12-12-2018, 12:30 PM
Part - 18
My left hand had slid up her belly to cup her small lemon sized tits through the thin cotton blouse – pinching those little erect nubbins of her nipples – even as my right hand slid down her leg and began to pull up her ghaagra from where she had left it at her knees, to bare her slender thighs. As I ran my fingers teasingly along the hard flesh of her thin thighs, she squired again and pressed the back of her head to my shoulder. My cock had begun to fill out by now, and was pressing against the small of her back. As I tried to slide my left palm inside her rather loose-fitting blouse from below, she quickly reached for the blouse and began to unhook it. After opening all the hooks of the blouse, she dropped her hands to my legs which were on either side of hers, and closing her eyes, leant back on my shoulder.
As my left hand closed around her young pert little tits, those hard marble like nipples burnt into my palm. Looking down from her shoulder, I couldn't see her young girl-like tits since the pallu was covering them. I slid my right hand further up her slender thigh till it reached her crotch, and I felt my fingers graze the smooth skin of her cleaned pussy lips. She shuddered slightly at the feel of my fingers on her pussy, and clasped her thighs together, trapping my hand in between them. "Apne pair khol ke rakh Pushpa..." I said to her rather gruffly in a low voice. She responded with alacrity, and opened her thighs again, turning her head sideways to glance up at me to check if she had displeased me by her involuntary action. Continuing to squeeze her lemon sized left breast with my left hand, I began to caress the smoth shaved lips her young vagina with my fingers. She was still not wet, and from the way her pussy lips were clasped shut, I could make out that her cunt was still relatively virgin.
With her sitting there comfortably between my outstretched legs, playing with her perky teenage breasts and caressing her young bald pussy, I felt contended with the way my life was going. Her hands were resting on my thighs, and as she played with the hair on my legs she said "Pata hai saheb, kal Sarla bhabhi aapke baare mein pooch rahi thhi..." "Acchha ... kya pooch rahi thhi woh..." I responded, continuing to play with her tits and cunt. "Bas yahi ke aapko koi taqleef to nahi hai ... aur hum aapko koi shiqaayat ka mauka to nahi de rahe hai na..." she replied. "Woh bahut baat karti hai na saheb ... mujhe aur Rani ko woh kal bol rahi thhi ki Jignesh to mere par fida hai ... aur woh mujhe bahut pyaar karta hai..." she continued in a conspiratory tone.
"Acchha aisa bol rahi thhi kya woh" I responded with some amusement, thinking that Mayuri ben was right in telling me that the hot Sarla bhabhi just could not keep her mouth shut. "Haan saheb..." continued Pushpa with enthusiasm, realizing that I was receptive to the topic. "Woh Sarla bhabhi to apne aapk ko heroine samajhti hai na ... lekin humko sab pata hai ... ki kaun kiska aashiq hai..." said Pushpa, with a hint of indignation in her voice. "Main kal Rani ko bol rahi thhi ki dekho woh kabse Jignesh saheb pe dore daal rahi hai ... hai na, saheb?" she asked, twisting her head to look up into my eyes.
By now I was fully aroused, and I said to her "Pushpa, ab tu ghaagra bhi utaar de ... aur phir teri choli ko badan par lapet le ... jaise puraane zamaane mein ladkiyaan karti thhi na, waise..." referring to how tribal women used to dress in the medieval times. As she tried to comprehend what I was telling her, I asked her "Samajh gayi na tu?" She smiled teasingly and replied "Haan saheb ... samajh gayi ... main us kamre main jaakar choli baandhkar aaun saheb?" I smiled and nodded my assent. She quickly ran to the other room to wear her choli the way I wanted her to. After a while, she returned; and I almost had to grab my cock to prevent it from exploding.
She had wrapped the chunni around her hips in such a way that it covered the portion from her waist to midway between her thighs. And on top, it was tied around her torso in such a way that it covered only her breasts; leaving her shoulders, arms, and belly bare to my sight. Since the chunni was of a translucent material, I could clearly see the contours of her perky little breasts under it, with the tiny nipples poking through. She stood there in front of me, her hands hanging limply by her side, and her hip cocked to one side. She looked expectantly at me, and asked "Aapne aise hi pehenne ko kahaa thha na, saheb?" Clearing my throat, I nodded in the affirmative, and proceeded to take more snaps of her.
"Ab tu chunni ko apne kandhe se sarkaa de, aur usko apne haath par latakne de..." I instructed her. She hesitated for a minute before complying. Then she silently slid off her chunni from her shoulder, and let it hand on her forearm, holding it there with her arms bent at her elbows. I don't think I had seen a sexier sight before. The thin lissome Pushpa, with only her chunni dbangd around her body, long braided hair hanging on her left shoulder, earrings dangling from her earlobes, standing in front of me baring her perky little boobs for my approval; was a sight to drive any cock through the roof. I had had enough of fooling around, and shut down my camera and put it aside.
I stood up and walked towards her. Standing close to her, I pressed my hips to her, causing my rigid boner protruding through my boxers to press against her belly. She stood there meekly, with a hint of a nervous smile playing on her lips. I grabbed her by her hair, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Surprised, she let out a soft "Unnhhh..." At the same time; I grabbed one of her lemon sized pert tits with my right hand and squeezed roughtly, eliciting another moan from her.
I was all business now. Pulling her by her arm, I made her sit down on the bed. I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and boxers, and stood naked in front of her; my rock hard cock quivering only inches away from her face. She looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, her lips quivering. She raised her right hand to take hold of my cock, but before she could reach it, I slapped it away roughly. This scared her, but I loved the scared expression on her face. Taking hold of her head with my left hand, I took my steely rod in my right, and rubbed the wet swollen tip on her face. She closed her eyes, and allowed me to rub my cockhead all over her face; her lips, cheeks, and eyes.
When my blood gorged cock touched her lips, she instinctively parted them to take it in her mouth. But I pulled it away from her mouth, causing her to look up at me with a confused expression on her face. She started to say something and opened her mouth for it, when I thrust my manhood into her mouth! Grabbing her by her hair, I pushed my cock fully inside, causing her to stiffen and grab me by my hips. My cock touched her throat, and I felt her body shudder as she struggled to come to terms with the girth of my cock buried in her throat. I kept holding her by her hair, as she gagged and tried to accommodate my cock in her mouth.
A groan escaped her throat, as her adam's apple bobbed and she tried to swallow, to prevent herself from gagging again. My cock had stretched her thin mouth to the limit, and there was no way for her to breath except through her nostrils. Deciding to control my animal instincts, I pulled out my cock abruptly. As I pulled out my cock, she took in deep ragged breaths, and swallowed instinctively. Looking up at me with a scared expression on her face, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where the saliva had dribbled out from the side of her mouth. "Tujhe dar lag raha hai, Pushpa?" I asked her in a flat voice. "Nahin, saheb ... nahin..." she replied quickly, managing to give me a week smile. Her cockiness had deserted her completely now. "Dekh Pushpa, tujhse agar yeh nahi ho raha hai to bataa de ... main kucch nahi karoonga tere saath..." I said to her in a reasonable voice, feeling a tinge of sympathy for her.
"Nahin nahin saheb ... aisa kucch nahin hai ... ab sirf boliye kyaa karna hai mujhe ... main sab karoongi..." she said hastily, as if trying to make amends for something. "Theek hai..." I replied with a smile " ... mujhe mera lund tere moonh mein daalna hai ... aur tere moonh ko chodna hai..." "Kar payegi tu?" I questioned her. "Haan saheb ... kyun nahin..." she replied quickly, albeit swallowing involuntarily and with a look of fear that betrayed her state of mind. "Theek hai ... phir tu let jaa bistar pe..." I instructed her. She complied instantly, and began to lay down on the bed with her head towards the head-board. "Nahin, aise nahin ... apna sir is taraf karke let..." I said, pointing towards the foot of the bed. "Haan saheb..." she mumbled, and quickly twisted herself on the bed and lay down as I had instructed. As she lay there and looked up at me with that nervous look on her face as if not knowing what to expect, I smiled my approval at her. She managed to give me a weak smile in return.
Going towards the foot of the bed, I stood near it so that I was standing exactly behind her head. As she twisted her head up to look at me, I took her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me in such a way that her head was now partly unsupported, and hanging down the bed; her throat and neck outstretched. Bending my legs, I supported my knees on the foot of the bed, and dangled my swollen balls over her face. I lowered myself in that position so that my balls touched her lips. She opened her mouth immediately, and began to tongue my balls, even as I stroked my cock to keep it hard.
Lifting my balls off her mouth, I said to her gently "Ab moonh khol Pushpa..." She complied immediately and opened her mouth wide. Placing my left hand on the bed to support myself, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, burying it to the hilt so that my balls slapped against her nose. This time she was better prepared, and took it in with only a little discomfort, even though her body went taut and she instinctively lifted her hips off the bed.
To fuck a girl's mouth in this position with her face upside down, had been a fantasy I had harbored for a long time, and it sent a thrill down my spine. She let out a low gurgling moan, as I began to slide my cock in and out of her thin mouth, touching the cave of her throat with each inward thrust. To her credit, she adjusted beautifully, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my thick cock. The sight of her Adam's apple bobbing as her throat constricted around my swollen cock, her body twisting involuntarily with her legs bent at the knees and her hips lifted off the bed, was a hugely perverted sight.
The translucent thin wine red chunni which was dbangd on her body was now in disarray, and her right tit was bared to my view. At her hips too, the chuuni had ridden up to her pelivis, and I could see her clean shaved thin cunt lips. Her rake thin legs and slender thighs were parted, and her taut belly went concave as she took in deep breaths through her nostrils. I roughly threw off the chunni from her torso, baring her almost flattened chest to me. Taking hold of one of her little budding tits in my hand, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
As I shoved my swollen cock down her throat, she gagged a couple of times, causing her body to lift off the bed, but she never tried to pull her mouth away from my cock. She was letting out deep throaty moans each time I rammed my cock in, and her saliva was dribbling liberally from the sides of her mouth, flowing down towards her eyes in that upturned position of her head. Her nose was watering, and I could also see tears rolling down her eyes towards her forehead. Concerned, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and was about to ask her if she was ok, when she shook her head and nodded to me, opening her mouth wide once again. Needing no further invitation, I rammed my cock into her mouth once again. I pulled her head downward towards the floor, so that her head was now literally hanging upside down.
As I continued to fuck her mouth in this upside down position, she was involuntarily grabbing the bedsheet with her fingers, and raising her hips off the bed, twisting her body from side to side. With my right hand, I was ravaging her proferred tits, and pinching the nipples hard, eliciting more throaty grunts and moans from her stuffed throat. Her small brown nipples had become a shade darker now, and there were rod welts on her tits where I had squeezed them roughly. I was mad with lust now.
Leaning forward towards her squirming body, I reached out with my hand placed my palm on her nearly flat pussy. I placed my knees on the bed on either side of her head for better leverage; and still leaving her mouth stuffed with my cock, parted her knees. Thin that she was, her pussy was stretched taut. Parting the lips of her cunt with my thumb and forefinger, I slid my middle finger inside. She was wet, and I could see the pink insides of her relatively unused cunt.
She bucked her hips as soon as I slid my finger inside, and an involuntary moan escaped her mouth; muffled by my cock still buried in her mouth. Since I was resting on my knees now, she had more freedom to move her head, and she responded by beginning to swirl her tongue around my cock in her mouth. I reciprocated by sliding my left palm under her butt, and fingering her with the middle finger of my right hand. I had a tough time holding her down, as she was writing uncontrollably on the bed, even as my thumb manipulated her tiny erect clitoris. As I fingered her faster, she arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed completely, as if begging me to suck on her cunt. In her heat, her nails were digging into the flesh of my buttocks.
My balls were swollen painfully now, and I decided I had enough of foreplay. I clambered off her abruptly and stood up beside the bed. As I stood there gazing at her lying wantonly on the bed, the chunni that was dbangd around her body in disarray; I saw that she was looking at my erect manhood with a mixture of desire and fear. "Ab tu taiyyar hai, Pushpa..." I asked gruffly. She just nodded dumbly, and clamped her thighs together in response. Reaching to the bedside drawer, I took out the pack of Durex condoms and pulled out one. She watched me intently as I slid the comfortable condom on my rod-like penis.
I sat on my knees on the bed, and turned her on her side. In this position, she lay on her right side. I lifted her left leg and bending it at the knees, pushed it forward. I positioned myself on my knees, straddling her right leg, and placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt. I paused for a minute to admire her lying naked in this pose. As I have said many times before, she had a thin but toned body, owning to the work she did. She had turned her neck sideways to look at me, while her teenage perky lemon-sized tits were pressed together, forming a palm-sized mound for me to hold. As I caressed her arched back and the taut butt with my right hand, I reached out with my left and cupped her firm pert breasts.
"Saheb..." she whispered softly, as she reached between her thighs and guided my condom-sheathed cock towards the moist slit of her cunt. She had a look of fear in her big eyes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. Before she could say anything, I jerked my hips forward causing my thick turgid cock to push into her slender teenage cunt. She bit her lips and grimaced, her hands grabbing mine where I was holding her by her hips. She was tight, and her pussy stretched to accommodate my swollen cock-head. I was tempted to ram my cock in fully into her, but I held back seeing that she was holding her breath, and her eyes were closed, with her lips held clamped in her mouth. Feeling a tinge of regret at my brutal behavior, I held myself there with just my cockhead buried in her incredibly tight pussy. I reached between her legs, and slowly started massaging the upper portion of her slit, stimulating her clitoris gently. She opened her eyes, and looked at me with an expression of surprise and gratitude.
I just smiled at her and said softly "Tujhe dard ho rahaa hai to bata de mujhe, Pushpa..." "Nahin saheb, aap kariye ... main ... main theek hoon ... bas thhodi taqleef hogi shuru main ... aapka itnaa motaa hai na..." she replied back in a halting voice, trying her best to smile at me through her obvious discomfort. I couldn't help but think how docile this otherwise cocky bitch had become, now that I had her at my mercy. As I continued to manipulate her clit with my thumb right above where the tip of my cock was buried in her cunt, she began to closed her eyes and began to squirm, moving her hips and trying to take more of my cock inside. I pushed forward slowly, and was rewarded by her stretched pussy lips stretching further. In a way, it was good that I was wearing a condom, since otherwise I would have felt some discomfort owing to how tight her teenage vagina was.
Her young pussy was holding my cock like a velvet glove, and it was a hugely erotic sight to see this thin young village girl lying sideways on the bed, her hands holding up one leg bent at her knees so that they were almost touching her stomach, while her back was arched, her neck stretched up taut, and her eyes screwed shut, holding her lips clamped shut compulsively. My cock was nearing its bursting point now, and I couldn't hold on any more. With a grunt, I pushed into her, sending my cock tearing into her tight outstretched cunt. She let out a cry of "Aaiiii maaaa..." and buried her face in the pillow; her body going taut like a bowstring. With my cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy, I leaned forward caressed the long braid of her hair that lay on the bed.
Her face still buried in the pillow, she reached out to touch my hand which was still fondling her firm small perky breasts, and said cried out through clenched teeth "Saheeebbbb ... ab chodiye mujhe ... chodiye mujhe ... ab aur mat tadpaao..." Hearing this, I began a slow rhythmic back & forth motion of my hips, moving my cock in and out of her tight but wet pussy with some difficulty. As I began to stroke her cunt slowly, I could feel her pussy muscles relax a bit, and my cock go deeper into her young teenage cunt. Encouraged, I grabbed her left leg that was bent at the knee, and hefted it over my shoulder. With another throaty grunt, I began to fuck her in earnest. It was not easy going, and the tigtness of her pussy was giving my cock a throrough workout that would make me come sooner than otherwise.
As I rammed my cock into her with renewed vigor, she kind of went into a trance. Her eyes were screwed shut, but her mouth was wide open, and with each thrust of my rampant cock, silent cries accompanied by deep gasps of breath were escaping her mouth. Tears from her shut eyes were now rolling down her cheeks. Then her hands clamped my hand which was holding her slender bony hips, and closing her lips clamped shut, she began to emit deep grunts of "Unnhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." With my cock inserted in her pussy, I turned her around on the bed so that she was lying on her back, and manipulated her bent leg so that they were spread out on either side of me. Then cupping her bony buttocks, I mounted her in the missionary position and began to fuck her with vigor.
Her grunts turned into moans, and her legs automatically went up in the air as I fucked her relentlessly. I was supporting myself with my hands on either side of her torso, and as I looked down at her slender naked body, even as she lay there impaled by my cock, I couldn't' help but get more turned on how incredibly erotic she looked lying there like that, her belly forming an almost concave hollow, and her back arched upwards, causing her small perky breasts to get flattened on her chest, those pert little nubbins of her brown nipples quivering and erect. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head was thrashing from side to side, even as I took hold of that very long single braid of hair and wrapped it around my arm.
Holding her head by her hair, I began to pump into her brutally. She was whimpering continuously now, and crying out "Aaannnhhh ... Aaannhhh..." with each thrust of mine. As I looked up, I caught the reflection of me fucking her in the mirror of the cupboard at the foot of the bed. It was a huge turn on to see that image. Her slender bony legs were sticking up straight in the air, and my muscular buttocks were flexing as I ploughed into her cunt. Suddenly she let out a cry of "Aaaiiieeee..." and her legs went taut in the air; her hips rising off the bed in spasms. Her hands clamped around my back, and that's when I realized her orgasm had hit her. That did it for me, and I too exploded inside her, albeit into the condom, with a load groan. I could actually feel my ejaculation spurt out of the swollen head of my cock, and fill up the tiny sac at the tip of the condom. She continued to jerk her hips spasmodically, even as her orgasm continued to ravage her body.
With another groan I collapsed on top of her slender figure, my cock still buried inside. My sweat mingled with hers, and I was breathing heavily on top of her. Gradually, the tension in her body relaxed and her legs fell away limp on the bed. Personally for me, this was the most strenuous fuck I had had in a long time. As I lay there spent on top of her, I felt her hand caress my hair at the back of my head. Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked at her face. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were tear-stained, but she had a smile on her face. Clearing her throat, she said to me softly "Saheb ... aap khush ho na ... maine aapko khusk kiya na... ?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tune mujhe khush kar diya... "I replied to her softly, tenderness washing over me in the aftermath of my rampaging fuck. I was tempted to kiss her on the mouth, but I didn't want to give this cocky village girl too many ideas. Instead I just patted her on her face, and extracted my now limp cock from her pussy.
As I lay back exhausted on the bed, my cum-filled condom which had slid halfway down my cock, flopped against my belly. She quickly got up from the bed sat by my side. She reached out reverently and gently pulled off the condom from my cock. She stood up and gathering her clothes, went out of the room. When she returned, she had put on her clothes, and was carrying a white hand towel from my bathroom. She had dampened the towel in warm water. With a smile, she sat down by my side and began to wipe my cock and pelvic area with the warm towel. As she finished wiping, she placed the towel on the nightstand, and looking at my eyes with an expectant smile, asked "Main aur kucch seva kar sakti hoon aapke liye, Saheb..." In response, I pointed to the night-stand and asked her to give me my wallet. Taking the wallet from her hand, I extracted a 500/- rupee note and handed it to her. She hesitated a bit before taking the money. "Khush hai tu, Pushpa?" I asked her, as she sat their awkwardly holding the money clutched in her hand. "Haan ... haan, saheb..." she mumbled quickly.
Looking at me with some uncertainty in her eyes, she asked hesitatingly "Saheb, ab aap mujhe naukri par rakhenge na ... mujhe ... mujhe aapki seva karne ke liye dubaara bulaayenge na?" I sensed that she was worried that now I had fucked her to my heart's content, I may have no more interest in her. With a laugh, I placed my hand on her thigh and said "Haan, kyoon nahi ... yeh to sirf shuruaat thhi ... abhi to aur bahut kaam karna hai tujhe..." Hearing this, she visibly relaxed and her face broke into a smile. Clutching my hand, she said earnestly "Bahut bahut shukriya, saheb ... main ... main aapki har seva karoongi ... main aapko poori tarah se khush rakhoongi..." I just smiled at her in return, and said "Chal ab tu jaa ... mujhe bhi naha kar taiyyar hona hai..." "Theek hai, saheb..." she replied with a smile, and kissing my hands impulsively, got up and walked out of the room, her slender hips swaying seductively in their trademark fashion.
After Pushpa left, I headed for a shower as the vigorous fucking had left me sweaty & sticky. Just as I was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty with my lunch. Opening the door, I greeted her with a big smile and said "Arre Kalpana aunty ... main aapko hi yaad kar raha thhaa..." She gave a shy laugh in return and replied "Beta, main bhi tumko milne ke liye kab se intazaar kar rahi thhi ... kyunki kal saara din main tumhare baare mein hi sochtee rahi..." even as she entered the room, and I closed the door behind us.
Today too she was dressed in her same old bottle-green cotton saree and matching blouse. As she mopped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, I took the tiffin carrier from her hand and put it down on the center table. Since I was wearing just the white Turkish towel wrapped around my waist with water droplets still dripping from my hair, she couldn't help but look at my well-muscled torso.
With a smile, I pulled her towards me and embraced her warmly, pressing her heavy body and breasts to press against my chest. Wrapping her arms around my bare back, she looked up at my face with a loving and tender expression. "I missed you yesterday night, aunty..." I said softly, and cupping her face gently in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she whispered, and responded by pressing her body to me and kissing me back.
Since my cock was yet to recover from its brutal assault on the lissome Pushpa, I did not want to start something I that I wouldn't be able to complete. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I said to her with a laugh "Aap bilkul sahi time par aaye, aunty ... mujhe bahut bhook lagi thhee..." Hearing that, her motherly instincts took over instantly, and she said "Oh beta ... tum baitho ... main tumhare liye khaana paros deti hoon ... yeh sab thanda ho jaaye usse pehle tum kha lo...", even as she disengaged herself from my arms and busteld towards the kitchen, wrapping her pallu around her ample fleshy waist.
After she served the food in plates, she sat down by my side to watch me eat. As I tucked into the delicious food, she watched me with fond affection. After I had finished my lunch, and was rinsing my mouth at the sink, she came into the kitchen carrying the soiled dishes. She then began to wash the dishes at the kitchen sink, and I plonked myself on the kitchen platform to watch her. As she was rinsing the plates, she said to me hesitantly "Beta, tum aaj raat ko mere ghar par aa sakte ho khane ke liye?"
"Oh aunty, aap mere liye itna taqlif mat uthaya karo ... main kahin baahar se kha loonga..." I replied. Still continuing to rinse the dishes and not meeting my gaze, she replied "Beta, aisa kyoon bolte ho tum ... tum jaante ho na ki aunty ko kitna acchha lagta him tumhari seva karne mein..." After a pause, she continued "Aur ... aur ... aaj aakhiri raat hai jab main ghar par akeli rahoongi ... kal Jigna bhi waapas aa jayegi ... aur Jatin bhai bhi..." I had almost forgotten that Jigna was returning from her picnic tomorrow.
I remained quiet, and just looked at her. It thrilled me to think about how this buxom 42-year old homely housewife who was a mother of two, needed me so much that she was literally begging me to come to her house in the night to fuck her. My tired cock twitched under the towel. I got off the kitchen platform, and walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I slid my palms under her saree and felt her ample fleshy belly. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I said softly into her ear "Oh aunty ... main zaroor aaoonga..."
Sliding my hands up from her belly, I cupped her huge heavy breasts confined in the blouse with my palms, and squeezing them gently repeated "Main zaroor aaoonga aunty ... main bhi taras raha hoon aapke saath ek aur raat bitaane ke liye..." Hearing my words, a shy smile lit up her face, and she said "Thank you beta ... thank you..." Turning around, she dried her hands on the pallu of her saree and said "Ab main zara bazaar jaati hoon ... mujhe raat ke liye kuch sabziyaan khareedni hai..." Once again, she kissed me on my lips and said "Main tumhara intazaar karoongi beta..." With that she disengaged herself from my arms, and began to pick up the containers of the tiffin carrier.
After I had seen Kalpana aunty off at the door, I went to my room to change. Today was going to be a special day for me, as I had an appointment at that beauty parlor where Mayuri ben's 23-year old daughter, Seema, was supposed to give me a 'special' massage. I changed into a pair of track-pants, sandals, and a white polo-neck t-shirt. Getting on to my bike, I headed to the beauty-parlor run by Mrs. Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony.
Her husband dabbled in local politics and also ran the cable TV business in our area, and they had two daughters, aged twelve and eight. As I parked my bike outside their bungalow, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would notice my coming here. Being about 2 pm in the afternoon, the lane was deserted. They ran the parlour in one of the duplex houses in our colony itself, and the only advertisement was a discretely placed board near the gate that said "Radhika's Beauty Parlor – for Ladies & Gents". As I rang the bell, the door was opened by Radhika aunty. Upon seeing me, her face broke into a huge toothy smile, and folding her hands together, she greeted me "Namaste, Jignesh bhai ... aaiye, aaiye ... main aap hi ka intazaar kar rahi thhi..."
Radhika aunty was the classic Punjabi woman. She had a medium fair complexion and long hair tied in a single braid that reached up to her hips. Her plump round face had a fair bit of make-up on it, with rouge highlighting her prominent cheeks, and red lipstick adorning her thick lips. She was dressed in an elaborate embroidered red & blue saree, with plenty of golden tinsels adorning the pallu, and a matching sleeve-less blue blouse. An elaborate gold & blue-stone necklace adorned her neck, which were complimented by matching dangling ear-rings. On her arms, she wore a dozen red & blue glass bangles each, that completed the Punjabi house-wife dressed-for-an-occasion look.
I also noted the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair, and a tear-drop shaped red & blue bindi on her forehead. Her saree was tied well below her belly-button, and the way she had dbangd the pallu over her torso, one could see the partly exposed front of her sexy well-rounded belly. She was short by Punjabi standards, only about 5'6", with a heavy womanly body. Her bare arms in the sleeveless blouse were fleshy, and under the ornate pallu of her beautiful saree, I could see the contours of her heavy rounded breasts. Her waist flared into wide hips and the characteristically heavy ass.
"Namaste, Radhika ji..." I replied with a shy smile, as I stepped into the room. As she closed the door behind her, she turned to me and said with a big smile "Mujhe bahut khushi hui Jignesh ji, ki aap mere parlour mein aaye..." displaying teeth that betrayed the fact that she was prone to chewing paan. "Aap baithiye naa ... khade kyu hai..." she said, taking hold of my hand and leading me to comfortable couch. As I settled into the couch, I noticed how she had converted what was otherwise the living room into a beauty parlor. There were three comfortable reclining leather chairs of the type you see in saloons, complete with the accompanying paraphernalia that you see in all parlors.
On the wall facing these chairs was a large mirror, with a counter in front that had all the tools of the business laid out. What had once been a show case had now been converted to a display cabinet filled with various cosmetics. As I looked at the room, she stood expectantly in front of me, as if waiting to hear my comments. "Aapne is jagah ko bahut accha sajaya hai, Radhika ji..." I said. She gave me that wide toothy smile again, and fluttering her eyelashes replied "Oh, thank you Jignesh ji..."
Tucking the pallu of her saree into her waist, she bustled inside into the other room behind, where the house originally had a bedroom and a kitchen. She returned in a few seconds, holding a tray in her hand, which had a dish with rolled-up cold towelette and a tall glass of chilled raw mango sharbat. Placing the tray on the corner table by my side, she picked up the glass of sharbat, and handing to me with both hands, said "Yeh aam panna hai Jignesh ji ... mujhe yaad hai ki aapko aam panna bahut pasand hai..."
As she bent forward to offer me the glass, I was rewarded with the site of the deep v-neck of her sleeveless blouse and the ample cleavage formed by a rather tight bra holding together her heavy womanly breasts. Taking the glass from her hand, I replied with a shy smile again "Oh that's so sweet of you aunty ... par aap ko kaise pata ki mujhe aam panna pasand hai..." "Arre beta, ab to tum bade ho gaye ho ... kaise yaad rahega tumhe ki tum jab chhote thhe aur yahaan par cricket khela karte thhe, tab tum khelne ke baad har roz Radhika aunty ke ghar par aate thhe ... thanda aam panna peene ke liye..." I could only muster an "Oh..." as my childhood memories came back. This was from about 6 or 7 years back, and they had just moved into the colony. Now I remembered how we as adolescents used to admire this young Punjabi mother who had shifted to our colony.
"Tum to bhool gaye Radhika aunty ko ... lekin main nahi bhooli Jignesh beta ko..." she continued with a teasing smile. "Nahi aunty ... main nahi bhoola aap ko ... mujhe yaad hai maine pehli baar aapse kab baat ki thhi ... aapko yaad hai ek baar hum khel rahe thhe aur ball se aapke ghar ki khidki toot gayi thhi ... aur main aapko sorry bolne aaya thha..." Hearing this she laughed, and sitting down on the couch next to me, placed her hand on my thigh and said "Main kaise bhool sakti hoon beta ... mujhe acchhi tarah se yaad hai ... woh khidki todi thee tumhare kise dost ne ... lekin sorry bolne ke liye tum aaye thhe ... maine usi din socha thha ki yeh kitna acchha aur sharif ladka hai..."
Reaching out with her hand, she touched me fondly on the cheek, and said "Oh beta, tumhe yaad hai woh sab ... maine to socha thha ki tum bhool gaye hoge..." "Kaise bhooloonga aunty ... aakhir aap hamare colony ki sabse khoobsoorat aunty thhi..." I replied with a naughty smile, gazing into her eyes. She blushed profusely, and laughed again, displaying the red paan-chewing insides of her mouth. Reaching out to the tray by her side, she picked up the wet towelette, and handing it to me, said "Aaj tumne aunty ko bahut khush kar diya beta ... ab tum jaldi se haat moonh poch lo is se ... ab aunty ki baari hai ki tumhe aaj khush kar de...", touching me seductively on my thigh with her well manicured fingers.
As I finished wiping my face and hands with the cold wet towelette, she took it from my hand, and standing up said "Aao beta, main tumhe apne staff se milwaati hoon..." I got up from the couch and follwed her into the othe room. It was actually the bedroom, which had been converted into some sort of a retiring room for the the girls who worked at Radhika aunty's parlour. Three girls stood there obediently in the room with their hands clutched together in front of them. One of them was obviously Mayuri ben's daughter, Seema. What thrilled me was the way Seema and both the other girls were dressed. They were dressed in short black pleated skirt that ended well above their knees, and a matching black collared knit t-shirt. On top of this they wore a maroon-coloured apron, which had the words "Radhika's Beauty Spa" embroidered in white on it in a cursive font.
"Seema ko tum jaante hi hoge beta..." she said pointing to Seema. "Hello Seema..." I said with a smile. She responded by folding her hands together and saying "Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." with a shy smile. Turning to the other two girls, Radhika aunty said "Yeh Aarti hai ... aur yeh Sushma hai..." The girl called Aarti was fair slender one, who looked to be Sindhi by her features. She had the slim built of a college-girl, with pert little breasts that looked to be 30-B, and a thin aquiline face with delicate features. She looked to be barely in her twenties, and her structure was very similar to my maid Pushpa, whom I had fucked today morning.
She too folded her hands in the traditional Indian way and said shyly "Namaste sir..." "Hello Aarti..." I replied with a smile. The other girl, Sushma, looked to be a little older than both Aarti and Seema, about 25 or 26, I estimated. She was of medium build, with a pleasant homely wheat-complexioned face, and could easily be mistaken for your neighborhood didi who had reached marriageable age. She was reasonably well endowed, with firm round breasts that I estimated to be a 32-B, and shapely well contoured legs. While Aarti's hair was cut short in a boy-cut, Sushma had long hair tied in a single braid behind her back.
She too greeted me with a "Namaste, sir..." and smiled coquettishly at me, indicating that she was definitely more experienced and savvy than the young Aarti. Looking at these three girls standing there in front of me, as if on display, I couldn't help admire the way the busty Radhika aunty had chosen her girls. For those customers, who preferred the slim slender types, there was the petite Aarti. For those who preferred the busty heavy-set types, there was the buxom Seema. And for those who preferred the homely medium-body types, there was the sexy Sushma.
As all three of them stood awkwardly in front of me, Radhika aunty turned to me with a smile and said "Aao Jignesh beta ... main tumhe upar massage room le jaati hoon..." Taking my hand, she led me to the stairs, and I followed her meekly like a young college boy who was just about to lose his virginity in a whore house. Admiring her heavy ass swing seductively under her saree as I followed her upstairs, Radhika aunty gave instructions to Seema. "Tum taiyaar hokar jaldi se upar aa jaao Seema ... Rambha ko bolo ki fresh bedsheet or towel laga de cabin mein ... aur Gajra ben ko bolo ki garam pani taiyaar rakhe bathroom mein..." The first floor of the bungalow was were there were two more bedrooms with a common bathroom at the landing of the stairs.
These bedrooms were the ones that were now converted to what Radhika aunty referred to as "cabins". The windows were covered with thick curtains, giving the room a cozy feel. At the center of the room was a queen-size bed flanked by two night-stands on either side of the bed. The bed was considerably higher than normal ones, ostensibly designed with the intent of allowing the person giving the massage to stand and deliver without having to sit on the bed or bend forward too much. There was even a small low-height stool placed next to the bed to allow a person to climb on to the bed without difficulty. One one side of the room was also a full-sized wardrobe with a built-in dresser. As we entered the room, I saw that a maid servant was putting on fresh white linen on the bed. Having readied the bed, she proceeded to arrange various things like fresh white towels, lotions, oil, powder, and a basin of hot water on a trolley-stand next to the bed.
It was when she turned that I recognized this maid, whom Radhika aunty had referred to as Rambha a while back. She was a 23 or 24-year old brown-skinned Rajasthani girl who had been working at Radhika aunty's house for a long time now. She did not have a good looking face as her mouth was marred by prominent buck-teeth. But her body more than made up for her rather unpleasant face. She was dressed in the trademark village attire of a bottle-green ghagra, a yellow blouse through which the outline of a white bra could be seen, and a red choli. I had noted that these village girls had an affinity towards wearing bright colours, however dark they might be. She had average sized breasts, the conical mango-shaped ones that stood proudly on her chest, and which I estimated to be about 32-B or C.
Her belly was slim and taut like most of these servant girls, but the highlight of her body was her ass. For her rather average built, she had a disproportionately huge ass! It was as if the maker was trying to compensate for the lack of her score in the face and tits department by doling out all his largesse in her ass. Her waist flared out to very wide hips, and deliciously large & round buttocks. If there was somebody apart from Kalpana aunty whose ass I fantasized of fucking, it was her. As adolescents, we had heard that she was an easy lay; and would let you feel her tits for 20/- bucks, give you a hand-job for 50/- bucks, and would let you fuck her for 100/- bucks.
"Sab ready hai na, Rambha?" asked Radhika aunty as we entered the room. "Haan, aunty ji..." replied the maid as she straightened up and turned around. Upon seeing me, she blushed and gave me a toothy smile, her hands immediately reaching up to her face to cover her mouth. I just smiled weakly in return, suddenly feeling awkward realizing that all these girls probably knew be from the time I was a kid. As Rambha quickly went out of the room, Radhika aunty turned to me, and flashing her most charming smile, said "Beta ... tum bilkul sharmaao mat ... tumhe kissi bhi cheeze ki zaroorat ho to aunty se keh dena ... tum bas relax karo..."
To Be Continued..
My left hand had slid up her belly to cup her small lemon sized tits through the thin cotton blouse – pinching those little erect nubbins of her nipples – even as my right hand slid down her leg and began to pull up her ghaagra from where she had left it at her knees, to bare her slender thighs. As I ran my fingers teasingly along the hard flesh of her thin thighs, she squired again and pressed the back of her head to my shoulder. My cock had begun to fill out by now, and was pressing against the small of her back. As I tried to slide my left palm inside her rather loose-fitting blouse from below, she quickly reached for the blouse and began to unhook it. After opening all the hooks of the blouse, she dropped her hands to my legs which were on either side of hers, and closing her eyes, leant back on my shoulder.
As my left hand closed around her young pert little tits, those hard marble like nipples burnt into my palm. Looking down from her shoulder, I couldn't see her young girl-like tits since the pallu was covering them. I slid my right hand further up her slender thigh till it reached her crotch, and I felt my fingers graze the smooth skin of her cleaned pussy lips. She shuddered slightly at the feel of my fingers on her pussy, and clasped her thighs together, trapping my hand in between them. "Apne pair khol ke rakh Pushpa..." I said to her rather gruffly in a low voice. She responded with alacrity, and opened her thighs again, turning her head sideways to glance up at me to check if she had displeased me by her involuntary action. Continuing to squeeze her lemon sized left breast with my left hand, I began to caress the smoth shaved lips her young vagina with my fingers. She was still not wet, and from the way her pussy lips were clasped shut, I could make out that her cunt was still relatively virgin.
With her sitting there comfortably between my outstretched legs, playing with her perky teenage breasts and caressing her young bald pussy, I felt contended with the way my life was going. Her hands were resting on my thighs, and as she played with the hair on my legs she said "Pata hai saheb, kal Sarla bhabhi aapke baare mein pooch rahi thhi..." "Acchha ... kya pooch rahi thhi woh..." I responded, continuing to play with her tits and cunt. "Bas yahi ke aapko koi taqleef to nahi hai ... aur hum aapko koi shiqaayat ka mauka to nahi de rahe hai na..." she replied. "Woh bahut baat karti hai na saheb ... mujhe aur Rani ko woh kal bol rahi thhi ki Jignesh to mere par fida hai ... aur woh mujhe bahut pyaar karta hai..." she continued in a conspiratory tone.
"Acchha aisa bol rahi thhi kya woh" I responded with some amusement, thinking that Mayuri ben was right in telling me that the hot Sarla bhabhi just could not keep her mouth shut. "Haan saheb..." continued Pushpa with enthusiasm, realizing that I was receptive to the topic. "Woh Sarla bhabhi to apne aapk ko heroine samajhti hai na ... lekin humko sab pata hai ... ki kaun kiska aashiq hai..." said Pushpa, with a hint of indignation in her voice. "Main kal Rani ko bol rahi thhi ki dekho woh kabse Jignesh saheb pe dore daal rahi hai ... hai na, saheb?" she asked, twisting her head to look up into my eyes.
By now I was fully aroused, and I said to her "Pushpa, ab tu ghaagra bhi utaar de ... aur phir teri choli ko badan par lapet le ... jaise puraane zamaane mein ladkiyaan karti thhi na, waise..." referring to how tribal women used to dress in the medieval times. As she tried to comprehend what I was telling her, I asked her "Samajh gayi na tu?" She smiled teasingly and replied "Haan saheb ... samajh gayi ... main us kamre main jaakar choli baandhkar aaun saheb?" I smiled and nodded my assent. She quickly ran to the other room to wear her choli the way I wanted her to. After a while, she returned; and I almost had to grab my cock to prevent it from exploding.
She had wrapped the chunni around her hips in such a way that it covered the portion from her waist to midway between her thighs. And on top, it was tied around her torso in such a way that it covered only her breasts; leaving her shoulders, arms, and belly bare to my sight. Since the chunni was of a translucent material, I could clearly see the contours of her perky little breasts under it, with the tiny nipples poking through. She stood there in front of me, her hands hanging limply by her side, and her hip cocked to one side. She looked expectantly at me, and asked "Aapne aise hi pehenne ko kahaa thha na, saheb?" Clearing my throat, I nodded in the affirmative, and proceeded to take more snaps of her.
"Ab tu chunni ko apne kandhe se sarkaa de, aur usko apne haath par latakne de..." I instructed her. She hesitated for a minute before complying. Then she silently slid off her chunni from her shoulder, and let it hand on her forearm, holding it there with her arms bent at her elbows. I don't think I had seen a sexier sight before. The thin lissome Pushpa, with only her chunni dbangd around her body, long braided hair hanging on her left shoulder, earrings dangling from her earlobes, standing in front of me baring her perky little boobs for my approval; was a sight to drive any cock through the roof. I had had enough of fooling around, and shut down my camera and put it aside.
I stood up and walked towards her. Standing close to her, I pressed my hips to her, causing my rigid boner protruding through my boxers to press against her belly. She stood there meekly, with a hint of a nervous smile playing on her lips. I grabbed her by her hair, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Surprised, she let out a soft "Unnhhh..." At the same time; I grabbed one of her lemon sized pert tits with my right hand and squeezed roughtly, eliciting another moan from her.
I was all business now. Pulling her by her arm, I made her sit down on the bed. I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and boxers, and stood naked in front of her; my rock hard cock quivering only inches away from her face. She looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, her lips quivering. She raised her right hand to take hold of my cock, but before she could reach it, I slapped it away roughly. This scared her, but I loved the scared expression on her face. Taking hold of her head with my left hand, I took my steely rod in my right, and rubbed the wet swollen tip on her face. She closed her eyes, and allowed me to rub my cockhead all over her face; her lips, cheeks, and eyes.
When my blood gorged cock touched her lips, she instinctively parted them to take it in her mouth. But I pulled it away from her mouth, causing her to look up at me with a confused expression on her face. She started to say something and opened her mouth for it, when I thrust my manhood into her mouth! Grabbing her by her hair, I pushed my cock fully inside, causing her to stiffen and grab me by my hips. My cock touched her throat, and I felt her body shudder as she struggled to come to terms with the girth of my cock buried in her throat. I kept holding her by her hair, as she gagged and tried to accommodate my cock in her mouth.
A groan escaped her throat, as her adam's apple bobbed and she tried to swallow, to prevent herself from gagging again. My cock had stretched her thin mouth to the limit, and there was no way for her to breath except through her nostrils. Deciding to control my animal instincts, I pulled out my cock abruptly. As I pulled out my cock, she took in deep ragged breaths, and swallowed instinctively. Looking up at me with a scared expression on her face, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where the saliva had dribbled out from the side of her mouth. "Tujhe dar lag raha hai, Pushpa?" I asked her in a flat voice. "Nahin, saheb ... nahin..." she replied quickly, managing to give me a week smile. Her cockiness had deserted her completely now. "Dekh Pushpa, tujhse agar yeh nahi ho raha hai to bataa de ... main kucch nahi karoonga tere saath..." I said to her in a reasonable voice, feeling a tinge of sympathy for her.
"Nahin nahin saheb ... aisa kucch nahin hai ... ab sirf boliye kyaa karna hai mujhe ... main sab karoongi..." she said hastily, as if trying to make amends for something. "Theek hai..." I replied with a smile " ... mujhe mera lund tere moonh mein daalna hai ... aur tere moonh ko chodna hai..." "Kar payegi tu?" I questioned her. "Haan saheb ... kyun nahin..." she replied quickly, albeit swallowing involuntarily and with a look of fear that betrayed her state of mind. "Theek hai ... phir tu let jaa bistar pe..." I instructed her. She complied instantly, and began to lay down on the bed with her head towards the head-board. "Nahin, aise nahin ... apna sir is taraf karke let..." I said, pointing towards the foot of the bed. "Haan saheb..." she mumbled, and quickly twisted herself on the bed and lay down as I had instructed. As she lay there and looked up at me with that nervous look on her face as if not knowing what to expect, I smiled my approval at her. She managed to give me a weak smile in return.
Going towards the foot of the bed, I stood near it so that I was standing exactly behind her head. As she twisted her head up to look at me, I took her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me in such a way that her head was now partly unsupported, and hanging down the bed; her throat and neck outstretched. Bending my legs, I supported my knees on the foot of the bed, and dangled my swollen balls over her face. I lowered myself in that position so that my balls touched her lips. She opened her mouth immediately, and began to tongue my balls, even as I stroked my cock to keep it hard.
Lifting my balls off her mouth, I said to her gently "Ab moonh khol Pushpa..." She complied immediately and opened her mouth wide. Placing my left hand on the bed to support myself, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, burying it to the hilt so that my balls slapped against her nose. This time she was better prepared, and took it in with only a little discomfort, even though her body went taut and she instinctively lifted her hips off the bed.
To fuck a girl's mouth in this position with her face upside down, had been a fantasy I had harbored for a long time, and it sent a thrill down my spine. She let out a low gurgling moan, as I began to slide my cock in and out of her thin mouth, touching the cave of her throat with each inward thrust. To her credit, she adjusted beautifully, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my thick cock. The sight of her Adam's apple bobbing as her throat constricted around my swollen cock, her body twisting involuntarily with her legs bent at the knees and her hips lifted off the bed, was a hugely perverted sight.
The translucent thin wine red chunni which was dbangd on her body was now in disarray, and her right tit was bared to my view. At her hips too, the chuuni had ridden up to her pelivis, and I could see her clean shaved thin cunt lips. Her rake thin legs and slender thighs were parted, and her taut belly went concave as she took in deep breaths through her nostrils. I roughly threw off the chunni from her torso, baring her almost flattened chest to me. Taking hold of one of her little budding tits in my hand, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
As I shoved my swollen cock down her throat, she gagged a couple of times, causing her body to lift off the bed, but she never tried to pull her mouth away from my cock. She was letting out deep throaty moans each time I rammed my cock in, and her saliva was dribbling liberally from the sides of her mouth, flowing down towards her eyes in that upturned position of her head. Her nose was watering, and I could also see tears rolling down her eyes towards her forehead. Concerned, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and was about to ask her if she was ok, when she shook her head and nodded to me, opening her mouth wide once again. Needing no further invitation, I rammed my cock into her mouth once again. I pulled her head downward towards the floor, so that her head was now literally hanging upside down.
As I continued to fuck her mouth in this upside down position, she was involuntarily grabbing the bedsheet with her fingers, and raising her hips off the bed, twisting her body from side to side. With my right hand, I was ravaging her proferred tits, and pinching the nipples hard, eliciting more throaty grunts and moans from her stuffed throat. Her small brown nipples had become a shade darker now, and there were rod welts on her tits where I had squeezed them roughly. I was mad with lust now.
Leaning forward towards her squirming body, I reached out with my hand placed my palm on her nearly flat pussy. I placed my knees on the bed on either side of her head for better leverage; and still leaving her mouth stuffed with my cock, parted her knees. Thin that she was, her pussy was stretched taut. Parting the lips of her cunt with my thumb and forefinger, I slid my middle finger inside. She was wet, and I could see the pink insides of her relatively unused cunt.
She bucked her hips as soon as I slid my finger inside, and an involuntary moan escaped her mouth; muffled by my cock still buried in her mouth. Since I was resting on my knees now, she had more freedom to move her head, and she responded by beginning to swirl her tongue around my cock in her mouth. I reciprocated by sliding my left palm under her butt, and fingering her with the middle finger of my right hand. I had a tough time holding her down, as she was writing uncontrollably on the bed, even as my thumb manipulated her tiny erect clitoris. As I fingered her faster, she arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed completely, as if begging me to suck on her cunt. In her heat, her nails were digging into the flesh of my buttocks.
My balls were swollen painfully now, and I decided I had enough of foreplay. I clambered off her abruptly and stood up beside the bed. As I stood there gazing at her lying wantonly on the bed, the chunni that was dbangd around her body in disarray; I saw that she was looking at my erect manhood with a mixture of desire and fear. "Ab tu taiyyar hai, Pushpa..." I asked gruffly. She just nodded dumbly, and clamped her thighs together in response. Reaching to the bedside drawer, I took out the pack of Durex condoms and pulled out one. She watched me intently as I slid the comfortable condom on my rod-like penis.
I sat on my knees on the bed, and turned her on her side. In this position, she lay on her right side. I lifted her left leg and bending it at the knees, pushed it forward. I positioned myself on my knees, straddling her right leg, and placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt. I paused for a minute to admire her lying naked in this pose. As I have said many times before, she had a thin but toned body, owning to the work she did. She had turned her neck sideways to look at me, while her teenage perky lemon-sized tits were pressed together, forming a palm-sized mound for me to hold. As I caressed her arched back and the taut butt with my right hand, I reached out with my left and cupped her firm pert breasts.
"Saheb..." she whispered softly, as she reached between her thighs and guided my condom-sheathed cock towards the moist slit of her cunt. She had a look of fear in her big eyes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. Before she could say anything, I jerked my hips forward causing my thick turgid cock to push into her slender teenage cunt. She bit her lips and grimaced, her hands grabbing mine where I was holding her by her hips. She was tight, and her pussy stretched to accommodate my swollen cock-head. I was tempted to ram my cock in fully into her, but I held back seeing that she was holding her breath, and her eyes were closed, with her lips held clamped in her mouth. Feeling a tinge of regret at my brutal behavior, I held myself there with just my cockhead buried in her incredibly tight pussy. I reached between her legs, and slowly started massaging the upper portion of her slit, stimulating her clitoris gently. She opened her eyes, and looked at me with an expression of surprise and gratitude.
I just smiled at her and said softly "Tujhe dard ho rahaa hai to bata de mujhe, Pushpa..." "Nahin saheb, aap kariye ... main ... main theek hoon ... bas thhodi taqleef hogi shuru main ... aapka itnaa motaa hai na..." she replied back in a halting voice, trying her best to smile at me through her obvious discomfort. I couldn't help but think how docile this otherwise cocky bitch had become, now that I had her at my mercy. As I continued to manipulate her clit with my thumb right above where the tip of my cock was buried in her cunt, she began to closed her eyes and began to squirm, moving her hips and trying to take more of my cock inside. I pushed forward slowly, and was rewarded by her stretched pussy lips stretching further. In a way, it was good that I was wearing a condom, since otherwise I would have felt some discomfort owing to how tight her teenage vagina was.
Her young pussy was holding my cock like a velvet glove, and it was a hugely erotic sight to see this thin young village girl lying sideways on the bed, her hands holding up one leg bent at her knees so that they were almost touching her stomach, while her back was arched, her neck stretched up taut, and her eyes screwed shut, holding her lips clamped shut compulsively. My cock was nearing its bursting point now, and I couldn't hold on any more. With a grunt, I pushed into her, sending my cock tearing into her tight outstretched cunt. She let out a cry of "Aaiiii maaaa..." and buried her face in the pillow; her body going taut like a bowstring. With my cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy, I leaned forward caressed the long braid of her hair that lay on the bed.
Her face still buried in the pillow, she reached out to touch my hand which was still fondling her firm small perky breasts, and said cried out through clenched teeth "Saheeebbbb ... ab chodiye mujhe ... chodiye mujhe ... ab aur mat tadpaao..." Hearing this, I began a slow rhythmic back & forth motion of my hips, moving my cock in and out of her tight but wet pussy with some difficulty. As I began to stroke her cunt slowly, I could feel her pussy muscles relax a bit, and my cock go deeper into her young teenage cunt. Encouraged, I grabbed her left leg that was bent at the knee, and hefted it over my shoulder. With another throaty grunt, I began to fuck her in earnest. It was not easy going, and the tigtness of her pussy was giving my cock a throrough workout that would make me come sooner than otherwise.
As I rammed my cock into her with renewed vigor, she kind of went into a trance. Her eyes were screwed shut, but her mouth was wide open, and with each thrust of my rampant cock, silent cries accompanied by deep gasps of breath were escaping her mouth. Tears from her shut eyes were now rolling down her cheeks. Then her hands clamped my hand which was holding her slender bony hips, and closing her lips clamped shut, she began to emit deep grunts of "Unnhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." With my cock inserted in her pussy, I turned her around on the bed so that she was lying on her back, and manipulated her bent leg so that they were spread out on either side of me. Then cupping her bony buttocks, I mounted her in the missionary position and began to fuck her with vigor.
Her grunts turned into moans, and her legs automatically went up in the air as I fucked her relentlessly. I was supporting myself with my hands on either side of her torso, and as I looked down at her slender naked body, even as she lay there impaled by my cock, I couldn't' help but get more turned on how incredibly erotic she looked lying there like that, her belly forming an almost concave hollow, and her back arched upwards, causing her small perky breasts to get flattened on her chest, those pert little nubbins of her brown nipples quivering and erect. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head was thrashing from side to side, even as I took hold of that very long single braid of hair and wrapped it around my arm.
Holding her head by her hair, I began to pump into her brutally. She was whimpering continuously now, and crying out "Aaannnhhh ... Aaannhhh..." with each thrust of mine. As I looked up, I caught the reflection of me fucking her in the mirror of the cupboard at the foot of the bed. It was a huge turn on to see that image. Her slender bony legs were sticking up straight in the air, and my muscular buttocks were flexing as I ploughed into her cunt. Suddenly she let out a cry of "Aaaiiieeee..." and her legs went taut in the air; her hips rising off the bed in spasms. Her hands clamped around my back, and that's when I realized her orgasm had hit her. That did it for me, and I too exploded inside her, albeit into the condom, with a load groan. I could actually feel my ejaculation spurt out of the swollen head of my cock, and fill up the tiny sac at the tip of the condom. She continued to jerk her hips spasmodically, even as her orgasm continued to ravage her body.
With another groan I collapsed on top of her slender figure, my cock still buried inside. My sweat mingled with hers, and I was breathing heavily on top of her. Gradually, the tension in her body relaxed and her legs fell away limp on the bed. Personally for me, this was the most strenuous fuck I had had in a long time. As I lay there spent on top of her, I felt her hand caress my hair at the back of my head. Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked at her face. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were tear-stained, but she had a smile on her face. Clearing her throat, she said to me softly "Saheb ... aap khush ho na ... maine aapko khusk kiya na... ?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tune mujhe khush kar diya... "I replied to her softly, tenderness washing over me in the aftermath of my rampaging fuck. I was tempted to kiss her on the mouth, but I didn't want to give this cocky village girl too many ideas. Instead I just patted her on her face, and extracted my now limp cock from her pussy.
As I lay back exhausted on the bed, my cum-filled condom which had slid halfway down my cock, flopped against my belly. She quickly got up from the bed sat by my side. She reached out reverently and gently pulled off the condom from my cock. She stood up and gathering her clothes, went out of the room. When she returned, she had put on her clothes, and was carrying a white hand towel from my bathroom. She had dampened the towel in warm water. With a smile, she sat down by my side and began to wipe my cock and pelvic area with the warm towel. As she finished wiping, she placed the towel on the nightstand, and looking at my eyes with an expectant smile, asked "Main aur kucch seva kar sakti hoon aapke liye, Saheb..." In response, I pointed to the night-stand and asked her to give me my wallet. Taking the wallet from her hand, I extracted a 500/- rupee note and handed it to her. She hesitated a bit before taking the money. "Khush hai tu, Pushpa?" I asked her, as she sat their awkwardly holding the money clutched in her hand. "Haan ... haan, saheb..." she mumbled quickly.
Looking at me with some uncertainty in her eyes, she asked hesitatingly "Saheb, ab aap mujhe naukri par rakhenge na ... mujhe ... mujhe aapki seva karne ke liye dubaara bulaayenge na?" I sensed that she was worried that now I had fucked her to my heart's content, I may have no more interest in her. With a laugh, I placed my hand on her thigh and said "Haan, kyoon nahi ... yeh to sirf shuruaat thhi ... abhi to aur bahut kaam karna hai tujhe..." Hearing this, she visibly relaxed and her face broke into a smile. Clutching my hand, she said earnestly "Bahut bahut shukriya, saheb ... main ... main aapki har seva karoongi ... main aapko poori tarah se khush rakhoongi..." I just smiled at her in return, and said "Chal ab tu jaa ... mujhe bhi naha kar taiyyar hona hai..." "Theek hai, saheb..." she replied with a smile, and kissing my hands impulsively, got up and walked out of the room, her slender hips swaying seductively in their trademark fashion.
After Pushpa left, I headed for a shower as the vigorous fucking had left me sweaty & sticky. Just as I was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty with my lunch. Opening the door, I greeted her with a big smile and said "Arre Kalpana aunty ... main aapko hi yaad kar raha thhaa..." She gave a shy laugh in return and replied "Beta, main bhi tumko milne ke liye kab se intazaar kar rahi thhi ... kyunki kal saara din main tumhare baare mein hi sochtee rahi..." even as she entered the room, and I closed the door behind us.
Today too she was dressed in her same old bottle-green cotton saree and matching blouse. As she mopped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, I took the tiffin carrier from her hand and put it down on the center table. Since I was wearing just the white Turkish towel wrapped around my waist with water droplets still dripping from my hair, she couldn't help but look at my well-muscled torso.
With a smile, I pulled her towards me and embraced her warmly, pressing her heavy body and breasts to press against my chest. Wrapping her arms around my bare back, she looked up at my face with a loving and tender expression. "I missed you yesterday night, aunty..." I said softly, and cupping her face gently in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she whispered, and responded by pressing her body to me and kissing me back.
Since my cock was yet to recover from its brutal assault on the lissome Pushpa, I did not want to start something I that I wouldn't be able to complete. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I said to her with a laugh "Aap bilkul sahi time par aaye, aunty ... mujhe bahut bhook lagi thhee..." Hearing that, her motherly instincts took over instantly, and she said "Oh beta ... tum baitho ... main tumhare liye khaana paros deti hoon ... yeh sab thanda ho jaaye usse pehle tum kha lo...", even as she disengaged herself from my arms and busteld towards the kitchen, wrapping her pallu around her ample fleshy waist.
After she served the food in plates, she sat down by my side to watch me eat. As I tucked into the delicious food, she watched me with fond affection. After I had finished my lunch, and was rinsing my mouth at the sink, she came into the kitchen carrying the soiled dishes. She then began to wash the dishes at the kitchen sink, and I plonked myself on the kitchen platform to watch her. As she was rinsing the plates, she said to me hesitantly "Beta, tum aaj raat ko mere ghar par aa sakte ho khane ke liye?"
"Oh aunty, aap mere liye itna taqlif mat uthaya karo ... main kahin baahar se kha loonga..." I replied. Still continuing to rinse the dishes and not meeting my gaze, she replied "Beta, aisa kyoon bolte ho tum ... tum jaante ho na ki aunty ko kitna acchha lagta him tumhari seva karne mein..." After a pause, she continued "Aur ... aur ... aaj aakhiri raat hai jab main ghar par akeli rahoongi ... kal Jigna bhi waapas aa jayegi ... aur Jatin bhai bhi..." I had almost forgotten that Jigna was returning from her picnic tomorrow.
I remained quiet, and just looked at her. It thrilled me to think about how this buxom 42-year old homely housewife who was a mother of two, needed me so much that she was literally begging me to come to her house in the night to fuck her. My tired cock twitched under the towel. I got off the kitchen platform, and walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I slid my palms under her saree and felt her ample fleshy belly. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I said softly into her ear "Oh aunty ... main zaroor aaoonga..."
Sliding my hands up from her belly, I cupped her huge heavy breasts confined in the blouse with my palms, and squeezing them gently repeated "Main zaroor aaoonga aunty ... main bhi taras raha hoon aapke saath ek aur raat bitaane ke liye..." Hearing my words, a shy smile lit up her face, and she said "Thank you beta ... thank you..." Turning around, she dried her hands on the pallu of her saree and said "Ab main zara bazaar jaati hoon ... mujhe raat ke liye kuch sabziyaan khareedni hai..." Once again, she kissed me on my lips and said "Main tumhara intazaar karoongi beta..." With that she disengaged herself from my arms, and began to pick up the containers of the tiffin carrier.
After I had seen Kalpana aunty off at the door, I went to my room to change. Today was going to be a special day for me, as I had an appointment at that beauty parlor where Mayuri ben's 23-year old daughter, Seema, was supposed to give me a 'special' massage. I changed into a pair of track-pants, sandals, and a white polo-neck t-shirt. Getting on to my bike, I headed to the beauty-parlor run by Mrs. Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony.
Her husband dabbled in local politics and also ran the cable TV business in our area, and they had two daughters, aged twelve and eight. As I parked my bike outside their bungalow, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would notice my coming here. Being about 2 pm in the afternoon, the lane was deserted. They ran the parlour in one of the duplex houses in our colony itself, and the only advertisement was a discretely placed board near the gate that said "Radhika's Beauty Parlor – for Ladies & Gents". As I rang the bell, the door was opened by Radhika aunty. Upon seeing me, her face broke into a huge toothy smile, and folding her hands together, she greeted me "Namaste, Jignesh bhai ... aaiye, aaiye ... main aap hi ka intazaar kar rahi thhi..."
Radhika aunty was the classic Punjabi woman. She had a medium fair complexion and long hair tied in a single braid that reached up to her hips. Her plump round face had a fair bit of make-up on it, with rouge highlighting her prominent cheeks, and red lipstick adorning her thick lips. She was dressed in an elaborate embroidered red & blue saree, with plenty of golden tinsels adorning the pallu, and a matching sleeve-less blue blouse. An elaborate gold & blue-stone necklace adorned her neck, which were complimented by matching dangling ear-rings. On her arms, she wore a dozen red & blue glass bangles each, that completed the Punjabi house-wife dressed-for-an-occasion look.
I also noted the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair, and a tear-drop shaped red & blue bindi on her forehead. Her saree was tied well below her belly-button, and the way she had dbangd the pallu over her torso, one could see the partly exposed front of her sexy well-rounded belly. She was short by Punjabi standards, only about 5'6", with a heavy womanly body. Her bare arms in the sleeveless blouse were fleshy, and under the ornate pallu of her beautiful saree, I could see the contours of her heavy rounded breasts. Her waist flared into wide hips and the characteristically heavy ass.
"Namaste, Radhika ji..." I replied with a shy smile, as I stepped into the room. As she closed the door behind her, she turned to me and said with a big smile "Mujhe bahut khushi hui Jignesh ji, ki aap mere parlour mein aaye..." displaying teeth that betrayed the fact that she was prone to chewing paan. "Aap baithiye naa ... khade kyu hai..." she said, taking hold of my hand and leading me to comfortable couch. As I settled into the couch, I noticed how she had converted what was otherwise the living room into a beauty parlor. There were three comfortable reclining leather chairs of the type you see in saloons, complete with the accompanying paraphernalia that you see in all parlors.
On the wall facing these chairs was a large mirror, with a counter in front that had all the tools of the business laid out. What had once been a show case had now been converted to a display cabinet filled with various cosmetics. As I looked at the room, she stood expectantly in front of me, as if waiting to hear my comments. "Aapne is jagah ko bahut accha sajaya hai, Radhika ji..." I said. She gave me that wide toothy smile again, and fluttering her eyelashes replied "Oh, thank you Jignesh ji..."
Tucking the pallu of her saree into her waist, she bustled inside into the other room behind, where the house originally had a bedroom and a kitchen. She returned in a few seconds, holding a tray in her hand, which had a dish with rolled-up cold towelette and a tall glass of chilled raw mango sharbat. Placing the tray on the corner table by my side, she picked up the glass of sharbat, and handing to me with both hands, said "Yeh aam panna hai Jignesh ji ... mujhe yaad hai ki aapko aam panna bahut pasand hai..."
As she bent forward to offer me the glass, I was rewarded with the site of the deep v-neck of her sleeveless blouse and the ample cleavage formed by a rather tight bra holding together her heavy womanly breasts. Taking the glass from her hand, I replied with a shy smile again "Oh that's so sweet of you aunty ... par aap ko kaise pata ki mujhe aam panna pasand hai..." "Arre beta, ab to tum bade ho gaye ho ... kaise yaad rahega tumhe ki tum jab chhote thhe aur yahaan par cricket khela karte thhe, tab tum khelne ke baad har roz Radhika aunty ke ghar par aate thhe ... thanda aam panna peene ke liye..." I could only muster an "Oh..." as my childhood memories came back. This was from about 6 or 7 years back, and they had just moved into the colony. Now I remembered how we as adolescents used to admire this young Punjabi mother who had shifted to our colony.
"Tum to bhool gaye Radhika aunty ko ... lekin main nahi bhooli Jignesh beta ko..." she continued with a teasing smile. "Nahi aunty ... main nahi bhoola aap ko ... mujhe yaad hai maine pehli baar aapse kab baat ki thhi ... aapko yaad hai ek baar hum khel rahe thhe aur ball se aapke ghar ki khidki toot gayi thhi ... aur main aapko sorry bolne aaya thha..." Hearing this she laughed, and sitting down on the couch next to me, placed her hand on my thigh and said "Main kaise bhool sakti hoon beta ... mujhe acchhi tarah se yaad hai ... woh khidki todi thee tumhare kise dost ne ... lekin sorry bolne ke liye tum aaye thhe ... maine usi din socha thha ki yeh kitna acchha aur sharif ladka hai..."
Reaching out with her hand, she touched me fondly on the cheek, and said "Oh beta, tumhe yaad hai woh sab ... maine to socha thha ki tum bhool gaye hoge..." "Kaise bhooloonga aunty ... aakhir aap hamare colony ki sabse khoobsoorat aunty thhi..." I replied with a naughty smile, gazing into her eyes. She blushed profusely, and laughed again, displaying the red paan-chewing insides of her mouth. Reaching out to the tray by her side, she picked up the wet towelette, and handing it to me, said "Aaj tumne aunty ko bahut khush kar diya beta ... ab tum jaldi se haat moonh poch lo is se ... ab aunty ki baari hai ki tumhe aaj khush kar de...", touching me seductively on my thigh with her well manicured fingers.
As I finished wiping my face and hands with the cold wet towelette, she took it from my hand, and standing up said "Aao beta, main tumhe apne staff se milwaati hoon..." I got up from the couch and follwed her into the othe room. It was actually the bedroom, which had been converted into some sort of a retiring room for the the girls who worked at Radhika aunty's parlour. Three girls stood there obediently in the room with their hands clutched together in front of them. One of them was obviously Mayuri ben's daughter, Seema. What thrilled me was the way Seema and both the other girls were dressed. They were dressed in short black pleated skirt that ended well above their knees, and a matching black collared knit t-shirt. On top of this they wore a maroon-coloured apron, which had the words "Radhika's Beauty Spa" embroidered in white on it in a cursive font.
"Seema ko tum jaante hi hoge beta..." she said pointing to Seema. "Hello Seema..." I said with a smile. She responded by folding her hands together and saying "Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." with a shy smile. Turning to the other two girls, Radhika aunty said "Yeh Aarti hai ... aur yeh Sushma hai..." The girl called Aarti was fair slender one, who looked to be Sindhi by her features. She had the slim built of a college-girl, with pert little breasts that looked to be 30-B, and a thin aquiline face with delicate features. She looked to be barely in her twenties, and her structure was very similar to my maid Pushpa, whom I had fucked today morning.
She too folded her hands in the traditional Indian way and said shyly "Namaste sir..." "Hello Aarti..." I replied with a smile. The other girl, Sushma, looked to be a little older than both Aarti and Seema, about 25 or 26, I estimated. She was of medium build, with a pleasant homely wheat-complexioned face, and could easily be mistaken for your neighborhood didi who had reached marriageable age. She was reasonably well endowed, with firm round breasts that I estimated to be a 32-B, and shapely well contoured legs. While Aarti's hair was cut short in a boy-cut, Sushma had long hair tied in a single braid behind her back.
She too greeted me with a "Namaste, sir..." and smiled coquettishly at me, indicating that she was definitely more experienced and savvy than the young Aarti. Looking at these three girls standing there in front of me, as if on display, I couldn't help admire the way the busty Radhika aunty had chosen her girls. For those customers, who preferred the slim slender types, there was the petite Aarti. For those who preferred the busty heavy-set types, there was the buxom Seema. And for those who preferred the homely medium-body types, there was the sexy Sushma.
As all three of them stood awkwardly in front of me, Radhika aunty turned to me with a smile and said "Aao Jignesh beta ... main tumhe upar massage room le jaati hoon..." Taking my hand, she led me to the stairs, and I followed her meekly like a young college boy who was just about to lose his virginity in a whore house. Admiring her heavy ass swing seductively under her saree as I followed her upstairs, Radhika aunty gave instructions to Seema. "Tum taiyaar hokar jaldi se upar aa jaao Seema ... Rambha ko bolo ki fresh bedsheet or towel laga de cabin mein ... aur Gajra ben ko bolo ki garam pani taiyaar rakhe bathroom mein..." The first floor of the bungalow was were there were two more bedrooms with a common bathroom at the landing of the stairs.
These bedrooms were the ones that were now converted to what Radhika aunty referred to as "cabins". The windows were covered with thick curtains, giving the room a cozy feel. At the center of the room was a queen-size bed flanked by two night-stands on either side of the bed. The bed was considerably higher than normal ones, ostensibly designed with the intent of allowing the person giving the massage to stand and deliver without having to sit on the bed or bend forward too much. There was even a small low-height stool placed next to the bed to allow a person to climb on to the bed without difficulty. One one side of the room was also a full-sized wardrobe with a built-in dresser. As we entered the room, I saw that a maid servant was putting on fresh white linen on the bed. Having readied the bed, she proceeded to arrange various things like fresh white towels, lotions, oil, powder, and a basin of hot water on a trolley-stand next to the bed.
It was when she turned that I recognized this maid, whom Radhika aunty had referred to as Rambha a while back. She was a 23 or 24-year old brown-skinned Rajasthani girl who had been working at Radhika aunty's house for a long time now. She did not have a good looking face as her mouth was marred by prominent buck-teeth. But her body more than made up for her rather unpleasant face. She was dressed in the trademark village attire of a bottle-green ghagra, a yellow blouse through which the outline of a white bra could be seen, and a red choli. I had noted that these village girls had an affinity towards wearing bright colours, however dark they might be. She had average sized breasts, the conical mango-shaped ones that stood proudly on her chest, and which I estimated to be about 32-B or C.
Her belly was slim and taut like most of these servant girls, but the highlight of her body was her ass. For her rather average built, she had a disproportionately huge ass! It was as if the maker was trying to compensate for the lack of her score in the face and tits department by doling out all his largesse in her ass. Her waist flared out to very wide hips, and deliciously large & round buttocks. If there was somebody apart from Kalpana aunty whose ass I fantasized of fucking, it was her. As adolescents, we had heard that she was an easy lay; and would let you feel her tits for 20/- bucks, give you a hand-job for 50/- bucks, and would let you fuck her for 100/- bucks.
"Sab ready hai na, Rambha?" asked Radhika aunty as we entered the room. "Haan, aunty ji..." replied the maid as she straightened up and turned around. Upon seeing me, she blushed and gave me a toothy smile, her hands immediately reaching up to her face to cover her mouth. I just smiled weakly in return, suddenly feeling awkward realizing that all these girls probably knew be from the time I was a kid. As Rambha quickly went out of the room, Radhika aunty turned to me, and flashing her most charming smile, said "Beta ... tum bilkul sharmaao mat ... tumhe kissi bhi cheeze ki zaroorat ho to aunty se keh dena ... tum bas relax karo..."
To Be Continued..
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