13-12-2018, 12:05 PM
Part - 25
Placing my hands on Rani's slender hips, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her incredibly juicy pussy. Like I had said earlier, Rani's had to be the best pussy I had fucked so far. They seemed to have a life of their own, and it felt just right on my cock; neither too tight, nor too loose. As I began to increase the tempo of thrusting my cock into her wet cunt from behind, Rani let out a soft moan, and clutched at Pushpa's thighs harder. Seeing this, Pushpa wet her lips involuntarily, and grabbing Rani's head, pushed it towards her tight young teenage cunt again.
As I began to thrust into Rani harder, her face was driven more and more into Pushpa's virgin-like cunt. Gazing at me with lust filled eyes, Pushpa breathed huskily "Chodo usko saheb ... zor se chodo Rani ko... "all the while bucking her hips and trying to push more of her cunt into Rani's face. Hearing this cocky teenage girl urging me to fuck her 21-year old friend turned me on immensely, and taking a firm hold of Rani's quivering hips, I began to ram my cock into her vigorously.
My knees were beginning to singe from the continued scbanging against the thick rug, and it was beginning to get distinctly uncomfortable for me. With a groan, I pulled my cock out of Rani's warm cunt and stood up. Pulling Rani up by her waist, I made her to stand on her feet and bend forward, her legs spread wide apart. She bent forward willingly, thrusting her firm round dark ass towards me, and supported herself my holding on to the side wall of the bathing tub.
Pushpa too stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the tub, and watched us intently. Positioning my cock at the opening of her juicy wet slit, I rammed it in once again. This time, Rani let out a louder moan, and buried her face in her shoulders. Her long braid of dark curly hair hung down her shoulder, and swung with each thrust of my rampant cock. Pushpa was still watching us with lust evident in her eyes, and then to my amazement raised her right left leg and placed it on the little flat surface at the foot of the tub.
Her mouth agape with arousal, she began to rub her hairless pussy with her fingers, and eventually slid her middle finger into her tight young pussy. Watching this slender 19-year old teenage servant girl fingering herself so shamelessly in front of me, even as I fucked her 21-year old friend from behind, turned me on immensely; and I began to fuck Rani harder.
Rani's ripe young body shuddered each time my hips smacked against her butt, even as Pushpa arched slender petite body, her mouth agape, sliding her middle finger in and out of her tight cunt wantonly. Rani was beginning to cry out in soft silent gasps now, and I could feel her tight juicy cunt contract & expand around my hard condom-clad cock. And then suddenly, without warning, she let out a prolonged moan, the cry muffled by her mouth buried in her shoulders, and her body began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Aaaiiiieeee..." She cried through clenched teeth, and threw her had back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her tight young cunt clutched violently at my cock, threatening to cause it to explode, and she collapsed on the edge of the tub, her face buried in her fore-arms. Her body continued to spasm and jerk, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Not able to withstand the contractions of her juicy young vagina any more, I pulled my cock out of her cunt quickly. Her knees buckled and she collapsed on her side limply, her torso against the side wall of the tub. Seeing her spent condition, I knelt down beside her, and holding her by her shoulder, pulled her towards me. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth agape as she took in deep lungfuls of breath. As her head fell limply towards my chest, I cradled it in my arms and held her against me. The perky Pushpa to came towards us, and smiling at me seductively, whispered "Saheb ... usko paani chhoot gaya..." I smiled to myself, and felt a feeling of warmth course through me as I looked at the young 21-year old newly married dark skinned Rani, lying so helplessly in my arms.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a strange expression of satisfaction and guilt. As she saw me supporting her by her back, her torso cradled against my chest, she whispered "Saheb ... main..." leaving the sentence unfinished, not knowing what to say. I just smiled at her warmly. Turning her gaze to my still erect cock, the condom stretched taut along the length of it, she reached out to touch it gently. "Saheb ... aapko to ... abhi bhi..." she said to me in a low whisper, an almost guilty look on her face conveying the guilt she was feeling at having come before I did.
Closing her fingers gently around the thick swollen girth of my cock, she looked at Pushpa and said softly "Pushpa ... tu..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I could make out that she was telling Pushpa to take care of my cock now; and that was exactly what I was saving my cock for. I wanted to satisfy my male ego by making these two young girls cum before I did. Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and looked at my face with a look that was asking "So how would you like to fuck me, sir?"
Without a word, I stood up and went and sat down on the western style wall-mounted closet. I then beckoned to Pushpa to come towards me. As the thin naked teenage Pushpa walked towards me swaying her slender hips seductively, I took hold of my cock and pumped it a few times. "Aaja ... baith ja, Pushpa..." I said to her hoarsely, indicating that I wanted her to sit on my cock. Her thin bony chest heaving, those small perky lemon-sized tits shivering ever so slightly, the slender 19-year old Pushpa placed her hands on my shoulder, and swung her legs across my thighs.
Looking down at her crotch, she straddled my thighs and gently lowered herself. I held my cock upright, and guided it towards the thin slit of her hairless pussy. As the thick swollent tip of my hard cock touched her pussy lips, she clamped her lips and looked at me with arousal. Screwing her eyes shut, she pushed herself down slowly, causing my cock to go up her tight cunt. I grimaced as I felt her tight almost virgin cunt clamp on my throbbing cock, pushing my foreskin inside the condom down. "Issssss..." she hissed through clenched teeth, as she felt my thick cock spread the insides of her tight cunt. With a final grunt, she thrust herself down, screwing her eyes shut again and letting out a soft cry of "Uuuunnnhhhh..." as she impaled herself fully on my cock.
She held herself in that position for a few moments, taking deep breaths and adjusting to the feeling of having my relatively thick 7" cock buried inside her young teenage cunt. Then taking hold of my shoulders again, and supporting herself on her feet which were resting on the floor on either side of my legs, she began to raise & lower herself on my cock. "Aiieee maaaa..." she moaned as she kept her eyes screwed shut, and began to slide her tight wet cunt up and down on my hard as a rod cock.
Rani, who had been watching all this intently, sitting on the floor, stood up and came towards us. With a look of concern at Pushpa, seeing her struggling to adjust to the thickness of my cock, she placed one arm around Pushpa's shoulder, and with the other began to caress her small petite teenage breasts. By now, I had taken hold of Pushpa by her slender bony waist, and was heping her rise and fall on my cock. Her long braid of hair was hanging in front of her over her left shoulder, and with each downward thrust, the tip of her braided hair tickled my muscular thighs.
Watching the sexy dark skinned Rani trying to comfort the thin slender Pushpa by caressing her perky lemon sized tits, I was seized with lust. Looking at Rani, I beckoned to her with a nod of my head. As she came closer towards my face, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her roughly towards me, her quivering ripe fully developed breasts only inches from my face. Opening my mouth, I clamped it around one of her delectable juicy mango-shaped breasts, relishing the feel of her thick elongated nipples in my mouth.
She too let out a soft sigh, and caressing my head, fed me her tits in an almost motherly manner. As the slender Pushpa rode my cock, her head thrown back and her mouth agape, her small perky breasts jiggling with each downward thrust, I sucked earnestly on the luscious Rani's ripe breasts. This is heaven, I thought to myself. My balls were beginning to ache as Pushpa increased the tempo of lifting & lowering herself on my steely cock, and I was aching to cum.
Pushpa grabbed my head suddenly, and pulling my face away from where they were cradled against Rani's breasts, pushed it towards her perky little tits. I figured that she wanted me to pleasure her breasts too, even as she continued to ride my cock. With a groan, I clamped my mouth around Pushpa's firm perky young breast, and began to suck on her thin still developing little nipples. She let out a husky cry, and grabbed at my hair, pushing my face deeper into the mounds on her chest. As I let my teeth scbang against her tiny nipples, I felt her entire body shiver and shudder, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.
With a screeching cry of "Saheeeeeebbb..." she began to thrust herself down on my cock harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust. Soon I began to feel her tight cunt contract & spasm around my ravaging member, as a full fledged orgasm hit her. "Aiiiieeee..." she almost screamed, as she came again and again, that single long braid of her hair swinging widly as she threw her head from side to side.
That was all I needed, and with a loud deep grunt, my cock erupted. My thick boiling sperm shot out of my cock, and quickly filled the tip of the condom. I grabbed Pushpa by her slender waist, and thrust my hips upwards, holding her firmly in position, even as she squired and and struggled in my arms, her orgasm taking control of her body. I felt burst after burst of my hot jism shoot out of my cock and splash against the walls of the small sac at the tip of the cock.
Spent, Pushpa fell against me limply; her head resting on my shoulder and her tiny heaving breasts mashed against my chest. I caressed her bondy back gently, and held her like that for a few moments till she regained her breath. Rani was also continuously caressing my back, and cradling my head in turn, against her firm ripe breasts. Placing my hand on one of her round firm dark butt cheeks, I squeezed them and smiled at her. She responded my giving me a warm loving smile of her own.
Pushpa then slowly extracted herself from my lap, and standing limply in front of me said through heavy breaths "Saheb ... bahut ... bahut acchha laga..." I laughed, and patted her on her small derriere, squeezing them playfully. With that, I headed to the tub again, and showered myself to wash off the sweat that I had managed to work up. Finishing, I said to them "Ab tum dono bhi acchhe se naha lo..." instructing them to use the toiletries they needed.
"Aur nahaane ke baad, tum dono yeh body lotion zaroor laga lena..." I instructed them, handing the two girls a jar of moisturizing lotion that I had given to Rani earlier. With that, I walked out of the bathroom, toweling myself dry. Once the girls finished their bath, and came out, I gave both of them 500/- rupees each, saying "Yeh aaj ke liye..." Both of them took the money gratefully from my hand and tucked it into their blouse. After saying goodbyes to me, they left.
Two back-to-back fucks in the morning itself had left me exhausted. I contemplated going for a jog but I was just too tired for it. Not having anything else to do, I switched on the TV and slumped on the couch to watch the live telecast of a boring test match between Sri Lanka and West Indies. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep on the couch. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. It took me a few minutes to realize what the source of the sound was.
I had been dreaming of some building on fire, and me running helter skelter, the clanging of the fire engines ringing in my ears. Groggily I picked up the phone. "Arre Jignesh beta ... kahaan ho tum ... main kab se tumhaare ghar par phone kar rahi hoon..." said a sweet sing song voice on the other end of the line. "Uhh ... kaun..." I managed to mutter, not able to place the voice at all. "Oh beta ... so rahe thhe kyaa ... main Radhika aunty bol rahi hoon..." spoke the voice from the other end. "Oh aunty ... haan ... sorry ... main..." I mumbled incoherently.
"Acchha ... sorry beta ... maine socha ki shaayad tum bhool gaye ki aaj tum yahaan aane waale thhe ... isliye main phone kar rahi thhi ... in fact, agar tum phone nahi uthaate to main kisi ko bhejne waali thhi tumhar ghar par ... yeh dekhne ke liye ki tum ghar par ho ya nahi..." she explained. "Umm aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... bas thhodi der ke liye aankh lag gayi thhi ... main aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." I said. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 3:30 pm in the afternoon. I had slept for nearly 3 hours, and was still feeling sleepy.
Concerned, Radhika aunty asked "Kya huaa beta ... tumhaari tabiyat to thheek hai na..." "Haan aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... kal raat ko soya nahi thha ... bas isliye bahut neend aa rahi hai..." I replied, my eyes still threatening to close at any moment. Pausing for a moment, I said "Aunty, agar aapko aitraaz na ho to ... to main kal aaoon aapke yahaan ... aaj main bahut thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing this, she paused for a minute, before saying in a disappointed tone "Theek hai beta ... phir to main zor nahin karoongi ... tum so jaao ... main kal tumhaara intazaar karoongi..." Mumbling a thank you to her, I hung up the phone.
Collapsing back on the couch, I was asleep again in no time. Once again I was rudely awakened by a shrill ringing sound. Cursing, I picked up the phone again, only to realize that it was not the phone, but the bell of our house that was ringing. I was wearing only my boxers and a crew neck vest, and muttering under my breath, I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was the 36-year old Punjabi housewife, Radhika aunty. I scratched my head and cursed under my breath wondering why she was here, when I had spoken to her only a few minutes back.
Any other day, I would have been thrilled to see her at my door, but today exhausted and sleepy as I was, I was in no mood to meet her. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door. "Sorry beta ... maine tumhe disturb to nahin kiya na..." she began, with a concerned look on her plump made-up face. "Nahin aunty ... aaiye na andar..." I said to her with forced politeness, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in. I didn't want any of the neighbours to spot her at my door.
As I closed the door, she turned aside and said to me in an apologetic voice "Beta ... mujhe badi chinta ho gayi thhi tumhaare baare main ... isliye main daudi chali aayi ... phone par tumhaari aawaaz sunkar mujhe laga ki shaayad tumhaar tabiyat theek nahi hai..." "Arre aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... maine aapse kaha na ... main bas so raha thha ... aur bahut thak gaya hoon..." I said to her, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Par beta..." she protested, and then as if changing her mind, just said "Oh..." She seemed a little offended at my tone, and to placate her, I smiled at her warmly, and taking her hand in mine, led her to the couch. "Oh aunty ... aap zara baithiye to sahi ... main aapke liye sharbat lekar aata hoon..." I said to her sweetly. Some of the hurt on her face vanished upon hearing these words, and she smiled at me, albeit hesitatingly.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but think how truly desirable this woman was. I always had a thing for married full-bodied Punjabi women, and Radhika aunty was no exception. Though she was not as fair as some Punjabi women, she was gifted with that typical north Indian heavy body. With adequate 36-C breasts, as I estimated, a plump round face with red lipstick adorning her thick luscious lips, she looked good enough to eat. Today too, she was dressed in a red & black chiffon saree, with a matching red sleeveless blouse.
Her plump arms looked really sexy in the sleeveless blouse, accentuated by that array of red & white glass bangles she wore on both hands; the type usually worn by newly married Punjabi girls. Her long black hair was tied in a single long braid that reached up to her full wide hips. Mascara lined her eyes, and her face was made up using the ubiquitous Compact; her prominent cheekbones highlighted with rouge. At first sight, one would think that she was ready to go for a party; but having seen her for many years now, I knew that this was how she always dressed.
As I returned to the living room carrying a chilled glass of Rooh Afza, she smiled at me brightly and said in her sing song voice "Oh beta ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Mopping her brow, where a few drops of sweat had formed, she took the glass from the tray. As she sipped on the cool drink, I sat down by her side on the couch. Finishing the drink, she placed the glass on the teapoy, and turning to me said "Beta ... main tumhe sach bataaoon ... mujhe phone par tumhaari baaton se aisa laga ki shaayad tum aunty se kissi baat par naraaz ho ... shaayad tumhe kal aunty ke parlour par mazaa nahi aaya ... isliye main tumse milne ke liye chali aayi..." in a tone that was guilty as well as apologetic. Clutching my forehead, I exclaimed "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." and placed my palm on her thigh.
Before I could say anything else, she placed her hand on mine and continued "Beta ... sach bol rahi hoon ... pata nahi mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai ki ... shaayad Seema ne kal tumhaara mood kharaab kar diya ... is liye shaayad tum aunty ke paas aana nahi chaahte ho..." I shook my head in exasperation, and said "Aunty ... main aapko kaise samjhaaoon ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... mujhe bahut mazaa aaya kal ... aur phir main to intazaar kar raha hoon ki kab aapke wahaan dubaara aaoon ... bas aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." She nodded her head in understanding. "Kal raat bhar main TV dekh raha thha ... aur phir subah jab maine apna exercise bhi kar liya ... to phir main bahut thhak gaya..." I said by way of explanation, wondering if she had any idea what was the kind of 'exercise' I was referring to.
She nodded her head in understanding, and giving me one of her incredibly seductive smiles, said "Beta ... kal tum zaroor aana ... aunty tumhe kal apne haathho se massage karengi..." I smiled at her in return, a pretentious shy look on my face. Raising both her arms, she said to me "Chalo phir issi baat par aunty se ek baar gale to lago beta..." the same seductive smile on her lips. I blushed, and reached out to embrace her. Since I was sitting next to her on the couch, it was a bit awkward to hug her. But all the same, as I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her firm mature breasts under the elaborate saree press against my chest.
She held on to me for a minute, and then running her hands along my muscular biceps, said in my ear "Itni exercise karke body to banaa rahe ho beta ... par thhoda sa dum aunty ke liye bhi bacha ke rakhna..." I laughed heartily upon hearing that, and squeezing her bare fleshy arm in return, said to her "Isi liye to aaj aane se mana kar raha thha ... mere battery jab full charge par ho ... tab aana chaahta hoon main..." She too laughed upon hearing this, and hugged me tighter, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and inhaled the musky aroma of some expensive perfume that she was wearing.
Disengaging herself from my arms, she stood up, and adjusting her saree said to me "Beta ... ab main chalti hoon ... parlour main un ladkiyon ke bharose zyaada der nahi chhod sakti..." As I also stood up, she came closer to me, and placing her palm on my well muscled chest, said to me huskily "Beta ... kal zaroor aana ... aunty intazaar karengi tumhaara..." letting her fingers trace a line down my chest. On an impulse, I placed both my hands on her heavy firm butt, and pulling her towards me so that my crotch was pressed to her belly
"Zaroor aunty ... mujhe bhi kal ka hi intazaar hai..." My limp cock, though not erect, had filled up somewhat, and as she felt the lump in my boxers against her, she looked into my eyes, and whispered "Waise to mujhe tum aaj bhi taiyyar hi lag rahe ho..." intentionally grinding her pelvis to mine. Then, pulling herself slightly away, she placed her palm on the small bulge in my boxers, and caressed my stiffening cock through the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Beta..." she whispered huskily, her fingers lingering over my stiffening cock " ... agar tum chaaho to main ... aaj ... abhi ... issi waqt ... yahaan par ... tumhaari thhakaan door kar sakti hoon?" Tempted as I was, my cock was still so sore from the vigorous romps in the morning, that it would have been pure torture for me. In fact, even this little stiffening that my cock was experiencing now was causing me some discomfort.
Pressing myself to her in an exaggerated manner, and gently pulling her hands away, I said to her with false arousal "Oh aunty ... aaj nahi please ... intazaar ka phal hamesha meetha hota hai na..." looking on purpose at the deep cleavage formed by her firm mature breasts held tight inside that red sleeveless blouse. This seemed to appease her, and with a smile she patted me on the cheek and said "Jaisi tumhaari marzi beta... " With that, she turned around and walked out the door, waving bye to me, her heels making a click clack noise on the marble-tiled floor.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, I closed the door. My stomach was rumbling with hunger now, and I realized that I'd told Kalpana aunty not to bring lunch today. Dialing the number of the local pizza joint, I ordered a pizza for lunch. As I settled down to wait for the pizza, I switched on the TV and started surfing through the channels. They were showing a re-run of the old Aamir Khan movie 'Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar' on the local cable channel, also featuring the pretty Ayesha Jhulka and the sultry Pooja Bedi.
A song sequence was playing featuring these two Bollywood actors dancing around in college classroom set. As I watched enact their college girl roles wearing the ubiquitous perfect college uniform, my thoughts drifted off to my experiences while I was in college. After a long hiatus, I was getting all the sex I wanted, but for some reason it did not hold the same excitement that my days as a naïve college boy did. At 20, I was already feeling old!
As I lay in my couch at home, I couldn't help but think that that encounter with my sexy Hindi college teacher Sarita ma'am had to set in motion a chain of events that expanded my sexual horizon way beyond my wildest imagination; a chain of women and girls, some predictable, some totally out of the blue. My reverie was broken with the shrill sound of the bell ringing. Opening the door, I found the pizza delivery boy with my lunch. As I was paying the delivery boy, I wondered why pizza delivery boys were always boys, and never girls.
Well if they were girls, I'd have ended up fucking them too, I thought to myself with a grin. Finishing my pizza and washing it down with a Coke, I stretched out on the couch once again. My thoughts wandered to that sexy sales girl, Sapna, who'd given me her number and offered to come out with me whenever I felt like it. I had half a mind to call her, but decided against it, since I was feeling too lazy to go out in the sweltering heat. Just as I was beginning to doze off again, the phone rang.
It was Mayuri ben. "Kya kar rahe thhe, beta..." she asked. "Kuchh nahi, aunty ... bas aise hi leta hua thha..." I replied, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Acchha..." she replied, pausing as if thinking of what to say. I too couldn't fathom why she had called me. "To tum abhi ghar par hi ho, beta ... ki kahin baahar ja rahe ho..." she asked. "Ghar par hi hoon, aunty ... kyun?" I asked. "Nahin ... woh Alka yahaan par aayi hai ... to maine socha..." she began, pausing once again. Hearing no response from me, she continued " ... to maine socha ki main usko tumhaare paas bhej deti hoon..."
Not expecting this at all, I fumbled and said "Uh ... lekin aunty..." Sensing my discomfort, Mayuri ben said "Arre beta ... phir wahi baat ... humne iske baare mein baat ki thhi na ... phir kyun tum itna soch rahe ho..." Somehow, I was just not comfortable with this set up. In my lust crazed state of mind, I had expressed this fetish of indulging in some kinky play with a lactating woman; but I had never expected it to become real. Moreover, I had no intention of exploiting a poor housewife just to indulge in my wild fantasies.
My mind in turmoil, I mumbled "Par aunty ... mujhe yeh ab bhi theek nahi lag raha hai..." "Oh beta ... tum kyun aisa soch rahe ho ... tum koi zabardasti to nahi kar rahe ho na uske saath..." she said, trying her best to convince me. "Theek hai ... tum ek kaam karo ... tum usse ek baar akele mil to lo ... phir tumhe jo theek lagta hai wahi karna..." she said in her most convincing tone. I could figure out why the slutty Mayuri ben had set me up at Radhika aunty's massage parlor, and why she was pimping her own daughter too. But I couldn't figure out her interest in getting a totally submissive and docile 27-year old housewife into the picture.
After all that she had already done for me, there was no need to do anything more to make me feel obligated. I shook my head and said to myself that there was no point in trying to read too much into this. After all, the offer she was making seemed fairly reasonable; there was no harm in my just meeting this woman. "Theek hai, aunty..." I said into the phone. "Very good, beta..." she said like a proud college teacher " ... main usko abhi bhejti hoon..." With that she hung up the phone.
I was still in only my boxers and a t-shirt, and with the intent of making myself a bit more presentable, I headed to the bathroom. After splashing some water on my face, I changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a polo-neck t-shirt, and settled down to wait for Alka bhabhi. After a few minutes the door bell rang. I jumped up to open the door. The pretty 27-year old Alka bhabhi stood at the door, clutching a small black purse in her hand. As I said earlier, she was quite fair, and had a small build. She must have been 5'4" at the most, and had a pretty round face with big black eyes. Her hair was tied into a tight bun like most Gujarati women, and she wore a peach-colored cotton saree with a matching blouse; the pallu of the sari on her right shoulder since she'd tied the saree in the Gujarati style.
Apart from a small red bindi that adorned her forehead and a small gold stud on her earlobes, she was pretty much devoid of any ornaments or make-up. There was of course the ubiquitous mangalsutra around her neck, and the mandatory half a dozen glass bangles on each of her wrists. Her flawless skin had a certain glow to it that only came with pregnancy. Even under the floral-print cotton saree, I could make out the prominent swell of her swollen breasts inside her blouse. A portion of her fleshy but not flabby, white-skinned belly could also be seen between the pallu and the waistline of her saree. Like most newly wed housewives, who'd just delivered a child, her slender waist flared into full wide hips.
"Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." she greeted me politely, folding her hands in greeting. "Namaste, bhabi..." I replied, smiling warmly. "Aaiye na, andar..." I said, standing behind and welcoming her inside. As she walked into the house, I closed the door behind her. "Aap baithiye na, bhabhi ... main aapke liye kuch thanda lekar aata hoon..." I said to her, pointing towards the couch. As she sat down tentatively on the edge of the couch, she said "Uh ... aap taqleef mat utthaiya Jignesh bhai..." "Taqleef kaisi, bhabhi ... aap pehli baar mere ghar par aayi hai..." I said, flashing my most charming smile. Unable to think of anything else to say, I went into the kitchen and busied myself with squeezing some fresh lime, and making some soda-based lemonade for her.
Pouring the lime extract and soda over a glass filled with ice, I came back into the living room. "Leejiye, bhabhi..." I said, extending the tray with the glass of lime-soda in it. She took the glass from the tray, avoiding eye contact. As she sipped on the freshly squeezed lime juice, I settled down on the single seat recliner opposite her. A few drops of sweat were lined along her forehead, and I also noticed how her blouse was soaked with sweat at her armpits. She gulped down the cold drink thirstily, and wiping her mouth with a small handkerchief that she was clutching in her hands, got up from the couch. Before I could say anything, she picked up the tray along with the glass, and headed towards the kitchen.
"Rehne deejiye na, bhabhi ... main rakh doonga..." I protested. She just smiled in response, and went ahead all the same. As I sat in my recliner, I heard her rinse the glass with water at the sink, and place in on the platform to dry. She came back into the living room, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree. She then proceeded to sit down on the couch again, once again almost at the edge in a tentative manner. There was a moment of awkward silence between us, both of us not knowing what to say. Finally, she cleared her throat, and said pleasantly "Aap ka ghar to bahut acchha sajaaya hai, Jignesh bhai..." her eyes glancing at the numerous paintings and other decorative items that were on display in the living room. "Um ... hhh..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders.
Once again, there was an awkward silence between us. "To aap kitne din aur akele rahenge, Jignesh bhai..." she asked hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Umm ... ek ya do mahine aur, bhabhi ... phir shaayad mummy waapas aa jaayegi..." I replied. "Oh..." she said. After a pause "To aap khaane ke liye kya karte ho, Jignesh bhai..." she asked, once again trying to make conversation. "Umm ... din me do baar to Kalpana aunty ke wahaan se tiffin aata hai ... aur phir kabhi kabhi main baahar bhi kha leta hoon..." I replied.
"Aur aapka college kab khul raha hai..." she asked. "Abhi ek mahina aur chutti hai ... abhi maine tay nahi kiya hai ki main kaunse college mein daakhla loonga..." I replied, glad that she was continuing with the small talk. All this while, she was avoiding looking at me, and only making eye contact with me whenever she spoke, or I replied. To prevent this from becoming a monologue, I said to her "Aapko yahaan par aaye huey zyaada waqt nahi hua hai na, bhabhi..." "Teen saal ho gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she replied immediately. "Oh..." I mumbled " ... mujhe laga ki..." leaving my sentence unfinished. "Haan, aapne to mujhe kabhi dekha nahi hoga..." she replied, smiling at me for the first time. "Par maine aapko kayin baar dekha hai ... aap har roz subah jogging ke liye jaate thhe na..." she continued, the smile still on her face.
"Haan..." I replied, smiling back at her, surprised that she had noticed me going for my jogs. In the early days when the fitness bug had bitten me, I used to go for a run every morning. "Main subah 6 baje jab terrace par suryapooja ke liye jaat thhi, to main aapko dekhti thhi..." she said, a hint of shyness in her voice. A lock of her dark hair had escaped from the knotted bun, and was dangling tantalizing across her pink right cheek. My eyes were riveted to her lush pink lips and the white skin of her slender neck. Realizing that I was staring at her, I pulled my eyes away. I thought I saw her blush, and her pink cheeks seemed to become a shade darker.
"Umm, bhabhi..." I began, desperate to keep some conversation going between us " ... aapke woh ... pati ... kya karte hain..." "Unka electrical ka business hai..." she replied, pronouncing the word business as 'bijhnez'. "Acchha..." I intoned " ... aur aapke ... do bacche hai na..." "Haan..." she replied immediately, her face brightening immediately. Most mothers loved talking about their kids and she was no exception. "Meri badi waali dikri abhi teen saal ki hogi ... aur chhoti waali baby abhi saat mahine ki hai..." she continued, her face smiling with pride. "Oh..." was all I was able to muster by way of a response.
Once again, there was this awkward silence between us. Clearing my throat, I said "Haan, maine us din Mayuri aunty ke ghar par aapki chhoti baby ko dekha thha ... bahut pyaari hai woh ... bilkul aapki tarah..." She glanced up quickly towards me when she heard this words, and for a moment, I was scared if I had said the right thing; since the only time I'd seen her baby was when I had accidentally stumbled upon her feeding the infant at Mayuri ben's place. But to my relief, her cheeks flushed with joy, and a warm smile creased her pretty face. She started to say something, and then stopped, as if changing he rmind. After a pause, she said in a sad tone "Par mere mister to bahut gusse ho gaye thhe ... jab meri doosri bhi ladki hui ... unko ladka chaahiye thha..."
I groaned inwardly, and shook my head in frustration. This obsession with the male child was so bloody typical of these illiterate folks, it never ceased to rankle me. "Par isme aapki kya galti hai, bhabhi..." I said with some consternation. There was a forlorn look on her face, as she stared at the foot of the teapoy, and said in a resigned tone "Main kya kar sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... aap hi bataaiye ... kya ladka ya ladki hona mere haath mein hai..." "Wahi to main keh rahaa hoon..." I retorted, the irritation evident in my voice.
She looked up at my face and with a wry smile said "Par sab aapke jaise padhe likhe nahi hote hai na, Jignesh bhai ... main kamse kam metric to paas ki hoon ... lekin mere mister ne to college bhi chhod diya thha..." There was a distant look in her eyes as she began "Main 24 saal ki thhi jab meri shaadi hui thhi ... woh to mere se pehle hi naakhush thhe ... unko to 18 saal ki ladki chaahiye thhi ... par mere maan baapu ne bahut dahej diya ... isliye unhone mujhse shaadi ki..." She was staring fixedly at the floor now, as she narrated her tale of woe. "Aur phir jab pehli baar ladki hui to ... to woh bolne lage ki yeh teri galti hai ... aur phir unka dhandha bhi theek se nahi chal raha hai ... aur woh ... woh uske liye bhi mujhe hi doshi thehraate hai ... bolte hain ki main hi manhoos hoon..." she continued, her voice beginning to break now.
Her eyes were wet with tears now, and I saw a drop roll down her pink flushed cheeks. Dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief, she continued "Mere baapu ne to sab kucch bech diya thha ... meri shaadi ke liye dahej dene ke liye ... aur ab jab inka business theek nahi chal raha hai to ... woh mujhse bolte hain ki main apne baapu se aur paise maang..." I just sat there opposite her, feeling sorry for her, and furious at her husband at the same time. Looking up at me, her eyes red with tears, she said "Main apne baapu se aur paise kaise maang sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... unko to abhi meri do aur behno ki shaadi karwaani hai..." her voice breaking again.
Wiping her tears with the handkerchief again, she continued "Aur ... aur jab doosri baar bhi ladki hui to ... to phir to unhone mujhe ghar se nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... woh bolte hain ki tere baap ke ghar to ladke nahi hain ... isliye tu bhi kabhi ladka paida nahi kar sakti hain..." almost sobbing now. "Main bahut gidgidaayi unke saamne ... maine unse bheekh maangi ... ki mujhe ghar se baahar na nikaale ... ki main unki har sevaa karoongi ... ki main unki daasi banke rahoongi ... tab jaake kahin wo maane..." she wailed, the tears flowing freely now.
"Aur ghar chalaane ke liye bhi paise nahin hai ... udhaar le lekar ab ye haalat ho gayi hai ki ap unko koi udhaar nahi deta..." she continued, sniffing. Wiping her nostrils with her handkerchief, she said "Ab chaar mahine se ghar ka kiraaya bhi nahi diya unhone ... pata nahin kahaan paisa jaata hain unka ... aur agar main unko unke kaam ke baare mein kucchh poocchti hoon to ... to woh mere par haath utthate hain ... mujhe maarne bhi lage hain ab woh..." She was shaking her head to and fro now, and watching her bare her soul like this, I felt a lump begin to form in my throat.
I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but some straw of decency inside me was making me hold myself back. "Jab makaan maalik ne ghar se baahar nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... to unhone mujhse kahaa ki main unse baat karoon ... mujhe bole ki tu jaa unke paas ... ro, bheek maang ... ki kucchh mahine ki moharat aur do ... yeh bolkar ki main aurat hoon na ... isliye woh mujh par daya kar denge..." she continued. I grimaced inwardly, as I felt a pang of guilt course through me. Wasn't this the same kind of exploitation I would be indulging in with her, if I were to go down the path Mayuri ben was laying out for me?
I hated to be in this spot at that moment, and was cursing Mayuri ben for ever having put me forward as some sort of a sexual predator in front of this absolutely innocent and helpless housewife. Interrupting my thoughts, she said "Jignesh bhai ... maine woh bhi kiya ... main gayi unke paas pichle mahine ... mere mister ne bola isliye main apni 7 mahine ke bacchi ko bhi lekar gayi ... aur makaan malik se daya ke bheek maangi ... par unhone to ... unhone to..." she broke down and began to sob uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I jumped up from my seat and went to her.
Sitting down next to her, I gently placed my arms around her back, and caressed her shoulder. "Bhabhi ... roiye mat, please ... please bhabhi ... aap roiye mat..." I said softly, guilt and empathy engulfing me at the same time. Lifting her teary flushed face from her hands, she looked at me, not able to control the sobs that racked her body. Even with her face red from the tears, and her pink lips quivering, she looked so incredibly desirable to me. "Get a hold on your self, you bastard..." I said to myself, clenching my teeth.
"Woh to mere baapu ke umar ke hain, Jignesh bhai..." she said, shaking her head as if still refusing to accept what had happened " ... par woh to..." her voice break again. I was beginning to get an idea about what would have happened. "Woh mujhe bole ki ... Alka, agar tujhe us ghar mein rehna hai to ... kiraaya to chukaana hi padega..." she continued, still crying. "Main unse boli ... saheb, hum log aapki pai pai chuka denge ... aap bas hume kucchh mahino ke mohorat de deejiye ... main aapse bheek maangti hoon ... hum saari zindagi aapko dua denge..." her voice quivering. "Par woh nahin maane ... aur bole ki tere paas agar dene ko paise nahin hai to ... to tu apna badan mujhe de..." she said. I wasn't too surprised to know about this, but still hearing it from her in her own words, sent a shiver of cold fury down my spine. I just clenched my jaw and nodded at her, my hands still resting chastely on her shoulder. "Oh Jignesh saheb ... woh to mujhe apni rakhail banana chaahte hain ... main bahut royi aur unke pair bhi pakde maine ... ki dayaa karo mujh par ... aur mere chhote do bacchon par ... par woh nahi maane..." she said, her voice husky with crying.
"Aakhir mein woh bole ... ki agar tu chudwaa nahi sakti ... to ... to ... kamse kam nangi ho jaa ... aur ... aur ... lund choos le mera..." she finished, a tone of helplessness and bitterness in her voice. With that she buried her face once more in her hands, and began to sob. My cock had given an involuntary lurch when I heard this 27-year old ripe young housewife narrated so blatantly what her landlord had told her, and in spite of the fact that my heart had gone out to her, my cock had become rock hard now.
I had hardly even touched her, as she was sitting chastely with her hands in her lap. Even though I was sitting next to her, my thighs were not touching hers. The only contact I had with her was my hand resting on her shoulders gently. Even then, I was aroused, and my cock was erect. Letting out a sigh of dismay at the state of my own rampant libido, I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab bas ... aur kucch mat bolo ... ab sab theek ho jaayega..." Even though I'd said that, I had no clue how I was going to make all her problems in Iife go away.
She sat there with her face buried in her hands, and continued to sob uncontrollably, her body heaving. The small patch of bare skin that my palms touched at her back above the cut of her blouse, felt hot to touch, and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her emotionally charged body. Pulling my hands away from her back, I tugged at her arms gently, saying "Bhabhi ... aap uthiye ... aur apna moonh dho leejiye..." After a few seconds; she lifted her face from her hands, and looked at me. Her lips were still quivering with the emotion, and her pretty fair round face was streaked with tears. "Aaiye bhabhi..." I said to her gently, taking her hand in mine and getting up from the couch.
She followed me meekly as I led her to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Leading her inside, I stepped out to wait. She came out a few moments later, having splashed water liberally on her face and blown her nose. Even in that state, with her pretty face flushed red from all the crying, and a few wet strands of hair dangling from her forehead, she looked incredibly erotic to me. With a smile on my face, I handed her a fresh white towel. She took the towel gratefully from my hands, and wiped her face dry.
To Be Continued..
Placing my hands on Rani's slender hips, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her incredibly juicy pussy. Like I had said earlier, Rani's had to be the best pussy I had fucked so far. They seemed to have a life of their own, and it felt just right on my cock; neither too tight, nor too loose. As I began to increase the tempo of thrusting my cock into her wet cunt from behind, Rani let out a soft moan, and clutched at Pushpa's thighs harder. Seeing this, Pushpa wet her lips involuntarily, and grabbing Rani's head, pushed it towards her tight young teenage cunt again.
As I began to thrust into Rani harder, her face was driven more and more into Pushpa's virgin-like cunt. Gazing at me with lust filled eyes, Pushpa breathed huskily "Chodo usko saheb ... zor se chodo Rani ko... "all the while bucking her hips and trying to push more of her cunt into Rani's face. Hearing this cocky teenage girl urging me to fuck her 21-year old friend turned me on immensely, and taking a firm hold of Rani's quivering hips, I began to ram my cock into her vigorously.
My knees were beginning to singe from the continued scbanging against the thick rug, and it was beginning to get distinctly uncomfortable for me. With a groan, I pulled my cock out of Rani's warm cunt and stood up. Pulling Rani up by her waist, I made her to stand on her feet and bend forward, her legs spread wide apart. She bent forward willingly, thrusting her firm round dark ass towards me, and supported herself my holding on to the side wall of the bathing tub.
Pushpa too stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the tub, and watched us intently. Positioning my cock at the opening of her juicy wet slit, I rammed it in once again. This time, Rani let out a louder moan, and buried her face in her shoulders. Her long braid of dark curly hair hung down her shoulder, and swung with each thrust of my rampant cock. Pushpa was still watching us with lust evident in her eyes, and then to my amazement raised her right left leg and placed it on the little flat surface at the foot of the tub.
Her mouth agape with arousal, she began to rub her hairless pussy with her fingers, and eventually slid her middle finger into her tight young pussy. Watching this slender 19-year old teenage servant girl fingering herself so shamelessly in front of me, even as I fucked her 21-year old friend from behind, turned me on immensely; and I began to fuck Rani harder.
Rani's ripe young body shuddered each time my hips smacked against her butt, even as Pushpa arched slender petite body, her mouth agape, sliding her middle finger in and out of her tight cunt wantonly. Rani was beginning to cry out in soft silent gasps now, and I could feel her tight juicy cunt contract & expand around my hard condom-clad cock. And then suddenly, without warning, she let out a prolonged moan, the cry muffled by her mouth buried in her shoulders, and her body began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Aaaiiiieeee..." She cried through clenched teeth, and threw her had back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her tight young cunt clutched violently at my cock, threatening to cause it to explode, and she collapsed on the edge of the tub, her face buried in her fore-arms. Her body continued to spasm and jerk, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Not able to withstand the contractions of her juicy young vagina any more, I pulled my cock out of her cunt quickly. Her knees buckled and she collapsed on her side limply, her torso against the side wall of the tub. Seeing her spent condition, I knelt down beside her, and holding her by her shoulder, pulled her towards me. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth agape as she took in deep lungfuls of breath. As her head fell limply towards my chest, I cradled it in my arms and held her against me. The perky Pushpa to came towards us, and smiling at me seductively, whispered "Saheb ... usko paani chhoot gaya..." I smiled to myself, and felt a feeling of warmth course through me as I looked at the young 21-year old newly married dark skinned Rani, lying so helplessly in my arms.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a strange expression of satisfaction and guilt. As she saw me supporting her by her back, her torso cradled against my chest, she whispered "Saheb ... main..." leaving the sentence unfinished, not knowing what to say. I just smiled at her warmly. Turning her gaze to my still erect cock, the condom stretched taut along the length of it, she reached out to touch it gently. "Saheb ... aapko to ... abhi bhi..." she said to me in a low whisper, an almost guilty look on her face conveying the guilt she was feeling at having come before I did.
Closing her fingers gently around the thick swollen girth of my cock, she looked at Pushpa and said softly "Pushpa ... tu..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I could make out that she was telling Pushpa to take care of my cock now; and that was exactly what I was saving my cock for. I wanted to satisfy my male ego by making these two young girls cum before I did. Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and looked at my face with a look that was asking "So how would you like to fuck me, sir?"
Without a word, I stood up and went and sat down on the western style wall-mounted closet. I then beckoned to Pushpa to come towards me. As the thin naked teenage Pushpa walked towards me swaying her slender hips seductively, I took hold of my cock and pumped it a few times. "Aaja ... baith ja, Pushpa..." I said to her hoarsely, indicating that I wanted her to sit on my cock. Her thin bony chest heaving, those small perky lemon-sized tits shivering ever so slightly, the slender 19-year old Pushpa placed her hands on my shoulder, and swung her legs across my thighs.
Looking down at her crotch, she straddled my thighs and gently lowered herself. I held my cock upright, and guided it towards the thin slit of her hairless pussy. As the thick swollent tip of my hard cock touched her pussy lips, she clamped her lips and looked at me with arousal. Screwing her eyes shut, she pushed herself down slowly, causing my cock to go up her tight cunt. I grimaced as I felt her tight almost virgin cunt clamp on my throbbing cock, pushing my foreskin inside the condom down. "Issssss..." she hissed through clenched teeth, as she felt my thick cock spread the insides of her tight cunt. With a final grunt, she thrust herself down, screwing her eyes shut again and letting out a soft cry of "Uuuunnnhhhh..." as she impaled herself fully on my cock.
She held herself in that position for a few moments, taking deep breaths and adjusting to the feeling of having my relatively thick 7" cock buried inside her young teenage cunt. Then taking hold of my shoulders again, and supporting herself on her feet which were resting on the floor on either side of my legs, she began to raise & lower herself on my cock. "Aiieee maaaa..." she moaned as she kept her eyes screwed shut, and began to slide her tight wet cunt up and down on my hard as a rod cock.
Rani, who had been watching all this intently, sitting on the floor, stood up and came towards us. With a look of concern at Pushpa, seeing her struggling to adjust to the thickness of my cock, she placed one arm around Pushpa's shoulder, and with the other began to caress her small petite teenage breasts. By now, I had taken hold of Pushpa by her slender bony waist, and was heping her rise and fall on my cock. Her long braid of hair was hanging in front of her over her left shoulder, and with each downward thrust, the tip of her braided hair tickled my muscular thighs.
Watching the sexy dark skinned Rani trying to comfort the thin slender Pushpa by caressing her perky lemon sized tits, I was seized with lust. Looking at Rani, I beckoned to her with a nod of my head. As she came closer towards my face, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her roughly towards me, her quivering ripe fully developed breasts only inches from my face. Opening my mouth, I clamped it around one of her delectable juicy mango-shaped breasts, relishing the feel of her thick elongated nipples in my mouth.
She too let out a soft sigh, and caressing my head, fed me her tits in an almost motherly manner. As the slender Pushpa rode my cock, her head thrown back and her mouth agape, her small perky breasts jiggling with each downward thrust, I sucked earnestly on the luscious Rani's ripe breasts. This is heaven, I thought to myself. My balls were beginning to ache as Pushpa increased the tempo of lifting & lowering herself on my steely cock, and I was aching to cum.
Pushpa grabbed my head suddenly, and pulling my face away from where they were cradled against Rani's breasts, pushed it towards her perky little tits. I figured that she wanted me to pleasure her breasts too, even as she continued to ride my cock. With a groan, I clamped my mouth around Pushpa's firm perky young breast, and began to suck on her thin still developing little nipples. She let out a husky cry, and grabbed at my hair, pushing my face deeper into the mounds on her chest. As I let my teeth scbang against her tiny nipples, I felt her entire body shiver and shudder, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.
With a screeching cry of "Saheeeeeebbb..." she began to thrust herself down on my cock harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust. Soon I began to feel her tight cunt contract & spasm around my ravaging member, as a full fledged orgasm hit her. "Aiiiieeee..." she almost screamed, as she came again and again, that single long braid of her hair swinging widly as she threw her head from side to side.
That was all I needed, and with a loud deep grunt, my cock erupted. My thick boiling sperm shot out of my cock, and quickly filled the tip of the condom. I grabbed Pushpa by her slender waist, and thrust my hips upwards, holding her firmly in position, even as she squired and and struggled in my arms, her orgasm taking control of her body. I felt burst after burst of my hot jism shoot out of my cock and splash against the walls of the small sac at the tip of the cock.
Spent, Pushpa fell against me limply; her head resting on my shoulder and her tiny heaving breasts mashed against my chest. I caressed her bondy back gently, and held her like that for a few moments till she regained her breath. Rani was also continuously caressing my back, and cradling my head in turn, against her firm ripe breasts. Placing my hand on one of her round firm dark butt cheeks, I squeezed them and smiled at her. She responded my giving me a warm loving smile of her own.
Pushpa then slowly extracted herself from my lap, and standing limply in front of me said through heavy breaths "Saheb ... bahut ... bahut acchha laga..." I laughed, and patted her on her small derriere, squeezing them playfully. With that, I headed to the tub again, and showered myself to wash off the sweat that I had managed to work up. Finishing, I said to them "Ab tum dono bhi acchhe se naha lo..." instructing them to use the toiletries they needed.
"Aur nahaane ke baad, tum dono yeh body lotion zaroor laga lena..." I instructed them, handing the two girls a jar of moisturizing lotion that I had given to Rani earlier. With that, I walked out of the bathroom, toweling myself dry. Once the girls finished their bath, and came out, I gave both of them 500/- rupees each, saying "Yeh aaj ke liye..." Both of them took the money gratefully from my hand and tucked it into their blouse. After saying goodbyes to me, they left.
Two back-to-back fucks in the morning itself had left me exhausted. I contemplated going for a jog but I was just too tired for it. Not having anything else to do, I switched on the TV and slumped on the couch to watch the live telecast of a boring test match between Sri Lanka and West Indies. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep on the couch. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. It took me a few minutes to realize what the source of the sound was.
I had been dreaming of some building on fire, and me running helter skelter, the clanging of the fire engines ringing in my ears. Groggily I picked up the phone. "Arre Jignesh beta ... kahaan ho tum ... main kab se tumhaare ghar par phone kar rahi hoon..." said a sweet sing song voice on the other end of the line. "Uhh ... kaun..." I managed to mutter, not able to place the voice at all. "Oh beta ... so rahe thhe kyaa ... main Radhika aunty bol rahi hoon..." spoke the voice from the other end. "Oh aunty ... haan ... sorry ... main..." I mumbled incoherently.
"Acchha ... sorry beta ... maine socha ki shaayad tum bhool gaye ki aaj tum yahaan aane waale thhe ... isliye main phone kar rahi thhi ... in fact, agar tum phone nahi uthaate to main kisi ko bhejne waali thhi tumhar ghar par ... yeh dekhne ke liye ki tum ghar par ho ya nahi..." she explained. "Umm aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... bas thhodi der ke liye aankh lag gayi thhi ... main aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." I said. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 3:30 pm in the afternoon. I had slept for nearly 3 hours, and was still feeling sleepy.
Concerned, Radhika aunty asked "Kya huaa beta ... tumhaari tabiyat to thheek hai na..." "Haan aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... kal raat ko soya nahi thha ... bas isliye bahut neend aa rahi hai..." I replied, my eyes still threatening to close at any moment. Pausing for a moment, I said "Aunty, agar aapko aitraaz na ho to ... to main kal aaoon aapke yahaan ... aaj main bahut thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing this, she paused for a minute, before saying in a disappointed tone "Theek hai beta ... phir to main zor nahin karoongi ... tum so jaao ... main kal tumhaara intazaar karoongi..." Mumbling a thank you to her, I hung up the phone.
Collapsing back on the couch, I was asleep again in no time. Once again I was rudely awakened by a shrill ringing sound. Cursing, I picked up the phone again, only to realize that it was not the phone, but the bell of our house that was ringing. I was wearing only my boxers and a crew neck vest, and muttering under my breath, I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was the 36-year old Punjabi housewife, Radhika aunty. I scratched my head and cursed under my breath wondering why she was here, when I had spoken to her only a few minutes back.
Any other day, I would have been thrilled to see her at my door, but today exhausted and sleepy as I was, I was in no mood to meet her. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door. "Sorry beta ... maine tumhe disturb to nahin kiya na..." she began, with a concerned look on her plump made-up face. "Nahin aunty ... aaiye na andar..." I said to her with forced politeness, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in. I didn't want any of the neighbours to spot her at my door.
As I closed the door, she turned aside and said to me in an apologetic voice "Beta ... mujhe badi chinta ho gayi thhi tumhaare baare main ... isliye main daudi chali aayi ... phone par tumhaari aawaaz sunkar mujhe laga ki shaayad tumhaar tabiyat theek nahi hai..." "Arre aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... maine aapse kaha na ... main bas so raha thha ... aur bahut thak gaya hoon..." I said to her, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Par beta..." she protested, and then as if changing her mind, just said "Oh..." She seemed a little offended at my tone, and to placate her, I smiled at her warmly, and taking her hand in mine, led her to the couch. "Oh aunty ... aap zara baithiye to sahi ... main aapke liye sharbat lekar aata hoon..." I said to her sweetly. Some of the hurt on her face vanished upon hearing these words, and she smiled at me, albeit hesitatingly.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but think how truly desirable this woman was. I always had a thing for married full-bodied Punjabi women, and Radhika aunty was no exception. Though she was not as fair as some Punjabi women, she was gifted with that typical north Indian heavy body. With adequate 36-C breasts, as I estimated, a plump round face with red lipstick adorning her thick luscious lips, she looked good enough to eat. Today too, she was dressed in a red & black chiffon saree, with a matching red sleeveless blouse.
Her plump arms looked really sexy in the sleeveless blouse, accentuated by that array of red & white glass bangles she wore on both hands; the type usually worn by newly married Punjabi girls. Her long black hair was tied in a single long braid that reached up to her full wide hips. Mascara lined her eyes, and her face was made up using the ubiquitous Compact; her prominent cheekbones highlighted with rouge. At first sight, one would think that she was ready to go for a party; but having seen her for many years now, I knew that this was how she always dressed.
As I returned to the living room carrying a chilled glass of Rooh Afza, she smiled at me brightly and said in her sing song voice "Oh beta ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Mopping her brow, where a few drops of sweat had formed, she took the glass from the tray. As she sipped on the cool drink, I sat down by her side on the couch. Finishing the drink, she placed the glass on the teapoy, and turning to me said "Beta ... main tumhe sach bataaoon ... mujhe phone par tumhaari baaton se aisa laga ki shaayad tum aunty se kissi baat par naraaz ho ... shaayad tumhe kal aunty ke parlour par mazaa nahi aaya ... isliye main tumse milne ke liye chali aayi..." in a tone that was guilty as well as apologetic. Clutching my forehead, I exclaimed "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." and placed my palm on her thigh.
Before I could say anything else, she placed her hand on mine and continued "Beta ... sach bol rahi hoon ... pata nahi mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai ki ... shaayad Seema ne kal tumhaara mood kharaab kar diya ... is liye shaayad tum aunty ke paas aana nahi chaahte ho..." I shook my head in exasperation, and said "Aunty ... main aapko kaise samjhaaoon ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... mujhe bahut mazaa aaya kal ... aur phir main to intazaar kar raha hoon ki kab aapke wahaan dubaara aaoon ... bas aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." She nodded her head in understanding. "Kal raat bhar main TV dekh raha thha ... aur phir subah jab maine apna exercise bhi kar liya ... to phir main bahut thhak gaya..." I said by way of explanation, wondering if she had any idea what was the kind of 'exercise' I was referring to.
She nodded her head in understanding, and giving me one of her incredibly seductive smiles, said "Beta ... kal tum zaroor aana ... aunty tumhe kal apne haathho se massage karengi..." I smiled at her in return, a pretentious shy look on my face. Raising both her arms, she said to me "Chalo phir issi baat par aunty se ek baar gale to lago beta..." the same seductive smile on her lips. I blushed, and reached out to embrace her. Since I was sitting next to her on the couch, it was a bit awkward to hug her. But all the same, as I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her firm mature breasts under the elaborate saree press against my chest.
She held on to me for a minute, and then running her hands along my muscular biceps, said in my ear "Itni exercise karke body to banaa rahe ho beta ... par thhoda sa dum aunty ke liye bhi bacha ke rakhna..." I laughed heartily upon hearing that, and squeezing her bare fleshy arm in return, said to her "Isi liye to aaj aane se mana kar raha thha ... mere battery jab full charge par ho ... tab aana chaahta hoon main..." She too laughed upon hearing this, and hugged me tighter, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and inhaled the musky aroma of some expensive perfume that she was wearing.
Disengaging herself from my arms, she stood up, and adjusting her saree said to me "Beta ... ab main chalti hoon ... parlour main un ladkiyon ke bharose zyaada der nahi chhod sakti..." As I also stood up, she came closer to me, and placing her palm on my well muscled chest, said to me huskily "Beta ... kal zaroor aana ... aunty intazaar karengi tumhaara..." letting her fingers trace a line down my chest. On an impulse, I placed both my hands on her heavy firm butt, and pulling her towards me so that my crotch was pressed to her belly
"Zaroor aunty ... mujhe bhi kal ka hi intazaar hai..." My limp cock, though not erect, had filled up somewhat, and as she felt the lump in my boxers against her, she looked into my eyes, and whispered "Waise to mujhe tum aaj bhi taiyyar hi lag rahe ho..." intentionally grinding her pelvis to mine. Then, pulling herself slightly away, she placed her palm on the small bulge in my boxers, and caressed my stiffening cock through the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Beta..." she whispered huskily, her fingers lingering over my stiffening cock " ... agar tum chaaho to main ... aaj ... abhi ... issi waqt ... yahaan par ... tumhaari thhakaan door kar sakti hoon?" Tempted as I was, my cock was still so sore from the vigorous romps in the morning, that it would have been pure torture for me. In fact, even this little stiffening that my cock was experiencing now was causing me some discomfort.
Pressing myself to her in an exaggerated manner, and gently pulling her hands away, I said to her with false arousal "Oh aunty ... aaj nahi please ... intazaar ka phal hamesha meetha hota hai na..." looking on purpose at the deep cleavage formed by her firm mature breasts held tight inside that red sleeveless blouse. This seemed to appease her, and with a smile she patted me on the cheek and said "Jaisi tumhaari marzi beta... " With that, she turned around and walked out the door, waving bye to me, her heels making a click clack noise on the marble-tiled floor.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, I closed the door. My stomach was rumbling with hunger now, and I realized that I'd told Kalpana aunty not to bring lunch today. Dialing the number of the local pizza joint, I ordered a pizza for lunch. As I settled down to wait for the pizza, I switched on the TV and started surfing through the channels. They were showing a re-run of the old Aamir Khan movie 'Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar' on the local cable channel, also featuring the pretty Ayesha Jhulka and the sultry Pooja Bedi.
A song sequence was playing featuring these two Bollywood actors dancing around in college classroom set. As I watched enact their college girl roles wearing the ubiquitous perfect college uniform, my thoughts drifted off to my experiences while I was in college. After a long hiatus, I was getting all the sex I wanted, but for some reason it did not hold the same excitement that my days as a naïve college boy did. At 20, I was already feeling old!
As I lay in my couch at home, I couldn't help but think that that encounter with my sexy Hindi college teacher Sarita ma'am had to set in motion a chain of events that expanded my sexual horizon way beyond my wildest imagination; a chain of women and girls, some predictable, some totally out of the blue. My reverie was broken with the shrill sound of the bell ringing. Opening the door, I found the pizza delivery boy with my lunch. As I was paying the delivery boy, I wondered why pizza delivery boys were always boys, and never girls.
Well if they were girls, I'd have ended up fucking them too, I thought to myself with a grin. Finishing my pizza and washing it down with a Coke, I stretched out on the couch once again. My thoughts wandered to that sexy sales girl, Sapna, who'd given me her number and offered to come out with me whenever I felt like it. I had half a mind to call her, but decided against it, since I was feeling too lazy to go out in the sweltering heat. Just as I was beginning to doze off again, the phone rang.
It was Mayuri ben. "Kya kar rahe thhe, beta..." she asked. "Kuchh nahi, aunty ... bas aise hi leta hua thha..." I replied, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Acchha..." she replied, pausing as if thinking of what to say. I too couldn't fathom why she had called me. "To tum abhi ghar par hi ho, beta ... ki kahin baahar ja rahe ho..." she asked. "Ghar par hi hoon, aunty ... kyun?" I asked. "Nahin ... woh Alka yahaan par aayi hai ... to maine socha..." she began, pausing once again. Hearing no response from me, she continued " ... to maine socha ki main usko tumhaare paas bhej deti hoon..."
Not expecting this at all, I fumbled and said "Uh ... lekin aunty..." Sensing my discomfort, Mayuri ben said "Arre beta ... phir wahi baat ... humne iske baare mein baat ki thhi na ... phir kyun tum itna soch rahe ho..." Somehow, I was just not comfortable with this set up. In my lust crazed state of mind, I had expressed this fetish of indulging in some kinky play with a lactating woman; but I had never expected it to become real. Moreover, I had no intention of exploiting a poor housewife just to indulge in my wild fantasies.
My mind in turmoil, I mumbled "Par aunty ... mujhe yeh ab bhi theek nahi lag raha hai..." "Oh beta ... tum kyun aisa soch rahe ho ... tum koi zabardasti to nahi kar rahe ho na uske saath..." she said, trying her best to convince me. "Theek hai ... tum ek kaam karo ... tum usse ek baar akele mil to lo ... phir tumhe jo theek lagta hai wahi karna..." she said in her most convincing tone. I could figure out why the slutty Mayuri ben had set me up at Radhika aunty's massage parlor, and why she was pimping her own daughter too. But I couldn't figure out her interest in getting a totally submissive and docile 27-year old housewife into the picture.
After all that she had already done for me, there was no need to do anything more to make me feel obligated. I shook my head and said to myself that there was no point in trying to read too much into this. After all, the offer she was making seemed fairly reasonable; there was no harm in my just meeting this woman. "Theek hai, aunty..." I said into the phone. "Very good, beta..." she said like a proud college teacher " ... main usko abhi bhejti hoon..." With that she hung up the phone.
I was still in only my boxers and a t-shirt, and with the intent of making myself a bit more presentable, I headed to the bathroom. After splashing some water on my face, I changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a polo-neck t-shirt, and settled down to wait for Alka bhabhi. After a few minutes the door bell rang. I jumped up to open the door. The pretty 27-year old Alka bhabhi stood at the door, clutching a small black purse in her hand. As I said earlier, she was quite fair, and had a small build. She must have been 5'4" at the most, and had a pretty round face with big black eyes. Her hair was tied into a tight bun like most Gujarati women, and she wore a peach-colored cotton saree with a matching blouse; the pallu of the sari on her right shoulder since she'd tied the saree in the Gujarati style.
Apart from a small red bindi that adorned her forehead and a small gold stud on her earlobes, she was pretty much devoid of any ornaments or make-up. There was of course the ubiquitous mangalsutra around her neck, and the mandatory half a dozen glass bangles on each of her wrists. Her flawless skin had a certain glow to it that only came with pregnancy. Even under the floral-print cotton saree, I could make out the prominent swell of her swollen breasts inside her blouse. A portion of her fleshy but not flabby, white-skinned belly could also be seen between the pallu and the waistline of her saree. Like most newly wed housewives, who'd just delivered a child, her slender waist flared into full wide hips.
"Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." she greeted me politely, folding her hands in greeting. "Namaste, bhabi..." I replied, smiling warmly. "Aaiye na, andar..." I said, standing behind and welcoming her inside. As she walked into the house, I closed the door behind her. "Aap baithiye na, bhabhi ... main aapke liye kuch thanda lekar aata hoon..." I said to her, pointing towards the couch. As she sat down tentatively on the edge of the couch, she said "Uh ... aap taqleef mat utthaiya Jignesh bhai..." "Taqleef kaisi, bhabhi ... aap pehli baar mere ghar par aayi hai..." I said, flashing my most charming smile. Unable to think of anything else to say, I went into the kitchen and busied myself with squeezing some fresh lime, and making some soda-based lemonade for her.
Pouring the lime extract and soda over a glass filled with ice, I came back into the living room. "Leejiye, bhabhi..." I said, extending the tray with the glass of lime-soda in it. She took the glass from the tray, avoiding eye contact. As she sipped on the freshly squeezed lime juice, I settled down on the single seat recliner opposite her. A few drops of sweat were lined along her forehead, and I also noticed how her blouse was soaked with sweat at her armpits. She gulped down the cold drink thirstily, and wiping her mouth with a small handkerchief that she was clutching in her hands, got up from the couch. Before I could say anything, she picked up the tray along with the glass, and headed towards the kitchen.
"Rehne deejiye na, bhabhi ... main rakh doonga..." I protested. She just smiled in response, and went ahead all the same. As I sat in my recliner, I heard her rinse the glass with water at the sink, and place in on the platform to dry. She came back into the living room, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree. She then proceeded to sit down on the couch again, once again almost at the edge in a tentative manner. There was a moment of awkward silence between us, both of us not knowing what to say. Finally, she cleared her throat, and said pleasantly "Aap ka ghar to bahut acchha sajaaya hai, Jignesh bhai..." her eyes glancing at the numerous paintings and other decorative items that were on display in the living room. "Um ... hhh..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders.
Once again, there was an awkward silence between us. "To aap kitne din aur akele rahenge, Jignesh bhai..." she asked hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Umm ... ek ya do mahine aur, bhabhi ... phir shaayad mummy waapas aa jaayegi..." I replied. "Oh..." she said. After a pause "To aap khaane ke liye kya karte ho, Jignesh bhai..." she asked, once again trying to make conversation. "Umm ... din me do baar to Kalpana aunty ke wahaan se tiffin aata hai ... aur phir kabhi kabhi main baahar bhi kha leta hoon..." I replied.
"Aur aapka college kab khul raha hai..." she asked. "Abhi ek mahina aur chutti hai ... abhi maine tay nahi kiya hai ki main kaunse college mein daakhla loonga..." I replied, glad that she was continuing with the small talk. All this while, she was avoiding looking at me, and only making eye contact with me whenever she spoke, or I replied. To prevent this from becoming a monologue, I said to her "Aapko yahaan par aaye huey zyaada waqt nahi hua hai na, bhabhi..." "Teen saal ho gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she replied immediately. "Oh..." I mumbled " ... mujhe laga ki..." leaving my sentence unfinished. "Haan, aapne to mujhe kabhi dekha nahi hoga..." she replied, smiling at me for the first time. "Par maine aapko kayin baar dekha hai ... aap har roz subah jogging ke liye jaate thhe na..." she continued, the smile still on her face.
"Haan..." I replied, smiling back at her, surprised that she had noticed me going for my jogs. In the early days when the fitness bug had bitten me, I used to go for a run every morning. "Main subah 6 baje jab terrace par suryapooja ke liye jaat thhi, to main aapko dekhti thhi..." she said, a hint of shyness in her voice. A lock of her dark hair had escaped from the knotted bun, and was dangling tantalizing across her pink right cheek. My eyes were riveted to her lush pink lips and the white skin of her slender neck. Realizing that I was staring at her, I pulled my eyes away. I thought I saw her blush, and her pink cheeks seemed to become a shade darker.
"Umm, bhabhi..." I began, desperate to keep some conversation going between us " ... aapke woh ... pati ... kya karte hain..." "Unka electrical ka business hai..." she replied, pronouncing the word business as 'bijhnez'. "Acchha..." I intoned " ... aur aapke ... do bacche hai na..." "Haan..." she replied immediately, her face brightening immediately. Most mothers loved talking about their kids and she was no exception. "Meri badi waali dikri abhi teen saal ki hogi ... aur chhoti waali baby abhi saat mahine ki hai..." she continued, her face smiling with pride. "Oh..." was all I was able to muster by way of a response.
Once again, there was this awkward silence between us. Clearing my throat, I said "Haan, maine us din Mayuri aunty ke ghar par aapki chhoti baby ko dekha thha ... bahut pyaari hai woh ... bilkul aapki tarah..." She glanced up quickly towards me when she heard this words, and for a moment, I was scared if I had said the right thing; since the only time I'd seen her baby was when I had accidentally stumbled upon her feeding the infant at Mayuri ben's place. But to my relief, her cheeks flushed with joy, and a warm smile creased her pretty face. She started to say something, and then stopped, as if changing he rmind. After a pause, she said in a sad tone "Par mere mister to bahut gusse ho gaye thhe ... jab meri doosri bhi ladki hui ... unko ladka chaahiye thha..."
I groaned inwardly, and shook my head in frustration. This obsession with the male child was so bloody typical of these illiterate folks, it never ceased to rankle me. "Par isme aapki kya galti hai, bhabhi..." I said with some consternation. There was a forlorn look on her face, as she stared at the foot of the teapoy, and said in a resigned tone "Main kya kar sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... aap hi bataaiye ... kya ladka ya ladki hona mere haath mein hai..." "Wahi to main keh rahaa hoon..." I retorted, the irritation evident in my voice.
She looked up at my face and with a wry smile said "Par sab aapke jaise padhe likhe nahi hote hai na, Jignesh bhai ... main kamse kam metric to paas ki hoon ... lekin mere mister ne to college bhi chhod diya thha..." There was a distant look in her eyes as she began "Main 24 saal ki thhi jab meri shaadi hui thhi ... woh to mere se pehle hi naakhush thhe ... unko to 18 saal ki ladki chaahiye thhi ... par mere maan baapu ne bahut dahej diya ... isliye unhone mujhse shaadi ki..." She was staring fixedly at the floor now, as she narrated her tale of woe. "Aur phir jab pehli baar ladki hui to ... to woh bolne lage ki yeh teri galti hai ... aur phir unka dhandha bhi theek se nahi chal raha hai ... aur woh ... woh uske liye bhi mujhe hi doshi thehraate hai ... bolte hain ki main hi manhoos hoon..." she continued, her voice beginning to break now.
Her eyes were wet with tears now, and I saw a drop roll down her pink flushed cheeks. Dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief, she continued "Mere baapu ne to sab kucch bech diya thha ... meri shaadi ke liye dahej dene ke liye ... aur ab jab inka business theek nahi chal raha hai to ... woh mujhse bolte hain ki main apne baapu se aur paise maang..." I just sat there opposite her, feeling sorry for her, and furious at her husband at the same time. Looking up at me, her eyes red with tears, she said "Main apne baapu se aur paise kaise maang sakti hoon, Jignesh bhai ... unko to abhi meri do aur behno ki shaadi karwaani hai..." her voice breaking again.
Wiping her tears with the handkerchief again, she continued "Aur ... aur jab doosri baar bhi ladki hui to ... to phir to unhone mujhe ghar se nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... woh bolte hain ki tere baap ke ghar to ladke nahi hain ... isliye tu bhi kabhi ladka paida nahi kar sakti hain..." almost sobbing now. "Main bahut gidgidaayi unke saamne ... maine unse bheekh maangi ... ki mujhe ghar se baahar na nikaale ... ki main unki har sevaa karoongi ... ki main unki daasi banke rahoongi ... tab jaake kahin wo maane..." she wailed, the tears flowing freely now.
"Aur ghar chalaane ke liye bhi paise nahin hai ... udhaar le lekar ab ye haalat ho gayi hai ki ap unko koi udhaar nahi deta..." she continued, sniffing. Wiping her nostrils with her handkerchief, she said "Ab chaar mahine se ghar ka kiraaya bhi nahi diya unhone ... pata nahin kahaan paisa jaata hain unka ... aur agar main unko unke kaam ke baare mein kucchh poocchti hoon to ... to woh mere par haath utthate hain ... mujhe maarne bhi lage hain ab woh..." She was shaking her head to and fro now, and watching her bare her soul like this, I felt a lump begin to form in my throat.
I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but some straw of decency inside me was making me hold myself back. "Jab makaan maalik ne ghar se baahar nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... to unhone mujhse kahaa ki main unse baat karoon ... mujhe bole ki tu jaa unke paas ... ro, bheek maang ... ki kucchh mahine ki moharat aur do ... yeh bolkar ki main aurat hoon na ... isliye woh mujh par daya kar denge..." she continued. I grimaced inwardly, as I felt a pang of guilt course through me. Wasn't this the same kind of exploitation I would be indulging in with her, if I were to go down the path Mayuri ben was laying out for me?
I hated to be in this spot at that moment, and was cursing Mayuri ben for ever having put me forward as some sort of a sexual predator in front of this absolutely innocent and helpless housewife. Interrupting my thoughts, she said "Jignesh bhai ... maine woh bhi kiya ... main gayi unke paas pichle mahine ... mere mister ne bola isliye main apni 7 mahine ke bacchi ko bhi lekar gayi ... aur makaan malik se daya ke bheek maangi ... par unhone to ... unhone to..." she broke down and began to sob uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I jumped up from my seat and went to her.
Sitting down next to her, I gently placed my arms around her back, and caressed her shoulder. "Bhabhi ... roiye mat, please ... please bhabhi ... aap roiye mat..." I said softly, guilt and empathy engulfing me at the same time. Lifting her teary flushed face from her hands, she looked at me, not able to control the sobs that racked her body. Even with her face red from the tears, and her pink lips quivering, she looked so incredibly desirable to me. "Get a hold on your self, you bastard..." I said to myself, clenching my teeth.
"Woh to mere baapu ke umar ke hain, Jignesh bhai..." she said, shaking her head as if still refusing to accept what had happened " ... par woh to..." her voice break again. I was beginning to get an idea about what would have happened. "Woh mujhe bole ki ... Alka, agar tujhe us ghar mein rehna hai to ... kiraaya to chukaana hi padega..." she continued, still crying. "Main unse boli ... saheb, hum log aapki pai pai chuka denge ... aap bas hume kucchh mahino ke mohorat de deejiye ... main aapse bheek maangti hoon ... hum saari zindagi aapko dua denge..." her voice quivering. "Par woh nahin maane ... aur bole ki tere paas agar dene ko paise nahin hai to ... to tu apna badan mujhe de..." she said. I wasn't too surprised to know about this, but still hearing it from her in her own words, sent a shiver of cold fury down my spine. I just clenched my jaw and nodded at her, my hands still resting chastely on her shoulder. "Oh Jignesh saheb ... woh to mujhe apni rakhail banana chaahte hain ... main bahut royi aur unke pair bhi pakde maine ... ki dayaa karo mujh par ... aur mere chhote do bacchon par ... par woh nahi maane..." she said, her voice husky with crying.
"Aakhir mein woh bole ... ki agar tu chudwaa nahi sakti ... to ... to ... kamse kam nangi ho jaa ... aur ... aur ... lund choos le mera..." she finished, a tone of helplessness and bitterness in her voice. With that she buried her face once more in her hands, and began to sob. My cock had given an involuntary lurch when I heard this 27-year old ripe young housewife narrated so blatantly what her landlord had told her, and in spite of the fact that my heart had gone out to her, my cock had become rock hard now.
I had hardly even touched her, as she was sitting chastely with her hands in her lap. Even though I was sitting next to her, my thighs were not touching hers. The only contact I had with her was my hand resting on her shoulders gently. Even then, I was aroused, and my cock was erect. Letting out a sigh of dismay at the state of my own rampant libido, I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab bas ... aur kucch mat bolo ... ab sab theek ho jaayega..." Even though I'd said that, I had no clue how I was going to make all her problems in Iife go away.
She sat there with her face buried in her hands, and continued to sob uncontrollably, her body heaving. The small patch of bare skin that my palms touched at her back above the cut of her blouse, felt hot to touch, and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her emotionally charged body. Pulling my hands away from her back, I tugged at her arms gently, saying "Bhabhi ... aap uthiye ... aur apna moonh dho leejiye..." After a few seconds; she lifted her face from her hands, and looked at me. Her lips were still quivering with the emotion, and her pretty fair round face was streaked with tears. "Aaiye bhabhi..." I said to her gently, taking her hand in mine and getting up from the couch.
She followed me meekly as I led her to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Leading her inside, I stepped out to wait. She came out a few moments later, having splashed water liberally on her face and blown her nose. Even in that state, with her pretty face flushed red from all the crying, and a few wet strands of hair dangling from her forehead, she looked incredibly erotic to me. With a smile on my face, I handed her a fresh white towel. She took the towel gratefully from my hands, and wiped her face dry.
To Be Continued..
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