

She still nodded in negative and put some cloth over the camera. Vicky couldn’t see anything. He didn’t care. He knew she is thinking about the Anaconda. Let her chew over it. 

After some time, he switched off his camera.

As clock was about to strike 12, he got an sms from Sonia. 

“you awake or sleeping”

“awake – come on chat or call” he responded

Webchat was the preferred option.

He used the option of being invisible to Sheena for some time and started chatting with Sonia. He was a bit formal to start with.

After a few exchanges, she used Jiju. He smiled.

“So meri darling saali ji, Sheena ke daddy kahan hain” (Where is Sheena’s dad)
“Has gone out with some friends, will be late, very late. But why saying Sheena’s dad, why not your husband” she queried.

“Dil ko bahela rahe hain ki meri sexy saali abhi tak kuwaari hai” (wishful thinking that my sexy sis in law is unmarried) he responded.

“oye hoye – aur kya karke bahela rahe ho dil ko” (what else you are thinking to feel happy) she further asked

“soch nahin raha tha yaad kar raha tha – aajka dance” (wasn’t thinking but remembering today’s dance) he made obvious reference to their body contact without saying so.

Hmmmm was the response.

“your body against mine felt great – hoped u liked mine’s touch too” unabashedly he made reference to his cock touching her ass.

“Jiju you are very naughty” she said trying to lighten the mood.

He was not letting it go “and you love your naughty jiju my dear sexy saali”

“yes Jiju”

“and I love you Sonia”

Sonia knew the tone in which it was said but continued the Jiju-Saali act.

He brought her back to the point “Sonia did it feel the same way you saw it”

She knew there was nothing to say now – nowhere to hide. She went back to the memory of dance floor and imagined it on her ass and how good it felt an involuntarily typed “hmmm” as if she was in a trance.

And as she realized what she had typed and then wrote sorry.

“don’t be – admit it you liked it. Many before you have felt and enjoyed it. Don’t want to say it no issues” wrote Vicky

She didn’t respond. Vicky could see her face was tense. In an effort to lighten her mood he said, “Sonia lets do a roleplay on chat. I am your daughter sheena’s bf and we meet and then proceed. Will keep it naughty. Ok?”

Sounded fun to her and she gave her assent.

So as per the roleplay it was decided that Vicky goes to meet Sheena at her place but ends up on a wrong day, instead of Sheena being alone its Sonia who is alone.

Ding dong

V : hello mam is Sheena there

S : who are you
V : I am Vicky, her friend.

S : So you are Vicky, have heard a lot about you from her

V : Hope achha suna hoga (hope it was positive)

S : smiley

V : Mam where is Sheena

S : you are her boyfriend, you should have known about her travel today. Will be back tomorrow

V : Oh shit – sorry, got the dates wrong. Thought she was here and you were going today – oh sorry

S : hmmm planning to meet in my absence – smiles

V ; Yes mam – hope you don’t mind

S : What can I do – you both are going out together

V : Mam hope you wont mind if I call you Sonia ji

S : I wont but why

V : you look like her elder sister at best, certainly not her mom. Had I seen you earlier, may have had second thoughts about proposing to Sheena

S : you naughty and laughs. Vicky hope you don’t mind but I have to go to the mall.

V : I too had same plans with Sheena, can I give you a lift, I am on my bike.

S ; oh ok – you wait I will change. Comes out wearing a jeans and a t-shirt

V : Wow Sonia ji, you look awesome. Goes ahead and hugs her. You feel his body against yours.

S : hmmmm

V : As they sit on the bike, he keeps on applying brakes to make ur 36D boobs hit his back.

Sonia laughs and types “isme bhi 36D” Vicky responds “ab itne perfect hain toh why change”

S : Vicky itni brakes kyon laga rahe ho

V : Sonia ji aisa mauka shayad phir na miley and smiles 

S : Smiles and Vicky sees in the rear view mirror.

V : As they enter the shop, there is huge rush, Vicky places himself behind Sonia to feel her ass.
Vicky then asks Sonia “mazaa aa raha hai” (enjoying)

A big YES was the response.

“should we make it a bit more naughtier” asks Vicky

Sonia gives a hmmmm

Back to roleplay – Vicky is holding Sonia by her shoulders and still glued to her ass. Sonia is feeling his big cock on her lush ass.

Vicky calls Sonia on phone 

Sonia : kya hua Vicky – call kyon kiya (why did you call)

Vicky : Now roleplay will continue along with webcam and our talks.

Sonia : OK Jiju

Vicky : Talk via Bluetooth piece

She does that.

Vicky : Now we both will talk for the roleplay, ok sexy saali ji

Sonia : hmmmm

V : Sonia ji bheed bahut hai – But I don’t mind (it’s a mad rush here)

S : tumhe kyon kharaab lagega, you are enjoying

V ; I push my lund in your ass a bit more, feeling it babes

S : hmmmmm

V : You rub ur ass on my tool. Sonia imagine doing it in a big shop

S ; hmmmm was the soft moaning that Vicky hears.

V : Sonia get up and sway your ass as if doing in the shop

Sonia gets up as in trance and sways her ass

V : Whispers Sonia ji you have amazing ass

S : Thanks Vicky

Vicky hugs you from behind as if holding you in mad rush and his hands gently touch your boobs

Sonia lets out an ‘aah” involuntarily, Vickys knows he is pressing the right buttons.

Her eyes are half closed and by then Vicky is in his briefs only.

V : Sonia just press ur boobs sofly for your Jiju, do it babes

Sonia’s hands go to her boobs and touches them.

V : you like Vicky touching your boobs from behind

S : hmmmmm sexy

V : You want your Jiju to touch you

S : yes jiju

V : rub your pussy for me

As Sonia’s hands are about to touch her pussy, she has a quick glance at the package in briefs – it was big. Her eyes widen and then close. She starts rubbing her pussy.

V : take my name

S : Vicky Vicky Vicky

V : Turn around and show ur ass to webcam

Sonia is complies like an obedient student

V : press it

As she was doing and grooving her ass, the phone rings and she comes out of her spell. It was Mr Seth’s call.

Vicky closes the chat before it could go further. A very important milestone had reached.

He didn’t want to be visible to Sheena for obvious reasons, wanted to torture her a bit.

For some reason, the next day Vicky was on leave. Had some work to attend to and when he went for the same to the office, came to know that the person concerned is on leave. So he had a lot of time to kill.

He went back home and was thinking of fucking someone from his harem when his phone rang – it was Sonia.

V – Hi Mrs Seth

S – Hello Vicky

V – How are you 

S – Vicky itni formality kyon (why so formal)

V – As you say Sexy Saali 

After a few more lines of interaction Vicky decided to push the envelope

V – Sexy Saali a big thanks from your Jiju

S – kyon (why)

V – aapne wohi kiya jo maine kaha (u did as I said). Waise bataana (by the way tell) how was it thinking its me holding u from behind

Sonia moves back to last night and then very soon comes back
S – Vicky it was wrong

V – But you enjoyed it

S – Phir bhi Galat tha (still it was wrong)

V – Why

S – Bas tha (it was). Tumhari Shaadi ki baat chal rahi hai meri beti se (we are discussing your marriage with my daughter)

V – bas yahi baat hai (is it only this)

Sonia didn’t know what to say. She had painted herself in a corner by making it conditional on marriage

V – Sonia your hubby doesn’t love you as you should be. Forget the marriage proposal. I will fuck Sheena and will tell her before that our horoscopes don’t match. 

V – You are my dream woman Sonia. I want you. I know you too want me but afraid

S – nahin aisa nahin hai (its not like that)

V – Sonia, main apni car mein tumhare ghar ke mod pe wait karunga, aaogi toh mujhe achha lagega. (I will wait in my car at the turn of your house. Will love if you come) We will discuss your doubts, Otherwise bye bye.

V – will miss you in case we don’t meet again. Sending a pic of something you saw hidden yesterday. And he had sent a pic of his python in full glory.

Sonia was aghast. 

Within a few seconds the questions changed from How could he do that? to How can something be so big?

At the set time, Vicky reached the point. He had taken permission to use the farm house from his friend. The caretakers were call to take good care of Vicky saab and his special guests. The farm house belonged to his Friend Vikas with whom he had shared Charmaine or Sherry and then her mom.

Vicky waited there for almost half an hour and when he was about to leave, he saw Sonia coming out of her house. She was dressed to kill in a one piece red coloured dress coming upto her knees and had noodle straps. Without exchanging a word she sat in the car and Vicky started driving.

After sometime Vicky started 

V- Sonia thanks for coming. You are looking sexy as hell

Sonia is silent.

V – you liked the pic.

Sonia just looked outside though Vicky could see a suppressed smile at corner of her lips.

As the car reached the Farm House, the guard saw Vicky saab and opened the door. He knew what to do. He knew what Vicky saab did when he brought a female along. He also enjoyed a lot since Vicky did sex in the open.

Any which ways. Vicky and Sonia moved in.

Bahadur, the guard-cum-servant got the tea etc for the guests.

After tea etc, Vicky gave a 100 Rs note to Bahadur indicating him to guest lost.

He took Sonia towards the swimming pool at the back side of the Farm house. 

They are standing by the huge window in the bedroom overlooking pool. Vicky comes behind her and keeps hands on her shoulders. 

Vicky kisses her exposed shoulders

She shivers and moves sideways

Vicky goes behind her and holds her a bit more strongly and rubs his cock on her ass with greater pressure.

V – Sonia I love you

S – no no no

Vicky rubs his mammoth cock a bit more making it difficult for Sonia to resist.

V – Hum dono ko pata hai why we are here. So enjoy

Saying this he holds her 36D with love and then massages them. You are just perfect Sonia whispers Vicky. She leans back into his chest.

Her resolve had gone with the wind after having seen the pic of his cock and before that having felt it.

Vicky rains kisses on her exposed back, neck, she grinds her ass more into him.

He turns her around and for the first time since she sat in his car, their eyes meet. 

Both set of eyes expectant

Both set of eyes felt victorious 

Both set of eyes full of lust

And both set of eyes ready for the plunge

Vicky lifts her face and licks her lips. She lets out a hmmmmm. Now Vicky is more forceful, pressing his lips to his and then moving further to a French kiss. Sonia was a modern woman who knew these tricks. Soon both tongues intertwined, soon both lips played with each other, soon both throats gulped each other’s saliva.

After about good 8-10 minutes of French kissing both disengaged, gasping for a bit of breath. Vicky opened his clothes in flash and stood before her in his birthday suit. 

Her eyes moved to his crotch. It looked even bigger than the pic. Sonia’s eyes were locked on his big cock. She was in a trance.

Vicky asked her “pakadna hai” (you want to hold it)

She nodded.

Vicky took her hand and placed it on his cock.

She shook his cock.

He started removing her clothes and got her in birthday suit as well.

She thought it was time to go towards the bed. She was wrong. He lifted her on his broad shoulders and moved towards the pool.

He threw her in the pool and then jumped in himself.

Before she could gather what happened, she found herself in Vicky’s arms.

Vicky was kissing her, sucking her boobs, rubbing her pussy and at times fingering her ass too….

All this was happening out in open and only Bahadur was witness to this game.

Sonia had moved towards one end of the pool with much better shade and had her arms locked around Vicky’s neck.

Both were kissing and playing with each other unabashedly.

He lifted her and she locked her legs around his waist.

V – Sexy saali Jiju ko kitni khushi dogi

S – Jo kaho mere sexy jiju

They move out and he lies down on a poolside chair

Sonia moves and lays on top of Vicky and starts grinding her crotch on his.

They engage in a kiss

V – Sexy saasu, show what you have

Sonia starts sucking his cock and brings it to a very firm hard state and starts riding him.

She bends forward to kiss him

She bends forward to rub her boobs on his chest

She bends forward to entice him to suck her boobs

She grinds her pussy in a manner to give maximum pleasure to Vicky

Her eyes are closed and she is screaming. Not willing to think what if someone comes.

Unknown to her someone was coming to witness and join the fun……

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It was Sheena. Vicky had told her to reach the Farm House for some fun. She knew it was for Sex and she was ready for it. Dressed in her best, she drove in. The guard was well instructed and paid too to do the needful.

 

The sexy young lass was escorted in and was asked to move towards the pool.

 

As she reached the pool, she could see a man standing on the floor, a lady in doggy style on a poolchair.  Man holding the woman by hair and was fucking her wildly. Both were screaming to their heart’s content. For once she thought that Vicky is late or she should leave but then sight was too erotic to be missed. Only glitch was she was unable to see their faces. Their backs faced her.

 

Her pussy was going wet by the second and she decided to go for it.  Slowly slowly she moved forward at angle to be able to see the faces, even if it was sideways. The skin texture and physique was much like Vicky, she thought.

 

Both the screaming voices sounded so familiar.

 

As the angle changed more, she could see the face of the man. It was Vicky. She was silent. She had expected Vicky to have more than one flings – she was more interested in the familiar female screams. The face of the lady was covered on one side with her hair. Still the body was so so familiar.  So much like her mom….

 

At the same time the 3 pairs of eyes locked onto each other.  Vicky Sheena Sonia saw each other.  Vicky Sonia on one side of the pool and Sheena on the other. The other set of eyes was that of guard who was enjoying the fun from a window. 

 

The motion stopped.

 

Eyes widened for the ladies

 

Both men smiled at different locations.

 

Nothing moved.

 

Coolly Vicky disengaged from Sonia and asked her to corner from the other side. Both walked towards Sheena whose feet got jammed in cement. She couldn’t just move.

 

On one side she could see her naked mom walking like a slut towards her and on the other it was Vicky, the one who she planned to marry or befriend.  Both reached her at the same time. Vicky turned her around to face Sonia and winked at her. The slut in Sonia was very much alive and kicking. She started kissing Sheena.

 

Licked her lips

 

Licked her neck

 

Licked her cleavage

 

Took off her top

 

It was then when sheena’s trance was broken.

 

She wanted to run but couldn’t. Vicky held her and was gyrating his cock on her thin skirt.

 

Sonia removed her top

 

Vicky removed her bra

 

Mom sucked daughter’s boobs for fun.  Years back daughter had sucked mom’s for milk.

 

Sheena was going weak by the second.

 

It was too much for her

 

Her mom had now kneeled down and taken off her skirt and tore her panties. The three human bodies near the pool were buff naked.

 

Vicky spoke to Sheena

 

“Teri ma aur tu bahut sexy ho – mujhe dono chahiyen” (u & ur mom are too sexy, want you both)

 

Sheena was silent.

 

Vicky poked his giant tool in her ass crack and then said “Sheena teri maa ab meri hai, chodunga toh usay main. Shaadi hum kar nahin sakte. Tune join karna hai toh aaja” (Your mom is now mine.  We cannot marry. You wanna joint the fun, welcome)

 

Sonia smiled and licked her daughter’s lips again.

 

Sonia threw her daughter in the pool

 

Jumped after her and asked Vicky to join

 

Mom and daughter kissed.

 

It was pleasure time for Vicky and Sheena and Sonia for various reasons.

 

Vicky pushed Sheena to a corner and both he and Sonia suckled their side of Sheena’s breast.  Sheena felt two fingers peneterating her love holes.  Vicky’s finger was playing with her coveted asshole and her mom’s fingers were in her pussy.  It was too much for her, it was too much for Sonia, it was too much for the guard inside.

 

Though not too much for Vicky but still he was proud at the new addition.

 

As the Sun moved further westwards, the fingers increased their pace in their respective holes.  Vicky and Sonia had made her boobs red by a hardcore sucking. Sheena was in plain ecstacy. 3 orgasms and she was still counting.

 

Vicky lifted her a bit and signaled Sonia to do the honours.  Her mom bent a bit forward and now licked the love nest of her daughter. The daughter who came to this world through mom’s love nest.  Nothing was taboo now. 

 

Sonia parted the pussy lips and darted her tongue inside and played with the inner walls and lapped up all the love juice available.  The pool water was diluting the taste.  Water was hitting Sheena’s exposed lips.  Vicky lifted her further up making her a bit less wet from outside. Sonia was sucking her daughter’s pussy with some sort of vengeance.  It was like taking revenge for spoiling her fun with Vicky.  Sheena was screaming to her heart’s content.

 

Vicky now wanting to have some part of the action lifted Sheena and took her to the poolside chair. The same one, where he had fun with Sonia a few minutes ago.  Just like her mom, he spread her in similar doggie style. Only major difference, the lass in doggie style had a lass to lick the pussy.  Sheena was now returning the favour big time to her mom.  Mom was ecstatic.

 

 

It was Sheena. Vicky had told her to reach the Farm House for some fun. She knew it was for Sex and she was ready for it. Dressed in her best, she drove in. The guard was well instructed and paid too to do the needful.

 

The sexy young lass was escorted in and was asked to move towards the pool.

 

As she reached the pool, she could see a man standing on the floor, a lady in doggy style on a poolchair.  Man holding the woman by hair and was fucking her wildly. Both were screaming to their heart’s content. For once she thought that Vicky is late or she should leave but then sight was too erotic to be missed. Only glitch was she was unable to see their faces. Their backs faced her.

 

Her pussy was going wet by the second and she decided to go for it.  Slowly slowly she moved forward at angle to be able to see the faces, even if it was sideways. The skin texture and physique was much like Vicky, she thought.

 

Both the screaming voices sounded so familiar.

 

As the angle changed more, she could see the face of the man. It was Vicky. She was silent. She had expected Vicky to have more than one flings – she was more interested in the familiar female screams. The face of the lady was covered on one side with her hair. Still the body was so so familiar.  So much like her mom….

 

At the same time the 3 pairs of eyes locked onto each other.  Vicky Sheena Sonia saw each other.  Vicky Sonia on one side of the pool and Sheena on the other. The other set of eyes was that of guard who was enjoying the fun from a window. 

 

The motion stopped.

 

Eyes widened for the ladies

 

Both men smiled at different locations.

 

Nothing moved.                         

 

Coolly Vicky disengaged from Sonia and asked her to corner from the other side. Both walked towards Sheena whose feet got jammed in cement. She couldn’t just move.

 

On one side she could see her naked mom walking like a slut towards her and on the other it was Vicky, the one who she planned to marry or befriend.  Both reached her at the same time. Vicky turned her around to face Sonia and winked at her. The slut in Sonia was very much alive and kicking. She started kissing Sheena.

 

Licked her lips

 

Licked her neck

 

Licked her cleavage

 

Took off her top

 

It was then when sheena’s trance was broken.

 

She wanted to run but couldn’t. Vicky held her and was gyrating his cock on her thin skirt.

 

Sonia removed her top

 

Vicky removed her bra

 

Mom sucked daughter’s boobs for fun.  Years back daughter had sucked mom’s for milk.

 

Sheena was going weak by the second.

 

It was too much for her

 

Her mom had now kneeled down and taken off her skirt and tore her panties. The three human bodies near the pool were buff naked.

               

Vicky spoke to Sheena

 

“Teri ma aur tu bahut sexy ho – mujhe dono chahiyen” (u & ur mom are too sexy, want you both)

 

Sheena was silent.

 

Vicky poked his giant tool in her ass crack and then said “Sheena teri maa ab meri hai, chodunga toh usay main. Shaadi hum kar nahin sakte. Tune join karna hai toh aaja” (Your mom is now mine.  We cannot marry. You wanna joint the fun, welcome)

 

Sonia smiled and licked her daughter’s lips again.

 

Sonia threw her daughter in the pool

 

Jumped after her and asked Vicky to join

 

Mom and daughter kissed.

 

It was pleasure time for Vicky and Sheena and Sonia for various reasons.

 

Vicky pushed Sheena to a corner and both he and Sonia suckled their side of Sheena’s breast.  Sheena felt two fingers peneterating her love holes.  Vicky’s finger was playing with her coveted asshole and her mom’s fingers were in her pussy.  It was too much for her, it was too much for Sonia, it was too much for the guard inside.

 

Though not too much for Vicky but still he was proud at the new addition.

 

As the Sun moved further westwards, the fingers increased their pace in their respective holes.  Vicky and Sonia had made her boobs red by a hardcore sucking. Sheena was in plain ecstacy. 3 orgasms and she was still counting.

 

Vicky lifted her a bit and signaled Sonia to do the honours.  Her mom bent a bit forward and now licked the love nest of her daughter. The daughter who came to this world through mom’s love nest.  Nothing was taboo now. 

 

Sonia parted the pussy lips and darted her tongue inside and played with the inner walls and lapped up all the love juice available.  The pool water was diluting the taste.  Water was hitting Sheena’s exposed lips.  Vicky lifted her further up making her a bit less wet from outside. Sonia was sucking her daughter’s pussy with some sort of vengeance.  It was like taking revenge for spoiling her fun with Vicky.  Sheena was screaming to her heart’s content.

 

Vicky now wanting to have some part of the action lifted Sheena and took her to the poolside chair. The same one, where he had fun with Sonia a few minutes ago.  Just like her mom, he spread her in similar doggie style. Only major difference, the lass in doggie style had a lass to lick the pussy.  Sheena was now returning the favour big time to her mom.  Mom was ecstatic.  Vicky had started pumping her hard from behind, Sonia was leaning forward to kiss Vicky in the process, Vicky had the proverbial “dono haathon mein laddoo” with only difference being he had very big laddoos in both hands – one set of Sonia and other of Sheena.

 

He was pumping her hard – she was screaming to her heart’s content and licking Sonia like there was no tomorrow.

 

Unknown to the ladies, the farm house also had a big dog as its resident and the dog couldn’t resist the smell of two bitches in heat and managed to break himself free from confinements and ran towards his favourite part of the residence – the pool.

 

Tiger was the name of the dog and it had a good bond with Vicky and identified him in an instant.  Tiger was behind Sonia and as the momentum was reaching its zenith, Sonia felt a very big lick of a harsh tongue on her asshole.  Ssllllrrrppp was followed by a couple of barks.

 

The Slllrrrppp had increased her love juice secretion but the barks brought everyone back to life.  Vicky smiled at the scene but the ladies were horrified it was a god damn big dog. Tiger was a well muscled black mastiff and the mastfiff was really stiff owing to the smells of love juices.

 

As Sonia froze she turned towards Tiger who gave another royal lick to her lovely hairless pussy.  SSlllllrrpppppp

 

The guard in the window was cursing his bad luck that even a dog could do what he couldn’t.

 

Sonia just loved the big harsh lick and the lick brought out more love juices from her love nest leading to a chain of lick and release by animal and human.

 

Sheena just couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her mom was just loving what the dog was doing to her.

 

Tiger jumped on Sonia and licked her face – such was his weight that Sonia fell backwards and inadvertently was in doggie position. The dog just loved the sight of their patent position overtaken by humans.  Just couldn’t let go of the opportunity, before Sonia could even recover she felt two paws on her shoulder forcing her downwards from front forcing her ass to rise making matters worse for her.  Tiger’s dick was rock hard as per canine standards and it started pushing its dick in ever inviting asshole. Sonia felt almost a machine gun type firing on her asshole with the dog unable to find the hole with its dick. Even Sonia felt for the canine wishing it could find the hole and as they say try and try hard until you succeed.

 

Finally the dog did succeed.

 

It was a scene to behold. The mom had dog’s penis in its asshole and the daughter had Vicky’s. 

 

Both male gender of two different species were pumping the females with great fury and force.

 

The position of so called less evolved species was being copied by the most evolved species – the man.

 

Both females had look of pleasure on their faces….

 

The poor guard had wetted the pants with his semen a multiple times…

 

Am not going further in this love making apart from the part that Vicky had another mom daughter duo in his kitty to have fun with and he did have some serious fun with the two later on.

 

After a couple of months or so from this incident, Vicky was reading some story on xossip which was how a friend took away a boy’s mom and made her his keep. The son too played his part it getting his mom befriend his friend.  As Vicky read the story, he was forced to go back in time …….