12-12-2018, 12:26 PM
part - 17
Pulling myself away from her, I said "Come let's go down before people start wondering where we are..." She giggled, and adjusting her hair self consciously, followed me downstairs. As the girls were saying good byes to each other, Krutika, the hottest babe of the lot, quietly came up to me, and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper into my hand. With a naughty little smile, she trotted away towards her bicycle. All the other girls too, one by one, came up to me and said their own special byes to me; and I whispered to each one of them individually, that I would meet them soon; something that made each one of them go home happily.
Once all of them had left, Amisha turned to me expectantly, and like an excited kid said "Oh bhaiya ... you promised me you will take me for a ride on your bike ... please take me now..." Mayuri ben interjected, saying "No Amisha ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai ... he must be tired ... not now..." I smiled at Mayuri ben, and said "Oh please aunty ... it's her birthday today ... and I am not tired at all ... we will just go for a short round and come..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly, and chided me saying "I am telling you beta ... you are really going to spoil her..." With a yelp of glee, Amisha ran towards the bike and got on to it even before I could get it off the stand. I kick-started the bike, and engaging gear, zoomed off on to the empty streets behind our colony.
Amisha knew all the tricks in the book, and since she was sitting cross-legged on the bike, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body to my back, the moment we were out of eye-sight. The feel of her ripe young 32-B breasts pressing on to my back did not fail to arouse me, and my cock twitched in my pants. Snuggling up closer to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and said "Let's go for a long ride, ok bhaiya..." "Ok baby, anything you say..." I replied, and reaching behind with my left hand patted her bare knee, which was exposed now since her skirt had ridden up. As if in response to my touching her knee, she pressed both her knees to my hips from behind, and pressed her torso further into my back.
Continuing to ride at a leisurely pace, I asked her "So baby ... did you have a good time today..." "Oh yes, bhaiya..." she replied enthusiastically, "Thank you so much for making my birthday so so special..." she gushed, running her fingers across my taut belly muscles through my kurta. I just smiled and patted her bare knee again, this time making it a point to let my fingers a wee-bit longer than necessary on the smooth skin of her knees. After a brief pause, she said "But bhaiya ... I have one complaint..." "What is that my dear..." I asked back. "You did not give me a birthday kiss..." she replied coquettishly. "Oh..." I replied, surprised that she was bold enough to say that. But then, she was not as naïve and innocent as Jigna was, and this was to be expected.
With a laugh, I said "Well baby ... you never gave me a chance to give you a kiss..." "Don't make excuses, bhaiya..." she said with a pout, playfully hitting me on my belly, "The truth is you just did not want to give me a kiss..." "Oh baby ... now how do I convince you ... tell me how could I have kissed you in front of all those people ... it would have created a scandal..." I replied with another laugh. To that, she giggled, and said provocatively "But now there is nobody ... now no one can see us..." Those words turned me on immensely, and I said to myself that this girl was sure coming on very strong. Without saying anything further, I slowed down the bike, and stopped under a tree, where it was relatively dark, and the street lamps were some distance away.
As I stopped the bike, she got off quickly, and stood there expectantly, clutching her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to & fro. I took my time putting the bike on its stand and then turned to face her, with my back towards the bike. As I looked at this cute short teenager standing in front of me, dressed in her college uniform, her beige coloured pleated skirt reaching just above her knees and worn rather low on her waist, with black college shoes and ankle-length white socks, the white half-sleeved shirt fitting snugly over the twin mounds of her proud young 32-B breasts and the top button left open purposely; I couldn't help but think how my fortunes had changed over the last few weeks.
Sitting down on the bike with my legs spread out, I pulled her by her waist towards me, so that my crotch pressed into hers. Cupping her face my left hand, I kissed her plush on her moist lips; tenderly at first, and then harder as I felt her respond. She responded by wrapping both her arms around me, and parting her lips, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth. From the way she kissed back, I could make out that this was not the first time this cock-teasing 17-year old teenager had been kissed. She darted her hot tongue in and out of my mouth, and even turned her face to one side, lifting one of legs off the ground and bending them at her knee in the classical kissing pose.
My right hand clasped her firm round butt, and pulled her further towards me, causing her ripe young tits inside her shirt & bra to press against my chest, and my hard cock inside my jeans to press against the v of her crotch. After a while, I pulled my lips off hers, and caressing her cheeks, said to her with a smile "Happy birthday, Amisha..." Running her tongue over her moist lips, she smiled and replied "Thank you Jignesh bhaiya..." "Ok now let us better get back or your mummy will start wondering where we went..." I said with a laugh. She giggled, and quickly got on to the bike as I started it. As we headed back, she once again wrapped her arms around my waist, and snuggled up to me from behind. "Tell me bhaiya ... did I kiss nicely?" she asked me in a small voice.
Letting go of the handle-bar with my left hand, I squeezed her palm, and replied "Of course baby, you are a wonderful kisser ... I wish I could tell you how great it felt..." I replied smoothly. After a brief pause, she asked again "Bhaiya ... did kissing me ... did it ... did it arouse you" with some hesitation. In response, I just slid her hand towards my crotch, and pressed it against the bulge of my semi-hard cock through my jeans. "Now do you have your answer Amisha?" I said softly. "Oohhh..." she almost squealed, as her soft hands felt the hardness of my cock through the jeans.
Squeezing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans, she pressed her breasts to my back and whispered into my ear "Ohh bhaiya ... is that ... is that really because of me?" "Of course my dear ... what else do you think..." I replied with a little chuckle. "No ... I thought it..." she mumbled, letting her sentence hanging. Making no attempt to move her soft hands away from where I had placed it, she asked me again "Ok tell me bhaiya ... of all the girls who had come today, whom did you like the most?" Now this was a tricky question, and I took my time before answering. "Umm ... let me think ... I think the girl I liked the most ... was ... was Amisha" I replied with a laugh. "Oh bhaiya..." she crooned, snuggling up to me closer from behind. "Tell me na ... seriously ... which of m friends did you like the most..." "Ok, after my sweet Amisha ... the girl who I thought was the prettiest ... was Krutika..." I replied seriously, knowing fully well that she wouldn't mind me choosing her best friend.
"Hmmm..." she replied with a chuckle of her own, "I also thought you would like her ... you know she is my best friend ... so we always have competition to see who is able to attract more boys..." she continued. "Did you notice bhaiya ... today how she was trying to attract your attention?" she said animatedly, the rivalry between the two evident to me now. "Oh, was she?" I retorted innocently "I did not notice anything..." "Oh good" replied Amisha, "You please don't give her any bhaav, ok bhaiya" "Of course dear ... why would I want her when you are there..."I replied smoothly, a reply which pleased her greatly.
As we were approaching her house, she said "You know bhaiya ... today I placed a bet with her ... I told her that Jignesh bhaiya would give me a birthday kiss ... and she said that you would not ... so now I am very happy because I have won the bet ... tomorrow I am going to tell her how you kissed me today..." "Ummm..." I replied non-commitantly. "If she asks you anything bhaiya ... please please tell her that you kissed me ok ... please don't tell her that I asked for a kiss ... just tell her that you kissed me on your own ok ... please bhaiya..." she pleaded with me in the most seductive manner. "Ok baby, I will..." I replied with a laugh, even as we reached her house, and both of us got off the bike.
As we both entered the house, I noticed that Seema had gone with Alka bhabhi to her place, and Mayuri ben informed me that Seema had gone with her to help her carry home the extra food that was remaining. As Amisha went into her room to change, I walked up to the kitchen where Mayuri ben was clearing up. Seeing me, she wiped her hands on her sari, and quickly embraced me in a hug, pressing my body to her huge fat torso. With a smile on her lips, she said "Jignesh beta ... aaj jo kucch tumne hamare liye kiya hai, Mayuri maasi woh kabhi nahi bhoolegi..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. Casting a quick glance towards the door of the room into which Amisha had gone; she quickly pressed her thick lips to mine, and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, kissed me ardently. I groaned, and clutching her massive fat ass, pressed my hard boner to the soft fleshy folds of her generous bulging belly.
She quickly slid her fat pudgy hands between our bodies, and clutching my cock through my jeans, whispered to me with a smile on her face "Oh beta ... you are so hard ... you want aunty right now isn't it?" "I always want you aunty..." I replied softly with a smile. "Beta ... why don't you sleep here tonight ... then in the night..." she left the sentence unfinished, her smile conveying the rest. Hearing these words from Mayuri ben's mouth, my cock gave an involuntary lurch. However, I had other plans for the night, and so I said "Oh aunty ... I would love to ... but I don't know if it is such a good idea ... what will Amisha and Seema didi think..." She seemed to be caught in a dilemma for a while, and took some time before she replied. "Umm ... Seema will understand ... but Amisha..." she said thoughtfully. "Oh beta ... but will you be ok?" she asked with a lot of concern in her voice. "Of course aunty ... I can always think of you in my bed right..." I replied with a charming smile.
That seemed to appease her, and she responded by giving my cock an extra hard squeeze through the jeans. After a brief pause, she asked tentatively "Beta ... I wanted to ask you something ... if you don't mind..." "Sure aunty..." I replied smoothly. Seeming to be lost for words, she began slowly "Beta ... I know that I am old ... and ... and I know that I ... I may not be giving you complete satisfaction..." Looking into my eyes as if searching for my reaction, she continued "I mean ... I know that you can ... you can ... have all the pleasure you want ... with ... with Sarla..." referring to my voluptuous neighbour Sarla bhabhi. I chose not to say anything, and waited to hear what more she had to say. "Beta ... please don't mind my saying this ... but ... but just that I don't want you to go to that Sarla ... I know that she will be inviting you to go to her ... but..." her voice trailed off.
Wrapping my arms around her massive belly and caressing her huge fleshy back, I said to her re-assuringly "Oh my dear aunty ... why are you even thinking of that ... I remember everything you told me about her ... and that I should be careful with Sarla aunty ... and ... and when you are there for me aunty ... why should I go to her..." Hearing these words, she beamed, and caressing my face said "Oh beta ... I am so glad that you understand..." Then playfully hitting me on my chest, she said with a mock frown "And you don't have to flatter you old Mayuri maasi ok ... I know that you are a young man ... and I know what young men need..." I too responded by shaking my head in mock exasperation. Once again, she pulled me closer to her, and said softly "I will take care of everything you need ... ok beta ... tomorrow afternoon, I have made some special arrangement for you..." "Oh really aunty ... what is that?" I asked innocently. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said "Beta ... did you ... did you like ... Seema?" Hearing this 48-year old matronly lady asking me whether I liked her 23-year old elder daughter sent a thrill to my spine, and I just managed to sputter back "What ... what do you mean, aunty?"
Seeing my obvious discomfort, she said softly with a smile "Beta ... what I meant to ask is ... that ... do you find my Seema beti attractive?" My cock lurched once again, and this time I was sure she had felt it too. "Oh aunty ... you are making me feel so shy now ... how can I ... how can I answer that question..." I protested meekly. I lowered my eyes, and continued in a small voice "Of course, I like Seema didi aunty ... how can I not like her ... she is ... she is so much like you ... she is just like a younger version of you ... though I am very sure that when you were her age ... you were much more sexier..." I finished in a shy voice. Hearing these words, she smiled again, and pressed her body to me harder, caressing my back.
I could make out that my answer had killed two birds with one stone. I had conveyed my interest in Seema and in the same breath ensured that she too was flattered. "You are very sweet Jignesh beta..." she whispered huskily. "I am so happy to hear that you like my daughter ... because for you I have arranged for Seema to give you a special massage tomorrow at Radhika ben's parlour ... I have told her what to do ... I hope you will like it beta..." she continued. "Oh..." I gasped, pretending to be surprised to hear that.
"This is the least I can do for you beta ... for all your kindness ... I have told Radhika ben also that she has to allow Seema to give you a complimentary massage ... and that she should not charge you anything..." she said. "Radhika was not ready at first ... but then I convinced her ... I told her how it is her luck to get a esteemed customer like Jignesh bhai ... and that if Jignesh bhai is happy ... then he will visit her parlour more frequently ... and that he can also recommend the parlour to his friends ... and how much more business she will get my making sure Jignesh bhai is happy..." she continued, trying to boast of how much she was doing for me. "Oh aunty ... you didn't have to do all that..." I protested, though I was thrilled to the core inside. "Oh that's nothing beta ... you just be with your Mayuri maasi ... I will take care of everything..." she said boastingly.
I couldn't help but imagine how shrewd this 48-year old college teacher was. One the one hand, she was making me feel like she was arranging for VIP treatment for me, while on the other hand I was sure she had also arranged for taking a cut from the income the 36-year old Punjabi housewife Radhika Sharma would make from me, and all the other future customers I could potentially bring. I however maintained a thoughtful expression on my face. Seeing the look of indecisiveness on my face, she said quickly "Oh don't worry about anything beta ... nobody will know anything ... and I have also made sure that if you take Seema for your massage, you have to pay Radhika ben only 50% of the charge, which is what Seema has to give Radhika for every client that she services ... and also, with Seema ... you don't have to give her any tip ... and she will always give you full service..."
By now, my cock had reached its bursting point. I couldn't believe my ears. Here was this 48-year old mammoth bosomed Mayuri ben pimping her own 23-year old daughter to me. "And also beta ... there are many other young girls also there at the parlour ... you can always take any girl you like if you get bored with Seema..." she said, still trying hard to convince me. As she waited anxiously for my response, I finally said "Oh aunty ... I don't know what to say ... I am not at all comfortable with the idea of doing all this at Radhika aunty's beauty parlour ... but ... but if it is going to be of any help to you ... then I can think about it..."
Hearing my response, a troubled look came to her face, and after a great bit of conflict in her mind, she finally said "Oh beta ... how can I say this to you now ... all I can say is that it will be a great help to us ... me, Seema, and Amisha ... all of us ... if you agree to this..." In an almost pleading tone, she continued "If you agree to go there beta ... and also arrange for some of your friends to visit that parlour ... and take massage services ... then ... then Radhika ben has agreed to give us a 10% commission for every customer ... you know how little I earn from my government college job ... and I have to get both these girls married ... so ... so we will be eternally grateful to you if you can agree to this..." her voice almost breaking down.
Realizing that I had played out the charade long enough, I replied with a sigh "Oh aunty ... if that is the case ... then I will definitely go ... I will do anything I can if it will help you..." Hearing my response, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and hugging me tightly, said "Oh thank you, Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you..." kissing me repeatedly on my cheeks, forehead, and lips. Just then, we heard Seema return, and I quickly disengaged myself from Mayuri ben's arms. As soon as Seema entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben announced to her "Beta Seema ... Jignesh has agreed to come to your parlour tomorrow..." a broad smile of accomplishment on her face. Seema just smiled weakly, and lowering her face, said in a small voice "Ok, mummy..." "Just make sure you give the best service tomorrow ok?" instructed Mayuri ben in a firm voice. Once again, Seema avoided eye contact with me, and just nodded her head in assentment.
At about the same time, Amisha opened the door of her bedroom and came outside. She had apparenty washed her face, and had changed into her night clothes comprising of an old collared white t-shirt that was a tad over-sized for her, in all probabilities inherited from her elder sister, and a pair of cheap cotton slacks. Even in this completely non-glamorous attire, she looked incredibly desirable to me, the twin mounds of her young firm tits visible under the loose t-shirt.
Seeing her, Mayuri ben said in a stern voice "Amisha ... have you thanked Jignesh bhai for the gift he gave you today ... and all the other things he arranged for your party?" "Of course, mummy ... I did..." she answered protestingly, "Ask him ... isn't it Jignesh bhaiya?" she said turning towards me. "Of course Amisha..." I replied with my most benevolent smile. As we casually chatted, Amisha came and stood next to me and on the pretext of saying something to me, took hold of my hand in hers and brushed her firm young breasts against my arm. Worried that her open indiscretion may end up ruining my prospects in this household, I quickly took leave of them and headed back to my house.
I reached home, and was about to change into my night clothes, when the phone rang. It was my sexy neighbour Sarla bhabhi. "Aap to mujhe bhool hi gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she cooed on the phone, in her trademark sing-song cock-teasing voice. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, "I was a little busy, and just got back home..." She then asked if I had finished my dinner. When I replied in the affirmative, she seemed disappointed, and replied in a small voice, "Oh ok beta ... I guess you must be tired now ... I won't disturb you then ... I just called to..." Sensing her disappointment, I said "Aunty, I am feeling very lonely now ... so is it OK if I come to your place to spend the night ... of course, only if it is OK with you aunty..."
Hearing this, I could sense her perk up, and she replied enthusiastically "Of course beta ... why do you even have to ask that ... I know how lonely you are ... come over beta ... I will cheer you up..." I knew that she was alone, since her husband was traveling. "OK aunty ... I will come over in a few minutes then" I replied. After a brief pause, she said "Beta, do one thing ... don't come from the front door ... I will keep the back door of the kitchen open ... you come from there ... I hope you understand why beta ... I don't want anybody to start gossiping..." "Of course I understand aunty..." I replied with a laugh.
Changing into a pair of comfortable slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt, I went up to the terrace of our house, which shared a common wall with their terrace. Crossing over to their terrace, I headed down to their courtyard, and entered her house through the door of the kitchen, which she had left open for me. As I closed the kitchen door, I called out for her. She answered from inside her bedroom "Give me one minute beta ... make yourself comfortable ... I am coming..." I settled down in the couch in their living room, and switched on the TV.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and my jaw dropped in astonishment at the sight of her. She was dressed in the crimson red satin gown I had bought for her the other day. The gown was of a sheer see-through satin with sleeves that reached the middle of her fore-arms and open at the front, with just a sash tied across her waist. Under the gown, she was wearing the crimson-red satin slip that had come with the gown. The slip came to well above her knees, and was held at the shoulders by two thin straps. I could see that she had put on some make-up and had brushed her dull golden-brown hair fashionably.
Each of her hands were adorned with two dozen matching crimson red bangles, the color of which was in stark contrast to the milky white skin of her hands. From that distance itself, I could also smell the fragrance of the perfume she had liberally applied on herself, and she looked like a ravishing bride ready for her first night. As her face broke into a sexy smile on seeing me, I stood up and said "Oh Sarla aunty ... you look so gorgeous..." She blushed, and came towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively inside her sexy gown. "I had wanted to wear this specially for you Jignesh beta..." she said with her trademark cock-teasing smile ... I hope you like it..." In response, I pulled her towards me, and wrapping my hands around her waist, kissed her passionately on her soft juicy lips. As I held her in my arms, I felt her soft luscious breasts press against my chest, and it became evident that she was not wearing a bra.
As my hands caressed her delicious ass, I also felt that she was not wearing a panty too. She responded with alacrity, pressing her body to mine, and thrusting her hot juicy tongue into my mouth. As I pulled my mouth away from her, she dropped her gaze to my chest, and caressing my bare arms, said shyly "I wanted to make this night special for you Jignesh beta ... like our honeymoon night..." Lifting up her face by her chin, I looked into her eyes with lust and said huskily "You are the most desirable woman I have ever know in my life aunty ... all I can think of right now is how lucky uncle is to have you as his wife..." Ever the seductress, she smiled and bit her lips. Tracing her fingers on my chest, she said softly "Just think of me as your wife Jignesh beta ... I am yours ... for tonight ... and for any other time you want me..." In response, I just pressed her soft body to me, my already rigid cock pressing to her soft belly in the process.
As I pulled away, and sat down on the couch, she asked me if I was in the mood for a drink. Her husband kept a stock of imported liquor which she had at her disposal. Since I had already had dinner, and wanted to be in my senses to fuck her tonight, I settled on a Cognac with warm water and honey. She proceeded to make elaborate arrangements to make the drinks, setting up a tray on the tea-poy, with the bottle of Cognac, a decanter of luke-warm water, and a small bowl filled with honey. As she sat by my side on the couch, and leant forward towards the tea-poy to make the drinks, her crimson red transparent gown fell open at the neck and I could see the cleavage of her milky white breasts at the deep cut neck of the red satin slip inside. The sight of her making drinks for me in this sexy crimson red see-through night gown, and her milky white hands adorned by those red bangles like those of a newly wed bride, which clinked delightfully each time she moved her hands, almost drove me crazy.
As we clinked our glasses and raised a toast to good times ahead, she said "Aaj ki raat ... Jignesh bhai ki suhaag raat ke naam..." As the warm Cognac soothed my throat, I sat back on the couch and relaxed. She settled herself on the couch in such a manner that her back was resting against my chest, and her head was supported by my left shoulder. As she lifted her legs to rest them on the center-table, the front opening of her thin transparent gown fell open, baring her milky white legs and thighs to my view. That's when I noticed that she had also painted her toe-nails with matching crimson red nail-polish. We made small talk even as I played with her hair and ear-lobes, causing her to squirm with pleasure, and giggle constantly like a young shy newly wed bride.
As the Cognac went inside, I felt her body relax, and her movements become more languid. The way she was resting against me with her head on my left shoulder, my left arm was lying on her torso, enjoying the feel of her soft pliant breasts under the gown, and the fingers playing with the soft flesh of her well-rounded belly. Finishing off my drink, I put the glass down, and placed my right hand also on her belly. She too threw her head back, and gulped down the remnants of her drink in one shot. I took the empty glass from her hands, and put it down on the center table. She looked up towards my eyes, and gave me a brazen half smile, the drink obviously having loosened her up. Taking hold of my right hand, she pressed it to her breasts through her gown. Her ran her tongue on her lips to moist them, and closing her eyes, breathed "Ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao Jignesh..."
With a groan, I closed my fingers around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts through the gown, and kissed her on the mouth, plunging my tongue into the depths of her mouth. She responded with eagerness, and moaned. She was almost lying flat on my lap now, her head supported by my arms, and her legs resting on the couch. I quickly undid the cord holding her gown tied together in the front, baring the red satin slip inside. The slip reached just below her pelvis, well above her knees, and was held together at the shoulder by slender straps. Continuing to kiss her, I slid my hand inside her slip through the neck, and cupped her soft juicy breasts. As she arched her back and pushed her breasts into my palms, I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I straightened, and gazed with lust at this lusty 36-year old housewife lying so wantonly in my lap. Her skin, as I have said earlier, was milky white, and the crimson red slip contrasted sharply with it. She lay there with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, as my fingers continued to tease and manipulate her soft, pliant, and milky white 34-C breasts. Opening her eyes, she gazed at me with lust, and squeezed my hand that in turn was squeezing her breasts. I pulled out my hand from inside her slip, and proceeded to slide the slender strap off her left shoulder. Hooking my fingers in the neck of her slip, I pulled it down, baring her beautiful breasts capped with light brown aereolas and pink nipples to my view.
With another groan, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across her already erect nipple; eliciting a shiver from her body. I ran my tongue in circles on the aereolas around her nipples, and teased her by flicking my tongue on the nipple occasionally. She moaned again, and grabbing my head pushed my face to her breasts. Opening my mouth, I took her soft juicy breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on them ardently. She began to writhe uncontrollably in my lap, and her hands began to roam over her belly; finally reaching her pelvic region. Seeing that, I slid my hand down her belly, and began to caress the insides of her thighs. As she wriggled her hips, I slid my palm upwards under her slip, until it came to rest on the soft mound of her hot pussy.
To my surprise, I realized that she had shaved her pussy, and her pussy lips were smooth and clear like a virgin. "Ohh beta..." she moaned as I began to caress her vulva with my fingers. Parting the lips of her juicy pussy, I slid in my middle finger. She was already wet, and my finger slid in easily. As I began to manipulate her wet vagina with my middle finger, she groaned and began to buck her hips. Seeing that she was wet and ready, I pushed in my index finger too, and began to finger her harder; sucking on her breasts at the same time. She grabbed hold of my hand, and pressing it to her vagina, began to buck her hips up and down, writhing uncontrollably in the process.
Sensing that she was wet and ready now, I pulled my fingers away from her pussy and helped her sit up. As I stood up, she looked questioningly at me. "Let's go to your bedroom aunty..." I said with a smile, holding out my hand for her to take. With a smile, she took my hand and stood up. In one swift motion, I swept her off her feet and lifted her in my arms. She squealed with pleasure and clung to my neck, as I carried her in my arms to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and proceeded to take off my kurta and the vest. I quickly peeled of my jeans too, and stood before her in only my briefs; my erect cock creating a very noticeable bulge inside my briefs.
As she lay there expectantly on the bed and gazed lovingly at my well muscled torso, I got on to all fours on the bed between her outstretched milky white legs. Her breathing had become shallow by now in anticipation of what I was about to do. I thrust a pillow under her hips, and parting her thighs, plunged my face between them. I placed one of her legs on my shoulder and began to run my tongue along her smooth milky white calves. She let out a soft hiss as my tongue slid along her calves. I proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs and finally reached her moist clean shaven pussy. With a groan, I thrust my head forward, and parting the lips of her labia with my fingers began to lick the pink slit of her juicy pussy.
"Ooohhhh Jignesh beta..." she cried as my tongue slid inside her pussy and she grabbed hold my head by the hair. I began to suck and lick on her pussy in earnest, spreading open the well lubricated lips of her puffy mound with my fingers, and flicking my tongue across her erect clitoris. She began to thrash about wantonly on the bed, her hips jerking spasmodically and thrusting upwards to take more of my tongue inside. I obliged my allowing her to wrap her legs around my head, and thrust my tongue in deeper. Her moaning had become noticeably louder by now, and grabbing hold my head, she whispered urgently "Fuck me now Jignesh beta ... fuck me ... your Sarla aunty needs you inside her now..."
Needing no further invitation, I quickly positioned myself on my knees between her spread thighs, and pushing up her left right leg so that it was supported by my left shoulder, I quickly stripped of my briefs. My hard throbbing cock jumped out as it was freed of the confines. Holding my cock with my right hand, I guided the red bulbous tip of my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Holding on to her thigh which was resting against my shoulder, I thrust forward hard, burying the length of my cock into the hot depths of her juicy cunt. As my cock speared into her vagina, she let out a guttural cry of pleasure and stretched out her arms on either side on the bed; her hands clutching the bed sheet.
Holding on to her uplifted thigh, I began to fuck her rhythmically, my hips making slapping sounds against her pelvis. As I looked down with lust at my cock sliding in and out of the pink folds of her wet pussy, she threw her head back and screwing her eyes shut, began to let out throaty gasps each time my cock rammed into her. Her entire body shuddered each time I drove my cock into her, and those delicious milky white soft breasts jiggled like a milk pouch. By the way she was going berserk on the bed in response to my relentless fucking, I could sense that she was nearing her orgasm.
She bit her lips, and her fingers grabbed me by my hair, her moans urging me to fuck her harder. I twister her sideways on the bed so that she was almost lying on one side, and repositioned myself in a position where her left leg was between my legs, and her right leg was upright supported by my shoulder. In this position, I could assault her moist cunt in a different angle. Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of her jiggling breasts and began to fuck her with renewed vigor.
By now, her writhing had become uncontrollable, and in an attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure, she grabbed hold of the pillow and bit it with her mouth. Continuing to maul her deliciously soft milky white breasts, I pounded her juicy cunt without reducing pace. Without warning, her orgasm hit her, and she cried out aloud, her body arching like a bow stretched sideways on the bed. Her pussy began to contract in a rhythmic fashion and her entire body began to shudder uncontrollably even as she cried out "Oh Jignesh..." The contractions of her pussy triggered my orgasm too, and I felt my sperm begin its journey from my swollen balls to my rigid cock.
"I am coming, aunty..." I managed to gasp, even as I began to pull my cock out of her cunt. "No Jignesh, no ... I need you inside me..." she cried out, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me deeper into her juicy wet pussy. I arched my back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, as I felt my jism shoot out of the swollen tip of my cock and flood the depths of her pussy. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my face resting on breasts. She cradled my head in her arms with tenderness, feeding me those succulent breasts, even as I continued to take in deep breaths in an attempt to appease my air starved lungs. After regaining my breath, I took leave of her and headed home for a well deserved sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. Groggily, I got up from the bed and went to open the door. My newly hired maid Pushpa stood at the door smiling. There was no sign of the other girl Rani, and I presumed she had arranged to come alone. It came back to me that I had told Pushpa to come prepared to "service" me today. She had come decked up today, fresh from a bath. She was dressed in an embroidered wine-red ghagra & choli, with a matching red blouse. The choli was of the thin translucent chiffon material much favored by these village girls, and was adorned with silver & gold colored tinsels. The ghagra too was elaborately adorned with small mirrors and embroidery. She had even put on a small red bindi on her forehead, and her hands were adorned with cheap matching red bangles.
"Good morning, Jignesh saheb..." she said perkily with a teasing smile. Rubbing my eyes, my voice heavy with sleep, I asked "Aaj tu akeli aayi hai, Pushpa?" "Haan, saheb ... aaj main akeli aayi hoon ... aapne kahaa thha na..." she replied a touch nervously. I smiled, and let her in. As she bustled into the room swaying her slender hips seductively, I could hear the sound of her anklets jingling. Picking up the newspaper, I headed to the bathroom to take care of my morning ablutions. As I brushed my teeth, I could hear her moving around the house sweeping and mopping the floor.
After freshening up, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen platform, busy in boiling some tea for me. Seeing me, she smiled brightly and said "Main aapke liye chai banaa rahi thhi saheb..." Smiling in response, I walked up to her, and standing behind her, took hold of her slender waist with both my hands, just above the waistline of her ghaagra. Pressing my crotch to her small but firm butt, I slid my hands forward to caress her taut belly under the choli. She giggled and wriggled in my grasp, causing her little butt to rub against my partly turgid cock inside my shorts. Since I had not bothered to change, I was still in my boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
Resting my head on her shoulder, I said to her in her ears "Kya baat hai Pushpa, aaj to tu badi sexy lag rahi hai..." She just giggled in response, as she poured the tea into a cup. Sliding my hands up her belly, I took hold of those firm perky little tits of her over the blouse. Cupping them roughly, I breathed into her ear "Mera to man kar raha hai ki mai tujhe idhar hi chod doon..." "Ohh saheb..." she said under her breath, twisting her neck sideways to look at my face, as if to ascertain whether I meant it. Seeing me smile, she blushed, and biting her lips, said in a teasing voice "Aap chai to pee leejiye saheb ... main kahin nahi jaa rahi hoon..." I gave her small erect nubbins a little tweak with my fingers through the blouse, as I let her go with a laugh.
Taking the cup of tea, I picked up the newspaper and went to the balcony outside my bedroom. As I engrossed myself in the newspaper, I could hear Pushpa busy herself with the sweeping and mopping work. After about 15 minutes, just as I finishing the sports page, Pushpa came into the balcony. Standing at the door hesitantly, she said "Kaam sab ho gaya saheb..." Without looking up from the paper, I said "Theek hai..." She stood there hesitantly for a few seconds and then said in a halting voice "Aur kucchh kaam baaki hai saheb?" "Nahi..." I replied in a monologue, pretending to be still engrossed in the paper. That would have stumped her, because she went silent. I was enjoying this.
After a few moments, she asked again "To main ... main jaaoon saheb?" "Haan" I replied again, again pretending to be the least interested. Stunned, she just managed to say "Theek hai saheb..." and turned to leave. Before she had reached halfway, I jumped up from the chair in the balcony, and creeping up noiselessly, grabbed her from behind. By the time she squealed "Uii maa..." I had already picked her up in my arms. Looking at her startled face, I laughed heartily and said "Aise thhodi jaane dene waala thaa main tujhe..." She had instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on, and I saw a look of relief and joy light up her face.
With her thin lissome body, she was as light as a young teenage college girl, and I had no trouble in holding her up in my arms, supporting her by her back and her legs. "Main sochi ki aapko aaj..." she said with a relieved smile, letting her sentence unfinished. I carried her to my bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Clambering on to the bed, I propped a couple of pillows against the headboard of the bed, and settled back comfortably. Pulling her roughly towards me, I made her sit with her back resting against my torso, and my hands around her waist. Her single long braid of hair was resting on her left shoulder and lay in her lap.
Running my fingers in circles on her taut belly under the choli, I rested my chin on her right shoulder and said softly in her ears "Tu aaj taiyyaar hai Pushpa?" Continuing to twiddle with her braid of hair, she replied in her trademark teasing shy voice "Haan saheb ... aaj main poori tarah se taiyyar hoon..." I could smell some cheap talcum powder on her body, and her hair too did not smell of stale oil. She had taken care to prepare herself for me today. "Maine apne haath ke baal bhi saaf kar diye hai saheb..." she said shyly, lifting her arms up to show me. I noticed that her hands were squeaky clean without a trace of any body hair. As I smiled my appreciation, she beamed and leaning forward, pulled her ghagra up to her knees to show me her legs as well. "Dekho saheb..." she said, referring to her waxed legs also.
As she showed me her arms and legs for me to approve, I couldn't help think of how all her cockiness had vanished now. Gone was that teasing cockiness that was so inherent to her sex appeal? She was now totally eager to please, and that turned me on immensely. As she gazed at me awaiting my comments, I asked with a smile "Aur wahaan ke baal?" Her hands instinctively flew to her mouth as she blushed, and with that same shy giggle, she dropped her gaze and said in a small voice "Haan ... woh bhi saaf hai saheb..." "Umm..." I responded, pulling her towards me and running my tongue on her earlobes, causing her to squirm.
To Be Continued..
Pulling myself away from her, I said "Come let's go down before people start wondering where we are..." She giggled, and adjusting her hair self consciously, followed me downstairs. As the girls were saying good byes to each other, Krutika, the hottest babe of the lot, quietly came up to me, and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper into my hand. With a naughty little smile, she trotted away towards her bicycle. All the other girls too, one by one, came up to me and said their own special byes to me; and I whispered to each one of them individually, that I would meet them soon; something that made each one of them go home happily.
Once all of them had left, Amisha turned to me expectantly, and like an excited kid said "Oh bhaiya ... you promised me you will take me for a ride on your bike ... please take me now..." Mayuri ben interjected, saying "No Amisha ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai ... he must be tired ... not now..." I smiled at Mayuri ben, and said "Oh please aunty ... it's her birthday today ... and I am not tired at all ... we will just go for a short round and come..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly, and chided me saying "I am telling you beta ... you are really going to spoil her..." With a yelp of glee, Amisha ran towards the bike and got on to it even before I could get it off the stand. I kick-started the bike, and engaging gear, zoomed off on to the empty streets behind our colony.
Amisha knew all the tricks in the book, and since she was sitting cross-legged on the bike, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body to my back, the moment we were out of eye-sight. The feel of her ripe young 32-B breasts pressing on to my back did not fail to arouse me, and my cock twitched in my pants. Snuggling up closer to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and said "Let's go for a long ride, ok bhaiya..." "Ok baby, anything you say..." I replied, and reaching behind with my left hand patted her bare knee, which was exposed now since her skirt had ridden up. As if in response to my touching her knee, she pressed both her knees to my hips from behind, and pressed her torso further into my back.
Continuing to ride at a leisurely pace, I asked her "So baby ... did you have a good time today..." "Oh yes, bhaiya..." she replied enthusiastically, "Thank you so much for making my birthday so so special..." she gushed, running her fingers across my taut belly muscles through my kurta. I just smiled and patted her bare knee again, this time making it a point to let my fingers a wee-bit longer than necessary on the smooth skin of her knees. After a brief pause, she said "But bhaiya ... I have one complaint..." "What is that my dear..." I asked back. "You did not give me a birthday kiss..." she replied coquettishly. "Oh..." I replied, surprised that she was bold enough to say that. But then, she was not as naïve and innocent as Jigna was, and this was to be expected.
With a laugh, I said "Well baby ... you never gave me a chance to give you a kiss..." "Don't make excuses, bhaiya..." she said with a pout, playfully hitting me on my belly, "The truth is you just did not want to give me a kiss..." "Oh baby ... now how do I convince you ... tell me how could I have kissed you in front of all those people ... it would have created a scandal..." I replied with another laugh. To that, she giggled, and said provocatively "But now there is nobody ... now no one can see us..." Those words turned me on immensely, and I said to myself that this girl was sure coming on very strong. Without saying anything further, I slowed down the bike, and stopped under a tree, where it was relatively dark, and the street lamps were some distance away.
As I stopped the bike, she got off quickly, and stood there expectantly, clutching her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to & fro. I took my time putting the bike on its stand and then turned to face her, with my back towards the bike. As I looked at this cute short teenager standing in front of me, dressed in her college uniform, her beige coloured pleated skirt reaching just above her knees and worn rather low on her waist, with black college shoes and ankle-length white socks, the white half-sleeved shirt fitting snugly over the twin mounds of her proud young 32-B breasts and the top button left open purposely; I couldn't help but think how my fortunes had changed over the last few weeks.
Sitting down on the bike with my legs spread out, I pulled her by her waist towards me, so that my crotch pressed into hers. Cupping her face my left hand, I kissed her plush on her moist lips; tenderly at first, and then harder as I felt her respond. She responded by wrapping both her arms around me, and parting her lips, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth. From the way she kissed back, I could make out that this was not the first time this cock-teasing 17-year old teenager had been kissed. She darted her hot tongue in and out of my mouth, and even turned her face to one side, lifting one of legs off the ground and bending them at her knee in the classical kissing pose.
My right hand clasped her firm round butt, and pulled her further towards me, causing her ripe young tits inside her shirt & bra to press against my chest, and my hard cock inside my jeans to press against the v of her crotch. After a while, I pulled my lips off hers, and caressing her cheeks, said to her with a smile "Happy birthday, Amisha..." Running her tongue over her moist lips, she smiled and replied "Thank you Jignesh bhaiya..." "Ok now let us better get back or your mummy will start wondering where we went..." I said with a laugh. She giggled, and quickly got on to the bike as I started it. As we headed back, she once again wrapped her arms around my waist, and snuggled up to me from behind. "Tell me bhaiya ... did I kiss nicely?" she asked me in a small voice.
Letting go of the handle-bar with my left hand, I squeezed her palm, and replied "Of course baby, you are a wonderful kisser ... I wish I could tell you how great it felt..." I replied smoothly. After a brief pause, she asked again "Bhaiya ... did kissing me ... did it ... did it arouse you" with some hesitation. In response, I just slid her hand towards my crotch, and pressed it against the bulge of my semi-hard cock through my jeans. "Now do you have your answer Amisha?" I said softly. "Oohhh..." she almost squealed, as her soft hands felt the hardness of my cock through the jeans.
Squeezing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans, she pressed her breasts to my back and whispered into my ear "Ohh bhaiya ... is that ... is that really because of me?" "Of course my dear ... what else do you think..." I replied with a little chuckle. "No ... I thought it..." she mumbled, letting her sentence hanging. Making no attempt to move her soft hands away from where I had placed it, she asked me again "Ok tell me bhaiya ... of all the girls who had come today, whom did you like the most?" Now this was a tricky question, and I took my time before answering. "Umm ... let me think ... I think the girl I liked the most ... was ... was Amisha" I replied with a laugh. "Oh bhaiya..." she crooned, snuggling up to me closer from behind. "Tell me na ... seriously ... which of m friends did you like the most..." "Ok, after my sweet Amisha ... the girl who I thought was the prettiest ... was Krutika..." I replied seriously, knowing fully well that she wouldn't mind me choosing her best friend.
"Hmmm..." she replied with a chuckle of her own, "I also thought you would like her ... you know she is my best friend ... so we always have competition to see who is able to attract more boys..." she continued. "Did you notice bhaiya ... today how she was trying to attract your attention?" she said animatedly, the rivalry between the two evident to me now. "Oh, was she?" I retorted innocently "I did not notice anything..." "Oh good" replied Amisha, "You please don't give her any bhaav, ok bhaiya" "Of course dear ... why would I want her when you are there..."I replied smoothly, a reply which pleased her greatly.
As we were approaching her house, she said "You know bhaiya ... today I placed a bet with her ... I told her that Jignesh bhaiya would give me a birthday kiss ... and she said that you would not ... so now I am very happy because I have won the bet ... tomorrow I am going to tell her how you kissed me today..." "Ummm..." I replied non-commitantly. "If she asks you anything bhaiya ... please please tell her that you kissed me ok ... please don't tell her that I asked for a kiss ... just tell her that you kissed me on your own ok ... please bhaiya..." she pleaded with me in the most seductive manner. "Ok baby, I will..." I replied with a laugh, even as we reached her house, and both of us got off the bike.
As we both entered the house, I noticed that Seema had gone with Alka bhabhi to her place, and Mayuri ben informed me that Seema had gone with her to help her carry home the extra food that was remaining. As Amisha went into her room to change, I walked up to the kitchen where Mayuri ben was clearing up. Seeing me, she wiped her hands on her sari, and quickly embraced me in a hug, pressing my body to her huge fat torso. With a smile on her lips, she said "Jignesh beta ... aaj jo kucch tumne hamare liye kiya hai, Mayuri maasi woh kabhi nahi bhoolegi..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. Casting a quick glance towards the door of the room into which Amisha had gone; she quickly pressed her thick lips to mine, and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, kissed me ardently. I groaned, and clutching her massive fat ass, pressed my hard boner to the soft fleshy folds of her generous bulging belly.
She quickly slid her fat pudgy hands between our bodies, and clutching my cock through my jeans, whispered to me with a smile on her face "Oh beta ... you are so hard ... you want aunty right now isn't it?" "I always want you aunty..." I replied softly with a smile. "Beta ... why don't you sleep here tonight ... then in the night..." she left the sentence unfinished, her smile conveying the rest. Hearing these words from Mayuri ben's mouth, my cock gave an involuntary lurch. However, I had other plans for the night, and so I said "Oh aunty ... I would love to ... but I don't know if it is such a good idea ... what will Amisha and Seema didi think..." She seemed to be caught in a dilemma for a while, and took some time before she replied. "Umm ... Seema will understand ... but Amisha..." she said thoughtfully. "Oh beta ... but will you be ok?" she asked with a lot of concern in her voice. "Of course aunty ... I can always think of you in my bed right..." I replied with a charming smile.
That seemed to appease her, and she responded by giving my cock an extra hard squeeze through the jeans. After a brief pause, she asked tentatively "Beta ... I wanted to ask you something ... if you don't mind..." "Sure aunty..." I replied smoothly. Seeming to be lost for words, she began slowly "Beta ... I know that I am old ... and ... and I know that I ... I may not be giving you complete satisfaction..." Looking into my eyes as if searching for my reaction, she continued "I mean ... I know that you can ... you can ... have all the pleasure you want ... with ... with Sarla..." referring to my voluptuous neighbour Sarla bhabhi. I chose not to say anything, and waited to hear what more she had to say. "Beta ... please don't mind my saying this ... but ... but just that I don't want you to go to that Sarla ... I know that she will be inviting you to go to her ... but..." her voice trailed off.
Wrapping my arms around her massive belly and caressing her huge fleshy back, I said to her re-assuringly "Oh my dear aunty ... why are you even thinking of that ... I remember everything you told me about her ... and that I should be careful with Sarla aunty ... and ... and when you are there for me aunty ... why should I go to her..." Hearing these words, she beamed, and caressing my face said "Oh beta ... I am so glad that you understand..." Then playfully hitting me on my chest, she said with a mock frown "And you don't have to flatter you old Mayuri maasi ok ... I know that you are a young man ... and I know what young men need..." I too responded by shaking my head in mock exasperation. Once again, she pulled me closer to her, and said softly "I will take care of everything you need ... ok beta ... tomorrow afternoon, I have made some special arrangement for you..." "Oh really aunty ... what is that?" I asked innocently. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said "Beta ... did you ... did you like ... Seema?" Hearing this 48-year old matronly lady asking me whether I liked her 23-year old elder daughter sent a thrill to my spine, and I just managed to sputter back "What ... what do you mean, aunty?"
Seeing my obvious discomfort, she said softly with a smile "Beta ... what I meant to ask is ... that ... do you find my Seema beti attractive?" My cock lurched once again, and this time I was sure she had felt it too. "Oh aunty ... you are making me feel so shy now ... how can I ... how can I answer that question..." I protested meekly. I lowered my eyes, and continued in a small voice "Of course, I like Seema didi aunty ... how can I not like her ... she is ... she is so much like you ... she is just like a younger version of you ... though I am very sure that when you were her age ... you were much more sexier..." I finished in a shy voice. Hearing these words, she smiled again, and pressed her body to me harder, caressing my back.
I could make out that my answer had killed two birds with one stone. I had conveyed my interest in Seema and in the same breath ensured that she too was flattered. "You are very sweet Jignesh beta..." she whispered huskily. "I am so happy to hear that you like my daughter ... because for you I have arranged for Seema to give you a special massage tomorrow at Radhika ben's parlour ... I have told her what to do ... I hope you will like it beta..." she continued. "Oh..." I gasped, pretending to be surprised to hear that.
"This is the least I can do for you beta ... for all your kindness ... I have told Radhika ben also that she has to allow Seema to give you a complimentary massage ... and that she should not charge you anything..." she said. "Radhika was not ready at first ... but then I convinced her ... I told her how it is her luck to get a esteemed customer like Jignesh bhai ... and that if Jignesh bhai is happy ... then he will visit her parlour more frequently ... and that he can also recommend the parlour to his friends ... and how much more business she will get my making sure Jignesh bhai is happy..." she continued, trying to boast of how much she was doing for me. "Oh aunty ... you didn't have to do all that..." I protested, though I was thrilled to the core inside. "Oh that's nothing beta ... you just be with your Mayuri maasi ... I will take care of everything..." she said boastingly.
I couldn't help but imagine how shrewd this 48-year old college teacher was. One the one hand, she was making me feel like she was arranging for VIP treatment for me, while on the other hand I was sure she had also arranged for taking a cut from the income the 36-year old Punjabi housewife Radhika Sharma would make from me, and all the other future customers I could potentially bring. I however maintained a thoughtful expression on my face. Seeing the look of indecisiveness on my face, she said quickly "Oh don't worry about anything beta ... nobody will know anything ... and I have also made sure that if you take Seema for your massage, you have to pay Radhika ben only 50% of the charge, which is what Seema has to give Radhika for every client that she services ... and also, with Seema ... you don't have to give her any tip ... and she will always give you full service..."
By now, my cock had reached its bursting point. I couldn't believe my ears. Here was this 48-year old mammoth bosomed Mayuri ben pimping her own 23-year old daughter to me. "And also beta ... there are many other young girls also there at the parlour ... you can always take any girl you like if you get bored with Seema..." she said, still trying hard to convince me. As she waited anxiously for my response, I finally said "Oh aunty ... I don't know what to say ... I am not at all comfortable with the idea of doing all this at Radhika aunty's beauty parlour ... but ... but if it is going to be of any help to you ... then I can think about it..."
Hearing my response, a troubled look came to her face, and after a great bit of conflict in her mind, she finally said "Oh beta ... how can I say this to you now ... all I can say is that it will be a great help to us ... me, Seema, and Amisha ... all of us ... if you agree to this..." In an almost pleading tone, she continued "If you agree to go there beta ... and also arrange for some of your friends to visit that parlour ... and take massage services ... then ... then Radhika ben has agreed to give us a 10% commission for every customer ... you know how little I earn from my government college job ... and I have to get both these girls married ... so ... so we will be eternally grateful to you if you can agree to this..." her voice almost breaking down.
Realizing that I had played out the charade long enough, I replied with a sigh "Oh aunty ... if that is the case ... then I will definitely go ... I will do anything I can if it will help you..." Hearing my response, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and hugging me tightly, said "Oh thank you, Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you..." kissing me repeatedly on my cheeks, forehead, and lips. Just then, we heard Seema return, and I quickly disengaged myself from Mayuri ben's arms. As soon as Seema entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben announced to her "Beta Seema ... Jignesh has agreed to come to your parlour tomorrow..." a broad smile of accomplishment on her face. Seema just smiled weakly, and lowering her face, said in a small voice "Ok, mummy..." "Just make sure you give the best service tomorrow ok?" instructed Mayuri ben in a firm voice. Once again, Seema avoided eye contact with me, and just nodded her head in assentment.
At about the same time, Amisha opened the door of her bedroom and came outside. She had apparenty washed her face, and had changed into her night clothes comprising of an old collared white t-shirt that was a tad over-sized for her, in all probabilities inherited from her elder sister, and a pair of cheap cotton slacks. Even in this completely non-glamorous attire, she looked incredibly desirable to me, the twin mounds of her young firm tits visible under the loose t-shirt.
Seeing her, Mayuri ben said in a stern voice "Amisha ... have you thanked Jignesh bhai for the gift he gave you today ... and all the other things he arranged for your party?" "Of course, mummy ... I did..." she answered protestingly, "Ask him ... isn't it Jignesh bhaiya?" she said turning towards me. "Of course Amisha..." I replied with my most benevolent smile. As we casually chatted, Amisha came and stood next to me and on the pretext of saying something to me, took hold of my hand in hers and brushed her firm young breasts against my arm. Worried that her open indiscretion may end up ruining my prospects in this household, I quickly took leave of them and headed back to my house.
I reached home, and was about to change into my night clothes, when the phone rang. It was my sexy neighbour Sarla bhabhi. "Aap to mujhe bhool hi gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she cooed on the phone, in her trademark sing-song cock-teasing voice. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, "I was a little busy, and just got back home..." She then asked if I had finished my dinner. When I replied in the affirmative, she seemed disappointed, and replied in a small voice, "Oh ok beta ... I guess you must be tired now ... I won't disturb you then ... I just called to..." Sensing her disappointment, I said "Aunty, I am feeling very lonely now ... so is it OK if I come to your place to spend the night ... of course, only if it is OK with you aunty..."
Hearing this, I could sense her perk up, and she replied enthusiastically "Of course beta ... why do you even have to ask that ... I know how lonely you are ... come over beta ... I will cheer you up..." I knew that she was alone, since her husband was traveling. "OK aunty ... I will come over in a few minutes then" I replied. After a brief pause, she said "Beta, do one thing ... don't come from the front door ... I will keep the back door of the kitchen open ... you come from there ... I hope you understand why beta ... I don't want anybody to start gossiping..." "Of course I understand aunty..." I replied with a laugh.
Changing into a pair of comfortable slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt, I went up to the terrace of our house, which shared a common wall with their terrace. Crossing over to their terrace, I headed down to their courtyard, and entered her house through the door of the kitchen, which she had left open for me. As I closed the kitchen door, I called out for her. She answered from inside her bedroom "Give me one minute beta ... make yourself comfortable ... I am coming..." I settled down in the couch in their living room, and switched on the TV.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and my jaw dropped in astonishment at the sight of her. She was dressed in the crimson red satin gown I had bought for her the other day. The gown was of a sheer see-through satin with sleeves that reached the middle of her fore-arms and open at the front, with just a sash tied across her waist. Under the gown, she was wearing the crimson-red satin slip that had come with the gown. The slip came to well above her knees, and was held at the shoulders by two thin straps. I could see that she had put on some make-up and had brushed her dull golden-brown hair fashionably.
Each of her hands were adorned with two dozen matching crimson red bangles, the color of which was in stark contrast to the milky white skin of her hands. From that distance itself, I could also smell the fragrance of the perfume she had liberally applied on herself, and she looked like a ravishing bride ready for her first night. As her face broke into a sexy smile on seeing me, I stood up and said "Oh Sarla aunty ... you look so gorgeous..." She blushed, and came towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively inside her sexy gown. "I had wanted to wear this specially for you Jignesh beta..." she said with her trademark cock-teasing smile ... I hope you like it..." In response, I pulled her towards me, and wrapping my hands around her waist, kissed her passionately on her soft juicy lips. As I held her in my arms, I felt her soft luscious breasts press against my chest, and it became evident that she was not wearing a bra.
As my hands caressed her delicious ass, I also felt that she was not wearing a panty too. She responded with alacrity, pressing her body to mine, and thrusting her hot juicy tongue into my mouth. As I pulled my mouth away from her, she dropped her gaze to my chest, and caressing my bare arms, said shyly "I wanted to make this night special for you Jignesh beta ... like our honeymoon night..." Lifting up her face by her chin, I looked into her eyes with lust and said huskily "You are the most desirable woman I have ever know in my life aunty ... all I can think of right now is how lucky uncle is to have you as his wife..." Ever the seductress, she smiled and bit her lips. Tracing her fingers on my chest, she said softly "Just think of me as your wife Jignesh beta ... I am yours ... for tonight ... and for any other time you want me..." In response, I just pressed her soft body to me, my already rigid cock pressing to her soft belly in the process.
As I pulled away, and sat down on the couch, she asked me if I was in the mood for a drink. Her husband kept a stock of imported liquor which she had at her disposal. Since I had already had dinner, and wanted to be in my senses to fuck her tonight, I settled on a Cognac with warm water and honey. She proceeded to make elaborate arrangements to make the drinks, setting up a tray on the tea-poy, with the bottle of Cognac, a decanter of luke-warm water, and a small bowl filled with honey. As she sat by my side on the couch, and leant forward towards the tea-poy to make the drinks, her crimson red transparent gown fell open at the neck and I could see the cleavage of her milky white breasts at the deep cut neck of the red satin slip inside. The sight of her making drinks for me in this sexy crimson red see-through night gown, and her milky white hands adorned by those red bangles like those of a newly wed bride, which clinked delightfully each time she moved her hands, almost drove me crazy.
As we clinked our glasses and raised a toast to good times ahead, she said "Aaj ki raat ... Jignesh bhai ki suhaag raat ke naam..." As the warm Cognac soothed my throat, I sat back on the couch and relaxed. She settled herself on the couch in such a manner that her back was resting against my chest, and her head was supported by my left shoulder. As she lifted her legs to rest them on the center-table, the front opening of her thin transparent gown fell open, baring her milky white legs and thighs to my view. That's when I noticed that she had also painted her toe-nails with matching crimson red nail-polish. We made small talk even as I played with her hair and ear-lobes, causing her to squirm with pleasure, and giggle constantly like a young shy newly wed bride.
As the Cognac went inside, I felt her body relax, and her movements become more languid. The way she was resting against me with her head on my left shoulder, my left arm was lying on her torso, enjoying the feel of her soft pliant breasts under the gown, and the fingers playing with the soft flesh of her well-rounded belly. Finishing off my drink, I put the glass down, and placed my right hand also on her belly. She too threw her head back, and gulped down the remnants of her drink in one shot. I took the empty glass from her hands, and put it down on the center table. She looked up towards my eyes, and gave me a brazen half smile, the drink obviously having loosened her up. Taking hold of my right hand, she pressed it to her breasts through her gown. Her ran her tongue on her lips to moist them, and closing her eyes, breathed "Ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao Jignesh..."
With a groan, I closed my fingers around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts through the gown, and kissed her on the mouth, plunging my tongue into the depths of her mouth. She responded with eagerness, and moaned. She was almost lying flat on my lap now, her head supported by my arms, and her legs resting on the couch. I quickly undid the cord holding her gown tied together in the front, baring the red satin slip inside. The slip reached just below her pelvis, well above her knees, and was held together at the shoulder by slender straps. Continuing to kiss her, I slid my hand inside her slip through the neck, and cupped her soft juicy breasts. As she arched her back and pushed her breasts into my palms, I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I straightened, and gazed with lust at this lusty 36-year old housewife lying so wantonly in my lap. Her skin, as I have said earlier, was milky white, and the crimson red slip contrasted sharply with it. She lay there with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, as my fingers continued to tease and manipulate her soft, pliant, and milky white 34-C breasts. Opening her eyes, she gazed at me with lust, and squeezed my hand that in turn was squeezing her breasts. I pulled out my hand from inside her slip, and proceeded to slide the slender strap off her left shoulder. Hooking my fingers in the neck of her slip, I pulled it down, baring her beautiful breasts capped with light brown aereolas and pink nipples to my view.
With another groan, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across her already erect nipple; eliciting a shiver from her body. I ran my tongue in circles on the aereolas around her nipples, and teased her by flicking my tongue on the nipple occasionally. She moaned again, and grabbing my head pushed my face to her breasts. Opening my mouth, I took her soft juicy breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on them ardently. She began to writhe uncontrollably in my lap, and her hands began to roam over her belly; finally reaching her pelvic region. Seeing that, I slid my hand down her belly, and began to caress the insides of her thighs. As she wriggled her hips, I slid my palm upwards under her slip, until it came to rest on the soft mound of her hot pussy.
To my surprise, I realized that she had shaved her pussy, and her pussy lips were smooth and clear like a virgin. "Ohh beta..." she moaned as I began to caress her vulva with my fingers. Parting the lips of her juicy pussy, I slid in my middle finger. She was already wet, and my finger slid in easily. As I began to manipulate her wet vagina with my middle finger, she groaned and began to buck her hips. Seeing that she was wet and ready, I pushed in my index finger too, and began to finger her harder; sucking on her breasts at the same time. She grabbed hold of my hand, and pressing it to her vagina, began to buck her hips up and down, writhing uncontrollably in the process.
Sensing that she was wet and ready now, I pulled my fingers away from her pussy and helped her sit up. As I stood up, she looked questioningly at me. "Let's go to your bedroom aunty..." I said with a smile, holding out my hand for her to take. With a smile, she took my hand and stood up. In one swift motion, I swept her off her feet and lifted her in my arms. She squealed with pleasure and clung to my neck, as I carried her in my arms to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and proceeded to take off my kurta and the vest. I quickly peeled of my jeans too, and stood before her in only my briefs; my erect cock creating a very noticeable bulge inside my briefs.
As she lay there expectantly on the bed and gazed lovingly at my well muscled torso, I got on to all fours on the bed between her outstretched milky white legs. Her breathing had become shallow by now in anticipation of what I was about to do. I thrust a pillow under her hips, and parting her thighs, plunged my face between them. I placed one of her legs on my shoulder and began to run my tongue along her smooth milky white calves. She let out a soft hiss as my tongue slid along her calves. I proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs and finally reached her moist clean shaven pussy. With a groan, I thrust my head forward, and parting the lips of her labia with my fingers began to lick the pink slit of her juicy pussy.
"Ooohhhh Jignesh beta..." she cried as my tongue slid inside her pussy and she grabbed hold my head by the hair. I began to suck and lick on her pussy in earnest, spreading open the well lubricated lips of her puffy mound with my fingers, and flicking my tongue across her erect clitoris. She began to thrash about wantonly on the bed, her hips jerking spasmodically and thrusting upwards to take more of my tongue inside. I obliged my allowing her to wrap her legs around my head, and thrust my tongue in deeper. Her moaning had become noticeably louder by now, and grabbing hold my head, she whispered urgently "Fuck me now Jignesh beta ... fuck me ... your Sarla aunty needs you inside her now..."
Needing no further invitation, I quickly positioned myself on my knees between her spread thighs, and pushing up her left right leg so that it was supported by my left shoulder, I quickly stripped of my briefs. My hard throbbing cock jumped out as it was freed of the confines. Holding my cock with my right hand, I guided the red bulbous tip of my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Holding on to her thigh which was resting against my shoulder, I thrust forward hard, burying the length of my cock into the hot depths of her juicy cunt. As my cock speared into her vagina, she let out a guttural cry of pleasure and stretched out her arms on either side on the bed; her hands clutching the bed sheet.
Holding on to her uplifted thigh, I began to fuck her rhythmically, my hips making slapping sounds against her pelvis. As I looked down with lust at my cock sliding in and out of the pink folds of her wet pussy, she threw her head back and screwing her eyes shut, began to let out throaty gasps each time my cock rammed into her. Her entire body shuddered each time I drove my cock into her, and those delicious milky white soft breasts jiggled like a milk pouch. By the way she was going berserk on the bed in response to my relentless fucking, I could sense that she was nearing her orgasm.
She bit her lips, and her fingers grabbed me by my hair, her moans urging me to fuck her harder. I twister her sideways on the bed so that she was almost lying on one side, and repositioned myself in a position where her left leg was between my legs, and her right leg was upright supported by my shoulder. In this position, I could assault her moist cunt in a different angle. Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of her jiggling breasts and began to fuck her with renewed vigor.
By now, her writhing had become uncontrollable, and in an attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure, she grabbed hold of the pillow and bit it with her mouth. Continuing to maul her deliciously soft milky white breasts, I pounded her juicy cunt without reducing pace. Without warning, her orgasm hit her, and she cried out aloud, her body arching like a bow stretched sideways on the bed. Her pussy began to contract in a rhythmic fashion and her entire body began to shudder uncontrollably even as she cried out "Oh Jignesh..." The contractions of her pussy triggered my orgasm too, and I felt my sperm begin its journey from my swollen balls to my rigid cock.
"I am coming, aunty..." I managed to gasp, even as I began to pull my cock out of her cunt. "No Jignesh, no ... I need you inside me..." she cried out, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me deeper into her juicy wet pussy. I arched my back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, as I felt my jism shoot out of the swollen tip of my cock and flood the depths of her pussy. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my face resting on breasts. She cradled my head in her arms with tenderness, feeding me those succulent breasts, even as I continued to take in deep breaths in an attempt to appease my air starved lungs. After regaining my breath, I took leave of her and headed home for a well deserved sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. Groggily, I got up from the bed and went to open the door. My newly hired maid Pushpa stood at the door smiling. There was no sign of the other girl Rani, and I presumed she had arranged to come alone. It came back to me that I had told Pushpa to come prepared to "service" me today. She had come decked up today, fresh from a bath. She was dressed in an embroidered wine-red ghagra & choli, with a matching red blouse. The choli was of the thin translucent chiffon material much favored by these village girls, and was adorned with silver & gold colored tinsels. The ghagra too was elaborately adorned with small mirrors and embroidery. She had even put on a small red bindi on her forehead, and her hands were adorned with cheap matching red bangles.
"Good morning, Jignesh saheb..." she said perkily with a teasing smile. Rubbing my eyes, my voice heavy with sleep, I asked "Aaj tu akeli aayi hai, Pushpa?" "Haan, saheb ... aaj main akeli aayi hoon ... aapne kahaa thha na..." she replied a touch nervously. I smiled, and let her in. As she bustled into the room swaying her slender hips seductively, I could hear the sound of her anklets jingling. Picking up the newspaper, I headed to the bathroom to take care of my morning ablutions. As I brushed my teeth, I could hear her moving around the house sweeping and mopping the floor.
After freshening up, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen platform, busy in boiling some tea for me. Seeing me, she smiled brightly and said "Main aapke liye chai banaa rahi thhi saheb..." Smiling in response, I walked up to her, and standing behind her, took hold of her slender waist with both my hands, just above the waistline of her ghaagra. Pressing my crotch to her small but firm butt, I slid my hands forward to caress her taut belly under the choli. She giggled and wriggled in my grasp, causing her little butt to rub against my partly turgid cock inside my shorts. Since I had not bothered to change, I was still in my boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
Resting my head on her shoulder, I said to her in her ears "Kya baat hai Pushpa, aaj to tu badi sexy lag rahi hai..." She just giggled in response, as she poured the tea into a cup. Sliding my hands up her belly, I took hold of those firm perky little tits of her over the blouse. Cupping them roughly, I breathed into her ear "Mera to man kar raha hai ki mai tujhe idhar hi chod doon..." "Ohh saheb..." she said under her breath, twisting her neck sideways to look at my face, as if to ascertain whether I meant it. Seeing me smile, she blushed, and biting her lips, said in a teasing voice "Aap chai to pee leejiye saheb ... main kahin nahi jaa rahi hoon..." I gave her small erect nubbins a little tweak with my fingers through the blouse, as I let her go with a laugh.
Taking the cup of tea, I picked up the newspaper and went to the balcony outside my bedroom. As I engrossed myself in the newspaper, I could hear Pushpa busy herself with the sweeping and mopping work. After about 15 minutes, just as I finishing the sports page, Pushpa came into the balcony. Standing at the door hesitantly, she said "Kaam sab ho gaya saheb..." Without looking up from the paper, I said "Theek hai..." She stood there hesitantly for a few seconds and then said in a halting voice "Aur kucchh kaam baaki hai saheb?" "Nahi..." I replied in a monologue, pretending to be still engrossed in the paper. That would have stumped her, because she went silent. I was enjoying this.
After a few moments, she asked again "To main ... main jaaoon saheb?" "Haan" I replied again, again pretending to be the least interested. Stunned, she just managed to say "Theek hai saheb..." and turned to leave. Before she had reached halfway, I jumped up from the chair in the balcony, and creeping up noiselessly, grabbed her from behind. By the time she squealed "Uii maa..." I had already picked her up in my arms. Looking at her startled face, I laughed heartily and said "Aise thhodi jaane dene waala thaa main tujhe..." She had instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on, and I saw a look of relief and joy light up her face.
With her thin lissome body, she was as light as a young teenage college girl, and I had no trouble in holding her up in my arms, supporting her by her back and her legs. "Main sochi ki aapko aaj..." she said with a relieved smile, letting her sentence unfinished. I carried her to my bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Clambering on to the bed, I propped a couple of pillows against the headboard of the bed, and settled back comfortably. Pulling her roughly towards me, I made her sit with her back resting against my torso, and my hands around her waist. Her single long braid of hair was resting on her left shoulder and lay in her lap.
Running my fingers in circles on her taut belly under the choli, I rested my chin on her right shoulder and said softly in her ears "Tu aaj taiyyaar hai Pushpa?" Continuing to twiddle with her braid of hair, she replied in her trademark teasing shy voice "Haan saheb ... aaj main poori tarah se taiyyar hoon..." I could smell some cheap talcum powder on her body, and her hair too did not smell of stale oil. She had taken care to prepare herself for me today. "Maine apne haath ke baal bhi saaf kar diye hai saheb..." she said shyly, lifting her arms up to show me. I noticed that her hands were squeaky clean without a trace of any body hair. As I smiled my appreciation, she beamed and leaning forward, pulled her ghagra up to her knees to show me her legs as well. "Dekho saheb..." she said, referring to her waxed legs also.
As she showed me her arms and legs for me to approve, I couldn't help think of how all her cockiness had vanished now. Gone was that teasing cockiness that was so inherent to her sex appeal? She was now totally eager to please, and that turned me on immensely. As she gazed at me awaiting my comments, I asked with a smile "Aur wahaan ke baal?" Her hands instinctively flew to her mouth as she blushed, and with that same shy giggle, she dropped her gaze and said in a small voice "Haan ... woh bhi saaf hai saheb..." "Umm..." I responded, pulling her towards me and running my tongue on her earlobes, causing her to squirm.
To Be Continued..
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