My Story by vinman

[Dreamer0410]

As the winters progressed and gave way to Spring, came the time for the dreaded 10th Board exams for the students. He was prepared for the exams and had nothing to bother. In fact in February (exams start in March), he used to go out and play a game of cricket atleast three-four times a week. That was his time to relax and refresh.

It so happened that one day in February (2nd half) he was playing a match. It was against the team from Munirka village and as expected it had Dahiya on the other side. Additional motivation for Vicky, if ever required in a game. The match was being played somewhat closer to Sheetal’s house than his own. But he knew all the streets, lanes etc like back of his hand.

He was fielding close to the boundary when a ball was ferociously hit for a six. He being the closest one had to do the fetching. Vicky came out of the ground and went towards the ball. As he was about to turn, he saw Mrs Kapoor (Sheetal’s and Niti’s mother) coming out from one of the lanes and Mr Gupta (one person known to both Kapoors and his family due to being in same vicinity) coming out of the other one. The two lanes were such that they originated from the same point so technically two persons coming out of the two lanes at the same time cannot miss each other. They gave each other a slight glance and Mr Gupta went to his Maruti 800 parked nearby and Mrs Kapoor walked along to her residence. This was strange for him because as courtesy, both would have atleast acknowledged each other’s presence before going separate ways and what was his Maruti-800 doing there? He sensed something fishy, but could not pinpoint anything.

As mentioned earlier, Mrs Kapoor had joined Business Development section of a five star hotel and boy had it brought change in her. She was very attractive in her own right earlier as well but now she had become the hot & sexy female specimen.

One day he was asked to get some papers from one of his father’s friends. His dad’s friend was at a senior position and was staying in Mumbai. However, in Delhi, he chose to stay in a Five Star Hotel. Co-incidence as may have it, he chose to stay at same hotel where Mrs Kapoor worked. Vicky went to the reception and asked for his father’s friend’s hotel room number. He spoke with him and was asked to wait in the lobby. As it was first time in such a big hotel, he was trying to drink in the atmosphere of the hotel. The big lobby was seemingly very impressive and domineering. Something he had never witnessed earlier.

On his left side, say about 7-8 metres away a group was sitting. A lady was surrounded by a 3 men and they all were talking. A man was leaning forward so he could only see the arm of the lady, it was creamy white. As the man leaned back, he could see the lady. It was Mrs Kapoor. He had to actually pinch himself to check if he was dreaming. She was looking gorgeous to say the least. The black chiffon saree was a bit transparent but looking lovely on her ivory skin. The hair were open and straightened. The regular exercise at the hotel gym had reduced flab at wrong places but retained the voluptousness at all the right places. Light make up on her face was accentuating her beauty. A small necklace with a small pendant was dangling from the smooth surface of her neck and pointing to the divine cleavage. His site shifted from pendant to the cleavage and he was left gaping with his mouth open. The blouse was seriously deep cut with a sexiest view of about 3-4inches worth of cleavage and view of the upper bosom. The men were unashamedly looking at her boobs and she was the one ready to oblige. One of the men sitting next to her had his arm behind her back and Vicky was pretty sure that the hand was enjoying the touches of silky hair and silky back. The proximity to the hottest woman there was the deal clincher. The men got up and started to leave but not before giving a small peck on her cheek. Vicky could have then betted his bottom dollar, rupee, paise, that the men who earlier had his hand on her back had a slight feel of her boobs. Since the other side had tall plants that part was secluded.

Mrs Kapoor did not notice his presence and left to upper floors. As she was going away from him, he noticed the gorgeous ass. She surely had assets. The chiffon saree was very seductively tied to outline her god given gifts. Suddenly, the incidence at the ground a couple of days back flashed before him. But her attire then was not as revealing or as sexy as this one. May be she changed on her way back. As he was engrossed in thoughts, his father’s friend came and handed him papers. He ordered some cold drink and light snacks and after spending about 1/2hr over snacks and small talk he left. He did not get another view of Mrs Kapoor.

In the evening he decided to go out for a walk. He went in the direction of Sheetal’s house. After walking in a park close to her house for about 20 mins, he saw Mrs Kapoor. This time she was very decently attired. She looked hot and beautiful but not glam doll she looked earlier.

The exams started from 1 March (normal time for boards). The date sheet was such that the Hindi exam was at last and festival of holi was preceding it by 3 days. There was a long gap (6 days) between the Hindi exam and the Social Studies before it.

On the Holi day, children could not hold themselves back and after the experience of last year (with Sanju) he was looking forward to the festival day even more. Some of his classmates had come to his place to play holi and they then took him to some other friend’s place. He could not play Holi with the Hot Sadaf and Tina also. His sister was enjoying the break at home and played with them. Every cloud has a silver lining. As his sister was there, he could not have been much adventurous with the hotties.

After playing holi with his friends, they all decided to go home. On his way back, he decided to pay a visit to Kapoors. He actually wanted to meet Mrs Kapoor that day. Usually by 1-1.30pm, holi ends. So by the time he reached her house, it was only Sheetal and her mother who were at home. Mr Kapoor had joined neighbours in a gathering organized by the local welfare association.

He heard the sound coming from upstairs and went to the terrace. Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and her younger cousin were having fun. Her cousin was about 10yrs old and was trying to apply colour on his aunty’s face but the height differential was making it difficult for him. Sheetal was wearing a simple white T-Shirt and an old jeans and Mrs Kapoor was in a light coloured nylon saree with a matching blouse. There was nothing special about her attire. The blouse was sleeveless and was showing her milky white arms and shoulders, though they were covered by a bit of colour, but nothing else. The back and front of the blouse were pretty much ok.

The youngster trying to colour his aunt was finding it difficult, Mrs Kapoor was playing with him. She would bend just enough to entice him and then when the kid would come close she would stand tall. After two three tries the kid got frustrated and looked at Sheetal for help. Sheetal laughed it off. It was Vicky’s turn now. The kid looked at him with most expectant eyes for help. Vicky could not say no to him. At first it was help to the kid, which in one flash of lightening became an opportunity to come close to the sexy Mrs Kapoor. He non-chalantly moved close to Mrs Kapoor and signaled the kid to keep quiet and look uninterested. Mrs Kapoor was off guard and seizing the moment he went and stood behind her. God what a back – what an ass!!! He wanted to feel it any which way. This time he winked at the kid, the kid tried his luck again albeit with a new found enthusiasm of knowledge of some help. As expected, Mrs Kapoor bent down to tease him but before she could straighten a strong grip from back on her shoulders prevented her from straightening and before she could realize the kid had coloured his aunty’s face with red gulal. He had accomplished his mission and was shouting Holi Hai !! Holi Hai!! Sheetal was also laughing and Vicky was also enjoying himself. He was holding Mrs Kapoor’s arms from back and his crotch was in contact with her divine ass. Mrs Kapoor was also laughing at the situation and tried to get away by saying – ho gaya na (you have done what you wanted) – to the kid. But Vicky was not letting the opportunity to pass by so easy. He asked the kid to go in for one more round. The kid was more than ready to oblige. As Mrs Kapoor tried to wriggle out of the situation, her ass came in with more direct contact with his crotch. The sleeping python was beginning to wake up. But before things could go further, he heard the sound of Mr Kapoor coming back. Like a very decent boy, he moved back and applied colour on faces of Mrs Kapoor, very gently and on Sheetal, not so gently. Met Mr Kapoor, applied colour on his face as well and proceeded to his place. Since he had seen her in the Hotel, Mrs Kapoor had cast a magical spell on him.


As the Hindi exam answer sheet was handed over to the examiner, Vicky felt a weight off his shoulders and came out of the exam hall and sat in the lawn of the school compound. At the stroke of the final bell, children came out and all of them were just jumping with joy and hugging each other.

The exams got over, children got into the mode of enjoying, playing etc. The exam results would come out only by first week of June and the schools would only open mid-July, so for the children it was a long-long-long holiday. In those good old days, few schools conducted advanced classes for 11th standard, hence there were no speed-breakers ahead.

The cricket matches resumed and so did his rivalry with ‘Dahiya.’ On one occasion he had managed get a ball hit him at his soft spot. Nothing could have been done as there was no malice – atleast no one could claim. The walk on terrace with Sadaf had become more regular. One day he talked to Sadaf on reasons for not attending his birthday party. Sadaf told him that it was nothing much.

He said “must have been otherwise you would have joined – share with me if you can.”

She started crying and after a while when she calmed down, Sadaf swore him to secrecy and told him how Dahiya was pressurizing her to make love to him and how he had misbehaved with her father when he found Sadaf with him and had scolded Dahiya. She was actually fed up of this Dahiya mess. With Sadaf in 12th std, she felt that this Dahiya business has created a lot of problem for her in family. Vicky told her to relax and placed his arm across her shoulder to comfort her. She did not react and place her head on his shoulders. She felt secure in his strong arms.

A few days from the talk on Dahiya, Sadaf and her father were going somewhere. They crossed paths with Dahiya and his friends. There were a few heated exchanges between her father and Dahiya with him threatening Mr Khan with dire consequences. Vicky was close to that spot and on hearing the commotion turned towards them. Dahiya recognized him and told him to stay out of it. Vicky told him that he should leave Sadaf and get lost. On hearing this Dahiya said “Tu jaanta hai na main kaun hoon (you know who I am)”

Vicky replied “Saale ek hi baap ka hai toh akele aa phir dekh tera kya haal karta hoon (come for a fight alone if you are not a bastard)”

This was perhaps too much for Dahiya’s pride and he ordered his friends to stay away from this. He tried to raise the stakes and said “What if I beat you” Vicky replied “Sadaf is all yours and his father would not fight with you”

Vicky said “but if you loose, you would dare not enter this colony or disturb Sadaf, her family in any manner possible.” Dahiya agreed. This was exactly what he wanted. Sadaf looked at him with a quizzical look of who the hell was Vicky to decide on her fate. The calm look on Vicky’s face made Sadaf believe in him and she held her father’s hand.

Now the two youngster’s started the fight. Both were muscular, strong and bull-headed and in heat. Both knew, Sadaf was for taking for the winner. It was like two lions fighting over mating rights with a lioness. The stakes were really hot & high – I mean it.

Thanks to his observation, he knew that Dahiya was low on stamina, this he had noticed in the matches where Dahiya used to lose breath pretty soon. Dahiya tried to kick and punch his way out of the fight but Vicky braved everything. And on one occasion he landed a good punch on his face. Dahiya could see the stars in broad daylight. Vicky packed a very heavy punch. He realized that Dahiya could hit but could not take it. With this knowledge he changed the game plan, he allowed Dahiya to come close to hit him, but when he would hit Vicky, he would return the compliment in full either with hands or legs. A couple of good hits had ensured that Dahiya was panting for breath. Seizing the opportunity, Vicky hurled a series of punches on him and added a couple of kicks for good measure. This had him seriously disoriented. The turn of events was unexpected for Dahiya and in a flash he was on ground with his face buried in the soil. Vicky pinned him down with one knee on his back and twisted his arm. With the other hand, he pushed his face further down and shouted angrily “Dubaara aayega kabhi yahan (will u come again here?)”

Dahiya shook his head. Such was his anger that Dahiya’s friends dare not come close to him. He shouted at him again and said “Zor se bol (speak loudly)”

Dahiya said “Nahin Aaoonga (will not come)”

With this, he let him go. Even in such a furious situation, he did not let go of his cool. He did beat him but did not humiliate him beyond a point. Such was his supremacy in the duel that he could have kicked him anywhere, anytime or spit on him or pressed his face with his foot. But he did not do any of this. The moment he heard Dahiya saying that he will vanish, he let him go. He sat there and looked at Mr Khan. Mr Khan had a very thankful look on his face and he came close to Vicky to have a good look at him. There were a couple of marks of blows on his face. Much less than the marks he had left on Dahiya’s body and definitely much less deeper the mark he had left in Sadaf’s heart.

Mr Khan said “Beta kya zaroorat thee (What was the need for this)”

“Zaroorat thee uncle – yeh kutte laat jaldi samajhte hain (There was the need – these mongrels understand language of kicks faster)” replied Vicky.

Sadaf came close to him and placed her hand on his shoulder and said “Thanks” he replied “you are welcome” and smiled. The smile was reciprocated and he knew that he had touched the right string of her heart.

With this, Mr Khan pulled him and with an arm around his shoulders proceeded to their residence. At home, Mr Khan thanked Vicky’s father and his family. His father was concerned about the reputation of boys from Munirka. Though he supported Vicky’s act fully but he had a genuine concern. On further questioning, Vicky told him more about Dahiya and then he could zero in on the boy. He was son of one “Masterji” in Munirka village. He knew him well and Masterji also respected Vicky’s father a lot. In one more way, his father’s goodwill and reputation had helped him. Now his father was a bit easy that knowing Masterji, he knew he could control things before they got out of hand. Fortunately, there was never a need to pull that lever.

Dahiya was out of her life for good measure. Both avoided playing against each other. Soon he learnt that Dahiya had found a new doll, who was ready to dance to his tunes. This assured him that Dahiya chapter was closed for good.

There was a new found admiration for Vicky in Khans. Mrs Khan, Tina and Sadaf joined Mr Khan in thanking them. They invited them to a sumptuous dinner. Khans felt secure in the knowledge of having such a good family as neighbours. They were worried about their daughter’s safety, but a good neighbour is worth its weight in gold. And they definitely were. Vicky had suddenly become the cynosure of Khan ladies. Vicky had an eye on all three but he wanted to see what happens next. He did not want to lose them with one wrong step. All the three had unique charm but for him the most coveted one was Mrs Khan but he knew it was most dangerous as well. Of the two daughters he found Sadaf more attractive. Her silky smooth dusky look and voluptuous body and shiny hair was a turn on for him. With Dahiya episode ending in his favour he was looking forward to the rewards.

Sadaf had progressed to 12th standard and was to face the 2nd round of dreaded board exams. Vicky used to be at home all day, so his friends. As summers start setting in Delhi in April, hence they used to get together to play early morning and in evening. During the afternoon he would be home watching t.v or sleeping. Tina and Sadaf would come together from school. The staircase had a common door at the entrance at ground level for the two flats. So if the door is bolted from inside and the two doors of terraces are also bolted from inside, then the two quarters are pretty much safe from any theft, burglary, salesman visit etc. So when they would press the bell installed at the entrance, Vicky would come down to open the door and welcome them. The two pretty lasses would brighten up his otherwise boring afternoon. Mrs Khan was also a working woman so it would be Vicky and the two beauties for the better part of the afternoon together. The terrace walks at night were still on.

This incidence happened 3-4 days after Dahiya episode and it was second week of April. Sadaf and he were talking and walking on the terrace, no hand holding nothing but walking together. There was nothing special but general small talk.

Then as it was bound to happen, she turned to him and hugged him. He also embraced her encircling the voluptuous beauty in his arms. Her milk jugs crashed against his chest and her head rested on his shoulder. His arms across her back were holding her, tight enough to be near her and lose enough to not look possessive. He felt the silkiness of her hair with one hand. After being in such embrace, she moved back and said thanks once again. Vicky replied “Your wish is my command, my lady” and bowed as a knight would, this made her laugh. She was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of pyjamas. The twin peaks were looking more protruding owing to the slightly tight t-shirt. The t-shirt may have been a couple years old, atleast.

After that, they both sat on the entrance of terrace and she started talking about how Dahiya used to ill-treat her and after his altercation with her father, how she was afraid of him. She asked him why did he bet her in the duel. Vicky explained of how he had noticed Dahiya was low on Stamina and also he had a fair idea of his strength and only after calculation he had deduced that he could beat him 9 times out of 10. He said that by raising the stakes he had made him commit and he knew that this was their chance. He said he would have never offered her as a prize as he never saw girls as property. He would not have done even if she was his wife, let alone a neighbour. Vicky said that he was actually looking to pick a fight with Dahiya and his plan was to be seen with her after he beats him so that he gets the message and gets lost. It was sheer chance that he saw them the other day and took the plunge. Sadaf was convinced of what he said. He himself was not.

Both sat there talking. At one point of time Vicky was looking straight up into the sky and admiring the stars where as Sadaf had a look full of admiration for him and was looking at him. He saw her through the peripheral vision. The moment he turned his head towards her she started look up ahead and avoided eye contact, it was as if she was caught red handed at some shop.

He said “Chalen? (shall we move)”

She nodded in the affirmative but kept on looking straight. He gathered some courage and gave a small peck on her cheek and said “Good Night.” She did not expect this and was startled and was silent for 4-5 seconds and then looked at him and said good night.

A small milestone had been reached.

It was Sheetal’s birthday in 2nd half of April. Kapoors had organized a birthday get together in the evening. Vicky’s parents were also invited but they had to excuse themselves as they had to go to another relative’s. He was allowed to go to Sheetal’s birthday instead of relatives, thereby marking their presence at both the places. Vicky actually relished such an opportunity.

The birthday was on a Friday. The party was thrown on the same day. Kapoors had a big house with a big terrace. The party was on the terrace itself. It was a good gathering, mildly cool evening breeze had made the evening that much more pleasant. He did not buy any gift for her but bought a bouquet of flowers. At the anointed time he reached. There were only a few people there at that time. Most of them known to him. Mr Kapoor welcomed him in. He was smartly dressed. Next to meet him was Niti. She had grown up to be quite a beauty and true to her form was quite popular with boys at her college. She was about to finish her final year in college. Not only boys but a couple of young professors as well. A grown up girl, so sexy and so well endowed in all departments, was not fond of maintaining herself. A slight focus on herself could have made her look divine. The boobs had got bigger and the ass a bit fuller and rounder, may be due to some heavy duty pounding. She was wearing a top and long skirt and was looking good enough to eat. After his tryst with Sanju, Vicky was more attracted to grown-up girls. A new hairdo of curls was adding to the personality apart from the big bead necklace. The overall look mildly resembled that of a rebel but must say the rebel was very hot looking. Vicky had thought of how she would look nude, he had seen her partial nude but that was some time back.

The next female of Kapoor family he laid his eyes on was the Birthday Girl herself. Dressed in a beautiful black coloured one piece dress, she was looking so precious. The skirt was coming upto a couple of inches above her knee and the halter top concealed more than it revealed but kept everyone interested. He knew what she would want to have done to her but the gathering prevented it. The dress was just loose enough to not look vulgar and tight enough to accentuate the curves. The backless black dress was in perfect contrast to her ivory smooth complexion. He went upto her and presented a bouquet and hugged her. Due to the gathering around, this was the maximum he could do. Knowing that they were classmates, nobody minded the hug. (Those days hugs between people from opposite sexes were not very common). Then there were her other relatives & neighbours, beautiful people all around. Also present were some of his and her close friends from school and he could recognize a few who stayed close-by and were known to both them and Kapoors. And present there was Mr Gupta (remember from the two lane incident), his wife and young son.

After exchanging pleasantries with all concerned, Sheetal, Vicky and group of friends were standing in a corner talking about their holidays. Most of them were planning to go on a vacation out of town. Even his Sheetal was thinking on the same lines. Just then his eyes fell on a divine beauty. The lady was dressed to kill. If this was not heavenly then he was lost for words. The group of friends continued to talk but he could not take his eyes off her. He would nod his head in agreement etc just to show that he is with them but all the time the eyes had been zeroed in on the beauty. She was worth zeroing in and was Sheetal’s mother.

She was dressed in a black and red transparent chiffon saree with a matching red coloured blouse. The blouse, needless to say was sleeveless and was a halter with a string around her neck holding it and at the bottom the extra deep back blouse was held by a knot of two thin strips of cloth. Much like the designer blouses we see on tv. These days such blouses are common for parties but in those days it was nothing short of scandal. The creamy white smooth shining skin was looking radiant. Vicky guessed that she was not wearing a full petticoat but a short skirt or the saree was held at her waist with some string. As Mrs Kapoor crossed a light source placed on ground, shadow of two shapely legs was good enough indicator for him to decipher the same. The tightly wrapped saree was encasing the full beautiful round ass for everyone. The silky hair till mid back were open and a few strands flying across the face with the evening breeze were providing a pleasant sight. She was not thin but thanks to gym sessions in hotels had lost weight in bad areas and retained the sensuous voluptuousness in the good areas of body. Hence, she had the perfect figure. A fine specimen of healthy, hot, sexy, female. The poor blouse was trying to do its best to encase the twin beauties. The deep cleavage was for all to see who cared through the semi-transparent saree and the halter blouse meant that the saree could not be pinned to the shoulder which meant that the saree was in a perpetual state of freefall owing to the silky smooth shoulder of the divine beauty. She was having a hard time in holding her saree and the men / boys at the gathering were hard in their trousers.

Mr Gupta was the obvious lecher present. Mrs Gupta was a good lady, caring, average looking but nothing compared to Mrs Kapoor. Everyone knew that Mr Gupta was with her because of the money power of his in-laws and that she was a government official and Mr Gupta was an average paid private sector employee. He was just eyeing Mrs Kapoor and given an opportunity would have mounted her. Perhaps everyone would have.

As the gathering increased, it got distributed in small groups of 4-5 each. The family was attending to its guest. A couple of times Mrs Kapoor had asked the children group on what they would like to have. Vicky would have loved to say “You” but held it back.

The cake was cut – First pieces of the cake were given to her by family and then it was Vicky’s turn for giving the cake. He gave a big piece of cake and as they used to do in school smeared her face with the cake cream. She was caught off-guard and everyone laughed. Their other classmates also joined in the fun and smeared her face. Fortunately, the dress did not get spoiled. She moved to her house down to wash off the cream. Vicky followed her. When she about to wash off the cream with water, he stopped her and licked off the cream from her face. It was a very erotic sight. Lick by lick all cream was off her face. He licked her lips, cheeks, eyebrows, chin, nose, forehead. This was enough to get her on a high and stimulate her to higher level of eroticisms. As she was starting moaning, one call from upstairs brought her to senses and she washed off her face. She turned to him and asked for her birthday gift. He held her in embrace and cupped her beautiful ass cheeks and said, pleasure in this hole would be your gift. She chuckled and said I will wait for it and grabbed his crotch for a quick press.

Both returned together and the games started. It was music, food, games keeping everyone occupied, however, Vicky’s eyes was looking for something between Gupta and Mrs Kapoor. After about 10 minutes or so, when dinner was served, Mrs Kapoor silently moved towards the staircase leading to their home down. This was not unnatural, a very normal thing to do in the situation, but she stood in the door way and looked in the oblivion for a few seconds and then moved down. After say, 2-3 minutes Gupta also excused himself and went towards the staircase and after a quick look around for not being noticed proceed downstairs. He thought his movement had escaped everyone, but actually Vicky had seen the trace and pattern of both the movements downstairs. Now the third one to move down was Vicky himself. He excused himself of using the washroom and casually moved downstairs. Since he knew Kapoor’s house very well so he could use all the angles to good effect. The door was not properly bolted from inside – perhaps not to ignite any suspicion. Adjoining kitchen was a store (a pretty big sized) which was not visible apart from one particular point and the best part was that due to the party some furniture was rearranged so as to hide the vantage point of vision to the store. Hence, Vicky positioned himself in such a way that he could see the store. The door was open and he could see in. He could see two shadows and then the shadows moved towards the part which was in his clear sight. As expected it was Gupta and Mrs Kapoor.

She was standing with his back towards him and he had his hands on her bare shoulders. The pallu of the saree was in her hands (remember it was not pinned). He could hear them talking in the hush tones.

Gupta : “Just once Shalu” (Mrs Kapoor’s first name was Shalini)

She replied in negative “Koi aa jaayega” (someone would come)

Gupta : “Nobody is here – kaun aayega – sab uppar hain” (who will come – all others are upstairs) Cannot control – you are looking too hot.

She kept silent.

He started kissing the nape of her neck and shoulders with his right hand finding the route to her gorgeous right breast. She did not move. He pressed it very roughly which jolted her. She tried to wriggle away but to no awail.

Gupta : Ek bar dori khol do taaki main choos loon, aaj control nahin ho raha, ek baar to choos lene do – hamesha uppar se hee daba paya hoon (He wanted her to loosen the string holding the blouse behind her back so that he could suck them and that it would be first time as she did not proceeded further than fondling)

Perhaps the situation and the naughtiness of the whole act had made her more daring. She turned towards him, the pallu of the saree was still in her hand. Gupta made a move towards the beautiful deep cleavage and licked the entire length of cleavage with his tongue. Vicky did not expect such a sensuous move from Gupta. Just then Gupta started mauling her melons. She moved back and brought her other hand in front of her ample bossom to stop him and said “aise mat karo, blouse kharab ho gayega toh koi samajh lega. Ok main sirf ek minute ke liye string kholungi, moonh par kiss mat karma, makeup kharab ho jaayega aur bakiyon ko shaq ho jaayega” (don’t do this, if the blouse gets crumpled, someone would guess. Don’t kiss my face as make up will be smeared and someone will start snooping. I am opening the strings only for one minute)

This was music to both sets of ears (Gupta’s and Vicky’s). And then it happened. She had a quick look around and untied the string behind her back and let the blouse fall down. The base of the blouse was still intact hence the scene was that the two pieces of trying to cover two beautiful mountains had fallen down and were hanging below the base of the boobs. Gupta just sucked the boobs like there was no tomorrow and Vicky was left gaping at the beauty and audacity of the lady. They were much more than handful. Gupta’s hands were not able to cover them, infact one-third of them were visible. The creamy white soft skinned boobs had a very slight sag which added to the beauty but by and large they were very upright. The aerolas were of light golden brown in colour and nippies also came in same shade. With the erotic situation, the nippies had become tight and stiff and he thought a bit longer as well. He was sucking them like a child while she had her eyes closed and was enjoying the man. Gupta had in the meanwhile encircled her with her arms with his hands moving on to the other beautiful globes, the ass globes and pressed them over her saree.

He gave them one small bite which brought her back to senses and she disengaged leaving Gupta gaping for breath and boobs. Vicky had his dick rock hard during the process and he admired the divine beauty. This lady, he thought, was made to be fucked only. He pushed Gupta a bit away and asked him to go back unless someone would come and when he begged for more, she promised her more sometime later. With that promise Gupta turned back and left for terrace. The hottie moved to her bedroom, looked herself in the mirror, tided up her looks and went up. Vicky got up from his hideout, went to toilet, relieved himself and went upstairs pleased with two facts. One that Gupta had not madeout with her and secondly that she is there for the taking, if he pressed the right buttons.

He knew that the moves would have to be played quickly if he wanted the divine sex object. As the evening progressed and people started dwindling there was one occasion when he and Mrs Kapoor were standing in corner and he was helping her. Between the small talk that they were engaged in, he slipped in “Aunty aapko apne blouse aur make up ki bahut chinta raheti hai” (Aunty you are worried about your blouse and make up). This caused the bells to ring in her mind very loudly and a smile on his face. He said good night and moved to his friends group and after exchanging a few jokes started to leave and once turned back to see his diving beauty who in turn was locked onto him. Both pair of eyes met, one set startled and the other one triumphant. He judged that he had pressed the right buttons and a few more of those and he would have her sooner than later. But he would have to move quickly on this.

The next day, Saturday, Sheetal called him up and asked for the present. How shameless she had become - he thought and told her that she can come and collect it on Monday. She replied “won’t you deliver it.” He said “I had come for mine – you will have to come for yours.” Both laughed at it. Him being on vacation with nobody for a few hours in both the flats (his and Khans) meant there was a lot of privacy for them.

The next evening, he went to the market and happened to meet Sheetal there all alone. Both exchanged greetings and after doing the purchase, he took her to the nearby park and both of them sat there. He turned the topic to the party and she said how many gifts she had got etc., he replied “wait for mine – it will be best,” her response was “pata hai – bada hoga” (I know, it would be big) she referred to her dick. Making of a hot slut.

Deliberately he moved the course of discussions to her mother.

Vicky : “Teri mom mein bahut change aaya hai” (Your mom has changed a lot)

Sheetal : “I know”

Vicky : “Hotel ki naukri?” (hotel job?)

Sheetal : “Yes. Business Development mein attractive hona padhta hai” (you have to be attractive in business development)

Vicky : “Any other change?”
Sheetal : “She attends a lot of parties. Male friends zyada ho gaye hain (she has a lot more male friends now) Salary bhi bahut badh gayi hai (salary has increased a lot)

Vicky : “your dad?”

Sheetal : “Jabse dad job se business mein shift hue aur usmein loss hua – tabse he has started ignoring small things. Mummy ki salary se bahut help hoti hai (since dad moved to business from a job and lost money in business – he knows the mom’s salary is of a big help). He ignores these things.

Sheetal : He has seen her a few times in company of senior bosses but has learnt to accept the nature of business development job.

To Vicky it translated into - he turned a blind eye as long as his wife made money even if it meant screwing the whole office. This had put a lot in perspective but Gupta was still a mystery. How could that joker could get his hands on this beauty.

He enquired “Aunty ko hotel mein job kaise milee?” (how did she get the job in hotel?)

“Gupta uncle ki vajah se” (because of Gupta uncle).

Now the whole scene was clear. Gupta wanted his fees in kind, she having tasted success in hotel did not need him much but could not ignore him completely.

He gave her a quick kiss on lips when he thought nobody was seeing and came back home.

Post dinner he went to the terrace for the walk. Sadaf was also present. The usual talk started and she asked her about the birthday party etc. After talking for walking for about half an hour, they decided to move back to their homes. He took a step forward but she did not move. He looked at her, she said “you are forgetting something,” he did not understand, she pointed at her cheek, he smiled and gave a good night peck on her cheek and she also returned the same. Both smiled and now moved together. One more milestone reached.

It was Monday morning, his parents had gone to their offices, Khans had gone to theirs. Tina and Sadaf had left for their schools earlier so it had left Vicky all alone. He was impatiently waiting for Sheetal. He had to give the gift. At the stroke of 11am, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the staircase door. It was Sheetal, as expected. Conservatively dressed in a top and a full length skirt. They climbed the stairs and entered his flat. He closed the door behind him and stood there admiring her beautiful ass globes. She turned and said “kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you looking at), he replied “place of gift delivery.”

Sheetal had been to his house a few times, she knew the placement of the furniture etc and went straight to the fridge for water. He did not move, was intrigued by her movements. She was drinking water and letting a bit fall on her top. The top was more like a cotton t-shirt straining itself to the full to conceal the evergrowing boobs. He saw that the cotton t-shirt had revealed lack of any bra. The top was stuck onto the boobies and the wet nippies stuck out proudly. He said “neeche bhi khaali hai na” (you are not wearing any panty). She said “kaise delivery man ho, location bhi nahin jaante” (what sort of delivery man you are – don’t even know the location). He smiled and swore to himself that the girl is in for a big time fuck.

He went behind her held her with his arms crossing just under her boobs and brought his face down to kiss the nape and earlobes. This got her going, if there was ever a need to do this for getting her going. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest whilst his hands started the massage of the boobs. The movement of his crotch behind her got the ass globes into an harmonic motion. Vicky kept on kissing her, moved to her cheeks and with one hand turned her face towards him and pressed his lips on hers. The hand went back to their favoured place of boobs. The tongues found each other within no time and saliva tasting started. Very reluctantly one of the hands found its way down on top of her crotch area and pressed her pussy from top of her skirt. Gentle massage of boobs, pubic region and heavy duty smooching was getting too much for her also and she was getting weak in the knees. It was not the first time that he did this to her, but it always made her weak. She had small time flings with other boys as well (nobody went beyond kissing and boob pressing) but the effect he had on her was extraordinary.

He lifted her to the bedroom and placed her on the double bed. It was a sight with her legs towards him and hair covering parts of her face and the top crumbling up to expose the sexy navel. He just caught the bottom of the skirt and started pulling in down. The elastic band skirt started its journey south. The band of the skirt came down to reveal her naked pubic area (as he had guessed) and slowly it covered the journey from thighs to knees to shin and then feet and off it went. It was a very erotic sight with Sheetal with only her top covering her modesty. You can say, for solidarity, Vicky also removed his shorts and underwear. Even he was only in a t-shirt. He pulled her by her legs towards her and her mouth came close to his ever hard tool. As the reflex, perhaps, the mouth engulfed the top of the big cock and the tongue started the magic. The dick got harder and the top of the dick got bigger. But the mouth was still at work. He kept his hand behind her back and was also gyrating to a rhythm. As she was busy sucking, he pulled off her top and his also. Now both the kids were in birthday suites. She had also mastered the art of sucking, would have been a professional – he thought. After 10 minutes of sucking, she looked up, as if begging for her gift. He was nowhere near cumming, she used to continue for longer periods but this time round it was the anticipation which was ruling her mind.

He also got on the bed with her and spread her legs. The inviting pussy was there for him. As per his practice of some time, he went down licking it with his tongue doing the wonders to her. The hands found their natural resting pillows (her boobs) and kept on mauling them for good effect. The touches of the tongue to the pussy and the anticipation of the impending ass fuck was making her crazy, suddenly she tightened her leg grip around his head. This was an indication to him that she was about to cum. And came she did. This time the fountain of juices was let lose on him and he was all to eager to lap up the nectar. He then inserted his finger in her pussy and rotated them a bit. She was in throes of passion. He took the fingers drenched in her love juices out and saw them glistening. He again inserted them and further rotated them and took them out and this time headed straight for her ass hole. This was new to her and that made it clear that the time had come. One finger in startled her and she was now thinking of his big dick inside. She was both thrilled and worried of the prospect.

He turned her around and with one swift motion lifted her in such a manner that she was on her knees sitting upright. He positioned himself behind her such that he was also on his knees with his upright cock touching her hips. One hand went to the boobs and the other one to the pussy mound and he kept massaging the both interspersed with kisses on her face, nape, lips etc. When he was sure that she was sufficiently aroused, he motioned her to go down on all fours. This was the time they both were waiting for. It was like an athlete on his marks waiting for the bullet for the 100mtr dash. With his cock as hard as a iron rod, he proceeded towards the unchartered territory. He looked at the beautiful creamy white ass globes of Sheetal with a very small asshole and also could see the pussy lips. As he moved forward, the long rod touched the pussy lips. This made Sheetal turn her head back to him and say “yahan nahin – yahan” (not here but there) pointing to her asshole. He had a look at her hole, it was too small for the raging manhood, she would die he thought. At first he took one finger and inserted in, Sheetal felt it but did not show any pain. Next he inserted the other finger with great difficulty which made her writher in pain and said “nahin (no)” and when he took the fingers out, she again said “nahin,” first no was for pain and second one for pleasure sought. But he had a genuine problem at hand. They had about 1.5hours with them till Sadaf and Tina returned. Friction and oiling concept of physics came in handy for him. He fingered her pussy for ever flowing juices. Then he inserted two fingers in her hole. This time it was less painful for her. Now he started a simple motion of the fingers very slowly. She felt her asshole walls stretched but she enjoyed the pain. As she got used to the stretching he inserted the third finger which made her feel that the hole would tear apart. He did not move the fingers but let them be there. With the other hand the boob massage continued. The boob massage coupled with ass fingering was having the desired effect on her. She felt a feeling of exploding orgasms in her. After the fingers were for about two minutes he moved them gently. By now the inner walls had created space for them. She felt the pain but it was not the excruciating pain as earlier. Slowly he removed his fingers and picked up a Vaseline jar and put a few drops of the lotion on his dick and also a few drops in her hole and proceeded. The big knob of the dick was much bigger than the fingers, so he put extra lotion. As the knob reached the doorway to heaven he pushed it in very slowly, thanks to fingering earlier, the hole was primed for heavy duty penetration. As the knob went in, he stopped. Sheetal felt as if the eyes would come out of her sockets. She started breathing heavily, as he asked “rokun kya” (should I abort) she waived her hands indicating no. Come what may she wanted her pleasure – what a slut he thought.

It took her hole about 4-5 minutes to adjust the knob. He put more lotion on his dick and the other hand found the pussy juices and he massaged his dick with it. When he felt that the dick is sufficiently lubricated, he pushed it in very slowly. Centimeter by centimeter about half of his dick was in her. Which meant about 3.5-4 inches of it was still outside. For his age he had a big dick (about 8 inches long and pretty thick as well). Sheetal was feeling the dick inside and she felt it big. It was hurting but she was enduring the pain. Gradually he took it out by a couple of inches and pushed it in. It felt good. So slow motions started the pleasure for her and as the dick kept on going in she kept feeling the painful pleasure. It now reached a stage where his balls were hitting her. Gradual motions had picked up speed and had developed a rhythm.

It was a sight to behold. A nubile young beauty on her fours with ass cheeks pointing towards her lover, her hair swaying to the motion of humping and the eyes closed trying to savour the pleasure. The big boobies moving in all directions as if they had a mind of their own and ass moving up and down in order to maintain the rhythm. The dog like fucking was too good for both of them. She felt the juices flowing again in her and he at one time made it a bit rough by pulling her hair and increasing the momentum. She had come in her pussy but there was no stopping him. With one hand she ensured that the juices did not wet the bedsheet and massaged it on her thighs. He saw her and his hand reached her pussy mounds and he again inserted his fingers and took them out wet and spread the juice on her ass hole. The pitch had picked up, both were gyrating vigorously and then he exploded. He came in her and felt that he never came that much. Rope after rope the cum was shot in the tiny extended hole. She felt filled but what it did was his dick was rinsed in his own cum and small droplets formed a stream down her thigh. She could feel it and she placed her hand on her thigh and picked it up and sucked it in. What a slut he thought.

With so much lubrication, he started again. This time pain was less both for him and her and more pleasurable. She was more active participant this time as the focus was more on enjoyment rather than the pain she was facing. The swish-swish sound of the extra cum in her asshole meant that it was fully greased and well oiled. The effort required to let the monster dick go in was less than the first time. The asshole walls had well accommodated the tool. Vicky held her hair and pulled the head up. Slowly the momentum increased. The movement boobs swinging away to glory increased. Vicky mauled them with one hand with the other still holding her mane just in manner of controlling a horse’s movement. The passion was getting to him and her. Both had turned very aggressive in their love making. He was humping the piston with great gusto and she was also in the mood. The sound of moans had increased. The in out movements of the rock hard dick was giving her immense pleasure alongwith pain. The nubile bodies were enjoying their journey into hereto unchartered waters.

Vicky let go of her mane and moved the hand towards her pussy. A couple of digits had found their way inside the folds of pussy lips. The fingers were doing wonders for her. The circular motion of digits ensured that the sensitive skin was giving her extreme pleasures. The torment was unbearable for Sheetal. The mauling of her sensitive boobies which Vicky had mastered over last few years coupled with penetration in both the holes was becoming unbearable for her though the enjoyment and pleasure she was deriving out of it was unimaginable. Her face was a portrait for wanton lust. The eyes were closed, the lips were slightly open forming an “O” and the whole body was glistened with the sweat generated by some heavy duty movement. She was matching Vicky in his stroke making by moving her gorgeous full round ass up and down. She was a very willing and passionate partner in this teen love making.

She felt the now well known feeling of approaching the orgasm. The legs tightened the grip around his hand. Her body started to shake, all too well known to him. The pussy juices flooded and wetted his fingers. She had cum he had not. He continued the motion of piston and boob mauling. The fingers drenched in love juices had not eased the torment. She could not even feel the relief after an orgasm. The passionate sex was making her crazy. She was in such a state of ecstasy which no drug could achieve. After pounding for another 5-7 minutes, he felt the familiar feeling in his balls. He came in by the liters and so did she. It was the second time for her in this spell. She felt his cum in her already much filled hole.

He brought his dick out and spread the oozing cum from her hole on her ass and boobs. He inserted his fingers in her holes to extract all love juices and cum possible. The mixture of juices and cum was then spread on her body. He paid special attention while spreading it over her boobies and ass. To add to the sheen of love juices was the sweat. He thought that the combination was the best possible polish for human body. The lovers then lay on bed in each other’s arms and said “Happy Birthday Sheetal.”

She replied “It was the best birthday present she ever had.”

What a slut – he thought.

She tried to stand up but was feeling very sore in her asshole. It was painful when she tried to walk around. He suggested that she should join him on the bed and move only after some time when the body had adjusted itself. She agreed and joined him. He was spooning her, with his crotch on her ass globes and the hand making circles round her pussy area and the other hand finding its favourite resting place. She was feeling very secure and very peaceful in his arms.

Vicky wanted to know more about her mother.

He said “Tu aur Niti aunty pe gaye ho” (you and Niti – her sister – resemble your mother)

She said “Haan” (Yes)

He said “Wohi bade bade mumme and pyaari see ass” (same style – big boobs and lovely ass)
She said “Oye – u r talking about my mother’

“I cannot help it – she is damn hot. Teri Birthday party par sab unko dekh rahe they – tune notice nahin kiya?” (Everyone was eyeing her at your Birthday party – didn’t you notice that)

Sheetal lowered her voice and said “I did”

She turned her head towards her and he kissed on lips. Soon tongues found their partnership and the saliva exchanging session started. The hand on the boobs started its magic and so did the one making circles near her crotch.

He then disengaged leaving her gasping for breath and love.

He again moved to her mother “I did not like the way Gupta was looking at her”

She said “he is a lecher – he eyes mom and Niti”

“Ek baat toh kaheni padegi – your mom has become too hot - I don’t blame Gupta,” said he.
“Uncle kaise react karte hain (how does uncle react)” he deliberately wanted to revisit this topic.

“He is not so dominant”

“What about Niti”

“Woh azaad panchhi ban gayi hai – mummy kuchh nahin kahetin usse – usko bhi mom ke baare mein pata hai” (she is now a free bird – mom doesn’t say anything to her – she knows about mom)

“Ek baat poochoon, bura toh nahin manogi” (should I ask something, you may feel bad?) he asked

“Haan poocho, nahin maanongi – but continue the good work of hands” (you may ask – wont take it in a wrong way)

The hands started the usual pleasure technique. She felt the pleasure.

“Kabhi aunty ko kisi ke saath dekha hai?” (have you seen her with someone)

She kept quiet. He thought this is it – he has blown it away. Just as he was about to say sorry, she said “Haan” (yes)

She then elaborated that once she had gone to a hotel. It was an unscheduled visit. There she had seen her, surrounded by 3 men, it was supposed to be business development meet. The meeting was successful. Each one shook her hand gave a quick peck on her cheek. Then one of them had proceeded to the reception and had asked for a room. Meanwhile her mother asked them to sign the papers. Once done, she put the papers in her purse. After a shortwhile, the one who had gone to get the room signaled success and the four of them moved towards the lift. The men had taken the liberty to give a quick squeeze on her ass globes and boobies while entering the lift.

After that she had come out of hotel with a sickening feeling in her stomach. She had tried broaching the subject to her father but stopped once he said that his wife’s additional salary and incentives were of great help to the house.

He kept quiet but smiled.

She said “Tum chup ho gaye ho” (you have become silent)

He said “nothing to say”

He looked at the clock and almost shrieked. It was about time for Sadaf and Tina to come back from school and as per habit they may drop in for a quick chit chat. Over last few days (specially after Dahiya fight) three of them used to have lunch together.

He asked her to proceed and lied to her “Mummy may come – she was saying that she may take a half day today”

She understood his anxiety and started wearing clothes, but not before a 2-3 minutes kissing and boob & ass pressing session leaving her gasping for more.

She was moving very gingerly but finally managed to find her stride and said before leaving “Thanks again for the present.”