19-12-2018, 03:00 PM
Part -76
All my teenage life, I'd run after girls trying to find that elusive 'love', which was so fashionable to have, and never found it. I'd quit trying, when I found myself asking this question "You're running after her, her, and her ... but who's running after you... ?" And then when I'd quit all illusions of 'love', and decided to go after fulfilling my carnal desires, I'd found that so called 'love'; not from one quarter, but three! And that too from young, teenage, college-going girls who called me 'bhaiyyaa'!
Something didn't sound right. In my quest to possess them sexually, was I in some way exploiting some emotional vulnerability of these young impressionable girls that made them feel that they were in love with me? Was I being honest with them, when I replied with the automatic "I love you too..."? As I lay there, trying to deal with my own emotional conflicts, I heard Mini say "Bhaiyyaa... ?" squeezing my fingers gently, as if asking me for what I had to say about her baring her heart to me.
As much as I prided myself on being a smooth talker around these girls, all of a sudden, I found myself at a total loss for words. Realizing how humiliating silence could be for a girl who'd bared her heart to you, I simply pulled her hand which was clasping mine, towards my lips, and kissed them. "Thank you for considering me worthy of your love, Mini..." I found myself saying, my voice sounding strangely hollow to my own ears.
Even as tried to resond by just kissing her hand, I was dreading the moment when she would ask me if I too felt the same way about her. Mercifully, and much to my relief and surprise, she did not; content to deal with her feelings even without any explicitly stated concurrence from me. And in all fairness, I loved her for that.
Taking her hand in mine again, I kissed it ardenly, before placing it on my chest, and holding it there. In an incredibly touching gesture, I felt this sexy, young girl, pull my hand towards her once again, and press it to her bosom, letting my hand come in contact with the incredible firmness of her young, tender breasts under that oversized night gown!
Despite my emotional, and somewhat miserable, frame of mind, I found my cock hardening almost instantly inside my underwear. "Oh, Mini ... don't do that ... it arouses me so much..." I found myself saying, my voice an almost helpless plea. I had expected her to go stiff, taken aback by my expression of lust, especially when she was in such a tender frame of mind. To my surprise, she only let out a little sigh, and pressed my palm harder to her young, firm breasts! It was as if she was trying to convey not just her assent, but also her desire to me, without uttering a word.
"Mini..." I groaned huskily, my fingers automatically closing around the inredible hardness of her young, tennis-ball like, 32-B breasts, through her maxi and the simple cotton bra underneath. As with most college girls her age, she wore a simple white cotton bra, devoid of any padding or lace, and as my fingers involuntarily squeezed her breasts through them, I realized to my amazement that her bra was undone from the back, allowing it to crumple in my grasp like some second skin!
My insatiable cock was almost fully erect now, creating a visible bulge inside the comfortable track pants I wore, and I found my free left hand instinctively reach down to squeeze it through my underwear. In the flickering light from the TV, and the orangish glow from the neon street lamps outside the window, I saw her eyes catch this involuntary gesture of mine. Continuing to hold my hand pressed to her bosom with her left hand which was under her side, she reached out to once again place her right hand on my chest.
With an almost guility sigh, I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and slowly pushed it down towards my groin, till it came to rest on hard bulge of my cock under those thick track pants, and my briefs inside. Pressing her slender palm to the hardness of my cock through my pants, I whispered huskily "Mini ... I'm sorry ... but this is what you do to me..." my voice choked with guilt and lust at the same time. I felt her slender fingers tremble under mine as I got her to feel my hard cock under the thick fabric of my slacks.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a whisper, even as her trembling fingers automatically clasped the rigid shaft of my cock through my track pants. At the same time, my fingers too automatically closed around the incredible firmness of her tender, young, tennis-ball sized breasts; her tiny erect nipples protruding through her loosened bra and the thin, cotton maxi that she wore. Realizing that I was on the verge of getting physical with the teenage Mini, I found myself automatically glancing in the direction of the passage from the living room towards the rest of the house, to check on Sarla bhabhi and Biju, who were in the two separate bedrooms.
The passageway from the living room terminated in the door of the master bedroom in which Sarla bhabhi slept, with the entrance to the kitchen and a common toilet on the right side, while the door to the second bedroom (in which Biju slept) was on the left. From where I lay in the living room, I could see that the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom was closed. However, even though I could not see the door of the other bedroom from where I lay, I could make out that the door was ajar, due to a dim ray of light that fell into the passage from one of the windows opposite to the door in the bedroom.
Nervous of being seen by Biju, in case he happened to come out of the bedroom to go to the toilet or kitchen, I decided to check on him. Mini had seen me glancing in the direction of the passage, and understood what I was concerned about, for she too was looking there with a nervous expression on her face. Patting her hand silently, I got up quietly, and decided to have a look into Biju's bedroom on the pretext of going to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I got up without making any noise, and padded silently towards the passageway, I saw that the door was not fully closed.
As my eyes had got accustomed to the darkness now, I could clearly see a dim ray of light falling into the passage, from the light of the streetlight outside the bedroom window, including the shadow of a study table inside the room, adjacent to the door. As I crept noiselessly into the kitchen, I threw a furtive glance at the door of the bedroom, trying to peer into the room to check if Biju was asleep.
As I passed into the darkness of the kitchen, I thought I heard faint whispers from inside the bedroom. Unsure of whether my ears were playing tricks on me, I slid next to the entrance of the kitchen and peered into the bedroom, through the door of the bedroom, which was left ajar. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, save for the faint light that filitered through the glass window, my heart skipped a beat!
For there, outlined in the faint light that filtered through the window of the bedroom, was the unmistakeable form of Sarla bhabhi, sitting on the edge of Biju's bed! I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. As I stood there inside the kitchen, safe in the darkness, I realized that this was not my imagination; for it was indeed Sarla bhabhi sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to where Biju lay. My mouth went dry as I watched; my imagination running wild as I wondered what she was doing there.
She had her back towards the door, and even as I watched, my eyes seeing better in the faint light with each passing moment, she leaned forward and whispered something to him, the sounds barely reaching my ears. I was frozen to my spot, afraid to even breathe, as I peeped into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I furiously tried to figure out what she was doing there. I thought I heard something like a whispered groan, and when I squinted to peer into the darkness inside, I could make out Biju nodding something to Sarla bhabhi vigorously, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light that fell from the window.
It was amazing how the human eye could aquit itself to darkness when needed, for by now, I was able to clearly make out the outline of Biju too, who lay there on the bed. That's when my keen ears picked up the soft rustling sounds of something moving against the sheets, and realized that Sarla bhabhi's right hand, which was hidden from my view, was moving slowly across Biju's pelvis.
It was the slow movements of her hand that were creating the soft rustling sounds, even as I saw, rather than heard, her whisper something softly to Biju. Suddenly, a form emerged out of the darkness and literally bumped into me, and I almost leapt out of my skin. It was Mini, who wondering what was taking me so long, had crept up noiselessly to the kitchen in search of me. Startled at bumping into me, crouching in the dark next to the door of the kitchen, she opened her mouth only to be cut off my me, who clamped my had across her mouth, and urged her with my eyes to be silent.
Pulling her into the safety of the darkness in the kitchen, I got her to crouch on the floor in front of me, and pointed in the direction of the partly open bedroom door. It took a while for Mini's eyes to get accustomed to the semi-darkness inside the bedroom, and when she saw what I'd seen, her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment, and her hand flew to her mouth. What both of saw next, inside the bedroom, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine; for we both could now clearly see that Sarla bhabhi was slowly jerking off the strapping, young, dark skinned Biju!
She had slid forward slightly on the bed towards his chest, and outlined in the dim light filtering through the glass window, I could clearly see her milky white fingers wrapped around the shaft of his penis, gently stroking them. As I watched this incredibly shocking, yet erotic scene, the first thing I noticed was how long and thick Biju's strapping, young cock was.
Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that he was endowed with a seriously big dick, at least 7 inches long, and thick as an iron rod, easily bigger than my average sized 6-inch cock that I was so proud of. I felt Mini go stiff like a corpse, and goose bumps come up on her slender arms, where I held her close to me, crouched in the shadows inside the kitchen. I was reminded of how I had, for the very first time, spied on Kalpana bhabhi taking care of her slob of a husband in their bedroom, my partner in crime being their daughter, the sexy Jigna.
And here was I, doing pretty much the same, in the company of a sexy Mallu teenage college girl, spying on her young 18-year old teenage brother, being pleasured by the hot, teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. My mouth was dry by now, and my cock was rock hard, even as I found myself involuntarily pressing my hardness to Mini's pert little bottom from behind. I was surprised and shocked at the same time, wondering how the hell the affable young fellow from Kerala had managed to get this luscious housewife to jerk him off.
All my teenage life, I'd run after girls trying to find that elusive 'love', which was so fashionable to have, and never found it. I'd quit trying, when I found myself asking this question "You're running after her, her, and her ... but who's running after you... ?" And then when I'd quit all illusions of 'love', and decided to go after fulfilling my carnal desires, I'd found that so called 'love'; not from one quarter, but three! And that too from young, teenage, college-going girls who called me 'bhaiyyaa'!
Something didn't sound right. In my quest to possess them sexually, was I in some way exploiting some emotional vulnerability of these young impressionable girls that made them feel that they were in love with me? Was I being honest with them, when I replied with the automatic "I love you too..."? As I lay there, trying to deal with my own emotional conflicts, I heard Mini say "Bhaiyyaa... ?" squeezing my fingers gently, as if asking me for what I had to say about her baring her heart to me.
As much as I prided myself on being a smooth talker around these girls, all of a sudden, I found myself at a total loss for words. Realizing how humiliating silence could be for a girl who'd bared her heart to you, I simply pulled her hand which was clasping mine, towards my lips, and kissed them. "Thank you for considering me worthy of your love, Mini..." I found myself saying, my voice sounding strangely hollow to my own ears.
Even as tried to resond by just kissing her hand, I was dreading the moment when she would ask me if I too felt the same way about her. Mercifully, and much to my relief and surprise, she did not; content to deal with her feelings even without any explicitly stated concurrence from me. And in all fairness, I loved her for that.
Taking her hand in mine again, I kissed it ardenly, before placing it on my chest, and holding it there. In an incredibly touching gesture, I felt this sexy, young girl, pull my hand towards her once again, and press it to her bosom, letting my hand come in contact with the incredible firmness of her young, tender breasts under that oversized night gown!
Despite my emotional, and somewhat miserable, frame of mind, I found my cock hardening almost instantly inside my underwear. "Oh, Mini ... don't do that ... it arouses me so much..." I found myself saying, my voice an almost helpless plea. I had expected her to go stiff, taken aback by my expression of lust, especially when she was in such a tender frame of mind. To my surprise, she only let out a little sigh, and pressed my palm harder to her young, firm breasts! It was as if she was trying to convey not just her assent, but also her desire to me, without uttering a word.
"Mini..." I groaned huskily, my fingers automatically closing around the inredible hardness of her young, tennis-ball like, 32-B breasts, through her maxi and the simple cotton bra underneath. As with most college girls her age, she wore a simple white cotton bra, devoid of any padding or lace, and as my fingers involuntarily squeezed her breasts through them, I realized to my amazement that her bra was undone from the back, allowing it to crumple in my grasp like some second skin!
My insatiable cock was almost fully erect now, creating a visible bulge inside the comfortable track pants I wore, and I found my free left hand instinctively reach down to squeeze it through my underwear. In the flickering light from the TV, and the orangish glow from the neon street lamps outside the window, I saw her eyes catch this involuntary gesture of mine. Continuing to hold my hand pressed to her bosom with her left hand which was under her side, she reached out to once again place her right hand on my chest.
With an almost guility sigh, I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and slowly pushed it down towards my groin, till it came to rest on hard bulge of my cock under those thick track pants, and my briefs inside. Pressing her slender palm to the hardness of my cock through my pants, I whispered huskily "Mini ... I'm sorry ... but this is what you do to me..." my voice choked with guilt and lust at the same time. I felt her slender fingers tremble under mine as I got her to feel my hard cock under the thick fabric of my slacks.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a whisper, even as her trembling fingers automatically clasped the rigid shaft of my cock through my track pants. At the same time, my fingers too automatically closed around the incredible firmness of her tender, young, tennis-ball sized breasts; her tiny erect nipples protruding through her loosened bra and the thin, cotton maxi that she wore. Realizing that I was on the verge of getting physical with the teenage Mini, I found myself automatically glancing in the direction of the passage from the living room towards the rest of the house, to check on Sarla bhabhi and Biju, who were in the two separate bedrooms.
The passageway from the living room terminated in the door of the master bedroom in which Sarla bhabhi slept, with the entrance to the kitchen and a common toilet on the right side, while the door to the second bedroom (in which Biju slept) was on the left. From where I lay in the living room, I could see that the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom was closed. However, even though I could not see the door of the other bedroom from where I lay, I could make out that the door was ajar, due to a dim ray of light that fell into the passage from one of the windows opposite to the door in the bedroom.
Nervous of being seen by Biju, in case he happened to come out of the bedroom to go to the toilet or kitchen, I decided to check on him. Mini had seen me glancing in the direction of the passage, and understood what I was concerned about, for she too was looking there with a nervous expression on her face. Patting her hand silently, I got up quietly, and decided to have a look into Biju's bedroom on the pretext of going to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I got up without making any noise, and padded silently towards the passageway, I saw that the door was not fully closed.
As my eyes had got accustomed to the darkness now, I could clearly see a dim ray of light falling into the passage, from the light of the streetlight outside the bedroom window, including the shadow of a study table inside the room, adjacent to the door. As I crept noiselessly into the kitchen, I threw a furtive glance at the door of the bedroom, trying to peer into the room to check if Biju was asleep.
As I passed into the darkness of the kitchen, I thought I heard faint whispers from inside the bedroom. Unsure of whether my ears were playing tricks on me, I slid next to the entrance of the kitchen and peered into the bedroom, through the door of the bedroom, which was left ajar. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, save for the faint light that filitered through the glass window, my heart skipped a beat!
For there, outlined in the faint light that filtered through the window of the bedroom, was the unmistakeable form of Sarla bhabhi, sitting on the edge of Biju's bed! I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. As I stood there inside the kitchen, safe in the darkness, I realized that this was not my imagination; for it was indeed Sarla bhabhi sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to where Biju lay. My mouth went dry as I watched; my imagination running wild as I wondered what she was doing there.
She had her back towards the door, and even as I watched, my eyes seeing better in the faint light with each passing moment, she leaned forward and whispered something to him, the sounds barely reaching my ears. I was frozen to my spot, afraid to even breathe, as I peeped into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I furiously tried to figure out what she was doing there. I thought I heard something like a whispered groan, and when I squinted to peer into the darkness inside, I could make out Biju nodding something to Sarla bhabhi vigorously, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light that fell from the window.
It was amazing how the human eye could aquit itself to darkness when needed, for by now, I was able to clearly make out the outline of Biju too, who lay there on the bed. That's when my keen ears picked up the soft rustling sounds of something moving against the sheets, and realized that Sarla bhabhi's right hand, which was hidden from my view, was moving slowly across Biju's pelvis.
It was the slow movements of her hand that were creating the soft rustling sounds, even as I saw, rather than heard, her whisper something softly to Biju. Suddenly, a form emerged out of the darkness and literally bumped into me, and I almost leapt out of my skin. It was Mini, who wondering what was taking me so long, had crept up noiselessly to the kitchen in search of me. Startled at bumping into me, crouching in the dark next to the door of the kitchen, she opened her mouth only to be cut off my me, who clamped my had across her mouth, and urged her with my eyes to be silent.
Pulling her into the safety of the darkness in the kitchen, I got her to crouch on the floor in front of me, and pointed in the direction of the partly open bedroom door. It took a while for Mini's eyes to get accustomed to the semi-darkness inside the bedroom, and when she saw what I'd seen, her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment, and her hand flew to her mouth. What both of saw next, inside the bedroom, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine; for we both could now clearly see that Sarla bhabhi was slowly jerking off the strapping, young, dark skinned Biju!
She had slid forward slightly on the bed towards his chest, and outlined in the dim light filtering through the glass window, I could clearly see her milky white fingers wrapped around the shaft of his penis, gently stroking them. As I watched this incredibly shocking, yet erotic scene, the first thing I noticed was how long and thick Biju's strapping, young cock was.
Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that he was endowed with a seriously big dick, at least 7 inches long, and thick as an iron rod, easily bigger than my average sized 6-inch cock that I was so proud of. I felt Mini go stiff like a corpse, and goose bumps come up on her slender arms, where I held her close to me, crouched in the shadows inside the kitchen. I was reminded of how I had, for the very first time, spied on Kalpana bhabhi taking care of her slob of a husband in their bedroom, my partner in crime being their daughter, the sexy Jigna.
And here was I, doing pretty much the same, in the company of a sexy Mallu teenage college girl, spying on her young 18-year old teenage brother, being pleasured by the hot, teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. My mouth was dry by now, and my cock was rock hard, even as I found myself involuntarily pressing my hardness to Mini's pert little bottom from behind. I was surprised and shocked at the same time, wondering how the hell the affable young fellow from Kerala had managed to get this luscious housewife to jerk him off.
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