Adultery A tale of teenage lust

[ajay2005]

This story is written by hardy boys. Only repost this story by me

A tale of teenage lust

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I woke up to the sounds of the maid in the neighboring house washing clothes. As I stretched and yawned, I realized I had a morning wake-up hard on again. “Oh man”, I thought to myself, “I need to do something about this today”. Every morning, now for the one year or so, I’d been invariably waking up with a raging hard on. I am Jignesh, a 19 year old, who had just finished Class XII, having missed an year, and was waiting for his results. Summer had set in, and I was getting tired of masturbating at least thrice a day.

As I got up, I saw that my dick had made a tent in my pajamas. Clutching my rigid shaft through my pajamas, I shuffled to the window of my bedroom, and glanced out. Our house was in a colony of tenements, and my bedroom overlooked the backside washing area of the other adjacent houses, which was separated by a shoulder height compound wall.

The two young maids in the house behind were at their morning tasks, one washing clothes, and the other washing utensils, in the wash area that occupied most of the courtyard at the backside of each house. The girls were from the near-by village, and most of the villagers there were cattle raisers, supplying milk to the nearby households. They younger of the two girls were a 18-year old teenager named Pushpa, with a lithe slim brown skinned body. She had just graduated to wearing a ghagra, blouse, and choli, the most commonly worn attire by the village women, and her budding breasts just about managed to fill her blouse. 

Pushpa was a talkative little thing, and had a certain cockiness that irked me no end. She had a half smile on her angular face all the time, and loved to make flirting eye-contact with boys and men around. “Now that’s a cocky little bitch, I’d love to fuck”, I thought to myself, as I slowly rubbed my cock through the pajamas. The two girls were chattering away gaily, as they went about their work, sitting on their haunches, with their ghagras raised up above their knees.

But it was the older of the two that had my attention. She was a new one in the colony, and had been working as domestic help in the house behind for a little less than a month now. I hadn’t heard her name yet. She was a dark skinned girl, with big round eyes, and thick pouting lips. What had grabbed my attention was the way her breasts strained against the thin cotton blouse she wore. These village girls never wore a bra, and so the natural shape of their breasts could be seen in the blouse. “Now that’s probably a 32-C”, I thought to myself as I continued to watch. The older girl was of average built, and her breasts were of the firm mango shape, with a conical shape to them. She had long black hair that hung behind her back in a single long braid. She too wore the same attire of a ghagra, choli, and blouse.

The girls often bathed in the courtyard at the washing area next to the water tank. This was normally in the afternoons, when most of the people in the house were asleep. I had accidentally discovered this one afternoon, and ever since I made it a point to watch them bathing every afternoon. The girls normally stripped down to only their ghagras while bathing. The effervescent Pushpa had the slim body of a blossoming teenager, with small perky breasts. While rubbing soap on her body, she would playfully cup her lemon sized breasts, and giggle while pinching her small pinkish brown nipples. But it was the other girl’s breasts that I was fascinated by. 

They were dark like the rest of her body, and unbelievably firm. Shaped like a ripe mango, they stood out on her chest like twin peaks. The highlight was the large black areolas, and her incredibly long pencil shaped black nipples. My mouth watered every time I saw those nipples, and I dreamt of sucking on them hard. While Pushpa was brazen enough to strip to her panties, the other girl was very conscious of being partially nude in front of another girl, and therefore never took off her ghagra completely. Pushpa, on the other hand, would playfully squeeze the other girl’s breasts, and pinch her nipples. As she slapped Pushpa’s hands away, I had heard Pushpa laugh, and say “When will mine become as big as yours, Rani?” “Oh, so her name is Rani”, I said to myself.

As I watched them go about their work, my hard-on started throbbing painfully, as I thought of how they looked while having their bath. I pulled myself away from the window, as I needed to relieve myself. I had discovered that my morning wake-up hard-on subsided once I had taken a pee. As I dragged myself towards the toilet, I remembered I had yet again forgotten to buy milk.

I was alone at home these days. Due to some rather recent astonishing developments, my parents had gone to their home town, and would be there at least for a few months. My maternal grandmother had passed away recently, and she had left behind in her will, and unbelievably large amount of money and many acres of land, to her only daughter, which was my mother. This had changed the fortunes of my family overnight, and from an ordinary bank clerk, Mr. Desai, my father had suddenly become a crorepati. Her dying wish had been to ask her son-in-law to relinquish his job, and come and take care of their vast estate in the village. My father was more than happy to do that, and thus they had left for the village to take care of the legal work, and oversee some harvesting work in the cotton fields. My mother had obviously accompanied him.

But the clincher for me was the surprise my grand mother had left for him. Being her only grandson, she had arranged for a sum of Rupees Thirty Thousand to be paid to me every month as pocket money! Thirty thousand rupees a month! As I pissed in the toilet, I grinned to myself thinking of my good fortune again. Also, she had instructed his father to buy me the Yamaha RX-100 bike that I had been craving for so much. And today, I was to go to the dealer to pick up my brand new bike. My grin widened as he thought of the immense potential owning a bike would open up for me. “Now I am sure that bitch Rekha is going to give me ‘bhaav’”, I thought to himself. Rekha was the hottest girl in the neighborhood, and never gave much attention to me, as I could never afford to buy her gifts, or take her to movies.

My mother was prone to gossiping with the neighborhood women, and so almost all of them knew of the good fortune that had befallen the Desai family. And overnight, I had become ‘Jignesh bhai’ from just ‘Jignesh” for all the ladies in the neighborhood, and their ‘ladla’. And this included all the ‘aunties’ I lusted for too. Kalpana aunty, Sarla bhabhi, Mayuri ben, and all the other neighborhood ladies had suddenly become very concerned about how ‘poor’ Jignesh was managing all alone without his mother to take care of him.

Kalpana aunty was the 42-year old wife of Jatin bhai, who ran a business in the city of collecting and selling scrap. They lived in the house behind, and it is at their house that the two village girls (Pushpa & Rani) worked as domestic servants. Like most other low income group folks in the colony, they too were not very well off. Jatin bhai’s prized possession was a rickety old Bajaj scooter, which he had bought second-hand from another scrap dealer. He was a fat, overweight, pot bellied slob, and I often wondered how he managed to have sex with his wife, with such a big pot belly in the way. 

They had two children: a son, Dharmesh, who was 19, and was staying with his aunt in another town, and studying there; and Jigna, a daughter who was 16, and was in Class X. To augment their meager income, Kalpana aunty cooked home-made food (roti, dal, rice etc.) and supplied it to near-by households. My mother had asked Kalpana aunty to provide meals for me also, and she came to the house to deliver the tiffin box, twice a day at lunch and dinner. Kalpana aunty was a kind hearted woman, who often bought home made sweets for me, along with my food. Getting a regular customer like the now rich Mr. Desai’s son was a boon for her.


To be continued ...

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Last edited by HardyBoys : 19th February 2012 at 12:52 AM. Reason: Conversations marked in italics

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