19-12-2018, 09:58 AM
Part - 47
My stiff cock gave an involuntary twitch inside my underwear, and I felt a bit of my pre-cum also ooze out of the slit of my swollent cock. I was sorely tempted to slide my hand inside her panty, and thrust my middle finger into the young Gunjan's tender aroused vagina. Somehow, I managed to control myself, and instead, just began to run my finger along the flat lips of her pussy, through her wet cotton panties, seeking for the slit of her cunt, through what seemed like a liberal thatch of crinkly pubic hair. Not wanting to do anything that might alarm her, I shifted my attention back to the sexy Amisha.
Amisha had by now, hunched her shoulders together, and she was pressing her chin to my fore arm, where my arm was dbangd over her shoulder, my hand inside her shirt. Though Amisha did not have the heavily built structure of her elder sister, Seema, she had still inherited the incredible firmness of breasts that both sisters seemed to be blessed with. As my fingers squeezed and gently kneaded her incredibly firm teenage tits through her bra, I realized that her tender young breasts were in fact firmer than those of my darling Jigna.
Suddenly, visions of the last night I had spent with Jigna and Kalpana aunty flashed before my eyes, and the fingers of both my hands squeezed so hard on Amisha's breasts and Gunjan's vagina on either side of me, that I felt both girls shudder and twitch in their seats. Letting out a deep breath, I willed myself to be under control.
All of a sudden, the screen in the hall went blank, plunging the hall into complete darkness. There were hoots on whistles from the street rowdies in the front seats, and after a prolonged pause, the overhead lights in the hall slowly came on. Taking advantage of the confusion all around, I smoothly pulled my hands away from under Gunjan's skirt and inside Amisha's shirt.
An attendant came into the hall and announced to the public that the projector inside the cinema hall had failed, and so the show was being cancelled. There were groans from the crowd, and shouts from people demanding a refund. In the ensuing melee to get out of the hall, I caught Amisha hastily buttoning up her shirt, even as Gunjan smoothed her skirt, and stood up nervously.
As the crowd streamed out of the hall, I thought to myself that perhaps it was good that the movie had been interrupted. For I didn't know what I might have ended up doing with the two girls in that dark movie hall, had we spent any more time inside. Groping both these girls simultaneously in the dark was fraught with risk, and it was good that I was forced to put an end to it, before one of the two saw what I was up to with the other.
As we came out into the brightness of the day, I could see that Amisha seemed to be well in control of herself. Beyond a faint smile that was playing on her lips, there was nothing else that could betray her emotions. Gunjan, on the other hand, was fidgety as hell. Her thin slender face was flushed, and she avoided looking at me. I kept up some casual banter, as we came out of the movie hall, and headed to the parking lot.
On the way back to the shop where we'd parked the two girls' bicycles, I could feel that Gunjan was tense; by the way she sat stiffly in between me and Amisha. She was trying her best not to let her body press against mine, quashed as she was in between us, and I wondered if I'd gone too far with this sweet innocent girl. Once we reached the shop, and the girls got off my bike, Amisha asked me if she could get a bottle of water to drink from the shop.
"Of course, dear..." I replied, as I extracted some money from my wallet and handed it to her to by the bottle of water. As Amisha trotted away towards the shop, I turned towards Gunjan and asked her "Gunjan, are you alright... ?" my voice soft and full of concern. She'd just been standing there awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and looked startled when I asked her the question.
"Ohh, no ... I mean ... yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." she mumbled, swallowing repeatedly and stammering a bit. I was silent for a while, as I looked at her, trying to read her mind. Amisha was still at the shop counter with her back towards us, and taking a chance, I reached out quickly to take Gunjan's hand in mine.
Squeezing her thin bony fingers in my hand, I said softly "Gunjan ... remember what I told you the first day we met ... that you were the liveliest and most cheerful girl in your group ... and that's why I like you so much... ?" She just stood there, staring at her dainty feet, fidgeting with her skirt. "Do you remember, Gunjan... ?" I repeated, squeezing her fingers again.
Raising her head, she answered in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." nodding her head like the young teenage college girl that she was. Taking her hand in both my hands, I caressed the back of her palm gently and continued "So ... if you are no longer your lively and cheerful self ... and that too on account of something I have done ... then ... I would like to tell you that I am really sorry ... and that I will make sure I will not do anything like this again..." my voice soft and earnest.
As I paused, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but I cut her off and said "I love that lively and cheerful girl I met that day ... and if something I have done because I like that girl so much makes that girl sad and silent ... then I don't want to do that..." I said with finality. Even as I was speaking, she was shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to tell me something. Once I finished and let go of her hand, she opened her mouth again, but just couldn't get herself to speak.
"Ohh, bhaiyaa..." I finally heard her say in a barely audible whisper " ... it's not that ... it's not what you think ... I ... I..." as she struggled to get her confilicting thoughts in order. She couldn't speak any further for Amisha had returned by then, and I quickly changed the topic. We chatted for a few more minutes, before the girls went and fetched their college bags from the shopkeeper. As both of them came out pushing their bicycles to where I sat on my bike, I could see that Gunjan was trying to catch my eye.
When I looked at her, I saw that she was trying to tell me something with those big wide eyes of hers. Finally, she came up to me, and said "Thank you so much, bhaiyyaa ... for taking me to for the movie ... and ... and for everything else also..." eventually managing a smile shy, even as she extended her hand to shake my hand. As I took her hand in mine to accept her thanks, I felt her give my hand an extra hard squeeze, even as she looked into my eyes and said "Bhaiyya ... thank you once again..."
I smiled warmly at her, and said to her warmly "I'll look forward to meeting you again someday, Gunjan..." squeezing her hand in return. The blush that came on her face and her instinctive giggle as she replied "Yes, bhaiyya ... sure..." somewhat relieved me. With that, she got onto her bicycle and pedaled off, leaving me and Jigna standing there. As soon as Gunjan departed, Amisha turned to me and asked "Bhaiyya ... can I leave my cycle here ... and come with you on the bike... ?" smiling excitedly at me. Though I was surprised by her sudden request, I smiled and replied smoothly "Oh, sure baby ... as long as you are able to explain to your mother what happened to your cycle..."
Throwing her head back with a laugh, she pirouetted on her feet as she replied "Oh, don't worry about that, bhaiyya ... I will just tell her that the tyre got punctured ... and so Jignesh bhaiyya saw me ... and gave me a lift..." grinning broadly. I laughed out at the simple ingenuity of this hot sexy teenager. "Alright ... hop on then..." I said with a chuckle, as I kicked my bike to life. With a little exclamation of joy, Jigna hopped on to my bike, and unabashedly wrapped her arms around my belly, once again pressing those incredibly firm young ripe breasts of hers to my back.
As we rode back, Amisha's hands slid down my belly on to my crotch, and when she felt the lump of my cock under my jeans, her fingers squeezed around the shaft through the thick denim. I almost lost control of the bike, and as the bike swerved crazily on the rode, I exclaimed "Baby, don't do that ... or both of us are going to land up at the hospital..." laughing at the same time. She too giggled sexily, and resting her chin on my right shoulder, said "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... it's because of me, na..." her tone coquettish, as she once again pressed her firm young breasts to my back.
Without waiting for me to answer, she continued "Bhaiyyaa ... you know ... I ... I'm also ... umm ... so ... umm ... I mean ... my panty ... it's so ... umm ... wet there..." her tone teasing yet shy, as she snuggled up closer behind my back, and nuzzled her cheeks against my ears. Hearing this sexy 17-year old teenage college girl admit to me that she was wet, turned me on no end, and I responded "Well ... I don't know yet, do I..." chuckling at her. "No, really ... I am..." she protested automatically, before the meaning of what I had said dawned upon her. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, giggling sexily again, and giving my turgid cock one more squeeze through the thick denim of my jeans.
Soon, we reached Amisha's house, and as Amisha jumped off the bike, I said to her "OK, baby ... I'll see you later then..." Clutching my hand, she exclaimed "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... come inside no ... please ... just for a little while..." tilting her sexy face to one side, and pleading sexily to me, her lips pouting. Just as I was about to decline, the door of their house opened, and Mayuri ben came out. She was dressed in one of her trademark white sarees, with a white blouse, and she was peering from above her matronly glasses at who it was.
Upon seeing me, her broad weather-beaten face crinkled into a big smile as she beamed "Arre ... Jignesh beta ... what a surprise ... come in ... come in..." opening the gate of their verandah. Taking off my helmet, I smiled at her and replied "Umm, some other time, aunty ... I just came to drop Amisha ... I saw her walking back ... and thought I'd give her a lift..." rattling out the little lie that we'd thought up on the way. As Mayuri ben looked at her daughter questioningly, I said "Her cycle had got punctured, aunty ... so I told her to leave it at the co-operative store ... and come with me..." taking the initiative to complete the story. "Ohh, acchhaa..." she exclaimed, nodding her head in understanding.
"At least come in for a cup of tea, beta..." she persisted, taking off her old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses, and letting it hang around her neck on the string. "Yes ... yes ... come in for a little while no, bhaiyyaa..." Amisha chimed, tugging at my hands. Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Aah ... how can I refuse an offer for tea from you, aunty..." my eyes twinkling merrily, as I saw Mayuri ben beam. As I entered their house, Amisha skipped into ther house, and flinging her college bag on the battered old couch, she proceeded to flop down on the sofa.
"Amisha..." Mayuri ben snapped at her daughter sharply " ... how many times have I told you to go put your bag in your room ... and to take off your shoes first..." the nagging mother taking over. "OK ... OK, mummy..." Amisha groaned, her sexy lips pouting in protest again, as she dragged herself up from the couch, and picked up her college bag. "And don't come out without washing your hands, feet, and face..." Mayuri ben ordered her. As Amisha sulked, and went into her room, muttering under her breath, Mayuri ben turned to me in said "Come inside na, beta..." as she walked into the kitchen to make tea for me. As I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes were once again drawn to her massive ass, as it swayed under her plain white saree.
My stiff cock gave an involuntary twitch inside my underwear, and I felt a bit of my pre-cum also ooze out of the slit of my swollent cock. I was sorely tempted to slide my hand inside her panty, and thrust my middle finger into the young Gunjan's tender aroused vagina. Somehow, I managed to control myself, and instead, just began to run my finger along the flat lips of her pussy, through her wet cotton panties, seeking for the slit of her cunt, through what seemed like a liberal thatch of crinkly pubic hair. Not wanting to do anything that might alarm her, I shifted my attention back to the sexy Amisha.
Amisha had by now, hunched her shoulders together, and she was pressing her chin to my fore arm, where my arm was dbangd over her shoulder, my hand inside her shirt. Though Amisha did not have the heavily built structure of her elder sister, Seema, she had still inherited the incredible firmness of breasts that both sisters seemed to be blessed with. As my fingers squeezed and gently kneaded her incredibly firm teenage tits through her bra, I realized that her tender young breasts were in fact firmer than those of my darling Jigna.
Suddenly, visions of the last night I had spent with Jigna and Kalpana aunty flashed before my eyes, and the fingers of both my hands squeezed so hard on Amisha's breasts and Gunjan's vagina on either side of me, that I felt both girls shudder and twitch in their seats. Letting out a deep breath, I willed myself to be under control.
All of a sudden, the screen in the hall went blank, plunging the hall into complete darkness. There were hoots on whistles from the street rowdies in the front seats, and after a prolonged pause, the overhead lights in the hall slowly came on. Taking advantage of the confusion all around, I smoothly pulled my hands away from under Gunjan's skirt and inside Amisha's shirt.
An attendant came into the hall and announced to the public that the projector inside the cinema hall had failed, and so the show was being cancelled. There were groans from the crowd, and shouts from people demanding a refund. In the ensuing melee to get out of the hall, I caught Amisha hastily buttoning up her shirt, even as Gunjan smoothed her skirt, and stood up nervously.
As the crowd streamed out of the hall, I thought to myself that perhaps it was good that the movie had been interrupted. For I didn't know what I might have ended up doing with the two girls in that dark movie hall, had we spent any more time inside. Groping both these girls simultaneously in the dark was fraught with risk, and it was good that I was forced to put an end to it, before one of the two saw what I was up to with the other.
As we came out into the brightness of the day, I could see that Amisha seemed to be well in control of herself. Beyond a faint smile that was playing on her lips, there was nothing else that could betray her emotions. Gunjan, on the other hand, was fidgety as hell. Her thin slender face was flushed, and she avoided looking at me. I kept up some casual banter, as we came out of the movie hall, and headed to the parking lot.
On the way back to the shop where we'd parked the two girls' bicycles, I could feel that Gunjan was tense; by the way she sat stiffly in between me and Amisha. She was trying her best not to let her body press against mine, quashed as she was in between us, and I wondered if I'd gone too far with this sweet innocent girl. Once we reached the shop, and the girls got off my bike, Amisha asked me if she could get a bottle of water to drink from the shop.
"Of course, dear..." I replied, as I extracted some money from my wallet and handed it to her to by the bottle of water. As Amisha trotted away towards the shop, I turned towards Gunjan and asked her "Gunjan, are you alright... ?" my voice soft and full of concern. She'd just been standing there awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and looked startled when I asked her the question.
"Ohh, no ... I mean ... yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." she mumbled, swallowing repeatedly and stammering a bit. I was silent for a while, as I looked at her, trying to read her mind. Amisha was still at the shop counter with her back towards us, and taking a chance, I reached out quickly to take Gunjan's hand in mine.
Squeezing her thin bony fingers in my hand, I said softly "Gunjan ... remember what I told you the first day we met ... that you were the liveliest and most cheerful girl in your group ... and that's why I like you so much... ?" She just stood there, staring at her dainty feet, fidgeting with her skirt. "Do you remember, Gunjan... ?" I repeated, squeezing her fingers again.
Raising her head, she answered in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." nodding her head like the young teenage college girl that she was. Taking her hand in both my hands, I caressed the back of her palm gently and continued "So ... if you are no longer your lively and cheerful self ... and that too on account of something I have done ... then ... I would like to tell you that I am really sorry ... and that I will make sure I will not do anything like this again..." my voice soft and earnest.
As I paused, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but I cut her off and said "I love that lively and cheerful girl I met that day ... and if something I have done because I like that girl so much makes that girl sad and silent ... then I don't want to do that..." I said with finality. Even as I was speaking, she was shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to tell me something. Once I finished and let go of her hand, she opened her mouth again, but just couldn't get herself to speak.
"Ohh, bhaiyaa..." I finally heard her say in a barely audible whisper " ... it's not that ... it's not what you think ... I ... I..." as she struggled to get her confilicting thoughts in order. She couldn't speak any further for Amisha had returned by then, and I quickly changed the topic. We chatted for a few more minutes, before the girls went and fetched their college bags from the shopkeeper. As both of them came out pushing their bicycles to where I sat on my bike, I could see that Gunjan was trying to catch my eye.
When I looked at her, I saw that she was trying to tell me something with those big wide eyes of hers. Finally, she came up to me, and said "Thank you so much, bhaiyyaa ... for taking me to for the movie ... and ... and for everything else also..." eventually managing a smile shy, even as she extended her hand to shake my hand. As I took her hand in mine to accept her thanks, I felt her give my hand an extra hard squeeze, even as she looked into my eyes and said "Bhaiyya ... thank you once again..."
I smiled warmly at her, and said to her warmly "I'll look forward to meeting you again someday, Gunjan..." squeezing her hand in return. The blush that came on her face and her instinctive giggle as she replied "Yes, bhaiyya ... sure..." somewhat relieved me. With that, she got onto her bicycle and pedaled off, leaving me and Jigna standing there. As soon as Gunjan departed, Amisha turned to me and asked "Bhaiyya ... can I leave my cycle here ... and come with you on the bike... ?" smiling excitedly at me. Though I was surprised by her sudden request, I smiled and replied smoothly "Oh, sure baby ... as long as you are able to explain to your mother what happened to your cycle..."
Throwing her head back with a laugh, she pirouetted on her feet as she replied "Oh, don't worry about that, bhaiyya ... I will just tell her that the tyre got punctured ... and so Jignesh bhaiyya saw me ... and gave me a lift..." grinning broadly. I laughed out at the simple ingenuity of this hot sexy teenager. "Alright ... hop on then..." I said with a chuckle, as I kicked my bike to life. With a little exclamation of joy, Jigna hopped on to my bike, and unabashedly wrapped her arms around my belly, once again pressing those incredibly firm young ripe breasts of hers to my back.
As we rode back, Amisha's hands slid down my belly on to my crotch, and when she felt the lump of my cock under my jeans, her fingers squeezed around the shaft through the thick denim. I almost lost control of the bike, and as the bike swerved crazily on the rode, I exclaimed "Baby, don't do that ... or both of us are going to land up at the hospital..." laughing at the same time. She too giggled sexily, and resting her chin on my right shoulder, said "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... it's because of me, na..." her tone coquettish, as she once again pressed her firm young breasts to my back.
Without waiting for me to answer, she continued "Bhaiyyaa ... you know ... I ... I'm also ... umm ... so ... umm ... I mean ... my panty ... it's so ... umm ... wet there..." her tone teasing yet shy, as she snuggled up closer behind my back, and nuzzled her cheeks against my ears. Hearing this sexy 17-year old teenage college girl admit to me that she was wet, turned me on no end, and I responded "Well ... I don't know yet, do I..." chuckling at her. "No, really ... I am..." she protested automatically, before the meaning of what I had said dawned upon her. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, giggling sexily again, and giving my turgid cock one more squeeze through the thick denim of my jeans.
Soon, we reached Amisha's house, and as Amisha jumped off the bike, I said to her "OK, baby ... I'll see you later then..." Clutching my hand, she exclaimed "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... come inside no ... please ... just for a little while..." tilting her sexy face to one side, and pleading sexily to me, her lips pouting. Just as I was about to decline, the door of their house opened, and Mayuri ben came out. She was dressed in one of her trademark white sarees, with a white blouse, and she was peering from above her matronly glasses at who it was.
Upon seeing me, her broad weather-beaten face crinkled into a big smile as she beamed "Arre ... Jignesh beta ... what a surprise ... come in ... come in..." opening the gate of their verandah. Taking off my helmet, I smiled at her and replied "Umm, some other time, aunty ... I just came to drop Amisha ... I saw her walking back ... and thought I'd give her a lift..." rattling out the little lie that we'd thought up on the way. As Mayuri ben looked at her daughter questioningly, I said "Her cycle had got punctured, aunty ... so I told her to leave it at the co-operative store ... and come with me..." taking the initiative to complete the story. "Ohh, acchhaa..." she exclaimed, nodding her head in understanding.
"At least come in for a cup of tea, beta..." she persisted, taking off her old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses, and letting it hang around her neck on the string. "Yes ... yes ... come in for a little while no, bhaiyyaa..." Amisha chimed, tugging at my hands. Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Aah ... how can I refuse an offer for tea from you, aunty..." my eyes twinkling merrily, as I saw Mayuri ben beam. As I entered their house, Amisha skipped into ther house, and flinging her college bag on the battered old couch, she proceeded to flop down on the sofa.
"Amisha..." Mayuri ben snapped at her daughter sharply " ... how many times have I told you to go put your bag in your room ... and to take off your shoes first..." the nagging mother taking over. "OK ... OK, mummy..." Amisha groaned, her sexy lips pouting in protest again, as she dragged herself up from the couch, and picked up her college bag. "And don't come out without washing your hands, feet, and face..." Mayuri ben ordered her. As Amisha sulked, and went into her room, muttering under her breath, Mayuri ben turned to me in said "Come inside na, beta..." as she walked into the kitchen to make tea for me. As I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes were once again drawn to her massive ass, as it swayed under her plain white saree.
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