19-12-2018, 01:04 PM
Part - 62
So, when these two slutty village girls turned up at my house in the morning, it had somehow irritated me. That irritation made me more vindictive towards them than I otherwise would have been. Morever, the cockiness combined with the brazenness with which the busty Hetal was behaving, was just irking me more. I was getting the distinct feeling that she felt she could manipulate me easily, knowing fully well that I was a sucker for willing cunts.
So when she prompted me to check-out the awkward looking, but otherwise OK Rambha, something snapped inside me. Taking a deep breath to control my anger, I leaned back against the granite kitchen platform. Reaching out, I pulled the nervous Rambha towards my left side. "Stand here..." I said to her rather gruffly, indicating that I wanted her to stand next to me on my left side, with her back to the platform.
Confused, the poor girl came and stood by my side, without any protest. Though she had average sized 32-C tits, and was hopeless in the looks department, she had one asset that seemed to more than make up for her lack of others. That was her incredibly wide and disproportionatel big ass. As with most of these rustic girls, who lived a hard life, she had a nearly flat, taut belly. But her average sized waist flared out into extremely wide hips, and that big butt.
As she came by my side, I slid my left hand behind her back, and clutching her slender waist, pulled her to my side, causing her hips to press against mine. Looking at Hetal, who stood in front of us, a confident smile on her face, I said "So, Hetal ... you want me to help your friend here, is it... ?" my tone challenging. She was a bit surprised at the tone of my voice, but nevertheless, she smiled, and nodding enthusiastically, replied "Yes, sahib..." that cocky confident smile still on her plump face.
"So, what can you do for me... ?" I asked her, speaking slowly and clearly. "Oh, she will do anything you want, sahib..." Hetal replied almost instantly, trying earnestly to convince me of her friend's ability to please me. "I'm not talking about her ... I'm talking about you ... what you can do for me... ?" I shot back, dismissing her recommendations.
"Me... ???" Hetal asked automatically, not sure if she'd heard me right. "That's right ... you..." I answered coolly, continuing to hold the now thoroughly confused Rambha by her waist at my side. A flustered look came on the busty Hetal's broad, blunt face, and as she fiddled with the single short braid of her crinkly bronzed hair, that lay on her left shoulder, she replied "Unhh ... anything you want, sir..." some doubt creeping into her voice now.
"So, Hetal ... you are willing to do anything I want ... for me to help your friend here..." I stated again, speaking slowly and clearly, wanting to drive home the point. "Umm ... yes ... yes, sahib..." she answered, no longer sounding confident any more. "OK, good..." I grunted, rubbing the palms of my hands together " ... take off your clothes, then..." I instructed, looking at her coolly. "Unhh ... what ... what, sahib..." she muttered through her thick lips, not sure if she'd heard me right. "You heard it ... take off your clothes..." I repeated, my tone level and cool.
She stood there fidgeting with the braid of her hair for the briefest of moments, probably wondering why I had turned on her, before she nodded, and smiling again, said "Oh, why not, sahib ... why not..." her tone taking on the seductive pitch again. Turning to look at Rambha, she said "I told you, na ... sahib likes me very much..." beaming at her friend, and using the opportunity to establish to Rambha again how much control she had over me.
Ignoring her grin, I watched silently, as she pulled the red choli off her shoulder, and with a flourish pulled it off her torso. Dropping the choli on the floor, she stood there confidently, cocking her stocky hip to one side, twirling her ghaagra around her legs, and justting her chest out proudly, to show me her overdeveloped, firm 36-C breasts, bulging inside her blouse.
Despite her cockiness, I had to hand this to her. She arguably had the largest and fimest pair of tits I had seen on an 18-year old. Jigna's friend, the lovely Sejal probably had larger breasts than Hetal, but they were nowere nearly as firm. As a result, the 18-year old Hetal's magnificent orbs sat proudly on her broad chest like twin rounded mountains; filling her newly stitched blouse very well. Given the size of her breasts, she was forced to wear a bra, something that was not a very common practice among these rustic village girls.
As she stood there in front of me, clad in only her ghaagra and blouse, her wide hips cocked to one side, and confident about her ability to attract men, I beckoned to her with my fingers to come towards me. She walked up to me, the cocky smile never leaving her face, and stopped a few inches away from me. Reaching out, I cupped one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts through the blouse, and grunted "Hmm ... nice..."
Throwing back her shoulders, and jutting her chest out, she beamed, satisfied with my response. Letting go of her, I turned towards the silent Rambha, and guided her also to stand in front of me. She smiled nervously, displaying her deformed buck teeth. I'd first heard about Rambha, when one of the neighborhood boys had told me that she would let anyone who was interested, play with her tits for as low as 20/- bucks!
Her tits were average sized, but they had an enticing conical mango shape to them. Her old yellow blouse was so worn that one could practically see through it, and she had visibly outgrown the blouse, as it was too tight around her arms and chest. Her 34-C conical breasts were just right for the size of her slender torso, and she had incredibly taut belly too.
But that's where the regularity ended, for her waist flared into incredibly wide hips, and a disproportionately large ass. Reaching out, I cupped one of Rambha's fleshy conical breasts, relishing the firmness of it, and said "Hmm ... not as big as yours..." glancing at Hetal, and pursing my lips.
Most girls would have reacted with some shyness at their tits being groped so wantonly by someone, but not these two. It showed how accustomed they were to using their bodies to get things done in their lives. "Bloody whores..." I thought to myself, even though I felt my cock growing under my towel. I could have just given these sluts some money and gotten rid of them, but for some reason, I was in a very sadomasochistic mood.
Alternately looking at the two of them, I said "OK ... take off your blouse..." my tone disinterested. Hetal responded with alacrity, and immediately began to open the hooks of her blouse. Rambha hesitated for a moment, and then seeing her friend obeying, followed suit. As Hetal opened her blouse, her cheap old-fashioned white bra, with large conservative cups came into view.
Owing to the sheer girth of her overdeveloped breasts, the bra was stretched taut across them. Pulling her blouse down her arms, she dropped them on the floor, and once again jutted her chest out, inviting me brazenly to look at them. As Rambha too slid her blouse down her arms, I noticed that the blouse was torn at the armpits. Her cheap white bra was old and frayed, and too small for her 34-C tits. As a result, the straps bit into her flesh, and were pulled upwards on the back.
As the girls looked at me expectantly, I said "The bra too..." indicating with my hands that I wanted them to take that off too. Completely in her elements, the busty Hetal smiled and immediately reached behind her back, the confident smile never leaving her face. Reaching behind her back, she quickly unclasped the hooks of her wide-strapped bra. With a practiced motion, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and pulled off her bra.
I had something like a bit of a fetish for seeing a woman bare breasted, wearing only a ghaagra or a petticoat. And as the slutty Hetal bared her magnificent 34-C breasts to me, I felt my cock become almost fully erect, protruding visibly now through the thick white towel around my waist. Hetal was quite fair compared to most of the village girls, and her big, firm, fleshy tits were almost perfect round orbs, that sat on her stocky frame without any sag. She had light brown aereolas around her thick budding nipples.
She had a spattering of freckles on her face, and there were some on her ample chest too. However, her skin was thick and rough, and desperately in need of some moisturizing. Turning my attention to Rambha, I glanced at her tits. Freed from the confines of that overtly tight bra, her conical mango-shaped breasts had tumbled out, and sat gently quivering on her chest. Despite being not as big as Hetal's, her tits were mouth-watering to say the least, and were capped by a pair of incredibly long black nipples, surrounded by small black aereolas.
I was feeling somewhat kinky now, and on a sudden impulse, walked towards my bathroom, saying to them "Wait here..." I returned a moment later, fetching a jar of Vaseline moisturizing body lotion, something that I used in the winters. Handing the Vaseline lotion to the flustered Rambha, I said "I want you to apply this on her body..." pointing towards Hetal. I saw the look of bewilderment on the two girls, as they exchanged glances, not having a clue why I had suddenly come up with this strange request.
Hetal was the first to recover, and bobbing her head enthusiastically "Yes ... yes ... why not..." before turning to Rambha and saying "Come on ... what are you waiting for ... don't waste Jignesh saheb's time..." as she walked to the stool that I'd pointed her to. As she sat down on the stool, straightening her back, her heavy firm breasts shaking enticingly, Rambha walked up to her clutching the jar of Vaseline body lotion.
I took the jar from her hand and poured a liberal amount of the moisturizing lotion into her palm, and watched as she began to apply it on Hetal's thick fleshy arms. As she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the lotion into Hetal's dry skin, her conical mango-shaped breasts jiggled enticingly. I watched, my lust mounting with each moment, as Hetal giggled and thrust her chest out, when Rambha's hands reached her breasts.
Rambha was now standing behind Hetal's back, and leaning forward slightly, as she began to massage the lotion on to Hetal's heavy overdeveloped breasts, moving her hand in circular motions. Hetal giggled, undoubtedly enjoying this strange exercise, as she felt Rambha's hand cup her heavy breasts, and massage them firmly, making her skin glisten.
Having finished with the front of Hetal's body, Rambha proceeded to repeat the same on her back, her face screwed in concentration, momentarily forgetting why they were here in the first place. As she finished with Hetal's back, she straightened, slightly flushed with the effort, her mouth watering tits heaving. "Now her legs..." I said to her hoarsely, pointing towards Hetal's legs. "Haan, sahib..." I heard Rambha answer, as she moved to the front and sat down by the side of Hetal's outstretched legs.
So, when these two slutty village girls turned up at my house in the morning, it had somehow irritated me. That irritation made me more vindictive towards them than I otherwise would have been. Morever, the cockiness combined with the brazenness with which the busty Hetal was behaving, was just irking me more. I was getting the distinct feeling that she felt she could manipulate me easily, knowing fully well that I was a sucker for willing cunts.
So when she prompted me to check-out the awkward looking, but otherwise OK Rambha, something snapped inside me. Taking a deep breath to control my anger, I leaned back against the granite kitchen platform. Reaching out, I pulled the nervous Rambha towards my left side. "Stand here..." I said to her rather gruffly, indicating that I wanted her to stand next to me on my left side, with her back to the platform.
Confused, the poor girl came and stood by my side, without any protest. Though she had average sized 32-C tits, and was hopeless in the looks department, she had one asset that seemed to more than make up for her lack of others. That was her incredibly wide and disproportionatel big ass. As with most of these rustic girls, who lived a hard life, she had a nearly flat, taut belly. But her average sized waist flared out into extremely wide hips, and that big butt.
As she came by my side, I slid my left hand behind her back, and clutching her slender waist, pulled her to my side, causing her hips to press against mine. Looking at Hetal, who stood in front of us, a confident smile on her face, I said "So, Hetal ... you want me to help your friend here, is it... ?" my tone challenging. She was a bit surprised at the tone of my voice, but nevertheless, she smiled, and nodding enthusiastically, replied "Yes, sahib..." that cocky confident smile still on her plump face.
"So, what can you do for me... ?" I asked her, speaking slowly and clearly. "Oh, she will do anything you want, sahib..." Hetal replied almost instantly, trying earnestly to convince me of her friend's ability to please me. "I'm not talking about her ... I'm talking about you ... what you can do for me... ?" I shot back, dismissing her recommendations.
"Me... ???" Hetal asked automatically, not sure if she'd heard me right. "That's right ... you..." I answered coolly, continuing to hold the now thoroughly confused Rambha by her waist at my side. A flustered look came on the busty Hetal's broad, blunt face, and as she fiddled with the single short braid of her crinkly bronzed hair, that lay on her left shoulder, she replied "Unhh ... anything you want, sir..." some doubt creeping into her voice now.
"So, Hetal ... you are willing to do anything I want ... for me to help your friend here..." I stated again, speaking slowly and clearly, wanting to drive home the point. "Umm ... yes ... yes, sahib..." she answered, no longer sounding confident any more. "OK, good..." I grunted, rubbing the palms of my hands together " ... take off your clothes, then..." I instructed, looking at her coolly. "Unhh ... what ... what, sahib..." she muttered through her thick lips, not sure if she'd heard me right. "You heard it ... take off your clothes..." I repeated, my tone level and cool.
She stood there fidgeting with the braid of her hair for the briefest of moments, probably wondering why I had turned on her, before she nodded, and smiling again, said "Oh, why not, sahib ... why not..." her tone taking on the seductive pitch again. Turning to look at Rambha, she said "I told you, na ... sahib likes me very much..." beaming at her friend, and using the opportunity to establish to Rambha again how much control she had over me.
Ignoring her grin, I watched silently, as she pulled the red choli off her shoulder, and with a flourish pulled it off her torso. Dropping the choli on the floor, she stood there confidently, cocking her stocky hip to one side, twirling her ghaagra around her legs, and justting her chest out proudly, to show me her overdeveloped, firm 36-C breasts, bulging inside her blouse.
Despite her cockiness, I had to hand this to her. She arguably had the largest and fimest pair of tits I had seen on an 18-year old. Jigna's friend, the lovely Sejal probably had larger breasts than Hetal, but they were nowere nearly as firm. As a result, the 18-year old Hetal's magnificent orbs sat proudly on her broad chest like twin rounded mountains; filling her newly stitched blouse very well. Given the size of her breasts, she was forced to wear a bra, something that was not a very common practice among these rustic village girls.
As she stood there in front of me, clad in only her ghaagra and blouse, her wide hips cocked to one side, and confident about her ability to attract men, I beckoned to her with my fingers to come towards me. She walked up to me, the cocky smile never leaving her face, and stopped a few inches away from me. Reaching out, I cupped one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts through the blouse, and grunted "Hmm ... nice..."
Throwing back her shoulders, and jutting her chest out, she beamed, satisfied with my response. Letting go of her, I turned towards the silent Rambha, and guided her also to stand in front of me. She smiled nervously, displaying her deformed buck teeth. I'd first heard about Rambha, when one of the neighborhood boys had told me that she would let anyone who was interested, play with her tits for as low as 20/- bucks!
Her tits were average sized, but they had an enticing conical mango shape to them. Her old yellow blouse was so worn that one could practically see through it, and she had visibly outgrown the blouse, as it was too tight around her arms and chest. Her 34-C conical breasts were just right for the size of her slender torso, and she had incredibly taut belly too.
But that's where the regularity ended, for her waist flared into incredibly wide hips, and a disproportionately large ass. Reaching out, I cupped one of Rambha's fleshy conical breasts, relishing the firmness of it, and said "Hmm ... not as big as yours..." glancing at Hetal, and pursing my lips.
Most girls would have reacted with some shyness at their tits being groped so wantonly by someone, but not these two. It showed how accustomed they were to using their bodies to get things done in their lives. "Bloody whores..." I thought to myself, even though I felt my cock growing under my towel. I could have just given these sluts some money and gotten rid of them, but for some reason, I was in a very sadomasochistic mood.
Alternately looking at the two of them, I said "OK ... take off your blouse..." my tone disinterested. Hetal responded with alacrity, and immediately began to open the hooks of her blouse. Rambha hesitated for a moment, and then seeing her friend obeying, followed suit. As Hetal opened her blouse, her cheap old-fashioned white bra, with large conservative cups came into view.
Owing to the sheer girth of her overdeveloped breasts, the bra was stretched taut across them. Pulling her blouse down her arms, she dropped them on the floor, and once again jutted her chest out, inviting me brazenly to look at them. As Rambha too slid her blouse down her arms, I noticed that the blouse was torn at the armpits. Her cheap white bra was old and frayed, and too small for her 34-C tits. As a result, the straps bit into her flesh, and were pulled upwards on the back.
As the girls looked at me expectantly, I said "The bra too..." indicating with my hands that I wanted them to take that off too. Completely in her elements, the busty Hetal smiled and immediately reached behind her back, the confident smile never leaving her face. Reaching behind her back, she quickly unclasped the hooks of her wide-strapped bra. With a practiced motion, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and pulled off her bra.
I had something like a bit of a fetish for seeing a woman bare breasted, wearing only a ghaagra or a petticoat. And as the slutty Hetal bared her magnificent 34-C breasts to me, I felt my cock become almost fully erect, protruding visibly now through the thick white towel around my waist. Hetal was quite fair compared to most of the village girls, and her big, firm, fleshy tits were almost perfect round orbs, that sat on her stocky frame without any sag. She had light brown aereolas around her thick budding nipples.
She had a spattering of freckles on her face, and there were some on her ample chest too. However, her skin was thick and rough, and desperately in need of some moisturizing. Turning my attention to Rambha, I glanced at her tits. Freed from the confines of that overtly tight bra, her conical mango-shaped breasts had tumbled out, and sat gently quivering on her chest. Despite being not as big as Hetal's, her tits were mouth-watering to say the least, and were capped by a pair of incredibly long black nipples, surrounded by small black aereolas.
I was feeling somewhat kinky now, and on a sudden impulse, walked towards my bathroom, saying to them "Wait here..." I returned a moment later, fetching a jar of Vaseline moisturizing body lotion, something that I used in the winters. Handing the Vaseline lotion to the flustered Rambha, I said "I want you to apply this on her body..." pointing towards Hetal. I saw the look of bewilderment on the two girls, as they exchanged glances, not having a clue why I had suddenly come up with this strange request.
Hetal was the first to recover, and bobbing her head enthusiastically "Yes ... yes ... why not..." before turning to Rambha and saying "Come on ... what are you waiting for ... don't waste Jignesh saheb's time..." as she walked to the stool that I'd pointed her to. As she sat down on the stool, straightening her back, her heavy firm breasts shaking enticingly, Rambha walked up to her clutching the jar of Vaseline body lotion.
I took the jar from her hand and poured a liberal amount of the moisturizing lotion into her palm, and watched as she began to apply it on Hetal's thick fleshy arms. As she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the lotion into Hetal's dry skin, her conical mango-shaped breasts jiggled enticingly. I watched, my lust mounting with each moment, as Hetal giggled and thrust her chest out, when Rambha's hands reached her breasts.
Rambha was now standing behind Hetal's back, and leaning forward slightly, as she began to massage the lotion on to Hetal's heavy overdeveloped breasts, moving her hand in circular motions. Hetal giggled, undoubtedly enjoying this strange exercise, as she felt Rambha's hand cup her heavy breasts, and massage them firmly, making her skin glisten.
Having finished with the front of Hetal's body, Rambha proceeded to repeat the same on her back, her face screwed in concentration, momentarily forgetting why they were here in the first place. As she finished with Hetal's back, she straightened, slightly flushed with the effort, her mouth watering tits heaving. "Now her legs..." I said to her hoarsely, pointing towards Hetal's legs. "Haan, sahib..." I heard Rambha answer, as she moved to the front and sat down by the side of Hetal's outstretched legs.
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