Misc. Erotica My Story by Vinman (Complited)

[Blue Bull]

It was over two years after his first tryst with Sheetal now. Vicky’s sister had  got admission to a medical college and had moved to Chandigarh to stay with their relatives in satellite township of Panchkula, which meant that he had  more freedom with girls now and did not had to bother about elder sister  being at home since both parents were working. 
Vicky was more confident of his ways with girls. Like all young boys he liked  big boobs, but was not averse to a fling with some one with lesser size as  well. He had a few sessions with quite a few girls but his favourite one was  Sheetal because her willingness and also because of the Niti factor. 
He was still a frequent visitor to Sheetal’s house. The boobs and ass  department had developed well with both coming in for special attention  from him during the period. Blow jobs were very common but he did not  venture beyond that. Those days the condom was still something uncommon  and was found only in the government medical centres by the name of  Nirodh. KS and others were some years away. The adoloscents had found a  good use of the condom, using it as a big balloon during holi festival. 
Holi is a festival of colours. I am talking of 1989 when Vicky graduated from  9th grade and was to go to class 10. The dreaded class tenth. Board exams.  The ultimate test. Fortunately he was good at studies so nothing was found  amiss. 
This was before Vicky’s father got a promotion that year and had to move to 
a bigger accommodation though in same colony but a different sector. He  was to move from the sector where he had spent almost a decade of his life.  A girl by the name of Sanjana, known as Sanju didi to all kids was residing in  his neighbourhood. She was the eldest of the four sisters and was elder than  Vicky’s sister by a couple of years. Fortunately, for him, as we will find later,  she and her sister were not best friends. 
Sanju didi had a dusky complexion, a bit plump, no hour glass figure but the  boobs were good enough to catch and retain the attention. She was the  favourite among boys when it came to applying colour. That year, Sheetal  and family were not available to play hence Vicky played in his own  neighbourhood a little longer than usual, as usual, and it turned out that  whatever happens, happens for good. The boys chased the girls and he  found Sanju in the staircase known as Jeena in Delhi. He applied a lot of  colour to sanju and in process left no opportunity to feel her boobs while his  crotch was in constant contact with her ass globes or upper hips. He was  much taller hence had to bend to feel her ass with his cock. In these two  years apart from his height the length of his cock had also increased with  some increment in the girth as well. Sanju felt the sweet impact of the cock  on her ass and had been enjoying such impacts for some Holis at a stretch  now. He took her hand and pulled her to terrace near the water tank, and  poured a bucket full of water on her thereby drenching her white suit which  clung on to her body like second skin. Underneath she was not wearing  anything which meant the boobs were on display for everyone to see. Now it  was turn for both to be awkward, he liked the sight but did not know how  she would react. To break the ice, he again showered her with another round of water and applied colour and in the process she had to try and run away  from him and hence forgot her predicament. This time too, the focus was  more on boobs than face, which prompted her to say, “have you forgotten  my face.” To which he replied as a reflex, “I am quality conscious.” Both  laughed a lot at his answer, and by then in the sun the clothes had also dried to the extent of being decent and she came down to her home, Vicky also  went to his friends to play the holi a bit longer.