My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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As Kamla reached home, Govind saw the locket.

 

G – ye kya hai Kamla (what is this Kamla)

 

K – Locket hai Vicky ji ne diya hai (Vicky sir has given)

 

G – Tera mangalsutra kahan hai (where is your mangalsutra)

 

K – yahin kahin hoga (must be here)

 

G – matlab matlab (meaning meaning)

 

K – Govind woh hamaare bhagwaan jaise hain, tumhara kaam bhi chalwa diya. Mujhe kya pata nahin naap lete waqt tum kya karte ho (he is like god to us. Don’t I know what you do while taking measurements) [Adaa had told her what Govind did to her while taking measurements]

 

Govind was silent.

 

K – Maalik kuchh dino mein chale jaayenge, tumhari dukaan chalti rahegi (he will leave after sometime, your shop will run longer)

 

K – Main sab kuchh soch samajh ke kar rahi hoon (I am doing this as per a plan)

                           

Govind was still silent.

 

Kamla spoke to Vicky about the entire incident and thought if Govind was given someone to play with, he will keep quiet.

 

Vicky told Paramjeet to visit Govind’s shop and let him touch her liberally and if she liked it she can go the full distance.

 

Paramjeet went to his shop wearing Vicky’s locket and allowed Govind to take her measurements.  She gave a knowing smile to him.

 

Pammi darling wanted an extra deep blouse and Govind measured the depth with fingers to get the exact location. His cock became rock hard the moment he realized she was not wearing bra. His thumbs rubbed her nipples liberally in garb of taking measurements.

 

G – Memsaab peeche se kitna deep (how much deep from back)

 

Govind kept on taking inch tape lower and lower and kept on moving forward and forward, made contact with her lush ass and rubbed it lightly. Pammi almost laughed. She was used to Anaconda, this was a regular snake in comparison.

 

He couldn’t hold himself when he saw the spotless back of Paramjeet and licked it. He wanted to bang her but the Sardaarni was strong, she told him to have fun like that and no intercourse. Poor chap couldn’t do anything. She showed him V locket.

 

P – Isse dekh aur chup rahe (see this and keep quiet) and while leaving kissed him and pressed his crotch.

 

As Vicky came back from the office, he told Adaa to go to her house.

 

A – kya hua maalik (what happened master)

 

V – ek aur ko Locket pahenaana hai (have to give this locket to one more)

 

Adaa smiles and leaves.

 

After some time Lisa comes alongwith Paramjeet and she leaves leaving me alone with the Bong Beauty.

 

We both were awkward for a while and then I went and sat next to her.

 

V – Lisa (I hold her hand) you are an epitome of bong beauty

 

Lisa smiles

 

V – And I have weakness for bong beauties

 

She looks at him and smiles. He made her comfortable and even gave a bouquet of flowers and asked her if they could go out.

 

She was very pleasantly surprised at the turn of events and immediately said yes.

 

She went back home – changed into something casual.

 

In due course both met in the basement parking and left. She too was ready to go out with him.  She came out wearing light jacket over her skirt and a top.  Shook hands and he gave her the gift he had bought for her, a box of chocolates. She loved it.

 

She asked her where to go – he offered her to take the lead.  She said lets go to a Disco.  Though Vicky was never interested to go to a Disc but that day he decided to go along since rush of Disc would provide ample opportunities to touch her ample ass. They parked the car in the parking area and left for the disc. In the car, she left her jacket and Vicky could make out the reason for doing so. She was wearing a black halter top exposing a lot of shoulder and back.  The skirt was of cream colour and the contours of the famous posterior could be seen from some distance, may be from moon too.

 

Vicky noticed that every pair of eyes of a straight man adjusted his cock after focusing on her ass even for a few seconds and there she was, ready to enjoy his proximity.  After having a couple of soft drinks they hit the dance floor.  The music beats were fast and they were maintaining some distance while dancing. Nothing apart from the fact, you don’t dance in much proximity on a fast beat. They were working up quite a sweat. He was a good dancer and so was she considering her generous curves.  Her boobs were a handful themselves and were juggling nicely as that day they were not under the confines of a bra.

 

They moved to the bar to have another round of soft drinks and some water and came back to dance. After some time the music turned slow with both dancing in close proximity.  Firstly he held her in the conventional position of one arm on her waist and other holding her other arm with her hand on his shoulder.  They danced slowly for a few minutes and saw around to find that they were the only ones dancing in such formal manner.  He then took his hand and rested it on her waist just above her huge hips and she put her arms around his neck.  Vicky being tall meant that she had to come a bit closer to him to encircle his neck.  Her boobs hit his torso and during movements it would rub.

 

After an initial hesitation, both were comfortable with Vicky’s hands moving southwards. Lisa had sensed it but did not object.  The hands reached the coveted desitnation.  And true to the bong beauty tradition, she had generous curves.  They kept on moving in slow motion and enjoyed each other’s company, body, presence, touches.

 

She knew where it will lead but wanted him to take the steps.

 

He knew where it will lead and was ready to take the steps.

 

Not many had approached her in the manner he had.  Only a very well endowed chap could have enjoyed her in doggy style. The regular sized ones were no match.  Definitely he was one with large sized one.

 

He cupped her ass for their eyes to meet and give silent approval. Her look was of a reluctant partner bordering on “No” but he was an expert to read these signals and looks. He cupped it again and a bit harder this time. This time she tried to indicate No but with less conviction.  Vicky cupped the ass again and let the hands cover every square inch of the huge ass.  Before she could say anything, he turned her around and held her from behind with his arms across her front, just below her good sized boobs. Though her boobs were 36c but her huge ass made them look “only good sized” in comparison.  They were still dancing to the slow music.  His cock again made contact with the much desired globes and was 60-70% awake causing her to feel the python very nicely on her ass.  She too was in the mood and rubbed her ass hard on his tool.  He was not going to let the opportunity go and kissed her exposed shoulders.  She moved back in to him.  He kissed her nape further and rubbed his tool more.  A response of equal measure from her was forthcoming in form of harder rub on tool and leaning back into him.  He pushed up his hands to press the boobs. Everyone in the disc was now focussed on them. All those who were dancing with them, had stopped in their tracks focusing on erotica in front.  She had her eyes closed but he had his opened. He was seeing what was going around but wanted to show others that the sexy bombshell was his for the taking and hence continued with the erotica. 

 

He cupped one boob completely and rubbed nipple with his thumb to be met by approval moans.  He played with nipples, she produced the moaning sounds.  He rubbed her thighs and softly pressed her pussy only to be met by a louder moan. 

 

After a couple of minutes of extensive foreplay on disc floor – which was like eternity for those around.  Lisa opened her eyes dreamily.  But to her horror she saw everyone eyeing her. 

 

She turned back and looked at Vicky.  He said “lets go.”

 

She nodded and both left immediately leaving behind a gasping audience.

 

He took her to a nearby restaurant which had great lakeside view. She was impressed by his choice.  At first she was not able to see him in eye but then as the evening progressed was quite comfortable. Since it was an upmarket restaurant, she had not bothered to put her jacket on. She actually wanted not to put anything on and wanted to go ahead and get fucked big time.  The feel of his tool on her ass was keeping her mind busy.  He could sense her discomfort and still indulged her in small talk.

 

V : “Lisa everyone was eyeing us at the Disc today”

 

L : hmmmm

 

V “soch raha hoon ki they were eyeing you and I was just an accessory”

 

Lisa smiled

 

Vicky : “Aur soch raha hoon ki they were eyeing your assets” (deliberately he spoke Assets in a manner that it sounded Ass – set)

 

Lisa smiled mischievously…

 

L : you dance well Vicky

 

“Haan slow waala zyaada achha karta hoon, ladkiyan yahi kaheti hain” (yes, girls say that I do the slow one better)

 

She never thought that he will respond like that.

 

He was smart.

 

They were waiting for the order to come – Vicky looked at her matter of factly and asked “Mere Ghar Chalen – Khana pack karwa lete hain” (lets go your home and take the food packed)

 

She thought for a moment – a yes meant that she was ready to be fucked.  She didn’t know what to say but then thought that why not enjoy life and said “ok”

 

Those two alphabets opened a lot of avenues for both of them.  He smiled and called the waiter and got the food packed.  “Chal aaj tere ghar pe dinner karte hain” (lets have dinner at your home). Her two kids had gone out for some birthday party for distant cousin and it was night out for them.

 

Both left.

 

He drove to her house and waited in the car, she looked at him quizzically and said “andar nahin aana kya” (don’t you want to come in)

 

“Sirf dinner ka mood hai kya” (are you in mood for dinner only) he looked at her and winked.

 

By now she was ready to be his and said “kisne kaha” (who said that) and winked.

 

He smiled and parked the car and followed her.

 

She wanted to change – he stopped her. 

 

“Don’t change – your are looking hot” She smiled at his comment.

 

They finished the dinner first and then after clearing the table she played on the soft music. It was a slow dance number.

 

He smiled and turned her around to directly rub his crotch over her ample ass.

Within a few seconds he was rubbing his tool on her ass, hands were massaging boobs and he was licking her earlobe. It was erotica at it best. Since there was no audience, hence both were now into it with Lisa rubbing her ass very hard on his very very hard tool and feeling the size and girth.

 

The lights in the room were dim and were adding to the atmosphere.

 

He was now licking her back and playing with her nipples.

 

Her eyes were closed and she was at point of no return.

 

He turned her face towards him and licked her right cheek.

 

This was much beyond she had thought.  She could feel her pussy getting wet by the second.

 

She wanted to turn around and kiss him hard, but he did not let her do it.  The much wanted ass was meant to be enjoyed in every way.

 

He bent down and kissed her ass over her skirt.

 

Within no time, he opened the hooks of her skirt and helped it to touch the floor.

 

She was on way back from her trance that he said something in her ear “gaand degi” (will you give me your ass)

 

Before she could open her mouth, he forced her making her bend forward and hold the table for support. He ripped open her panty and his mammoth tool was there at the entrance of the most coveted ass in office. She did not expect such a move. She was hoping for a long foreplay followed by doggy style fuck.

 

As he was about to push it in – he waited. Pulled her back up and removed her top.

 

He moved back.  Removed his trousers fully and other garments and both stood in their respective birthday suits.

 

She was looking at him with a big question mark

 

He smiled and said “Teri gaand ne paagal kar rakkha hai – pahele socha ki teri gaand le loon – phir socha  ki you deserved a better love making, isliye ruk gaya” (I am madly in love with your ass and wanted to take it at first opportunity, then thought you deserved better love making and hence I stopped)

 

He came forward and engaged in a French kiss with his hands roaming on her ass.

 

She too had one hand behind his neck and the other was holding his tool.  It was way way way bigger than her previous boyfriend.

 

There was a lot of foreplay (not detailing for want of repetition) but at one point he picked some butter cubes from the fridge and rubbed on her ass hole and ass. She was enjoying all the touches and rubs and looked at him regarding the rubbing of butter on her ass.

 

He said smilingly “Butter Chicken toh dhaabe mein bante hain – main Butter Gaand bana raha hoon’ (Restaurants make the dish of Butter Chicken, I am making Butter Ass)

 

She laughed hysterically and said “phir butter gaand khaaoge” (will you eat it Butter Ass)

 

A very strong yes followed the question.

 

He rubbed a lot of butter on his tool as well and started pushing his tool in.  The desired Lisa was his now.  Stroke by stroke it was going in.

 

Stroke by stroke she was feeling the girth, the size, the competence.

 

He took it as planned, in doggy style with his favourite of riding a horse by holding her hair and bending forward to press her boobs.  (not repeating every move)

 

After quite some time while she was on verge of her third orgasm with his fingers in her pussy helping her with the first two and he on verge of his first.

 

Both came together, he spread his sead on her lush ass liberally and she came like a waterfall the third time.  She fell on the bed and he took time to spread his semen on her ass globes.  The ass globes were shining like a newly waxed item.

 

She got on top of him and placed her boobies on his mouth, he needed no second invitation and he started sucking them, even after an earth shattering orgasm a while earlier, she was ready for more, much more. Lisa positioned her pussy on his cock and started riding him, he was in ecstacy. Claming someone’s wife is far more fun that having some unmarried one. She rode him and rode him hard, it was like her manner of showing that even she could dominate. Her boobs were flying in all directions possible and Vicky was holding her generous ass.

 

L – Mujhe chodega (you will fuck me)

 

V – yes

 

L – mera pati idiot hai (my hubby is an idiot)

 

V – yes yes

 

L – Chutiya hai saala

 

V – yes

 

She was using choicest of explicitives for her hubby, perhaps her manner of getting back at him for leaving her alone.

 

Suddenly she stopped speaking and closed her eyes, she had another rocking orgasm and as she was about to disengage, Vicky pulled her back, “mera discharge nahin hua abhi” (haven’t discharged as yet)

 

Lisa bent forward, places his massive tool between her two lovely orbs on her bossom and starts giving him a boobfuck. Nothing was new for him but still this was different.

 

Aah aaah and he cummed by gallons.  It was so much different from others…

 

V – loved it

 

L – me too

 

V – tonight you are mine

 

L – yes but on other days will have to be careful cause of kids.

 

V – hmmmm

 

He then completed the randi registration process with her and gave her the V Locket. She wore her new Mangalsutra with some pride. 

 

Vicky was about to go for some sleep that he got a message on his cell from dad. Order was to call from the other secured number.

 

He left.

 

V – “Papa is time phone?”

 

VD (Vicky’s Dad) – Haan beta, matter a bit serious.

 

V – Kya hua (what happened)

 

VD – This bastard Sayed has again become active with not only Hawala but also some transactions to Terror groups

 

V – Oh

 

VD – You still have some time, but be careful

 

V – yes dad. Any special instructions

 

VD – not yet, but be prepared to move back at a very short notice.

 

V – ok dad

 

VD – Have increased your cover

 

V – ok papa, I know you would take care.

 

VD – chal bye

 

V – Bye papa.

 

Vicky was a bit perplexed. Things were not ordinary. They were beyond the normal. His dad was not prone to make such calls. He calls his dad back.

 

VD – kya hua

 

V – papa, agar main aapki help kar doon sayyed ka ghar wire karne mein (may I help you to get his house wired)

 

VD – that would be just lovely.

 

V – Done papa, aap us sabziwaale ko kuch dekar mere paas bhijwa dena. (you send your man in disguise of vegetable vendor to me)

 

VD – ok done.

 

So the next evening, Vicky had the sabziwala (SW) come to him with a bag of veggies.

 

SW – saab aapke liye (for you sir)

 

V – Andar aao (come in)

 

SW comes in.

 

V – How much time you will need to wire the entire house.

 

SW – 3hours.

 

V – how many men required for the job

 

SW – 3

 

V – how much notice you require to start your job.

 

SW – 2hrs

 

V – ok done.

 

Vicky arranges for his boss at his original company to call for Sayyed and his team to understand the progress and a couple of jokers from Vicky’s team too had to join.

 

Vicky takes an off and calls Adaa to service him. The keys are shared with the Intelligence wing chaps and in about 3 hours flat entire house is wired and Adaa was fucked thrice. Target achieved.

 

Vicky knows he doesn’t have much time to fuck Zainab and also revisit Roopa, the security officer officer. Because he didn’t know how it will shape up, a terrorist attack is much different from a Hawala transaction.

 

Unknown to him, Zainab had started for to meet her daughters. She lived in Noida and about a 2-3 hours atleast from Manesar. She was determined to get fucked by Vicky today.  And she was dressed for the occasion.  She took a woman driven taxi since could not take chances. She was wearing a transparent saree and skimpiest of blouse with no bra. She had taken time and made effort to get ready.

 

(Readers will notice that suddenly everything started moving a bit fast, happening so since we are reaching climax for this leg and want to move to something new)

 

In about an hour’s time, Zainab pressed the door bell. Vicky went to open it, Adaa had finished cooking and was still only wearing V locket. Vicky indicates Adaa to hide and come out at the opportune moment. She smiled and went to another room but kept on peeping in.

 

Vicky opens the door and saw the gorgeous, the sexiest, fulsome babe – Zainab.

 

Within a matter of seconds, Vicky pulls her in, closes the door and hugs from behind

 

V – thanks meri jaan

 

Zainab shrugs him and stands next to a table and sees a mirror in front. Vicky thought he moved in a bit too fast. Goes and stands behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

 

Then he managed to say “Aapki marzi ke khilaaf kuchh nahin hoga” (nothing against your wish).  While saying this he brought his right arm around her right shoulder.  Due to the deep, sleeveless blouse he was able to touch her skin for the first time.  Just like silk he thought.  She didn’t flex a muscle. He didn’t know how to interpret this.

 

He said “you are just too hot”

 

She didn’t reply but looked at the mirror.  Both pair of eyes met and he decided to venture further.  He reasoned that since Rehana and Rufina enjoyed the nape kissing and light boob massage to get into the mood, there was chance that their mother may enjoy the same.  With this great Einstein Logic he proceeded.  He moved the pony to one side and planted his lips on the soft nape of her neck.  She arched her shoulders but did not make much effort to move out.  Not the one to waste time, he landed a few more wet ones on the nape and meanwhile the right hand started its journey towards the coveted boob.  The pallu of the saree was on the left shoulder which meant the blouse covered right boob had one less layer of covering.  The tentative right hand commenced its journey and was a bit jittery when it reached its destination.  The lips were still locked to the nape, but not wetting it or kissing it, she was breathing heavily with heavy bosom having a protruded up-down movement, it seemed the time had stopped for both. 

 

The shivering hand softly touched the coveted boob and pressed it silently.  The lips had started the kisses and the breathing had become less heavy.  It was as if a movie had come to life after a pause.  The boob was big (he knew), soft but firm.  The nipples had also become firm. He did not move his hand and kept it there.  He had guessed it right.  She was weak with this combination of nape kissing and boob work. The hand now was now full on her right boob and massaging it gently.  He had big hands but still then a decent part was out of its coverage area.  A different type of coverage area problem than these days but this coverage area problem everyone would love to have.

 

After a few seconds she said “Nahin (no)” but made feeble attempts to wriggle free.  Due to this her ass-set had come in contact with his crotch and she could feel the size covered by the twin layer of undergarment and trousers.  The feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grip resulted in a beautiful rub between her ass globes and his hard tool.  She was going weak in her knees.

 

He decided to press in the advantage.  Both the hands had covered the twin peaks of glory with his lips wetting either side of neck and paid some attention to ear lobes as well.  This was close to heaven if not anything else.  The light mauling of boobs made her go further weak in knees and press her ass more into him.  He was massaging the boobs with his palms but making circles around the blouse & bra covered nipples.  This youngster knows a lot she thought.  She was his – he thought. 

 

Now with a safe knowledge of having her under control, he turned her towards him and now for the first time since she came in they made direct eye to eye contact.  She was pressed between him and the table with ass now in direct contact with table.  He took her face in his hands and lifted it towards him and both set of quivering lips came in contact.  At first she was not opening her mouth but after continued pressure she gave in.  The tongues exchanged touches and saliva with Vicky moving very expertly between upper and lower lip and tongue.  The hands still were enjoying the much bigger boobies and as the kiss progressed, she relaxed and was fully into the union.  The hands were finding it difficult to decide on which set of globes to be given preference.  They were oscillating between the well rounded heavy ass and beautiful bosom.  In between he was kissing all over her face, her neck, the upper bosom and then back to lips.  With the passionate foreplay in full swing and the saree pallu off from her shoulder he looked at 3-4 inches of divine cleavage.  Like an expert he first started kissing the bosom region around the cleavage wetting them thoroughly and then the lick started. 

 

He placed his tongue at the first button of the hook at launched the journey to the north.  Millimeter by millimeter he proceed, filling the cleavage with his rich saliva and savouring in the moment.  He was making love to her like a super lover and the age difference was adding spice to the fun.  He was doing to her which no other had been able to.  Most of them were focused only on the intercourse with little concern on the foreplay.  Vicky was definitely better than them.  The fuse was off in the lady’s mind and she pressed his head into her cleavage and he pressed his hands on her ass globes.  Just when it seemed the clothes would be off in no time, the stupid clock pendulum decided to strike 8 times indicating 8pm time.  This brought her back to some sense and she asked him to stop.

 

Adaa was privileged one to witness erotica in motion. She was rubbing herself furiously. She wished if she could replace Vicky. Zainab’s beauty had captivated her.

 

Z – Vicky main zara Re Ru se milti hoon (let me meet my daughters)

 

He did not let her go and held her arm. She was just waiting for his touch and melted into him.  This time all notions of being a good wife went with the Superfast Train.  They kissed each other like lovers.  He kneaded her boobs, her well rounded ass, licked her super silky skin.  He again exchanged saliva with her and was a bit more relaxed safe in the knowledge of not being disturbed by anyone and also that she was now a willing partner.  He was more patient and the saliva exchanges and kneading of the gigantic mammaries had become more slow and pleasurable.  Zainab never expected him to be such a master at this.

 

The pallu of the saree on her shoulder was more than willing to drop off and became successful in the same after a few attempts bringing to view the best possible view of the deep cleavage of the ample bossom.  He then noted the extra deep cut of the blouse and how it was very short as compared to other blouses. It was cut deep from both front and the back and was hiding the much wanted treasures.

 

He left her face and with one shot licked her deep cleavage.  This was unchartered for her as her husband never had licked it and even in the flings she had nobody did that to her.  Others were busy in pressing and kneading her boobs only. He was different – he was a master at pleasing women.   He held the pallu of her Saree and pulled it off slowly.  She was a willing participant and rotated to facilitate taking off her saree. It was a scene right out of a erotic one.  3-4 turns and off went the Saree. 

 

Adaa couldn’t hold herself back and came outside. By this time Zainab was in such a mental state that she was surprised or startled. A super sexy Adaa was only a welcome addition. But Vicky wanted to focus on Zainab only. So he tied up Adaa to the door handle in a manner that she could see everything but could not join.

 

He got a hanky and tied it over her eyes and led her close to the fridge.  Gradually he licked Zainab’s face throwing her into the throes of passion.  Lick by lick she was growing crazy.  He did not only wet the face but her face, cleavage, upper bosom, shoulders as she was wearing a sleeveless blouse.  She was trying to hold his head to her herself but he was too quick for her.  A couple of times she tried to get rid of her blindfold but he did not let her do so. 

 

And then, the top hook of the blouse came off giving way to more view of the deep cleavage and one by one all 4 hooks of the blouse came off.  She was in no mood to hide her modesty and he was in no mood to let her do it.  The front of the blouse opened to showcase the lacy bra encased melons.  If not melons then only god knew what were they.   She tried to take off the blouse completely which he stopped.  It was a sight worth its weight in gold, diamond, platinum.  Sitting before was the dream lady like a slut ready to bow to his demands.  He cupped her boobs over the lacy bra and kissed them again and again.  He played with the nipple from over the bra and tweaked them.

 

Vicky allowed her to remove the blouse completely and with the blouse off went the lacy bra.  He could not believe his luck of having been successful with so many hot babes at Manesar.   Vicky sucked the boobs like a kid, licked them right from the bottom to cleavage to upper bosom and back.  She also pressed his head on her ample treasures.

 

The fridge door opened and he brought out fruits starting with a banana.  What a naughty sight it was of a mature blindfolded lady, topless dancing to the tunes of the youngster and taking in the banana. Add to it the super hot Adaa was witnessing live in person.  Meanwhile he had also got rid of his garments.  She took one small bite of the banana and he pulled it out.  He then brought his own banana to her face and she opened her lips to form an O.  The lips touched his tool and as she licked the head she found the taste to be different.  He pulled it back.

 

“Kya thaa” (What was it)

 

“Kela” (banana)

 

“Kele ka swaad aisa nahin hota” (banana doesn’t taste like this) said she

 

“mard ke kele ka yahi swaad hota hai” (This was taste of a man’s banana)

 

She almost screamed when she got the import of the sentence.  Before she could say anything he again sealed it with his lips.

 

Again the fridge opened and he took out curd.  It was pretty cold.  He went to the kitchen to get some sugar as well.  He loved curd with sugar. 

 

“Kahan ho” (where r u) she said

 

“Aa raha hoon meri jaan” (coming, my darling) said he with a lot of stress on Meri and Jaan to indicate his control over her. 

 

He opened the bowl with curd and poured some of it on her heaving heavy bosom.  The chilled curd touched her deep and made her shiver.  The sensitive aerolas, nippies got stiff owing to the cold touch and as she shook her boobs as a reflex action to the chilled liquid the semi thick curd flew in all directions leaving the dusky melons in a coating of white curd.  He dipped his hand in the bowl and rubbed the curd on the much wanted love jugs.  This time she was well prepared and did not react much however the nippies continued to be stiff in attention.  He then he spread half spoonful of sugar on the curd and went down to lick the curd from the boobs.  Due to the movement some of the curd started dripping from the nippies which he was too happy to lick up for the lovely lady.  The luscious beauty found new avenues of love making.  The sheer style of love making made her forget that she was a wife and a mother.  Here she was in her glory as a wanton slut and loved did she her current state.  The sweet curd was lapped up lick by lick and out came the honey.  The honey was spread on her boobs individually and lapped up with all earnest.  She was enjoying it to the fullest and so was he.  Another dip in the honey bottle and it was smeared all over her full lips.  Just like her breasts he licked every drop of honey from her lips and tongue.

 

By that time she was shaking her head in pure ecstacy. Vicky took pity on her predicament and off went her cloth which was a semblance of a petticoat.  She was now only her panties and nothing else.  A mature lady only in her panties with her upper body smeared with honey, curd, sugar and being licked by a youngster  who was young enough to be her son.  This was fascinating.  He saw the lacy panty and pulled it down to her knees and from there they were off. Her well shaven pussy came to view.  He wanted to ravage it her and now but thought of being patient. 

 

Adaa had started dripping love juices by now. This was far far erotic for her. Even better than sex.

 

Zainab was waiting with a baited breath.  He was licking her all over and his hands were doing magic to the boobs, tweaking nippies as per convenience and also continued mauling them.  By now his right hand had reached between her legs and started drawing circles with his digits.  This was giving her ever more pleasure.  The index finger had started imploring the pussy and within a few seconds the finger had penetrated the wet pussy lips.  The finger got wet by the love juices and a few movements of the index digit got her to cum like niagra falls.  The love juices were oozing out of the pussy forming a trail over her thigh to the floor.  He stopped licking her bosom and went down on her beautiful pussy.  He first played with it by drawing circles around it and licking the soft skin next to the pussy lips.  This was making her go mad.  She put both her hands on his head and forced him on her cunt. 

 

He licked her forcefully once and then continued the cat and mouse game around it.  The forceful expert lick, the sheer audacity and naughtiness of the act was letting loose the wild side of her.

 

“Kar na” (Do it) she pleaded

 

“Kya karoon” (what should I do)

 

“Drama mat kar” (don’t act)

 

“Aap batao naa” (you tell) he decided to prolong her pleasureable misery.

 

“Ussey Chaat” (lick that)

 

“ussey kisse” (who that) saying that he licked the sensitive skin around her cunt and also her inner thighs.  He was enjoying her torture.

 

“Meri ko chaat” (lick my pussy) she almost shouted.

 

“Aise bol naa ki teri choot chaatni hai” (tell then that it your pussy that should be licked).  He emphasized “Teri” which in Hindi is used for friends or younger ones and is considered a bit derogatory than “aap” which is used for giving respect.  English language does not give the luxury of such nuances.

 

She was at point of not being concerned with the nuances of the language.

 

“Haan meri choot chaatni hai” (yes you need to lick my cunt)

 

And then the expert licker in him started the fun.  He first licked it from top to bottom and then reversed the cycle.  After quite a few such licks which were running parallel to the ample attention by his hands to her ample heaving bossom he stopped.  Very skillfully he parted the two pussy lips and bit them gently.  This caused her to explode in sheer lascivious pleasure.  Then the strong toungue licked the exposed pussy part.  The love bite at the prohibited place and the lick to the inner walls of the pussy lips lost it or won it for her.  She was on the verge of her orgasm.  Her head was swinging in passion, her eyes were half closed as if dazed and she was saying “yes, yes.”

 

She felt the pleasure of a thousand needles pricking her most pleasurable spots to give her the wild sensation.  Suddenly her thighs tightened her grip on his neck/head region and she pushed her head more towards her pussy, if there was scope and up/down movement of her hip gave away her condition.  The experienced, matured hottie had cummed in twice and the kid was yet to, though he was very close to it.

 

She took time to take some breath. Vicky had made her breathless.

 

It was then that she had seen the gigantic tool in its full glory and was mesimerised by it as so many else had been and so many would be.  She wrapped her soft hands around it and brought her face to it.

 

“Choos le” (suck it)

 

She complied. 

 

The soft lips covered the knob of the piston and the tongue played with it.  She had done it before with others and knew how to do it.  The only issue was of the sheer magnitude of the tool.  She was finding it difficult to gulp the whole of it.  It was hitting her deep in her throat with about half still out.  She was not able to get any rhythm.  Vicky meanwhile had other ideas.

 

He then made her lay on the back and placed himself on her stomach with legs on either side and engulfed his dick by her huge mammaries.  He was to tit-fuck.  This was one thing nobody had done with her. He pushed the boobies more towards the cock, she helped and held her ample bossom in place and he started the up & down motion.  It was beyond words.  Soon they developed a rhythm. The simple harmonic motion (he loved physics) had got them into a groove.  The tool would go up to hitting her chin and then back.  The lusty evening made him cum pretty early.  The streams of rich white cum was spread on her boobs, neck, upper bossom.  For a good measure he massaged it and enjoyed coating Zainab with his seed. The ivory skin got another coating of sheen.

 

Before she could finish enjoying the seed massage on her boobs, he made her swing around to her fours with her well rounded and much desired ass looking up pointing to him.  He wanted to do this from the time he had laid his eyes on Zainab, even though via net, and here it was.  The python needed no second invitation than a tantalizing close sexy ass to come back to life.  And raging it was.

 

He placed the pole on the asshole and pushed the pole in the hole.  Inch by inch it started going in with Zainab flinching in pain and feeling that her eyes would pop out of her sockets.  He had brought the Vaseline close and applied generous doses on the pole and the hole to shove it in.  Inch by inch the whole tenner went it and she shrieked.  This was the biggest she had seen and taken in and biggest by a country mile that she took in her ass.  Huge was the only word that came to her. 

 

He had built up a rhythm of ass fucking her.  Her boobs were bouncing everywhere and he was holding her.  He then adjusted his tool, pulled her back to hold her boobs and continued fucking her.  The boob massage and the ass hole fucking was just simply great.  Though the pose was a bit difficult to balance for long but it was nevertheless very pleasurable.  He allowed her to go back to all fours and he held her mane.  His favourite routine of fucking ass. The volcano erupted.  Streams of semen went in and he collapsed on top of her.  The clock reached 9.30pm.  Both were looking at each other of a mission having been accompalished but just as they were to proceed, the phone rang.

 

It was his dad.

 

Vicky indicated others to be quiet and picked up the call

 

V – hi dad

 

VD – thoda free hoja jo kar raha hai, a bit urgent (free yourself from whatever you are doing, call it is a bit urgent)

 

V – papa thoda time lagega, ghar pe guests hain (some guests have come, will take time)

 

VD – Tera baap hoon, I know who all are there, 10 minutes flat (I am your dad)

 

V – oh ok papa, sorry papa

 

VD – koi baat nahin (no problems)

 

Vicky manages to send Zainab and Adaa telling something very urgent has come and he has to discuss something with his dad etc., some family issue was the preferred excuse. 

 

Adaa & Zainab left, both fulfilled and both incomplete for some reason. 

 

As Zainab was leaving for her daughters’ flat, Adaa mentioned “Zainab, aaj mera ghar khaali hai” (my house is vacant today)

 

Zainab smiled and nodded in affirmative. Both had captivated each other.

 

Zainab went to meet her daughters, Paramjeet and her two nieces. The flat on 7th floor was overflowing with beauty, sexuality and Vicky’s keeps.

 

V – ji dad

 

VD – Vicky it is getting serious now. More inputs to confirm terror links.

 

V – hmmmm next what

 

VD – you will have to wait. In case you leave for Delhi, Syed will be alarmed. Sorry beta but I have got you in a spot of bother.

 

V – Naa dad, I know you have my back covered.  But I understand.

 

VD – thanks beta

 

V – Dad is Roopa aware?

 

VD – being briefed right now by IG.

 

V – ok.

 

VD – Son for 2-3 days, busy yourself too much in office. Get Syed’s wife, Adaa hai na, to be at your place doing anything ranging from cleaning, cooking .. I want Syed to feel he is free. It is getting to final stage now.

 

V – done dad.

 

VD – Love you beta

 

V – love you dad

 

VD – my sources tell me the lady who paid a visit a couple of hours back is very beautiful

 

V – papa !!

 

VD – ha ha ha ha

 

VD – Enjoy your life son

 

V – love you dad, how is mom

 

VD – she is fine. She knows nothing about these things

 

V – ok dad

 

So next afternoon, Vicky had a regular lunch at his place with Adaa serving him food and herself.  He left telling Adaa what to do in his absence and he will be a bit late.  At office, Syed saw Vicky super tied up and left grinning. Adaa being at Vicky’s place gave him ample time.

 

He started making a few calls, used his laptop etc. The guys at the other end of the survelliance equipment were having a field day. But the tips were very dangerous, Syed was planning a terror attack during a celebrity visit in Manesar. Roopa and her 3 idiots too were aware. Only thing they were not aware of was Vicky’s role in getting Syed’s house wired up.

 

Suddenly 3-4 new autos & taxis stood near their society. All undercover agents, there to keep an eye on Syed and save Vicky at all costs. Levers of government agencies were moving.