My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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Sadaf and Tina managed to miss her only by a few minutes.  Vicky saw his bedroom.  The bedsheet was full of stains of love juices and cum. There was no way in the world that he could have let his mother see the sheet.  It would kill him.

 

He picked up the sheet from the bed and spread the Vaseline wherever he saw the stain.  He would then lie that he spread the Vaseline as he lost the grip.  He then put it in the washing machine and washed it.  The bedsheet was then duly hung on wire on the terrace to find some sun shine.  The stained parts were deliberately rubbed again with hands so as to remove them fully.

 

He then had lunch with Tina and Sadaf.  But all the time he was thinking about Mrs Kapoor.  He had to go in for the kill.  In the evening his parents came, he told them about Vaseline spilling incident.  He got the usual round of words.  Nothing major but only guidance.  His parents were happy that he managed to wash the bed sheet.  It was the first time he had done that.  His mother was also surprised but not suspicious.  Necessity is the mother of invention he thought.

 

He went out with his friends in the evening and forgot about everything in a fiercely fought football game.  He was on the winning side.  Everything that day was going as per script.

 

After his dinner, he went for his usual terrace round.  He found Sadaf waiting for him.  He realized that the fortunate day had made him forget about the hottie Sadaf.  It was Mrs Kapoor for him now but ignoring his gorgeous beauty would be an insult to God.  They spoke the usual things.  One more round of thanks from her regarding Dahiya issue, prompted him to say “yaar dahiya ka thanks bahut ho gaya (you have thanked me enough regarding Dahiya) – I feel odd – that chapter is closed – forget it”

 

She smiled and say ok. 

 

But he joined in with a quick repartee “Kya hai sirf shabdon ka hee thanks hai” (is it thanks only with words) and started laughing.  She joined in the laughter.

 

As it was nearing the time to go back it was time for good night kiss.  This time it was she who initiated it.  As she came close to kiss him on his cheek, he moved his face so that he got a small peck bang on his lips.  This startled her but she did not object and was there to receive the peck on her cheek.  Another milestone reached.

 

After a couple of days, Vicky had gone to Sheetal’s house, more in anticipation of finding her mother than her.  God was kind to her.  Sheetal was not there but her mother was definitely there in a well fitted body hugging salwar kameez.  The suit was tightly stitched to enhance the curves.  His x-ray vision eyes could still see the boobs.  The image of boobs at Sheetal’s party was still very vivid.  The body hugging salwar kameez was of deep cut and showed about 3 inches of beautiful cleavage for all who cared to see.  The tight salwar was wrapped on the legs and accentuated the thighs and curves.  The ass globes were also prominent in the appearance.  All in all – made to fuck.

 

She welcomed him in but avoided eye contact.  She told him that Sheetal had gone somewhere and would be back only after 2hrs.  She would have liked to him to go away there and then but he asked permission to use toilet.  He went in and came out.  As obligation she had to invite him to sit and asked if he wanted something to drink / eat.  As he wanted to prolong the conversation, he said “kuch thanda chalega” (something cold). 

 

She brought in a glass of cold soft drink and a few cookies for good measure.  She sat down and started the usual nothings.

 

He was sipping the drink pretty slowly to extend his stay.  He looked very confident and calm though inside he was waiting for her to start something. 

 

He said “Aunty aap jab se hotel mein gayin hain aapme bahut change aaya hai – abto aap ke darshan bhi nahin hote” (since you have joined the hotel, you have changed a lot – we hardly get to see you)

 

“Kya change” (what change)

 

“Cannot pin point – but there is some change definitely”

 

To this she started smiling.

 

After this she got silent.  Gave him an intense look and said “usdin makeup ki kya baat thee”(what did you say about make-up)

 

This was what he was dying to hear.  He could not let go of this chance.  He kept quiet and very carefully thought of the words to use.

 

“I also mentioned blouse” he looked at her sternly and said.

 

She was like a rabbit caught in lights “Oh” she said and looked down.

 

“I saw you and Gupta uncle” he spilled the beans.

 

“Kya karma chahate ho” (what you want to do)

 

“I don’t know – but uncle will not like it”

 

“Kaun maanega” (who’ll believe)

 

“Sheetal and Niti for starters and Mrs Gupta”

 

The moment he mentioned Mrs Gupta, the game changed.  Now there was serious threat of a bad name and Gupta being in danger may act funny.

 

“Chup rahe sakte ho” (Can you remain silent)

 

“You can buy it”

 

“Money?”

 

“No”

 

“Then”

 

“Payment has to be in kind – you look very hot since you have joined hotel” even he was surprised at the bargaining he was doing.

 

“OK – can you come on Friday at 2pm – there would be nobody then – we can think of something” she offered.

 

He nodded and left.  God was very kind on him – he thought and smiled.

 

At the terrace things were progressing between him and Sadaf, albeit a bit slowly.  On Thursday terrace walk, when it came to bidding good-night.  He gave a small peck right on her lips.  Even the previous two nights he was turning his face right on the button and getting it on lips.  She did not say anything and kept quiet for a few seconds and suddenly got on her toes and gave a small peck on his lips and left the terrace quickly smiling.  Another milestone reached.

 

It was Friday morning.  He was a bit restless since morning.  He was smelling something fishy about the whole thing.  He never expected Mrs Kapoor to give in so easily.  There was something but what he did not know.

 

She asked her to come at 2pm but due to curiosity, he left home and went to the park near her house at about 1230pm itself.  Though it was blistering hot in late April, he managed to find some shade under a group of Peepal trees.  It was very comfortable there and he could keep an eye on her house as well.

 

At about 1.15pm he turned his head and saw a car being parked about 200yds from Sheetal’s house.  Out came Gupta and started his walk towards her house.  Although the road was straight, he deliberately took the long route to not to arouse suspicion.  Mark of a thief.  So this was the game.  He understood. She had called Gupta to threaten Vicky into submission.  She thought a few slaps / punches would be enough for the kid.  Little did she know about his strength both in field and bed.

 

Exactly at 2pm he rung the door bell and Mrs Kapoor opened the door and invited him in.

 

She was wearing a light blue coloured semi transparent saree and a deep cut, sleeveless white blouse.   The silky hair were tied in a pony tail.

 

As he went in the drawing room, he saw Gupta and let out a smirk.

 

“Kuchh loge” (would you take something) she asked

 

“Aap jaante ho mujhe kya chaahiye (you know what I want)”

 

Suddenly Gupta erupted and warned him of dire consequences if he did not keep his mouth shut.  He was shouting at Vicky.  He kept silent for sometime.

 

“Gupta (uncle had gone missing – no respect) teri biwi ko bataa doon (should I tell your wife)”

 

Even Gupta was taken aback by his direct approach but managed to threaten him. “Tu mujhe nahin jaanta – haath pair tudwa doonga – tere baap ki bhi haalat kharab karwa doonga” (you don’t know me – I will get your limbs broken – will get your father beaten up)

 

Gupta did not know what blunder he had committed by bringing his father in equation.  In a flash he got up and gave a tight slap and hurled a volley of punches right on his face.

 

“Harami tu toh kisi aur se pitwaayega – main teri gaand abhi todhta hoon” (you bastard will get me beaten up by someone – I will kick your ass right now)  “Maderchod daddy ka naam leta hai” (motherfucker you took my dad’s name)  saying this he again slapped him.  Such was his force that Gupta fell down and was on all fours to balance himself.  True to his word, Vicky gave a ferocious kick on his ass which made him go flat on the floor.  Vicky was hissing with anger and had not finished as yet.  He stepped on his face with his right foot and shouted “Behenchod – dubaara mere saamne aaya ya meri family ko kucch karne ka socha toh saale teri biwi ke saamne tujhe nanga karke maaroonga.  Teri biwi tujhe na support kare toh teri aukat kya hai” (Sisterfucker – If you cross my path again or even think of doing harm to my family, I will make you naked and hit you in front of your wife.  Without your wife’s support you are nothing). Saying this he hurled a lot of abuses.  He had not disgraced Dahiya then for Sadaf but for Mrs Kapoor he had hit Gupta less but disgraced him more.  Both the prizes were worth fighting for.

 

“Harami Bol” (bastard – say something)

 

“Mujhe maaf kar do” (I am sorry) said Gupta

 

“Sun – kapoor family mein se kisi ke pass mat dikhiyo” (listen – don’t come close to anyone from kapoor family)

 

Such was his ferocity and anger in language that Gupta dare not turn back and left like a dog with tail between its legs.

 

He went ahead and closed the door and bolted it from inside.  Mrs Kapoor was standing close to a high table and looking into the mirror on the wall.  The hands were resting on the table and the head position indicated that she had thrown in the towel.  It was like she was some prize he had won or worse his slave.

 

Hitting Gupta was much easy, the moment he had mentioned his father, things went in auto pilot mode.  Now proceeding from here was much difficult.  He went and stood close to her left side and said nothing.  For a few minutes both didn’t flex a muscle.  She waited for him and he for her.

 

Then to break the ice, he went to refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, brought two glasses and poured water.  Very silently, he then placed the glass before her and asked her to drink.  He waited for a few seconds and then said “It would be impolite to drink before a lady does.”

 

She turned to look at him and gave a weak smile but picked up the glass.  That was one positive development he thought. They stood for few more minutes side by side.

 

The lady was the one to break the silence.

 

“Ab kya” (now what)

 

He didn’t know what to say, he managed to say “you know”

 

Another round of 5-7 minutes of deafening silence.

 

Then he managed to say “Aapki marzi ke khilaaf kuchh nahin hoga” (nothing against your wish).  While saying this he brought his right arm around her right shoulder.  Due to the deep, sleeveless blouse he was able to touch her skin for the first time.  Just like silk he thought.  She didn’t flex a muscle. He didn’t know how to interpret this.

 

He again cleared his throat and said “Ab Gupta nahin aayega” (Now Gupta won’t come)

 

She nodded her head in the affirmative. Good progress.  With this he tightened the grip across the shoulder.  She didn’t move. 

 

Now he moved in behind her.  With both the hands resting on her shoulders.  He towered over her by a few inches.  She looked in the mirror and did not say anything. 

 

He said “I don’t blame Gupta – you are too hot”

 

She didn’t reply but looked at the mirror.  Both pair of eyes met and he decided to venture further.  He reasoned that since Sheetal enjoyed the nape kissing and light boob massage to get into the mood, there was chance that her mother may enjoy the same.  With this great Einstein Logic he proceeded.  He moved the pony to one side and planted his lips on the soft nape of her neck.  She arched her shoulders but did not make much effort to move out.  Not the one to waste time, he landed a few more wet ones on the nape and meanwhile the right hand started its journey towards the coveted boob.  The pallu of the saree was on the left shoulder which meant the blouse covered right boob had one less layer of covering.  The tentative right hand commenced its journey and was a bit jittery when it reached its destination.  The lips were still locked to the nape, but not wetting it or kissing it, she was breathing heavily with heavy bosom having a protruded up-down movement, it seemed the time had stopped for both. 

 

The shivering hand softly touched the coveted boob and pressed it silently.  The lips had started the kisses and the breathing had become less heavy.  It was as if a movie had come to life after a pause.  The boob was big (he knew), soft but firm.  The nipples had also become firm. He did not move his hand and kept it there.  He had guessed it right.  She was weak with this combination of nape kissing and boob work. The hand now was now full on her right boob and massaging it gently.  He had big hands but still then a decent part was out of its coverage area.  A different type of coverage area problem than these days but this coverage area problem everyone would love to have.

 

After a few seconds she said “Nahin (no)” but made feeble attempts to wriggle free.  Due to this her ass-set had come in contact with his crotch and she could feel the size covered by the twin layer of undergarment and trousers.  The feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grip resulted in a beautiful rub between her ass globes and his hard tool.  She was going weak in her knees.

 

He decided to press in the advantage.  Both the hands had covered the twin peaks of glory with his lips wetting either side of neck and paid some attention to ear lobes as well.  This was close to heaven if not anything else.  The light mauling of boobs made her go further weak in knees and press her ass more into him.  He was massaging the boobs with his palms but making circles around the blouse & bra covered nipples.  This boy knows a lot she thought.  She was his – he thought. 

 

Now with a safe knowledge of having her under control, he turned her towards him and now for the first time since Gupta left they made direct eye to eye contact.  She was pressed between him and the table with ass now in direct contact with table.  He took her face in his hands and lifted it towards him and both set of quivering lips came in contact.  At first she was not opening her mouth but after continued pressure she gave in.  The tongues exchanged touches and saliva with Vicky moving very expertly between upper and lower lip and tongue.  The hands still were enjoying the much bigger boobies and as the kiss progressed, she relaxed and was fully into the union.  The hands were finding it difficult to decide on which set of globes to be given preference.  They were oscillating between the well rounded heavy ass and beautiful bosom.  In between he was kissing all over her face, her neck, the upper bosom and then back to lips.  With the passionate foreplay in full swing and the saree pallu off from her shoulder he looked at 3-4 inches of divine cleavage.  Like an expert he first started kissing the bosom region around the cleavage wetting them thoroughly and then the lick started.  He placed his tongue at the first button of the hook at launched the journey to the north.  Millimeter by millimeter he proceed, filling the cleavage with his rich saliva and savouring in the moment.  He was making love to her like a super lover and the age difference was adding spice to the fun.  He was doing to her which no other had been able to.  Most of them at the hotel were focused only on the intercourse with little concern on the foreplay.  Vicky was definitely better than them.  The fuse was off in the lady’s mind and she pressed his head into her cleavage and he pressed his hands on her ass globes.  Just when it seemed the clothes would be off in no time, the stupid clock pendulum decided to strike 4 times indicating 4pm time.  This brought her back to some sense and she asked him to stop.

 

She said “Ab bas” (now stop) – “baaki baad mein” (rest later) It was music to his ears.  She was now for his to take.  She told him that its four and after some time she is expecting a few guests and even he should leave lest his parent may find it odd him not being at home.  Nobody should have suspicion.

 

He understood and knew it can be a long drawn affair.  Like a child he request her for 5 more minutes, she wanted him to continue for five hours not minutes but time factor resulted in the 2 minute bargain.  He went in for the favourite boobs and when he tried to open the hooks, she stopped  his hand.  He got the message and continued the mauling over the blouse only and the kissing all over her face, neck, exposed parts of bosom and shoulders.  She was also enjoying it a lot but asked him to stop after good 3-4minutes. 

 

He asked “promise”

 

She said “promise”

 

With this she told him that since she would be on a late afternoon duty for a fortnight from Monday onwards they could meet for a couple of hours or so at her place from 11hrs onwards.  He gave a curious look asking about Niti and Sheetal.  She told him that they are going out on vacation to their relatives in Darjeeling (West Bengal) for about a month.   She swore him to secrecy which he was more than willing and ready.  He also wanted to avoid trouble.

 

With this he came out with a permanent 3 inch smile on his face but not before a quick kiss, boob press and ass grab before the door closed.  As the door closed, she thought of what she had promised, but then reasoned, she had pleasured others for her growth and business but now she can pleasure herself with the boy.  This will also add to the spice in her life.

 

What a horny lady – like mother, like daughter – he thought. 

 

He reached home well in time for his parents to arrive.  As he pressed the bell from downstairs, Tina came down to open the door of the staircase.  He was following her while climbing up and the eyes were fixed on her gorgeous ass but decided to wait for the opportune time.

 

He went to the terrace for the post dinner session thinking can he get his hands on the two most coveted sets of boobs on the same day.  He was half way there.

 

Sadaf came and he looked at her.  She was wearing her college skirt, reaching upto 3 inches above the knee and a t-shirt which was straining to the hilt as it was Tina’s.  The next two days were offs (sat-sun) for Sadaf and Tina, hence Sadaf came in her skirt.

 

The usual talk started with the topic again going back to Dahiya.  This time round he did not stop her.  But he asked “woh kya chahata thaa” (what did he want her to do to him).  She was taken aback by this but by now they had reached a certain level of comfort so she said “thoda bahut tak theek thaa – but woh sab kuchh karna chahata thaa” deciphered by him as (heavy petting or boob press was ok but he wanted to have sex)

 

He said “I don’t blame him – you are really very hot” and smiled.  She looked at him and then joined in the smile and said there are better ways of complimenting.  He replied “sometimes direct approach is better”

 

Today they were talking longer than usual with topics such as who all in college tried their luck with her and how teachers look at her.  She was also having fun at his expense asking about all his girlfriends etc.

 

As the time came to go back and usual good night kiss, he moved a bit forward closer to the door and a tall wall and stood there.  She came close to him with a quizzical look on her face.  He said “nobody can see us here even from other terraces”

 

She stood with her back to the wall.  He proceed to kiss her.  She thought it would be usual small peck on the lips, but this time rather than just a peck on lips, he brought his tongue out and licked her lips.  This startled her and she looked in his eyes.  The look was intense and there was not much look of disapproval from her either.  She did not protest.  He proceeded to take her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers more forcefully than the usual.  With the force she got plastered on the wall and was moving her hands a bit.  He continued the pressure and made her open her mouth and the tongues did the tango.  As a practiced expert he moved from one lip to other tracing each with his lips and tongue.  This was much different and far better than what Dahiya used to do to her.  After sustained kiss of about a minute or so she relaxed and brought her hands around his head and the fingers played with his head.  They broke the kiss after a few more seconds.

 

As they saw each other, one smiled and the other looked down.  Then the one smiling told the one looking down that it was her turn to give the goodnight kiss.  The one looking down looked up and smiled and kissed him.  Her hands moved behind his head and both were intertwined in a lip lock. His hands moved on her smooth hair and continued the journey south to the ass globes.  As he touched her ass, she stopped kissing for a second but then continued.  He made her turn around with her ass in contact with his crotch feeling the size and hardness whereas his hand move to her gorgeous boobs.  The pattern was same as earlier in the day. 

 

Good captains do not make unnecessary changes to successful strategies.

 

She was into the moment and as his hand touched her boob, she melted into him and pressed his crotch harder with her ass.  He was gently massaging them and drawing circles around the sensitive nippies and aerolas.  She was especially sensitive there and found it too much to handle.  She was used to Dahiya hard mauling but this was more pleasurable.  He kissed on her neck while continuing the torment he inflicted on her by way of drawing geometrical shapes with his fingers around her sensitive nippies.  He cupped her boobs but they were firm in the grip of some lucky bra.  They were definitely more than a handful.  He thought time of seeing them in naked glory was not far away.

 

He wanted to do further, she wanted him to do further but someone up there called time up and came in the voice of Mrs Khan asking Sadaf to come back as it was late.  Both came back from pleasure zone and looked each other albeit a bit sheepishly to start and then smilingly.  He swore to himself that he would screw Mrs Khan at first good opportunity for screwing his fun.

 

With this she moved down first and looked back at him while on her way down with him making expressions of lust.  This made her to smile and lick her lips with her tongue in reciprocation.

 

The day was special.  He loved it.  He was there fully.  Both sets of gigantic bosom massaged on the same day.  He slept with a smile on his face thinking about the abundant possibilities.

 

Next day was a Saturday, off day for his parents, he had to go out with them.  They got a good news that one of his cousins was blessed with a baby girl.  His cousin was his Tayaji’s eldest son (where his sister was staying).  Remainder of the day went of talking to relatives etc and suggesting hell lot of names.

 

Came the night and came the time at the terrace.  Today he had reached there quite a bit early in anticipation.  He was waiting for her.  She on the other hand knew what was to happen and hence delayed her movement so as to torment him a bit.  The light of stairs leading to terrace was off, so that if someone wants to come, they will switch on the light first.  Sadaf did not do it and came up the stairs and hid behind the door to have a look at him, he was impatient and moving around.  After some time, she came out of her hiding and presented herself before him.  He had a look at her.  Today the top was a bit loose, he could not make out if there was a bra underneath, a basic night suit pyjama was the other garment he could see.  The hair were not tied and the silky strands came up to her mid-back.  Today the talk was unusually small, perhaps both were not interested.

 

He just held her hand and pulled close towards him. She said “yahaan nahin – wahaan pe”(not here – there) indicating the place they first did yesterday.  It was all music to his ears.  Within a heartbeat the new found lovers reached the spot.  She looked at him mischievously and winked.  The wink did the trick.  He moved forward and embraced her.  The embrace was tight and in a manner of showing his possessiveness.  The big juggies crushed on his chest.  His hands roamed on her back, tracing from collar bone to hip bone and on the way enjoying the silky hair.  She also measured his back with her hands.  After this embrace of over 2-3 minutes.  He proceeded to kiss the voluptuous dusky beauty.  The small pecks gave way to full saliva tasting.  The tongues intertwined to map each other fully.  The taste buds were tasting only one taste then – of pure lust.  His hands behind her back focused on the ass globes.  They were different than the perfect shapes of Mrs Kapoor but he was not complaining in any way.  Her hands were behind his head playing with his hair, a sureshot sign of her being in the mood to go along.  One hand from the back moved to the front to the coveted globes of her bosom.  Very lightly he touched it and pressed it.  The index finger left off from the day before making circles around the nippies.  She was wearing a bra but he could still feel the stiff nipple underneath it.  He weighed the boob with his hand and as expected it was big.  The hand then moved to the other boob ensuring that they do not feel neglected.  The combined pressure of tongue, hands on boobs and ass meant Sadaf was in the mood.  It was so much more sophisticated than Dahiya’s way, who went on mauling the boobs to eternity and kiss for him was only planting his lips on hers forcefully without the actual art of enjoying and passion.  With Vicky it was different, he was arousing her by the second, like an experienced chess player, planning the moves.  The hand on the ass globe moved to the front and he tried to rub her pubic area to further stimulate her, if the stimulation right now was not enough.  As he touched the sensitive zone, she brought her hand over it to stop him.  He knew, if not today then very soon he will have her so he decided not to push it further and do anything against her wishes. So he continued with boob press, kiss and ass press.  He continued to kiss her all over her face, neck and parts exposed in the loose t-shirt.  The parts just below her beck and upper chest were all there for him to taste.  This went on for quite some time as the teenagers went on the body exploration trip. 

 

As they moved apart gasping for breath, they looked at each other.  He had a triumphant look and the other was smiling with a content look.  He took her soft hand in his and guided to his tool.  She looked at him in surprise but didn’t stop him at first.  As he made her make first contact with his rock hard prick, she pulled back the hand and was a bit defensive.  Vicky didn’t want to lose her, hence the look in his eyes was that of “nothing against your wishes” to which her eyes had responded ok.  He thought when the boob queen is in front of him, he should focus on her prized possession and if she is aroused regularly enough, everything else would fall in place sooner than later. With this thought he again moved to her prized assets.  This time he was behind her with him kissing her nape and hands mauling the boobs and it between drawing circles around her navel, albeit it was covered with her t-shirt.  But it was good enough to arouse her.  The big boobied lass was in mood now, the ass movement over his crotch making great contact with his rock hard tool, meant that she was enjoying it.  He thought that his modus operandi may have been same as Dahiya for guiding her to his tool, perhaps because of which she withdrew.  With that thought he was quite sure that the ass movement indicates her willingness but he has to be much more sophisticated in his approach.  Her arms by now had moved behind his head, making her boobs to protrude out making them all the more prominent, if they were not prominent already.  He continued the onslaught on her boobs by making circles and tweaking her nippies.  Sometimes he will turn her face towards him and kiss her full on.  After this he brought his face and shoved it right in her boobies.  She wanted him and he wanted her but still she was not going all out.  As she pressed his face more in her heavy bosom, he brought his around her ass and pressed on the globes and brought her closer to him.  She was enjoying the caresses and as he moved to suck her boobs, over t-shirt and bra though, she said, “Geela ho jayegi, pata chal jayega” (t-shirt will get wet, it will be known).  This was beethoven’s symphony to him since it had a implied meaning of her not being averse to his sucking her boobs.  To which he had replied “kal button waali shirt pahen lena, and no bra, problem solved” (wear a buttoned shirt tomorrow).  She didn’t reply but neither did she said no.  They continued the programme for a few more minutes before being called from downstairs.  The call broke the magical spell.

 

Sunday they could not meet.  Monday morning, in expectation of meeting Mrs Kapoor, he could not wait for his parents to go to office.  Right at the stroke of 10am the phone rang.  He was sure that it was Mrs Kapoor.  He picked up and the conversation flowed.

 

Mrs Kapoor “Vicky ?”

 

He “Yes Aunty”

 

She “Tumne kaise pahechaana main hoon” (how did you know it was me)

 

He “Guess and expectation”

 

She “Meri shift change ho gayi hai” (my shift has changed) “Tum aa rahe ho? Ek book deni hai” (u r coming? Need to give you a book)”

 

He knew there was no book to be given, it was just safety valve in case anyone picks up from the parallel line.

 

“What time?” he asked

 

“11” pat came the reply.

 

“I want to see you today in same dress as for Sheetal’s b’day party” he said authoritatively.

 

“I will see” she said

 

“No I will see you in that dress only” he said, in his affirmative tone.  She was his to be taken, he knew, the game had changed.

 

“Hmm”

 

He wore knee length baggy half pants and a t-shirt without bothering about undergarments.  1040 he left his home for the dream destination.  At 1055 he reached close to her house and right on dot he pressed the bell.  The door opened and he liked what he saw.  The wet dream had come to life.  Mrs Kapoor was wearing what she was wearing on Sheetal’s b’day party. The same deadly red-black combination and looking drop dead gorgeous. 

 

The door closed, he moved in.  Looked at her, gave an appreciative looked and whistled.  Even the mother of two grown up girls and drop dead beauty liked to be appreciated by a teenager.  He asked her to swirl around, she did.  He said “Petticoat toh nahin pahena?” (you did not wear petticoat?)

 

“Why”

 

“Even on that day you didn’t”

 

“That’s why. Didn’t wear”

 

He took her in his arms and encircled in an embrace.  The hands felt the soft unblemished skin on her back with hands roaming the full length, breadth of her back.  Then he pressed her ass globes.  He turned her around with her full lose hair on one side of shoulder exposing her bare back, he licked the ivory skin.  Every square inch was licked.  She shuddered.  The boy knew how to press the buttons.  He continued the lick, she arched her back, in appreciation, he didn’t stop and continued.  After spreading a thin coat of his saliva on her glistening back, he moved up and brought his teeth close to the string knot behind her neck.  The hands meanwhile were drawing circles around her nippies and gently massaging them.  Without using his hands, he untied the knot with his teeth only and let the blouse fall.  She was impressed by his expertise and imagination.  He moved in front of her and did not proceed to the naked boobs, instead he went ahead and kissed her.  The lip lock proceed to a tongue lock and tongues got intertwined feeling each other’s lips and tongues, alternating between upper and lower lip.  After 5-7 minutes of lip-tongue lock, he broke away from the lip lock but did not disengage from her skin.  The lips were still stuck to her body and the wet lips traced the way downwards from her chin.  The neck, upper bosom all were licked and kissed with the lips resting at the start of cleavage.  The blouse was still tied to the body with a thin strip of cloth joined to the base running around her back.  The strings loosening had meant that the boobs were now uncovered with the front of the top was down exposing the luscious boobs,  He started the licking of cleavage, millimeter by millimeter he went south.  This was making her mad, he was so good at it.  Expert she thought.  As he completely measured the over three inch long cleavage, with his tongue, he moved to the underside of the boobies with the tongue still continuing the magic on the melons.  She was waiting for him to maul the melons but he was making her wait and the pleasurable pain was excruciating for her.  He planted innumerable number of kisses and licks on the underside of her tits, making her go further weak in knees.  Then he started the journey north still licking her, the tongue moved from between the boobs to her upper bosom.  Once again he made her long for his touch, which he was holding back.  He knew, if he could make her happy today, the luscious beauty, the voluptuous lass, the dream woman, the walking wet dream will be his for taking as long as he wanted.  He was not leaving any stone unturned to achieve his objective.

 

Then he proceeded to play with the boobs but not before untying the strip of cloth holding balance of the blouse.  The sight was magnificent, the luscious housewife was standing top nude with her black saree tied around her waist and some part on ground.  The nippie region was golden brown in colour. One common thing ran in the Kapoor family women, the nippies and aerolas were not dark in colour.  He took the nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked it a bit, the sensitive nipple became more stiff.  He did this to both the boobs.  The stiff nippies became looked like small erasers.  Then he started sucking the boobs with tongue paying attention area around nippies.  The boob massage started and gradually the pressure increased.  The sucking brought in new sensations to her.  People had sucked her boobs, nobody could resist the temptation, those were meant for mauling and sucking only, but this one was special.  This one was passionate, loving, caring.  She pressed his head further into her bosom.  She liked it and her pressing his head was the testimony.  The melons he liked were his now.  God was kind to him.  The breathing had increased, the bosom was heaving up and down with more prominence.  The sucking had made her reach her first orgasm.  She was sensitive there but nobody had made her cum only with sucking, boob pressing.  He was the first one to explore this possibility and succeed. She moaned and with one big moan, she pressed his head into her and the legs shook alongwith the whole body.  The face was a portrait of lust, wanton lust.  The eyes were half closed.  The thin sheen of sweat had applied a coat of shine on her body.  She came in like a waterfall, so much so that some of the love juices leaked out of the coveted pot and formed a stream on her inner thigh.

 

He disengaged and looked at the beauty.  The disheveled beauty was a piece of marvel to adore.  To reduce her pain, he pulled the saree and made her turn.  Turn by turn the saree came off revealing panty less lady with only a string on her waist to hold the string.  The string she removed.  God, this was special.  Seeing a full bodied experienced beauty is much different from seeing a young teenage nubile beauty.  She was more voluptuous.  Meat in right places, that much more alluring and inviting with a safe knowledge that his secret was safe with her.  She struck a pose with one leg in front of other, like models do, and the arms crossed much above her head.  This made her look more voluptuous, if earlier was not good enough.  He motioned her to swerve.  She did. The luscious ass globes were very inviting.  He knew their turn will come very soon. The ass looked so much fuller, so much rounder made for love making only.  The ass was fuller, rounder looked from any angle, from back or from side.  It was made to fuck.

 

Then she motioned him to remove his clothes. He was only too willing.  Off went the t-shirt and he opened the button of half-pant and stood close to her.  With a wicked smile on her face, she unzipped it, with a great deal of anticipation and expectation.  She had felt her dick on her ass during last encounter, she could make out it was big and strong, how much she wanted to see.  Down came the half pant and he stepped out of it.  She liked what she saw.  She adored what she saw.  She was fascinated by what she saw.  It was long, big, thick and raring to go.  She had seen a few now but this was stupendous.  The boy of 16 and half had such a big dick, the possibilities of it reaching some great size when he becomes a full grown adult were enormous.  Vicky was 5.11 then reaching a max height of 6.2.” Both he and his dick rose the same, with his adult dick reaching a max length of 11” when erect.  It was truly big.

 

The 8.0” boner was in its full glory.  Raring to rip apart her love nest.  She was in a trance.  He went close to her, held her hand and led towards their bedroom.  The same one where he had taken Sheetal’s cherry.  Like mother like daughter.  He sat on the bed, held her hair and pushed her down to her knees on the ground with the snake right in front of her mouth.  She held the base of his cock and guided it in her mouth.  Now it was his turn to squirm with pleasure.  She knew how to use her mouth.  The tongue played with the dick and using a deadly combination of inner cheeks, tongue and lips she cast a magic spell.  The tool was huge but the experienced practitioner was able to take in a majority of it.  As he pushed a bit forward, it appeared that she would choke but no, the seasoned campaigner took it all.  Such was her mastery, or was it the illicitness of the situation he was in, that after good 15 minutes of sucking he felt the now well known urge to splurge his semen in her mouth.  He came in by the buckets, filling her beautiful mouth, throat but a stream of semen crept out from corner of her mouth as well.  He took his cock out.  She looked at the cock immersed in his semen, brought the magical tongue out licked it clean.  She did not want to lose even a drop of teenage semen.

 

Both had one round each of casting magical spells on each other.

 

As she looked at him triumphantly, he got up and embraced her.  Both the naked bodies got intertwined, with mouths exploring each other hungrily.  Meanwhile hands touching every inch of each other’s body within reach.  After 5-7 minutes of fast moving exploration, they moved towards the bed.  They lay on the bed, on  facing each other.  He slid forward and started the kissing and boob press.  Both knew that this time it is going to lead to intercourse.  The lovemaking was slow but intense.  He kissed her deep, she held his rock hard tool, he pressed and played with the melons, the hand pressed the ass globes.  Slowly he moved her, spooning her.  Both were still lying on their sides, her head turned towards him and he continued the saliva interchange, the cock was in direct touch with her full rounded ass.  The slow wriggle of ass got the anaconda full mast.  The boob massaged gave way to navel play which moved further down to the coveted nest.  A couple of digits did magic to her.  Like a guru, he inserted and disengaged the digits, giving equal weightage to the inside and outside regions of the pussy.  The touch on the shaven area was very pleasurable.  To increase the fun or pleasurable torment, he continued the massage and smooching.  Slowly, slowly she turned towards him and he found himself on top of her.  No reason to complain.  He disengaged from the pussy, leaving her high & dry, but feeling expectant, he started smooching her with a vengeance.  He wanted her to feel his passion and wanted.  He kissed her all over her face, face, upper bosom, nippies, aerorlas, navel, stomach, thighs, pussy, knees, shins, calfs, toes.  This was unexpected for her, but she didn’t mind.  It was pleasurable.

 

He then started kissing the clean pussy and used his tongue to clean the place with tongue trying to force entry inside and giving unimaginable sensations to her.  After lubricating it enough with his tongue, he positioned his tool at the entrance and waited for her to look at him.  Both pair of expectant eyes met each other’s gaze and then both smiled.  The elder lady was much more lubricated and easy to penetrate, inch by inch the monster went in.  She felt so filled.  She thought that the kid can grow up to have some serious tool and it would be wise to have him on regular basis for a long term satisfaction.  Some Long Term planning you may say.  As his monstrous dick went in, he let it rest there for a couple of minutes.  Her legs were on his either side.  The melons were in his reach and the hands were playing with them.  She felt so filled.  The inner walls adjusted to adjust for this most welcome intruder.  Gradually he took the tool out and then rammed in.  It was like a train, starting slowly but surely and gradually picking up the speed.  He did the same, within 10-15 strokes he had picked up some serious speed and was ramming her with some vengeance.  She was his prized trophy and he wanted her to feel his passion for her.  His tool was hitting the inner most spots and continued hits on her G-spot and the whole idea of being fucked by her daughter’s classmate made her cum much sooner than her own expectations.  Suddenly she clinched the bedsheet with both her hands and the grip of her legs tightened around him.  She shivered indicating that she had come by gallons.  Same way of cumming he thought – like daughter like mother.

 

His dick felt the love juices, the pussy felt so much more easy to penetrate.  He started again.  What stamina she thought.  She had cum so easily and the boy is still going strong.  As he increased the tempo again, not tough considering the willing beauty in front of you, he started hitting her harder and harder.  The cervix was bearing the brunt of his heavy strokes.  He continued mauling her boobs.  He pressed her boobs, mauled them, pinched and pulled her nippies but she liked the pain she was getting.  The ivory beauty had her eyes closed and it was sheer ecstasy if nothing else.  The boy was making her crazy and continued head movement from side to side confirmed this.  The lusty lady was on the verge of next orgasm, she came in again by the gallons in the much repeated pattern on clinching the sheet, loud moan and tightening of her legs apart from the shiver.  As the orgasm subsided she felt the relief but the hitting still continued.  He felt the now well known tingling in his balls and knew it was time to ejaculate.  He brought his dick out and spread his thick rich semen all over her bosom pillows.  He then used his hands to spread it all over her boobs, flat stomach.  He also spread the love juices sticking to his tool on her inner thighs and ass globes.  She was glistening.  The coat of love juices of both the sexes was making her glow.  The sheen on her was much like Sanju rather than Sheetal.  Matured female gloss he thought.

 

Both looked at each other and he lay on the bed by her side.  Both looked at the ceiling fan movement.  Both lay exhausted.  Both bodies tired but a lot more to do.  After few minutes of being there naked side by side.  Mrs Kapoor got on top of him, squatting on his crotch with legs on his either side.   The shiny glistening body shone up in the light coming from a tiny gap in the drawn curtains. The perspiration was also adding to the glow of the two lovers.

 

She now positioned his dick at entrance of her pussy and started the rhythmic movement.  Seeing his face, she told him that she is on pill.  That was music to his ears.  Now she started the up & down Simple Harmonic Motion.  The boobs swung in every direction with her hair also swinging as per movement.  He lifted his hands to reach her boobs and maul them.  This time she was in control and she pushed his hands down and pinned them.  Though he could have easily got away with it but he allowed the lady to lead the love making.  She brought her self close to his body, rub boobies on his chest and then lifted herself up.  At times he would try to kiss the boobies close to him.  She would tease him and lift herself up and at time arch backwards thrusting the melons forward.  He could not reach them but this aspect of love making was new for him but he liked it.  The hard tool was hitting her much deeper, thanks to the gravity effect.  The cervix felt the hardness and steeliness of the tool.  The dick hit everywhere inside her.  She felt it to be more thick.  It was filling her duly and completely.  Gradually as she neared her orgasm the movement became more rapid, the soft moans changed to grunts and screams the hands came off pinning him.  The pendulous melons swayed in all directions without a care, Vicky took them in his safe custody and mauled them further.  Then he went to her ass globes and held Mrs Kapoor.  He was feeling her weight and effect of her movement on his crotch but he was not complaining.  Suddenly the increased momentum had reached its pinnacle.  She came in litres.  She clung on to the nearby wall and shivered massively.  The eyes closed and she was sweating profusely.  He had not cum as yet.  As she collapsed on him with the gigantic mammaries hitting his chest first, he swung her and positioned himself behind her gorgeous ass.  The well rounded adult fleshy ass was in front of him.  The creamy white globes hidden the smallish ass hole.  It was much small compared to her well used pussy, but not virgin.  Mr Kapoor and her other lovers would have to be impotent to not to have used her rear entry.

 

She never expected him to turn the tables and the ‘enormity’ of the situation hit her.  The enormous rod was going to pass through the smallish hole.  The thought of being perforated by a giant was both scary and enticing for her.  This time there were no niceties, her act during riding him like a cowgirl had made him think of inflicting pain in her ass.  As they say in hindi “Gaand maar loonga” (I’ll fuck your ass).  The expression doesn’t only denote the sexual connotation but the absolute domination. With the same thought he proceeded to ravage the luscious ass.  The dick was at the entrance point and with one huge force he pushed in about a couple of inches in.  The dick was pretty well lubricated by her love juices.  The force and pain made her eyes pop out of her sockets as she did not comprehend the ‘enormity’ of the situation she was in.  The mere thought of the huge tool was scaring her now.  Slowly, slowly the dick moved further in with the inner walls taking in and adjusting and making way for the monster.  This was huge - she thought.  It was like someone had choked her.  She was on her fours, the same way he held her daughter, he held her hair and started pushing in further.  She started moaning loudly to the point of screams.  Even he was in the mood to sound the dominant one.

 

“Mazaa aa raha hai – Bol” (r u enjoying this – speak) he said

 

“mmmmm” was the reply

 

“Zor se bol” (say it loudly)

 

“Haan” (yes)

 

“Kya Haan – zor se bol mazaa aa raha hai ya nahin” (what yes – say it loudly whether you are enjoying it or not)

 

“Haan – mazaa aa raha hai” (yes – I am enjoying it)

 

“Kya acchha lag raha hai” (what are you liking)

 

Hearing no answer he repeated it loudly

 

“Penis” came the soft reply

 

“Zor se bol” (speak loudly)  {he was addressing her as if she was younger than her or her keep – the manners of addressing someone elder were lost in lust}

 

“Your Penis” she said loudly

 

“Hindi mein bol” (say in hindi)

 

“Tera Bada Lund” (Your huge dick)

 

This pleased him, the juices, lubrication, force ensured that he had built up great momentum and hitting her very in.  She was enjoying.  After a brief period of sheer pain it was now pleasure and pain for her.  A massive pain, I may add.