27-04-2020, 01:43 AM
Friends , I am starting my story from the time I left that small town in Haryana. Hope you would enjoy and continue patronage of this thread intact.
Neighbouress Bihari Bhabhi
I left that small town and my three lasses and joined the MBA College in a B class town in North India. Luckily for me, I got full fee waiver because of my marks and financial position. I had saved some money from my previous jobs and the same was the basis for me to pay my hostel dues. But this also meant that I was left with no money for paying my day to day expenses. So in that college when boys and girls mingled after classes, I went working on odd jobs till I got a job as a salesman in a big garments showroom in men section. For the first time in my life, I had some inferiority complex. All students in my class except me came from middle or upper middle class families. I was almost a social outcast. Money being one part, I never participated in any group functions, parties etc rather I went working.
The town was alien to me and I knew no one there. My luck with girls were also not working except that I tried leching on salesgirls working in the ladies section of the same store. But then the same problem which plagues many a young people, lack of spaces to go and fuck. In two years of my MBA, I was not able to get even a single blowjob let alone fuck any girl.
Also, my grades in MBA were also not so great and I failed to get any job through campus placements. I was a loner who drank almost every night. Studied as hard as I could and just survived those two years. In between my mother expired and in immediate family, I was left with a father who had serious neurological disorders.
With this baggage and without any job, I landed in Delhi. Rented a place in west Delhi where rents were less. My accommodation was a one room + one bathroom + one kitchen on the illegally built third floor of a small house. On the ground and first floor lived the landlord and on second floor lived a Bihari family which consisted of husband wife and two college going daughters of 5 and 7 years. From the very first day, I started calling this couple Bhaiya and Bhabhi. Bhabhi was in early thirties as per my estimation, which I later found was wrong and she was just 26.
All floors except my floor had two rooms on one side. Bathroom adjacent to one of the rooms and kitchen on the opposite side of the rooms. Rest of the space was taken by stairs and a door to enter each floor. The space between the bedroom and kitchen was open and floors of first second and third floor had a iron grill on the larger part of this part of the floor for light to come in.
Within 3 days of landing in Delhi, I found a job of selling advertising in newspapers. Money was tight but still I was used to drinking almost every night. Summers meant that I started borrowing ice from the Bihari Bhabhi. her husband used to leave house early morning around 7AM and used to come back by 6PM. He worked in a factory from 8AM to 4PM. I daily invited this man for a drink, but he mostly denied. Whereas I used to work till late evening and then drink and thus used to leave house rarely before 10. Field jobs do provide such kind of luxuries to salesmen.
There was a milkman who used to deliver milk every day to each floor. I also started taking one packet of Half KG Mother Dairy milk from him. His style of delivery was simple, he would place the polypacks on the door, knock the doors and leave. But as I used to sleep late and mostly drunk, I started missing his knocks. A cat found an easy way to get milk and suddenly my milk pouch started getting torn by the claws of the cat, who licked some milk and spilled rest.
On probably my seventh day in Delhi, Bhabhi suggested that she would collect the milk on my behalf too and thus every morning routine was to drag down weary eyed to the second floor, knock, collect milk and come up and make myself a cup of tea. Bhabhi everyday would ask me "Chai Bana doon" (Shall I prepare tea for you) and I declined everyday.
Now picture this, Bhabhi was tall and had long hair which came till below her hips. Though in my dreams I would like to compare her to Shweta Tiwari, but except the height and long hair, she was less than average looking. She had a fullsome body with perfect melons and protruding bum out of her Saree. And she used to wear Saree only on all occasions. And I used to sleep without underwear in shorts. Men would be aware about morning erection, so that usually made some tent in my shorts. I was oblivious to this fact, when one day, I saw Bhabhi eyeing that tent in my shorts while I was taking milk pouch from her. It was probably only the fourth day when she had collected milk on my behalf.
By next morning the morning erection stiffened at the prospect of someone looking at it. I made sure that what I felt was true. She was definitely eyeing it.
My dirty mind was in overdrive. I was without sex for more than two years. And I felt like tearing into her. However, something stopped me.
I formed a plan to enter her house next morning when she offered me tea and then see how things proceed further. And optimist that I am I also bought condoms in the evening while coming back from work.
So, the next morning, I went to pee before I went down. Still with anticipation the cock was stiff. I went with the same plan of entering her house, if she asked me for tea. Bhabhi as usual asked me,
"Chai Bana doon" (Shall I make tea?)
and I responded "Bana do Bhabhi, aaj bahut sir dard ho raha hai" (Bhabhi please do make some tea, I ma having a terrible hangover).
To this Bhabhi shifted a side and allowed me to enter the house and said, "Bhaiya, kam piya kar." (Bhaiya, please drink less)
I said, "Bhabhi ab to aapki devraani hi aakar chudwaayegi (Now only your co-sister would get rid of this habit of mine).
She said, "To ab aapko meri devraani bhi chahiye" (Oh so you need a wife also).
I injucted, "Aur kya Bhabhi, kab tak akela sounga" (Oh yes, Bhabhi till when would I sleep alone).
She fumbled at my response as if she wanted to say something but did not speak it. Her eyes darted on my tent and on my face in quick successions few times while I slowly walked those 4-5 steps to one of the rooms.
And with this I placed myself in one of the rooms which was bang opposite the kitchen. I could see her swaying hips while she shuffled in the kitchen. I collected all the courage I could and moved ahead. I crossed the open area in three large steps and grabbed her from behind. She jumped but I hugged her from the back and started pressing her boobs.
She said, "Bhaiya chor do". "Kya kar rahe ho". "Mat karo". and so on.
Whereas I was mumbling back, "Bhabhi ek baar karne do na." "aap bahut sundar ho" "bas ek baar"
Had she shouted the noise would surely had gone to the lower floors, but her protests were feeble and verbal only and that too in low tone. I turned off the knob of the gas in between so that nothing spills.
In no time, I had lifted her saree and started massaging her hips, my hands had slipped in and out of her blouse. Her saree was almost undone and I was licking on the sides of her neck wet kisses were placed on the back of her neck and in that small kitchen I was pushing her forward, trying to remove her panties.
Though she was still struggling to keep her clothes intact too but was not uttering a single word by now. But when I reached her panties, she pushed me with all her might and said firmly, "Yahan nahin" (Not here)
I immediately moved to room over those iron grills and gestured her to come to room. She smoothed her saree as best as she could and came to the room and closed the door. Once again I jumped on her and pulled her on the single wooden bed in that room. I started kissing her like madman. Opened her blouse and marauded her boobs. In that hot summer morning I made her nude by removing one cloth after another. When I reached to remove her panties, there was a wet patch on it. I laughed on my own that this lady also got moist in anticipation and all her protests were mere formality.
After making her nude, I also removed my T shirt and standing close to her, I lowered my shorts. Her eyes almost popped out.
"Ye to Bahut bada hai" (This is too huge) was her reaction when my erect dick popped out of my shorts. I pulled her hand and placed the same on my dick. She moved her hand on my dick and said, "Inka to aisa nahi hai" (He does not has a tool like this).
Now I am anyways vain about the size and girth of my tool. I prodded further, "Inka kaisa hai?" (How big is his?).
"Mere haath mein aa jaata hai." (It fits in my hand). She was slowly stroking my precum covered dick all this while. "Itna bada to negro ka hota hai." (Negroes have such huge dicks.) She said.
I laughed and asked "Negro ka kahan dekha" (Where have you seen dicks of Negroes).
"Ye wo picture laate hai na kabhi kabhi CD pe." (He brings porn movie CDs sometimes). Though not at all well to do, they had all amneties like TV, Fridge and CD Player etc.
That is how this Bhabhi was fixated on big cocks, I thought to myself. She was regularly moving her thumb on the mushroom of my dick and stroking my dick slowly. All this while she was lying on the wooden bed naked while I was standing near her face.
I pushed her to suck it. "Chee, mujhe nahi achcha lagta wo sab" (Chee, I don't like sucking at all).
I asked "Inki bhi nahi karti?" (Don't you suck your husband).
"Bahut Jid karte hai to kabhi kabhi" (Whenever he demands a lot, then sometimes.)
"To aaj main bhi jidd kar raha hoon." (Today I am also demanding from you.) I had also been very forthright in my demands.
I dangled my dick near her face, she reluctantly took it in her mouth. She was not a good sucker but moved her lips on my dick quickly, often took it out of mouth and then when forced again she moved her lips on my dick.
"Last time kab kiya tha" (When did you last fuck), I asked her in between.
"Do hafte ho gaye" (It has been two weeks) I thought in my own mind that she is a horny housewife who does not get enough fuck and also she was not satisfied with the cock of her husband.
She was lying on the wooden bed and I mounted the same bed and unwrapped the condom on my dick. "Bhabhi poori taiyaari se aaya tha" I told her (See, I had come fully prepared).
She spread her legs willingly and I placed my dick on the opening of her hairy pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick at the opening from up to down. She was liking it. Slowly I entered her honey pot and she shifted to accommodate my complete dick in her moist pussy.
I laid on her and started humping her. I increased and decreased the pace of my strokes in her pussy. She was liking it for sure. When I was it for maybe 4-5 minutes, she said "aap to BF waale logo ko tarah kaafi der kar lete ho." (You can also fuck like pornstars for long). I laughed and unmounted her. I gestured her to come in doggie position. She readily bent on her knees and ankles. I entered her from behind and she moaned "aaaah" She was enjoying the fucking and was moaning very softly by clinching her teeth. When I felt the ejaculation building in me, I increased the tempo of my strokes and she again said.... "uuuui maa" And after a long long time, I cummed inside a girl.
Bhabhi was ecstasic, when I pulled out my dick from her pussy. "Itna maza pahle kabhi nahi aaya" (I never felt so much pleasure before).
We covered ourselves and I entered the bathroom while she went back to making tea. I sipped tea and told Bhabhi to remove her clothes while I was drinking tea. "Ab kar to liya, ab kya hoga kapde utaar ke" (Now that we have fucked, what is the need to remove clothes)
She kind of protested. "Dubara karenge" (Would fuck again) I stated. "Dubara koi abhi ho jaayega" (Would it happen again) she demanded to know not believing me.
I showed her my semi erect dick limping back to erection and told her that I can fuck more than once a day. While I was sitting on the wooden bed, I made her sit between my legs on floor and asked her to massage and suck my dick. And I enquired about her sex life. She was firm that I was only the second man who entered her love tunnel, but later confirmed that she was forced by her nieghbour in village a few times when she was very young. She was visibly distraught by lack of money, lack of sex and lack of love in her life. I promised to fulfill the sex and love in her life.
Second time round the sex was even better for her (also for me). Thereafter, I told her to come up from next morning as it would be better and noise won't go down to first floor.
I could not bring myself to lick her cunt it being too dirty and hairy and her oral skills were limited as she also did not enjoy sucking me much. But she broke my over two years of solitude in bed I have probably not enjoyed fuckig someone in doggie style as I enjoyed fucking this Bihar Bhabhi. Her firm buttocks and strong thighs meant that she stroked back with full force. I also had the pleasure of deflowering her virgin ass, which brought tears in her eyes and pleasure in my black heart.
I stayed in that house for 3 months only, when I shifted jobs and shifted to South Delhi.
Neighbouress Bihari Bhabhi
I left that small town and my three lasses and joined the MBA College in a B class town in North India. Luckily for me, I got full fee waiver because of my marks and financial position. I had saved some money from my previous jobs and the same was the basis for me to pay my hostel dues. But this also meant that I was left with no money for paying my day to day expenses. So in that college when boys and girls mingled after classes, I went working on odd jobs till I got a job as a salesman in a big garments showroom in men section. For the first time in my life, I had some inferiority complex. All students in my class except me came from middle or upper middle class families. I was almost a social outcast. Money being one part, I never participated in any group functions, parties etc rather I went working.
The town was alien to me and I knew no one there. My luck with girls were also not working except that I tried leching on salesgirls working in the ladies section of the same store. But then the same problem which plagues many a young people, lack of spaces to go and fuck. In two years of my MBA, I was not able to get even a single blowjob let alone fuck any girl.
Also, my grades in MBA were also not so great and I failed to get any job through campus placements. I was a loner who drank almost every night. Studied as hard as I could and just survived those two years. In between my mother expired and in immediate family, I was left with a father who had serious neurological disorders.
With this baggage and without any job, I landed in Delhi. Rented a place in west Delhi where rents were less. My accommodation was a one room + one bathroom + one kitchen on the illegally built third floor of a small house. On the ground and first floor lived the landlord and on second floor lived a Bihari family which consisted of husband wife and two college going daughters of 5 and 7 years. From the very first day, I started calling this couple Bhaiya and Bhabhi. Bhabhi was in early thirties as per my estimation, which I later found was wrong and she was just 26.
All floors except my floor had two rooms on one side. Bathroom adjacent to one of the rooms and kitchen on the opposite side of the rooms. Rest of the space was taken by stairs and a door to enter each floor. The space between the bedroom and kitchen was open and floors of first second and third floor had a iron grill on the larger part of this part of the floor for light to come in.
Within 3 days of landing in Delhi, I found a job of selling advertising in newspapers. Money was tight but still I was used to drinking almost every night. Summers meant that I started borrowing ice from the Bihari Bhabhi. her husband used to leave house early morning around 7AM and used to come back by 6PM. He worked in a factory from 8AM to 4PM. I daily invited this man for a drink, but he mostly denied. Whereas I used to work till late evening and then drink and thus used to leave house rarely before 10. Field jobs do provide such kind of luxuries to salesmen.
There was a milkman who used to deliver milk every day to each floor. I also started taking one packet of Half KG Mother Dairy milk from him. His style of delivery was simple, he would place the polypacks on the door, knock the doors and leave. But as I used to sleep late and mostly drunk, I started missing his knocks. A cat found an easy way to get milk and suddenly my milk pouch started getting torn by the claws of the cat, who licked some milk and spilled rest.
On probably my seventh day in Delhi, Bhabhi suggested that she would collect the milk on my behalf too and thus every morning routine was to drag down weary eyed to the second floor, knock, collect milk and come up and make myself a cup of tea. Bhabhi everyday would ask me "Chai Bana doon" (Shall I prepare tea for you) and I declined everyday.
Now picture this, Bhabhi was tall and had long hair which came till below her hips. Though in my dreams I would like to compare her to Shweta Tiwari, but except the height and long hair, she was less than average looking. She had a fullsome body with perfect melons and protruding bum out of her Saree. And she used to wear Saree only on all occasions. And I used to sleep without underwear in shorts. Men would be aware about morning erection, so that usually made some tent in my shorts. I was oblivious to this fact, when one day, I saw Bhabhi eyeing that tent in my shorts while I was taking milk pouch from her. It was probably only the fourth day when she had collected milk on my behalf.
By next morning the morning erection stiffened at the prospect of someone looking at it. I made sure that what I felt was true. She was definitely eyeing it.
My dirty mind was in overdrive. I was without sex for more than two years. And I felt like tearing into her. However, something stopped me.
I formed a plan to enter her house next morning when she offered me tea and then see how things proceed further. And optimist that I am I also bought condoms in the evening while coming back from work.
So, the next morning, I went to pee before I went down. Still with anticipation the cock was stiff. I went with the same plan of entering her house, if she asked me for tea. Bhabhi as usual asked me,
"Chai Bana doon" (Shall I make tea?)
and I responded "Bana do Bhabhi, aaj bahut sir dard ho raha hai" (Bhabhi please do make some tea, I ma having a terrible hangover).
To this Bhabhi shifted a side and allowed me to enter the house and said, "Bhaiya, kam piya kar." (Bhaiya, please drink less)
I said, "Bhabhi ab to aapki devraani hi aakar chudwaayegi (Now only your co-sister would get rid of this habit of mine).
She said, "To ab aapko meri devraani bhi chahiye" (Oh so you need a wife also).
I injucted, "Aur kya Bhabhi, kab tak akela sounga" (Oh yes, Bhabhi till when would I sleep alone).
She fumbled at my response as if she wanted to say something but did not speak it. Her eyes darted on my tent and on my face in quick successions few times while I slowly walked those 4-5 steps to one of the rooms.
And with this I placed myself in one of the rooms which was bang opposite the kitchen. I could see her swaying hips while she shuffled in the kitchen. I collected all the courage I could and moved ahead. I crossed the open area in three large steps and grabbed her from behind. She jumped but I hugged her from the back and started pressing her boobs.
She said, "Bhaiya chor do". "Kya kar rahe ho". "Mat karo". and so on.
Whereas I was mumbling back, "Bhabhi ek baar karne do na." "aap bahut sundar ho" "bas ek baar"
Had she shouted the noise would surely had gone to the lower floors, but her protests were feeble and verbal only and that too in low tone. I turned off the knob of the gas in between so that nothing spills.
In no time, I had lifted her saree and started massaging her hips, my hands had slipped in and out of her blouse. Her saree was almost undone and I was licking on the sides of her neck wet kisses were placed on the back of her neck and in that small kitchen I was pushing her forward, trying to remove her panties.
Though she was still struggling to keep her clothes intact too but was not uttering a single word by now. But when I reached her panties, she pushed me with all her might and said firmly, "Yahan nahin" (Not here)
I immediately moved to room over those iron grills and gestured her to come to room. She smoothed her saree as best as she could and came to the room and closed the door. Once again I jumped on her and pulled her on the single wooden bed in that room. I started kissing her like madman. Opened her blouse and marauded her boobs. In that hot summer morning I made her nude by removing one cloth after another. When I reached to remove her panties, there was a wet patch on it. I laughed on my own that this lady also got moist in anticipation and all her protests were mere formality.
After making her nude, I also removed my T shirt and standing close to her, I lowered my shorts. Her eyes almost popped out.
"Ye to Bahut bada hai" (This is too huge) was her reaction when my erect dick popped out of my shorts. I pulled her hand and placed the same on my dick. She moved her hand on my dick and said, "Inka to aisa nahi hai" (He does not has a tool like this).
Now I am anyways vain about the size and girth of my tool. I prodded further, "Inka kaisa hai?" (How big is his?).
"Mere haath mein aa jaata hai." (It fits in my hand). She was slowly stroking my precum covered dick all this while. "Itna bada to negro ka hota hai." (Negroes have such huge dicks.) She said.
I laughed and asked "Negro ka kahan dekha" (Where have you seen dicks of Negroes).
"Ye wo picture laate hai na kabhi kabhi CD pe." (He brings porn movie CDs sometimes). Though not at all well to do, they had all amneties like TV, Fridge and CD Player etc.
That is how this Bhabhi was fixated on big cocks, I thought to myself. She was regularly moving her thumb on the mushroom of my dick and stroking my dick slowly. All this while she was lying on the wooden bed naked while I was standing near her face.
I pushed her to suck it. "Chee, mujhe nahi achcha lagta wo sab" (Chee, I don't like sucking at all).
I asked "Inki bhi nahi karti?" (Don't you suck your husband).
"Bahut Jid karte hai to kabhi kabhi" (Whenever he demands a lot, then sometimes.)
"To aaj main bhi jidd kar raha hoon." (Today I am also demanding from you.) I had also been very forthright in my demands.
I dangled my dick near her face, she reluctantly took it in her mouth. She was not a good sucker but moved her lips on my dick quickly, often took it out of mouth and then when forced again she moved her lips on my dick.
"Last time kab kiya tha" (When did you last fuck), I asked her in between.
"Do hafte ho gaye" (It has been two weeks) I thought in my own mind that she is a horny housewife who does not get enough fuck and also she was not satisfied with the cock of her husband.
She was lying on the wooden bed and I mounted the same bed and unwrapped the condom on my dick. "Bhabhi poori taiyaari se aaya tha" I told her (See, I had come fully prepared).
She spread her legs willingly and I placed my dick on the opening of her hairy pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick at the opening from up to down. She was liking it. Slowly I entered her honey pot and she shifted to accommodate my complete dick in her moist pussy.
I laid on her and started humping her. I increased and decreased the pace of my strokes in her pussy. She was liking it for sure. When I was it for maybe 4-5 minutes, she said "aap to BF waale logo ko tarah kaafi der kar lete ho." (You can also fuck like pornstars for long). I laughed and unmounted her. I gestured her to come in doggie position. She readily bent on her knees and ankles. I entered her from behind and she moaned "aaaah" She was enjoying the fucking and was moaning very softly by clinching her teeth. When I felt the ejaculation building in me, I increased the tempo of my strokes and she again said.... "uuuui maa" And after a long long time, I cummed inside a girl.
Bhabhi was ecstasic, when I pulled out my dick from her pussy. "Itna maza pahle kabhi nahi aaya" (I never felt so much pleasure before).
We covered ourselves and I entered the bathroom while she went back to making tea. I sipped tea and told Bhabhi to remove her clothes while I was drinking tea. "Ab kar to liya, ab kya hoga kapde utaar ke" (Now that we have fucked, what is the need to remove clothes)
She kind of protested. "Dubara karenge" (Would fuck again) I stated. "Dubara koi abhi ho jaayega" (Would it happen again) she demanded to know not believing me.
I showed her my semi erect dick limping back to erection and told her that I can fuck more than once a day. While I was sitting on the wooden bed, I made her sit between my legs on floor and asked her to massage and suck my dick. And I enquired about her sex life. She was firm that I was only the second man who entered her love tunnel, but later confirmed that she was forced by her nieghbour in village a few times when she was very young. She was visibly distraught by lack of money, lack of sex and lack of love in her life. I promised to fulfill the sex and love in her life.
Second time round the sex was even better for her (also for me). Thereafter, I told her to come up from next morning as it would be better and noise won't go down to first floor.
I could not bring myself to lick her cunt it being too dirty and hairy and her oral skills were limited as she also did not enjoy sucking me much. But she broke my over two years of solitude in bed I have probably not enjoyed fuckig someone in doggie style as I enjoyed fucking this Bihar Bhabhi. Her firm buttocks and strong thighs meant that she stroked back with full force. I also had the pleasure of deflowering her virgin ass, which brought tears in her eyes and pleasure in my black heart.
I stayed in that house for 3 months only, when I shifted jobs and shifted to South Delhi.
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