ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Girl 27: Yet Another Nubile Cousin

My wife had accused me of being of loose character. But what about all these women I have had sex with? Were not those of the same character as me. In any case, morality is not a question I have delved often when it comes to entering any of the holes of a woman.

By the middle of next year of my marriage; few things had changed:

My Saali (Wife's Sister) had taken admission in a Business college located in South Delhi. Despite her interest in staying in a Hostel; her hitler mom thought that she would be safe staying with her sister and brother-in-law, i.e. me. I started calling my Saali "Taiyyab Ali Pyar ka Dushman", as her staying with us deprived me of my evening fucks.

My wife had left her job and joined my own business. I was working in the said company in clandestine manner, whereas I had a full time job.

Sanghmitra who was the previous owner of the said company of mine had transferred the control to my wife and was now working as an Admin and Accounts person in the same company. I hired couple of employees in that company and purposefully entailed a sexy girl, whose sole qualification was her huge boobs as a Receptionist. But as my wife took her new role very seriously, and was in office whole day, it was a very very long time before she lived upto my expectations from her huge boobs.

And by the end of October we came to know that my wife was Pregnant and we decided to keep the child this time and on December I gave my resignation letter with a view of joining my business full time starting Jan. 1.

In December, we had to attend a wedding in my family in one of the small towns in Haryana, but Miss World opted out, citing her pregnancy. The real reason was that the family in which marriage was happening was lower middle class and below her standards.

Having no option, it was only me who was attending that marriage. As the family was close, I reached there one day in advance and was party of all celebrations as well as management of certain things.

As happens in most small towns, rooms are taken in many houses in neighborhood to accommodate guests staying overnight. So this family had taken few spare rooms spread over 8-10 houses in the vicinity. They had taken a room for me and Miss World as well but as I travelled alone, I opted to share the room with another family which had a distant cousin by name Pooja. Nubile girl who was still studying. I was also incharge of many keys for few of these rooms, as most people carried some jewellary or other and was thus the central figure. I was successful person in the family and that added to aura of mine. Many uncles, aunts and all sundry people kept seeking advise through the day for their children.

As happens in Punjabi families, a day before the marriage, Sangeet and Mehndi was organized. It is a maddening affair. Few girls and bride specially are applied the henna paste on hands and feet. And others are busy dancing on drum beats of music blaring out of CD player hooked to high decible speakers. Many guys sneak out to have a peg or two, which was not available openly but was served in a different place.of which every one knew. So an open secret. Many youngsters are started on their first drink in such marriages.

Thus it was in this hustle bustle, Pooja started dancing on a number "Beedi Jalaayele Jigar se Piya, Jigar maa badi aag hai." Three pegs down I also jumped in and then it was our show, me and Pooja dancing on many numbers till we got crazily tired. She was a good dancer and I was very energetic. And after few numbers we hugged each other lovingly. Everyone thought it was a brotherly hug, but my mind was in some other domain by then. Off-course though we were second cousins, I won't have recognized her had we not met in the family surroundings. I had no recollection of hers. And here she was 5-2 slim reasonably pretty girl with growing boobs and reasonably well bottom. Moreover she was chirpy too and did not mind mingling with other cousins.

I and Pooja were not to share the same room, but as I had given up my room, I bulldozed in sharing the same room that of her family, which now had five members. She, her mother, her father, her brother and me. Tired and all we all went back to sleep in the same room which had five beds laid side by side on the floor. Soon, everyone except me was sleeping, I could not get sleep because I was since long not accustomed of sleeping like this on thin mattresses and with quilts and adjacent to me her dad was snoring loudly. I was near the door and Pooja was sleeping.between her mother and brother and thus quite far away from me.

After sometime when I had half dozed because of time of night and good quantity of liquor in my blood. I was startled as someone had pressed my foot by a walking foot. I gathered my wits and found that it was Pooja who was trying to sneak out of the room. She opened the door and went out. I waited for couple of minutes and seeing no movement in any of other three also got up silently and sneaked out. I saw Pooja coming out of the bathroom. So she had just gone to relieve herself.

I smiled at her and complimented her on her dancing skills and added compliments for her beauty as well. She smiled and returned the compliment and added that she is no comparison to my stunning wife. I told her it was all makeup and confidence and nothing more. Bathrooms in such houses are generally on the outside and this house was no exception. It was chilly and she wanted to go in and when she tried to cross me, I grabbed her by her arm and said, "Trust me, tum bahut sundar ho." (You are very beautiful). She was not expecting it and was like a deer caught in headlights. I grabbed the opportunity and pushed my luck. I placed my my hands on the her cheeks and pressed my lips on her soft juicy lips. She was so startled to respond. She just stood there motionless as my right hand found way under her shawl an grabbed her budding left boob. A moan escaped her lips.

I took advantage of it and pushed her in the shadow of a wall and kept kissing and mauling her boobs over her shirt and under her shawl. And then I pushed my hands below her shirt and on her bra clad boobs. She pushed my hand down and broke free from my embrace and went with big strides into the room. I also relieved my bladder, had a smoke checked my watch at 4AM and then went to sleep. Heroics when her whole family was in the same room was of no use.

By the time I got up next morning, only me and her brother were sleeping in that room and all others had left to the house where marriage was to be performed. By the time I reached there, breakfast was over and I was given an added responsibility to ferry girls and women to Beauty Parlour in the evening and to the wedding venue which was just 800 meters away from the house. Looking around to dispose off the paper cup, I mentioned to her that she need not go to Beauty Parlour as if her beauty enchanced many would be killed the same night. She blushed and ran away. In the noon, when I went to the house we had spent night, all mattresses and quilts were rolled and placed in one corner making heap of those.

While I was there Pooja and her mother came to rest. Her mother excused herself to go to bathroom and I grabbed Pooja once again. Only this time she tried to push me away somewhat but was blushing and smiling when I caught her boobs over her dress. "Gande Bhaiya" (Bad brother) she remarked.

Towards the afternoon, females were in a hurry to get ready. The beauty parlour at one time could accomodate only a certain no. of women and thus the priorities were set amongst the ladies as to who had to do what and when they should be ready.


It seems ceremonies meant that Pooja's mother was amongst the first of the lot to get ready and Pooja was amongst the girls who had no other role but to welcome the groom at the gate.

I dropped Pooja's mother and 4 other women to the parlour around 3PM in the afternoon and bought condoms from a chemist shop (Eternal optimist that I am).
Upon reaching the marriage house, I handed the keys of the car to her brother and asked him to drop and fetch few women as I was very tired. Who was very happy to have a chance to drive a swanky new car.

I found Pooja and asked him to reach the house we were staying in. She asked why? I said, "aap se kuch jaroori baate karni hai." (I have to talk to you something important). Don't know whether she believed me or what she thought, she went away from the marriage house. I roamed in the house for another 10-15 minute and then I also sneaked out and went to the room, after making sure that her father was in a leisurely discussion amongst his aged people. To make their discussion more pleasurable, I ordered tea for them as well before leaving.

When I reached the room; the door was ajar. I peeked in to find that Pooja was doing something in her suitcase. I knocked and entered the room and closed the same behind, but did not bolt her. She stood up as soon as I entered and asked me, "Haan batao kyun bulaya hai." (Yes, tell me, why did you call me). I said, "Tumne dopahar mein mujhe gande bhaiya kyun kaha tha" (Why did you call me Bad brother?) She said, "aapne mere saath gandi baat jo ki" (You did bad thing with me).

I bolted the door at this point and said, "pahle to nahi ki, ab karta hoon main" (I did not do anything bad with you, but now let me do it)

She protested "Nahi nahi" but I had grabbed her and was smooching her badly, soon she was on the rolled quilts and matressess and I was mauling her boobs over her shirt and kissing her badly. My hands found its way in her shirt and soon they were grabbing the boobs over her bra first and then under her bra. She was moaning softly, when I inserted my hand in her Salwar and pulled the thread. The loose piece of garment fell down on the floor and I easily managed to lower her panties.

I asked her "Kabhi pahle gandi baat ki hai?" (Have you ever done the bad thing before) she moved her head in negative. I tried making her sit and take my dick in her mouth as I lowered my jeans and she said, "Chee" clearly not wanting to suck my dick.

Time was the precious comoodity at that time. I once again confirmed that she was a virgin and took out the towel from my bag and spread it on the heap of quilts and mattresses. I did not want to waste time in spreading them. I carefully pushed her back so that towel was covering her buttocks portion properly on the quilts, so that even if she bled it would be taken care by the towel.

We both were naked below waist and over it we were fully clothed, I took out the condom and unwrapped it over my dick and pressed the same on the opening of her hairy cunt. I massaged the lips of her cunt with my dick for a short while and then took her lips in my mouth and pushed. The dick instead of sliding in her vagina, slided below it. Once again, I tried positioning with my hand but same result. I then propped her on the heap and pressed her mouth with my hand and pushed. My dick felt the tight cunt walls all around it and had I not pressed her mouth, her cry would have raised anyone in the same house.

Slowly, I massaged her boobs, left her mouth and started kissing her on that heap and pumping in the tighest of cunts I ever encountered. I asked her to wrap her legs around me and I kept of fucking her in slow motion first and then holding her mouth with feverish pace till the condom captured all my semen. Pooja was in tears and complained of pain. I asked about pleasure and she said, it was wonderful. I kissed her deep and departed from that room without notice like I had come.

And when I reached the wedding house, I met Kannu and her husband, who had just reached to attend the wedding.

What happened next?......... Keep glued.....