My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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With this he moved back to his house after completing his tea.  The next day was a Sunday, he got up lazily, saw some TV programme had his breakfast and started studying.  Deep down he was still thinking of how to screw all 3 Kapoor ladies in one go so that he has his own private Harem there.  Also, yesterday’s talk with Mrs Khan had emboldened him a lot to look at a possible foursome with Khan ladies.  The fact that Mrs Khan was aware of his flings with her daughters had made it a bit easier for him to plan it forward.  Anyways after having a ‘brunch’ he started studying and completing the nuisance science Practical Files.  He liked doing the Physics, Chemistry practicals but maintaining the files was such a drain and waste of effort for him.

 

At about 4pm, his parents told him that they are going somewhere and would be back by Dinner only.  He said ok.  As Mr Khan was also there, he did not bother to go to neighbours house to probe further.  Around 5pm he went out to play and came back by 6.30pm.  As he pressed the bell at the staircase entrance, he saw Mrs Khan opening the door, both smiled at each other.  He followed her, all the time focusing on the ass globes in front of him.  As he was about to open his door, Mrs Khan said “Vicky zara help kar de” (can you pls help)

 

“Jee” (ok)

 

“Tere uncle baahar gayen hain” (your uncle – Mr Khan – has gone out)

 

That was music to his ears.  He opened the lock of his house.  Put the bat etc in, he changed into a loose cotton short, removed shoes & socks and as he was about to turn, the phone rang and brought the good news that his parents would be late and will only come by 10pm.  He went to his neighbour’s house in a sweaty t-shirt, cotton shorts, slipper and yes undergarments were in place.

 

His favourite Khan lady asked him to help her pick up some load (some old stuff) from the kitchen store and take it to the terrace.  They will then sell it to some kabadiwala.  Mrs Khan was wearing a salwar kameez, not a very tight one, but enough to bring notice to the curves, the top was not very deep but it was very nicely cut to show off a bit of cleavage for normally endowed ones and a lot more for the generously endowed Mrs Khan.  He was taking the bulk of the load with Mrs Khan also pitching in.  While on one of the rounds to the terrace, he said “aunty today nothing is free”

 

She said “ok – sukha thankyou nahin karoongi” (ok – no dry thankyou this time) and smiled.

 

He kept on helping her to sort the stuff. At one time he was standing on a stool with Mrs Khan down on her haunches giving him the bird’s eye view of her boobs with the cleavage running right till the end.  The cotton short did little to control his python.  She saw up and saw his stare but did nothing and continued working.  He too continued his gaze and his work. The python too continued awakening forming a discernable tent in his shorts.  She got up to help him and noticed the tent, smiled and ignored.  She knew of the effects she had on men and was proud that she could do this to a young kid as well who had confessed his liking for her both the daughters.  Vicky noticed the smile and the ignore.

 

He was still atop the stool and she was standing.  The line of vision was straight to her bra clad boobs.  The python was still in an invigorated state.  However he continued the work diligently.  Then came a stage when they had to shift a heavier load to the terrace.  Again his eyes got the treat of valley views encased in her Kameez, since Mrs Khan was also helping taking it up.  Through the evening he was unabashedly looking at the twin peaks to his heart’s content, his logic was if she wanted to object she would have covered her ample bosom with some dupatta atleast.  Since she didn’t, it was a free show for him.  He was a very willing and happy audience of the show on view.  By 8pm they had finished the job.  She was happy since she was able to do it without her husband (Vicky didn’t know that they had a fight over it during the day with Mr Khan shouting at her and telling her to do it herself).  Vicky was happy because he had covered one more step of his ladder to the utltimate Khan lady.

 

He was soaking with sweat and so was she.  This made the light coloured suit to stick to her body evermore with two beauties jutting out in glory all the more.  The smell of his sweat felt nice to her.  Since it was sweat borne out of effort.  She had seen how Vicky’s father was in-charge of the house and used to help his mother in lifting the heavier loads.  If it was a man’s job he would do it.  Though he had the luxury of having a strong son as Vicky but he himself was no shirker of work.  Her own husband on the other hand had become disinterested with leaving her to fend for herself at times.

 

Vicky just snapped her out of her thought process.  He knew that he still had time to cover one more step of the ladder.  He said “Aunty – thanda sa roohafza bana do” (aunty please make a chilled roohafza – a soft drink for summers)

 

She said “haan kaafi garmi ho gayi hai” (yes its quite hot)

 

He stood there in the verandah looking at the shapely Aunty and thought Mr Khan is a jerk to ignore her.  He planned to press the right buttons.

 

She returned with two glasses of the soft drink with some more in a jug.  They moved to the drawing room with the benefit of having a room cooler. 

 

He started his ‘innocent’ talk. 

 

“Aunty aapki love marriage hui thi ya arrange’ (Aunty was yours a love marriage or arranged)

 

She was surpised by this sudden question but regain her composure and said “Arranged”

 

“Uncle bahut lucky hain” (uncle is very lucky)

 

She smiled and said nothing.

 

He insisted “Main sach kahe raha hoon – aap itni attractive hain’ (I am telling truth – you are so attractive)

 

She blushed. The kid knew some serious smooth talking. 

 

“Kisne aapki shaadi arrange karwayi thee – main bhi usko kahunga taaki aap jitnee attractive biwi miley” (who got your marriage arranged – I will ask the person to get an attractive lady like you as my wife)

 

She told him how hers and Mr Khan’s family had known each other for some time and after Khan got a good government job they married.  Soon after marriage, she had also cleared an exam to land a government job. 

 

“Aunty – ek baat poochoon bura toh nahin manogi”  (Aunty – should I ask something – will you get angry)

 

“Nahin – pooch” (no – ask)

 

“Aapka koi toh boyfriend hoga” (you must be having a boy friend)

 

“Oye” she shouted in mock anger

 

“Aunty – kyon koi ladke nahin rahete thhe aapke area mein” (were there no men around) “Cannot believe aap par kisi ne line nahin maari” (cannot believe nobody tried)

 

She said “kisi ko batayega toh nahin” (can you keep a secret)

 

“Sure – Trust me” he was all ears.

 

She then told him of a young man whom she loved.  What she did not tell him how they had made love.  The guy was a ***** and that was one of the reasons that they could not get married.  Also the man didn’t have a good job and here was Mr Khan with a very good government job and from the same community.  She got married against her will.  Though she didn’t dislike Mr Khan but could never forget him.   The more she talked to Vicky the more she felt comfortable with him.  She ended up telling him how Mr Khan was disinterested and was not doing his duty as a father and husband, which translated that he didn’t bother about her daughters and didn’t screw her.  He was elated.

 

To bring out more from her, he said “uncle disinterested toh nahin lagte” (he doesn’t look disinterested)

 

“you don’t know” she said affirmatively.

 

“Main uncle ki jagah hota toh abhi bhi aapse bahut pyaar karta” (had I been in uncle’s place I would have loved you a lot)

 

She felt happy at the kid’s statement, little did she know he meant screwing part more than love.

 

It was 8.45 now, achha main chalta hoon.  (ok I will leave)

 

She said “Vicky Thankyou” and she meant it this time.

 

He said “phir sukha” (again dry one)

 

“Kaise gila karoon” (how do I make it wet from dry)

 

“aap gussa toh nahin karoge” (you wont get angry)

 

“nahin” (no)

 

He asked her to close her eyes.  She did.

 

On her cheek she felt a small peck.  She opened her eyes looked at him in mock anger and smiled.  For him one more step crossed.

 

She knew his parents would come late and asked him to take bath and come back for dinner.  He knew that he can cover atleast one more step today.

 

He had a quickest shower in life and came back wearing a fresh t-shirt and Bermuda shorts.  Mrs Khan had meanwhile changed to another Salwar Kameez which was a bit more revealing or was it his imagination.  The lovely hair were tied in a pony tail with no sign of the dupatta to cover her prized assets.

 

Anyways he went to the kitchen alongwith her so as to spend maximum time close to her.  The talk about her boyfriend continued.  He probed her more to learn that she had her fair share of flings during late college and early college, which was obvious considering the ripe beauty that she would have been in those years.  On probing a lot and using his innocent persuasive skills he was able to elicit that she was involved in some heavy petting stuff.  Considering condoms or pills were not in vogue, it seemed plausible to him.  However what she hid was that she did it with those guys and her boyfriend by calculating the period cycle. 

 

Anyways by 9.30pm dinner was ready and was served.  Though he wanted to eat the cook rather than the food, however, for the time being he felt contented by dinner only.

 

After lunch he thanked her.

 

Pat came the reply “kya sukha thanks”

 

He smiled and this time held her by the shoulders and gave slightly wet pecks on both her cheeks.  Both smiled at their secret.  Around the same time his parents and Mr Khan came, he went to his house, she told his parents of his help in shifting some stuff.  They thanked her for the dinner.

 

The next day was Monday, he came back from his college and as per habit he searched for the staircase door key, he found no lock. Then he remembered Mrs Khan being on leave.  He pressed the doorbell.  She came down and opened the door.  He said thanks and she only said dry.  He closed the door and moved ahead, she looked disappointed as a college girl.  As she came close to him, he gave two pecks on her cheeks.  Before she could said anything he said someone may have seen closer to the door.  She agreed which meant it was their secret fling. 

 

Similar routine continued for the week leading upto Friday.  Tuesday and Thursday were non tuition days.  On these days there were some moments of saying thanks.  She also implored him and learnt that he had indulged in some heavy petting with her daughters.  Both were party to it and knew of each other’s involvement.  This was much in line with what he had heard.  On one day she had managed to overhear their conversation when both teenage hottiles were describing their sessions with Vicky to each other.  Since the sessions were on terrace hence it was still not full on sex.  She would not have been surprised if she was told of his indiscretions with her daughters.

 

On Saturday was Sheetal’s birthday, where it all had started.  On Friday evening he got a call from her about a party at her house.  Right on the dot he reached her house.  The party was on her terrace like last time.  This time too all the 3 Kapoor women were looking damn hot.  During the course of the evening he had managed to do some groping with all 3, with one groping session with Sheetal in presence of her mother.  While fondling Mrs Kapoor’s gigantic mamaries, Sheetal stole glances from corner of her eyes as she was in the visible range.  Such was his control over the ladies.

 

As the party ended he stayed back to help in tidying up and also grope a feel or two.  At that point of time it was Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and Vicky left on the terrace.  They were standing very close to each other, Sheetal asked “My birthday gift” to which he replied very authoritatively that he and her mother would have a threesome with her as a birthday gift.  To this comment Sheetal and her mother got perplexed and got lost in their own worlds on implication of such a birthday gift from him.

 

The next morning he got a call from Mrs Kapoor “Come at 5pm for giving birthday gift to Sheetal.”  The message was short but with humungous possibilities.  He told his parents that he will go to play some game in the evening.  He said that he will go to Kapoor’s house and then for the game.  Nothing new.  They were ok with it.  So now again his theory of half-truth was working well.  The only thing he hid was that the game was Sex.  He studied during the day whole heartedly with intermittent thoughts of possibilities in the day.

 

Not to arouse any sort of suspicion, he wore his usual t-shirt and track pants that he wore to play.  He walked down to their house and reached at 5pm.  The girls had plans for him.

 

He pressed the doorbell which was opened by Sheetal.  She was wearing a one piece halter type top scarlet red coloured dress.  The top was held by a knot behind her neck with extra deep cut top encasing the boobies and the hem of the bottom coming well over her knees.  The shoulders and back were on display as so much of her other body parts.  He moved in to kiss her but she resisted.  As she closed the door behind him, came in, as if in an orchesterated move, Mrs Kapoor.  His jaws dropped.  The elder kapoor clan female specimen was clad in the same dress.  The dress was a size smaller than the actual size but it was all the more better as it accentuated the boobies and ass globes.  The girls looked a replica of each other separated by a few years.  The older girl was more bustier and looked naughtier in the one piece dress.  Vicky went to her and kissed her bang on the lips and continued to smooch her and press her ass globes.  Sheetal saw this and did not know how to react.  She was jealous and turned on at the same time.  Her mother saw her and asked her to come close to them.  He turned around to around to face Sheetal with her mother pressing her mammaries on his back.  He exchanged saliva with Sheetal with one behind his back reaching upto the gorgeous ass of Mrs Kapoor and the other one pressing Sheetal’s ass globe.  The older Kapoor lady traced her hand to his crotch thereby increasing the tension in his penis.  It got harder, if there was any scope for further hardening.  It was a great sandwich.  He was the piece of meat covered by two Hot breads.

 

He then turned Sheetal around and started playing with nape of her neck, since the hair were tied in a pony, the shoulders and back were all his to explore.  He pulled the senior one to the front and she started kissing her daughter.  He looked up and saw the most erotic sight of his life.  Even much better than lesbian acts among Khan sisters.  The mother daughter lesbian kiss was just too hot.  His hands reached the huge boobies of the senior one only to find the junior ones hand planted before him.  The daughter was now kissing the upper swells of her mother’s bosom, the bosom from which she sucked the milk as a kid.  With a single motion he went behind the older one to kiss her everywhere from behind and let daughter enjoy her lesbian act with her mother.  He lifted the hem of the dress to find the senior one pantyless.  Like mother like daughter, sheetal was too panyless.  The fucktoys were focused on getting fucked and not wasting any time.  With the thought he just opened the knots behind the necks and the silky dress came down to floor after kissing every inch of the body on their way down.  By this time, he too took off his t-shirt and vest and off went his track pant and underwear.  All the three were now in their birthday suits. 

 

They moved to their much used bedroom.  Both knew that Vicky had done it with them on this very bed separately and will now do it jointly, little did they know that he had done it with the other hottie, Niti, thereby completing fucking the trinity of three damn hot Kapoor clan women.  The granite hard tool was at full mast saluting the two.  The two had planned to drain him, he was not complaining.  Mrs Kapoor was on her fours before he could climb.  He reached behind her and start humping.  Today was no time for foreplay.  The sight was too erotic for him to have control on his balls.  They would have erupted before time.  Slowly he built up a momentum, the penis was going to the much visited hole by it earlier.  It had been there many a time.  Sheetal just got under her mother from the gate made due to Mrs Kapoor being on her fours and started sucking boobies.  She got hooked onto the boobies that fed her.  May be it was the sheer beauty of her mother or the illicitness of the relationship or the fact that she got fed from them much earlier, whatever it was – it was erotic.  Apart from pounding her asshole, he was fingering her pussy as well.  The strong fingers were going in and making her crazy.  Due to Sheetal he was not able to hold onto the favourite globes of Mrs Kapoor.  He held Mrs Kapoor’s pony and with one swift movement made her sit up while still on her knees. This had caused two problems, one that he had to readjust his piston since the movement had changed to do tango with her asshole and also Sheetal was also on her knees in front of her mother still stuck to the boobs. 

 

Anyways, he readjusted himself, Mrs Kapoor cooperated for the penetration and the game began again. This time it was better for his hands since the hands could alternate between any pair of boobs and the two pussies on offer.  He was kissing Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal whenever she found time to get off the boobs. 

 

He had turned Mrs Kapoor’s neck towards him for kissing her, this had angered Sheetal a bit who took to kissing her mother with a vengeance.  The two pair of soft female lips were exchanging saliva, tasting each other and tongue over lips and lips over lips combination was just too hot.  He had increased the strokes, Mrs Kapoor was pushing her ass back to meet his strokes and then he erupted, he came in by the litres and the other two by gallons, he was not the only one to come.  While Mrs Kapoor was feeling aftereffects the earthshattering orgasm, he pushed Sheetal on her back and placed his flaccid dick on her pussy entry.  The dick covered in jism was shining in glory albeit was flaccid.  He saw her and her mother and made her mother, who was still in a state of a semi-trance to lick his dick.  Her licks provided the tonic to the dick and within a few minutes the dick was back to its glory.  What a scene – mother licking dick of a young man so that he could fuck her daughter.  As she readied the young man to fuck her daughter she went towards her head and placed her pussy on her face.  As a most natural thing to do, she started licking her pussy.  Stroke by stroke he build up the momentum.  It was a triangle of lust.  Sheetal was licking her mother’s pussy while hers was being pumped by Vicky and her mother and Vicky were kissing each other like young lovers.  He was not missing to press the gorgeous set of boobs.  Everyone was contributing to the lusty triangle. 

 

Sheetal by lifting her crotch to match his strokes, lifting her face to match her mothers movement, Mrs Kapoor was matching the youngsters strokes and kissing, all in all a fuck fest.  Since he had cum a short while earlier, this time he was able to continue for a longer period, though he wanted to fuck Sheetal’s ass as well but he continued the fun since all 3 were involved.  After good 12-15minutes of the fuck fest, Sheetal was the one to start shuddering as a built up to the orgasm.  Her licks became feverish and she continued lapping up her mothers clit which was doing wonders to her.  Her mother was also in a love trance and held Vicky’s shoulders who in turn continued pressing hers and her daughter’s boobs.  With a shriek Sheetal announced her cumming.  She tightened her leg grip around him and waved her head from side to side.  He continued pumping her hard.  This had a great affect and she came evermore.  He was in such a state today that he pushed her in a semi trance state and forced himself in her mother.  Both ladies were surprised but loved his audacity.  Now the scene had changed, Mrs Kapoor was lapping up all the love juice of her daughter as both had exchanged positions.  Further 10-12minutes of fuck fest brought both him and Mrs Kapoor to orgasm and Sheetal too came.  After such a long fuck session they just collapsed on each other.

 

Unknown to them one female shadow was watching them.  She had just entered the house and the intoxicating sex smell had led to the room.  She had the keys of the other exit door and she came in from there.  The climax of the fuck fest she witnessed had startled her and made her wet.  She was none else than Niti

 

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Niti looked at the fuck fest inside and was partially surprised.  Partially, since she was expecting something between Sheetal and Vicky. Like Sheetal she was also witness to the new found glamour and its results for her mother.  Deep down she could reason.  She herself had made love to Vicky and thought that her mother may have fallen to his big dick. 

 

Sheetal and her Mother looked at the shadow and screamed.  They shell shocked and did not utter a word, but neither did they clothed themselves.  Vicky looked at Niti and got up.  He held her by the hand and brought her in.  The ease with which he cast a spell on her made Sheetal and her mother realize that he had been with Niti also.  Since all were exposed, quite literally, nobody could point fingers at each other.  Vicky kissed Niti bang on lips in front of her mother and sister.  Meanwhile Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal got busy with each other.  Then it was turn of the mother with her elder daughter and then the sibling love.  All the smooches and saliva interchanged ensured that Vicky will always have atleast one Kapoor female specimen at his beck and call. 

 

Strangely enough, Vicky did not have the fuck fest he was waiting for.  It was already 7pm and he had to rush back home.  He left everyone in the lurch but not before some seriously hot foreplay.  Sunday was well utilized.

 

Sadaf and Tina were still in Sikkim and Mrs Khan was still at home.  The next day was Monday and owing to the Tuition pressure he could not meet her much apart from the “Wet Thankyou” at the staircase door.  The next day was a Tuesday, the non tuition day.  He had time on his side.  After the usual “Wet Thankyou” he moved to his house, had the lunch his mother had kept for him, as usual.  He took a short nap at was woken by the doorbell.  It was Mrs Khan.  She came in.  Was wearing a light coloured Saree, the boobs were about to spill out from the deep cut blouse.  The blouse was sleeveless and was cut deep from both the front and the back.  The Pallu of the Saree was carelessly taken or carefully taken to expose the side of the huge mammary.  The deep cleavage of ample bosom was also on display for all who cared to look.  She spoke about the usual things and then requested Vicky to help her with something.  To him it felt as if it was something deliberate.  He said OK and then went to her house. 

 

Those were not the days of MCB tripping.  MCB was just a couple of years away then and thank god it was then a couple of years away.  Those were good old days of the meter fuse, which you had to re-wind with a copper wire.  Apparently, due to some faulty wiring in the electric Iron, it gave away.  Vicky went down to check the Meter in the staircase, pulled out the Ceramic Fuse, brought the wire from his house, usual practice of those days, re-wound the fuse and inserted it back.  As he tried to switch the meter on, it again went off with a sound.  Mrs Khan got a bit worried.  He was not.   He again pulled out the fuse, analysed what he did wrong, corrected the mistake and bingo.  This time everything went off well.  They went to her house, he looked at the iron, took out the burned wires, re-plugged the iron and it was all ok now.

 

She started with the usual thanks.

 

He replied “Aunty aaj Thanks thoda zyaada gila karna padega” (Aunty the Thanks has to be wetter today)

 

She replied “meaning”

 

He went near her and said “Roz ke tareeke se nahin hoga” (not like the daily ‘pecks’)

 

She laughed and said “phir kaise” (how else then).

 

He took her face in hands and planted kiss on her lips.  She tried to move away but he was too strong for her. Also he thought that she could have protested a bit more vigorously.  Though she did not open her lips for tongue penetration but the protests had gone down in intensity a lot.  After he felt that she was not protesting much, he disengaged. 

 

Both looked at each other with a neutral expression.

 

He then said “Ab fees badh gayi hai” (the fees has now increased)

 

She kept silent and nodded slightly.

 

This time he again lifted her face and kissed her.  His ability to kiss made her go weak.  She was feeling very weak and then she opened her lips to welcome his tongue.  This was the opportunity worth waiting for.  He let his tongue probe her mouth.  She was reciprocating.  The hands were now behind his head mingling with his hair.  The eyes closed.  The boy could kiss and he was using all his experience to impress the neighbourhood hot aunty.  And impress did he.  She felt the huge difference in the way he kissed and others had (remember mention of fun by Sadaf/Tina).  He licked her tongue, her lips, her face and as he was about to move down to neck, she stopped him. 

 

“Aaj ke liye itna thanks bahut hai” (enough of thanks today)

 

This was music to his ears.  She had not ruled out progress further.

 

He said ok but before leaving requested for one more round. She too wanted him to do so – she wanted to see some semblance of control so rather than giving in to him she wanted him to request.  This time the smooch was longer, more passionate and captivating.  He had won her with the kiss only.  One more milestone reached.

 

The next day, Wednesday, she opened the staircase door and both kissed unabashedly in the staircase for good 10-15mins. She was giggling like a teenager. He wanted her to be his while kissing so that the transition to the boob press mode is smooth.

 

The next day was a Thursday, non-tuition day.  What he didn’t know that Mr and Mrs Khan had a bit of fight, the preivous night.  She was expecting some love from Mr Khan since none else was there and she was in the mood for some love making. They had not done so for quite some time.  Everytime Mr Khan would cite Sadaf and Tina’s presence in the other room as the reason or something else.  This time too he made excuses, god knows why, which resulted in an eruption of volcanoes from both the ends resulting in Khan calling her names and also raking up her past.  This had infuriated her no end.

 

So as their Wet Thankyou session began in the staircase itself, she melted into him.  A soft hand on her boobs was pushed away by her.  This meant she was ok till kissing and nothing further as of now.  They went up and he continued kissing her.  He tried to move to the boobs one more time but the advance was curtly rejected.   

 

By evening he had Mrs Khan in 7-8 thanking rounds.  Each thanks going on for good 8-10 minutes.  They were behaving like teenagers.  Over the next 2 days they kissed each other at every given opportunity to the point of Mr Khan being in the living room and they kissing each other in the kitchen on pretext of helping her.  If he went to the terrace for his night sojourn, she also came up briefly on some pretext and now all charade of Thankyou had gone away.

 

He would now openly ogle at her heavy boobs and she would just smile and let it be. 

 

He had started commenting “Sadaf has taken your upper half and Tina your bottom” which soon moved to boobs and sexy ass.  She was also encouraging the filthy talk. Perhaps it was her way of getting back at her husband. Who said domestic discord was bad?

 

On Sunday afternoon Khan and Vicky’s father had gone out for some Resident Welfare Association work, his mother was busy with her cousin sister who had come to meet them.  Mrs Khan was itching for the kissing, she came and requested Vicky’s mother to ask him to help her lifting some heavy stuff for her.  Vicky’s mother didn’t see anything wrong in this and asked Vicky to do so. 

 

Vicky went as if not much interested and only going to help a neighbour.  They did not bolt the door only shut it.  Both he and Mrs Khan went in to the room and spread some stuff as if re-arranging them.  He caught hold of her and smooched her.  She said “Arrey bagair thanks ke” (even without thanks)

He replied “Thanks gaya tel lene” (Thanks has gone to get oil – not possible to translate in English the essence of the sentence)

 

She said “Tel kyon” (why oil)

 

Pat came the reply “lubrication ke liye” (for lubrication)

 

This made him burst into laughter and her to smile shyly and enjoy the boldness of the kid. 

 

Mrs Khan was wearing a thin cotton suit with a deepish cut in the front.  The thin cotton suit made a lot of sense in the Delhi Summer.  He noted that when she came to ask Vicky’s mother she was wearing a heavy dupatta to hide the contours. 

 

He started while picking up some load “Sadaf ke bade hain aur soft bhi hain” (Sadaf’s are big and soft)

 

She looked at him questioningly

 

“Sadaf’s boobs”

 

“How do you know” was her instinctive reply which she regretted saying.

 

This was the opportunity he was waiting for “I have felt them they are just awesome” he said proudly.  He continued “Tina’s are a bit different but still very good”  he said salivating at the opportunity before him.  “Ek baat toh hai aapki dono betiyaan aapki tarah bahut hot hain” (must say both your daughters are very hot, just like you)

 

Now it was case of Mrs Khan to feel awkward.

 

He was looking at the melons in front of him. 

 

“Aunty – uncle bahut lucky hain” (uncle is very lucky) “he has access to those boobs”

 

He was going too fast and she was not able to control him.  

 

Vicky then focused on lifiting the box and placed it in the store.

 

Without waiting for a response, he smooched her.  She was expecting him to try to go for her boobs, but he outsmarted her and placed his hand on her ass globes and pressed them slightly.  Since her hands were pressed between his chest and her, for sake of stopping his boob attack, she could not ward off.  Perhaps she did not want to either.

 

As they disengaged “Tina’s ass is much like you”

 

She was finding out too many things today and was startled.

 

“Accha ab chalta hoon” (ok time for me to go)

 

She was disheartened like a teenage lover but understood since his mother and aunt. But before leaving she thanked him a lot – for a good 10-12 minutes.  At one point of time when he tried to press the boobs she moved his hand away after some seconds only. 

 

He opened his door.  His mother asked “kya thaa” (what was it)

 

“Kuchh dabbe thhe” (a few boxes)

 

His mother felt proud of her husband and son as due to them she did not have to pick up such heavy stuff.

 

The next day was a Monday, it was a day worth its weight in Gold since the Summer Vacations were starting from Tuesday.  He came home a bit late since it was their last vacations at college and the 12th class students decided to have some get togther.  Sheetal was also part of the get togther and he got together with her for a few minutes in college at their exclusive spot.  At home he was not expecting anyone since Mrs Khan was to join office that day.  But as he came back, he found the door bolted from inside.  He pressed the doorbell for both his and neighbour’s house since he did not know who would be there.

 

Mrs Khan came down to open the door.  He was surprised since she had yesterday only told him of her leaves ending.  Anyways he did not mind as the wet thankyou was the order of the day.  They continued kissing her for another 15 minutes or so with pressing her boobs over the blouse.  She would move away his hand though the duration of contact was increasing every time.

 

The reason for her being on leave was another fight with Mr Khan last night.  It ended up Mr Khan hitting her.  This had her infuriated and she swore to herself of having fun with Vicky.  Though she was in such a mood that she could have gone ahead with anyone but it was his luck and effort that would bear fruit today.  He rushed upstairs and went for the Tuition. She thought him to be lacking in expertise or experience but she was so wrong.

 

He did not want to miss tuition to arouse any suspicion. He was sure of doing it the next morning.

 

The next morning, he got up lazily, bid bye to his parents who went to the office, freshened up and had his breakfast.  By now he was sure that Mr Khan would also have left.  He didn’t know that he had left a bit early that day. With the intention of having Mrs Khan for additional breakfast, he moved.  He was wearing only Bermuda Shorts and a loose t-shirt.  He was deliberately not wearing anything underneath.  He had sensed the craving she had for him and thought that within next two days he should be able to do many things to her. Before he could open his door, the bell ranged.  It was Mrs Khan.  She was more eager than the kid.  He checked with him in a most concerning tone about him having taken the breakfast, to which he replied in affirmative.  She then asked him about having tea this time he said he would like to have it with her.

 

She asked him to come with her.  With both the doors on terrace and the one in Staircase properly shut, it was only Mrs Khan and Vicky together.  He left his door half opened.  As she stood near the gas stove for preparing tea, he went behind and encircled her with his arms.  The python was touching her lower back.  He started nuzzling her and kissed on her nape of the neck.  If it worked well with Mrs Kapoor it should also work well with Mrs Khan.  Both were Mrs K in one way.  Mrs Kamasutra.

 

And it worked well.  She for a minute melted into him by moving back to him.  The ass was on his crotch and moving.  The eveready python also had caught the groove and was enjoying the contact of the much wanted ass.  The hands found their way towards their favourite resting place, i.e the much ample bosom.  The hands did not apply a lot of pressure, but enough to feel them.  Her head had tilted back to rest on his chest.  Her eyes were closed and she was living the illicit moment to the hilt.  He applied a bit more pressure on her boobs and kissed her neck a bit more and nibbled her ear. 

 

He said in her ear “aapke boobs toh Sadaf se bhi acchhe hain” (your boobs are better than Sadaf)

 

She felt proud on receiving compliment from a youngster though the comparison was with her own daughter only.