My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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The Sikh gentleman who came to stay next doors was on a deputation from Punjab State Government to Central Government and was transferred to Delhi only for the last year of his deputation.  Hence he did not bring his wife and kids along.  He had a son and a daughter, with daughter being the elder sibling.  He learnt that he stayed in Chandigarh with his wife being a College lecturer and her daughter studying in the first year of the same college and his son was in 9th standard. 

 

The Festival of lights, Diwali, is followed by Guru Nanak Birthday.  15 days separate the two festivals.  The preceding week of Guru Nanak Birthday is time for Prabhat Pheris.  Those in North India would know of Prabhat Pheris.

 

One of Vicky’s friend was a sikh and we will use his nickname Bhatti (based on his surname).  They used to stay in same area and Vicky was an active participant in the Langars that were held in Gurudwara.  It was very common for him and his other friends to participate in Gurudwara langars serving their.  Bhatti would also chip in at the time of Langars held in temple at the time of Ram Navmi.  That year Guru Nanak Birthday was in last week of November.  Hence there was chill in the early mornings.  Prabhat Pheris used to start early mornings, as the name suggests, and would be back say by 7am.  It would comprise of men, women singing kirtans and going around in colonies.  Early morning gathering for friends was the best excuse and also not to mention some of the beautiful girls / young aunties who would join.

 

On the second day of Prabhat Pheri, a Friday, he and his few other classmates reached Bhatti’s house at the anointed time.  Amongst the gathering he noticed a strikingly beautiful lady standing next to Bhatti.  Vicky just got glued to her face.  It was angelic.  She was about 5.2” tall.  Medium built.  Quite big sized boobs for her frame and a well rounded ass to boot.  The perfect fucking material.  She had cat eyes with an oval face with great features including a well chiseled nose and full lips made to suck the cock.  She had nice silky hair running upto mid-back. She was wearing a red coloured salwar qameez and was wearing a half sleeved sweater to ward off the chill.  The sweater was the one with buttons in front and 3 top buttons were opened revealing a very beautiful cleavage in her qameez.

 

To make you help understand her face, she was like Archana Joglekar, TV serial artist of 90s.  She was also part of the famous Pan Pasand advertisement of “Shaadi aur tumse – kabhi nahin” catchline.

 

Before he could do something, Bhatti’s father called him and asked him to pick a Dholak and help him with some other things.  Cursing everyone for spoiling his view he picked up things as asked by Bhatti’s father.  One thought and it gave him a good chance and he went close to his friend Bhatti for handing him the Chimta so that he could be close to the dream lady.  As he was going close to them, he was called by Bhatti’s mother to play Dholak and be in the leading group.  He was cursing everyone possible on the earth and believed everyone was conspirinig against him. 

 

Since nothing else could be done, he tied a handkerchief on his head and started playing Dholak as the group started the Prabhat Pheri singing Kirtans.  Being a Punjabi and regular visitor to Gurudwaras, he knew quite a few of them well enough to sing in the chorus.  Rest of his friends were playing the Chimta or just clapping and being close to the younger ladies or girls in general.  A look at the back or side would be met by a chuckle by his friends.  Anyways once he started enjoying the Kirtan he forgot everything and played Dholak to best of his ability.  He was very good at playing at beat musical instruments such as Drums, bongo etc.

 

As the group came back from the round of Pheri they ended the journey at the initiation point at Bhatti’s residence.  All oldies came to praise him for playing Dholak and being cooperative while his other friends were laughing at him from some distance.  They were closer to younger females and here he was being surrounded by golden oldies.  They proclaimed him to be the official Dholakw,.' for the remaining days of Prabhat Pheris.  His group of friends were at their wits end laughing hysterically at his predicament and here the boy could not do anything apart from nodding yes. 

 

Just as things could not have got worse for him, as he saw, he felt a pat on his shoulder. It was Bhatti and the angel with him.

 

“Haan bhai Dholchi” he said laughing aloud.

 

“Kya yaar” (what is this) Vicky replied.

 

“Aur baja” (play more)

 

“Yaar you know I have this weakness of playing beat instruments”

 

Bhatti then paused and introduced the gorgeous lady as his Mami (mami is wife of ones maternal uncle – mama – brother of mother). He knew of one of Bhatti’s Mama staying in West Delhi but never knew his Mami would be so hot.  They had two daughters. One in class IXth and the other one in class V.  Bhattis Mama got married early and the gorgeous one was only 18 when she married him with a difference of over 7yeards between them.  When the first kid was born, she was only 19.  That meant she was now in ripe age of 34-35.

 

“Namaste” (greetings) Vicky said.

 

“Namaste” she replied.

 

“Aap bahut achha bajate ho” (you play well)

 

“Thanks”

 

“Tumhara naam” (your name)

 

“Vicky”

 

“Yeh toh ghar ka naam hua, asli naam kya hai” (this is your pet name, what is your actual name)

 

Bhatti chipped in “Maami ida nau Vicky hai – asee sab inoo Vicky kahende ne – asli nau taan e sirf form bharne vaaste laanda hai” (Maami we all call him Vicky.  He uses his real name to fill in the forms only)

 

All laughed,

 

“Kaunsi class mein ho” (you are studying in which class)

 

“Ji 12th mein”  (12th)

 

“Commerce ya science” she asked.

 

“Science” he replied.

 

“Good”

 

After this small talk, all his friends decided to go back to get ready for the college.  His group of friends was together since Nursery and stayed in the same vicinity and hence knew each other inside out.   They rushed back to their homes.

 

Next day was a Saturday and they reached Bhatti’s place.  The gorgeous Maami was not to be found.  He felt disappointed and went through the motions. Same thing on Sunday.  So God was not kind to him.

 

Winters descended full throttle in December.  His new neighbour was a very nice guy who had to travel regularly to Chandigarh to meet his family.  Vicky’s Father used to joke with Mr Singh that he may have had to pay some dues of past life to Roadways Buses between Delhi & Chandigarh due to which he had to travel so often.

 

Came the winter vacation time of Christmas / New Year. 

 

He came back home from his tuitions and saw one good looking lady at his home talking to his mother.  His mother introduced her as Mrs Singh and that she and her kids have come from Chandigarh to stay with Mr Singh during the winter holidays.  One scan and he found the lady to be quite attractive but not in the league of Mrs Kapoor or Mrs Khan or Bhatti’s Maami.

 

He exchanged the usual greetings and in presence of her mother and it being the first meeting did not result in anything exciting.  He went to his room and changed. As he came out, he saw a young attractive girl standing next to Mrs Singh.  She was her daughter, studying in first year of college where Mrs Singh was a lecturer.  Her mother introduced her.  She was Amanpreet Kaur, pet name being Aman.

 

She was about 5.5’’ tall, very fair, ok ass, good sized boobs hiding beneath the sweater, very beautiful chiseled features and a beautiful mole just near the lips, much like Cindy Crawford.  In short could be tried for some fun but time was short.  Also, he was not desperate since he had his own stable of Khan and Kapoor ladies with Aashi (Sadaf’s cousin) available for fun as per convenience.  As they were indulging in usual small talk, her younger brother came in and shook hands with Vicky. 

 

Keerat was his name and was in Class IX.  The kid was a cricket fanatic and when he saw Vicky’s cricket kit bag in the balcony he virtually begged him to show the equipment.  Vicky smiled and opened the kit bag showing him two Slazenger bats (V 100).  In those days the bats were upward of Rs 2000/- each.  The kid picked up a bat, wore gloves – a size or two too big for him and started practicing shadow batting.

 

Mrs Singh said “Yeh toh paagal hai Cricket ke peechhe” (he is mad about cricket)

 

Vicky’s mother said “Vicky bhi aisa hee hai” (Vicky is also like that)

 

Keerat said “Bhaiya – mere saath kheloge” (Brother – will you play with me)

 

Vicky said “Kal hamaar match hai – tu dekhne aaja – saamne waale ground mein hee hai” (tomorrow we have a match – u come – it is in the nearby ground)

 

The kid agreed and asked his sister to come along.  After a bit of pause she agreed bringing smiles to the elder ladies and Vicky but for different reasons.

 

Aman also found him to be quite handsome and much more sophisticated than the crop she had at her college.  He was the big city guy. 

 

Vicky and his group of classmates were playing against a famous Club team of South Delhi. The Club Team was well renowned in cricketing circles of the informal games that you have in grounds and maidans.  They had done their homework and knew of the respect Vicky’s team commanded.  They were playing 30overs a side game.  Not days of T20 but this was the usual norm with the Tennis ball matches being of 10-15overs a side variety.  Vicky’s Team consisted primarily of the class group as they felt that their bonding was strong enough to carry them along.  8 out of 11 players were from his class only and the remaining ones were with whom they had played in their neighbourhood since childhood.  It was a very good team.

 

Match started with Vicky’s team to bat. It all started well but then the opponents came back into game with a strong bowling performance.  Vicky went into bat and he and Varun batted long enough to make a sizeable and respectable score.  The club team was by far the most organized team they had faced and was comprised of University level guys playing for Delhi University or College teams.

 

By the middle of their batting innings, Keerat and Aman had come to see the match and Keerat was cheering for Vicky’s team.  During the break, Vicky introduced them to his group as their neighbours with one of the group chap commenting – u r damn luck to have such hot neighbours always.  This was said in low tone but his close group of friends understood and had a good laugh.

 

They had something to eat and drank some water.  Not much was required for the winter day.  The Club Team started off well.  Vicky had always believed that they were a better defending unit and the same was proven right.  Good, sharp bowling with intelligent bowling changes meant that they ended up winning against a much superior rated side. He shook hands with opponent team with them having healthy respect for each other.  Though the game had a few heated moments one including heavy bodyline bowling by Vicky to unsettle the opposing batting pair resulting in wickets for them and a very good foothold in the game, still they parted on a good note.

 

Keerat was jumping with joy and was overwhelmed by seeing such a high quality match.  He congratulated each of the team players with boys of the group taking a liking for the youngster and wanted more liking for his elder sister.  All of them left for their houses with Vicky’s being closest, he walked across the ground, cross a couple of blocks and reached home.  He was carrying his kit bag with the brother sister duo flanking him on either side.

 

She started the talk “Ab kya karoge” (what next)

 

“Ghar jaake khana khaaoonga aur kuchh nahin” (will have lunch and nothing else)

 

“Tuitions nahin hain” (no tuitions)

 

“No – winter vacations mein nahin” (not in winter vacations)

 

In the evening, Mrs Singh came to their house flanked by her children.  Keerat again started off about the game.  Mrs Singh told Vicky’s mother of how Keerat had become a fan of Vicky.

 

Vicky’s mother smiled.

 

Keerat said “Picture dekhne chalen” (lets go for a movie)  “Suna hai Delhi ke halls kaafi achhe hote hain” (have heard that the Cinema halls in Delhi are very good)

 

Before anyone could say he begged with his sister “Didi chalte hain – mazaa aayega”  (sister lets go it will be fun)

 

All were enjoying the antics of the youngster.

 

Finally she relented and said yes.  Since there was no mention of him going, he said “Aunty aap Priya hall jaana, paas mein hai aur achha bhi hai” (Aunty you go to Priya hall, its near and quite good as well)

 

Mrs Singh replied “Arrey maine nahin jaana – tum teeno chale jaao. Tum saath mein hogey toh fikr nahin hogi” (I don’t want to go – you 3 go – if you are there, I will not be worried).  His trick had worked.

 

Vicky’s mother suggested “Tickets advance mein karwaalo nahin toh baad mein dikkat hogi” (get advance booking of tickets done else it will be problem). That was music to his ears.

 

He suggested “Chalo abhi chalte hain”

 

Keerat was more than game for it much to his annoyance he wanted Aman to come.  But had a very convincing idea.

 

“Keerat bike par 2 baith sakte hain aur wahan gents line bahut lambi hoti hai. Chhoti Ladies line ka faayda hota hai” (only 2 can go on a bike. It’s a long queue for gents but short for ladies)

 

Keerat jumped in “Theek hai phir didi ko le jaao” (ok then take didi)

 

That was music to his ears and sounded ok to her’s as well.

 

He took out his bike and Aman sat pillon with both legs on one side – the ladies way of sitting.  He was driving slow and reached the Vasant Vihar hall.  It was about 15-20mins walk from his house but that way he would have to bear with that Keerat as well.

 

The Terminator 2 had just released and there was great rush for the Arnold movie.  It was wise on his part to bring her along.  She could get the advance booking for the next evening pretty easily via short ladies line.  She went in and came out victorious.

 

It was still early evening and he showed her around the shopping area.  She drank in every bit of activity and was impressed by the young crowd there.  They went to the Nirula’s and got something to eat and indulged in some small talk.

 

To an outsider they made a very good couple.  A tall beautiful girl with a tall handsome boy.  She was wearing jeans and slightly tight sweater and he was wearing a jeans and a sweat-shirt. They indulged in some small talk.  He had a good sense of humour and knew how to make a girl laugh.  Gradually she was opening up to him and enjoying his company.

 

After some time she said “tum bike itnee slow chalaate ho” (you drive bike so slowly)

 

“jaise tum baithee theen – tez chalaa kar brake karne koi maza nahin thaa” (the way you were sitting, there was no fun in riding fast and then braking)

 

She understood it and smiled.

 

“Ab main tez chalaaon ya dheere depends on you” (whether I drive fast or slow depends on you)

 

She smiled again and said “dekhenge” (will see)

 

What Vicky did not know was that Aman was very active girl in college and was a desired date for many boys.  Though she did not experiment with Sex till then but had allowed quite a few to indulge in heavy petting and boob pressing with her. 

 

She brought her foot close to her and he pressed it slightly and kept it there for some time. It was getting dark and he suggested that they should take a stroll in the park behind the complex.  She agreed.  In the park, he took initiative and held her hand. Once she took it back but he was persistent. They walked around and gradually he tried to place his hand around her shoulder which she refused twice and gave in finally. 

 

As he was taking her to the dark section of the park, she asked him to go back home.  Since he could not do anything he decided ok and went to the parking lot and took his bike.  As he kick started the bike, Aman sat in mens style of having leg on either side with her breast facing his back.

 

He said “ab dekho speed” (now you see speed)

 

He took the bike on the road from Vasant Vihar to Vasant Kunj, right opposite to the route he should have taken.  Those days the Nelson Mandela Marg (route from Vasant Vihar to Vasant Kunj going past Hotel and JNU) was not much visited place and hence best suited for lovers.  He increased the speed on the barren stretch and then braked causing her boobs to hit his back regularly.  First she laughed and mocking anger said “kya kar rahe ho” (what are you doing)

 

He replied “driving fast”

 

He did so twice or thrice more.  She then said “mat karo – hurt hota hai” (don’t do – it hurts)

 

He said “Then sit tight”

 

She finding no alternative and enjoying every bit of it sat close to him pressing her mammaries into his back.  The road was not well made as it is today causing up & down movement on his back causing his dick to get upright.

 

She was also enjoying it but did not want to give away.  As they neared their house, she asked him to stop and sat in the original ladies style.  He saw and was sure of having some fun later.

 

Vicky’s sister had called and said that she will come home 3 days later.  For Vicky it meant, anything with Aman has to happen within those 3 days.

 

Next evening, the siblings and Vicky went to Hall to see the movie.  He took his car as it was quite cold.  They got a corner seat combination.  It was on far right in the last row.  He made Aman to sit in the corner, next he placed himself and then it was the kiddo.  As the movie started the room got darkened.  As the kiddo brother got engrossed in movie, his hand went to her hand on the common armrest. 

 

She did not mind it and kept it there. 

 

Now he held her soft hand in her hand and pulled it upward. 

 

She did not mind it and cooperated.

 

He brought her hand closer to his face and planted a soft kiss.  She tried to remove her hand but he held firm.  She could not create a scene in the hall and gave up after a short resistance.  After she gave up, he again brought the hand closer to his face and planted a much wetter kiss on back of her hand.  She did not resist.  The kid brother was still much in the movie.  Another wetter kiss and he could see a smile being formed at corner of her lips.

 

Next step – he took the hands back of the arm rest and lifted them again in such a way that it was in front of her breast.  Very gradually he placed back of his hand bang on her left breast.  This fast movement startled her and she tried to resist more vigorously without creating a scene.  Still he was far stronger than her and she gave up after a stiff fight.  He then placed back of his hand on her right boob and kept it there rubbing the nipple with his knuckles.  His mastery with women was helping him to rub her just the right way.  Once during the first half of the movie, Keerat turned to him to talk, he just moved a bit forward to talk to him to hide his arm.  She also cooperated in hiding it. 

 

It was interval time and as the lights got switched on, everyone rushed for refreshments.  He gave a 100rs note (valuable in those times) and asked Keerat to get what he feels like.  The youngster ran away with happiness.

 

She looked at him and said “Kya kar rahe they” (what were you doing)

 

“yeh bhi samjhaana padega” (I will have to explain even this?)

 

“Koi dekh leta toh” (if someone had seen) she regretted as she said this.  This was direct admission of her enjoying the act.

 

“Kuchh nahin hoga” (nothing will happen)

 

Keerat came back with the refreshments and handed him the balance money. 

 

They had pop-corns etc.  Her arm was already on the arm-rest waiting for his arm.  He did not hold her hand, instead crossed his arms in front of his chest and as she look at him quizzically, he leaned towards her and his left hand found her left breast and pressed it.  She just jumped.

 

She was wearing a light sweater and jeans.  Keerat was engrossed in the movie.  The light sweater and a shawl above it provided the best possible cover for them.  She placed her shawl in a way to cover right half of his upper body.  Within the covering of the shawl, the hand was doing magic to her.  She leaned further into him and he obliged by increasing his coverage area to her other boob as well.  Her sweater was the one with front on buttons and she had opened them all to let him enjoy the boobs over the full sleeves top she was wearing. The remaining part of the movie went on while massaging her melons and as Arnold went into the molten metal in the last scene, Vicky and Aman disengaged and looked presentable.  The young Keerat got mesimerised by Arnold and his sister with Vicky’s boldness.  They had told their parents that they would eat outside. Vicky took them to another restaurant and they had dinner. 

 

The next day came and there was nothing apart from usual.  In the evening as they happened to cross paths, he told her to come to terrace for a walk at 9.30pm. 

 

At about 9.20pm he went for his terrace walk.  By 9.40pm he had become restless.  At 9.45pm her door opened and she came up.  As she came up, he switched off the light of the staircase and led her to the dark corner.  She looked at him and he kissed her full lips.  She tried to move back but was cornered and also that he was too strong for her.  The girl was also in mood to have a quick fling during holidays and Vicky was a willing partner. She liked his dominating style.

 

Vicky pushed his tongue to meet hers.  Though the engagement of tongues was resisted by her for some time. More of a token than real resistance.

 

After a few seconds he was roaming his hands on her back right up to her ass and she was running her hands in his hair.  They were engaged in very passionate kissing.  She was a very good kisser and so was he.  They were exploring each other lips, saliva, tongue, inner part of lip with great expertise.  He was wearing a track suit which meant that the track pants which are generally loose formed a very big tent in front.  He then proceeded to hold her boobies in his hands and started rubbing them.  He turned her around so that his crotch was on her ass and ass movement was causing great pleasure to his cock.  He had by now made her to get rid of her sweater and top and she was prepared for the fun as she did not wear any bra.  In the peak Delhi winter we had a girl standing topless waiting for him to suck them and he did not disappoint her.  He went to down suck her boobs and nippies which had become quite firm owing to the winter chill.  The expert in him took over and gave maximum pleasure she could imagine.  The ones she had in Chandigarh were no match to Vicky.  The tweaking of nipple at the right time or the bite on the boob or general licking of the boob made her go weak in knees making her take support of the wall.  He took her hand and made her to engulf his tool.  The tool was huge.  By far the biggest she had felt in hand.  He pulled down his track pants and underwear and before her was the magnificent tool well appreciated by the divine beauties such as Mrs Khan, Mrs Kapoor and their daughters apart from others.

 

He pushed her head down to the point of her head being level with his tool.  As if by reflex, her hand went to hold his tool and voluntarily she formed an “O” and licked the head of this tool. It was as if she was in trance.  He made her loose control over her senses and she was his doll.  She licked his tool and did a good job of it.  She then licked his balls as well. 

 

She was not able to form a rhythm but sucked his tool for good 4-5 minutes. The combination of licks and sucking was doing great things to him as well.  He then motioned her to get rid of her pyjamas as well.  She was more than willing and was at point of no return.  Vicky looked at the shaved pussy and licked it.  This was first time someone was playing with her naked pussy and she did not know what an expert opener she had got.

 

Lick by lick he cleaned her pussy making her go weak and lean on the wall behind.  Involuntary moans of ‘aahhh’ broke the silence of the night.  After good 3-4minutes of licking and blewing her mental fuse, Vicky got his fingers to do the magic to her as he continued licking the inner halves of her thighs.  Two big fingers broke into the virgin vagina and the circular motion made her lose her balance of thought and she continued with her moans each sounding a bit louder than the previous one.

 

And then it happened for her.  She was in ecstacy.  Felt the sensation of a thousand needles pinching deep inside her super sensitive zone.  Her eyes were half closed and she had surrendered herself to the body pleasures.  She felt the build up of the orgasm and release of the love juices bringing extreme pleasure to her.  She got out of the orgasmic pleasure out of the world after a few minutes. This was first time she got it in a non masturbating session and she loved it as it was the most powerful.

 

Aman was oblivious of her state.  Her pyjama and panties were down to her ankles.  The top and sweater were off.  Even in the Decemeber Delhi Chill she was sweating, beads of sweat were formed on her forehead. She was a prime example of how basic instincts can effect your sense of balance and judgement. It was a classic example of body taking over mind and body was mightily pleased with the treatment given to it by Vicky.

 

He again put his cock to her mouth and this time she started to do a better job.  As she was finding some rhythm, a call from below (her home) made both of them come to senses and she had to leave him high & dry.  She said aloud “coming” but did not leave before 4-5minutes of kissing, licking, boob pressing and ass pressing rounds. 

 

He was cursing her parents but had no other option and had to use his hand to get out the built-up load in his cock.

 

The next day was not a very eventful day as Mr Singh had taken his family to some sight seeing.  Vicky and Aman could only manage 2-3 minutes of smooching and boob pressing.

 

The following day, his sister came on vacations from her medical college in Chandigarh and everything then revolved around her.  Vicky was also very happy to have her with them.  She was there for a short period.  The period may be short in number of days but big enough to not to let him have more fun with Aman.  Mrs Singh and Aman met with his sister and had an immediate liking for her.  His sister was very easy going and very friendly. 

 

On 5 January, Mrs Singh and her kids left for Chandigarh but not before giving an invite to Vicky & family to visit them during the next visit to Chandigarh and also a stern reminder to his sister to visit them often in Chandigarh from her medical college. The evening before parting day, they could manage a 10 minute heavy petting round.

 

His sister left for Chandigarh the next day.

 

A few days later it was his birthday.  It was January of 1992.  He got call from his favourite Tayaji, sister and other relatives and friends.  A small gathering at home.  A special call from Aman, apart from the usual one from her mother and brother, promising him special present when he is next in Chandigarh.

 

Mrs Kapoor and her daughters treated him to a fuck fest treat in an expensive room of a Five Star Hotel.  The Hotel where Mrs Kapoor worked.  They made love for almost 4-5 hours having repeated rounds of warm water showers and love making on king sized bed and even on the carpet.

 

Not to be left behind the Khan ladies also treated him to a foursome fuck fest at their home.

 

Sadaf, Tina took him to a farm house where they had a fivesome with him.  The other two were Aashi and her very very very hot cousin.

 

He continued with studies very diligently. Came March, came board exams which went off well.  Came April, May came entrance exams.  He was quite confident of landing a good institute.  He managed a good one.

 

Six of his classmates including him managed to get admission into Delhi College of Engineering (DCE).  Those were the days of DCE being housed at Kashmeri Gate in Delhi, next to ISBT.  There were two things for which DCE was very famous.  Monkeys and not having hot babes. 

 

The sessions were to start in month of July that year.  He decided to go for a vacation.  His parents approved of it but he had to first go via Panipat dropping a parcel at Ritu’s place.

 

Remember his sojourn in Panipat during days of mandal commission agitation.