My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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He asked her where the first aid box was located. She indicated and he picked it up to bring the Iodex and creppe bandage.  Very methodically and in non-erotic manner he rubbed the Iodex on her ankle and wrapped it in the creppe bandage.  He got a pillow and placed it under her ankle and after being there for another half an hour left.  Before leaving he had kept general utility things and water near her.

 

She was mighty pleased with him. Strong and very considerate.

 

As he returned home, he told his parents of Anju’s ankle sprain and how he got late.  They were happy that Vicky was there to help her.  He went to office.  In the evening, his parents went to see her.

 

The next morning, Vicky went to see her after his morning runs and exercises.  She was very glad to see him.  She was wearing a night suit comprised of a pyjama and a top with frontal buttons.  She was using a walking stick to support her movements.

 

She saw him looking at the walking stick and said “dekh Vicky ab main bhi buddhi ho gayi hoon” (Vicky look even I have grown old) and smiled.

 

“Aap aur buddhi – kis angle se” (you and old – from which angle) he replied with a smile.

 

“kis angle se nahin lagti” (don’t look old from which angle) she was liking playing with him. 

 

He played the tried and tested trick of innocence.  But the innocence was to be in line with his age.

 

He said “bolunga toh aap maarogi aur mummy papa ko bata dogi” (if I tell you, you will hit me and tell my parents)

 

She smiled and said “naa maaroongi aur na bataungi” (neither I will hit you or tell your parents)

 

Relieved that she was falling in the trap he continued.

 

“Har angle se aap jawaan lagte ho” (you look young from every angle)  “Subah sab aadmi  aapko dekh rahe hotey hain” (males look at you in the morning)

 

This was music to her ears – every female loves her praise – but she feigned ignorance and even asked him for more.

 

He was ever ready to oblige.

 

“Ladke bhi aapko nihaar rahe hotey hain aur mujhe gaaliyan dete honge” (youngsters love your sight and must be cursing me)

 

“Tujhe kyon gaaliyan denge” (why would they curse you) she asked.

 

“Obviously, main aapke itna paas hoon aur chhoo sakta hoon, isliye gaaliya denge” (Obviously I am so close to you and can touch you, that’s why they curse me) he emphasized the touch part.

 

Now it was her turn to blush.

 

He was enjoying the game now.  The master had read her intentions correctly and it was about playing the moves right.

 

“Tum toh mujhe exercise hee sikhate ho – isliye touch karte ho – isme kya badi baat hai” (you only touch me while teaching how to exercise. What is the big deal) she reasoned.

 

“Woh aapko lagta hai – ladke toh yeh dekhte hain ki main ek garam maal par haath saaf kar raha hoon” (that is what you think – guys see that I am feeling a hot babe)  He emphasized “Garam Maal” and “Haath Saaf”

 

Drop by drop he was making it dirtier.

 

“Oye – kya bol raha hai” (what are you saying) she said in mock anger

 

He replied “kaha thaa sach bolunga toh aap marogi” (See I told you, you will beat me)

 

“Achcha baba nahin maaroongi – par yeh garam maal kya laga rakkha hai” (ok will not beat you – but why this ‘Garam Maal’) 

 

“Yaar you are a very hot babe” “hum ladke log aisee babes ko garam maal ya garam masala hee kahete hain” (we boys call the hot babes as Garam Maal or Garam masala)

 

He was enjoying telling and She was enjoying listening – classic example of demand and supply.

 

She giggled and said “ab kahan se rahi garam masala” (I am no longer a hot babe)

 

This was the window of opportunity he was not going to miss. The factor of relations etc had long gone out of the mind by now.  For him she was now a target he wanted to fuck.  Nothing more nothing less.

 

She was waiting for the answer.

 

“Aap itni gori ho, itni sundar ho, itni achhi curvy body hai aur kya chahiye – your husband is damn lucky” (you are so fair, so beautiful, have a curvy body, what else one wants)

 

Anju smiled.

 

“Kaash main aapka husband hota” (I wish I was your husband)

 

“toh kya karte” (so what would you have done?) she enquired knowing fully well what the youngster was waiting to say.

 

“Itni hot biwi se saara din saari raat pyaar karta raheta” (would have loved such a hot wife day & night)

 

“Woh toh mujhe abhi bhi pyaar karte hain” (he still loves me) said she

 

“Kaise – telephone se – itni door hain” (how – over telephone – he is so far away)

 

She laughed aloud.

 

“Main toh kabhi door na jaata – office bhi kabhi kabhi jaata” (I wouldn’t have gone away – even to office would have gone rarely) he continued.

 

“Ghar rahe kar kya karte” (what you would have done by being at home) she asked and understood the mistake she had made.

 

He was not going to let this opportunity go “theory bataaun ya practical karke dikhaaun”

 

She looked at him in mock anger.

 

He then said something more “I have a lot of practical training experience” with special emphasis on “Lot of”

 

She now did not know how to react.

 

He could sense her predicament.  He then lightened the atmosphere by calling her a buddhi. After a few more minutes of banter he moved out and left her pondering over “lot of” practical experience.

 

Vicky did not go to her house the next morning deliberately.  Got a call from Anju in the evening asking him about his whereabouts.  She then asked him to come next morning.

 

As per agreed time he reached there.  Only to find her in a similar set of clothes but he could make out that she had given herself a second look in the mirror.  The set of clothes was similar but of darker maroon shade, clinging on the body a bit more.  The boobs looked a bit bigger due to tighter top, the ass looked fuller due to tighter pyjama. 

 

She was a bit better now moving still with a stick but with less difificulty.

 

He looked at her longingly as the tighter clothes were doing wonders to her curves.

 

The slight sexual banter continued for them.  It was creating a good vibe between them.  The longish sexless gap for the lady was making her hornier.

 

Everyone looks forward to the festival of colours - Holi.  Vicky was no different. It was Holi that facilitated Sanju’s fuck, it was Holi when he first came into contact with the dream lady, Mrs Kapoor, it was Holi when mother-daughter duo option of Sheetal and Mrs Kapoor opened for him, it was Holi that facilitated Niti for him.

 

Anju’s son had come back from the boarding college for Holi.  He had come to Vicky’s house and challenged him that he can colour him more and all those things kids want to brag about.  Vickys’ family and he laughed but then he saw a golden opportunity.  He promised the kid that he will come to his house to play Holi.  The kid, Rohan, was overjoyed to have Vicky Bhaiya come and play Holi with him.  Vicky told him that he would come late as he had to play with his friends too.  The kid agreed.  Poor kid didn’t know that Vicky was more interested in playing Holi with his mother.  Nothing amiss, everyone laughed and felt happy in general.

 

A couple of days later, he went to play Holi with his friends first and then on the way back went to Anju’s residence.  It was an upper class area hence less vibrancy and more formal.  The youngsters would have gone to the ‘high end’ farmhouse holi gatherings.  The kid had no one to play with.  His face brightened as he saw Vicky and ran to spread colour him.  There was actually very less space for him to colour Vicky.  His friends had done the colouring job a bit more diligently.  However, the kid was overjoyed after colouring him and spent all his force in colouring Vicky.  He threw at him the water balloons, the water colour, a lot of water.  You name it – the kid had it.  In his play with the kid, he had forgotten for a few minutes his real motive.

 

One look at Anju, he came back to his motive.  She was wearing a light coloured salwaar kameez, sleeveless and reasonably deepish cut.  The material was thin and he could see the lacy white bra underneath quite clearly.  Also the suit was clinging quite close to her body to accentuate the curves on her.  Since there was no chunni on her hence the upper bossom was on display.

 

He indicated to the kid that she should join the mellee.

 

He was game for it.

 

They moved to the terrace of the house which was pretty secluded from all the sides. 

 

He schemed with the kid that his mother was much away from the whole act and should take part in it and they should colour her hard.  Kid liked the idea and pulled her mother in the act.

 

Vicky very swiftly closed the terrace door.

 

The kid was running to colour her mother who was too swift for him.

 

The kid lost hope. 

 

Mother smiled.

 

Vicky winked at him.

 

Kid smiled.

 

The kid again started chasing his mother.

 

Vicky was laughing with them and moved towards a point where he believed Anju could be cornered.  The predatory instincts of both the males was in full flow, albeit, for different reasons.  Rohan with a new found energy and vigour chased his mother towards the corner where he expected Vicky to reach and same was the case with Vicky that he expected Rohan to corner the beauty to a particular spot.

 

Unknown to the movements of the male members, the female was running with gay abandon and suddenly halted with a hit against his body.  She tried to move away but he put his arms across her waist and held her close to his body.  He held her pretty close to his body.  She could feel the python on her lower back.  The arms were millimeters below the bossom and her movements made the both come in close contact more often than not.

 

Rohan was tall enough for his hands to reach her face when straight up.  He coloured his mother with gay abandon.  He also hit her with a few water balloons with one hitting her heavy boobs.  After that he was a bit lost on what to do. 

 

Anju was giggling and also enjoy the pressure on her posterior.  Vicky had not done anything by now that could have been termed as salicious but he was well on his way for the same.

 

Vicky indicated Rohan to bring the small bucket kept at a side.  He then moved Anju near the water tank.  Still holding her with one hand, he moved aside the lid of the tank and in went the empty bucket and came out the filled one.  One sweet motion and the bucket was over her head and gradually all of it found way on her body via her head and the trickle down theory of economics was more applicable in biology right then.

 

The heat of sun, the heat of bodies pressed together, the heat of the naughty act was being cooled down by the trickle of water.  The water made the cloth stick to her body.  The lacy bra was there to be seen with all its patterns and the creamy stomach skin showed itself under the wet white cloth.

 

This was a very great idea for Rohan who drenched his mother with 3-4 rounds of buckets.  Since he could not do the trickle effect he splashed a lot of water on her.  Vicky turned her around to ensure even coat of water on her body.  The suit stuck to her back and could clearly see the bra straps against the skin.

 

She was not moving at all now and there was no need to hold her.  But Vicky wanted to touch her more.  With this he moved her a bit to be face to face and then held in embrace and asked Rohan to throw more water.  Rohan found an opportunity to drench Vicky as well.  Vicky did not mind. 

 

She was breathing heavily with her boobies crushed against his torso and his hands embracing her were a couple of inches above her lush posterior.  Her head was bent down with eyes looking at the floor.  Vicky knew it was the moment to strike as she was in two minds.

 

There was a noise from below where the neighbour kid called out Rohan’s name.  Vicky encouraged the kid to play with others as well.  Rohan left after accomplishing his mission of colouring his mother and playing Holi with Vicky.

 

Vicky saw him going down and close the main iron gate. 

 

Anju by now had moved a bit with her eyes still scanning the floor.

 

Vicky reached behind her and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.  She shivered. 

 

He said “happy holi” softly in her ear and licked her ear lobe. 

 

She wanted to run but her feet would not move.

 

She wanted to push him away but the hands will not rise.

 

She wanted to wriggle out but body would not move.

 

It was as if the body had decided to go for the pleasures on offer.

 

The assault on the nape continued which made her weak in her knees by the second.  For good measure he attacked her boobies with a gentle massage.  She knodded her head in negative but did not move away or push him away.  The master was weaving his magic on her boobs.  Her ass pushed back to meet his crotch.  Just as he would have gone for the kill the iron door squeaked bringing both the adults out of their trance. 

 

Rohan got a few neighbouring kids to play with Vicky Bhaiya.

 

Had Rohan been an adult – Vicky would have killed him for spoiling his chance.  He played with the kids for a few minutes and left for home without much interaction with Anju.

 

He did not call her or visit her for a few days. 

 

In the meantime a girl named Heena had joined his office to man the reception.  She was not on the regular company rolls but the position was outsourced.  She was a young beautiful girl. Had great features. Didn’t have very big boobs or big round ass but on the whole she had a great figure.  Very soon he would see guys going more often to the reception. He would laugh it off.  Within a few days she learnt that Vicky was very close to the higher ups and hence she was extra courteous to him.

 

One week after Holi Anju came to visit them.  Her ankle was fine then and she could move freely. Rohan had gone back to college as the new session was about to start.

 

It was a regular courtesy visit by her.  His parents enquired about her foot and Rohan and about her husband’s return.  She told them that the ankle was fine. Rohan was back to boarding college and her husband would return after a couple of months only owing to work pressures.  While talking about her husband’s return she looked at Vicky with a smile.

 

She then queried Vicky “teri exercises chal rahin hai ya nahin” (are you continuing with the morning exercises)

 

“haan’ (yes) came a short reply.

 

“Mujhe sikhaana bhool gaya” (you have forgot teaching me) she asked.

 

“aapko chot lagi thee isliye nahin kaha” (you were injured hence did not tell) he replied a perfectly acceptable answer in front of parents.

 

“Kal kitne baje” (what time tomorrow) asked the lady.

 

“6am” pat came the reply.

 

He continued “koi mat ya moti chaddar le aana – abhi ankle ki exercise kam karenge” (bring a mat or sheet – will do less of ankle exercises)

 

Again a perfectly acceptable statement to all not knowing Holi incident.

 

“Ok Guruji”

 

All laughed.

 

“Kahe ka guruji – guru dakshina toh dete nahin” (teacher for what – you don’t pay fees)

 

All laughed again at his remark. All enjoyed the banter.

 

“woh bhi mil jaayegi” (will get the fees) she smiled back.

 

After having dinner at their place, she left for her home.  She had come in an auto.  Vicky and his mother went to drop her in their car.

 

Sharp at 6am she was there.  Vicky saw her and he could look no further. 

 

She was wearing a track pant (upto her calf) only made to outline the came toe and her panty line.

 

To cover the northern assets she was wearing a thin jacket which hid one very tight top encasing the mammaries.  The hair were loosely held in a knot leaving the beautiful neck uncovered from the stares.  She was wearing a short sock (upto ankle) with sport shoes completing the set.

 

For his viewing pleasure the zip of the jacket was open till navel to see the flame red short top.  She wanted to show, he wanted to see. 

 

He had known the park like back of the hand.  He took her to a secluded spot (secluded enough to touch but not fuck).  The mat was spread on the grass.  It was about 25 mtrs from the jogging track and well covered by trees.  Very professionally he told her that since she had hurt her ankle recently, they would focus on exercises that do not strain the ankle much.

 

Dutifully she spread the mat on the floor. 

 

Vicky first made her sit in the “Padmaasan” position of yoga and made her do the “Praanayaam”.  As she sat in Padma-aasan, she gave him unhindered view of her vaginal stretch behind the tight track pants.  She was doing the breathing exercise but for Vicky she was breathing heavy deliberately. After a couple of sessions she discarded the jacket and there was she in her full glory.  The red top and light coloured track pant looked great on the luscious body.

 

Now that the jacket was off he could see a very delicious cleavage forming a valley between the twin peaks of glory.  He could not track any bra lines underneath and it seemed that she was wearing nothing underneath.  She had come prepared for being hot.  He knew how to handle hot women.

 

He then taught her stretching exercise while being horizontal.  This was a great chance for her to showcase her ass globes to him.  He did not mind lechering at them.  She then kneeled down and leaned forward to accentuate the ass globes.  Not the one to miss out he moved in front of her to have a great view of the cleavage.  His piston made a great pole in his track pants but he was not bothered to hide it.  Infact at one point of time, she lifted her head to look straight at his cock tent.

 

She was enjoying the teasing exercises.  She then decided to increase the teasing quotient.  She stood tall and then leaned forward to touch the ground with her hands and forming an inverted V with her hands and legs being the sides of the inverted V.  It meant that at the highest point that ass globes were the proud showpiece.  He knew what she was doing.  He held her by the hips to straighten the legs and then press the ass globes only to be met by mock anger of Anju.

 

She said “kya kar rahe ho” (what are you doing)

 

“Aapko kya lagta hai” (what do you think)

 

She could not answer back but said “mat karo” (don’t do)

 

He did not say anything but again repeated the process.

 

She looked at him, still in same position, only glares exchanged. 

 

Vicky went aside to sit at some distance and did not talk to her.  She completed her routine and came close to him.  He was looking at an old fort that stands within the District Park.  Not a very big one but good enough to entice interest and looks over the lake of the park.

 

She initiated the talk “wahaan chalen” (shall we go there) pointing to the fort ruins.

 

He knodded and off they went.

 

The stairs to the top were very dicey and one could go only in single file.  He was right behind her ogling at the ass globes.  He knew that place very well.  Had been there with many girlfriends, many times.  As they reached the top, she saw a very good panaromic view of the park.  The sprawling open grounds, mud hills with trees in distance, green belt comprising of bushes and trees on her left.  As she drank in the scenery, he held her hand and took her around the fort and then towards the green belt. 

 

If you face the fort from the lake, there is this green belt on your right hand side which leads to the rose garden and cricket ground near the IIT, Delhi road.  Those who have been to district park will understand the location.  The thick cover is a perfect spot for lovers.  Many used to enter from the Rose Garden side to find some space for themselves in the green belt.

 

They were carrying the mat and Vicky spread it in the exclusive corner where he had brought many a girlfriends and screwed them.  It was about 20mts from a walkers trail path and was well secluded from the sides.  As they went in and spread the mat, Vickly pounced on her and started kissing her.  She wanted to show who is the boss and tried to push him.  He was too strong for her and he knew it was nothing more than a token resistance.  The token resistance was as firm as a politician’s promise.  

 

A few meters from them a male dog in heat was trying to get on top of a bitch.  She too was playing hard to get card.  The male dog and the male human looked at each other for a second and went back to their respective jobs at hand.  The token resistance of bitches in heat of two separate species gave away.  Vicky was now kissing Anju like no end and mauling her boobs and ass globes. She loved the rough touches.  The bitch was also now loving the licking of her love nest by the male dog. 

 

Off went the top and the track pant was pushed to the ankles. The boobs were hanging like ripe fruits.  He pinched the nipples, rubbed and massaged the boobs, tweaked them, licked them, gave love bites of them, sucked them.  Her husband too loved her boobs and ass but the boy was master at it.  He was reading her mind and did whatever she wanted him to do to her. 

 

One swift motion and the human bitch was on her all fours with Vicky positioning his cock on her ample posterior charms. 

 

One swift motion and the male dog was pounding the bitch in famous doggy style.

 

Stroke by stroke both male mammals were building up the momentum.

 

Stroke by stroke the cock was going in.  The dog didn’t have fingers to finger fuck which human did to his mate in heat.  The couple of fingers played with the pussy of its mate and double penetration did do wonders to her.  The fingers played with the pussy walls and gave her an exotic pleasure.  She secreted a bit of love juices from her pussy, wetting his digits.  This love juice was spread on the cock.  She was wet – all ready for the insertions.

 

Two species of mammals having same need and here humans copied the dog’s style.