My Story by Vinman (repeat)

[Dreamer0410]

 

Aalia smiled sheepishly knowing the import of the sentence.

 

Vicky was paying special attention to Aalia and would call her after every few hours with the talks becoming bold and would discuss sex with her openly. 

 

She too was enjoying the bold discussion.

 

The day finally came. It was a Saturday. Vicky went to pick her up. She was dressed to kill.  Vicky did not bother about niceties and kissed her lavishly.  Before she could tell him that Zareena was there he had her tongue tied with his tongue.  He pressed her ass globes for good measure.  From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow, most likely that of Zareena, he did not disengage.  Aalia had all forgotten about her mom in the passionate kiss.

 

Vicky then disengaged after sucking her for some time.  Zareena by then was in visible range.

 

Aalia didn’t know how to react, she looked at the ground.

 

Vicky looked in Zareena’s eyes.

 

They were silent for a few seconds.

 

“Ok Zareena ji hum chalte hain” (OK Zareena ji, we will make a move) said Vicky.

 

“Kahan jaaoge” (where will you go) asked Zareena.

 

“Dono jagah – public and private place” (both places) said Vicky.

 

“Sirf public mein kyon nahin” (why not only public place) asked Zareena.

 

“Ab aapne jo trailer dekha uski film bhi toh poori karni hai” (What you saw was the trailer, have to complete the film) said Vicky smilingly.  He had a cute disarming smile.

 

Zareena didn’t know how to react. In coded language, Vicky told her that he was going to fuck her daughter with her consent.  She just didn’t know how to react.

 

“Hard to tell who is hotter between mom and daughter” said Vicky and winked at Zareena. She knew he was hitting on her. Worst part somewhere deep down she was enjoying it.

 

Vicky and Aalia moved towards the main door with Zareena looking from behind. For those 8-10 steps Vicky had his hand on her ass.  He was sure Zareena was watching it.

 

As they went to his Swift car, Zareena saw from the window, how happy was her daughter with Vicky.  Perhaps he had saved her and hence she had given herself to him completely.  She was in a way thankful that Vicky was a nice boy, strong, educated, a bit bold though, unlike the previous two jokers.  Then she went back in time when the young sexy Zareena was quite bold herself and darling of neighborhood and her college & college.  She had dated all ***** guys and wanted to marry one but as luck would have it, she got married to someone who became a maulvi and the ripe mature beauty was left alone.

 

Anyways moving back to story, Vicky drove the car to his vacant Dwarka house and making the guard richer by Rs 50/- at the society entrance.  As they entered the house, Vicky pushed her on the mattress and started kissing her wildly.  He was rubbing her boobs, rubbing her pussy over the skirt she was wearing.  He licked every inch of the skin visible in the noodle strapped top.  He wanted Aalia to go wild and then become his forever and then help him with her mom.  He was clear in his approach,

 

He blindfolded Aalia and tied her hands. One by one he took her clothes off. First went the top then the bra.  He started sucking the two very good sized mangoes and played with nipples to his heart’s content.  He then started licking her calfs, moving to thighs and played with her pussy covered under her panty. The skirt she was wearing was pleated one and not tight which gave him an opportunity to go under the skirt and establish contact with her panty. He was using all his experience to great satisfaction of Aalia.  She was feeling pleasure like never before.

 

Vicky pulled down her panty and threw it away.  Still his face buried inside her skirt, he continued licking and sucking the baby soft pussy, which she had cleaned on his insistence over phone. She was complying with the master.  He had now inserted one finger and rotating it inside. 

 

“Aah – oh my god – ya ,.'” were the sounds that disturbed the silence of the the room.  She was ecstatic. She thanked deep down her judgment of going with Vicky.  He was by far the best she ever had.  She didn’t know what was about to come though.  Her first orgasm was about to explode and as she felt it, she leaned on the wall behind her and tightened her legs.  Vicky knew it too well, he got his head out of the skirt but the hand continued playing with the pussy.  And then she exploded and came by the gallons as so many females had done earlier after their bodies had responded to his touches.

 

“Ya ,.' – ya ,.'” filled the room indicating the arrival of first monsoon shower inside her pussy. 

Vicky smiled.

 
He took off her skirt and saw the nude, blindfolded and tied-up Aalia standing before him waiting for him to make love to her.
 
Vicky got rid of his clothes and both the lovers were in their birthday suits. Vicky went ahead and hugged her.  He pushed his cock in such a manner that she tightened her thighs around it. The cock was in touch with her thighs and pussy.  She felt the girth for the first time. Though she hadn’t taken a cock or played with it earlier but a sexy beauty like her in today’s day and age had a good idea about a decent sized cock. This one was indecently huge.
 
She licked her lips in anticipation with Vicky joining in licking of her lips.
 
“Vicky kar na” (Vicky do it) pleaded sexy beauty.
 
“Kya karun” (what should I do) was the response.
 
“tujhe pata hai” (you know it) said the horny female.
 
“intezaar ka phal meetha hota hai – intezaar kar” (fruit of waiting is ripe – wait) said the philiosophical male.
 
She had given up these niceties and said “fuck me” with a forceful voice.
 
“Wait” was the firmer response.
 
He had stuff stocked in the small fridge in that house.  He got some ice, honey, gbangs, cream.
 
Vicky started with rubbing ice on her boobs and pussy. The icy touches got her to feel different sensations.  He also fed her gbangs but every gbang feed was followed by a kiss as each gbang went from his mouth to hers.  She was being attacked on all fronts and enjoying every bit of the same.  He made her to sit down on the mattress with her hands still tied and she blindfolded.  He put some honey on his tongue and frenched Aalia. He then poured some more honey on her boobs and sucked them clean.  These sensations were strong enough to arouse the whore inside her.  Finally he rubbed some cream on his tool and brought it close to her lips. Like a reflex, she opened her mouth to lick the cream and after first couple of licks, she tasted the cock. 
 
She withdrew.
 
“Kya tha” (what was that) she asked
 
“What do you think” was the reply.
 
Thinking what it was she moved forward again and started licking it. Since she could not hold it and hence she was finding it hard to engulf in her mouth. Size also mattered a bit.