My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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His index finger found way to the nipple and applied a bit of pressure to tingle her.  She was losing it.  As the passions were boiling so did the tea and it came out of the container and spill over.  This brought her back to senses and she quick disentangled herself and shut off the gas stove.  The shutting of the gas stove was accompanied by shutting off of her passion valve, albeit for the time being.

 

She just came back from her trance and pushed him back and got away.  Still she did not have the courage to tell him no or ask him to go out.  Her body wanted him, her mind wanted him, her passion wanted him and she also knew that if the boy is there and she is also on leave, then it would be case of when (in that week) rather than whether.  But a thought of being a good wife, though she had her minor flings, and that too so close and what if someone finds out was making her disengage.  Rest she was his for the taking.

 

Two things then happened as if on cue.  The doorbell rang and so did the phone in Vicky’s house, he rushed to pick up phone and Mrs Khan went to see who was it at the staircase entrance. It was Mr Khan. She tidied herself and went down to open the door.

 

It was Vicky’s father’s call from office.  It was an urgent call.  Vicky’s maternal grandfafther (nanaji) was not well and was hospitalized at PGI Chandigarh.  His parents were coming back home early to go to Chandigarh.  Though he was not terminally ill but was unwell nevertheless.  Even at his age of over 85 years he was considered fit.  Hence it was a shocker for him.  As he spoke more with his father he learnt that it was some liver problem and he may have to undergo a liver operation.  During the call of 2-3 minutes memories of time spent with his nanaji flashed before him.  He admonished himself for thinking worse and was hopeful that he will come out well. 

 

On the other side of the door, Mr Khan had returned to tell his wife of the impending tour that he will have to undertake.  He had gone early to office for some urgent work and as it turned out he had to travel to the Southern part of the country in the evening.  He got the booking for the evening train through Government office channels.  Flights were not very common then for domestic travels.

 

In another hour or so, his parents also returned.  His mother was predictably a bit worried and was hurrying up.  His father had got the evening Shatabdi tickets arranged.  A few more calls were made.  They learnt the condition from their daughter who they believe could give a more realistic picture.  After understanding that it was not life threatening but considering his age it will make him weaker they felt a bit better. 

 

The whole afternoon went on for preparation for the travel on both sides of the doors.

 

At around 3.30pm his mother went to Mrs Khan to explain them about their travel and a request to take care of Vicky.  Then they learnt of Mr Khan also traveling the same evening.  Now it was a case of Mr Khan asking Vicky to take care of his aunty and for Vicky’s parents to ask Mrs Khan to take care of Vicky.  Little did they know of the care they would end up taking.  Mr Khan offered to take them to the Railway Station in his official car that he had called.  They agreed.  So at 4.00pm his parents and Mr Khan went in the Official Ambassador to the Railway Station.

 

Vicky and Mrs Khan came down to bid byes.  As the car turned away from the block, both looked at each other and went in.  The staircase door was closed.  Vicky had moved ahead and went in.  Mrs Khan was expecting him to pounce on her and she also wanted the same but he was not in the mood.  He went to his house and straight away called his sister.  He thought his parents were hiding something from him.  He told her that parents have gone to the Station with Mr Khan will be taking the 5.20pm train.  He then asked her to tell in more detail.  After talking to her he learnt that it was not life threatening but they will have to be cautious considering age but were very positive of it going off smoothly as the preliminary test results were encouraging.  He then felt a bit relaxed and as he relaxed his mind wandered off to one Mrs Khan.

 

It was already evening and he had missed the classes today.  Anyhow he was sure how he will make up for them.  At around 6pm the bell rang and in came the concerned Mrs Khan asking him to fill the water as it was time for the water supply.  The water was supplied twice a day.  3 hours in the morning and 2hrs in the evening.  The concerned aunt came in and filled in the kitchen water etc and told him to come to her house for the evening tea.  The tone was very much asexual as if by a genuinely concerned person but the message was not.  And the message was not lost on him.

 

He did not let her go and held her arm. She was just waiting for his touch and melted into him.  This time all notions of being a good wife went with the Superfast Train.  They kissed each other like lovers.  He kneaded her boobs, her well rounded ass, licked her super silky skin.  He again exchanged saliva with her and was a bit more relaxed safe in the knowledge of not being disturbed by anyone and also that she was now a willing partner.  He was more patient and the saliva exchanges and kneading of the gigantic mammaries had become more slow and pleasurable.  Mrs Khan never expected him to be such a master at this.

 

She was wearing a light cream coloured printed saree with cream coloured blouse encasing the ample bosom and was wearing a light coloured knee length petticoat.  The pallu of the saree on her shoulder was more than willing to drop off and became successful in the same after a few attempts bringing to view the best possible view of the deep cleavage of the ample bossom.  He then noted the extra deep cut of the blouse and how it was very short as compared to other blouses. It was cut deep from both front and the back and was hiding the much wanted treasures.

 

He left her face and with one shot licked her deep cleavage.  This was unchartered for her as her husband never had licked it and even in the flings she had nobody did that to her.  Others were busy in pressing and kneading her boobs only. He was different – he was a budding master at pleasing women.   He held the pallu of her Saree and pulled it off slowly.  Mrs Khan was a willing participant and rotated to facilitate taking off her saree. It was a scene right out of a erotic one.  3-4 turns and off went the Saree.  He got a hanky and tied it over her eyes and led her close to the fridge. 

 

Gradually he licked her face throwing her into the throes of passion.  Lick by lick she was growing crazy.  He did not only wet the face but her face, cleavage, upper bosom, shoulders as she was wearing a sleeveless blouse.  She was trying to hold his head to her herself but he was too quick for her.  A couple of times she tried to get rid of her blindfold but he did not let her do so. 

 

And then, the top hook of the blouse came off giving way to more view of the deep cleavage and one by one all 4 hooks of the blouse came off.  She was in no mood to hide her modesty and he was in no mood to let her do it.  The front of the blouse opened to showcase the lacy bra encased melons.  If not melons then only god knew what were they.   She tried to take off the blouse completely which he stopped.  It was a sight worth its weight in gold, diamond, platinum.  Sitting before was the dusky dream lady like a slut ready to bow to his demands.  He cupped her boobs over the lacy bra and kissed them again and again.  He played with the nipple from over the bra and tweaked them.

 

Vicky allowed her to remove the blouse completely and with the blouse off went the lacy bra.  He could not believe his luck of having been successful with two of the hottest specimens of mature female (Mrs Khan and Mrs Kapoor).   Vicky sucked the boobs like a kid, licked them right from the bottom to cleavage to upper bosom and back.  She also pressed his head on her ample treasures.

 

The fridge door opened and he brought out fruits starting with a banana.  What a naughty sight it was of a mature blindfolded lady, topless dancing to the tunes of the young kid and taking in the banana.  Meanwhile he had also got rid of his garments.  She took one small bite of the banana and he pulled it out.  He then brought his own banana to her face and she opened her lips to form an O.  The lips touched his tool and as she licked the head she found the taste to be different.  He pulled it back.

 

“Kya thaa” (What was it)

 

“Kela” (banana)

 

“Kele ka swaad aisa nahin hota” (banana doesn’t taste like this) said she

 

“mard ke kele ka yahi swaad hota hai” (This was taste of a man’s banana)

 

She almost screamed when she got the import of the sentence.  Before she could say anything he again sealed it with his lips.

 

Again the fridge opened and he took out curd.  It was pretty cold.  He went to the kitchen to get some sugar as well.  He loved curd with sugar. 

 

“Kahan ho” (where r u) she said

 

“Aa raha hoon meri jaan” (coming, my darling) said he with a lot of stress on Meri and Jaan to indicate his control over her. 

 

He opened the bowl with curd and poured some of it on her heaving heavy bosom.  The chilled curd touched her deep and made her shiver.  The sensitive aerolas, nippies got stiff owing to the cold touch and as she shook her boobs as a reflex action to the chilled liquid the semi thick curd flew in all directions leaving the dusky melons in a coating of white curd.  He dipped his hand in the bowl and rubbed the curd on the much wanted love jugs.  This time she was well prepared and did not react much however the nippies continued to be stiff in attention.  He then he spread half spoonful of sugar on the curd and went down to lick the curd from the boobs.  Due to the movement some of the curd started dripping from the nippies which he was too happy to lick up for the lovely lady.  The luscious beauty found new avenues of love making.  The sheer style of love making made her forget that she was a wife and a mother.  Here she was in her glory as a wanton slut and loved did she her current state.  The sweet curd was lapped up lick by lick and out came the honey.  The honey was spread on her boobs individually and lapped up with all earnest.  She was enjoying it to the fullest and so was he.  Another dip in the honey bottle and it was smeared all over her full lips.  Just like her breasts he licked every drop of honey from her lips and tongue.

 

By that time she was shaking her head in pure ecstacy. Vicky took pity on her predicament and off went her cloth which was a semblance of a petticoat.  She was now only her panties and nothing else.  A very mature lady only in her panties with her upper body smeared with honey, curd, sugar and being licked by a kid young enough to be her son.  This was fascinating.  He saw the lacy panty and pulled it down to her knees and from there they were off. Her well shaven pussy came to view.  He wanted to ravage it her and now but thought of being patient. 

 

She was waiting with a baited breath.  He was licking her all over and his hands were doing magic to the boobs, tweaking nippies as per convenience and also continued mauling them.  By now his right hand had reached between her legs and started drawing circles with his digits.  This was giving her ever more pleasure.  The index finger had started imploring the pussy and within a few seconds the finger had penetrated the wet pussy lips.  The finger got wet by the love juices and a few movements of the index digit got her to cum like niagra falls.  The love juices were oozing out of the pussy forming a trail over her thigh to the floor.  He stopped licking her bosom and went down on her beautiful pussy.  He first played with it by drawing circles around it and licking the soft skin next to the pussy lips.  This was making her go mad.  She put both her hands on his head and forced him on her cunt. 

 

He licked her forcefully once and then continued the cat and mouse game around it.  The forceful expert lick, the sheer audacity and naughtiness of the act was letting loose the wild side of her.

 

“Kar na” (Do it) she pleaded

 

“Kya karoon” (what should I do)

 

“Drama mat kar” (don’t act)

 

“Aap batao naa” (you tell) he decided to prolong her pleasureable misery.

 

“Ussey Chaat” (lick that)

 

“ussey kisse” (who that) saying that he licked the sensitive skin around her cunt and also her inner thighs.  He was enjoying her torture.

 

“Meri ko chaat” (lick my pussy) she almost shouted.

 

“Aise bol naa ki teri choot chaatni hai” (tell then that it your pussy that should be licked).  He emphasized “Teri” which in Hindi is used for friends or younger ones and is considered a bit derogatory than “aap” which is used for giving respect.  English language does not give the luxury of such nuances.

 

She was at point of not being concerned with the nuances of the language.

 

“Haan meri choot chaatni hai” (yes you need to lick my cunt)

 

And then the expert licker in him started the fun.  He first licked it from top to bottom and then reversed the cycle.  After quite a few such licks which were running parallel to the ample attention by his hands to her ample heaving bossom he stopped.  Very skillfully he parted the two pussy lips and bit them gently.  This caused her to explode in sheer lascivious pleasure.  Then the strong toungue licked the exposed pussy part.  The love bite at the prohibited place and the lick to the inner walls of the pussy lips lost it or won it for her.  She was on the verge of her orgasm.  Her head was swinging in passion, her eyes were half closed as if dazed and she was saying “yes, yes.”

 

She felt the pleasure of a thousand needles pricking her most pleasurable spots to give her the wild sensation.  Suddenly her thighs tightened her grip on his neck/head region and she pushed her head more towards her pussy, if there was scope and up/down movement of her hip gave away her condition.  The experienced, matured hottie had cummed in twice and the kid was yet to, though he was very close to it.

 

She took time to take some breath. The kid had made her breathless.

 

“Tu toh kaafi expert hai” ( you are an expert) said she

 

“haan sadaf aur tina bhi yahi kaheti hain” (tina and sadaf say the same)

 

It then hit her hard – she is playing with the kid who has been making love to his daughters.

 

“Sadaf aur Tina ke saath bhi?” (you did with both)

 

“haan haan dono garam maal hain” (sure  - both are damn hot)

 

“Aur kis kis ke saath kiya hai” (who else you have done with)

 

“Its secret” he said

 

“Mujhe bata naa – mujh se kaisa secret” (tell me – what is secret from me)

 

“Theek hai – phir jinke saath sex karta hoon unko bhi aap teeno ke naam bata doon” (ok – I will tell names of you 3 with whom I have sex)

 

She was left speechless and she thought it better to let the sleeping dogs lie.

 

The dogs may be sleeping but the python was full active and raging.

It was then that she had seen the gigantic tool in its full glory and was mesimerised by it as so many else had been and so many would be.  She wrapped her soft hands around it and brought her face to it.

 
“Choos le” (suck it)
 
She complied. 
 
The soft lips covered the knob of the piston and the tongue played with it.  She had done it before with others and knew how to do it.  The only issue was of the sheer magnitude of the tool.  She was finding it difficult to gulp the whole of it.  It was hitting her deep in her throat with about half still out.  She was not able to get any rhythm.  Vicky meanwhile had other ideas.
 
He then made her lay on the back and placed himself on her stomach with legs on either side and engulfed his dick by her huge mammaries.  He was to tit-fuck.  This was one thing nobody had done with her. He pushed the boobies more towards the cock, she helped and held her ample bossom in place and he started the up & down motion.  It was beyond words.  Soon they developed a rhythm. The simple harmonic motion (he loved physics) had got them into a groove.  The tool would go up to hitting her chin and then back.  The lusty evening made him cum pretty early.  The streams of rich white cum was spread on her boobs, neck, upper bossom.  For a good measure he massaged it and enjoyed coating Mrs Khan with his seed.
 
Before she could finish enjoying the seed massage on her boobs, he made her swing around to her fours with her well rounded and much desired ass looking up pointing to him.  He wanted to do this from the time he had laid his eyes on Mrs Khan and here it was.  The python needed no second invitation than a tantalizing close sexy ass to come back to life.  And raging it was.
 
He placed the pole on the asshole and pushed the pole in the hole.  Inch by inch it started going in with Mrs Khan flinching in pain and feeling that her eyes would pop out of her sockets.  He had brought the Vaseline close and applied generous doses on the pole and the hole to shove it in.  Inch by inch the whole tenner went it and she shrieked.  This was the biggest she had seen and taken in and biggest by a country mile that she took in her ass.  Huge was the only word that came to her. 
 
He had built up a rhythm of ass fucking her.  Her boobs were bouncing everywhere and he was holding her.  He then adjusted his tool, pulled her back to hold her boobs and continued fucking her.  The boob massage and the ass hole fucking was just simply great.  Though the pose was a bit difficult to balance for long but it was nevertheless very pleasurable.  He allowed her to go back to all fours and he held her mane.  His favourite routine of fucking ass.
The volcano erupted.  Streams of semen went in and he collapsed on top of her.  The clock reached 8.30pm.  Both were looking at each other of a mission having been accompalished but just as they were to proceed, the phone rang.
 
He rushed to pick up the phone. His parents had reached his Tayaji’s place near Chandigarh.
 
As typical Indian parents, they asked “khana khaa liya” (did you have food) he said will do so and the phone ended after a couple of minutes.  Meanwhile Mrs Khan had also got up and picked up her clothes and moved towards her house like a well used slut.  The slutty look on the face, her breast having been mauled and rubbed with god damn everything and her walking across naked was one of the most erotic sights he had seen. 
 
He then said “Khane ke liye bahar chalte hain” (lets go out for food)
 
She said yes and asked for 10 minutes to get ready.
 
He also pulled out a track pyjama and a t-shirt, before that he washed his face, cleaned the love mess they had created and made things look presentable.
 
After about 5-7 minutes walked in Mrs Khan in a Lucknow Chicken cotton salwar kameez.  It was a thin cloth, primarily made for summers.  Underneath the creamy suit he could see the lacy bra which did little to hide the treasures. It was a see through sleeveless, a bit tighter than the usual ones with a few buttons in the front.  She was wearing a thin duppatta.  Not wearing dupatta was not a done thing in those days.
 
She went out first, walking ahead. He waited for 3-4 minutes and went out taking his bike, picked her on way and they went to the Vasant Vihar shopping complex near Priya Cinema.   They had their dinner at one of the restaurants.  Those days there were few of them.  He saw the movie title on the hall – it was an English movie which was known for some spicy part.  He nudged her to go and she was all the more willing.  The asked for a corner seat and it was in the last row, far left corner as you entered the hall.  There was another love bird couple about 15 seats to their right and one in the row front of them about 9-10 seats on the right in front of them.  So it was specially secluded.  These shows were known for nocturnal activities.  He was envy of a few other boys of having landed such a hot mature lady. They were unknown there and hence no problems.
 
The movie started and so did the couples.  There were few boys who were there on the own and who would turn back to see the hot action behind them when it was not happening on the screen.  Since nobody knew anyone – nobody gave a damn.  He placed his right arm across her shoulder and started pressing the boob with left as well.  Unknown to the world they kissed each other giving very tough competitions to others as well.
 
She held his crotch from over the pyjama and started rubbing it.  It was getting so hot that quite a few couples had stopped their act and focused on them.  As they realized whats going on they got up and left the theatre.
 
They reached home in a similar fashion of her returning first and him coming good 10 mins later.  That night as they were in each other’s arms in their birthday suits she started.
 
“Vicky you are the best I ever had”
 
“Thanks – waise kitne had – shaadi ke baad” (how many had after marriage)
 
“A few” and she winked.
 
“Anyone I know”
 
“Shayad Nahin” (maybe not)
 
“Mr Khan ko pata hai” (does mr khan know)
 
“No way”
 
“Sadaf & Tina”
 
“I think yes”
 
Both looked up at ceiling and smiled.
 
He then said he would like to have her and her daughters together to which she first got angered and then by & by thought of it as not a bad option.
 
 
For full 4 days they enjoyed the fuck fest.  They did it in the shower, kitchen, balcony, his bed, her bed, terrace, staircase. 
 
Came Friday and came the darlings Sadaf and Tina.  Sadaf and Tina had their own fun during vacations and had come home to their favourite one.  Unknown to their mother he planned it with Sadaf and Tina and uknown to them he planned to do it with their mother.
 
During the day everyone kept on giving meaningful glances.  On Friday night they got a call from Mr Khan that he was boarding the train next morning and would return on Sunday afternoon.  He got a call that his parents were coming back on Sunday. So they had only one day with them. 
 
He hatched a plan with Sadaf & Tina that they would ask their mother for permission to go out for a couple of hours. He would show them down and leave the staircase door opened. They can just come back and slip in and meanwhile he would fuck their mother.  It all worked well.
 
They came in, removed their clothes to surprise the mother and saw their mother on all fours with Vicky holding her mane of hair and ass fucking her. For a minute everyone froze.  They wanted it but when it really happened they didn’t know how to react.  As in Kapoors he took the lead, got up from the bed, brought them in and asked Sadaf & Tina to kiss each other and their mother.  If lesbianism was bad the same with mother was even worse but they enjoyed the worse form of entertainment. 
 
After a fuck fest of over 3 hours. He lay in the middle of the master bedroom with Sadaf and her mother on his either side and Tina on top of him lay in their birthday suits.
 
They all spoke in unison “ab aayega mazaa”
 
And it was fun for two months.  He always had a Mrs or Ms K (Khan or Kapoor) at his disposal.  The only issue was he felt he will not be able to clear Engineering papers if it continued like this. He wanted to fuck them always but as per his choice and not their choice of timing.
 
Thankfully, in one way, Mr Khan got promoted and got a bigger house about 3 kms away from there and they moved there. This meant they were close enough to fuck as per his choice of time and far away to not to fuck him as per their choice.  His fuck fest with Kapoors, Khans,Aashi continued unabated.
 
His studies went off well.  For some time Khans’ house was vacant and then came a Sikh Family to stay.  Meanwhile months had changed and he was more focused on his studies. Diwali came and then was the time of Guru Nanak Birthday.  This brought in some fresh news for him.