Adultery Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys (***Completed***)

[radhikaskn1988]

Part - 61

Feeling my cock stiffen again, I jerked my eyes away. "What would you like to have for naashta, Jignesh bhai... ?" I heard her enquire. Jolted out of my reverie, I answered "Uhh ... no thanks, bhabhi ... I need to get back home now ... the milk woman will come ... and so will the maids ... and the house is in a mess..." trying to put a grin on my face as I said the last bit.

"Ohh..." I heard her utter, nodding her head in understanding, albeit disappointed that I wouldn't be staying for breakfast. Finishing pouring the tea, she stood there, with her back to the platform, clutching both her hands in front of her, watching me quietly as I drank my tea. I was sure that she too, like me, wasn't sure of what to say, and so both of us stood their quietly, our eyes doing the talking.
Finishing my tea, I put the cup back on the platform. Cleaing my throat, I said "Thank you for the tea, bhabhi ... I will take leave now..." deciding it was best to leave now. "OK..." she replied simply, somewhat wistfully, but still smiling bravely at me.
As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, I paused midway and turned around. As this doe-eyed 27-year old lovely woman stood there silently, watching me leave, I quickly walked up to her. I noticed the way her luscious pink lips started to tremble, as I came close to her. Taking her right hand in mine, I pressed it to my chest over my heart, and looking into the large limpid pools of her eyes, I said "Bhabhi ... promise me ... that you will let me know ... if you ever need me..." my voice choked with my feelings of love for her.
She stood there silently, her lips quivering, her large unblinking eyes gazing into mine. "Promise me, bhabhi..." I persisted, squeezing her fingers, even as I held her palm pressed to my chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a croak came out. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied "I promise, Jignesh bhai ... who else do I have to go to..." she added wistfully, her eyes becoming moist again.
Letting go of her hand, I quickly cupped her radiant milky white face in both my hands, and said to her tenderly "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you ... that means a lot to me..." meaning every word of what I said. Without waiting for her to respond, I placed a soft kiss on those lush pink quivering lips of hers, before letting go of her and turning around to leave.
As I stepped out of the house, and slipped into my floaters, I smiled at her cheerfully at said "See you, bhabhi..." even as she just smiled and nodded her head. Kicking my bike to life, I rode to my house, without bothering to put on my helmet.
Reaching home, I straightaway headed into the shower, as if desperate to wash away the sins of the previous night. As I showered under the cold water, I just could not get the lovely Alka bhabhi out of my thoughts, and I felt my cock hardening despite my best efforts. Just as I had finished shoering, and I was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring.
Glad for the distraction, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to open the door, glancing at the clock as I did. It was quarter past seven, and I figured it was the rabaari lady, Gajra ben, who'd have come to deliver milk. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see that it was not the 46-year old mammoth breasted Gajra ben, but her busty 18-year old daughter, Hetal. She had that battered old aluminium pot of milk perched on her head, and stood there smiling broadly as I opened the door.
"How are you, saheb..." she greeted me, with that trademark cocky grin on her broad coarse face. As I mumbled something unintelligible, and opened the door to let her in, I noticed that she was not alone. Standing behind her, some distance away, was the 23-year old buck-toothed Rajasthani girl, Rambha, who worked as a servant at Radhika aunty's parlor.
Seeing that I had noticed her, Hetal said sweetly "I hope you know Rambha, sahib..." grinning at me as she said that, her cockiness irking me. "Yeah..." I grunted, even as Hetal turned to the other girl and beckoned to her, saying "Come inside... " With some tentativeness, Rambha followed Hetal into the house, smiling at me nervously through that awkward buck-toothed mouth of hers.
Both the girls were dressed in their traditional village attire of a ghaagra, blouse, and choli. The cock-teasing busty Hetal, wore what looked like a newly bought bright red ghaagra-choli, with a matching red blouse; while the wide-assed Rambha wore an old tattered mismatched one, the ghaagra being brown, the blouse yellow, and the choli being a completely ridiculous shade of orange.
As I closed the door behind them, Hetal walked confidently into the kitchen, swinging her butt from side to side, supporting the aluminimum pot on her head with one hand. As I followed her into the kitche, she turned towards me, and with a seductive smile said "Won't you help me get this down, sahib..." pointing to the pot on her head. Nodding, I walked up to her, and helped her lift the pot from her head. As I reached out to hold the pot, she made it a point to brush her big firm breasts, jutting proudly from her chest, against my torso.
As I helped her place the pot on the kitchen platform, she leaned against the platform, and twirling her ghaagra, said "Arre, sahib ... you did not even tell me how I look in my new clothes..." grinning, as she jutted her ample hips to one side. Now, Hetal was a short stocky girl, just an inch above 5", and as she stood there, with her hand on her hips, she made it a point to thrust out her large ample breasts under the choli.
"What a contrast..." I thought to myself, comparing this slutty village girl to the incredible loving woman I'd taken leave of just some time back. "Nice..." I muttered to her, pointedly looking at her prominent chest, imitating her lascivious grin. Her broad, blunt face, with those prominent cheekbones, creased into a proud smile upon getting that compliment from me, and she said "Sab aap ki daya hai, sahib..." indicating that it was all thanks to me.
Taking a few steps to come close to me, she brazenly put the palm of her hand on my bare chest, and said seductively "Ooh ... see what a sexy body sahib has..." for the benefit of the other girl who stood there dumbly. To my surprise and annoyance, she then brazenly scbangd her thick stubby fingers against my nipples, and tugged at the hair on my chest, giggling seductively. She was a cocky slut alright, and despite my irritation at her behavious, I felt my cock begin to stiffen under the thick white towel that I'd tied around my waist.
Turning to the buck-toothed Rambha, she beckoned to her with her fingers, saying "Come here, girl ... what are you standing there for... ?" before turning to look up at me again, and grinning broadly again, as if letting me know who was the boss between the two of them. As the 23-year old Rambha approached us tentatively, pursing her lips to cover her protruding teeth, Hetal said "Touch and see ... how hard saheb's chest is..." smiling lasciviously as she ran her thick pudgy palm over my well muscled chest.
The slut was turning it on, and I grudgingly admired her brazenness, a trait she had undoubtedly acquired from her equally slutty mother. As the awkward looking Rambha, hesitated, her eyes darting from mine to hers, Hetal grabbed hold of her hand and forcefully placed it on my chest, mocking her "Arree ... why are you feeling shy ... sahib is not going to eat you..." laughing mirthlessly at her friend.
As the hesitant Rajasthani placed her palm on my chest, she looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, the apprehension evident in the way her mouth was open, displaying those protruding teeth inside. Sliding closer to me, the buxom Hetal thrust her hips forward till they were almost touching mine, and crooned "Saheb ... won't you shower some of your infinite mercy on Rambha also... ?" her tone seductive, as she tilted her head to one side, and fiddled with the single thick braid of her bronzed crinkly hair.
Deciding that the best way to deal with her was to play along, I smirked as I said "What mercy does she want from me ... she doesn't looks like she needs anything from me..." daring the uncomfortable Rambha to look at me. The last time I had met her at Radhika aunty's parlor, I had made her pull up her ghaagra and show me her hairy cunt. I remembered that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me.
Grinning cruelly at the thought of that, I turned to her and said "So, Rambha ... what do you need from me... ?" my tone taunting. As the otherwise self-assured rustic girl faltered, and swallowed, clearly afraid of me, Hetal took up the cudgel on behalf of her. "Ohh, sahib ... look at the poor girl..." cupping the hapless Rambha's chin with her hand, and showing me her deformed buck tooth. "Because of her teeth ... no one even gives her work..." Hetal continued, letting go off Rambha's jaw.
Reaching up to her own chest, she began to idly scratch her chest just above the neck of her blouse, trying to purposely draw my attention to her well developed bosom. "The poor girl has no money to go to a doctor, sahib ... who can put wires in her mouth ... and fix her teeth..." she continued to speak for her friend, pouting her lips, and speaking in an exaggerated pitiable tone. She paused for a moment to see the expression on my face, and seeing no empathy, slid forward towards me.
Reaching between us, she lewdly pressed her palm to my partly erect phallus under the thick towel, and smiling lasciviously said "Please help her a bit na, sahib ... she will be eternally grateful to you..." fondling my erection through the thick white turkey towel. I had to give it to this girl, to come up something as innovative as that, to get me to fuck her friend. I wondered why she was taking so much pains to get me to fuck Rambha.
Feeling my flaccid cock responding to her manipulations under the towel, the busty Hetal grinned as she crooned "You will help her na, sir... "nodding her head at me suggestively. Reaching down, I grabbed Hetal's hand by her wrist, and twisting it painfully, making her wince, I said with a wicked grin "Well ... that depends on she is willing to do for me..." turning my gaze to Rambha.
Even before Rambha could speak, Hetal butted in by saying "Ohh, sahib ... she will do whatever you want..." massaging her sore wrist. Turning to her embarrassed friend, she demanded "Won't you, Rambha ... tell ... tell..." prompting her to confirm. Embarrassed to the extent of humiliation, her disfigured face contorting further, Rambha mumbled "Haan ... haan, sahib..." bobbing her head like a robot.
Walking behind Rambha, Hetal almost pushed Rambha towards me, as she said "At least see her once, sahib..." bobbing her head, trying to tell me with her eyes to check out the poor girl with her deformed teeth. As the poor girl bumped into me, I was shocked to see Hetal beginning to pull Rambha's choli off her torso, before taking it off completely.
As the surprised Rambha stood there submissively, stripped of her choli, clad only in her ghaagra and blouse, her average-sized 32-C mango-shaped conical breasts, bulging inside her yellow blouse that had definitely seen better days, I heard Hetal urge me from behind her back "See, sir ... she is not that bad..." brazenly asking me check out her friend's body. I had been in a rather feel-good state of mind when I'd returned this morning from Alka bhabhi's house, somehow feeling that I'd done something good.

Great story telling. Will the Jignesh Alka happen again?