20-11-2018, 12:00 PM
Part - 10
Gazing at my bare chest admiringly, she began to caress my chest and tease my nipples with her finger tips. The she leaned forward quickly and began to run her tongue on my nipples. I groaned and grabbing her by her hair, pushed her face to my hard muscular chest. As she flicked her tongue on my nipples and chest, her pert tits pressed against my chest. Even as I caressed her bare back, she slid her face down, running her tongue over my stomach and belly button, till her face came to the area of my crotch. Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she stuck her tongue out of her slender mouth, and began to lick on the sides of my cock.
There was a liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from my cock, which she wiped away with her fingers. Wiping her sticky fingers on her ghagra, she pulled my foreskin down slowly, exposing the red blood-gorged bulbous head of my cock. Continuing to stroke me, she looked up at me and said in a teasing voice "Oh, aap ka to bahut bada hai sahib ... mere moon mein bhi nahi aayega yeh..." Grabbing her by her hair, I said gruffly "Chal nakhre mat kar saali ... choos usko..." Seeing the look on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and opening her mouth, she quickly took the tip of my hard cock into her mouth.
As her wet hot mouth closed around my cock, I groaned in pleasure. Her slender mouth was stretched in a wide 'O', and I could see that there was no way she could take the length of my cock fully in her mouth. But she had obviously done this before, which became evident by the way she began to roll the tip of my cock in her mouth, licking it with my tongue, and sucking on it. I grabbed her hair harder, as I felt her teeth scbang against my sensitive cock head. Soon she began a practiced motion of sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, alternately taking my cock in and out of her mouth. The cockiness so typical to her had disappeared completely now, as she sucked on my cock like an obedient servant eager to please her master.
I felt a tinge of pity for her as she labored over my cock, the saliva drooling from the sides of her mouth, making her come up for breath a couple of times and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. I let go of her hair, and caressed her head gently. Continuing to suck on my cock, she looked up at my face. When she saw that I had a smile on her face, I felt the tension leave her body. Relieved to see that I was no longer pissed, she too tried to smile back at me; an attempt which made my cock jerk in her mouth, as it was an incredibly sight to look at a young girl trying to smile at you with your cock stuffed in her mouth.
Realizing that I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I said to her sternly "Pushpa ... ab tu mere upar aa ja ... aur isko tere andar le le..." She stopped sucking on my cock, and sat up slowly. Holding on to my cock gently, she looked at me apprehensively, and asked in small voice "Saheb ... aapke paas woh rubber hai ... main..." I realized she was asking me if I had a condom. "Kyun? Rubber ke bina tu nahin chudwayegi kya..." I asked her in a stern voice. Her voice dropped a pitch lower, and she said pleadingly "Nahin sahib ... aisa nahin hai ... aap gussa mat hona ... woh kya hai na ... abhi mera galat time chal raha hai ... aur abhi meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hai ... aur agar pet me bacchhaa..." her voice trailed off.
Hearing her pleading voice, I mellowed down. After all, I was not a heartless bastard. I just wanted to break her cockiness and show her who the boss was. As she looked apprehensively, I smiled at her slowly, and said "Koi baat nahi, Pushpa ... mere paas rubber to nahi hai ... aaj jaakar le aaoonga main ... yeh tere par udhar raha ... tu kal meri puri seva kar dena ... theek hai?" Hearing these words, a smile of relief came to her face. "Bahut bahut shukriya Jignesh sahib ... aap bahut bhale insaan ho..." she said gratefully. I just smiled benignly at her. With a smile, she began to stroke my cock again, which had lost a bit of its hardness.
Looking into my eyes, she asked "Saheb ... aaj mein moonh se chooskar aapka pani nikal doon ... kal mein aapki poori seva karoongi..." Patting her face, I replied "Theek hai, Pushpa ... par tujhe ek kaam karna hoga..." "Who kya, sahib?" she asked. "Apna ghagra bhi utaar de tu ... main tujhe nanga dekhna chaahta hoon..." I replied with a smile. She smiled back seductively, and letting go off my cock, stood up. She began to untie the knot of her ghagra at the waist, and the let it drop on the floor. As the bottle-ghagra, which was like a petticoat with some embroidery work on it, slipped down her legs and fell to the floor, she let her hands dangle by her sides and stood in front me in glorious nudity.
The sight of her standing naked in front of me, made my cock fully erect again. She had a thin angular face, large round eyes, and a dainty pointed chin. She was incredibly thin, with slender bony shoulders and hips, a flat taut belly, a small perky butt, and long thin rake like legs. Her small young budding breasts were perfectly round, the size of a large lemon, with tiny brown nipples, surrounded by small brown areolas. A small tuft of dark pubic hair covered her pussy. Reaching out with my hand, I caressed her naked body, feeling the tautness of her pert little ass, and running my hands along her long slender thighs. Still sitting on the bed, I slid my hands between her thighs and slid it upwards to her pussy.
As my hands slid up inside her thigh, she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. Manipulating the insides of her thighs with my fingers, I looked up to her face and said "Kal tu yahaan ke baal kaat kar aana, theek hai?" "Haan sahib..." she replied in a whisper. As my fingers moved towards her vagina, she parted her thighs slightly, allowing my fingers to reach the small tuft of hair on her pussy. Holding her ass with my left hand and squeezing it, I parted the hair of her pussy with my right and felt the slit of her vagina. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, and she squeezed my shoulder harder, as she felt my fingers rubbing against the lips of her young juicy cunt. As my fingers parted the lips of her vagina, and slid inside, it felt like I was sliding my fingers inside a tight butter glove.
She was wet, and as I began to manipulate the tips of my fingers in her vaginal opening, she squirmed and clamped her thighs together, holding on to my shoulders with both her hands. Sliding back on the bed and sitting with my back against the headrest, I pulled her towards me and made her sit between my legs with her back towards me. My throbbing cock pressed against her bony back, as she leaned back against me. I reached out and instructed her to pull her legs up, bending them at the knee. Holding her with my left hand cupping her tender young breast, I placed my right hand on her knee and parted her thighs, opening her legs in a 'V'.
As I slid my right hand up along the insides of my thighs, she tilted her head up and asked me in a small voice "Saheb ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?" Placing my palm on the small mound of her pussy, I teased her vaginal lips with my finger, saying "Shhh ... bas ye bata ki acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe?" "Haan sahib ... acchhaa lag raha hai ... bahut acchhaa lag raha hai..." she hissed between clenched teeth, as my fingers began probing the wet juicy opening of her tight cunt. Her cunt was tight like a velvet glove, and clamped around my middle finger as I slid it inside gently.
With my thumb, I located the tiny nub of her clitoris, and began to rub it. She bit her lips and cried out, clamping her thighs shut again. Letting go of her tit which I was fondling with my left hand, I parted her thighs again with my left hand, and began to finger her tight juicy cunt. As I increased the pace of fingering her pussy, she moaned loudly "Aaannhhhh ... sahib..." She began to thrash wildly on the bed, squirming and struggling against my body, bucking her hips up towards my hand, as I increased my pace of fingering her.
Her thin body went taut, and she arched her hips off the bed, even as I continued to squeeze her left breast and pinch the nipple, while thrusting my finger in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of my neck and held on tight, as she threw her head back; her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open, letting out gasps of breath. She arched her back, and lifted her hips clean off the bed, her torso and legs stretched taut like a bow, as the throes of her impending orgasm hit her.
With a guttural moan of "Ohhh maaaa..." she jerked spasmodically, as her orgasm hit her, clamping her thigh closed around my right hand. She collapsed back on the bed, and fell back like a limp rag doll against me, her pussy still spasming from the intensity of her orgasm, even as she continued to grind her hips against my fingers in small jerking motions. As she finally subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me gratefully, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. Seeing me smile, she licked her dry lips wet with her tongue, and said softly "Oh Jignesh sahib ... aisa to mujhe aaj tak kisi neb hi kar ke nahi diya hai ... aap ... aap bahut acchhe hain..." "Arre Pushpa ... aisa kyoon bolti hai tu ... maine tujhse kaha thaa na ... tu mujhe khush kar ... to main bhi tujhe khush kar doonga..." I replied with a smile.
She just looked at me with an expression of wonder and gratitude in her eyes. "Poor bitch ... she's probably used to just guys banging her roughly ... and never getting her to get off..." I thought to myself. As I extricated my wet slimy fingers from between her legs, she took hold of my hand proceeded to wipe it clean with her blouse which was lying on the bed. Taking my hand to her lips, she kissed them softly, and said "Main waada karti hoon ki main aapko kal bahut khush karoongee Jignesh sahib..." I just smiled at her and ground my still hard & erect cock against her back.
As she slid off the bed, my cock twitched as I looked at her petite derriere jiggle before me. I too got off the bed, and stood naked in front of her. Taking her in my arms, I pressed her slim lithe body against me, my throbbing cock pressing against her belly. At her full height, she came only up to my chest. As I cupped her small butt from behind and squeezed, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up against me, her hands caressing my back, and her belly grinding against my cock.
She quickly slid down and got on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, she smiled and took hold of my cock gently with both her hands. Bringing her face closer to my stomach, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick my taut belly, teasing my belly button with her tongue. Her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, and she pressed her pert little tits against the tip of my cock. Looking down on my cock, she took hold of it with one hand and began to rub the slippery wet tip against her tiny little nipple.
As I caressed her head, she sighed softly, and then began to lick on the underside of my cock. As she coated my cock with her saliva, she continued to pump it slowly. Bringing her face close to my cock, she closed her eyes, and rubbed my wet hard cock on her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. Parting her lips, she slowly took my cock in her mouth. With a groan, I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She too moaned, and began to suck on my cock with devotion.
Since my cock was too big for her to take into her mouth completely, she continued to hold on to it with her right hand, as she sucked on it, bobbing her tiny head back and forth, her other hand caressing my tight butt and pulling my hips forward towards her. My dam was about to burst and send my cum blasting into her mouth now. Pulling her face up to look at me, I asked her hoarsely "Moonh mein legi kya tu... ?" She nodded her head affirmatively, continuing to suck on my cock with vigour.
I didn't feel like doing this to her, so I held her by her head and slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As she looked up at me questioningly, I said to her with some compassion "Pushpa ... koi baat nahi ... aaj bas tu haath se muth maarkar mera paani nikal de..." "Nahin sahib ... aap mere baare mein mat sochiye ... aap mere moonh mein apna paani gira sakte ho..."she said earnestly. My cock lurched when I heard those words. Caressing her cheeks, I said "Aaj nahi Pushpa ... ab bas haath se kar do..." "Theek hai sahib..." she replied meekly, and began to pump my cock with her small fist. As I looked down at this young 17-year old village girl, stark naked, kneeling in front of me, and stroking my cock intently, staring at it with rapt attention, I felt a feeling of power surge through me.
With a deep growl, I ejaculated, the first burst of my semen catching her unawares and landing squarely on her forehead. As my cum dribbled down from her forehead on to her eyelids, she wiped it with the back of her hand and looked up at me expectantly with a pleasing smile. As she continued to pump my cock, the subsequent bursts of my ejaculation fell on her shoulder and breasts, dripping down to her belly and thighs. As my cock twitched in her hand for one final time, I leaned forward exhaustedly, and rested my hands on her shoulders; taking deep breaths.
She smiled up at me, proud of her achievement. I just patted her cheek, and fell back on the bed exhausted. She gathered up her clothes strewn around the room, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had washed her face and put on her clothes. Coming towards me, she sat down by the bed, and proceeded to wipe my limp cock clean with a wet rag. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with her pallu, she smile sweetly at me and said "Saheb ... aapko kaisa laga ... maine theek se kaam kiya na?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tumne kaam theek se kiya ... lekin abhi kaam poora nahi kiya tumne..." I responded with a smile. "Haan sahib, mujhe pata hain ... aap kal woh cheez khareed kar rakhna ... main aapki kal poori seva karoongi..." she replied quickly with a smile that was trying hard to convince me that she would deliver the goods tomorrow. "Acchaa, to ab mein jaoon sahib..." she asked me sweetly.
"Ek minute..." I said, getting up and pulling on my shorts. I extracted my wallet from my drawer, and pulled out two 100 rupee notes. Handing it to her, I said "Yeh tumhare liye aaj ke kaam ke liye ... kal poora kaam karogi to 500 rupaye doonga..." Taking the proffered notes gratefully from my hand with both her hands, she folder her hands together in a 'namaste' and said "Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, sahib ... kal main aapko shikayat ki koi wajah nahin doongi..." In response, I just pulled her towards me, and pressing her body towards mine, kissed her roughly.
As her lithe body pressed again mine, my cock, in spite of having shed a load just now, stirred and stiffened. Pushpa too felt that. Grinding her belly to me, she said to with a smile "Saheb, lagta hai ki woh to abhi bhi thanda nahin hua hai..." I laughed and said "Haan, uski bhook mitaane ke liye to use ek choot ki zaroorat hai..." Looking up at my face, she asked in a faltering voice "Saheb ... aap bura na maane to mein ek baat boloon..." "Haan, bol Pushpa..." I encouraged her. "Saheb ... woh Rani hain na ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai... "she started, looking into my eyes apprehensively. "Haan to... ?" I retorted.
"Woh bechari ekdum bholi ladki hai ... uska marad us bechari ko chhod kar chala gaya hai ... to agar aap ki icchhaa ho to main usko aapke paas bhejti hoon..." she continued hesitantly. Seeing no expression on my face, she continued "Woh bhi aap ki poori seva karegi ... aap ko jo chahiye aap uske saath kar sakte ho ... woh aapko poori tarah se khush kar degi ... aur uski seva ke liye aap agar usko bhi thode se paise de do to uska bahut bhala hoga... "The bitch did not know that I was anyway planning to fuck Rani; and more than that, she too was more than willing to give her body to me.
I pretended to be ,.ng over what she said and frowned. Seeing my face, she quickly started to speak again "Saheb ... woh thodi kaali zaroor hai ... lekin uska badan bahut raseela hai ... aur woh sab kucchh karegi ... main aapko guarantee deti hoon ki woh aapko pakka khush kar degi..." she pleaded. Pursing my lips, I said to her, with pretended reluctance "Theek hai, Pushpa ... tu jab itna bol rahi hai to dekhta hoon main ... tu usko bolna ki kal woh kaam karne ke liye akele he aaye" I told her matter of factly. Pushpa brighten up on hearing that and kissed my hand repeatedly. "Aap bahut bhale aadmi hai Jignesh sahib ... Bhagwaan aapka bhala karega..." she exclaimed brightly. With a twirl of her flowing ghagra, and a swing of her sexy slim hips, she left the house, hopping away gaily, shutting the door behind her. As I heard the door close, I fell back on the bed and said to myself "Jignesh ... you really are a mean bastard..."
Content with my conquest of the morning, I dozed off. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was half past noon. "Hello" I said groggily into the phone. "Uh ... hello ... Jignesh bhaiya?" a girl's meek voice enquired. "Yes, who's this?" I shot back, unable to place the voice. "Bhaiya ... it's ... it's me ... Sejal" came the answer, rather tentatively. "Oh hi, Sejal..." I said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice. "Bhaiya ... I hope I have not disturbed you ... I am sorry for..." she said in a very unsure voice. "Oh come on Sejal..." I cut her off, "I am so glad to hear your voice..." Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone. "Tell me, sweetheart..." I said in a soothing voice " ... how did you happen to think of me today?"
She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow. "Bhaiya ... today we are leaving for our picnic ... so I thought..." she began tentatively. "Yes sweetheart..." I coaxed her. "I wanted to say thank you to you for everything you have given me..." her voice trailed off. Clearing my throat, I said in a tone of mock anger "Sejal ... tell me on thing ... did I do something that offended you?" "Oh no ... no bhaiya ... why are you saying that..." she asked me immediately, confusion evident in her voice. "Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger ... calling me to say thank you and all that..." I continued in a tone of rebuke.
"Oh no bhaiya ... I did not ... I did not mean to make you feel like that ... I am sorry ... I am sorry ... I just called to..." she replied, her voice breaking. From the way she spoke, I could swear that she was on the verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone again, I said "Yes my dear ... tell me... "Once again I could feel her awkwardness, as she paused on the phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and really innocent collegegirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt. "Bhaiya ... I ... I just wanted to ... want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today..." she finally spoke. "Of course sweetheart ... I would love to meet you today..." I replied immediately. "Where do you want me to come to meet you, Sejal?" I asked her sweetly. "Uh ... bhaiya ... no ... I was thinking ... I was thinking if I could ... if I could come to your house to see you..." she answered in a meek unsure voice. "Oh..." I said with surprise.
Overcoming my surprise quickly, I continued "Oh that would be wonderful sweetheart ... that would be wonderful..." As I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, I asked "So are you coming here with Jigna?" Once again, she hesitated before she spoke. "No bhaiya ... I was thinking ... is it OK if I come alone ... and don't tell Jigna..." My cock twitched inside my boxers when I heard these words. Trying hard to hide my excitement, I replied in a calm voice "Of course Sejal ... why do you even have to ask that..." As I heard her take a deep breath on the phone, I continued in my most charming voice "To be honest Sejal ... even I would prefer if you come alone..."
I could almost imagine her blush on the phone on hearing my words. She seemed to want to say something more. So I probed her by asking "Is there something else you wanted to say, Sejal?" She cleared her throat, and began in a faltering voice "Umm ... bhaiya ... remember that day when you bought all those dresses for me..." "Yes dear..." I encouraged her. "That day when you dropped me at the college on your bike ... you told me..." she continued, pausing once again as her uncertainty got hold of her. I just waited patiently for her to continue. Gathering her courage, she continued " ... that day you told me that ... that you wanted to see me ... see me wearing the ... the bikini you bought for me"
My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her mouth over the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something. "Yes Sejal ... and I am saying that again now ... I would love to see you in that bikini..." I told her in a soft loving voice. "Bhaiya ... so I was just thinking that when I come there today ... I will bring the bikini also..." she continued " ... and I will wear it ... and ... and show it to you..." she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her mouth in a whisper.
"Oh Sejal..." I exclaimed softly "that would be so wonderful ... come soon baby ... I can't wait to see you..." Once again, I could swear she blushed on the phone. Relief in her voice evident now, she replied "Oh ... OK bhaiya ... thank you ... so can I come now only ... we anyway have a half-day at college today..." "Yes my darling ... come as soon as you can..." I replied with a smile. Mumbling her thanks again, she hung up the phone. As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn't believe my luck. The sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and that too to show me what she looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze through my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal amount of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki three-quarters and a polo-neck white t-shirt.
About half-an-hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it with a wide smile on my face. Sejal stood there at the door, dressed in her college uniform of the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and the dark brown tie around her neck. She was clutching her rucksack style college back-pack at her shoulder, and I noticed that she had loosened her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of her shirt at the neck open. As I beamed, and said "Hi Sejal..." she smiled back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face "I am so glad you came, Sejal..." She just smiled shyly and replied "Hi Jignesh bhaiya..." Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.
As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at her and asked "So do I get a hug from my lovely Sejal..." She blushed and bit her lips as she muttered "Oh bhaiya..." Wrapping my arms, I pressed her lush body to me, relishing the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against my chest. Caressing her back, and running my finger along the strap of her bra at the back, I whispered in her ear "I was dying to see you sweetheart ... thank you for coming..." As she too mumbled something incomprehensible, I felt her put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head snuggling up under my chin.
Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. Sitting down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to rest them on the back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I continued to gaze at her with a smile, she looked down shyly and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt again. Continuing to do that, she said in a soft halting voice "Bhaiya ... yesterday ... I could not sleep yesterday night ... I was thinking about you all the time ... I just could not ... I kept thinking about you... " Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of the sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder. Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice "Same here Sejal ... same here ... I just could not stop thinking about you..."
Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, and asked "Really bhaiya..." "Yes baby..." I replied in a whisper, squeezing her shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of her bra under her uniform. Turning her eyes away from me, she looked down at her lap, and said softly "I ... I kept thinking about ... about ... about when we were in the ... in the movie hall yesterday..." I sat forward on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped her face and turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her eyes, and said softly "Me too, Sejal ... me too..." "Oh bhaiya..." she breathed, as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest. As she held me tight, she pressed her plump soft body against me; those unbelievably soft breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I sighed, as I continued to rub her back with my left hand, my right hand caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing her head to my chest.
I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not wanting to scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her face, and placed it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her plump knee, she straightened up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that sweet shy smile of hers. "Bhaiya ... do you want me to ... to wear that bikini and show you?" she asked shyly, biting her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh yes, baby ... yes..." I said hoarsely, my cock hardening inside my briefs. "Ok, bhaiya..." she mumbled, as she got up from the sofa. Picking up her college bag from the sofa, she asked shyly "Can I go into your bedroom to change bhaiya?" "Of course dear..." I replied with my most disarming smile. As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching her bag, I threw back my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my throbbing cock through my half-pants.
I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard the door open. "Bhaiya..." she called out tentatively "I am ready..." With a deep breath, I got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart missed a beat and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. There stood this innocent busty teenage college-girl, whom I had met only a few days back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with white polka dots. My cock jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes took in this incredibly sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had seen in my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.
As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed and tied in a pony, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Her magnificent plump tits were bulging out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini bra that comprised of nothing but a pair of triangular patch of fabric barely covering those bulging mounds of her big soft breasts; with strings tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered at the sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded belly. The bikini bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red fabric just about covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied together on either side of her plump flesh hips. She had plump milky white thighs, with a dimple at her knees, and fleshy calves.
As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into my eyes with an expression of apprehension. "I don't look good no, bhaiya ... I know I am too fat..." she said in a terribly unsure voice. "Oh no Sejal..." I exclaimed hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I walked up to her and placing my arms on her shoulder, said softly "Sejal ... you are the most sexy girl I have seen in my life..." The colour rushed to her cheeks, as she said "Oh bhaiya ... please don't say that just to make me feel better..." Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took her hand in mine. "Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?" I asked tenderly, pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was protruding through my three-quarter khakis.
She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the fabric of my khakis, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on the sides of her flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands touched the bare flesh of her belly, she shuddered involuntarily, and I felt goose bumps come up on her skin. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried out softly again, as she felt my hand on her body. As I looked down at the deep valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up along the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my fingers, I tilted her head up till she was looking up at me.
She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps between her slightly parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she took in short shallow breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini bra. I ran my tongue across my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, as my lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards me, causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held up by the bikini top, to quash against me chest.
Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her passionately. As the initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she responded by opening her mouth wider, allowing me to slide in my tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our tongues met, I felt her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I responded by dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt. Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth sucking on hers, and my tongue lashing her tongue.
With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was still taking deep breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were wet now, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Alarmed, I cupped her face gently, and asked "What happened, Sejal?" She just bit her lips and said in a voice that was barely a whisper "Bhaiya ... I ... I love you..." I felt a tug on my heart on hearing those words. "Oh Sejal ... I love you too ... I love you to..." I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A tremor shook her body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.
Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and tilting her face to one side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I cursed myself silently for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek. Seeing that, she reached out for my face with a soft sigh, and wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers linger on my cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely "Oh Sejal ... I don't know what's happening to me..."
Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct took over. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with tenderness and said "Ohhh bhaiya ... it's OK ... it's OK ... I feel the same way too..." Pressing her face to my chest, she wrapped her hands around by back and held me tight, grinding her belly and hips against my throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. "Oh bhaiyaaa..." she whispered fiercely, "thank you ... thank you so much ... you don't know how happy you have made me today ... I was so afraid ... so afraid that I would look like a fool..."
Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with the only obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied "Shhh ... shhh, my darling ... you are very very special to me..." Tilting up her face with my fingers on her chin, "You are very special to me Sejal ... do you understand that ... very special to me..." I repeated in an earnest tone. For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy smile came to her lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers; she pressed her lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.
"Bhaiya..." she asked me tentatively "this is the first thing I have felt like this ... I don't know what to do ... please tell me what I should do for you..." pressing her soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck, tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-shirt. "I know you will think I am so stupid ... but please tell me what I should do to make you happy, bhaiya..." she continued in a small voice. My cock, which was beginning to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words. "Don't worry my dear..." I said to her tenderly "I will teach you how to make love OK..." She blushed again on hearing that, and bit her lips. "Will you do what I tell you to, baby?" I asked her gently. "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... I will do anything for you..." she replied hastily.
Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said "Sejal ... I want you to change into your college uniform for me..." A confused look came to her face when she heard this. I interrupted her just as she was about to say something. "BUT ... but I want you to wear only your uniform ... no petticoat ... no bra ... no panty..." I completed. Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that. "OK bhaiya..." she replied back in a small voice.
I let go off her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager had followed my instructions to the T.
She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie! As she walked towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I couldn't helped but look at the way her big round plump breasts, free of the constraints of a bra, shook and swung gently inside that white college shirt of hers. The nipples which were erect were protruding through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me on the sofa. With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa. I wrapped by arms around her stomach, and made her sit with me; her back resting on my chest. As I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her right shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts rest on my fore arms. Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I placed both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder shook her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back her head, her lips parted, and eyes closed.
Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and kissed her passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness of her young but over developed breasts. She lifted her left hand to press my hand which was now gently squeezing her ripe breast, while her right hand fell on to my thigh, and squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips, as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver went through her body, as I teased her erect nipples through her shirt with my finger tips.
Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right hand lower to her belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an attempt to pull it out of her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in, making it easier for me to pull her shirt out completely from where it was tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I felt the soft baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep belly button. "Unhhh..." she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh harder.
I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her breasts against my fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy over developed teenage breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed. "Bhaiyaaa..." she cried out as my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched her back, pressing those plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I kissed her again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded by opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
"Come and sit in my lap, Sejal... " I whispered to her urgently. I extracted my hands from inside her shirt to allow her to sit up. She stood up shyly, and with an aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on my lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking into her eyes, I began to untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie, she looked down at my lap, and placed both her arms on my shoulders. Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the top most one.
As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was awarded the sight of the deep valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while after opening all the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of her breasts which could be seen in between the slightly parted shirt. "Show me your breasts, Sejal..." I whispered hoarsely. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.
She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted her shirt open, baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me. Like everything else about her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my eyes had ever feasted upon. They were much better than what I had imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest, full and ripe, like balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent, there were a pair of large round aereolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.
Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of small but thick light brown nipples adorned her beautiful mammary glands. As I feasted my eyes on them, she sat there on my lap, biting her lips, her arms resting on my shoulders, and her chest heaving with her breathing. "Oh Sejal ... your breasts are so beautiful ... so beautiful..." I cried out softly. "Really ... really bhaiya..." she stuttered " ... you really like me bhaiya..." straightening her back, and spreading her shoulders, as if to give me a better view of her gorgeous tits.
With a sigh, I reached out and took hold of her bared tits. As my hands closed around the incredibly softness of her big milky breasts, she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes again. I began to knead the soft flesh of her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples. Leaning forward, I pressed my face to them. She let out a soft moan, as she pressed my head to her bosom. Sticking out my tongue, I began to lick the fleshy soft roundness of her breasts, starting from the underside, and gradually moving up to her cleavage.
I teased her by running my tongue in circles around her areolas, consciously avoiding her nipples. She tugged at my hair and tightened her grip on my head. I finally ended her torture my running my tongue across her nipples, and finally closing my mouth around them. As I opened my mouth wide and sucked the soft pliant flesh her ripe juicy breast into my mouth, she groaned in pleasure. As I began to suck on her breasts, she began to moan continuously, mumbling something incomprehensible. I feasted for a fair bit of time on those magnificent young teenage breasts, squeezing them with my hands at the same time.
I finally pulled my face away from her breasts, and asked her to get up from my lap. Pushing her down on the sofa, I knelt down on the floor between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, as she sat there on the sofa, her back resting against the support of the back rest; taking short shallow breaths. Seeing this sexy young plump teenager in front of me, sitting on the sofa with her college shirt open, those over developed teenage breasts bared for my pleasure, my cock strained to burst out of the confines of my underwear. Placing my hands on the softness of her fleshy thighs, I pushed her skirt upwards, baring those milky white thighs to me. Lowering my head, I kissed her softly on her knees.
To Be Continued..
Gazing at my bare chest admiringly, she began to caress my chest and tease my nipples with her finger tips. The she leaned forward quickly and began to run her tongue on my nipples. I groaned and grabbing her by her hair, pushed her face to my hard muscular chest. As she flicked her tongue on my nipples and chest, her pert tits pressed against my chest. Even as I caressed her bare back, she slid her face down, running her tongue over my stomach and belly button, till her face came to the area of my crotch. Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she stuck her tongue out of her slender mouth, and began to lick on the sides of my cock.
There was a liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from my cock, which she wiped away with her fingers. Wiping her sticky fingers on her ghagra, she pulled my foreskin down slowly, exposing the red blood-gorged bulbous head of my cock. Continuing to stroke me, she looked up at me and said in a teasing voice "Oh, aap ka to bahut bada hai sahib ... mere moon mein bhi nahi aayega yeh..." Grabbing her by her hair, I said gruffly "Chal nakhre mat kar saali ... choos usko..." Seeing the look on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and opening her mouth, she quickly took the tip of my hard cock into her mouth.
As her wet hot mouth closed around my cock, I groaned in pleasure. Her slender mouth was stretched in a wide 'O', and I could see that there was no way she could take the length of my cock fully in her mouth. But she had obviously done this before, which became evident by the way she began to roll the tip of my cock in her mouth, licking it with my tongue, and sucking on it. I grabbed her hair harder, as I felt her teeth scbang against my sensitive cock head. Soon she began a practiced motion of sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, alternately taking my cock in and out of her mouth. The cockiness so typical to her had disappeared completely now, as she sucked on my cock like an obedient servant eager to please her master.
I felt a tinge of pity for her as she labored over my cock, the saliva drooling from the sides of her mouth, making her come up for breath a couple of times and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. I let go of her hair, and caressed her head gently. Continuing to suck on my cock, she looked up at my face. When she saw that I had a smile on her face, I felt the tension leave her body. Relieved to see that I was no longer pissed, she too tried to smile back at me; an attempt which made my cock jerk in her mouth, as it was an incredibly sight to look at a young girl trying to smile at you with your cock stuffed in her mouth.
Realizing that I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I said to her sternly "Pushpa ... ab tu mere upar aa ja ... aur isko tere andar le le..." She stopped sucking on my cock, and sat up slowly. Holding on to my cock gently, she looked at me apprehensively, and asked in small voice "Saheb ... aapke paas woh rubber hai ... main..." I realized she was asking me if I had a condom. "Kyun? Rubber ke bina tu nahin chudwayegi kya..." I asked her in a stern voice. Her voice dropped a pitch lower, and she said pleadingly "Nahin sahib ... aisa nahin hai ... aap gussa mat hona ... woh kya hai na ... abhi mera galat time chal raha hai ... aur abhi meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hai ... aur agar pet me bacchhaa..." her voice trailed off.
Hearing her pleading voice, I mellowed down. After all, I was not a heartless bastard. I just wanted to break her cockiness and show her who the boss was. As she looked apprehensively, I smiled at her slowly, and said "Koi baat nahi, Pushpa ... mere paas rubber to nahi hai ... aaj jaakar le aaoonga main ... yeh tere par udhar raha ... tu kal meri puri seva kar dena ... theek hai?" Hearing these words, a smile of relief came to her face. "Bahut bahut shukriya Jignesh sahib ... aap bahut bhale insaan ho..." she said gratefully. I just smiled benignly at her. With a smile, she began to stroke my cock again, which had lost a bit of its hardness.
Looking into my eyes, she asked "Saheb ... aaj mein moonh se chooskar aapka pani nikal doon ... kal mein aapki poori seva karoongi..." Patting her face, I replied "Theek hai, Pushpa ... par tujhe ek kaam karna hoga..." "Who kya, sahib?" she asked. "Apna ghagra bhi utaar de tu ... main tujhe nanga dekhna chaahta hoon..." I replied with a smile. She smiled back seductively, and letting go off my cock, stood up. She began to untie the knot of her ghagra at the waist, and the let it drop on the floor. As the bottle-ghagra, which was like a petticoat with some embroidery work on it, slipped down her legs and fell to the floor, she let her hands dangle by her sides and stood in front me in glorious nudity.
The sight of her standing naked in front of me, made my cock fully erect again. She had a thin angular face, large round eyes, and a dainty pointed chin. She was incredibly thin, with slender bony shoulders and hips, a flat taut belly, a small perky butt, and long thin rake like legs. Her small young budding breasts were perfectly round, the size of a large lemon, with tiny brown nipples, surrounded by small brown areolas. A small tuft of dark pubic hair covered her pussy. Reaching out with my hand, I caressed her naked body, feeling the tautness of her pert little ass, and running my hands along her long slender thighs. Still sitting on the bed, I slid my hands between her thighs and slid it upwards to her pussy.
As my hands slid up inside her thigh, she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. Manipulating the insides of her thighs with my fingers, I looked up to her face and said "Kal tu yahaan ke baal kaat kar aana, theek hai?" "Haan sahib..." she replied in a whisper. As my fingers moved towards her vagina, she parted her thighs slightly, allowing my fingers to reach the small tuft of hair on her pussy. Holding her ass with my left hand and squeezing it, I parted the hair of her pussy with my right and felt the slit of her vagina. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, and she squeezed my shoulder harder, as she felt my fingers rubbing against the lips of her young juicy cunt. As my fingers parted the lips of her vagina, and slid inside, it felt like I was sliding my fingers inside a tight butter glove.
She was wet, and as I began to manipulate the tips of my fingers in her vaginal opening, she squirmed and clamped her thighs together, holding on to my shoulders with both her hands. Sliding back on the bed and sitting with my back against the headrest, I pulled her towards me and made her sit between my legs with her back towards me. My throbbing cock pressed against her bony back, as she leaned back against me. I reached out and instructed her to pull her legs up, bending them at the knee. Holding her with my left hand cupping her tender young breast, I placed my right hand on her knee and parted her thighs, opening her legs in a 'V'.
As I slid my right hand up along the insides of my thighs, she tilted her head up and asked me in a small voice "Saheb ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?" Placing my palm on the small mound of her pussy, I teased her vaginal lips with my finger, saying "Shhh ... bas ye bata ki acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe?" "Haan sahib ... acchhaa lag raha hai ... bahut acchhaa lag raha hai..." she hissed between clenched teeth, as my fingers began probing the wet juicy opening of her tight cunt. Her cunt was tight like a velvet glove, and clamped around my middle finger as I slid it inside gently.
With my thumb, I located the tiny nub of her clitoris, and began to rub it. She bit her lips and cried out, clamping her thighs shut again. Letting go of her tit which I was fondling with my left hand, I parted her thighs again with my left hand, and began to finger her tight juicy cunt. As I increased the pace of fingering her pussy, she moaned loudly "Aaannhhhh ... sahib..." She began to thrash wildly on the bed, squirming and struggling against my body, bucking her hips up towards my hand, as I increased my pace of fingering her.
Her thin body went taut, and she arched her hips off the bed, even as I continued to squeeze her left breast and pinch the nipple, while thrusting my finger in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of my neck and held on tight, as she threw her head back; her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open, letting out gasps of breath. She arched her back, and lifted her hips clean off the bed, her torso and legs stretched taut like a bow, as the throes of her impending orgasm hit her.
With a guttural moan of "Ohhh maaaa..." she jerked spasmodically, as her orgasm hit her, clamping her thigh closed around my right hand. She collapsed back on the bed, and fell back like a limp rag doll against me, her pussy still spasming from the intensity of her orgasm, even as she continued to grind her hips against my fingers in small jerking motions. As she finally subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me gratefully, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. Seeing me smile, she licked her dry lips wet with her tongue, and said softly "Oh Jignesh sahib ... aisa to mujhe aaj tak kisi neb hi kar ke nahi diya hai ... aap ... aap bahut acchhe hain..." "Arre Pushpa ... aisa kyoon bolti hai tu ... maine tujhse kaha thaa na ... tu mujhe khush kar ... to main bhi tujhe khush kar doonga..." I replied with a smile.
She just looked at me with an expression of wonder and gratitude in her eyes. "Poor bitch ... she's probably used to just guys banging her roughly ... and never getting her to get off..." I thought to myself. As I extricated my wet slimy fingers from between her legs, she took hold of my hand proceeded to wipe it clean with her blouse which was lying on the bed. Taking my hand to her lips, she kissed them softly, and said "Main waada karti hoon ki main aapko kal bahut khush karoongee Jignesh sahib..." I just smiled at her and ground my still hard & erect cock against her back.
As she slid off the bed, my cock twitched as I looked at her petite derriere jiggle before me. I too got off the bed, and stood naked in front of her. Taking her in my arms, I pressed her slim lithe body against me, my throbbing cock pressing against her belly. At her full height, she came only up to my chest. As I cupped her small butt from behind and squeezed, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up against me, her hands caressing my back, and her belly grinding against my cock.
She quickly slid down and got on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, she smiled and took hold of my cock gently with both her hands. Bringing her face closer to my stomach, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick my taut belly, teasing my belly button with her tongue. Her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, and she pressed her pert little tits against the tip of my cock. Looking down on my cock, she took hold of it with one hand and began to rub the slippery wet tip against her tiny little nipple.
As I caressed her head, she sighed softly, and then began to lick on the underside of my cock. As she coated my cock with her saliva, she continued to pump it slowly. Bringing her face close to my cock, she closed her eyes, and rubbed my wet hard cock on her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. Parting her lips, she slowly took my cock in her mouth. With a groan, I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She too moaned, and began to suck on my cock with devotion.
Since my cock was too big for her to take into her mouth completely, she continued to hold on to it with her right hand, as she sucked on it, bobbing her tiny head back and forth, her other hand caressing my tight butt and pulling my hips forward towards her. My dam was about to burst and send my cum blasting into her mouth now. Pulling her face up to look at me, I asked her hoarsely "Moonh mein legi kya tu... ?" She nodded her head affirmatively, continuing to suck on my cock with vigour.
I didn't feel like doing this to her, so I held her by her head and slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As she looked up at me questioningly, I said to her with some compassion "Pushpa ... koi baat nahi ... aaj bas tu haath se muth maarkar mera paani nikal de..." "Nahin sahib ... aap mere baare mein mat sochiye ... aap mere moonh mein apna paani gira sakte ho..."she said earnestly. My cock lurched when I heard those words. Caressing her cheeks, I said "Aaj nahi Pushpa ... ab bas haath se kar do..." "Theek hai sahib..." she replied meekly, and began to pump my cock with her small fist. As I looked down at this young 17-year old village girl, stark naked, kneeling in front of me, and stroking my cock intently, staring at it with rapt attention, I felt a feeling of power surge through me.
With a deep growl, I ejaculated, the first burst of my semen catching her unawares and landing squarely on her forehead. As my cum dribbled down from her forehead on to her eyelids, she wiped it with the back of her hand and looked up at me expectantly with a pleasing smile. As she continued to pump my cock, the subsequent bursts of my ejaculation fell on her shoulder and breasts, dripping down to her belly and thighs. As my cock twitched in her hand for one final time, I leaned forward exhaustedly, and rested my hands on her shoulders; taking deep breaths.
She smiled up at me, proud of her achievement. I just patted her cheek, and fell back on the bed exhausted. She gathered up her clothes strewn around the room, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had washed her face and put on her clothes. Coming towards me, she sat down by the bed, and proceeded to wipe my limp cock clean with a wet rag. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with her pallu, she smile sweetly at me and said "Saheb ... aapko kaisa laga ... maine theek se kaam kiya na?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tumne kaam theek se kiya ... lekin abhi kaam poora nahi kiya tumne..." I responded with a smile. "Haan sahib, mujhe pata hain ... aap kal woh cheez khareed kar rakhna ... main aapki kal poori seva karoongi..." she replied quickly with a smile that was trying hard to convince me that she would deliver the goods tomorrow. "Acchaa, to ab mein jaoon sahib..." she asked me sweetly.
"Ek minute..." I said, getting up and pulling on my shorts. I extracted my wallet from my drawer, and pulled out two 100 rupee notes. Handing it to her, I said "Yeh tumhare liye aaj ke kaam ke liye ... kal poora kaam karogi to 500 rupaye doonga..." Taking the proffered notes gratefully from my hand with both her hands, she folder her hands together in a 'namaste' and said "Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, sahib ... kal main aapko shikayat ki koi wajah nahin doongi..." In response, I just pulled her towards me, and pressing her body towards mine, kissed her roughly.
As her lithe body pressed again mine, my cock, in spite of having shed a load just now, stirred and stiffened. Pushpa too felt that. Grinding her belly to me, she said to with a smile "Saheb, lagta hai ki woh to abhi bhi thanda nahin hua hai..." I laughed and said "Haan, uski bhook mitaane ke liye to use ek choot ki zaroorat hai..." Looking up at my face, she asked in a faltering voice "Saheb ... aap bura na maane to mein ek baat boloon..." "Haan, bol Pushpa..." I encouraged her. "Saheb ... woh Rani hain na ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai... "she started, looking into my eyes apprehensively. "Haan to... ?" I retorted.
"Woh bechari ekdum bholi ladki hai ... uska marad us bechari ko chhod kar chala gaya hai ... to agar aap ki icchhaa ho to main usko aapke paas bhejti hoon..." she continued hesitantly. Seeing no expression on my face, she continued "Woh bhi aap ki poori seva karegi ... aap ko jo chahiye aap uske saath kar sakte ho ... woh aapko poori tarah se khush kar degi ... aur uski seva ke liye aap agar usko bhi thode se paise de do to uska bahut bhala hoga... "The bitch did not know that I was anyway planning to fuck Rani; and more than that, she too was more than willing to give her body to me.
I pretended to be ,.ng over what she said and frowned. Seeing my face, she quickly started to speak again "Saheb ... woh thodi kaali zaroor hai ... lekin uska badan bahut raseela hai ... aur woh sab kucchh karegi ... main aapko guarantee deti hoon ki woh aapko pakka khush kar degi..." she pleaded. Pursing my lips, I said to her, with pretended reluctance "Theek hai, Pushpa ... tu jab itna bol rahi hai to dekhta hoon main ... tu usko bolna ki kal woh kaam karne ke liye akele he aaye" I told her matter of factly. Pushpa brighten up on hearing that and kissed my hand repeatedly. "Aap bahut bhale aadmi hai Jignesh sahib ... Bhagwaan aapka bhala karega..." she exclaimed brightly. With a twirl of her flowing ghagra, and a swing of her sexy slim hips, she left the house, hopping away gaily, shutting the door behind her. As I heard the door close, I fell back on the bed and said to myself "Jignesh ... you really are a mean bastard..."
Content with my conquest of the morning, I dozed off. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was half past noon. "Hello" I said groggily into the phone. "Uh ... hello ... Jignesh bhaiya?" a girl's meek voice enquired. "Yes, who's this?" I shot back, unable to place the voice. "Bhaiya ... it's ... it's me ... Sejal" came the answer, rather tentatively. "Oh hi, Sejal..." I said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice. "Bhaiya ... I hope I have not disturbed you ... I am sorry for..." she said in a very unsure voice. "Oh come on Sejal..." I cut her off, "I am so glad to hear your voice..." Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone. "Tell me, sweetheart..." I said in a soothing voice " ... how did you happen to think of me today?"
She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow. "Bhaiya ... today we are leaving for our picnic ... so I thought..." she began tentatively. "Yes sweetheart..." I coaxed her. "I wanted to say thank you to you for everything you have given me..." her voice trailed off. Clearing my throat, I said in a tone of mock anger "Sejal ... tell me on thing ... did I do something that offended you?" "Oh no ... no bhaiya ... why are you saying that..." she asked me immediately, confusion evident in her voice. "Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger ... calling me to say thank you and all that..." I continued in a tone of rebuke.
"Oh no bhaiya ... I did not ... I did not mean to make you feel like that ... I am sorry ... I am sorry ... I just called to..." she replied, her voice breaking. From the way she spoke, I could swear that she was on the verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone again, I said "Yes my dear ... tell me... "Once again I could feel her awkwardness, as she paused on the phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and really innocent collegegirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt. "Bhaiya ... I ... I just wanted to ... want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today..." she finally spoke. "Of course sweetheart ... I would love to meet you today..." I replied immediately. "Where do you want me to come to meet you, Sejal?" I asked her sweetly. "Uh ... bhaiya ... no ... I was thinking ... I was thinking if I could ... if I could come to your house to see you..." she answered in a meek unsure voice. "Oh..." I said with surprise.
Overcoming my surprise quickly, I continued "Oh that would be wonderful sweetheart ... that would be wonderful..." As I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, I asked "So are you coming here with Jigna?" Once again, she hesitated before she spoke. "No bhaiya ... I was thinking ... is it OK if I come alone ... and don't tell Jigna..." My cock twitched inside my boxers when I heard these words. Trying hard to hide my excitement, I replied in a calm voice "Of course Sejal ... why do you even have to ask that..." As I heard her take a deep breath on the phone, I continued in my most charming voice "To be honest Sejal ... even I would prefer if you come alone..."
I could almost imagine her blush on the phone on hearing my words. She seemed to want to say something more. So I probed her by asking "Is there something else you wanted to say, Sejal?" She cleared her throat, and began in a faltering voice "Umm ... bhaiya ... remember that day when you bought all those dresses for me..." "Yes dear..." I encouraged her. "That day when you dropped me at the college on your bike ... you told me..." she continued, pausing once again as her uncertainty got hold of her. I just waited patiently for her to continue. Gathering her courage, she continued " ... that day you told me that ... that you wanted to see me ... see me wearing the ... the bikini you bought for me"
My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her mouth over the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something. "Yes Sejal ... and I am saying that again now ... I would love to see you in that bikini..." I told her in a soft loving voice. "Bhaiya ... so I was just thinking that when I come there today ... I will bring the bikini also..." she continued " ... and I will wear it ... and ... and show it to you..." she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her mouth in a whisper.
"Oh Sejal..." I exclaimed softly "that would be so wonderful ... come soon baby ... I can't wait to see you..." Once again, I could swear she blushed on the phone. Relief in her voice evident now, she replied "Oh ... OK bhaiya ... thank you ... so can I come now only ... we anyway have a half-day at college today..." "Yes my darling ... come as soon as you can..." I replied with a smile. Mumbling her thanks again, she hung up the phone. As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn't believe my luck. The sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and that too to show me what she looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze through my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal amount of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki three-quarters and a polo-neck white t-shirt.
About half-an-hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it with a wide smile on my face. Sejal stood there at the door, dressed in her college uniform of the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and the dark brown tie around her neck. She was clutching her rucksack style college back-pack at her shoulder, and I noticed that she had loosened her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of her shirt at the neck open. As I beamed, and said "Hi Sejal..." she smiled back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face "I am so glad you came, Sejal..." She just smiled shyly and replied "Hi Jignesh bhaiya..." Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.
As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at her and asked "So do I get a hug from my lovely Sejal..." She blushed and bit her lips as she muttered "Oh bhaiya..." Wrapping my arms, I pressed her lush body to me, relishing the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against my chest. Caressing her back, and running my finger along the strap of her bra at the back, I whispered in her ear "I was dying to see you sweetheart ... thank you for coming..." As she too mumbled something incomprehensible, I felt her put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head snuggling up under my chin.
Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. Sitting down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to rest them on the back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I continued to gaze at her with a smile, she looked down shyly and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt again. Continuing to do that, she said in a soft halting voice "Bhaiya ... yesterday ... I could not sleep yesterday night ... I was thinking about you all the time ... I just could not ... I kept thinking about you... " Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of the sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder. Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice "Same here Sejal ... same here ... I just could not stop thinking about you..."
Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, and asked "Really bhaiya..." "Yes baby..." I replied in a whisper, squeezing her shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of her bra under her uniform. Turning her eyes away from me, she looked down at her lap, and said softly "I ... I kept thinking about ... about ... about when we were in the ... in the movie hall yesterday..." I sat forward on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped her face and turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her eyes, and said softly "Me too, Sejal ... me too..." "Oh bhaiya..." she breathed, as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest. As she held me tight, she pressed her plump soft body against me; those unbelievably soft breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I sighed, as I continued to rub her back with my left hand, my right hand caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing her head to my chest.
I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not wanting to scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her face, and placed it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her plump knee, she straightened up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that sweet shy smile of hers. "Bhaiya ... do you want me to ... to wear that bikini and show you?" she asked shyly, biting her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh yes, baby ... yes..." I said hoarsely, my cock hardening inside my briefs. "Ok, bhaiya..." she mumbled, as she got up from the sofa. Picking up her college bag from the sofa, she asked shyly "Can I go into your bedroom to change bhaiya?" "Of course dear..." I replied with my most disarming smile. As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching her bag, I threw back my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my throbbing cock through my half-pants.
I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard the door open. "Bhaiya..." she called out tentatively "I am ready..." With a deep breath, I got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart missed a beat and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. There stood this innocent busty teenage college-girl, whom I had met only a few days back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with white polka dots. My cock jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes took in this incredibly sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had seen in my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.
As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed and tied in a pony, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Her magnificent plump tits were bulging out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini bra that comprised of nothing but a pair of triangular patch of fabric barely covering those bulging mounds of her big soft breasts; with strings tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered at the sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded belly. The bikini bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red fabric just about covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied together on either side of her plump flesh hips. She had plump milky white thighs, with a dimple at her knees, and fleshy calves.
As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into my eyes with an expression of apprehension. "I don't look good no, bhaiya ... I know I am too fat..." she said in a terribly unsure voice. "Oh no Sejal..." I exclaimed hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I walked up to her and placing my arms on her shoulder, said softly "Sejal ... you are the most sexy girl I have seen in my life..." The colour rushed to her cheeks, as she said "Oh bhaiya ... please don't say that just to make me feel better..." Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took her hand in mine. "Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?" I asked tenderly, pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was protruding through my three-quarter khakis.
She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the fabric of my khakis, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on the sides of her flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands touched the bare flesh of her belly, she shuddered involuntarily, and I felt goose bumps come up on her skin. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried out softly again, as she felt my hand on her body. As I looked down at the deep valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up along the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my fingers, I tilted her head up till she was looking up at me.
She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps between her slightly parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she took in short shallow breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini bra. I ran my tongue across my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, as my lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards me, causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held up by the bikini top, to quash against me chest.
Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her passionately. As the initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she responded by opening her mouth wider, allowing me to slide in my tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our tongues met, I felt her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I responded by dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt. Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth sucking on hers, and my tongue lashing her tongue.
With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was still taking deep breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were wet now, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Alarmed, I cupped her face gently, and asked "What happened, Sejal?" She just bit her lips and said in a voice that was barely a whisper "Bhaiya ... I ... I love you..." I felt a tug on my heart on hearing those words. "Oh Sejal ... I love you too ... I love you to..." I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A tremor shook her body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.
Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and tilting her face to one side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I cursed myself silently for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek. Seeing that, she reached out for my face with a soft sigh, and wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers linger on my cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely "Oh Sejal ... I don't know what's happening to me..."
Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct took over. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with tenderness and said "Ohhh bhaiya ... it's OK ... it's OK ... I feel the same way too..." Pressing her face to my chest, she wrapped her hands around by back and held me tight, grinding her belly and hips against my throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. "Oh bhaiyaaa..." she whispered fiercely, "thank you ... thank you so much ... you don't know how happy you have made me today ... I was so afraid ... so afraid that I would look like a fool..."
Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with the only obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied "Shhh ... shhh, my darling ... you are very very special to me..." Tilting up her face with my fingers on her chin, "You are very special to me Sejal ... do you understand that ... very special to me..." I repeated in an earnest tone. For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy smile came to her lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers; she pressed her lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.
"Bhaiya..." she asked me tentatively "this is the first thing I have felt like this ... I don't know what to do ... please tell me what I should do for you..." pressing her soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck, tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-shirt. "I know you will think I am so stupid ... but please tell me what I should do to make you happy, bhaiya..." she continued in a small voice. My cock, which was beginning to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words. "Don't worry my dear..." I said to her tenderly "I will teach you how to make love OK..." She blushed again on hearing that, and bit her lips. "Will you do what I tell you to, baby?" I asked her gently. "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... I will do anything for you..." she replied hastily.
Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said "Sejal ... I want you to change into your college uniform for me..." A confused look came to her face when she heard this. I interrupted her just as she was about to say something. "BUT ... but I want you to wear only your uniform ... no petticoat ... no bra ... no panty..." I completed. Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that. "OK bhaiya..." she replied back in a small voice.
I let go off her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager had followed my instructions to the T.
She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie! As she walked towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I couldn't helped but look at the way her big round plump breasts, free of the constraints of a bra, shook and swung gently inside that white college shirt of hers. The nipples which were erect were protruding through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me on the sofa. With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa. I wrapped by arms around her stomach, and made her sit with me; her back resting on my chest. As I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her right shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts rest on my fore arms. Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I placed both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder shook her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back her head, her lips parted, and eyes closed.
Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and kissed her passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness of her young but over developed breasts. She lifted her left hand to press my hand which was now gently squeezing her ripe breast, while her right hand fell on to my thigh, and squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips, as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver went through her body, as I teased her erect nipples through her shirt with my finger tips.
Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right hand lower to her belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an attempt to pull it out of her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in, making it easier for me to pull her shirt out completely from where it was tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I felt the soft baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep belly button. "Unhhh..." she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh harder.
I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her breasts against my fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy over developed teenage breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed. "Bhaiyaaa..." she cried out as my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched her back, pressing those plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I kissed her again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded by opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
"Come and sit in my lap, Sejal... " I whispered to her urgently. I extracted my hands from inside her shirt to allow her to sit up. She stood up shyly, and with an aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on my lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking into her eyes, I began to untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie, she looked down at my lap, and placed both her arms on my shoulders. Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the top most one.
As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was awarded the sight of the deep valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while after opening all the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of her breasts which could be seen in between the slightly parted shirt. "Show me your breasts, Sejal..." I whispered hoarsely. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.
She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted her shirt open, baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me. Like everything else about her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my eyes had ever feasted upon. They were much better than what I had imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest, full and ripe, like balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent, there were a pair of large round aereolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.
Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of small but thick light brown nipples adorned her beautiful mammary glands. As I feasted my eyes on them, she sat there on my lap, biting her lips, her arms resting on my shoulders, and her chest heaving with her breathing. "Oh Sejal ... your breasts are so beautiful ... so beautiful..." I cried out softly. "Really ... really bhaiya..." she stuttered " ... you really like me bhaiya..." straightening her back, and spreading her shoulders, as if to give me a better view of her gorgeous tits.
With a sigh, I reached out and took hold of her bared tits. As my hands closed around the incredibly softness of her big milky breasts, she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes again. I began to knead the soft flesh of her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples. Leaning forward, I pressed my face to them. She let out a soft moan, as she pressed my head to her bosom. Sticking out my tongue, I began to lick the fleshy soft roundness of her breasts, starting from the underside, and gradually moving up to her cleavage.
I teased her by running my tongue in circles around her areolas, consciously avoiding her nipples. She tugged at my hair and tightened her grip on my head. I finally ended her torture my running my tongue across her nipples, and finally closing my mouth around them. As I opened my mouth wide and sucked the soft pliant flesh her ripe juicy breast into my mouth, she groaned in pleasure. As I began to suck on her breasts, she began to moan continuously, mumbling something incomprehensible. I feasted for a fair bit of time on those magnificent young teenage breasts, squeezing them with my hands at the same time.
I finally pulled my face away from her breasts, and asked her to get up from my lap. Pushing her down on the sofa, I knelt down on the floor between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, as she sat there on the sofa, her back resting against the support of the back rest; taking short shallow breaths. Seeing this sexy young plump teenager in front of me, sitting on the sofa with her college shirt open, those over developed teenage breasts bared for my pleasure, my cock strained to burst out of the confines of my underwear. Placing my hands on the softness of her fleshy thighs, I pushed her skirt upwards, baring those milky white thighs to me. Lowering my head, I kissed her softly on her knees.
To Be Continued..
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