ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Holi with Growing up Cousin Kannu
Monika Ma'am was alluring and Tabassum was romantic. Both used to treat me well, often feeding me beyond my capacity. However, the hostel room was a problem. I was getting to fuck both of them sparingly. My interest in studies was just to get marks enough to move to a BSc Second Year. The emphasis was on money. As I have already stated that I came from humble backgrounds, I was working with a para banking company and was managing enough. However to continue and increase my sexcapades I needed a place of my own. Which entailed rent or in other words money.

Things took some turn; when one of the person whose money I used to collect offered me a deal. They had a godam (Storage Area); just on the boundry of the city; for which they were looking for a night-watchman or even better; someone who could stay/ sleep in that. The building was huge over 500 Sq. Yards with ground floor filled with grains in most part of the year and for few months was empty. The labour from his shop came mostly once or twice a week to pick or drop stuff. They had a room with attached toilet on the first floor and the bonanza was that it was equipped with a telephone (A luxury in those days). The deal was God ordained for me. The place was nearly 2KM from my college and main market; lil secluded, had a double bed with mattresses and he threw in a much used moped with it.

With my small luggage I shifted immediately and on the very first day, I and Tabassum made up for lost time. I screwed her three times till my dick ached. And in the middle of March came Holi.

I knew few people in that small city and my uncle-aunt were one of them. Kannu, their daughter and my cousin was coming of age and was appearing in her final year of college exams. (Readers may remember that it was his brother who had bought condoms for me and had arranged her friends house for me.) She had got her hair cut in the style of Madhuri Dixit and had all the mannerism of La Dixit. To be fair; she had deep eyes, but not the smile of La Dixit. Did not deter her from flaunting her teeth in widest grins. And she had developing boobs.

Though nothing was planned from my side, on Holi, I went with all colors to their place as well on that old moped. The lass was standing on the roof, throwing water filled balloons on passer bys. There were few more from their neighbourhood who were giving her company. She was wearing a dark colored T shirt and a loose Payajama.

She threw two balloons on me as soon as I approached their house. I ducked one and was hit on my thigh by the other. I called on her and said, "Dekhta hoon tujhe Kannu ki Bachchi." (I would get even with you Kannu). I entered the house and paid my respects to Uncle and Auntie and asked for my cousin brother. Came to know that he had gone out with his friends to play Holi. After pleasantries and customary Gujia (A traditional sweet in North India) I went on the roof. Their small house had stairs in U shape. The moment I went up; two or three kids tried to throw bucket filled of water on me, which I caught hold off and most of the water was spilled then I ran after Kannu, who tried to run down the stairs. At the turn of the stairs, I got hold of her and smeared her face with color I was carrying. She tried to hide her face and I inserted my hand from the hem of her T shirt and placed the colored hands on her developing firm boobs....

I was out of sight from anyone looking from the roof but was exposed to someone looking from down. Mercifully uncle and auntie had no interest in what goes upstairs and was busy in their TV.

Kannu winced at this attack, but with her guavas in my control did not utter any sound. I looked at her eyes and rubbed my cheek on her cheek. I rubbed those growing mounds for full 2-3 minutes and then left her. Even her colored face showed her blushing.