My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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It was a Monday, Vicky decided to check the number given by Bhatti’s Maami.

 

She picked up ‘Hello”

 

“Hello – main Vicky bol raha hoon, bhatti ka friend’  (It me Vicky, Bhatti’s friend)

 

She recognized and there was a sudden change in her voice “how are you’

 

“its our holidays, wasting time” “socha phone number check kar loon, kahin galat toh nahin de diya” (thought to check the phone number)

 

She laughed “galat kyon denge” (why will we give a wrong number)

 

“Jaan chhudaane ke liye” (to get me off your back)

 

She laughed again.  It was a good beginning for him. She was laughing at his PJs.  During the course of conversation, she told him that they had to go for a marriage after a couple of weeks and she was planning to buy new dress and her husband was too busy to go shopping with her.

 

How could he have missed such an opportunity and said “if okay with you – main chalta hoon” (I can accompany you)

 

She laughed and said “tumhe kya pata ladies dresses ke baare mein’ (what do you know of ladies dress)

 

He retorted “ladkiyon ko taadne ka bahut experience hai” (have a lot of experience of ogling at girls)

 

She laughed aloud

 

“Hot aunties ko taadne ka bhi hai” (Have experience of ogling at hot aunties as well)

 

She laughed again.

 

Icre broken.

 

He said “Sarees lena toh dark colour ki aur chiffon type mein, suit karegi” (dark coloured sarees and in chiffon will suit you)

 

She replied, “itna hee pata hai toh saath chalo” (if you know that much you should come with me)

 

This was what he wanted to hear and said ok.

 

The next thing he did was to call his parents to let them know that he is going somewhere to meet a friend in West Delhi and will be back by evening.  No issues, only caution of being careful while driving.  He took his bike and went to her home.  Before going he had a quick shower, applied rich doses of deo and went.

 

By the time he reached he was soaked in sweat and the deo had gone with the wind.

 

Unknown to him someone else also had a double look in the mirror.

 

The doorbell was pressed and the door opened.  Was opened by a damsel in a red colour Chuirdar Salwaar Kameez.  The hair were nicely done in a bun with a couple of strands of hair running down her face.  The Chunni was of same colour and was quite transparent to show the deep cut of the Kameez in the front showing off a delectable cleavage.  She had just the right dose of make up done which accentuated her beauty without making it look made up.

 

She invited him in and served him cold drink. 

 

After about 10-15 minutes they left for a new shop opened in the Market.  The market was famous for its clothing shops and well known brands of those days were housed there.  It was not a Shopping Mall like those of today but housed biggish boutiques having separate sections for different segments.

 

After venturing in and out of 2-3 such outlets, they entered the biggest of the lot which was  three storeyed.  It was impressive and had full variety of clothing for ladies and children only.  The ground floor was dedicated to children and bridal dresses with the upper floors dedicated to designer dresses and casual wear and undergarments.  Each floor had separate trial rooms.  It had all female attendants and only the security guard was a male.  Rest even the cash counter was manned by two women.

 

They told one of the girl attendants of their choice and they were guided to the top most floor.  It was a good facility with trial rooms and sofa sets placed very nicely.  The sides of the hall displayed the dresses.  There were two attendants on the top floor.  One of them excused herself leaving only one girl behind.  One of the sofas was such arranged that it was a bit secluded from the vision of the remaining hall and the person going in the trial room can come out and display only for the eyes of that sofa rather than the whole hall.

 

The attendant girl had typical north Indian features of high nose, nice built, fair colour, decent sized boobs etc.  The hair were let loose and she was wearing a nice nylon saree and sleeveless blouse and was carrying it quite well.  She was not a dream girl but not bad for quick love making either.

 

Vicky projected as if he was not much interested in all this and was here more by compulsion than by choice.  The attendant girl’s name was Ruchi and she brought a few salwar qameez for the lady.  They were the usual ones with nothing risqué about them.  Sleeveless with good embroidery and slightly deepish cut from the front to show enough cleavage to lock in the male pair of eyes to it.

 

Ruchi had got a size bigger and the suit looked a shade loose on Maami.  She made amends and brought a size smaller suit and they just fitted her like a glove. The boobs on Maami’s frame would have looked good sized even on a larger frame lady but on her they looked very inviting and big.  Therefore the suit which fitted well elsewhere was pretty tight on her boobs and her ass globes.  Maami called Ruchi to make her aware of the predicament and then after consulting her thought of taking Vicky’s advice.

 

She asked him to come inside. The trial room was not made for 3 so it was very crowded there.  He asked him to come outside and looked at Ruchi who chipped in by saying nobody else is there on the floor.  That soothened her nerves a bit and she came out.  It was a maroon cloloured suit with some light embroidery and the thing which stood out was her rack and a delicious cleavage. 

 

She looked at him questioningly and he said “looking good’

 

She looked at Ruchi and she too repeated the same.

 

She looked at Ruchi and asked her to leave them alone for some discussion.

 

Maami said “tujhe tight nahin lag raha” (don’t you think it is too tight)

 

Vicky looked very focussedly on her waist and said no

 

She said “wahan nahin” (not there)

 

He said “phir kahan” (then where)

 

Maami pointed at her boobs and ass and said sheepishly “yahan par” (here)

 

He went close to her and monitored the beauty in all seriousness and said “no”

 

She said “gaanv mein nahin pahen sakti” (cant wear this in village – they had to go for marriage in a village)

 

He said “wahan ke liye kuch aur le lo” (take something else for the village)

 

“And this one”

 

“For uncle – uncle dubaara honeymoon par le jaayenge” (uncle will take you to second honeymoon)

 

She smiled at his comment.

 

He reasoned with her and convinced her of buying two sets of clothes.  One suitable for marriage in the village and others for Delhi marriages and parties.  She was all ears.  Which lady would refute the reason of buying more dresses.

 

Within 15 minutes she bought 3 suits for village wear.

 

Next it was turn for the city wear. 

 

She looked at him and he said “aapko sarees bhi try karni chahiyen”

 

Ruchi was very happy at the prospect of a good commission that day and she was very enthusiastic in showing her the dresses. 

 

It was a Chiffon sarree with shades of blue combination and a sleeveless blouse. It was pretty deep cut both from the front and back and the back had doris criss cross exposing the back. She went in to try.  Ruchi was standing next to Vicky salivating at the prospect of big commission.

 

Vicky very casually put his hand on her back and spoke with her sweet nothings.  Ruchi had seen his control over the elder lady and knew one bad move and commission would be zero.  She allowed him to continue. This emboldened him and he moved his hand southwards to her ass and rested it there.  She looked at the stairs and then towards the ground.  He pressed the globes. She moved away from him.  He looked straight and said “sochta hoon kahin aur le jaaon” (I think I should take her to some other boutique).    She understood the implication and came back to the original position. He smiled and she too. The hand went to its position.  She was focused on the stairs.

 

Just then Maami came out and Ruchi went towards her to have a closer look at the fitting.  Vicky looked at her and winked.  Maami felt like a youngster.  He asked her to move around and she did. The light chiffon sarree did well to showcase the ass globes.  The blouse was too tight for her but after Vicky said it was ok she went ahead.  After a couple more such sarees and suits, Vicky pointed at a backless blouse saree combination.  Maami said no but Vicky forced her to try it. Even ruchi prodded her to it.

 

As she went in, Vicky went behind Ruchi and kissed her neck and cupped her boobs. Ruchi tried to wriggle out but to no avail and he ended up forcing kisses on her which she enjoyed after a customary round of protest.  They disengaged when she was about to come out.  Instead of coming out she called Ruchi in. After a few minutes Ruchi came out and asked him to go in.  He said that she should come out since there was no one around apart from them.  This logic made sense to her and she came out.

 

His jaw dropped.

 

She was looking ravishing.  The dress was similar to that of Mrs Kapoor on Sheetal’s birthday but still it was looking so different on the two beauties.  The two women were so similar and yet so dissimilar.  Both looked ravishing in a similar costume but still looked so different.

 

Her hair were still tied in a bun.  The creamy shining skin was in contrast with the backless blouse and providing delight to both him and Ruchi.  Ruchi felt a tinkle in her loins but preferred to ignore it.

 

The saree was all the time threatening to fall off the silky shoulders.  She was looking at the floor.  The blouse was giving ample view of her ample bosom with a clear angle to the 4 inch cleavage.  The saree was worn not with a regular petticoat but with a small tight skirt which accentuated her ass curves.  He continued drinking in her beauty.  He knew that today a big line was crossed and it was matter of a few more interactions to have the dreamlady under him. 

 

He came close to her and looked at her angelic face, she was still looking at the carpet below.  He asked her to look up and she did after a few requests.  The eyes were betraying her thought process. She felt excited but the conventions were holding her back. Vicky had ignited her passions.  The housewife had made herself believe the lifestyle of a mother, obedient daughter in law, wife but had subsided her passions.  She had led herself to believe that a mother of two daughters ought to behave in a particular manner.

 

This was igniting the old flames.

 

He inspected her from the front and then went towards her back and gave a admiring look to her ass which was not lost by Ruchi and then said “Wow.”  He wanted to lick every inch of her there and then but waited.  He knew the time was near.

 

He did not touch her then and asked Ruchi to pack it alongwith other dresses.  In total she was carrying 8 dresses. 4 for marriage and 4 for her passions.  This ensured good commission for Ruchi who then allowed Vicky to maul her boobs and ass for some time.  Vicky put her soft hand on his crotch over the trousers leading her to get surprised by the packet size.  Then he asked for her number which she readily gave.  She did not only give her number readily but also her pussy in few days after the shop incident.  Not taking that story further.

 

Unknown to him the ignited flames had made Maami buy some designer undergarments.  The lacy coloured undergarments were just coming on the horizon then and she had bought a few of them.  Ideally meant for her husband but in reality benefited Vicky.

 

It was about 7pm that they reached her home.  He dropped her and after having some water etc left.  Her husband was about to return.  Deliberately he left a book and told Maami to call at about 9pm about his book.

 

He returned home, his parents enquired about his whereabouts.  He told them that he was coming after dropping Bhatti’s Maami home since he met her at the shopping complex where he had gone with his friend.  He cursed slow speed of women shopping.  His parents laughed and said wait till you get married and your wife will make you sweat over shopping.  At about 9pm the call from Maami came to tell him about the book.  He cursed shopping againand told her in a day or two he will pick it up.  All sounded very normal to his parents.  Again his theory of lies with liberal doses of truth was difficult to catch.

 

He called her the next day.  He got the good news of her husband going out for a tour for a couple of days.  This initiated the plan of a nightout. For this to happen two things had to happen. One – his friend was to be taken into confidence or semi confidence and also need to find out from Maami if by chance Bhatti’s family visit since her husband is not there.  He called Bhatti that day and found that his family were leaving for Amritsar the same evening. It meant his family will not be with Maami.

 

He then called his friend Arjun to find if he can keep a secret and come over to his house.  Arjun was not bad at studies, he too was at DCE, but was a bit shy and introvert.  Deep down he wanted to be like Vicky but presented a case of being content introvert.  Vicky had sensed this some time back and was ready to teach him a thing or two.

 

Arjun came to his house the same evening and he told him to tell his parents how the other he met with Bhatti’s Maami and they were fed up window shopping.  He also spun a yarn of his interest in that area and that if he cooperates Vicky can have a night of serious fun.  He agreed. Vicky had in the meanwhile thought of giving him the pleasure of having the Ruchi from the shop.

 

The next morning he got a call from Maami and they chatted for some time and he said that he had not seen the dresses properly to which she had responded that had he got away from Ruchi he could have seen it. 

 

The same evening he told his parents of a planned nightout at Arjun’s place and also that he had to get a book which was left in Maami’s bags.  No issues, no concerns all fun.  Permission was granted.

 

So he thought of going on Thursday so that he can have some time with her alone if possible, because Saturday being a holiday there was a possibility that her relatives may drop in over weekend.  With this thought in mind, he went to his friends place first.  Told him that in case his parents call up his home, you can tell that he has just gone to some place to get back his book and also call him up at a particular number.  Vicky had planned to call his home once in the evening and the next morning which will be sufficient for his parents.

 

Since his friend was alone, as family members had gone for some function, hence it was all so easy for him.

 

He went to Maami’s place, all well dressed in a Jeans and t-shirt. 

 

He pressed the doorbell and she was overjoyed on seeing the visitor from the keyhole.  She though did well to hide her happiness.

 

He entered and after exchanging pleasantaries the topic moved to her shopping and also his book.  She smiled.

 

He was looking for an opening.  Since he was not getting the required answers asked directly.

 

“Arrey itnee shopping karwaayee, dekhen toh sahi kaise kapde they” (got so much shopping done, lets see the clothes)

 

She was not a fool and brought the whole bunch. He looked at them and said “aisse kya pata chalega – pahen ke dikhao, main bhi dekhoon aap kya maal lagte ho – wahan par toh us ruchi ke saath masti chal rahi thhee” (how will I judge like this – wear and show – let me see how hot you look – there I was busy with Ruchi)

 

She smiled at his comment of him being busy with Ruchi and of her looking hot.

 

She continued talking to him for some more time and went in to change.

 

Out came Maami. It was a regular salwar kamiz, not very special. Only was bright in colour and had a bit of embroidery done.  Had it been on less hot lady, nobody would have cared to give a second look, however, since it was on such a beautiful lady coupled with the location and situation she was modeling it became hotter as it raised expectations.

 

The next one was also the same but with a slightly plunging neckline giving view of half an inch of cleavage.  It was slightly tighter than the previous one hence a bit more risqué.

 

Next she wore a saree, a usual one.  It was of Garden silk with sleeveless blouse and with a better view to her cleavage. Vicky was now all the more interested.  As she came close to him, she gave a pose like a model would do.  He went closer to her to inspect from close quarters.  The silk saree was not pinned on blouse, hence when she exaggerated the pose, it fell from glory revealing the twin peaks encased in a tight blouse. She looked at Vicky, smiled, blushed and picked her saree back, he thought she took some generous time in doing so and then asked him “Kaisee lag rahee hoon” (how am I looking)

 

He gave her thumbs up in return.  She smiled and went back.

 

After that she wore a salwar kamiz suit. It was a bright red coloured sleeveless one with deep cleavage and deep back with criss crossing strings (doris) on the back exposing a bit more.  He was getting mesimerised by what was on view.  This time he went much closer to her and inspected it from pretty close quarters. From too close to make her a bit uncomfortable. His python was coming to life.  She looked at him sheepishly. He wanted to dominate her but knowing that time was on his side, he preferred taking it slow.

 

The room was getting sexually tensed.

 

To break that tension, he said “suit looks good – Mamaji ke friends bahut khush honge” (Your husband’s friends will be very happy to see you in this) and winked.

 

She too joined the smile and laughed and said “Aur tum” (and you?)

 

“Main toh aapko dekh ke khush raheta hoon” (I get happy when I see you) said he and winked again.

 

She then announced  “Lets have some tea.”

 

He said “fashion show?”

 

She smiled back and said “milte hain break ke baad” (will continue after the break)

 

She continued in the same suit putting a lot of strain on his crotch.

 

She went to the kitchen to prepare tea.  He went in and stood behind admiring the exposed back.  The Chunni was thrown away on the sofa for good measure.  He spoke some sweet nothings making her feel his warm breath on her soft back.

 

He then stood next to her facing her with his hips touching the kitchen slab. This way he had great view of her boobs which was not lost on maami either but she did nothing to hide the assets.

 

He initiated “Maami college mein toh sab marte honge aap par” (guys would have been drooling in college)

 

She smiled and said nothing.

 

He persisted “Valentine Day par toh line lag jaati hogi” (there would be a long queue of boys on Valentine Day)

 

“Tab Valentine nahin hota thaa” (no valentine day then) said she.

 

“Phir toh poore saal lage rahete honge” (then they would be after you during the whole year)

 

She laughed whole heartedly.  He joined her.

 

She said “Try bahut log karte thhey but nothing major happened” (a lot of them tried)

 

“OK then what minor happened” he said

 

She said “nothing much kabhi movie dekh li bas” (went for a movie or two – that’s it)

 

He knew for sure she was hiding something.

 

He then prodded “Maami maama ki side par kisi ne try nahin kiya” (nobody in Maama’s relations tried)

 

She smiled again and said no.

 

“Impotent hain ya gay” (are they impotent or gay) he said.

 

She laughed aloud.

 

By now tea was done. She picked the two cups and went towards the room. He too joined her and sat on a Sofa in front of her Chunni. She went back to the kitchen to get some biscuits and offered them to him and in the process exposed the generous cleavage of creamy white bosom.  He took both the sight and biscuits with pleasure. She was not in a hurry and neither was he.  Unknown to them the weather had turned cloudy and had started raining bringing respite from the heat outside but not from the sexual heat generated inside.

 

He asked her come to the balcony and look at the rain.  Since the balcony was in shade of a big Peepal Tree it was safe for her to not to wear chunni.  But acting as a spoiled child she did not want to leave her position.  He pulled her up and then pushed her from behind with his hands on her shoulders.  Grudgingly, smilingly she moved towards the balcony.  It was a nice welcome pre-monsoon shower.  His hands were on her bare shoulders and both sets of skins were enjoying each other.  She crossed her arms under her bosom and rested the arms on the short wall in the balcony.  Since she was leaning a bit in front which made her ass to stretch towards Vicky’s crotch.  Vicky was not the one to lose the opportunity.  He still kept his hands on her shoulders and moved a bit in front to meet her ass with his crotch on pretext on enjoying the rains. 

 

As the python touched her ass globes, she felt the size of the monster hidden.

 

She then said “yahan mere saath aaja” (come beside me)

 

Vicky said ok and went to her left with his right hand now on her lower back. This was sign of him being the dominant one.  He had learnt this tricks with his huge number of explorations with opposite sex.  Maami looked at him enquiringly as his hand was quite close to the start of her ass.

He looked in her eyes and said “Naa main impotent hoon aur naa gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)

 

She understood the import of the statement and looked in front.

 

The tiny droplets on her fresh face were forming a thin stream moving from her cheeks to her slender neck and then merging into the divine cleavage.  He was looking at the waterfall into her cleavage and wanted to lick it their and then.  He was not ashamed of looking at her boobs so brazenly.

 

After a short while, the passing pre-monsoon showers passed away to bring relief to some other part of city.  They both then moved back in.  As she was about to sit down he asked her to finish the fashion show. She smiled and accepted.

 

After a couple of rounds of fashion she came out wearing the masterpiece saree with the backless blouse.  She had for a good measure just done a touch up and the hair were tied in a loose knot making her look even more sexy.  A few strands of hair across her face were doing wonders to the sensuous look.  Vicky got up from his seat and went close to her.  The saree was tightly wrapped around her gorgeous back making the ass look even prettier.  Had he not seen Mrs Kapoor in a similar attire a few years back he would have ordained Maami in this dress as the hottest sight in a Saree.

 

She wanted to go back but he made her sit on the sofa and said if you are to wear this saree you should not feel uncomfortable. As it sounded reasonable, she sat there.  Two minutes later the phone rang.  The phone was on his right and she was on his left with the centre table close to their knees locking her immediate movement.  She stretched across him to pick up the phone and it was her husband on the other side.  Vicky noticed that she could have asked him to pick the phone and give it to her or asked him to move and also that she mentioned that she was alone at home and doing nothing. 

 

His timing was always to the point.  He moved forward and planted a soft kiss on the exposed shoulder. This startled her a bit but she still showed no signs of retreating.  By now he had starting planting more wet kisses on the exposed shoulder, arms.  She was quivering and her voice was faltering.  Her husband queried so she coughed to show that it was due to that only and nothing else.

 

Meanwhile his hand was pressing her ass globes over her saree and the other one was gently massaging her boobs.  The smooth saree had fallen from her silky smooth shoulders bringing access to the ample inviting bossom.  By now she was shivering and squirming.  She wanted her husband to end the talk and Vicky to continue the assault.  Atleast one of them complied and she put down the phone. Vicky by now had planted quite a few kisses on the exposed nape and also pressed boobs hell lot of times.  Hi hands had also made circular journeys of the ass globes.  His touch was masterly and she deep down acknowledged it as well.  To gain some sort of control she  got up and said “yeh kya thaa” (what was it)

 

As she got up, the saree came down from her shoulder exposing the blouse encased assets.

 

Vicky went close enough for her to feel the warm breath and said “I told you – na main impotent hoon aur na gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)  and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.  She was speechless.  He took her dropped saree pallu in hand and started disrobing her.  She was in a trance.  She was never expecting this though she wanted this to happen.

After a few seconds the saree went off and stood there in her semi naked glory was Maami making Vicky to go speechless for a few seconds. He was drinking in the beauty in front of him.

 

Apart from the over exposing blouse she was wearing a small petticoat or rather short skirt coming uptill mid thigh. It was made of thin material and in fact accentuated the ass globes.

 

He went in behind her lifted her saree from the floor and kept it on the chair.  All the while she was motionless.  Now he went behind her and started his ever trustworthy strategy of kissing the nape of the neck and boobs press.  As if it registered now, she tried to get away from him which resulted in heavy rubbing between his crotch and her ass.  He was not the one to lose this opportunity.  He pinned her down on the adjacent dining table and started licking her neck.  She was bent backwards and his legs were on either side of hers.  She was trying to wriggle away but was not shouting as her mouth was not pressed.  Vicky in the meanwhile was licking her with some force and pace making her go weaker by the second in her resolve.

 

He pushed her arms over her head and held both slim wrists in one big hand and the other one went down south to give pleasure to her pussy lips.  Even from above the skirt he made her squirm.  He placed himself in such a manner that now he was kissing her bang on lips with the hand rubbing her clit very rough.  Her resistance had by then assumed proportions of the token lip service offered by our politicians.  After persuing for a couple more minutes he got up leaving her gasping for breath and more love.  It was first time that their eyes had met after last, impotent nor gay line.  If there was victorious look in his eyes, hers were not showing any anger or remorse either.

 

He looked at her in her ravished state.  She smiled for the first time and said “I know tu naa impotent hai na gay” (I know you are neither impotent nor gay).

 

He now relaxed knowing that now she was hers. She tried to pick her saree but he said “koi nahin aayega – aisey hee raho” (none will come – stay like this)

 

So here was the coveted Maami wearing an overexposing backless blouse and a short skirt and roaming freely in her home with a young boy ready to fuck her brains out.  He pulled her in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.  She reciprocated and both indulged in the saliva exchanging project.  The kisses had started becoming longer, passionate and the tongues were exploring each other much deeper.  After they disengaged he held her in her embrace showing his dominance and control over her. 

 

She said “Ghar nahin jaana kya” (don’t you have to go home)

 

“No I am having a night out today” he replied

 

“What if your friend will know”

 

“koi chance nahin – for him – main kisi college ki maal ladki ke saath hoon” (no chance – for my friend I am spending night with some college going chick)

 

“Toh main kya college ki ladki hoon” (so am I a college girl) she asked

 

“Maal toh ho” (but you are a chick) replied Vicky causing her to giggle and blush.

 

Now he went behind her and cupped her boobs.  She also matched it by pushing her ass into his crotch.  He was now planting a serious bout of kisses and boob presses bringing extreme pleasures to the gorgeous housewife.  The guy was very skilful, she thought and was pleased.  She was now on the point of on return. Her sexual urges, unfulfilled for quite some time now had taken over the semi-pious housewife role that she played.

 

He opened her over exposing blouse to see the twin peaks of glory and was mesimerised by the sight bringing pride in her eyes of having the ability to have a young male in trance even at her age.  Females always feel proud of such acts and she was no exception.  By now the scene was set.  He lifted her over his shoulder and took her to her master bedroom.  He wanted to own her and fuck her on her bedroom to show his control. She was not complaining either. Off went the short skirt and came to view a satin panty of pink colour which was also on its downward journey in a few seconds. 

 

Before his eyes lay the beautiful specimen of a female form.  He was oscillating his vision between the clean shaven pussy lips and the boobs and then went for his ever tried and tested routine of boob kiss and lick and digit insertion in her pussy.  The round movement of his index finger was making her go crazy like hell.  Her nipples had become rock hard and her pussy was about to start dripping. 

 

Her eyes were semi closed and she was moving her head from side to side.  He then moved to lick her pussy and started lapping up all the juice on offer.

 

He fucked her in missionary position.  (Not elaborating this part but their adventure in the bathroom)

 

She had the best fuck ever and she was wanting more but had to first work for their food.  She called up Nirula’s for home delivery of some food.  His skill, his stamina and more over his cock had bought her hook line and sinker.  She was his doll now.

 

After about 40mins, the delivery boy came to deliver the dinner and Vicky went to collect it only wearing his trousers.  He was the man incharge and paid the delivery boy and gave him some tip as well.

 

The naked aunty moved to the kitchen to get some utensils.

 

He lay on the bed with his back against backrest and was in a semi-upright position.  They had ordered pizzas and she was there with plates etc.  He asked her to keep them aside and ordered the naked lady to sit on his lap.  She obeyed.

 

Slice by slice the veg pizza went in, lick by lick he took off all the sauce he had spilled on her boobs, the cheese spilled on her navel.  The pepper and chilli sachets given were liberally spread both over pizzas and the nude beauty.  The lady had indeed became the spicy beauty. He was finding the spices hitting his tongue but the sheer audacity and the naughtiness of licking spices off the body of a mature beauty was too tempting for him to be ignored.

 

By now event the Maami’s skin had started burning due to the chilli powder flakes and the same of the peppers.  To soothe her skin he brought out the ice cubes and rubbed the parts experiencing the chilli flakes.  The sensitive nippies and the navel were the ones who bore the onslaught of the flakes and they were the ones now experiencing the icy cool treatment.  If the ice was soothing the burning sensations of the skin it was creating havoc in the freshly fucked beauty’s mind with the sensations of licking, ice, burning sensation of flakes providing an exotic sexual cocktail for her to endure.  She was shaking her head from side to side unable to control her excited state and started kissing the “kid” or the “master.”

 

The master had understood her state and tried to prolong her sexual agony for some more time.

 

He continued rubbing ice on her sensitive and burning skin and bringing in the icy factor on the burning effects.  An ice cube was focused on her hairless pussy and was rubbed with a great vengeance.  The freshly fucked pussy lips were happy to have such an assault on them and stiffened in excitement.  At times the ice cube would wander on the nearby sensitive areas of her inner thighs and at other times it will try to penetrate deep into the pussy.

 

The other ice cube was wholly responsible for creating a havoc on her boobs and nippies.  If this was not the Chinese torture then god knew what it was.  The nippies had become erect and stiff in anticipation of being sucked which was not coming.  She was pushing her pelvic region up & down matching the movements of his hands and so was her heavy bosom moving into an up&down simple harmonic motion.  Her eyes were now semi closed and she was holding to his arms for support.  The sweat was building up despite the room cooler providing the much need relief, much cooler owing to sudden showers bringing the temperature down.  Nobody in her sexual escapades had used her body this way and she was not complaining.  Her body arched and the movement of her ass became a bit more vehement and violent indicating her cumming.  The 5-7 minute rubs had brought the mature lady cumming from the hands of a kid.

 

After she came just being abused by ice cubes and chilli flakes she was thinking how exciting it was for her.  It was the first time that she came in by icy touches only.  The boy knew how to make love definitely.

 

As she was still thinking and looking at oblivion, the kid master picked her up and took her to the bathroom and lay her down on the bathroom tiled floor.  The shower was turned on with the jet streams focused on her boobs.  Maami had by now not recovered from the flakes and ice induced orgasm that the water droplets started getting her back in the groove for another round. The nippies took liking to liquid form of water soon after having touched the solid form (ice) of the same.  The water droplets were hitting the two mammaries and deflecting in all directlions much akin to the dispersement of water after hitting rocks at the bottom of the waterfall.  The sight was a shade under the bathroom sex with Mrs Kapoor a few years back.  But if it was comparable with that, then it was awesome definitely.

 

The bathroom had modern fittings considering those days.  It had an attachment of a hand held shower as well.  Vicky picked it up and removed whatever there was and stood on top of her naked.  He aimed the hand held shower on his cock and he cock was directly abover her face.  The slut that maami had become was lapping up the water trails coming down from his cock. It was akin to her drinking his pee.  This was the final submission both for him and her.  By this slutty act she had confirmed, if any confirmation was necessary, that she was all his for the taking.  So many before her had become submissive and so many after her will become submissive to him.  He had learnt that the fairer sex wanted to be dominated and dominating came to him very easily.  He picked up a bar of soap and rubbed his crotch area.  The lather formed was washed away downwards only too be met by the rubbing of boobs at his ankle by Maami.  Maami’s slutiness was something to behold.  It was as if the slut in her was waiting to be set free by him. As the slutty spirit soared high the more unhibited slut she became.  The genie was out of the bottle.

 

The lady’s mouth had reached his cock and had started sucking it. The tongue was licking the knob. She was doing it pretty expertly and had taken it to as a fish takes to water.  She was sucking it very nicely and ensuring that her teeth do not touch the piston.  He was also pressing her head slightly towards his crotch.  Her hand was cupping his balls and gently massaging it.  The feeling of her soft fingers on his balls was too exciting.  As if on cue, she left his cock went down to lick his balls.  She was licking the underside of his scrotal sack and boy was it some feeling.  All the while, the hand held shower was drenching both.  The effect Maami had on him.  If Maami had cummed a short while back by his expert use of ice cubes and chilli/pepper flakes, it was now his turn to cum without having fucked her.

 

The slut in her lapped up all the semen he generarted gleefully and when he pointed the shower at her face, she opened her mouth to drink in water and splurge out a mix of his semen and water.  It was one wanton sight of the slut taking over the lady.  He saw her sexually content face and concluded that the sexual monster had awakened and she will from now on go out all hog to fulfill her sexual urge.  She had by now entangled with his leg like a creeper and was inching towards the cock.  He had in the meanwhile focused the shower on her ass globes and the sight was akin to feeding the roots of the creeper. 

 

He picked her up and kissed her lips for quite some time. He wanted to control the things and let it go his way.  The impact of heavy kisses was great on her and she melted into him.  He picked up the bar of soap and started rubbing on her.  This became a game for both as she too picked another one and started rubbing on her.  After lathering his chest she moved for his cock and he after lathering her back moved for her boobies.  They continued their special attention to their favourite part of each other’s anatomy.  He had more choices, now the soap bar moved to her ass and then took a turn to reach her pussy.  She in the meanwhile was still concentrating on the piston of pleasure.

 

The rub effect on the pussy was very exciting for her.  Her husband never ventured out of the routine sex and this boy was playing with her.  He then held her in his embrace and let the hands rest of her ass globes and drew circles on the lather rich posterior.  The bodies still covered in soap lather were now again involved in smooching sessions.  This time they moved under the shower fixed on the wall.  The water streams fell on their heads and found its way to the floor after following the trail on the intertwined bodies.  The water streams were unison in their downward journey to the bathroom tiles but pretty divergent on the routes being taken.  As the water poured on them, the lather got lesser and lesser and exposed more of their skins.  The skins glowed a lot owing to the heady combination of sex and passion. 

 

He got the hand held shower close to her pussy and let the jet streams hit her pussy lips deep and hard.  There were many firsts today and this was one of them.  She could feel the force of water jet and it was a much different feeling that she had felt in her pussy all her life.  To increase the fun, she had parted the lips a bit to let it enter further in.  Vicky in the meanwhile had moved in behind her, water jet still on her pussy lips, and made her go on all fours, water jet still on pussy and with heavy strokes started the anal fun.  She was far too gone to understand what was happening, the slut was enjoying the double fun.  Actual hardcore ramming in one hole and jet propulsion in the other one.  Sex was fun.

 

Gradually, Vicky rammed up the humping.  Her ass was moving back and forth to match the youngster.  She was doing a good job of it.  She was born to enjoy sex and was she doing it now.  She had postured in such a way that her ass looked a bit more risen than before and all the more tempting.  Since one hand was playing the fountain to her love nest, the other one paid attention to her boobies and ass globes.  The ramming had reached upto the level of his tool going fully in her tiny asshole and his balls htting her ass.  Deep & hard penetration by a heavy piston was giving time of her life.  As the strokes increased, so did, their urge to cum.  This time both came together.  He came in her asshole and she showered the love juices on the hand held shower.

 

Both lovers shook with impact of their respective cumming.