13-12-2018, 12:06 PM
Part - 26
Leaving her to get herself together, I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for her. When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting perched on the edge of my bed. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up with an embarrassed expression on her face. But seeing the glass of water in my hands, she managed a weak smile, and stood up. Taking the glass from my hands, she said softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai..." letting her fingers linger for a few more moments than necessary on mine. After she finished the glass of water, I took hold of her hand again and led her into the living room.
I relished the feel of her soft fingers in my hands as I helped her sit down on the couch again. "Jignesh bhai..." she began, even as she sat down " ... mujhe maaf kar dena ... pata nahin kyun ... maine ye sab aapse kahaa ... aap mujhe galat mat samajha na ... main..." "Bas bhabhi ... aap kucch mat boliye..." I said, interrupting her. Kneeling down on the floor in front of where she sat on the couch, I took the liberty of placing both my hands on her thighs. Looking into her face, I said "Aap se kya kahoon main nahi jaanta ... par kya hona chaahiya ... ye main jaanta hoon..." I said to her with some intensity. Unable to comprehend the meaning of my words, she just looked at me.
Taking both her hands in mine, I kissed them, and before she could react, got up quickly. I went into my bedroom, and opening the locker in my cupboard, extracted 10 notes of 500 rupees from the wad of cash that I kept in my locker for emergency use. Returning to the living room where she was still sitting on the couch, I knelt down before her again. As she looked at me questioningly, I pressed the money into her palms and closed them forefully. Before she could say a word, I said "Bhabhi ... ye kucch paise hain ... aap isse kam se kam ek mahine ka kiraaya to de sakengi..." hoping that the 5,000 rupees I was giving her now, coupled with the 1,500 rupees I'd given her earlier at Mayuri ben's place would be sufficient to cover atleast a month's rent.
There was a stunned expression on her face, as she looked at the wad of folded notes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. But her words failed her, and all she succeeded in doing was blinking her eyes rapidly, causing a fresh dollop of tear to roll down her pink cheek. Reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek, I said to her gently "Kucch der pehle aapne kaha thha na ... ki main aap ko galat na samjhoon ... ab main aapse vinanti kar raha hoon ... ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe ... ye ... ise aap ... ek dost ki taraf se madad samajh kar rakh leejiye..." Clearing my throat, I continued "Aur ... ab se ... jab tak ki aapke pati ke business ki haalat theek nahi hoti ... tab tak ... aapko har mahine ghar ke kiraaye ki chinta karne ke koi zaroorat nahin hai..."
I was not sure if I was doing the right thing in making such a big commitment, especially when all I was dolling out so liberally was my dad's new found wealth. I'd done nothing worthwhile with my life so far, and was just living off my father's money. But at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to do, and I decided to go ahead and trust my instinct. She gulped a few times rapidly, and finally managed to open her mouth to say something. But I interrupted her again, and said "Bhabhi ... please ... aapk kucch mat boliye ... aap ise ehsaan ya dayaa ki bheekh mat samajhiye ... abhi to saari zindagi aapke aage padi hai ... jab bhi ho sake aapse ... tab aap ye lauta dena..." once again squeezing her hands reassuringly.
I'd helped out quite a few women with money so far, but I'd never seen such an expression of pain and gratitude in any person's eyes. Pain at having to be reduced to this state where she couldn't refuse the money; and gratitude at a benefactor like me coming into her life from nowhere. I was half expecting her to throw her arms around me and say profound words of gratitude, but she did nothing of that sort. She just sat there, stunned with what was happening, and stared fixedly at my eyes. Embarrassed, I let go of her hands and stood up.
She just sat there unmoving, looking down at the floor. The pallu of her saree had got displaced from her shoulder slightly, and as she sat there staring at the floor, I could see the deep cleavage formed by her swollen breasts inside the blouse. My cock had lost some of its hardness, but was still stiff inside my underwear. I didn't want to spoil the purity of the moment with anything sexual, so I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab aap ghar jaaiye..." She just sat there unmoving, still looking at the floor as if in some trance. Thinking of something, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapki beti ... usko aap kahaan par chhod ke aaye ho..."
Hearing this she seemed to come out of her reverie, and looking up at me with those big tear filled eyes, said softly "Mayuri ben ke paas..." Once again, her eyes simply bored into mine, as if searching for some meaning. Not able to handle her silence any more, I said "Phir to aapko jaana chaahiye ab, bhabhi ... kahin woh aapke liye rone lagi to..." my face conveying the concern for her newborn baby. "Theek hai..." she mumbled, nodding her head dumbly. Her zombie like mannerisms were beginning to scare me now and I didn't know how to deal with her anymore. "Theek hai..." she repeated, getting up from the couch.
She stood for a moment in front of me, as if about to say something. But then she just looked down at her hands which were still holding the money that I'd just given her, and shook her head. She walked towards the door and began to fumble with the latch. I helped open the door, and watched her as she slipped her white naturally shapely feet into a pair of old worn sandles. On an instinct, I looked into the room to see if she'd left anything behind, and spotted the small black purse that she'd come with, lying on the couch. "Ek minute, bhahi..." I said, and went inside to pick up the purse. Handing her the purse, I said with a smile "Aap ye bhool gayi thhi..." She just nodded dumbly and took the purse from my hand, mumbling something that sounded like a thank you.
As she opened the gate of the verandah and stepped outside on to the road, I waved to her. She too waved at me weakly, and began to walk towards her house. As she disappeared around the corner, I closed the door behind her. Perplexed at ther strange behavior, I plopped down on the couch. Squeezing my still stiff cock inside my slacks, I said to myself with a wry grin "Ok, atleast for once, you did the right thing ... and did not let the dog out..."
Just as I was reclining on the couch, recollecting the events that had just occurred; the bell rang. Shaking my head in exasperation, I dragged myself out of the couch once again. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing today. To my utter surprise, when I opened the door with irritation, ready to snap at whoever was there, Alka bhabhi stood there.
She had pulled the pallu of her saree above her head from behind like a ghunghat of sorts, and tears were streaming down her face. Alarmed, I asked "Kya hua, Alka bhabhi ... aap yahaan..." She just stood there, sobbing silently, holding the ghunghat close to her face with one hand. Worried that someone might spot her standing like this at my door crying, I took her by her hand and led her inside.
Closing the door behind us, I turned towards her and was about to ask something, when to my total surprise, she fell on her knees, and flung her arms around my legs. "Arre ... kya kar rahe ho aap, bhabhi..." I exclaimed, reaching down immediately to pull her up. But she hung on to my legs with a fierce determination, and buried her face near my knees. "Jignesh bhai ... Jignesh bhai..." was all she could muster, between her heaving sobs. I was totally clueless about what to do now, but somehow managed to pull her hands away from my legs, and pull her on her feet. She was almost faint with crying now, and literally fell against me. As my hands instinctively went around her to hold her, I was rewarded by the feel of those swollen milk-filled breasts of hers press against my chest.
She was crying non-stop now, and muttering something incomprehensible even as she rested against me, held on her feet only because I was holding her up. Not knowing what else to do, I just held her head pressed against my chest with my left hand, even as I gently massaged her back with my right. Her ghunghat had fallen off her head now, and I could see the smooth flawless skin of her back above the cut of her blouse from behind. My fingers could also feel the contours of the thick-strapped bra she wore under her blouse. My cock lurched in spite of myself, and I prayed that she wouldn't note it as my crotch was mashed against her belly. She was a short woman, and looking down I could see the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair.
"Shh ... shh..." I shushed her, gently rubbing her back, even as she clung on to me with her hands wrapped around my back, her lush body heaving as the sobs wracked her body. Gradually her sobs subsided, and her body stopped quivering. However, I held her in my arms, continuing to try to soothe her. I was wracking my brains trying to figure out, what was making her cry so much; and more importantly, why she had come back.
Slowly she lifted her face up from where it was buried in my chest, and gazed at the wet spot on my white t-shirt that had formed due to her copious tears. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it and attempted to wipe it with her hand, muttering "Oh ... maine to aap ki shirt bigaad di..." "Oh bhabhi ... aap bhi na..." I chided her gently, gently lifting up her face by her chin. She clasped my hand to her cheeks where I had touched her, and looking into my eyes through her teary red eyes, said in a tearful voice "Jignesh bhai ... main ... mujhe ... mujhe pataa nahi kya ho gaya thha ... maine ... maine na jaane aapse kya kya keh diya..."
Pausing, she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, and then continued in a faltering voice "Main ... main ... aapke paas paise maangne nahi aayi thhi ... sach bol rahi hoon main, Jignesh bhai ... main aapse paise nahin maangne aayi thhi..." she repeated herself, shaking her head vigorously as if to reaffirm what she was saying. Her big dark eyes on that pretty fair round face nearly melted my heart, and with a sigh of genuine feeling, I cupped her soft face in my palms.
Looking into her eyes, I said earnestly "Bhabhi ... please ... aap mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... main jaanto hoon ki aap mujhse paise maangne nahi aaye thhe ... is liye ... is liye to main e aap se keh raha thha ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe..." trying my best to assuage her hurt pride. That's when I realized that she was still holding the money I had given her, clenched in her fist. Lifting her hands, she opened her palms, and trying to push the money into my hands, said "Main aapse yeh paise nahi le sakti Jignesh bhai ... nahi ... nahi ... nahi..." she kept repeating, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks even though she had stopped sobbing. I was touched well and truly by now.
I was not sure of what to do, because I had never experienced any woman refuse money, not when she really needed it. Afraid that I might hurt her pride, but feeling guilty at the same time that deep inside, I was hoping that she'd become indebted enough to me, to offer herself to me; I took the crumpled notes from her hand. Looking down at the money, I said in a hurt tone "Theek hai bhabhi, agar aapko itna bura laga to main yeh waapas le leta hoon ... mera iraada aapko dukh pahunchaane ka nahi thha..." clenching my jaws.
She gazed into my eyes, torn between her hesitation to take the money and the hurt she knew she was causing me. "Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, and then dropped her head and shook her head, unable to continue. I let out a deep sigh, and extracting myself from her embrace, said to her in lighter tone "Chaliye ... chhodiye in sab baaton ko ... aap thhodi der yahaan par aaram kariye ... main aapke liye paani lekar aata hoon..." not knowing what else to do. As I went into the kitchen and was pouring out a glass of cold water into a glass, I heard her footsteps behind me.
Turning around, I saw her standing right behind me. Reaching out to touch me on my arms tentatively, she breathed "Jignesh bhai..." her words failing her once again. Her pink cheeks were flushed red, and her rosy lips were quivering. She was one of those women who looked absolutely beautiful even without an iota of make-up. And the fact that her skin had that unique glow that only pregnant or recently delivered women had, made her look all the more alluring.
Forcing a smile on my face, I said "Bhabhi ... pehle to aap mujhe Jignesh 'bhai' bulaana band keejiye ... main aap se umar mein chhota hoon ... aur mujhe agar aap apna dost samajhti hain ... to mujhe sirf Jignesh hi bulaaiye..." Hearing these words, she looked into my eyes intently once again, and said softly "Haan ... aap ... aap mere dost hi nahin ... aap to mere..." she stopped herself. Then as if as an afterthought, she added "Haan ... main aapko Jignesh bulaaungi..." she said with some emotion, her eyes giving me that strange mystical look.
Lowering her gaze to my feet again, she said softly "Main ... main yahaan par aayi thhi kucch aur ke liye ... aur ... aur main to apni hi roni lekar baith gayi..." in a tone that was genuinely contrite. "Mujhe to Mayuri maasi ne kaha thha ... ki aapko ... meri..." she said in a low voice, leaving her sentence unfinished. Even though I was a horny unprincipled bastard, this was too much for me to take, and I turned away from her, ashamed of myself to the core. Part of me was wishing she'd just go away, and not make me feel ashamed of myself any more.
With my back to her, I hung my head shamefully, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... maine aapko galat nazar se dekha ... mera iraada woh nahi thha ... woh bas ... bas ek baar ... mere mooh se galti se nikal gaya ... Mayuri aunty ke saamne ... ki ... ki ... mujhe..." clenching my jaw again, unable to say the truth. Turning around to face her, I folded my hands in placation, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." my voice breaking. She just looked at me, a strange expression on her face, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "Main bura aadmi nahi hoon, bhabhi ... main bura aadmi nahi hoon..." I pleaded, shaking my head in self denial.
Still holding my hands folded in the apologetic gesture, I continued "Aap bas ... in paiso ko inkaar mat keejiye ... ye to ... ye to sirf paise hain ... inki aaj mujhse zyaada aapko zaroorat hai ... is liye inhe aap please rakh leejiye ... please..." my voice beseeching. Seeing no response from her expect for that enigmatic gaze, I asked "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat sun rahi hain..." She just nodded her head affirmatively, not saying a word. "Bhabhi..." I continued " ... mera iraada ... aapko paise dekar ... mera koi iraada nahi thha ... aapke samman ko thhes pahunchaane ka..."
Once again, there was only that fixed gaze from her, her eyes watery, and her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her lips were moving almost imperceptibly, as if she was talking to herself, but she wasn't saying a word to me. Reaching out to take her hands in mine, I said to her in a fierce whisper "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat samajh rahi hain?" In response, she nodded again, and continued to look into my eyes with that strange incomprehensible expression. I was at my wits end by now. Never had I expected things to reach a stage where I was just not in control of what was happening.
Taking a deep breath to control my emotions, I said in a low but firm voice "Bhabhi ... agar ... agar aap ye paise nahi lengi ... to ... to mujhe lagega ki aapne mujhe maaf nahi kiya ... is liye ... please..." my eyes almost pleading with her to take the money, even as I tried to press the crumpled notes into her hands. To my surprise, she took the money from me silently, and then proceeded to raise the notes to touch her forehead, and then her lips. Opening her old worn black purse, she put the money inside carefully, smoothing the crumpled notes.
As she looked up, I began "Bhabhi ... aapne mujhe maaf..." Before I could complete my sentence, she cut me off my reaching up to pull my face towards hers, and press her lips to mine. "Jignesh..." she whispered fiercely, her lips parting and her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise, and was stunned into immobility.
She literally clamped her lips on my mine, and kissed me with all her pent up passion, pressing her ripe luscious body and those incredibly swollen breasts to me. Recovering from my stunned surprise, I groaned and wrapping my hands around her slender back, pulled her towards me. I opened my mouth and managed to mumble "Oh Alka bhabhi..." my words unintelligible, as her tongue intertwined with mine ferociously.
Relaxing a bit, I kissed her back with all my pent up passion too, pressing her lush body to mine with all my strength. The passion with which she clung on to me and kissed me, it was as if her dam of pent up emotions had finally broken. As she pulled her lips away from mine, and gazed at me with that same curious expression, I finally realized what it was. It was the same look I'd seen in the eyes of the teenage Sejal; a look of pure unadulterated love! I exhaled slowly, as I finally fathomed the meaning of that look.
Seeing me smile, her pink luscious lips broke into a smile too. That's when I also realized that those limpid pools of her beautiful big eyes were not actuall black, but a light shade of brown. Her hands were caressing my face as if with some agenda of their own, even as she continued to gaze at me with love. Lust, when augmented with love, was a very powerful emotion. There was a faint musky odor emanating from her body which I could not quite place. It was only later that I was to realize that the odor was on account of her lactating breasts. For some reason, I found that strangely arousing.
We held each other in that position, with our hands wrapped around each others back, for what seemed like an eternity. My truculent cock was painfully hard now, and I was making no attempt to prevent it from pressing against her lush fleshy belly. My gaze inadvertently dropped to her chest where the pallu of her saree tied the Gujarati way, with the tip of the pallu tucked into the waistline of the saree, had come dislodged in our frantic kissing. As a result, the pallu hung freely in front of her from her right shoulder, revealing the prodigious swell of her milk-filled left breast encased inside the peach colored blouse to me.
Her blouse had obviously become tight for her chest, and bit into the flesh of her arms. The blouse was conservatively cut, and did not have the deep plunging neckline that was the norm with women those days. In spite of that, her luscious swollen breasts were pressed upwards and bulging out from the neckline almost as if she were wearing a Victorian style corsette, worn by 18th century Engilsh women to accentuate their cleavage. The resultant cleavage was not only enticing, but also extremely arousing; accentuated by the flawless white skin of her bosom.
It was then that I noted the small wet patch at the apex of her blouse, where the faint outline of her nipple protruding through the blouse and bra was visible. My cock gave a lurch in spite of itself; a movement that did not go unnoticed by her. She shifted on her feet subsonsciously, adjusting herself in my arms. The movement caused her fleshy belly to rub against my hard cock through the slacks, and her eyes automatically went down towards where my crotch was pressing against her belly. "Bhabhi ... I'm sorry..." I said automatically, embarrassed that my libido was so plainly evident to her.
Looking up at me again, she shook head almost imperceptibly and whispered "Na, Jignesh bhai ... na ... aisa na bolo..." her eyes deeply understanding. A lump formed in my throat hearing these words of empathy from her, and I couldn't arrest the drop of tear which rolled down my cheek. "Na..." she whispered urgently, shaking her head vigorously " ... please..." Reaching up with her right hand, she gently wiped away the wet streak from my cheek. I was feeling like an idiot now; first at my arousal becoming so plainly evident to her and second at my emotions overwhelming me in front of her. I couldn't help but think that I was no different from the lecherous landlord who'd asked her for sexual favors in return for deferring the rent payment.
We were still standing in our kitchen, with my back to the platform and she in front of me. With a deep sigh, she let go off me and stepped back. To my surprise and intense arousal, she then pulled aside the pallu of her saree from her torso, baring her swollen blouse-clad breasts to me. Continuing to hold the pallu aside with her left hand, she reached with the other hand and took hold of my hand in hers. Gazing at me with a tender expression, she placed my palm on the swollen mound of her right breast and pressed it to her. A sigh of arousal escaped my lips, and my hand stiffened. I could feel the heat from her body flowing into my palm as I felt the flesh of her swollen 34-D breasts against my palm.
"Haan, Jignesh bhai ... haan..." she said ever so softly, as if reading my mind, and her eyes conveying more than words could ever hope to. After all that had transpired in the last half an hour, my heart was just not into having any sexual liaison with her, even though my treacherous cock thought otherwise. "Bhabhi..." I breathed, shaking my head, and trying to convey to her the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. "Is me kucchh galat nahi hai, Jignesh bhai ... kucchh galat nahi hai..."she whispered assertively, nodding her head to support her statement, even as she continued to hold my hand pressed to her incredible disproportionately swollen milk-laden breast.
Sensing my reluctance, she let go off my palm which she was holding to her breast, and took my free hand instead. Any other day, with any other woman, I'd need no further invitation to ravage her body; but this was somehow different. Quite frankly, my reaction was something even I'd not anticipated. "Aao Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, taking my limp hand in hers and leading me to the living room. "Baitho..." she said gently, pointing to the couch. As I sat down dumbly, she sat down next to me. This time, she sat so close that I could feel her thighs press against mine. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, placing her slender hand on my thigh. "Aap mujhe Jignesh bhai kyun bulaati hain ab bhi..." I said with some emotion; for I was not able to think of anything else to say to her at that moment. "Sorry Jignesh bhai ... acchha main aapko abse Jignesh hi bulaaungi ... ab khush ho aap..." she said, cocking her head to one side.
I just managed a weak smile, dropping my head to look at her hand which was resting on my thighs. "Meri taraf dekho Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." she said gently, prodding my thigh. As I looked towards her, she smiled. Her juicy pink lips were still quivering, and her face was still flushed red. "Maine aapki baat sun li na, Jignesh..." she began in a soft quivering voice " ... aapne jo itna badaa upkaar kiya hai mujhpar ... maine use sweekaar kar liya na..." her eyes blinking to hold back her tears. I just looked away not knowing how to respond to it. "Bolo na ... kiya na maine..." she whispered fiercely, shaking my thighs with her hand. "Haan ... bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my throat full of flegm. Clearing my throat, I looked at her and repeated "Haan bhabhi ... kiya aapne..."
She bit her quivering lips and continued "Mujhe ... mujhe pata hai maine aapko ... aapko bahut dukh pahunchaaya ... aapse paise lene se inkaar karke..." "Nahi bhabhi ... aisi koi baat nahi hai..." I interrupted her, trying to sound casual. She shook her head again and said "Nahi ... aap jhoot bol sakte ho ... par aapki aankhen ... aur ... aur aapke aasoon ... jhoot nahi bol sakte..." a precious drop of tear rolling down her cheek again. To my amazement, she slid down the sofa and sat down on the floor beside my knees, supporting herself on her knees and haunches.
Before I could react, she took both my hands in hers and buried her face in my palms; an action tha caused her ripe full breasts also to press against my knees. "Mujhse galti ho gayi Jignesh bhai ... mujhse galti ho gayi ... aapko samajhne mein ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." she pleaded, rolling her head from side to side in my palms. This little encounter with the luscious Alka bhabhi was becoming more or a tearjerker than Ekta Kapoor's lousy soap serials, and I could only shake my head in frustration.
"Bhabhi..." I cried hoarsely, forcefully lifting her bleary face from my hands and getting her to look up at me. "Ab bas karo ... mujhe aur sharminda mat karo aap ... please..." I said with some earnesty in my voice. Wiping the tears from her face, she forced a smile on her face, and said "Maine aapki baat sun li na Jignesh bhai ... ab ... ab aap meri baat nahi sunenge..." "Zaroor sunoonga, bhabhi ... zaroor sunoonga..." I said, wiping away my own tears irritably. I was quite irritated with myself now, since this little emotional melodrama had gone on for far too long now.
All I wanted was to feast on her milk-swollen breasts and fuck her; and here I was, shedding tears along with her. "Ab aap please uthiye..." I said to her with urgency, tugging at her shoulders. She complied immediately and raised herself to sit by my side on the couch once again. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapko der nahi ho rahi hai ... aapki baby..." looking at her questioningly. "Nahi Jignesh ... aap chinta mat karo ... main usko doodh pilaakar aayi thhi ... aur woh agar utth bhi gayi to Mayuri ben usko bottle se doodh pila degi..." she said matter or factly. Heaing her talk so freely about breast-feeding her baby, my cock gave another lurch inside my pants.
Her hands which were lying in my lap, felt the movement of my hardness inside my slacks, and she looked up at me quickly with an expression of understanding in her eyes. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, her fingers applying some pressure on the hard lump protruding from my slacks. I just let out a deep sigh and looked at her with an expression that conveyed my helplessness. She was sitting on my left side on the couch. Without a word, she pulled aside the pallu of her saree once again, and taking my hand in hers, pressed it to her swollen right breast again.
This time, my fingers automatically closed around the pliant yet firm flesh of her milk-filled breasts; and even when she let go off my hand, I did not remove my hand from her breast. Gazing into my eyes intently, she whispered softly "Blouse kholoon main, Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." correcting herself yet again. "Haan..." I managed to gasp somehow. Responding with alacrity, she tucked the parted pallu of her saree under her chin, and began to open the hooks of her tightly stretched blouse. I noted that she had started to open her blouse with the hook at the bottom, as against starting from top like most other women did. I figured it was on account of the fact that she was used to doing it that way when opening her blouse to breastfeed her baby.
My mouth was dry as I stared in rapt attention as the hooks came undone one by one. As the hooks of her blouse came undone and she opened the flaps of her tight blouse, I was presented with the sight of conservative white bra stretched to the limit by the disproportionately swollen breasts. The wet patch caused by her milk secretion from her lactating breasts that had permeated through to her blouse, was much bigger on her bra, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipple under the cotton fabric of her white nursing bra.
Still holding her chin down to keep the pallu from slipping over her torso, she glanced up at me as if checking my reaction. I met her eyes only for a fraction and inadvertently licked my dry lips. She'd worn her bra loose, ostensibly on the last hook of the strap, which probably made it easier for her to pull up the bra when feeding her baby. Even before my hungry eyes could get their fill of the sight of her bra-covered swollen breasts, she hunched her shoulders and slipping her fingers under the cup of her bra, pulled it up to bare those magnificent breasts to me.
My jaw dropped and my throat went dry at the sight presented to me. This had to be the most erotic pair of breasts I'd seen apart from those of the busty teenage Sejal; and I couldn't help but compare it to hers. Like Sejal, Alkha bhabhi's skin was incredibly fair. But that's where the similarities ended. While Sejal was plump with adolescent baby fat, Alka bhabhi was of a slender built. In spite of the two pregnancies, her waist would not have been more than 27" at the most.
Her belly was not taut and firm, as was to be expcted in a woman who'd delivered a child only 7 months back, but still was not flabby. In the sitting position, there were only two moderate folds on her fleshy belly. But what took the cake were those incredibly erotic breasts. As I've said numerous times earlier, they were swollen disproportionately on account of the milk they held. By the sight I could make out that her bra was only a regulation 34-C, but her breasts were swollen to a mouth watering 34-D cup now. They were obviously not naturally round shaped like Sejal's breasts were, but were still swollen towards the tip.
In other words, what would have been ripe 34-C mango-shaped breasts in her normal state were now swollen 34-D papaya shaped mammaries on account of her post-pregnant status. Inspite of being so heavy with milk, they did not sag but just rested heavily on her slender chest. The base of her breasts was smaller in comparison to the tips of them; which were swollen disproportionately like water filled balloons. The milky white alabaster complexion of the rest of her body was shared by her breasts too, and I could see the lines of blue veins under the skin.
Her bursting breasts were capped by a pair of mouth watering pinkish nipples, the same color as her lips. The rupee coin sized aereolas were only a shade darker than the fair complexion of her breasts. The wetness caused by the milk which had oozed out of her erect nipples made them glisten in the light, causing me to lick my lips as I gazed at them with unadulterated desire. Realizing that I was mesmerized by the sight of her milky white breasts, I pulled my eyes away to look at her face.
She was just looking at me with the same tender expression, continuing to hold the pallu of her saree parted with one hand, while holding the bra up with the other. What more could one ask for, I thought to myself, seeing the way this innocent lovely 27-year old housewife sat in front of me, baring her milky swollen breasts to me. Continuing to look into my eyes with a aroused yet shy expression, she involuntarily hefted her right breast in the palm of her hand and squeezed them gently; an action which caused a small drop of white milky fluid to ooze out of her erect nipple.
I had always fantasized about this moment, and my hand automatically squeezed my hardness through my slacks. Clearing her throat, she said in a low voice "Maine ... aane se pehle ... meri baby ko ... apna ... apna doodh nahi pilaaya thha ... maine usko bottle se doodh pilaaya thha..." continuing to gaze at me lovingly, even as she held her right tit cupped in her palm. "Main ... maine ... apna doodh aapke liye bacha ke rakha thha, Jignesh bhai..." she said in almost a whisper. "Aap ... aap mera doodh piyenge na, Jignesh bhai..." she asked in a husky whisper, straightening her back and offering me her cupped swollen breasts.
These were the words I'd been dying to hear, and with a groan I reached out and touched her hot milky breasts tenderly. At the touch of my hands, she sighed and lent forward, trying to press her breast into my hand. I ran my shivering hands all over her swollen breasts, feeling the hot flesh singe my palms. Part of me wanted to squeeze her breast-milk filled mammaries roughly, but I held myself back. Instead, I just slid my palm under her ripe breast and hefted them, feeling their heaviness, and ran my thumb around her erect glistening wet nipple.
Reaching out to touch my face with her slender fingers, she whispered with arousal "Aao ... Jignesh bhai ... meri god mein let jaao..." This was my fantasy coming true, and as she slid back on the couch and lifted her left leg on to the couch to create a comfortable lap for me to lie down in, I swallowed instinctively. With her hand gently supporting my head, I bent forward and lay down in her lap, pulling my legs up on to the couch in the process. She cradled my head in the crook of her arm and I was blessed with the feel of her hot full breasts brush against my cheek.
On a sudden thought, she said "Aap apna t-shirt utaar do, Jignesh bhai ... warna..." her eyes conveying the rest. With her help, I somehow pulled the t-shirt off my head, baring my muscular chest and torso to her view. Her eyes looked at my chest with desire, and she inadvertently touched my chest with her soft hands, her fingers tracing lines on my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the musky aroma of breastmilk assailed my nostrils, making my cock twitch with anticipation.
Cradling my head in her left arm, she leaned forward, and cupping her left swollen breast, squeezed it gently, her fingers moving in a sliding motion from the base of her breast to the swollen tip. As she did that, a drop of thin white fluid oozed out of her thick erect nipple. Then, to my complete arousal, she wiped the drop of breast milk from her nipple with her finger, and touched the finger to my lips! "Mera doodh, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a hoarse whisper, wetting my dry lips with her breast milk. "Bhabhi..." I groaned, and opened my mouth to suck on her finger.
It was watery, and tasted sweet; nothing likeI had ever tasted before. The taste was not entirely agreeable, but I was too aroused to care. Then to my amazement, she extracted a crumpled handkerchief from her waist, and squeezing her ripe breast repeatedly, made some of her breast milk squirt out of her turgid nipple on to the napkin. When I looked at her questioningly, she just smile shyly and said in a low voice "Thhoda sa nikaal doongi to acchha rahega..." I figured it was the same reason why cattle breeders discarded the first few squirts of milk when they milked a cow.
Discarding the napkin, she cupped her breast again and raising my head towards her swollen breasts, said "Ab pee lo, beta..." The motherly way in which she addressed me as 'beta' aroused me to know end. With a groan, I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple and began to greedily suckle on it. "Shhh..." she whispered, cradling my head and caressing my hair as I began the task of sucking on a young mother's breast milk for the first time in my life.
The milk was warm, and it was too watery and sweet for my liking, but I was beside myself with lust by now. I felt her arch her back, and let out a soft sigh of contentment, as she felt my mouth suck on her painfully swollen milk-laden breasts. She kept making soft cooing sounds, as if she was feeding her own infant. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out with my hand and cupped her free right breast. Squeezing them hard, I was rewarded by at first a little dribble, and then a sharp squirt of thin white breast milk land on my chest.
I shivered when the warm liquid landed on my chest, and letting go of her nipple, hissed "Sorry bhabhi..." "Shh ... koi baat nahi ... karo Jignesh bhai..." taking my hand and pressing it to her free right breast again. When I squeezed again, I saw her wince with pain and close her eyes. Alarmed I pulled my hand away. Opening her eyes, she smiled at me ever so tenderly, and said in a low whisper "Jab bahut zyaada doodh bhar jaata hai ... to ... thhoda sa dard hota hai ... is liye ... jab aise dabaakar ... ya chooskar ... doodh baahar nilaalte hain ... to bahut raahat milti hai..." by way of explanation. "Dariye mat, Jignesh bhai ... dabaaiye na..." she urged in a low whisper, guiding my hand to her breast again. Then to encourage me further, she herself cupped her right breast and squeezed it again in a pumping motion starting from the base and ending at the tip, causing a fresh squirt of her warm breast milk to spray on to my chest.
Seeing my body shiver at the feel of her milk falling on me, she asked quicky "Aapko ganda lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." stopping her squeezing of the breast. "Nahi bhabhi ... nahi ... please..." I hissed back. Hearing this, she smiled, and once again began to squeeze her milk out of those swollen breasts and spray them on my chest and belly. "Mere moonh par bhi, bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my eyes staring intently at the way the milk was being squeezed out of her delicious breasts. Sighing, she said softly "Aankh band kar leejiye, Jignesh bhai..." looking into my eyes.
Thinking that she was ashamed of me watching her squirt her milk on me like this, I closed my eyes, a touch disappointed. She seemed to read my mind, and leaning forward to rub her erect wet nipple on my lips, said softly "Agar mera doodh aapki aankho mein gira to aapki aankhe jalengi, Jignesh bhai ... isliye kaha maine..." "Oh bhabhi ... please ... ruko mat..." I groaned, reaching up to roughly fondle her swollen milk glands again. "Ssss..." she hissed, as she cupped both her breasts together, and squeezed them hard, sending squirts of the thin warm milk spraying on to my chest and face. I marveled at her concern for these little details, and opened my mouth to let out a content sigh of "Ahhh..." enjoying the sensation of my milk spraying my face.
My cock was rock hard by now, and as I reached down to squeeze it under my slacks, she caught my hand. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, there was an expression of lust in her eyes. "Bhabhi ... mera bhi ... ab bahut bhar gaya hai ... isliye taqleef ho rahi hai..." I said indicating that my cock was aching for a release now. "Jaanti hoon, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered softly " ... aapki yahi taqleef door karne ke liye to aapki bhabhi aapke paas aayi hai..." a very aroused look in her eyes. With these words, she reached down to my crotch, and gently rubbed her palm over the lump in my slacks.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic waist band of my slacks, she began to try to push it down. I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and lowering my slacks along with the boxers, with both my hands. My rock hard cock, free of the restraining confines, sprang out like an angry cobra and slapped against my belly. The swollen tip was crimson with blood, and it was glistening in the light with the copious amounts of pre-cum that I'd already secreted. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, her eyes gazing at my steely hard wet slimy cock with desire and arousal.
Raising my head again to press it against her breasts, she then took hold of my erect phallus in her soft hands, and began to rub it gently. "Bhabhiiiii..." I groaned, almost biting her nipples. "Haan beta..." she responded with passion, tightening her grip on my hard cock, and began to stroke it gently. Gazing down, I watched with raw lust, as her slender white fingers were wrapped around my thick shaft, and pumping it ever so gently; her glass bangles making a tinkling sound. Arching my back, I stretched out my arms, and lifted my hips off the bed, as if urging her to pump me faster.
To my complete arousal, she then began to spread the liberal amount of her breast milk that had fallen on my chest and was trickling down to my belly, all over my torso in a gentle massaging motion. With the same hand wet with her milk, she took hold of my cock and began to rub stroke my cock. "Aannhhh..." I groaned. "Ek minute, beta..." she whispered urgently, pushing my head off her lap. As I lifted my head, she slid herself away from under my head and stood up from the couch. As I lay back on the couch, I watched in rapt attention at the way her swollen breast dangled and swung.
She quickly knelt down on the floor next to my pelvis, and took hold of my cock lovingly. Then without a word, she dangled those mouthwatering milk swollen breasts of hers over my throbbing cock, and cupping them again, began to squirt her warm milk on to my cock! "Ohhh bhabhiii..." I almost cried out, reaching out with my hand to try and grab one of her breasts. She was completely engrossed in the task of pleasing me now, and did not even turn to look at me. Holding my throbbing cock with one hand, she cupped one of her full breasts with the other hand and sprayed squirt after squirt of searing hot breast milk on my cock.
To Be Continued..
Leaving her to get herself together, I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for her. When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting perched on the edge of my bed. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up with an embarrassed expression on her face. But seeing the glass of water in my hands, she managed a weak smile, and stood up. Taking the glass from my hands, she said softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai..." letting her fingers linger for a few more moments than necessary on mine. After she finished the glass of water, I took hold of her hand again and led her into the living room.
I relished the feel of her soft fingers in my hands as I helped her sit down on the couch again. "Jignesh bhai..." she began, even as she sat down " ... mujhe maaf kar dena ... pata nahin kyun ... maine ye sab aapse kahaa ... aap mujhe galat mat samajha na ... main..." "Bas bhabhi ... aap kucch mat boliye..." I said, interrupting her. Kneeling down on the floor in front of where she sat on the couch, I took the liberty of placing both my hands on her thighs. Looking into her face, I said "Aap se kya kahoon main nahi jaanta ... par kya hona chaahiya ... ye main jaanta hoon..." I said to her with some intensity. Unable to comprehend the meaning of my words, she just looked at me.
Taking both her hands in mine, I kissed them, and before she could react, got up quickly. I went into my bedroom, and opening the locker in my cupboard, extracted 10 notes of 500 rupees from the wad of cash that I kept in my locker for emergency use. Returning to the living room where she was still sitting on the couch, I knelt down before her again. As she looked at me questioningly, I pressed the money into her palms and closed them forefully. Before she could say a word, I said "Bhabhi ... ye kucch paise hain ... aap isse kam se kam ek mahine ka kiraaya to de sakengi..." hoping that the 5,000 rupees I was giving her now, coupled with the 1,500 rupees I'd given her earlier at Mayuri ben's place would be sufficient to cover atleast a month's rent.
There was a stunned expression on her face, as she looked at the wad of folded notes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. But her words failed her, and all she succeeded in doing was blinking her eyes rapidly, causing a fresh dollop of tear to roll down her pink cheek. Reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek, I said to her gently "Kucch der pehle aapne kaha thha na ... ki main aap ko galat na samjhoon ... ab main aapse vinanti kar raha hoon ... ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe ... ye ... ise aap ... ek dost ki taraf se madad samajh kar rakh leejiye..." Clearing my throat, I continued "Aur ... ab se ... jab tak ki aapke pati ke business ki haalat theek nahi hoti ... tab tak ... aapko har mahine ghar ke kiraaye ki chinta karne ke koi zaroorat nahin hai..."
I was not sure if I was doing the right thing in making such a big commitment, especially when all I was dolling out so liberally was my dad's new found wealth. I'd done nothing worthwhile with my life so far, and was just living off my father's money. But at that moment, it just seemed like the right thing to do, and I decided to go ahead and trust my instinct. She gulped a few times rapidly, and finally managed to open her mouth to say something. But I interrupted her again, and said "Bhabhi ... please ... aapk kucch mat boliye ... aap ise ehsaan ya dayaa ki bheekh mat samajhiye ... abhi to saari zindagi aapke aage padi hai ... jab bhi ho sake aapse ... tab aap ye lauta dena..." once again squeezing her hands reassuringly.
I'd helped out quite a few women with money so far, but I'd never seen such an expression of pain and gratitude in any person's eyes. Pain at having to be reduced to this state where she couldn't refuse the money; and gratitude at a benefactor like me coming into her life from nowhere. I was half expecting her to throw her arms around me and say profound words of gratitude, but she did nothing of that sort. She just sat there, stunned with what was happening, and stared fixedly at my eyes. Embarrassed, I let go of her hands and stood up.
She just sat there unmoving, looking down at the floor. The pallu of her saree had got displaced from her shoulder slightly, and as she sat there staring at the floor, I could see the deep cleavage formed by her swollen breasts inside the blouse. My cock had lost some of its hardness, but was still stiff inside my underwear. I didn't want to spoil the purity of the moment with anything sexual, so I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab aap ghar jaaiye..." She just sat there unmoving, still looking at the floor as if in some trance. Thinking of something, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapki beti ... usko aap kahaan par chhod ke aaye ho..."
Hearing this she seemed to come out of her reverie, and looking up at me with those big tear filled eyes, said softly "Mayuri ben ke paas..." Once again, her eyes simply bored into mine, as if searching for some meaning. Not able to handle her silence any more, I said "Phir to aapko jaana chaahiye ab, bhabhi ... kahin woh aapke liye rone lagi to..." my face conveying the concern for her newborn baby. "Theek hai..." she mumbled, nodding her head dumbly. Her zombie like mannerisms were beginning to scare me now and I didn't know how to deal with her anymore. "Theek hai..." she repeated, getting up from the couch.
She stood for a moment in front of me, as if about to say something. But then she just looked down at her hands which were still holding the money that I'd just given her, and shook her head. She walked towards the door and began to fumble with the latch. I helped open the door, and watched her as she slipped her white naturally shapely feet into a pair of old worn sandles. On an instinct, I looked into the room to see if she'd left anything behind, and spotted the small black purse that she'd come with, lying on the couch. "Ek minute, bhahi..." I said, and went inside to pick up the purse. Handing her the purse, I said with a smile "Aap ye bhool gayi thhi..." She just nodded dumbly and took the purse from my hand, mumbling something that sounded like a thank you.
As she opened the gate of the verandah and stepped outside on to the road, I waved to her. She too waved at me weakly, and began to walk towards her house. As she disappeared around the corner, I closed the door behind her. Perplexed at ther strange behavior, I plopped down on the couch. Squeezing my still stiff cock inside my slacks, I said to myself with a wry grin "Ok, atleast for once, you did the right thing ... and did not let the dog out..."
Just as I was reclining on the couch, recollecting the events that had just occurred; the bell rang. Shaking my head in exasperation, I dragged myself out of the couch once again. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing today. To my utter surprise, when I opened the door with irritation, ready to snap at whoever was there, Alka bhabhi stood there.
She had pulled the pallu of her saree above her head from behind like a ghunghat of sorts, and tears were streaming down her face. Alarmed, I asked "Kya hua, Alka bhabhi ... aap yahaan..." She just stood there, sobbing silently, holding the ghunghat close to her face with one hand. Worried that someone might spot her standing like this at my door crying, I took her by her hand and led her inside.
Closing the door behind us, I turned towards her and was about to ask something, when to my total surprise, she fell on her knees, and flung her arms around my legs. "Arre ... kya kar rahe ho aap, bhabhi..." I exclaimed, reaching down immediately to pull her up. But she hung on to my legs with a fierce determination, and buried her face near my knees. "Jignesh bhai ... Jignesh bhai..." was all she could muster, between her heaving sobs. I was totally clueless about what to do now, but somehow managed to pull her hands away from my legs, and pull her on her feet. She was almost faint with crying now, and literally fell against me. As my hands instinctively went around her to hold her, I was rewarded by the feel of those swollen milk-filled breasts of hers press against my chest.
She was crying non-stop now, and muttering something incomprehensible even as she rested against me, held on her feet only because I was holding her up. Not knowing what else to do, I just held her head pressed against my chest with my left hand, even as I gently massaged her back with my right. Her ghunghat had fallen off her head now, and I could see the smooth flawless skin of her back above the cut of her blouse from behind. My fingers could also feel the contours of the thick-strapped bra she wore under her blouse. My cock lurched in spite of myself, and I prayed that she wouldn't note it as my crotch was mashed against her belly. She was a short woman, and looking down I could see the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair.
"Shh ... shh..." I shushed her, gently rubbing her back, even as she clung on to me with her hands wrapped around my back, her lush body heaving as the sobs wracked her body. Gradually her sobs subsided, and her body stopped quivering. However, I held her in my arms, continuing to try to soothe her. I was wracking my brains trying to figure out, what was making her cry so much; and more importantly, why she had come back.
Slowly she lifted her face up from where it was buried in my chest, and gazed at the wet spot on my white t-shirt that had formed due to her copious tears. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it and attempted to wipe it with her hand, muttering "Oh ... maine to aap ki shirt bigaad di..." "Oh bhabhi ... aap bhi na..." I chided her gently, gently lifting up her face by her chin. She clasped my hand to her cheeks where I had touched her, and looking into my eyes through her teary red eyes, said in a tearful voice "Jignesh bhai ... main ... mujhe ... mujhe pataa nahi kya ho gaya thha ... maine ... maine na jaane aapse kya kya keh diya..."
Pausing, she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, and then continued in a faltering voice "Main ... main ... aapke paas paise maangne nahi aayi thhi ... sach bol rahi hoon main, Jignesh bhai ... main aapse paise nahin maangne aayi thhi..." she repeated herself, shaking her head vigorously as if to reaffirm what she was saying. Her big dark eyes on that pretty fair round face nearly melted my heart, and with a sigh of genuine feeling, I cupped her soft face in my palms.
Looking into her eyes, I said earnestly "Bhabhi ... please ... aap mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... main jaanto hoon ki aap mujhse paise maangne nahi aaye thhe ... is liye ... is liye to main e aap se keh raha thha ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe..." trying my best to assuage her hurt pride. That's when I realized that she was still holding the money I had given her, clenched in her fist. Lifting her hands, she opened her palms, and trying to push the money into my hands, said "Main aapse yeh paise nahi le sakti Jignesh bhai ... nahi ... nahi ... nahi..." she kept repeating, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks even though she had stopped sobbing. I was touched well and truly by now.
I was not sure of what to do, because I had never experienced any woman refuse money, not when she really needed it. Afraid that I might hurt her pride, but feeling guilty at the same time that deep inside, I was hoping that she'd become indebted enough to me, to offer herself to me; I took the crumpled notes from her hand. Looking down at the money, I said in a hurt tone "Theek hai bhabhi, agar aapko itna bura laga to main yeh waapas le leta hoon ... mera iraada aapko dukh pahunchaane ka nahi thha..." clenching my jaws.
She gazed into my eyes, torn between her hesitation to take the money and the hurt she knew she was causing me. "Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, and then dropped her head and shook her head, unable to continue. I let out a deep sigh, and extracting myself from her embrace, said to her in lighter tone "Chaliye ... chhodiye in sab baaton ko ... aap thhodi der yahaan par aaram kariye ... main aapke liye paani lekar aata hoon..." not knowing what else to do. As I went into the kitchen and was pouring out a glass of cold water into a glass, I heard her footsteps behind me.
Turning around, I saw her standing right behind me. Reaching out to touch me on my arms tentatively, she breathed "Jignesh bhai..." her words failing her once again. Her pink cheeks were flushed red, and her rosy lips were quivering. She was one of those women who looked absolutely beautiful even without an iota of make-up. And the fact that her skin had that unique glow that only pregnant or recently delivered women had, made her look all the more alluring.
Forcing a smile on my face, I said "Bhabhi ... pehle to aap mujhe Jignesh 'bhai' bulaana band keejiye ... main aap se umar mein chhota hoon ... aur mujhe agar aap apna dost samajhti hain ... to mujhe sirf Jignesh hi bulaaiye..." Hearing these words, she looked into my eyes intently once again, and said softly "Haan ... aap ... aap mere dost hi nahin ... aap to mere..." she stopped herself. Then as if as an afterthought, she added "Haan ... main aapko Jignesh bulaaungi..." she said with some emotion, her eyes giving me that strange mystical look.
Lowering her gaze to my feet again, she said softly "Main ... main yahaan par aayi thhi kucch aur ke liye ... aur ... aur main to apni hi roni lekar baith gayi..." in a tone that was genuinely contrite. "Mujhe to Mayuri maasi ne kaha thha ... ki aapko ... meri..." she said in a low voice, leaving her sentence unfinished. Even though I was a horny unprincipled bastard, this was too much for me to take, and I turned away from her, ashamed of myself to the core. Part of me was wishing she'd just go away, and not make me feel ashamed of myself any more.
With my back to her, I hung my head shamefully, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... maine aapko galat nazar se dekha ... mera iraada woh nahi thha ... woh bas ... bas ek baar ... mere mooh se galti se nikal gaya ... Mayuri aunty ke saamne ... ki ... ki ... mujhe..." clenching my jaw again, unable to say the truth. Turning around to face her, I folded my hands in placation, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." my voice breaking. She just looked at me, a strange expression on her face, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "Main bura aadmi nahi hoon, bhabhi ... main bura aadmi nahi hoon..." I pleaded, shaking my head in self denial.
Still holding my hands folded in the apologetic gesture, I continued "Aap bas ... in paiso ko inkaar mat keejiye ... ye to ... ye to sirf paise hain ... inki aaj mujhse zyaada aapko zaroorat hai ... is liye inhe aap please rakh leejiye ... please..." my voice beseeching. Seeing no response from her expect for that enigmatic gaze, I asked "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat sun rahi hain..." She just nodded her head affirmatively, not saying a word. "Bhabhi..." I continued " ... mera iraada ... aapko paise dekar ... mera koi iraada nahi thha ... aapke samman ko thhes pahunchaane ka..."
Once again, there was only that fixed gaze from her, her eyes watery, and her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her lips were moving almost imperceptibly, as if she was talking to herself, but she wasn't saying a word to me. Reaching out to take her hands in mine, I said to her in a fierce whisper "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat samajh rahi hain?" In response, she nodded again, and continued to look into my eyes with that strange incomprehensible expression. I was at my wits end by now. Never had I expected things to reach a stage where I was just not in control of what was happening.
Taking a deep breath to control my emotions, I said in a low but firm voice "Bhabhi ... agar ... agar aap ye paise nahi lengi ... to ... to mujhe lagega ki aapne mujhe maaf nahi kiya ... is liye ... please..." my eyes almost pleading with her to take the money, even as I tried to press the crumpled notes into her hands. To my surprise, she took the money from me silently, and then proceeded to raise the notes to touch her forehead, and then her lips. Opening her old worn black purse, she put the money inside carefully, smoothing the crumpled notes.
As she looked up, I began "Bhabhi ... aapne mujhe maaf..." Before I could complete my sentence, she cut me off my reaching up to pull my face towards hers, and press her lips to mine. "Jignesh..." she whispered fiercely, her lips parting and her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise, and was stunned into immobility.
She literally clamped her lips on my mine, and kissed me with all her pent up passion, pressing her ripe luscious body and those incredibly swollen breasts to me. Recovering from my stunned surprise, I groaned and wrapping my hands around her slender back, pulled her towards me. I opened my mouth and managed to mumble "Oh Alka bhabhi..." my words unintelligible, as her tongue intertwined with mine ferociously.
Relaxing a bit, I kissed her back with all my pent up passion too, pressing her lush body to mine with all my strength. The passion with which she clung on to me and kissed me, it was as if her dam of pent up emotions had finally broken. As she pulled her lips away from mine, and gazed at me with that same curious expression, I finally realized what it was. It was the same look I'd seen in the eyes of the teenage Sejal; a look of pure unadulterated love! I exhaled slowly, as I finally fathomed the meaning of that look.
Seeing me smile, her pink luscious lips broke into a smile too. That's when I also realized that those limpid pools of her beautiful big eyes were not actuall black, but a light shade of brown. Her hands were caressing my face as if with some agenda of their own, even as she continued to gaze at me with love. Lust, when augmented with love, was a very powerful emotion. There was a faint musky odor emanating from her body which I could not quite place. It was only later that I was to realize that the odor was on account of her lactating breasts. For some reason, I found that strangely arousing.
We held each other in that position, with our hands wrapped around each others back, for what seemed like an eternity. My truculent cock was painfully hard now, and I was making no attempt to prevent it from pressing against her lush fleshy belly. My gaze inadvertently dropped to her chest where the pallu of her saree tied the Gujarati way, with the tip of the pallu tucked into the waistline of the saree, had come dislodged in our frantic kissing. As a result, the pallu hung freely in front of her from her right shoulder, revealing the prodigious swell of her milk-filled left breast encased inside the peach colored blouse to me.
Her blouse had obviously become tight for her chest, and bit into the flesh of her arms. The blouse was conservatively cut, and did not have the deep plunging neckline that was the norm with women those days. In spite of that, her luscious swollen breasts were pressed upwards and bulging out from the neckline almost as if she were wearing a Victorian style corsette, worn by 18th century Engilsh women to accentuate their cleavage. The resultant cleavage was not only enticing, but also extremely arousing; accentuated by the flawless white skin of her bosom.
It was then that I noted the small wet patch at the apex of her blouse, where the faint outline of her nipple protruding through the blouse and bra was visible. My cock gave a lurch in spite of itself; a movement that did not go unnoticed by her. She shifted on her feet subsonsciously, adjusting herself in my arms. The movement caused her fleshy belly to rub against my hard cock through the slacks, and her eyes automatically went down towards where my crotch was pressing against her belly. "Bhabhi ... I'm sorry..." I said automatically, embarrassed that my libido was so plainly evident to her.
Looking up at me again, she shook head almost imperceptibly and whispered "Na, Jignesh bhai ... na ... aisa na bolo..." her eyes deeply understanding. A lump formed in my throat hearing these words of empathy from her, and I couldn't arrest the drop of tear which rolled down my cheek. "Na..." she whispered urgently, shaking her head vigorously " ... please..." Reaching up with her right hand, she gently wiped away the wet streak from my cheek. I was feeling like an idiot now; first at my arousal becoming so plainly evident to her and second at my emotions overwhelming me in front of her. I couldn't help but think that I was no different from the lecherous landlord who'd asked her for sexual favors in return for deferring the rent payment.
We were still standing in our kitchen, with my back to the platform and she in front of me. With a deep sigh, she let go off me and stepped back. To my surprise and intense arousal, she then pulled aside the pallu of her saree from her torso, baring her swollen blouse-clad breasts to me. Continuing to hold the pallu aside with her left hand, she reached with the other hand and took hold of my hand in hers. Gazing at me with a tender expression, she placed my palm on the swollen mound of her right breast and pressed it to her. A sigh of arousal escaped my lips, and my hand stiffened. I could feel the heat from her body flowing into my palm as I felt the flesh of her swollen 34-D breasts against my palm.
"Haan, Jignesh bhai ... haan..." she said ever so softly, as if reading my mind, and her eyes conveying more than words could ever hope to. After all that had transpired in the last half an hour, my heart was just not into having any sexual liaison with her, even though my treacherous cock thought otherwise. "Bhabhi..." I breathed, shaking my head, and trying to convey to her the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. "Is me kucchh galat nahi hai, Jignesh bhai ... kucchh galat nahi hai..."she whispered assertively, nodding her head to support her statement, even as she continued to hold my hand pressed to her incredible disproportionately swollen milk-laden breast.
Sensing my reluctance, she let go off my palm which she was holding to her breast, and took my free hand instead. Any other day, with any other woman, I'd need no further invitation to ravage her body; but this was somehow different. Quite frankly, my reaction was something even I'd not anticipated. "Aao Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, taking my limp hand in hers and leading me to the living room. "Baitho..." she said gently, pointing to the couch. As I sat down dumbly, she sat down next to me. This time, she sat so close that I could feel her thighs press against mine. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, placing her slender hand on my thigh. "Aap mujhe Jignesh bhai kyun bulaati hain ab bhi..." I said with some emotion; for I was not able to think of anything else to say to her at that moment. "Sorry Jignesh bhai ... acchha main aapko abse Jignesh hi bulaaungi ... ab khush ho aap..." she said, cocking her head to one side.
I just managed a weak smile, dropping my head to look at her hand which was resting on my thighs. "Meri taraf dekho Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." she said gently, prodding my thigh. As I looked towards her, she smiled. Her juicy pink lips were still quivering, and her face was still flushed red. "Maine aapki baat sun li na, Jignesh..." she began in a soft quivering voice " ... aapne jo itna badaa upkaar kiya hai mujhpar ... maine use sweekaar kar liya na..." her eyes blinking to hold back her tears. I just looked away not knowing how to respond to it. "Bolo na ... kiya na maine..." she whispered fiercely, shaking my thighs with her hand. "Haan ... bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my throat full of flegm. Clearing my throat, I looked at her and repeated "Haan bhabhi ... kiya aapne..."
She bit her quivering lips and continued "Mujhe ... mujhe pata hai maine aapko ... aapko bahut dukh pahunchaaya ... aapse paise lene se inkaar karke..." "Nahi bhabhi ... aisi koi baat nahi hai..." I interrupted her, trying to sound casual. She shook her head again and said "Nahi ... aap jhoot bol sakte ho ... par aapki aankhen ... aur ... aur aapke aasoon ... jhoot nahi bol sakte..." a precious drop of tear rolling down her cheek again. To my amazement, she slid down the sofa and sat down on the floor beside my knees, supporting herself on her knees and haunches.
Before I could react, she took both my hands in hers and buried her face in my palms; an action tha caused her ripe full breasts also to press against my knees. "Mujhse galti ho gayi Jignesh bhai ... mujhse galti ho gayi ... aapko samajhne mein ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar do..." she pleaded, rolling her head from side to side in my palms. This little encounter with the luscious Alka bhabhi was becoming more or a tearjerker than Ekta Kapoor's lousy soap serials, and I could only shake my head in frustration.
"Bhabhi..." I cried hoarsely, forcefully lifting her bleary face from my hands and getting her to look up at me. "Ab bas karo ... mujhe aur sharminda mat karo aap ... please..." I said with some earnesty in my voice. Wiping the tears from her face, she forced a smile on her face, and said "Maine aapki baat sun li na Jignesh bhai ... ab ... ab aap meri baat nahi sunenge..." "Zaroor sunoonga, bhabhi ... zaroor sunoonga..." I said, wiping away my own tears irritably. I was quite irritated with myself now, since this little emotional melodrama had gone on for far too long now.
All I wanted was to feast on her milk-swollen breasts and fuck her; and here I was, shedding tears along with her. "Ab aap please uthiye..." I said to her with urgency, tugging at her shoulders. She complied immediately and raised herself to sit by my side on the couch once again. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapko der nahi ho rahi hai ... aapki baby..." looking at her questioningly. "Nahi Jignesh ... aap chinta mat karo ... main usko doodh pilaakar aayi thhi ... aur woh agar utth bhi gayi to Mayuri ben usko bottle se doodh pila degi..." she said matter or factly. Heaing her talk so freely about breast-feeding her baby, my cock gave another lurch inside my pants.
Her hands which were lying in my lap, felt the movement of my hardness inside my slacks, and she looked up at me quickly with an expression of understanding in her eyes. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, her fingers applying some pressure on the hard lump protruding from my slacks. I just let out a deep sigh and looked at her with an expression that conveyed my helplessness. She was sitting on my left side on the couch. Without a word, she pulled aside the pallu of her saree once again, and taking my hand in hers, pressed it to her swollen right breast again.
This time, my fingers automatically closed around the pliant yet firm flesh of her milk-filled breasts; and even when she let go off my hand, I did not remove my hand from her breast. Gazing into my eyes intently, she whispered softly "Blouse kholoon main, Jignesh bhai ... sorry ... Jignesh..." correcting herself yet again. "Haan..." I managed to gasp somehow. Responding with alacrity, she tucked the parted pallu of her saree under her chin, and began to open the hooks of her tightly stretched blouse. I noted that she had started to open her blouse with the hook at the bottom, as against starting from top like most other women did. I figured it was on account of the fact that she was used to doing it that way when opening her blouse to breastfeed her baby.
My mouth was dry as I stared in rapt attention as the hooks came undone one by one. As the hooks of her blouse came undone and she opened the flaps of her tight blouse, I was presented with the sight of conservative white bra stretched to the limit by the disproportionately swollen breasts. The wet patch caused by her milk secretion from her lactating breasts that had permeated through to her blouse, was much bigger on her bra, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipple under the cotton fabric of her white nursing bra.
Still holding her chin down to keep the pallu from slipping over her torso, she glanced up at me as if checking my reaction. I met her eyes only for a fraction and inadvertently licked my dry lips. She'd worn her bra loose, ostensibly on the last hook of the strap, which probably made it easier for her to pull up the bra when feeding her baby. Even before my hungry eyes could get their fill of the sight of her bra-covered swollen breasts, she hunched her shoulders and slipping her fingers under the cup of her bra, pulled it up to bare those magnificent breasts to me.
My jaw dropped and my throat went dry at the sight presented to me. This had to be the most erotic pair of breasts I'd seen apart from those of the busty teenage Sejal; and I couldn't help but compare it to hers. Like Sejal, Alkha bhabhi's skin was incredibly fair. But that's where the similarities ended. While Sejal was plump with adolescent baby fat, Alka bhabhi was of a slender built. In spite of the two pregnancies, her waist would not have been more than 27" at the most.
Her belly was not taut and firm, as was to be expcted in a woman who'd delivered a child only 7 months back, but still was not flabby. In the sitting position, there were only two moderate folds on her fleshy belly. But what took the cake were those incredibly erotic breasts. As I've said numerous times earlier, they were swollen disproportionately on account of the milk they held. By the sight I could make out that her bra was only a regulation 34-C, but her breasts were swollen to a mouth watering 34-D cup now. They were obviously not naturally round shaped like Sejal's breasts were, but were still swollen towards the tip.
In other words, what would have been ripe 34-C mango-shaped breasts in her normal state were now swollen 34-D papaya shaped mammaries on account of her post-pregnant status. Inspite of being so heavy with milk, they did not sag but just rested heavily on her slender chest. The base of her breasts was smaller in comparison to the tips of them; which were swollen disproportionately like water filled balloons. The milky white alabaster complexion of the rest of her body was shared by her breasts too, and I could see the lines of blue veins under the skin.
Her bursting breasts were capped by a pair of mouth watering pinkish nipples, the same color as her lips. The rupee coin sized aereolas were only a shade darker than the fair complexion of her breasts. The wetness caused by the milk which had oozed out of her erect nipples made them glisten in the light, causing me to lick my lips as I gazed at them with unadulterated desire. Realizing that I was mesmerized by the sight of her milky white breasts, I pulled my eyes away to look at her face.
She was just looking at me with the same tender expression, continuing to hold the pallu of her saree parted with one hand, while holding the bra up with the other. What more could one ask for, I thought to myself, seeing the way this innocent lovely 27-year old housewife sat in front of me, baring her milky swollen breasts to me. Continuing to look into my eyes with a aroused yet shy expression, she involuntarily hefted her right breast in the palm of her hand and squeezed them gently; an action which caused a small drop of white milky fluid to ooze out of her erect nipple.
I had always fantasized about this moment, and my hand automatically squeezed my hardness through my slacks. Clearing her throat, she said in a low voice "Maine ... aane se pehle ... meri baby ko ... apna ... apna doodh nahi pilaaya thha ... maine usko bottle se doodh pilaaya thha..." continuing to gaze at me lovingly, even as she held her right tit cupped in her palm. "Main ... maine ... apna doodh aapke liye bacha ke rakha thha, Jignesh bhai..." she said in almost a whisper. "Aap ... aap mera doodh piyenge na, Jignesh bhai..." she asked in a husky whisper, straightening her back and offering me her cupped swollen breasts.
These were the words I'd been dying to hear, and with a groan I reached out and touched her hot milky breasts tenderly. At the touch of my hands, she sighed and lent forward, trying to press her breast into my hand. I ran my shivering hands all over her swollen breasts, feeling the hot flesh singe my palms. Part of me wanted to squeeze her breast-milk filled mammaries roughly, but I held myself back. Instead, I just slid my palm under her ripe breast and hefted them, feeling their heaviness, and ran my thumb around her erect glistening wet nipple.
Reaching out to touch my face with her slender fingers, she whispered with arousal "Aao ... Jignesh bhai ... meri god mein let jaao..." This was my fantasy coming true, and as she slid back on the couch and lifted her left leg on to the couch to create a comfortable lap for me to lie down in, I swallowed instinctively. With her hand gently supporting my head, I bent forward and lay down in her lap, pulling my legs up on to the couch in the process. She cradled my head in the crook of her arm and I was blessed with the feel of her hot full breasts brush against my cheek.
On a sudden thought, she said "Aap apna t-shirt utaar do, Jignesh bhai ... warna..." her eyes conveying the rest. With her help, I somehow pulled the t-shirt off my head, baring my muscular chest and torso to her view. Her eyes looked at my chest with desire, and she inadvertently touched my chest with her soft hands, her fingers tracing lines on my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the musky aroma of breastmilk assailed my nostrils, making my cock twitch with anticipation.
Cradling my head in her left arm, she leaned forward, and cupping her left swollen breast, squeezed it gently, her fingers moving in a sliding motion from the base of her breast to the swollen tip. As she did that, a drop of thin white fluid oozed out of her thick erect nipple. Then, to my complete arousal, she wiped the drop of breast milk from her nipple with her finger, and touched the finger to my lips! "Mera doodh, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a hoarse whisper, wetting my dry lips with her breast milk. "Bhabhi..." I groaned, and opened my mouth to suck on her finger.
It was watery, and tasted sweet; nothing likeI had ever tasted before. The taste was not entirely agreeable, but I was too aroused to care. Then to my amazement, she extracted a crumpled handkerchief from her waist, and squeezing her ripe breast repeatedly, made some of her breast milk squirt out of her turgid nipple on to the napkin. When I looked at her questioningly, she just smile shyly and said in a low voice "Thhoda sa nikaal doongi to acchha rahega..." I figured it was the same reason why cattle breeders discarded the first few squirts of milk when they milked a cow.
Discarding the napkin, she cupped her breast again and raising my head towards her swollen breasts, said "Ab pee lo, beta..." The motherly way in which she addressed me as 'beta' aroused me to know end. With a groan, I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple and began to greedily suckle on it. "Shhh..." she whispered, cradling my head and caressing my hair as I began the task of sucking on a young mother's breast milk for the first time in my life.
The milk was warm, and it was too watery and sweet for my liking, but I was beside myself with lust by now. I felt her arch her back, and let out a soft sigh of contentment, as she felt my mouth suck on her painfully swollen milk-laden breasts. She kept making soft cooing sounds, as if she was feeding her own infant. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out with my hand and cupped her free right breast. Squeezing them hard, I was rewarded by at first a little dribble, and then a sharp squirt of thin white breast milk land on my chest.
I shivered when the warm liquid landed on my chest, and letting go of her nipple, hissed "Sorry bhabhi..." "Shh ... koi baat nahi ... karo Jignesh bhai..." taking my hand and pressing it to her free right breast again. When I squeezed again, I saw her wince with pain and close her eyes. Alarmed I pulled my hand away. Opening her eyes, she smiled at me ever so tenderly, and said in a low whisper "Jab bahut zyaada doodh bhar jaata hai ... to ... thhoda sa dard hota hai ... is liye ... jab aise dabaakar ... ya chooskar ... doodh baahar nilaalte hain ... to bahut raahat milti hai..." by way of explanation. "Dariye mat, Jignesh bhai ... dabaaiye na..." she urged in a low whisper, guiding my hand to her breast again. Then to encourage me further, she herself cupped her right breast and squeezed it again in a pumping motion starting from the base and ending at the tip, causing a fresh squirt of her warm breast milk to spray on to my chest.
Seeing my body shiver at the feel of her milk falling on me, she asked quicky "Aapko ganda lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." stopping her squeezing of the breast. "Nahi bhabhi ... nahi ... please..." I hissed back. Hearing this, she smiled, and once again began to squeeze her milk out of those swollen breasts and spray them on my chest and belly. "Mere moonh par bhi, bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my eyes staring intently at the way the milk was being squeezed out of her delicious breasts. Sighing, she said softly "Aankh band kar leejiye, Jignesh bhai..." looking into my eyes.
Thinking that she was ashamed of me watching her squirt her milk on me like this, I closed my eyes, a touch disappointed. She seemed to read my mind, and leaning forward to rub her erect wet nipple on my lips, said softly "Agar mera doodh aapki aankho mein gira to aapki aankhe jalengi, Jignesh bhai ... isliye kaha maine..." "Oh bhabhi ... please ... ruko mat..." I groaned, reaching up to roughly fondle her swollen milk glands again. "Ssss..." she hissed, as she cupped both her breasts together, and squeezed them hard, sending squirts of the thin warm milk spraying on to my chest and face. I marveled at her concern for these little details, and opened my mouth to let out a content sigh of "Ahhh..." enjoying the sensation of my milk spraying my face.
My cock was rock hard by now, and as I reached down to squeeze it under my slacks, she caught my hand. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, there was an expression of lust in her eyes. "Bhabhi ... mera bhi ... ab bahut bhar gaya hai ... isliye taqleef ho rahi hai..." I said indicating that my cock was aching for a release now. "Jaanti hoon, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered softly " ... aapki yahi taqleef door karne ke liye to aapki bhabhi aapke paas aayi hai..." a very aroused look in her eyes. With these words, she reached down to my crotch, and gently rubbed her palm over the lump in my slacks.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic waist band of my slacks, she began to try to push it down. I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and lowering my slacks along with the boxers, with both my hands. My rock hard cock, free of the restraining confines, sprang out like an angry cobra and slapped against my belly. The swollen tip was crimson with blood, and it was glistening in the light with the copious amounts of pre-cum that I'd already secreted. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, her eyes gazing at my steely hard wet slimy cock with desire and arousal.
Raising my head again to press it against her breasts, she then took hold of my erect phallus in her soft hands, and began to rub it gently. "Bhabhiiiii..." I groaned, almost biting her nipples. "Haan beta..." she responded with passion, tightening her grip on my hard cock, and began to stroke it gently. Gazing down, I watched with raw lust, as her slender white fingers were wrapped around my thick shaft, and pumping it ever so gently; her glass bangles making a tinkling sound. Arching my back, I stretched out my arms, and lifted my hips off the bed, as if urging her to pump me faster.
To my complete arousal, she then began to spread the liberal amount of her breast milk that had fallen on my chest and was trickling down to my belly, all over my torso in a gentle massaging motion. With the same hand wet with her milk, she took hold of my cock and began to rub stroke my cock. "Aannhhh..." I groaned. "Ek minute, beta..." she whispered urgently, pushing my head off her lap. As I lifted my head, she slid herself away from under my head and stood up from the couch. As I lay back on the couch, I watched in rapt attention at the way her swollen breast dangled and swung.
She quickly knelt down on the floor next to my pelvis, and took hold of my cock lovingly. Then without a word, she dangled those mouthwatering milk swollen breasts of hers over my throbbing cock, and cupping them again, began to squirt her warm milk on to my cock! "Ohhh bhabhiii..." I almost cried out, reaching out with my hand to try and grab one of her breasts. She was completely engrossed in the task of pleasing me now, and did not even turn to look at me. Holding my throbbing cock with one hand, she cupped one of her full breasts with the other hand and sprayed squirt after squirt of searing hot breast milk on my cock.
To Be Continued..
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