12-12-2018, 12:24 PM
Part - 16
Having been introduced to all her friends, I asked Amisha to step out with me for a moment. The moment she saw the brand new bicycle and I told her that it was her birthday gift; she let out such a squeal of joy that all her friends rushed out to see what was going on. She was so excited to see the bicycle, that she flung her arms around me with unbridled joy and hugged me, saying "Thank you, thank you..." again and again. This is what I was driving at, and I took great pleasure in feeling her young teenage body and those young firm breasts press against my chest. All the other girls were congratulating her on her gift, and I could see all of them looking at me with a new kind of respect in their eyes.
Hearing the commotion, Mayuri ben also came out, and when Amisha excitedly told her what I had gifted her, she gave me a big smile that was a mix of gratitude and affection. With a look of mock sternness on her face, she said "Arre beta, why did you have to buy such an expensive cycle for her ... now you are surely going to spoil her..." I smiled at her, and turning to Amisha, said "Anything to make Amisha happy on her birthday aunty..." This made Amisha beam with pleasure, and she once again took my hand in hers and shook it vigorously, giving her mother a naughty smile in the process. Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Mayuri ben took hold of my arm, and leading me inside, said "OK, now all of you come inside ... Jignesh bhai is here, so let us now cut the cake..." As we all trooped inside, I followed Mayuri ben into the kitchen, thoroughly enjoying the way she allowed her massive breasts to rub against my arms.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw that there were two other women in the kitchen. One of them was Seema, the 23-year old elder daughter of Mayuri ben. As I mentioned earlier, she was in the same mould as her mother; plump, heavyset, and buxom, though her complexion was lighter than that of Mayuri ben. She was slightly taller than Amisha, and much bigger built over all. She was dressed in a salwar-kameez, the short kameez being a really figure hugging one, showing off the well-rounded contours of her prominent breasts, while the salwar was a loose baggy one. Her facial features had inherited the same stern look that her mother had, her hair tied in a rather matronly bun behind her head; and as my eyes took in her body, I guessed that she was a 34-C. and that with age; her breasts would probably become much bigger than her mother's.
Her face lit up into a broad smile, as Mayuri ben introduced me to her. Looking at me with a warm smile, she said to her mother "Oh mummy ... I know Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to introduce him to me ... but I am not sure if he knows me..." her voice trailing off. Reaching out with my hand to shake hers, I said "Oh come on Seema didi ... why are you talking like that ... of course I know you ... it's just that we never got a chance to talk before..." My reply pleased her, and she just smiled shyly in return. "Mummy told me about all that you have done for her Jignesh bhai..." she said with genuine gratitude in her voice, " ... we are ... we are very grateful..." I did not know what to say, so I just looked at Mayuri ben helplessly. Seeing my look, Mayuri ben beamed at said to her daughter "See I told you no Seema ... his heart is so big ... he doesn't even want to hear our thanks..." as she once again squeezed my arm. I just said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." As my attentioned moved to the other woman in the kitchen, Mayuri ben exclaimed "Oh how silly of me ... I almost forgot to introduce you to Alka bhabhi..."
She was kneading some dough, and as Mayuri ben introduced her to me, she turned to look at me with a rather embarrassed smile. Nodding her head towards me, she said with a smile "Kem chho ... Jignesh bhai..." in a rather meek voice. I responded by folding my hands in a namaste and said "I am fine Alka aunty ... it's a pleasure to meet you..." "Oh please don't embarrass me by calling me 'aunty'..." she said blushing, wringing her hands to clear the dough which was sticking to her fingers.
Alka bhabhi was a typical Gujarati housewife, about 27 years of age. She was of average height, about 5' 4", and was attired in a sari tied the Gujarati fashion, with the pallu on the left shoulder. She had a pleasant round face, and was quite fair when compared to Mayuri ben and Seema. There was something radiant about the way her fair skin glowed, the blood bringing colour to her cheeks when she smiled. That glow on her skin was the type which only pregnant women or young mothers could have. I was to realize soon that I was not too far off the mark in my assessment.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, favoured by most Gujarati housewives, and I loved the way the parting of her hair was adorned with red sindhoor. She had a lush ripe body, with swollen 34-D breasts that were rather out of proportion to her otherwise slightly built body. As she was leaning forward slightly and keading the dough for pooris, I could see the deep cleavage at the neck of her deep-cut red blouse. In this position, I could also glimpse the side portion of her rather fleshy rounded belly just above the waist-line of her sari. I also noted that she had mehendi on her hands, probably on account of some wedding she would have attended recently, and she wore a handful of red glass bangles on both hands. Her waist flared out into wide hips, adorned by that incredibly heavy round ass that most Gujarati housewives seem to develop after marriage.
As I inadvertently gazed at her, she turned her eyes away in an embarrassed manner, and resumed her kneading of the dough. As I too turned my eyes away, embarrassed at being caught staring, I noticed that Mayuri ben had seen my look, and she just gave me a knowing smile. To break the awkward silence, I had a sudden burst of inspiration, and turning to Seema, I said "Oh Seema didi ... I almost forgot ... I got something for you..." Unslinging my backpack from my shoulder, I extracted the gift-wrapped bottle of perfume which I had originally bought for Amisha, and presented it to her. Seeing that, Seema's eyes grew wide, and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed, as she took the gift from my hands.
Struggling to find words to express her joy, she blurted "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Back on familiar turf now, I just smiled and replied "Maine Mayuri aunty ko meri taraf se gift diya thhaa ... aur ab Amisha ko bhi uske birthday ke liye gift diya hai ... to main aapko kaise bhool sakta thha, didi..." "Oh thank you so much ... thank you so much..." she continued to exclaim, even as her hands kept fluttering from her face to her chest, struggling to suppress her joy. Seeing this, Mayuri ben came closer to me, and putting her hand around my shoulder in such a way that her humungous breasts pressed against my arms, said to Alka bhabhi "Dekha na Alka ... maine kya kaha thha ... ye hamara Jignesh beta kitna dildaar hai ... sabke baare me sochta hai..." I just soaked in the adulation, even as I enjoyed the feel of her rubbing my back lovingly, and her massive pendulous breast pressing against my arm. Alka bhabhi just smiled at me warmly, and nodded her head.
As Seema and Alka bhabhi got busy with the preparations, Mayuri ben pulled me aside and began to give me accounts for the things she had used the money I had given her for. I cut her off mid-way saying she was making me feel awkward by doing that and that it was her money and for her to decide where to spend. In all, she told me that she had spent all the money buying the cake, some wafers, cold drinks and other snacks for the party. Soon, the cake was cut, and Amisha, floored that she was with her gift, made it a point to feed me with the first piece of cake. I made myself useful around the house, helping the three women with numerous tasks. All the girls and the two boys headed to the terrace of the house to play silly games that college girls seem obsessed with.
The caterers, from whom I had ordered for the food, arrived shortly, and Mayuri ben made it a point to look at the bill as I was paying them. It came to about five thousand rupees, and I saw the look of dismay on Mayuri ben's face when she saw the bill. Without a word, she took the bill from my hand and showed it to her elder daughter Seema, who also gave me a look of silent gratitude. The kids were having a ball of a time, as could be made out from the peals of laughter we could hear from the terrace. Having transferred the food from the containers into serving vessels, Seema and Alka bhabhi began to carry it one by one to the terrace, where a small table had been laid out to serve the food. As they went up to the terrace, Mayuri ben grabbed hold me by my hand and led me into the bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a moment, she embraced me, pressing her huge pillowy breasts to my chest and kissed me deep on the mouth. I responded with vigour, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she whispered earnestly, "Beta ... I don't know what to say ... but thank you so much for everything you are doing..." even as she ground her hips against mine. My cock, which was at half mast all this while, hardened instantly, and she could feel the bulge of it press against her prodigious belly. Her face creased into a slow smile, and sliding down her pudgy hands between our bodies, she caressed my swollen shaft through my jeans. "Oh beta ... tumhara to khada ho gaya hai... ""Kya karoon aunty ... aap ko jab bhi dekhta hoon ... aisa hi hota hai..." I replied with a grin, pressing my cock further on to her bulging belly. "Ohh beta..." she moaned, squeezing my cock through the jeans. "Beta..." she continued " ... maine tumhe se kaha thha na ki main tumhari ek khwaish poori karoongi..." referring to her rather cryptic answer when I had said to her earlier today that I wished I could drink milk from her mammoth breasts. "Isi liye maine aaj Alka ko yahaan bulaya hai..." she said, continuing to rub my back with one hand, while the other stroked and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Uske do bacchhe hain ... ek teen saal ki ladki ... aur doosri bacchhu abhi sirf 7 mahine ki hai..." she continued.
After a pause, she spoke again "Is liye ... is liye ... woh apne bacchhe ko doodh pilaati hai ... aur uske ... uske mammon mein doodh hai..." she blurted out. Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, she said "Tum chinta mat karo beta ... maine usse baat kar li hai ... maine usko sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhari sab seva karne ko taiyyaar hai ... bas itna bataao ki kya tumhe woh pasand hai..." "Haan aunty, pasand to hai ... but aunty, how can I..." I began to protest. She cut me off, and replied "Suno beta ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai ... uske marad ka kaam ka koi thikana nahi hai ... bechaari ko apne do bacchhon ko paalna hai ... us par thhodi daya kar do ... us bechaari ko paiso ke bahut zaroorat hai..." continued Mayuri ben trying to convince me to take Alka bhabhi.
My head was swimming at these words. This matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben was tyring to pimp a young married housewife to me, pleading with me to fuck her for money. The thought revolted and excited me at the same time, and I just kept quiet, wondering what I should say. Seeing my discomfiture, Mayuri ben took my hands in hers, and pressing it to her massive breasts through the sari, said to me enticingly "Dekho beta ... tumhari Mayuri aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyyar hai ... aur aunty tumhare liye jitni chaaho ladkiyon ka intazaam kar sakti hai ... bas tum is bechaari Alka par thhodi si daya kar do..." I was still struggling to come to terms with what she was saying and so she continued "Tum usko beech beech main thhode se paise dete rehna ... zyaada nahin ... bas 500 rupees ... main jaanti hoon ki usko paiso ki bahut zaroorat hai ... par woh bahut sharminda hai ... use aisa nahin lagna chaahiye ki tum usko ek ... ek randi ki tarah istemaal kar rahe ho..."
My head still swimming, I shook my head, even as she continued to plead "Beta ... main guarantee deti hoon ki woh tumhe poori tarah se khush kar degi ... dekho usko badan ab bhi jawaan hai ... please beta ... mana mat karna..." With a deep sigh, I replied "Theek hai aunty ... aap itna keh rahe ho to main karoonga ... par ... par agar mujhe zara sa bhi ehsaas hua ki woh is cheez se raazi nahi hai to ... to main aage nahi badhoonga ... aakhir meri izzat ka sawaal hai ... agar Alka bhabhi ne iske baare mein kisi se kucchh kaha to ... to meiin badnaam ho jaoonga..." "Nahin beta ... aisa kucchh nahin hoga ... iski main tumhe guarantee deti hoon..." she replied instantly, pressing herself closer to me. Just as she said this, we heard noises of Seema and Alka bhabhi coming back into the kitchen, and so we hastily separated and went back into the kitchen.
As we re-entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben gave Alka bhabhi a brief nod of her head and a smile, which caused her face to redden. Alka bhabhi stole a quick scared glance at me, before looking away uncomfortably. Mayuri ben just gave me a re-assuring smile. Not being able to face Alka bhabhi at that moment, I picked up some more serving vessels and accompanied Seema to the terrace again. The kids were having a gala time, playing antakshari, and generally making a big racket. Seeing the lavish spread of food, they all let out a whoop of joy. Amisha ran up to me, and grabbing hold of my hand said "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... yeh sab aapne mangwaya hai..." Before I could say anything, Seema interjected "Haan meri pyaari behna, tumhare Jignesh bhaiya ne hi yeh sab intazaam kiya hai tumhare birthday ke liye " giving me a warm smile in the process.
Hearing this, Amisha threw her arms around me, and hugged me tight without a care in the world. She reached only upto my chest, and the feel of her ripe young teenage body and those firm breasts pressing against my chest, sent a thrill of excitement through my body. Krutika, the sexy doll-faced best friend of Amisha, who was standing near-by, gave me a rather flirty smile, and looking at me, said to Amisha "Tu kitni lucky hai Amisha ... kaash mere paas bhi Jignesh bhaiya jaisa koi hota..." Amisha made a face, and retorted tarly "Jignesh bhaiya sirf mere hain ... tu inse door hi rehna..." which elicited a lot of laughter from all the other girls, and Krutika's pink face flushed with excitement. I just smiled, and as something else caught Amisha's attention, I gave a quick wink to Krutika. That surprised and pleased her immensely, and she smiled back coquettishly, biting her lips in the process.
As I headed down once again to help with proceedings, Seema was coming up the stairs with another set of dishes. The staircase was narrow, and so as I smiled and stood to one side to let her pause, her big firm breasts brushed against my arms and her huge wide hips also rubbed against the side of my thighs. As this happened, she looked up towards my face, and let out a shy smile. I just smiled in return, and got on my way. Soon, Mayuri ben, Seema, Alka bhabhi and I returned to the terrace, and all of us began to have food. Everyone split into smaller groups, and began to chat.
Mayuri ben, Alka bhabhi, and Seema were talking together, and Seema made it a point to fuss over me, making sure that my plate was full at all times, and at other times ensuring that the girls & boys were getting what they wanted. Amisha and Krutika were sitting in one corner, and engaged in a deep conversation, and I noticed that both of them were looking at me intermittently and smiling. Gunjan, the thin Punjabi girl with the smallest pair of tits I had seen on a girl, was her usual giggly self, and tyring to flirt with the two boys, who were looking distinctly uncomfortable in this all-girls crowd. Moushmi, the plump busty Bengali girl was with Mini, the slim and dusky Keralite girl; and they seemed to be in deep conversation. Only the two docile girls in the group, Rakhi the Maharashtrian girl, and Gayathri, the huge Andhra girl, were looking a little out of place, and standing by themselves in one corner, eating silently from their plates.
Seeing that they were rather lonely, I walked up to them with my plate. Seeing me approach, the two girls stiffened, and smiled shyly. I flashed my most disarming smile in return, and said "I hope you are having fun..." "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... thank you..." both of them blurted out together. I engaged them in casual small talk, and tried to get them comfortable. It turned out that both these girls were new to the college, and had come from outside the state. Gayathri, the dark heavily built girl from Andhra, was not very comfortable with Hindi; while Rakhi, the Marathi girl was a father-less child, having lost her father a few years back. I got them both talking in a few minutes time, and even took the liberty of casually touching them on their arm or patting their back, as I cracked some jokes to make them laugh.
I noticed how the other groups of girls were stealing envious glances at us. I leant back against the pabangt of the terrace as I continued to eat, and stood really close to Gayathri, so that she was right next to me, and my hips were touching hers, where she also stood leaning against the pabangt. Finishing my food, I kept my plate aside, and leaned back against the pabangt once again, resting both my hands on the edge of the pabangt. In this position, my right hand was just behind Gayathri's big ass, and was touching her butt lightly. Feeling my hand touch her butt, she hastily looked at me, but made no attempt to move away. As I continued to chat and joke, I made it a point to let her see me gazing at her well developed 34-B breasts that were straining through the fabric of her white cotton college shirt.
As she caught my glance, an embarrassed look came to her face, and her hands automatically went to the button at the neck of her shirt, and began to fiddle with it in sub consciously. Meanwhile, Rakhi, the other girl, who was standing on my left side finished her food, and as she was looking for a place to keep the plate, I reached out with my left hand to take the plate from her hand; a movement which caused my elbow to rub against her small but firm 30-B breasts. As I felt the tender young flesh of her firm breasts press against my elbow, I let my arm linger in that position for a moment longer than necessary, and looked her in the eye. To my joy, she made no attempt to move away, and with a smile saying "Thank you..." allowed me to take the plate from her hand.
Since everybody had finished their food by now, I began to help the ladies of the house with clearing the dishes. As the 3 women and I began to take the dishes down one by one, Mini, the dusky slim Keralite girl accompanied us downstairs with some plates. She was a hot little piece of ass, and swayed her slender ass generously as she walked, and there was always a hint of a teasing smile playing on her lips. She wore the shortest skirt among the girls in the group, which showed a fair bit of her dark slim thighs above her knees. As the Mayuri ben, Seema, and Alka bhabhi headed back upstairs to gather the rest of the plates, Mini stayed back on some pretext.
The moment we were alone in the kitchen, she came up to me and said "Hi bhaiya..." the same teasing smile playing on her sexy dark face. "Hi Mini..." I replied, flashing my most charming smile. She smiled broadly again, and pushing away a stray lock of hair from her face, said "Umm ... bhaiya ... I just wanted to say thank you to you for arranging such a nice party..." "Well, you are always welcome, my dear Mini..." I replied charmingly, a teasing smile playing on my lips also. "So is there anything else you wanted to say, Mini..." I enquired teasingly. She blushed, and blinking her long eyelashes, mumbled "Umm ... no bhaiya..." "Ok, then can I say something now?" I asked her flirtatiously. Surprised, she replied "What ... oh sure, bhaiya ... why not..." With a slow smile, I said "For that you will have to come closer..." Caught unawares, she gawked at me, and then a slow smile came to her face.
Throwing a glance at the kitchen door to check if someone was coming, and once sure that no one was, she approached me hesitantly, and stood very close to me, her hands clutched together in front of her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to and fro. Leaning forward slightly, I placed my hand on her waist, and squeezing the taut flesh of her slim waist, whispered into her ear "I think you are very sexy Mini..." Hearing these words, a gasp escaped her dark thin lips, and her hands flew to the top most button of her shirt, which she had left fashionably open. Continuing to hold her by her waist with my right left hand, I reached out with my right, and pushing away a stray strand of hair from her cheek, said "I mean it ... I think you are the sexiest girl in your group..." As I straightened and moved my face away from her ears, I saw that her dark cheeks were flushed with excitement. Hearing noises of someone approaching the kitchen, she hastily blurted out "Ohh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya..." before moving away hastily and running up the stairs. As she left, she turned around once and flashed me a beautifuy sexy smile to show how pleased she was with my attention.
Heading back to the terrace, I announced gaily "Ice cream anyone..." There was a chorus of hurrays, and everyone shouted back "Yes..." Even the shy, conservative Alka bhabhi, who was busy clearing dishes, looked at me and smiled. As I turned to go, Seema, Mayuri ben's elder daughter said "Wait Jignesh bhai ... I will come with you..." "Oh thank you Seema didi..." I replied as I started down the stairs. Telling her to wait for a minute, I quicky walked home and picked up my bike. Reaching Mayuri ben's place on my bike, Seema got on to the pillion seat, ladies style, with both legs on one side, and placed her hand on my shoulder for support. As I zoomed off on the bike with Seema, the girls waved to us from the terrace. As we moved out of eye-sight, I felt Seema adjust her on the pillion rider's seat behind. With her hand on my shoulder, she leant forward slightly, causing her big firm breasts to press against my back.
After a while, she said "Jignesh bhai ... I just wanted you to know how grateful I am for everything you are doing for mummy and Amisha ... I just want to say thank you ... I don't know how I can ever repay you for your kindness..." Straightening my back, I pushed myself back towards to her to feel her big firm breasts better on my back, and turning my head sideways, said "Didi ... if you really want to thank me ... then you must do one thing for me..." "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... tell me what is it that I can do..." she asked earnestly, leaning forward even more and pressing herself further towards my back.
Letting go of the handlebar for one moment, I placed my hand on hers which was resting on my shoulder and said "Didi ... then please stop calling me Jignesh 'bhai' ... you are elder to me ... so please don't embarrass me by calling me 'bhai'..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she responded with a sigh, "Sorry, I won't call you bhai ... you are so kind ... I will call you Jignesh only..." squeezing my shoulder. "Thank you didi..." I replied with a smile, looking her in the eye over my shoulder. "But Jignesh ... you must tell me what is it that I can do for you ... your Seema didi is always there for you ... anytime you need me..." she said with passion in her voice.
Clearing my throat, I replied "Didi ... I feel ashamed telling you this ... but ... but I am just feeling so nice to have sitting here so close to me on the bike ... and ... and feeling your body against me..." She squeezed my shoulder encouragingly, and pressed herself closer to me, saying "I can understand Jignesh..." Emboldened by her positive response, I continued "You know didi ... every since I was in college ... I always had a crush on you ... its just that I was too shy to come and talk to you..." "Oh Jignesh..." she signed, squeezing my shoulder again, and wrapping her left hand around my waist. "Jignesh, didi can understand your needs ... I and mummy are there for you whenever you need us..." she said in a earnest voice. Hearing these words, I stiffened.
Realizing that I was shocked, she said to me quickly "Don't be shocked Jignesh ... I and mummy are very open with each other ... we share everything with each other ... she has told me everything..." "Didi ... I..." I stammered. "It's ok my dear Jignesh ... it's ok ... just relax ... mummy realizes that she is old ... and so ... so ... she cannot satisfy you fully ... so she has told me to take care of your needs ... please don't be angry with her ... she is just tyring to make you happy..." Seema continued in an eager to convince tone. How could I be angry, I thought to myself, still trying to come to terms with the fact, that a 48-year old mother, and her busty 23-year old daughter were telling me that I could fuck both of them; while I lusted for her other 17-year old teenage daughter also. "Mummy was afraid that you might get angry ... that is why she asked me to speak to you..." Seema continued
"In fact, she has already spoken to Radhika aunty, whose beauty parlour I work at, and arranged for you to come there tomorrow afternoon, so that I can give you a special massage ... and special service..." she said matter of factly, referring to Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony, who ran a beauty parlour, where Seema worked as a beautician. I was shocked to hear that this seemingly respectable beauty parlour, also offered these kind of 'services', of which I had only heard of, and that too only in cities like Bombay. Pressing herself to me again, and caressing my thigh with her other hand, as we rode on the bike, Seema urged me "Jignesh bhai ... please don't be angry with my other ... please tell me you will come ... please give me the opportunity to do something for you ... I promise you I will not disappoint you ... I will give you full satisfaction..." she continued to plead in a desperate tone.
Though my heart was racing, I controlled my tone and said in a not-very-convinced tone "Umm ... ok didi ... I will come..." With relief, she hugged me tight from behind, and placing her chin on my shoulder, whispered into my ear "Oh Jignesh ... thank you ... thank you so much ... mummy will be so happy to hear that you are OK ... and ... and I am also so happy ... so happy to know that I will get a chance to serve you..." I just squeezed her hand re-assuringly, even as I felt my cock become rock hard inside the confines of my jeans. We reached the ice-cream shop, and quickly returned with the ice-cream for. The girls were eagerly waiting for us to return, and rushed to take the ice-cream.
While I was handing out the cones to all of them, Mini, the sexy Mallu teenager, made it a point to come from behind and brush her ripe young breasts on my back on the pretext of taking the ice-cream. When I looked up at her, she just gave me a seductive smile and trotted away gaily, like an excited teenage girl. Mayuri ben and Alka bhabhi were downstairs, cleaning up; while Seema was engaged in conversation with the two out-of-place girls, Rakhi and Gayathri.
Mini, the cock-teasing sexy bitch, was with the inseperable duo of Amisha and Krutika, all excited and gay; while Gunjan, the slim rake-thin Punjabi teenager, was still giggling away to glory and trying to flirt with the two boys, who by now were looking thoroughly bored. I looked around to see that Moushmi, the shy plump and busty Bengali girl, was standing all by herself, and eating her ice-cream quietly. Seeing my chance, I headed towards her.
As I approached her, she turned around, and seeing me coming, smiled slowly, a sweet shy smile that made my cock lurch with desire. "Hi Moushmi..." I greeted her warmly, to which she responed with a very shy "Hello bhaiya..." As I approached her, I could not but help notice once again, how huge her breasts were for her age and size. She was short, only about 5' 3", and plump, with baby fat on her cheeks and body, but my no means fat. Almost the entire front of her chest was covered by the huge well rounded pillowy mounds of her 34-C (or perhaps 36-C) breasts that stretched her college shirt to the limit, and made it look like it was too small for her body size.
From her mannerisms, I could make out that she was extremely shy and self conscious, and her long conservative college uniform skirt only served to make her more desirable to me. Her round moon-face with prominent cheek bones and round fleshy cheeks broke into a shy smile as I approached her. "I hope you are not getting bored..." I asked her with a smile. "Oh no bhaiya ... not at all ... I was just..." she stammered back. "Don't' worry ... I know how you feel ... even I used to be like this ... I was never comfortable in large groups..." I said with an easy smile.
I knew I had judged her right by saying that when I saw a look of relief come to her round face, and she managed to say "Oh ... it's not like that ... it's just that..." "It's alright, Moushmi ... you can be free with me..." I said re-assuringly. "If you are feeling uncomfortable because I have come to talk to you ... I will go away..." I added in a kind tone. "Oh no bhaiya..." she blurted out instinctively, and reached out to touch my arm. Then suddenly embarrassed by her own action, she pulled her hand away quickly, and averting her gaze from mine "Sorry bhaiya ... I ... I didn't mean to ... you ... you are right ... I am a little uncomfortable with people..." she managed to say with great difficulty.
With a warm smile, I reached out and patted her plump cheek, a gesture which made her blush, and then went and stood by her side, leaning back against the pabangt wall. As we ate our ice-cream in silence, I nudged her softly with my elbow, and leaning towards her side, whispered to her "You know Moushmi ... you are the cutest girl in this group ... and ever since I saw you, I was just dying to come up to you and speak to you..." At these words, her cheeks reddened, and all she managed to gasp out was an "Oh..." To encourage her, I continued "So Moushmi ... thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk to you..." "Oh bhaiya..." She blurted out "Please don't make me feel so bad ... I am ... I am ... so glad that you ... that you even bothered to notice me ... and..." her voice trailed off. "It's impossible for anyone not to notice you Moushmi ... you are so cute ... and ... and so sexy..." I said smoothly, deciding to take a chance with her.
Once again, she blushed violently, and looking up at my face with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension, stammered "Ohh ... ohhh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya ... for ... for everything..." I just smiled in return, and very subtely slid my arm around her back, and caressed her back gently, feeling the soft flesh of her back, and the strap of her bra which held together her disproportionately big racks. I felt her body stiffen upon my touch, but she made no attempt to pull away. Just then I saw Amisha and Krutika walking up towards us, and I subtely moved my hand away, even as she subtely moved a little away from me.
Coming up to me, Amisha took hold of my hand and said happily "Bhaiya ... all these girls are telling that they want to take a ride of my new cycle ... so we all just want to go on a round on our cycles..." "Of course baby..." I replied heartily. "You won't go away no bhaiya ... you will be here only no..." Amisha chimed, coming really close to me and clutching my hand desperately. "Of course baby ... I will be here only ... you all go and come..." I said to her with a smile, even as I noticed Krutika looking at us with what could only be envy. I winked at her again, and gave her my best smile, which caused her to smile back in return.
As the girls and boys trooped downstairs, I noticed that the two boys were standing near my bike and admiring it. Walking up to them, I asked them if they would want to take a ride. They were elated to hear this, and happily took the keys of my bike to take it for a spin. As the the boys got on to the bike and kick-started it, I saw Amisha looking at them with envy. Calling out to them she said "Hey ... I want to take a ride on the bike ... it's my birthday ... so take me..." The two boys just laughed, and zoomed off on the bike. Amisha pouted with hurt and turned to me. Walking up to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and said "Hey baby ... don't be sad ... I will take you for a ride later ... ok..." She cheered up upon hearing my words, and clapped her hands together and jumped up and down like a young kid.
As the girls went off on their cycles, I headed inside to the kitchen. Mayuri ben had hitched up her sari, and was busy washing the dishes, while Seema was helping her. Seeing me, they both turned to me, and Mayuri ben gave me an embarrassed smile. "Mummy is still feeling that may be you are angry with her because she told me everything..." said Seema, with a knowing smile. I just walked up to Mayuri ben, and holding her by her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch to her massive ass, said to her softly "Oh aunty ... how can I be ever angry with you ... you make me feel so bad by even thinking that way..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly and said "Oh beta ... thank you for your kindness ... I am so glad that you are not upset with me..." Seema just looked at us and smiled with genuine affection.
I had to take a leak, so I walked into one of their bedrooms which had an attached bathroom. As I entered the bedroom, I was surprised to see Alka bhabhi sitting on the bed, with her 8-month old baby in her lap. It took me a moment to realize that she was feeding her baby. I could not see anything because the light was switched off in the room, and she had covered her baby which was suckling on her milk-swollen breasts with the pallu of her sari. "Oh sorry bhabhi..." I blurted out "I didn't realize you were here..." She was equally surprised to see me, and only managed to say "Oh Jignesh bhai ... it's ok ... I am sorry..." I quickly darted into the bathroom, and taking out my rigid shaft from the confines of my underwear, took a long needed piss.
The proceedings of the day had meant that I was having a sustained hard-on for a long time now, and I was desperately tempted to wank off right there and then. With great difficulty, I stopped myself, and after finishing my piss, came out of the bathroom. Alka bhabhi was still sitting there on the bed feeding her baby, and seeing me, she smiled at me apprehensively. As I came back into the kitchen, Mayuri ben was putting the washed dishes back, and Seema was nowhere to be seen.
Seing me, she came up to me and said in a conspiratory voice "Beta, maine Alka se baat kar li hai ... usko maine sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhare liye taiyyaar hai..." Things were moving too fast and too much for me to deal with, and I didn't know what to say. "Uska pati jo hai ... woh abhi ghar par hai ... is liye woh abhi tumko apne ghar nahi le jaa sakti ... par woh tumhare saath tumhare ghar jaane ke liye taiyyar hai ... beta tum jab bhi ready ho ... tum use lekar jaa sakte ho..." continued Mayuri ben, looking at apprehensively, wondering if that is what I wanted. I was just not comfortable with the way she was doing this, and making that poor housewife feel like some cheap whore, who was being forced to sleep with me. Taking a deep breath, I said to Mayuri ben, "Aunty ... I don't even know her ... and I don't even know how she is feeling about the whole thing ... so I don't want to..." "Oh don't worry beta..." Mayuri ben cut me off, "She is only happy to do this for you ... I am not forcing her to do anything..."
I was still not convinced, so I put my hand on Mayuri ben's shoulder and said "Aunty ... I am not some cold-hearted bastard ... I am really grateful for what you are trying to do with me ... but please just allow me to do it my way..." Reaching out for my wallet, I extracted 3 five hundred rupee notes from my wallet, and handing it to Mayuri ben, said "Aunty ... you and I both know that she is doing this because she is in dire need of money ... so I want you to give her this money on behalf of me ... please tell her that I am not expecting anything from her in return ... and please tell her to accept this as a small gesture of help from my side ... because I respect her ... and I will feel good if I know that I am able to help her in some small way..."
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben became silent, and a look of intense love came to her face. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, she reached out and touched me on my cheek with her hand. "Beta, you are kindest man I have ever known in my life ... and all I can say is that people like us blessed to have you amongst us..." As I just smiled wryly, I saw Mayuri ben look at surprise behind my back. Turning around, I saw that Alka bhabhi was standing there at the kitchen door, with a very sad look on her face, and her eyes were red with tears. I realized that she had every word that had been spoken between me and Mayuri ben.
Mayuri ben walked up to her, and taking her by her hand, led her towards me. She followed meekly, her head hung low on her chest, the tears still streaming down her face. Putting her hand across Alka bhabhi's small frame, Mayuri ben said in a kind voice "So beti, you have heard everything that Jignesh has said ... so I don't need to tell you anything ... here is what he asked me to give you..." thrusting the money into Alka bhabhi's hands. As the money was thrust into her hand, Alka bhabhi folded her hands in placation, and looking at me with a pitiable expression, let out a soft sob, a big drop of tear rolling down on her flushed cheeks.
This was too much for me to take, and I felt a lump come up in my throat, and was surprised to see my eyes water with emotion. Seeing me in such an emotional state, Mayuri ben, put her arms around my waist, saying "Oh mara dikra..." and pulled me to her. Seeing this, Alka bhabhi, her lips still quivering with emotion, reached out to take my hand in both her hands, and taking it to her lips, kissed my hand with a lot of emotion. She was unable to speak, and understanding that, I just clasped her hands within my hands, and squeezed it gently. Feeling a surge of tenderness, I let go off her hands, and reaching out to hold her face in my hands, leant forward and kissed her softly on her forehead.
As I quickly pulled myself away, feeling awkward, I was rewarded with a look of infinite love on Alka bhabhi's face, and to my relief, a smile of gratitude came to her face. Mayuri ben just beamed and pulling me to her, so that once again my arms were pressed to her mammoth mammaries under the pallu of her sari, kissed me affectionately on my cheek. Seema came into the kitchen at just that moment, and all of us hastily separated, Alka bhabhi quickly wiping away the tears from her face.
At about the same moment, we heard the girls returning, and all of us headed outside. It was getting late, and the girls had to get home, so they all trooped inside to pick up their college bags from the living room. At that moment, Gunjan, the thin Punjabi teenager, came up to me and clutching her hands together said in a small voice "Bhaiya, I left my bag upstairs in the terrace ... will you please come up with me to get it ... it is dark there and I am a little afraid to go alone..." "Of course dear..." I replied with a smile, surprised that this thin giggly girl, who was all the while busy trying to flirt with those two boys, had suddenly come to me.
As I went up the stairs, she followed me quietly. Her bag was lying in one corner of the terrace, and as I picked it up and handed it to her, she came up really close to me, and said very very seductively "Oh bhaiya ... I just wanted to thank you for arranging such a wonderful party for us ... I had a really nice time ... and I hope that I will be able to meet you again sometime..." Even before I could respond, she started giggling again, and gushed "Oh ... how silly I am no ... you don't even know me ... I am Gunjan, bhaiya ... and ... and I have become a big fan of yours ... I think you are very handsome ... very smart ... and really really nice...", as she stood very close to me twiddling her thumbs together, and dragging her feet.
Not wanting to let go of a chance like this, I grabbed her by her slender waist without warning, and pulled her towards me. Before she could recover from the shock, I pressed her body to mine, feeling her thin rake like body press against mine, those little lemon-sized young teenage breasts mashed against my chest, and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless with her lips parted, I said to her earnestly, "Gunjan ... I think you are the liveliest and cheerful girl I have met here today ... and I was just dying to be alone with you for a few moments ... and yes I will definitely meet you again ... because you have really succeeded in making me feel attracted to you..."
She gaped at me in shock, and then without a word, grabbed hold of my head and pulled my face towards her to kiss me passionately again. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my thighs, and pushed her hips towards me, causing my hard cock inside my jeans to press against her flat firm belly. I responded by thrusting my tongue into the willing mouth this rake thin teenage Punjabi girl, and cupping her small compact ass with my hand. She let out a soft moan and squirmed in my arms, as she felt my hand squeeze the small compact buns of her pert little ass.
To Be Continued..
Having been introduced to all her friends, I asked Amisha to step out with me for a moment. The moment she saw the brand new bicycle and I told her that it was her birthday gift; she let out such a squeal of joy that all her friends rushed out to see what was going on. She was so excited to see the bicycle, that she flung her arms around me with unbridled joy and hugged me, saying "Thank you, thank you..." again and again. This is what I was driving at, and I took great pleasure in feeling her young teenage body and those young firm breasts press against my chest. All the other girls were congratulating her on her gift, and I could see all of them looking at me with a new kind of respect in their eyes.
Hearing the commotion, Mayuri ben also came out, and when Amisha excitedly told her what I had gifted her, she gave me a big smile that was a mix of gratitude and affection. With a look of mock sternness on her face, she said "Arre beta, why did you have to buy such an expensive cycle for her ... now you are surely going to spoil her..." I smiled at her, and turning to Amisha, said "Anything to make Amisha happy on her birthday aunty..." This made Amisha beam with pleasure, and she once again took my hand in hers and shook it vigorously, giving her mother a naughty smile in the process. Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Mayuri ben took hold of my arm, and leading me inside, said "OK, now all of you come inside ... Jignesh bhai is here, so let us now cut the cake..." As we all trooped inside, I followed Mayuri ben into the kitchen, thoroughly enjoying the way she allowed her massive breasts to rub against my arms.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw that there were two other women in the kitchen. One of them was Seema, the 23-year old elder daughter of Mayuri ben. As I mentioned earlier, she was in the same mould as her mother; plump, heavyset, and buxom, though her complexion was lighter than that of Mayuri ben. She was slightly taller than Amisha, and much bigger built over all. She was dressed in a salwar-kameez, the short kameez being a really figure hugging one, showing off the well-rounded contours of her prominent breasts, while the salwar was a loose baggy one. Her facial features had inherited the same stern look that her mother had, her hair tied in a rather matronly bun behind her head; and as my eyes took in her body, I guessed that she was a 34-C. and that with age; her breasts would probably become much bigger than her mother's.
Her face lit up into a broad smile, as Mayuri ben introduced me to her. Looking at me with a warm smile, she said to her mother "Oh mummy ... I know Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to introduce him to me ... but I am not sure if he knows me..." her voice trailing off. Reaching out with my hand to shake hers, I said "Oh come on Seema didi ... why are you talking like that ... of course I know you ... it's just that we never got a chance to talk before..." My reply pleased her, and she just smiled shyly in return. "Mummy told me about all that you have done for her Jignesh bhai..." she said with genuine gratitude in her voice, " ... we are ... we are very grateful..." I did not know what to say, so I just looked at Mayuri ben helplessly. Seeing my look, Mayuri ben beamed at said to her daughter "See I told you no Seema ... his heart is so big ... he doesn't even want to hear our thanks..." as she once again squeezed my arm. I just said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." As my attentioned moved to the other woman in the kitchen, Mayuri ben exclaimed "Oh how silly of me ... I almost forgot to introduce you to Alka bhabhi..."
She was kneading some dough, and as Mayuri ben introduced her to me, she turned to look at me with a rather embarrassed smile. Nodding her head towards me, she said with a smile "Kem chho ... Jignesh bhai..." in a rather meek voice. I responded by folding my hands in a namaste and said "I am fine Alka aunty ... it's a pleasure to meet you..." "Oh please don't embarrass me by calling me 'aunty'..." she said blushing, wringing her hands to clear the dough which was sticking to her fingers.
Alka bhabhi was a typical Gujarati housewife, about 27 years of age. She was of average height, about 5' 4", and was attired in a sari tied the Gujarati fashion, with the pallu on the left shoulder. She had a pleasant round face, and was quite fair when compared to Mayuri ben and Seema. There was something radiant about the way her fair skin glowed, the blood bringing colour to her cheeks when she smiled. That glow on her skin was the type which only pregnant women or young mothers could have. I was to realize soon that I was not too far off the mark in my assessment.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, favoured by most Gujarati housewives, and I loved the way the parting of her hair was adorned with red sindhoor. She had a lush ripe body, with swollen 34-D breasts that were rather out of proportion to her otherwise slightly built body. As she was leaning forward slightly and keading the dough for pooris, I could see the deep cleavage at the neck of her deep-cut red blouse. In this position, I could also glimpse the side portion of her rather fleshy rounded belly just above the waist-line of her sari. I also noted that she had mehendi on her hands, probably on account of some wedding she would have attended recently, and she wore a handful of red glass bangles on both hands. Her waist flared out into wide hips, adorned by that incredibly heavy round ass that most Gujarati housewives seem to develop after marriage.
As I inadvertently gazed at her, she turned her eyes away in an embarrassed manner, and resumed her kneading of the dough. As I too turned my eyes away, embarrassed at being caught staring, I noticed that Mayuri ben had seen my look, and she just gave me a knowing smile. To break the awkward silence, I had a sudden burst of inspiration, and turning to Seema, I said "Oh Seema didi ... I almost forgot ... I got something for you..." Unslinging my backpack from my shoulder, I extracted the gift-wrapped bottle of perfume which I had originally bought for Amisha, and presented it to her. Seeing that, Seema's eyes grew wide, and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed, as she took the gift from my hands.
Struggling to find words to express her joy, she blurted "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Back on familiar turf now, I just smiled and replied "Maine Mayuri aunty ko meri taraf se gift diya thhaa ... aur ab Amisha ko bhi uske birthday ke liye gift diya hai ... to main aapko kaise bhool sakta thha, didi..." "Oh thank you so much ... thank you so much..." she continued to exclaim, even as her hands kept fluttering from her face to her chest, struggling to suppress her joy. Seeing this, Mayuri ben came closer to me, and putting her hand around my shoulder in such a way that her humungous breasts pressed against my arms, said to Alka bhabhi "Dekha na Alka ... maine kya kaha thha ... ye hamara Jignesh beta kitna dildaar hai ... sabke baare me sochta hai..." I just soaked in the adulation, even as I enjoyed the feel of her rubbing my back lovingly, and her massive pendulous breast pressing against my arm. Alka bhabhi just smiled at me warmly, and nodded her head.
As Seema and Alka bhabhi got busy with the preparations, Mayuri ben pulled me aside and began to give me accounts for the things she had used the money I had given her for. I cut her off mid-way saying she was making me feel awkward by doing that and that it was her money and for her to decide where to spend. In all, she told me that she had spent all the money buying the cake, some wafers, cold drinks and other snacks for the party. Soon, the cake was cut, and Amisha, floored that she was with her gift, made it a point to feed me with the first piece of cake. I made myself useful around the house, helping the three women with numerous tasks. All the girls and the two boys headed to the terrace of the house to play silly games that college girls seem obsessed with.
The caterers, from whom I had ordered for the food, arrived shortly, and Mayuri ben made it a point to look at the bill as I was paying them. It came to about five thousand rupees, and I saw the look of dismay on Mayuri ben's face when she saw the bill. Without a word, she took the bill from my hand and showed it to her elder daughter Seema, who also gave me a look of silent gratitude. The kids were having a ball of a time, as could be made out from the peals of laughter we could hear from the terrace. Having transferred the food from the containers into serving vessels, Seema and Alka bhabhi began to carry it one by one to the terrace, where a small table had been laid out to serve the food. As they went up to the terrace, Mayuri ben grabbed hold me by my hand and led me into the bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a moment, she embraced me, pressing her huge pillowy breasts to my chest and kissed me deep on the mouth. I responded with vigour, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she whispered earnestly, "Beta ... I don't know what to say ... but thank you so much for everything you are doing..." even as she ground her hips against mine. My cock, which was at half mast all this while, hardened instantly, and she could feel the bulge of it press against her prodigious belly. Her face creased into a slow smile, and sliding down her pudgy hands between our bodies, she caressed my swollen shaft through my jeans. "Oh beta ... tumhara to khada ho gaya hai... ""Kya karoon aunty ... aap ko jab bhi dekhta hoon ... aisa hi hota hai..." I replied with a grin, pressing my cock further on to her bulging belly. "Ohh beta..." she moaned, squeezing my cock through the jeans. "Beta..." she continued " ... maine tumhe se kaha thha na ki main tumhari ek khwaish poori karoongi..." referring to her rather cryptic answer when I had said to her earlier today that I wished I could drink milk from her mammoth breasts. "Isi liye maine aaj Alka ko yahaan bulaya hai..." she said, continuing to rub my back with one hand, while the other stroked and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Uske do bacchhe hain ... ek teen saal ki ladki ... aur doosri bacchhu abhi sirf 7 mahine ki hai..." she continued.
After a pause, she spoke again "Is liye ... is liye ... woh apne bacchhe ko doodh pilaati hai ... aur uske ... uske mammon mein doodh hai..." she blurted out. Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, she said "Tum chinta mat karo beta ... maine usse baat kar li hai ... maine usko sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhari sab seva karne ko taiyyaar hai ... bas itna bataao ki kya tumhe woh pasand hai..." "Haan aunty, pasand to hai ... but aunty, how can I..." I began to protest. She cut me off, and replied "Suno beta ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai ... uske marad ka kaam ka koi thikana nahi hai ... bechaari ko apne do bacchhon ko paalna hai ... us par thhodi daya kar do ... us bechaari ko paiso ke bahut zaroorat hai..." continued Mayuri ben trying to convince me to take Alka bhabhi.
My head was swimming at these words. This matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben was tyring to pimp a young married housewife to me, pleading with me to fuck her for money. The thought revolted and excited me at the same time, and I just kept quiet, wondering what I should say. Seeing my discomfiture, Mayuri ben took my hands in hers, and pressing it to her massive breasts through the sari, said to me enticingly "Dekho beta ... tumhari Mayuri aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyyar hai ... aur aunty tumhare liye jitni chaaho ladkiyon ka intazaam kar sakti hai ... bas tum is bechaari Alka par thhodi si daya kar do..." I was still struggling to come to terms with what she was saying and so she continued "Tum usko beech beech main thhode se paise dete rehna ... zyaada nahin ... bas 500 rupees ... main jaanti hoon ki usko paiso ki bahut zaroorat hai ... par woh bahut sharminda hai ... use aisa nahin lagna chaahiye ki tum usko ek ... ek randi ki tarah istemaal kar rahe ho..."
My head still swimming, I shook my head, even as she continued to plead "Beta ... main guarantee deti hoon ki woh tumhe poori tarah se khush kar degi ... dekho usko badan ab bhi jawaan hai ... please beta ... mana mat karna..." With a deep sigh, I replied "Theek hai aunty ... aap itna keh rahe ho to main karoonga ... par ... par agar mujhe zara sa bhi ehsaas hua ki woh is cheez se raazi nahi hai to ... to main aage nahi badhoonga ... aakhir meri izzat ka sawaal hai ... agar Alka bhabhi ne iske baare mein kisi se kucchh kaha to ... to meiin badnaam ho jaoonga..." "Nahin beta ... aisa kucchh nahin hoga ... iski main tumhe guarantee deti hoon..." she replied instantly, pressing herself closer to me. Just as she said this, we heard noises of Seema and Alka bhabhi coming back into the kitchen, and so we hastily separated and went back into the kitchen.
As we re-entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben gave Alka bhabhi a brief nod of her head and a smile, which caused her face to redden. Alka bhabhi stole a quick scared glance at me, before looking away uncomfortably. Mayuri ben just gave me a re-assuring smile. Not being able to face Alka bhabhi at that moment, I picked up some more serving vessels and accompanied Seema to the terrace again. The kids were having a gala time, playing antakshari, and generally making a big racket. Seeing the lavish spread of food, they all let out a whoop of joy. Amisha ran up to me, and grabbing hold of my hand said "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... yeh sab aapne mangwaya hai..." Before I could say anything, Seema interjected "Haan meri pyaari behna, tumhare Jignesh bhaiya ne hi yeh sab intazaam kiya hai tumhare birthday ke liye " giving me a warm smile in the process.
Hearing this, Amisha threw her arms around me, and hugged me tight without a care in the world. She reached only upto my chest, and the feel of her ripe young teenage body and those firm breasts pressing against my chest, sent a thrill of excitement through my body. Krutika, the sexy doll-faced best friend of Amisha, who was standing near-by, gave me a rather flirty smile, and looking at me, said to Amisha "Tu kitni lucky hai Amisha ... kaash mere paas bhi Jignesh bhaiya jaisa koi hota..." Amisha made a face, and retorted tarly "Jignesh bhaiya sirf mere hain ... tu inse door hi rehna..." which elicited a lot of laughter from all the other girls, and Krutika's pink face flushed with excitement. I just smiled, and as something else caught Amisha's attention, I gave a quick wink to Krutika. That surprised and pleased her immensely, and she smiled back coquettishly, biting her lips in the process.
As I headed down once again to help with proceedings, Seema was coming up the stairs with another set of dishes. The staircase was narrow, and so as I smiled and stood to one side to let her pause, her big firm breasts brushed against my arms and her huge wide hips also rubbed against the side of my thighs. As this happened, she looked up towards my face, and let out a shy smile. I just smiled in return, and got on my way. Soon, Mayuri ben, Seema, Alka bhabhi and I returned to the terrace, and all of us began to have food. Everyone split into smaller groups, and began to chat.
Mayuri ben, Alka bhabhi, and Seema were talking together, and Seema made it a point to fuss over me, making sure that my plate was full at all times, and at other times ensuring that the girls & boys were getting what they wanted. Amisha and Krutika were sitting in one corner, and engaged in a deep conversation, and I noticed that both of them were looking at me intermittently and smiling. Gunjan, the thin Punjabi girl with the smallest pair of tits I had seen on a girl, was her usual giggly self, and tyring to flirt with the two boys, who were looking distinctly uncomfortable in this all-girls crowd. Moushmi, the plump busty Bengali girl was with Mini, the slim and dusky Keralite girl; and they seemed to be in deep conversation. Only the two docile girls in the group, Rakhi the Maharashtrian girl, and Gayathri, the huge Andhra girl, were looking a little out of place, and standing by themselves in one corner, eating silently from their plates.
Seeing that they were rather lonely, I walked up to them with my plate. Seeing me approach, the two girls stiffened, and smiled shyly. I flashed my most disarming smile in return, and said "I hope you are having fun..." "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... thank you..." both of them blurted out together. I engaged them in casual small talk, and tried to get them comfortable. It turned out that both these girls were new to the college, and had come from outside the state. Gayathri, the dark heavily built girl from Andhra, was not very comfortable with Hindi; while Rakhi, the Marathi girl was a father-less child, having lost her father a few years back. I got them both talking in a few minutes time, and even took the liberty of casually touching them on their arm or patting their back, as I cracked some jokes to make them laugh.
I noticed how the other groups of girls were stealing envious glances at us. I leant back against the pabangt of the terrace as I continued to eat, and stood really close to Gayathri, so that she was right next to me, and my hips were touching hers, where she also stood leaning against the pabangt. Finishing my food, I kept my plate aside, and leaned back against the pabangt once again, resting both my hands on the edge of the pabangt. In this position, my right hand was just behind Gayathri's big ass, and was touching her butt lightly. Feeling my hand touch her butt, she hastily looked at me, but made no attempt to move away. As I continued to chat and joke, I made it a point to let her see me gazing at her well developed 34-B breasts that were straining through the fabric of her white cotton college shirt.
As she caught my glance, an embarrassed look came to her face, and her hands automatically went to the button at the neck of her shirt, and began to fiddle with it in sub consciously. Meanwhile, Rakhi, the other girl, who was standing on my left side finished her food, and as she was looking for a place to keep the plate, I reached out with my left hand to take the plate from her hand; a movement which caused my elbow to rub against her small but firm 30-B breasts. As I felt the tender young flesh of her firm breasts press against my elbow, I let my arm linger in that position for a moment longer than necessary, and looked her in the eye. To my joy, she made no attempt to move away, and with a smile saying "Thank you..." allowed me to take the plate from her hand.
Since everybody had finished their food by now, I began to help the ladies of the house with clearing the dishes. As the 3 women and I began to take the dishes down one by one, Mini, the dusky slim Keralite girl accompanied us downstairs with some plates. She was a hot little piece of ass, and swayed her slender ass generously as she walked, and there was always a hint of a teasing smile playing on her lips. She wore the shortest skirt among the girls in the group, which showed a fair bit of her dark slim thighs above her knees. As the Mayuri ben, Seema, and Alka bhabhi headed back upstairs to gather the rest of the plates, Mini stayed back on some pretext.
The moment we were alone in the kitchen, she came up to me and said "Hi bhaiya..." the same teasing smile playing on her sexy dark face. "Hi Mini..." I replied, flashing my most charming smile. She smiled broadly again, and pushing away a stray lock of hair from her face, said "Umm ... bhaiya ... I just wanted to say thank you to you for arranging such a nice party..." "Well, you are always welcome, my dear Mini..." I replied charmingly, a teasing smile playing on my lips also. "So is there anything else you wanted to say, Mini..." I enquired teasingly. She blushed, and blinking her long eyelashes, mumbled "Umm ... no bhaiya..." "Ok, then can I say something now?" I asked her flirtatiously. Surprised, she replied "What ... oh sure, bhaiya ... why not..." With a slow smile, I said "For that you will have to come closer..." Caught unawares, she gawked at me, and then a slow smile came to her face.
Throwing a glance at the kitchen door to check if someone was coming, and once sure that no one was, she approached me hesitantly, and stood very close to me, her hands clutched together in front of her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to and fro. Leaning forward slightly, I placed my hand on her waist, and squeezing the taut flesh of her slim waist, whispered into her ear "I think you are very sexy Mini..." Hearing these words, a gasp escaped her dark thin lips, and her hands flew to the top most button of her shirt, which she had left fashionably open. Continuing to hold her by her waist with my right left hand, I reached out with my right, and pushing away a stray strand of hair from her cheek, said "I mean it ... I think you are the sexiest girl in your group..." As I straightened and moved my face away from her ears, I saw that her dark cheeks were flushed with excitement. Hearing noises of someone approaching the kitchen, she hastily blurted out "Ohh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya..." before moving away hastily and running up the stairs. As she left, she turned around once and flashed me a beautifuy sexy smile to show how pleased she was with my attention.
Heading back to the terrace, I announced gaily "Ice cream anyone..." There was a chorus of hurrays, and everyone shouted back "Yes..." Even the shy, conservative Alka bhabhi, who was busy clearing dishes, looked at me and smiled. As I turned to go, Seema, Mayuri ben's elder daughter said "Wait Jignesh bhai ... I will come with you..." "Oh thank you Seema didi..." I replied as I started down the stairs. Telling her to wait for a minute, I quicky walked home and picked up my bike. Reaching Mayuri ben's place on my bike, Seema got on to the pillion seat, ladies style, with both legs on one side, and placed her hand on my shoulder for support. As I zoomed off on the bike with Seema, the girls waved to us from the terrace. As we moved out of eye-sight, I felt Seema adjust her on the pillion rider's seat behind. With her hand on my shoulder, she leant forward slightly, causing her big firm breasts to press against my back.
After a while, she said "Jignesh bhai ... I just wanted you to know how grateful I am for everything you are doing for mummy and Amisha ... I just want to say thank you ... I don't know how I can ever repay you for your kindness..." Straightening my back, I pushed myself back towards to her to feel her big firm breasts better on my back, and turning my head sideways, said "Didi ... if you really want to thank me ... then you must do one thing for me..." "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... tell me what is it that I can do..." she asked earnestly, leaning forward even more and pressing herself further towards my back.
Letting go of the handlebar for one moment, I placed my hand on hers which was resting on my shoulder and said "Didi ... then please stop calling me Jignesh 'bhai' ... you are elder to me ... so please don't embarrass me by calling me 'bhai'..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she responded with a sigh, "Sorry, I won't call you bhai ... you are so kind ... I will call you Jignesh only..." squeezing my shoulder. "Thank you didi..." I replied with a smile, looking her in the eye over my shoulder. "But Jignesh ... you must tell me what is it that I can do for you ... your Seema didi is always there for you ... anytime you need me..." she said with passion in her voice.
Clearing my throat, I replied "Didi ... I feel ashamed telling you this ... but ... but I am just feeling so nice to have sitting here so close to me on the bike ... and ... and feeling your body against me..." She squeezed my shoulder encouragingly, and pressed herself closer to me, saying "I can understand Jignesh..." Emboldened by her positive response, I continued "You know didi ... every since I was in college ... I always had a crush on you ... its just that I was too shy to come and talk to you..." "Oh Jignesh..." she signed, squeezing my shoulder again, and wrapping her left hand around my waist. "Jignesh, didi can understand your needs ... I and mummy are there for you whenever you need us..." she said in a earnest voice. Hearing these words, I stiffened.
Realizing that I was shocked, she said to me quickly "Don't be shocked Jignesh ... I and mummy are very open with each other ... we share everything with each other ... she has told me everything..." "Didi ... I..." I stammered. "It's ok my dear Jignesh ... it's ok ... just relax ... mummy realizes that she is old ... and so ... so ... she cannot satisfy you fully ... so she has told me to take care of your needs ... please don't be angry with her ... she is just tyring to make you happy..." Seema continued in an eager to convince tone. How could I be angry, I thought to myself, still trying to come to terms with the fact, that a 48-year old mother, and her busty 23-year old daughter were telling me that I could fuck both of them; while I lusted for her other 17-year old teenage daughter also. "Mummy was afraid that you might get angry ... that is why she asked me to speak to you..." Seema continued
"In fact, she has already spoken to Radhika aunty, whose beauty parlour I work at, and arranged for you to come there tomorrow afternoon, so that I can give you a special massage ... and special service..." she said matter of factly, referring to Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony, who ran a beauty parlour, where Seema worked as a beautician. I was shocked to hear that this seemingly respectable beauty parlour, also offered these kind of 'services', of which I had only heard of, and that too only in cities like Bombay. Pressing herself to me again, and caressing my thigh with her other hand, as we rode on the bike, Seema urged me "Jignesh bhai ... please don't be angry with my other ... please tell me you will come ... please give me the opportunity to do something for you ... I promise you I will not disappoint you ... I will give you full satisfaction..." she continued to plead in a desperate tone.
Though my heart was racing, I controlled my tone and said in a not-very-convinced tone "Umm ... ok didi ... I will come..." With relief, she hugged me tight from behind, and placing her chin on my shoulder, whispered into my ear "Oh Jignesh ... thank you ... thank you so much ... mummy will be so happy to hear that you are OK ... and ... and I am also so happy ... so happy to know that I will get a chance to serve you..." I just squeezed her hand re-assuringly, even as I felt my cock become rock hard inside the confines of my jeans. We reached the ice-cream shop, and quickly returned with the ice-cream for. The girls were eagerly waiting for us to return, and rushed to take the ice-cream.
While I was handing out the cones to all of them, Mini, the sexy Mallu teenager, made it a point to come from behind and brush her ripe young breasts on my back on the pretext of taking the ice-cream. When I looked up at her, she just gave me a seductive smile and trotted away gaily, like an excited teenage girl. Mayuri ben and Alka bhabhi were downstairs, cleaning up; while Seema was engaged in conversation with the two out-of-place girls, Rakhi and Gayathri.
Mini, the cock-teasing sexy bitch, was with the inseperable duo of Amisha and Krutika, all excited and gay; while Gunjan, the slim rake-thin Punjabi teenager, was still giggling away to glory and trying to flirt with the two boys, who by now were looking thoroughly bored. I looked around to see that Moushmi, the shy plump and busty Bengali girl, was standing all by herself, and eating her ice-cream quietly. Seeing my chance, I headed towards her.
As I approached her, she turned around, and seeing me coming, smiled slowly, a sweet shy smile that made my cock lurch with desire. "Hi Moushmi..." I greeted her warmly, to which she responed with a very shy "Hello bhaiya..." As I approached her, I could not but help notice once again, how huge her breasts were for her age and size. She was short, only about 5' 3", and plump, with baby fat on her cheeks and body, but my no means fat. Almost the entire front of her chest was covered by the huge well rounded pillowy mounds of her 34-C (or perhaps 36-C) breasts that stretched her college shirt to the limit, and made it look like it was too small for her body size.
From her mannerisms, I could make out that she was extremely shy and self conscious, and her long conservative college uniform skirt only served to make her more desirable to me. Her round moon-face with prominent cheek bones and round fleshy cheeks broke into a shy smile as I approached her. "I hope you are not getting bored..." I asked her with a smile. "Oh no bhaiya ... not at all ... I was just..." she stammered back. "Don't' worry ... I know how you feel ... even I used to be like this ... I was never comfortable in large groups..." I said with an easy smile.
I knew I had judged her right by saying that when I saw a look of relief come to her round face, and she managed to say "Oh ... it's not like that ... it's just that..." "It's alright, Moushmi ... you can be free with me..." I said re-assuringly. "If you are feeling uncomfortable because I have come to talk to you ... I will go away..." I added in a kind tone. "Oh no bhaiya..." she blurted out instinctively, and reached out to touch my arm. Then suddenly embarrassed by her own action, she pulled her hand away quickly, and averting her gaze from mine "Sorry bhaiya ... I ... I didn't mean to ... you ... you are right ... I am a little uncomfortable with people..." she managed to say with great difficulty.
With a warm smile, I reached out and patted her plump cheek, a gesture which made her blush, and then went and stood by her side, leaning back against the pabangt wall. As we ate our ice-cream in silence, I nudged her softly with my elbow, and leaning towards her side, whispered to her "You know Moushmi ... you are the cutest girl in this group ... and ever since I saw you, I was just dying to come up to you and speak to you..." At these words, her cheeks reddened, and all she managed to gasp out was an "Oh..." To encourage her, I continued "So Moushmi ... thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk to you..." "Oh bhaiya..." She blurted out "Please don't make me feel so bad ... I am ... I am ... so glad that you ... that you even bothered to notice me ... and..." her voice trailed off. "It's impossible for anyone not to notice you Moushmi ... you are so cute ... and ... and so sexy..." I said smoothly, deciding to take a chance with her.
Once again, she blushed violently, and looking up at my face with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension, stammered "Ohh ... ohhh ... thank you ... thank you bhaiya ... for ... for everything..." I just smiled in return, and very subtely slid my arm around her back, and caressed her back gently, feeling the soft flesh of her back, and the strap of her bra which held together her disproportionately big racks. I felt her body stiffen upon my touch, but she made no attempt to pull away. Just then I saw Amisha and Krutika walking up towards us, and I subtely moved my hand away, even as she subtely moved a little away from me.
Coming up to me, Amisha took hold of my hand and said happily "Bhaiya ... all these girls are telling that they want to take a ride of my new cycle ... so we all just want to go on a round on our cycles..." "Of course baby..." I replied heartily. "You won't go away no bhaiya ... you will be here only no..." Amisha chimed, coming really close to me and clutching my hand desperately. "Of course baby ... I will be here only ... you all go and come..." I said to her with a smile, even as I noticed Krutika looking at us with what could only be envy. I winked at her again, and gave her my best smile, which caused her to smile back in return.
As the girls and boys trooped downstairs, I noticed that the two boys were standing near my bike and admiring it. Walking up to them, I asked them if they would want to take a ride. They were elated to hear this, and happily took the keys of my bike to take it for a spin. As the the boys got on to the bike and kick-started it, I saw Amisha looking at them with envy. Calling out to them she said "Hey ... I want to take a ride on the bike ... it's my birthday ... so take me..." The two boys just laughed, and zoomed off on the bike. Amisha pouted with hurt and turned to me. Walking up to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and said "Hey baby ... don't be sad ... I will take you for a ride later ... ok..." She cheered up upon hearing my words, and clapped her hands together and jumped up and down like a young kid.
As the girls went off on their cycles, I headed inside to the kitchen. Mayuri ben had hitched up her sari, and was busy washing the dishes, while Seema was helping her. Seeing me, they both turned to me, and Mayuri ben gave me an embarrassed smile. "Mummy is still feeling that may be you are angry with her because she told me everything..." said Seema, with a knowing smile. I just walked up to Mayuri ben, and holding her by her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch to her massive ass, said to her softly "Oh aunty ... how can I be ever angry with you ... you make me feel so bad by even thinking that way..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly and said "Oh beta ... thank you for your kindness ... I am so glad that you are not upset with me..." Seema just looked at us and smiled with genuine affection.
I had to take a leak, so I walked into one of their bedrooms which had an attached bathroom. As I entered the bedroom, I was surprised to see Alka bhabhi sitting on the bed, with her 8-month old baby in her lap. It took me a moment to realize that she was feeding her baby. I could not see anything because the light was switched off in the room, and she had covered her baby which was suckling on her milk-swollen breasts with the pallu of her sari. "Oh sorry bhabhi..." I blurted out "I didn't realize you were here..." She was equally surprised to see me, and only managed to say "Oh Jignesh bhai ... it's ok ... I am sorry..." I quickly darted into the bathroom, and taking out my rigid shaft from the confines of my underwear, took a long needed piss.
The proceedings of the day had meant that I was having a sustained hard-on for a long time now, and I was desperately tempted to wank off right there and then. With great difficulty, I stopped myself, and after finishing my piss, came out of the bathroom. Alka bhabhi was still sitting there on the bed feeding her baby, and seeing me, she smiled at me apprehensively. As I came back into the kitchen, Mayuri ben was putting the washed dishes back, and Seema was nowhere to be seen.
Seing me, she came up to me and said in a conspiratory voice "Beta, maine Alka se baat kar li hai ... usko maine sab samjha diya hai ... woh tumhare liye taiyyaar hai..." Things were moving too fast and too much for me to deal with, and I didn't know what to say. "Uska pati jo hai ... woh abhi ghar par hai ... is liye woh abhi tumko apne ghar nahi le jaa sakti ... par woh tumhare saath tumhare ghar jaane ke liye taiyyar hai ... beta tum jab bhi ready ho ... tum use lekar jaa sakte ho..." continued Mayuri ben, looking at apprehensively, wondering if that is what I wanted. I was just not comfortable with the way she was doing this, and making that poor housewife feel like some cheap whore, who was being forced to sleep with me. Taking a deep breath, I said to Mayuri ben, "Aunty ... I don't even know her ... and I don't even know how she is feeling about the whole thing ... so I don't want to..." "Oh don't worry beta..." Mayuri ben cut me off, "She is only happy to do this for you ... I am not forcing her to do anything..."
I was still not convinced, so I put my hand on Mayuri ben's shoulder and said "Aunty ... I am not some cold-hearted bastard ... I am really grateful for what you are trying to do with me ... but please just allow me to do it my way..." Reaching out for my wallet, I extracted 3 five hundred rupee notes from my wallet, and handing it to Mayuri ben, said "Aunty ... you and I both know that she is doing this because she is in dire need of money ... so I want you to give her this money on behalf of me ... please tell her that I am not expecting anything from her in return ... and please tell her to accept this as a small gesture of help from my side ... because I respect her ... and I will feel good if I know that I am able to help her in some small way..."
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben became silent, and a look of intense love came to her face. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, she reached out and touched me on my cheek with her hand. "Beta, you are kindest man I have ever known in my life ... and all I can say is that people like us blessed to have you amongst us..." As I just smiled wryly, I saw Mayuri ben look at surprise behind my back. Turning around, I saw that Alka bhabhi was standing there at the kitchen door, with a very sad look on her face, and her eyes were red with tears. I realized that she had every word that had been spoken between me and Mayuri ben.
Mayuri ben walked up to her, and taking her by her hand, led her towards me. She followed meekly, her head hung low on her chest, the tears still streaming down her face. Putting her hand across Alka bhabhi's small frame, Mayuri ben said in a kind voice "So beti, you have heard everything that Jignesh has said ... so I don't need to tell you anything ... here is what he asked me to give you..." thrusting the money into Alka bhabhi's hands. As the money was thrust into her hand, Alka bhabhi folded her hands in placation, and looking at me with a pitiable expression, let out a soft sob, a big drop of tear rolling down on her flushed cheeks.
This was too much for me to take, and I felt a lump come up in my throat, and was surprised to see my eyes water with emotion. Seeing me in such an emotional state, Mayuri ben, put her arms around my waist, saying "Oh mara dikra..." and pulled me to her. Seeing this, Alka bhabhi, her lips still quivering with emotion, reached out to take my hand in both her hands, and taking it to her lips, kissed my hand with a lot of emotion. She was unable to speak, and understanding that, I just clasped her hands within my hands, and squeezed it gently. Feeling a surge of tenderness, I let go off her hands, and reaching out to hold her face in my hands, leant forward and kissed her softly on her forehead.
As I quickly pulled myself away, feeling awkward, I was rewarded with a look of infinite love on Alka bhabhi's face, and to my relief, a smile of gratitude came to her face. Mayuri ben just beamed and pulling me to her, so that once again my arms were pressed to her mammoth mammaries under the pallu of her sari, kissed me affectionately on my cheek. Seema came into the kitchen at just that moment, and all of us hastily separated, Alka bhabhi quickly wiping away the tears from her face.
At about the same moment, we heard the girls returning, and all of us headed outside. It was getting late, and the girls had to get home, so they all trooped inside to pick up their college bags from the living room. At that moment, Gunjan, the thin Punjabi teenager, came up to me and clutching her hands together said in a small voice "Bhaiya, I left my bag upstairs in the terrace ... will you please come up with me to get it ... it is dark there and I am a little afraid to go alone..." "Of course dear..." I replied with a smile, surprised that this thin giggly girl, who was all the while busy trying to flirt with those two boys, had suddenly come to me.
As I went up the stairs, she followed me quietly. Her bag was lying in one corner of the terrace, and as I picked it up and handed it to her, she came up really close to me, and said very very seductively "Oh bhaiya ... I just wanted to thank you for arranging such a wonderful party for us ... I had a really nice time ... and I hope that I will be able to meet you again sometime..." Even before I could respond, she started giggling again, and gushed "Oh ... how silly I am no ... you don't even know me ... I am Gunjan, bhaiya ... and ... and I have become a big fan of yours ... I think you are very handsome ... very smart ... and really really nice...", as she stood very close to me twiddling her thumbs together, and dragging her feet.
Not wanting to let go of a chance like this, I grabbed her by her slender waist without warning, and pulled her towards me. Before she could recover from the shock, I pressed her body to mine, feeling her thin rake like body press against mine, those little lemon-sized young teenage breasts mashed against my chest, and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless with her lips parted, I said to her earnestly, "Gunjan ... I think you are the liveliest and cheerful girl I have met here today ... and I was just dying to be alone with you for a few moments ... and yes I will definitely meet you again ... because you have really succeeded in making me feel attracted to you..."
She gaped at me in shock, and then without a word, grabbed hold of my head and pulled my face towards her to kiss me passionately again. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my thighs, and pushed her hips towards me, causing my hard cock inside my jeans to press against her flat firm belly. I responded by thrusting my tongue into the willing mouth this rake thin teenage Punjabi girl, and cupping her small compact ass with my hand. She let out a soft moan and squirmed in my arms, as she felt my hand squeeze the small compact buns of her pert little ass.
To Be Continued..
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