My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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It was a colony majorly of middle class people.  Vicky’s flat was at a very good location.  It was second from the corner plot.  It was a two storeyed building with the company taking the top floor for Vicky.  The other two members of the team were based in the very north of Delhi and since they had office cars, they preferred to do the daily up & down. 

 

Vicky had the two bedroom flat to himself. The company had taken care to ensure that it was a furnished flat with all the necessary furniture and gadgets.  He had a very big park on the front and at the side of the plot on the corner. The corner plot was to the left of his flat.  The big iron gate at the entrance of the street lane meant it was free from much rush.  The park in the front was a very big one meaning it extended to cover upto 8 plots on his right.  Only from the 9th or 10th flat onward on the right side did the flats in front of those in his lane appeared.  It also meant that they had complete privacy.

 

Within two weeks of his movement, the owners of the plot (it was a good 200sq yd one) had gone to stay with their daughter in England for a few months.  The ample open space meant he had enough room to park his bike and virtually had the whole top and bottom area to himself.  It was a decent colony and the fact that he had come to set up a new unit had increased his stock by leaps and bounds.  He had developed a good rapport with the neighbours and local restaurant.  First month flew away like anything. It was so hectic for him that he could hardly go to his house in Dehli only for one week. So much so his parents came down to stay with him for a few days. What a great relief for him for those few days.  He had a bike to commute locally. Since the colony was located near the power station, they did not have much problem for power and water supply was also good.

 

One month later the seniors would visit the unit once a week and in general were happy with Vicky’s skills and work ethics.  He started going to his Delhi house on weekends.

 

As the second month entered the 3rd week, he had more time at this disposal and he played with the kids around.  The house of the left side was a two storeyed house with a family of two plus 3 children.  They had a ground floor to themselves and two rooms on the first floor and a big terrace. They were a Sikh family which meant his knowledge of Punjabi endeared him to them.  The husband worked with the Electricity Board and was recently transferred to a plant about 55-60kms to the north-west.  Since the bus service was poor, he could not do a daily up & down.  He had bought the house a couple of years back and had a running loan also prevented him from moving lock stock and barrel. It is known that renting out your house can have serious consequences as well considering the prime location of the property.   Hence weekend trip was to be the perfect solution.  The electricity board had provided him with a one bedroom house there.  This was also good for him since the house was in the board colony having all amenities.  Food was not an issue.

 

Since he had joined the service in April itself of 2000, he had reached to set up the plant in early June of that year meaning it was now end of July when it all heated up.

 

Let us now come to the part of the story where action starts.

 

They had 3 children. Youngest one was Lovey, a small boy who had just started going to college.

 

Elder than him was Deepali.  A college going girl studying in class five.

 

The eldest one was Honey and was true to her name a honey pot.  She studied in class Twelve and had commerce. Honey was a tall (about 5.5”) and very fair girl.  The best part was her figure. She had a great ass and boob combination coupled with being slim.  She had taken it up from her mother.  She didn’t have a very beautiful face but good enough.  Used to wear specs giving her a studious look.  Nice black hair upto mid back.  She looked much hotter from a distance due to deficiency in her face hidden due to distance and full figure accentuated due to full length vision.  Her facial features were similar to her father. Thank god that the body was more like mother.

 

Their mother Paramjeet Kaur, got married at young age about 18 and had kids soon after hence she was also in the age group of 35.  She looked older than her 35-36 years.  Had big child bearing hips. She too was very fair and had good facial features.  Had bid mammaries that sagged a bit.  They did not employ any maid and she did all the household work herself.  It kept her fit though. 

 

Once they were talking and he learnt that Honey was weak in Maths.  Maths for Science and Commerce is common.  Vicky said he could teach her maths.  The parents looked very happy but the problem was on how to compensate him.  Hence it was decided that Vicky would get the food from their house. Lunch was at office premises.

 

The routine was set in this way.

 

Morning at 0900hrs he would go to their house for breakfast and leave for his office.

 

Come back at about 0630hrs.

 

Honey would come for tuitions in the evening at 0715hrs.

 

Some child would bring the dinner or he would take it at their house.

 

She was not bad at Maths but lacked a hell lot of confidence.  It was a classical case of girls being scared of Maths. She would do a few steps of the problem correct and when it would be the case to make the final equation she would flounder.

 

The kids used to leave for the college at about 7.15am daily which meant when Vicky went for breakfast it was no one there except him and Paramjeet.  Nothing much happened though.

 

It was now about 2nd week of August. One evening, Honey came for tuitions.  Prior to her coming, Vicky was going through an issue of Playboy magazine with Pamela Anderson cover page.  Pamela Anderson loved to wear her birthday suit a lot.  He had kept the magazine somewhere there only and then had forgotten about it.  While teaching her, he got up to finish some chore in the other room instructing Honey to solve the problem.

 

For a change, Honey was able to solve the question but did not call him since she thought he would be busy in doing something important inside.  While nothing at hand, she moved some newspapers here and there and saw a magazine underneath it.  Thinking it may be Filmfare or Stardust she picked it up.  And when she saw the cover she was dumbstruck.  Her eyes widened, mouth went dry.  She kept the magazine away in an instant.  Vicky had seen this from his room and decided to wait further.  To tempt her further, he shouted from his room “Honey mujhe 5-10 minute lagenge” (it will take 5-10 minutes more).

 

This was the encouragement Honey wanted and Vicky hoped she would.  She did.  She again picked up the magazine and went through. She was just mesimerized by the nude photos of Pamela Anderson and few others. They were so tastefully done.  Much better than some trash brought by her friend in college.  She just could not take her eyes off it.  She had started breathing heavy leading to protruded up & down movement of her bossom.  She would look towards Vicky’s room to see if he was coming and then continue devouring the asthetic photos.

 

This was the chance Vicky would not let go.  Very silently he tip-toed in the room and said “Kya ho raha hai” (Whats going on)

 

Honey was shit scared and could only manage “kuchh nahin” (nothing)

 

He picked up the magazine and said “yeh kuchh nahin thaa?” (it was nothing?)

 

She was on verge of tears and said “mummy ko mat batana” (don’t tell mom)

 

He did not answer her but said “Tujhe yeh photos achhi lagti hain?” (you like such photos)

 

She became a statue.

 

He again questioned her with a sterner voice only to get a feeble yes in response.

 

He smiled. 

 

It was now game set and match for him. 

 

He sat down next to her and put his arm on her shoulder and said “I understand – is umar mein yeh hota hai” (it happens in this age).

 

She relaxed a bit.

 

“Aur dekhni hain” (you want to see more)

 

She kept quiet.

 

He picked up a magazine and kept it in her lap and left the room.

 

After waiting for a few seconds, she could not resist the temptation of picking the magazine again.  Pamela Anderson had become a goddess for her now.  She continued dissecting her photo with her eyes.

 

Vicky came back in the room and she kept the magazine away.

 

Vicky smiled.

 

She too smiled, albeit sheepishly.

 

Vicky made a proposition to her which she agreed.  It was a honeytrap for Honey.

 

Vicky said “Honey – ek kaam karte hain. Har theek answer ka reward hoga 5 minutes of magazine watching. I will get the magazines” (lets do onething. For every correct answer, you can see the magazine for five minutes)

 

She nodded in affirmative.

 

“Chal aaj se hee shuru karte hain” (lets start from today)

 

He gave an easy sum which she solved in five minutes flat. He gave her the magazine. This time it was different but the quality of photos was very high.  She was intrigued by the open approach of foreigners to sex and the way they were posing nude.  She really liked some of them for the beautiful figure on display.

 

Vicky did not touch her though she was very hot then.  He wanted her to get addicted to the magazines, movies and then he would go for the kill.

 

She went home very happy and came back with dinner for him.  He gave her the magazines to devour till he gorged on the food before him.  He wanted to deflower the girl there and then but held back.

 

He had noticed a pattern for last couple of days. After sending kids to the college, Paramjeet would come on the terrace to sweep it.  She would use a short broom which meant she had to bend down and expose her mammary charms. Usually in the mornings she would wear a loose yellow gown.  Vicky’s flat had a shaft for ventilation which opened towards Honey’s terrace.  The shaft was near his dining lobby. It meant that if he stood at the shaft window, he could see her very clearly and what at first was seen as accident by him was now thought to be a provoking move. He decided to play the cards cleverly so that he could land one more combination of mother and daughter in his bed.

 

Within 2-3 days Honey had improved in problem solving and the change was noticed by her college teachers as well. Little did they know of the incentive plan.

 

That day, after solving a relative tough problem, Honey asked for her reward. 

 

He said “Magazines toh khatm ho gayin hai” (no new magazines)

 

He had been sanctioned a laptop by the office.  Since he was incharge of setting up the systems as well, it had its own benefits.  He could download all the pornographic content he desired with no one to question him.  In this regard his authority was absolute. Other youngsters in IT systems knew of this and themselves used to download though those in operations were prohibited.  He had thus amassed a huge collection of pornographic content. Be it pictures, movies, stories etc., he had it all.  Though he maintained his harem well when in Delhi but still this was different.

 

She looked at him quizzically. 

 

He gave her a confident smile. 

 

She smiled back.

 

He led her to the table where Laptop was placed.  It was in his bedroom.

 

It was the first time that she had seen the laptop from close quarters.  Laptop in those days were very costly and he had the high-end laptop from the company.

 

She looked at him.

 

He motioned her to sit down.  Deliberately he had removed the chair from the table and replaced it with wooden stool. 

 

She sat on the stool and he switched on the laptop.

 

Vicky was wearing a t-shirt and Bermuda shorts.

 

The nubile young thing was wearing a short sleeved tight churidaar suit.  She had a very good figure which got accentuated by such clothes.  The kurta was of cream colour and black coloured tight pyjami.  The kurta had a long slit till pretty high up.  It is very common these days but no so a decade back. Since she was at his home for tuitions, she was not wearing any dupatta or chunni to cover her frontal female charms. The hair were tied in a ponytail and she was eagerly looking at the laptop.

 

The laptop was taking time to boot. He went and pressed a few buttons to hasten the process and opened the file.  She was just stuck looking at the first picture. It was Cindy Crawford picture.  Vicky was looking at her from an angle to read her facial and body movements.

She didn’t know how to proceed to the next picture and looked at him longingly.

 

Vicky smiled at her and moved forward.  He asked her to move forward a bit and sat down on the space behind her which meant that the bodies were in direct touch with each other.  The semi-hard python also made its presence felt.  He moved his hand over the young soft arms of the beauty and guided her hand to the “Enter” button.  As they pressed Enter, the next picture appeared, this time again of Cindy but in a different pose.  Cindy is a gorgeous lady and even girls found her attractive.  She was still looking at the picture.  Vicky’s hand was still on her hand and arm and rubbing them as he liked.  She was not complaining.

 

After a few more of such photos perhaps double “x” rated ones she was breathing quite heavy, Vicky decided to make the move.  He put his hand on her soft shoulders and then planted a soft kiss on her exposed collar bone.

 

For her everything froze.

 

She held her breath.

 

The heaving bossom held on to its position and continued the stay there. He was planting soft but wet kisses. Starting the journey from the right collar bone, he moved her pony to one side to lick the back of her neck and then kiss the left collar bone area. It was magic for her. This was the first time she was kissed and felt like this.  His hands had in the meantime moved southwards to embrace her from behind and hold her by the waist with hands crossed in the front. 

 

The kisses had stopped but the heaving had begun and so did the northward movement of his hands resting just below her boobies and felt the weight of the milk production unit with a slight press with back of his hand.

 

She was in a trance not knowing what to do but kept on looking at the photo on in front.  Vicky knew she was his now but as he planned to move further, he heard a loud shout of her name from their terrace calling her to come back early.

 

She just came out of her dream and rushed off to her home but not before Vicky saw a smile on her face.

 

The younger sister Deepali brought his dinner saying that since they are going somewhere in town hence Honey was called early.

 

Vicky duly finished the dinner.  Next morning he decided to play with Honey’s mother.

 

He did not wear the formal office clothes but went still in his Bermuda shorts and t-shirt.

 

Paramjeet had given a show for him in the morning in her yellow gown which Vicky but had changed to a slightly more modest Salwaar Kameez. 

 

She saw him in that attire and said “Aaj office nahin jaana kya” (don’t you have to go to office)

 

He replied ”thoda late jaana hai” (have to go a bit late today)

 

He continued “aapko mera nikkar pahenkar aana achha nahin laga kya” (did you not like my wearing shorts and coming here)

 

She said “nahin aisee koi baat nahin – no problems” (no issues)

 

He smiled “phir toh roz hee nikkar mein aaoonga” (then I will come daily in nikkar)

 

She smiled back “tu jaise marzi aa” (you come in whatever way you want)

 

He said “Jaise marzi?” (any which way) and winked. The wink highlighted the double meaning and started laughing.

 

She too joined the laughter.

 

He was sitting on the dining table near the kitchen and could see the side pose of Paramjeet with her big ass movement and that of mammaries.

 

Over a short period he had developed a decent rapport with her.  She liked his company.

 

He intiated the discussion as planned.

 

“Aap Honey ke papa ko toh miss karte hoge” (you must be missing Honey’s papa)

 

Hmmm came the reply.

 

“Main unki jagah hota toh aap jaisee sundar biwi se door na jaata” (had I been in his place, wouldn’t have left such a beautiful wife alone)

 

She smiled and then added “toh kya karte” (what you would have done). As soon as she said this she realized that she had given him an opening.

 

He said “karna kya hai roz woh karta jo woh sirf weekends par karte hain” (would have done daily what he does only on weekends)

 

She smiled but this time kept silent.

 

She was trying to lift something from the upper cabinet but could not reach and looked around for some stool. Seeing this opportunity, he moved in behind and lifted the jar from the upper wooden cabinet. The movement was quite swift not to let her move and he took some extra time to lift the jar in garb of being careful.  All this while, his python loved its friction with the female posterior.  She too felt the python on upper swells of her lush ass, liked it but did not do anything else.  She wanted to play wait and watch.

 

The 70% awake python was forming a prominent tent in his shorts. She had a quick look at it and was mighty impressed with the pole position.

 

He had seen her quick glance.  He too was ok with the wait and watch policy.

 

She was not wearing the dupatta and the kameez cuts displayed her mammary charms.  As she leant forwad to serve the parantha and butter, the upper swells decided to move a bit beyond the boundary defined by the kameez.  The creamy white flesh was almost in his face.

 

No more action for the day.

 

While going back he said “aap terrace ki safai karti achhin lagtin hain” (you look good while sweeping the terrace) and added a wink for the good measure.

 

She smiled and acknowledged the compliment.

 

That evening no tuitions since Vicky got late from office and had dinner at office premises.

 

The next morning was going to be a game changing day, Vicky had planned for the shock and awe treatment. 

 

As mentioned earlier, a big window opened towards Honey’s terrace due a shaft for ventilation. It was a bigger than regular shaft and hence the window was also a bit bigger than usual.  The window had a wooden border (chaukath) with an iron grill for security. One panel to open outwards glass panes and the one to open inside had netting to keep mosquitos etc out.   For a good measure, that morning Vicky opened both the panels.  The huge window had smaller divisions, since it started right from the floor till ceiling and was about 7 feet wide. 

 

He opened all the window panels so that anyone standing on the terrace can clearly see inside. The tubelight in the lobby were switched on for good measure as well.  Till then she had not arrived on the terrace.  Vicky put on a walkman and was acting as if he is singing alongwith and was holding some magazine (penthouse actually) and was roaming in the lobby.

 

He was out of line of sight when she reached the terrace but could hear his voice. She had heard him singing earlier as well with the walkman so she was expecting to see him and him to see her in a short while.  Nonchalantly he walked across, she was looking at something else and hence missed his body but could only manage a fleeting shot of his bare thigh. Thinking he is only in his briefs, she chuckled to herself and continued with an expectant look at his house. 

 

Round Two – he came back repeating the process and this time Paramjeet saw him going and her jaw dropped.

 

He was….

 

…….in his birthday suit.

 

The expectation of letting Paramjeet see him in his birthday suit and the game he was playing with her made his tool reach about 80% erection which was more than enough by any standards.  She first saw his tool semi-up, thick and big and looking like cannon. Only later did she looked at him just to check if he had caught her in the act.  Vicky had a smallish mirror placed and looked at the reflection in the mirror to confirm that the elder lady was licking her lips in anticipation.  He then moved ahead and returned.

 

She was comparing his with her husband who was endowed decently but this was a comparison between a cobra and anaconda and anaconda won hands down.  Moreover, lack of heavy duty pounding during weekdays and his prolong absence had taken its toll on her and she felt weak in knees on seeing a cute boy and even cuter dick.

 

At the 5th turn he turned his head towards the terrace and both pairs of eyes met. 

 

He said “oh” and put his hands in front of his cock in a feeble attempt to hide the python and she too said “sorry” and moved her gaze away from the cock to sideways and then retreated back to her kitchen downstairs.

 

A very big milestone reached then. 

 

Vicky went a bit early for the breakfast and was wearing loose shorts without underwear only to increase the visual impact of the size of his tool.

 

He wanted to see how far she will go today.  He knew it can be good for him.

 

He started “aap terrace ka bada dhyaan rakhte ho” (you take good care of your terrace)

 

She replied “mujhe dekhna nahin chahiye thaa” (I should have avoided seeing it)

 

“Kya dekhna nahin chahiye thaa” (what you shouldn’t have seen) he implored, prolonging her misery.

 

“Wohi jo aaj hua” (what happened today)

 

“Kyon main bhi toh aapko dekhta hoon terrace par (so what – I too see you on terrace) he said and she smiled.

 

“par tumne kapde nahin pahene thhe” (but you were not wearing clothes)

 

“Haan woh toh hai.  Aapke boobs toh bra mein hote hain” (yes. But your boobs are covered in bra) he shocked her with this statement.

 

“Aapne mujhe ab nanga dekh liya hai, aapko bhi bra hata dena chahiye” (now that you have seen me nude, you too should not wear bra on terrace)

 

She didn’t know how to react – this was going too fast.  He had her cornered.  The implied meaning was that she knew that he was seeing her boobs when she swept the terrace and that she didn’t mind it.  Second part was that he knew she looked at his cock more than once.

 

She turned her back on him and focused on something on the cooking slab.  He came and stood behind her and held her shoulders and let his python rub on her ample ass.  She felt the piston rubbing her lush posterior and wanted it to continue more.  He came closer to her and said softly in her ear “aap terrace par bra pahenna chhod do, main kapde chhod dunga. Kisi ko pata nahin chalega” (you stop wearing bra while sweeping terrace and I will stand nude. No one will know) He planted a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder and stepped out.

 

She could only manage heavy breaths in response.