15-11-2018, 10:24 AM
Part - 4
I disengaged myself from her arms, and went and lay back on the other bed. I realized I had to shag off again, if I was to have any chance of getting some sleep. My cock was almost sore from the sustained hard-on. I was sweating, and so I took off my vest. I parted the lungi, and slowly started to stroke my cock, spreading the pre-cum which was oozing out liberally all over my cock. Just as I was beginning to increase the tempo of my stroking, I heard a shuffling noise, and suddenly Jigna was there standing next to my bed. She was still clutching the petticoat which I had taken off her torso, around her waist, as she gazed at my erect cock in the light of the streetlamps from outside the window. Without a word, she sat down by my side. "Jignesh bhai..." she whispered to me "I ... I..."she hesitated "I want to do for you the same thing that mummy did for pappa..." she blurted out.
I almost came there & then when I heard that. Fuck! Here was a sweet teenager, sitting next to me with her breasts bared for me, watching me stroke my hard 7-inch cock, and telling me that she wanted to suck me off!!! "Please, Jignesh bhai ... please let me do it for you... "she pleaded in a soft whisper. I felt lust surge through my body as I heard her. "Jigna..." I groaned as I pulled her towards me. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her savagely, my hard shaft pressing against her belly. When I released her, she sat up again, and looked at me lovingly, her soft hands caressing my chest. Slowly, hesitatingly, her hands slid down till they reached my rigid shaft, which was standing straight up. "Take it in your hand baby..." I encouraged her. Tentatively, she took my hard cock in her hand, staring intently at it, and slowly she began to stroke it up and down, just as she had seen her mother do for her father. "Do it a little harder, Jigna..." I whispered hoarsely.
She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my foreskin down completely, causing me pain. "Owww ... easy baby, easy..." I winced. "Not that hard Jigna ... a little gently" I told her. There was fear in her eyes now, as she took hold of me again and began to stroke. This time it was just right. "Am I doing it right, bhaiya?" she asked in a husky voice. "Yes baby, you are doing just right ... it feels really good" I breathed. As she got the hang of it, she began to stroke me faster, and I began to feel my balls filling up, and my cock getting ready to spurt. I didn't want it to end, so I caught her hand to make her to stop. "Sit on top of me Jigna..." I whispered urgently. She quickly climbed on top of me, and sat down on my waist with her knees on either side of my belly.
I gazed up at her, as the light from with windows fell on her body. She looked so desirable sitting there, her hair tied in a single pony, her petticoat pulled off her shoulders and bunched together at her waist, and looking at me intently with a mixture of love & lust in her eyes. My erect cock was pressing against her fleshy ass, and I could feel her still wet pussy & cunt hair rubbing against the lower part of my belly. I reached up and cupped her firm erect tits, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hips so that my cock rubbed against the crack of her sexy butt.
She threw her head back, and sighed as I did that. "Suck on me Jigna" I whispered hoarsely. She quickly got off me, and sat down next to me once again. Taking my turgid cock in her hand again, she bent down quickly, and paused to look at my cock again, staring at it with a mixture of fear & lust in her eyes. I could now feel her hot breath on my cock, which was jerking spasmodically. She licked her lips involuntarily. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes and opening her mouth, took the swollen head of my cock in the mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned with pleasure, as I felt her hot mouth envelop the head of my cock.
She held it in her mouth for a moment, adjusting the feel & taste of a man's cock in her mouth. I was praying she wouldn't gag. Then I felt her tentatively move her tongue and run it on the head of my cock. I clutched at her hair and held her head in place, resisting the urge to ram her head down on my cock. Gently she began a sucking motion, like how she would suck on a lollipop. Holding her by her head, I began to gently push her head up and down on my cock, taking care not to push it too deep into her throat. The sight of this sexy teenage college-girl, with her mouth stretched and lips forming an 'O", was a sight to behold.
Gradually she got the hang of it, and began to bob her head up and down, and sucking on my cock at the same time. I held on to her head by her hair, and guided her mouth moving on my cock. She was still clutching the base of my cock hard as she was sucking me. "Jigna..." I whispered. "Umm..." she responded, unable to speak with my thick cock in her mouth. "Jigna, take your hands off me, and open your eyes and look at me as you suck on me..." I breathed heavily. She let go off the hand clutching my cock, and opening her eyes, tilted her head upwards, so that she was looking at me as my cock moved in & out of her mouth. The sight of her innocent face sucking on my cock was the last straw for me, and I felt my balls begin to tighten, readying them to send my semen shooting out through my cock.
"Jigna ... I am going to cum baby..." I whispered huskily, as I clutched at her hair harder. "Umm..."she moaned back. I desperately wanted to discharge my cum in this sexy college-girl's mouth, but resisted the temptation. I pulled her head off my cock. She looked at me in fear, and said in a small voice "What happened bhaiya ... did I do something wrong?" she asked in a small voice. "No baby" I replied "I am going to ejaculate now ... and I don't want it to happen in your mouth..." "But why Jignesh bhai ... I thought you will like that..." she asked innocently. I smiled and replied "Yes baby, I would love to do that ... but not this time ... I want us to go slow ... maybe next time we will do that OK?" I assured her. She brightened upon hearing that. "Now just do what you were doing with your hands Jigna ... make me cum" I whispered to her urgently. She nodded quickly, and started stroking me again. My cock had become huge now with the blood gorged veins sticking out, and she watched in rapt attention as she stroked me.
There was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched my cock, while stroking it faster. I felt my body begin to convulse, and as I felt my semen begin to boil, I grunted "Jignaaa..." and grabbed her naked breast in my hand. My hips jerked, as my cock erupted and my cum shot out of the slit. The first spurt hit her chin, and dripped down on to her neck & breasts. Afraid that I may scare her off, I quickly grabbed her hand which was still clutching my cock, and directed my convulsing cock towards by belly, so that the subsequent spurts landed on my belly. She watched in rap attention with her mouth slightly open, and my cum dribbled off her hands on to my belly. "Oh dear" I exhaled in relief as my orgasm finally subsided. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately on her lips, and whispered "You were wonderful baby..." "Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you..." she whispered back "I am so happy to know that I made you feel good..." I got her to bend forward and lie with her torso on mine, and her head resting on my chest. I could feel her nipples pressing against my belly where my cum hand landed, and I could also see the cum from her chin dripping on to my chest.
We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. After a while, I pushed her off me and got up. Taking my handkerchief which I had kept under the pillow, I wet it with the bottle of drinking water that had been kept near the bed. First I wiped my cum of her chin, breasts and belly with the wet cloth, and then proceeded to wipe it off my belly and chest as well. She just sat their quietly, watching me with affection as I cleaned her up. I then buttoned up her petticoat, and led her to her bed. As she lay down, I bent forward and kissed her on her lips once again. After tucking her in, as I was about to turn back, I felt her grab my hand. As I turned, she whispered "I love you, Jignesh bhai..." With a twinge of remorse, I replied "I love you too, baby..." With that she went back, even as I collapsed on my bed, and within no time was fast asleep
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The next morning, I woke up to someone shaking me vigorously and calling out "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, wake up..." As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of a fresh-faced Jigna sitting by my bed and smiling down upon me. She smelt of some fresh soap after her bath, and was dressed in her uniform, ready to go to college. I just smiled, as the memories of the previous night came back to me in a rush. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She responded with an eagerness that surprised me. She pulled away hastily as we heard Kalpana aunty call from the kitchen "Has Jignesh bhai woken up Jigna?" "Yes, mummy" she hollered back and quickly stood up from the bed.
Soon Kalpana aunty came into the room holding a tray with a cup of steaming hot tea for me. She looked at me fondly, as she placed the tray on the bedside table. "Did you sleep well, beta?" she asked with a smile. "Oh yes aunty, I had a great night" I replied with a smile, and saw Jigna smiling naughtily at me from behind her mother. She then said bye to both of us and rushed off to college. Jatin bhai had apparently left early in the morning to the bank, with the money I had given him yesterday.
Sipping my tea, as I looked at Kalpana aunty, who was making the other bed, my cock twitched as the vision of her sucking her husband's cock yesterday night, with her heavy breasts resting on his thighs, flashed before my eyes. "Aunty" I spoke up "I need your help to find me one or two domestic servants, who can clean the house, wash my clothes, and also utensils if there are any ... do you know anyone who will work?" I asked innocently. "Of course beta, I had wanted to suggest that to you myself for some time now. With you alone, you need some servants at home" she replied. "Since we don't have any servants in our house, I will speak to Sarla bhabhi, and ask her to tell the two girls who work there to come to your house also" she continued. I smiled inwardly as I heard that.
Sarla bhabhi, as all the neighborhood ladies called her, was a 36-year old housewife who lived in the house right next to mine. I had only one word to describe her. Cock-teasing bitch! They had a son who was a couple of years younger to me, and her husband worked in some local press, the work keeping him out of town most weeks in a month. She was alone at home these days, as her son had gone to his maama's (her brother) place for his summer vacations. And as for the two girls that Kalpana aunty mentioned, who worked at Sarla bhabhi's place, they were the very two girls, Pushpa and Rani; I had mentioned earlier, whom I used to spy on as they bathed in the washing area in the afternoons. "Now things are really beginning to fall in place" I thought with a grin to myself.
I left for my house soon after, and got round to finishing my morning work-out and ablutions. At around 11 in the morning, I heard the doorbell ring. I wondered who it was at this time of the day. It was too early for Kalpana aunty to come to deliver my lunch. I pulled on a sleeveless Jockey vest on my blue jeans, and opened the door. Jigna stood at the door, with a big smile on her face. "Jigna! What are you... "before I could finish, she rushed into the house past me, dragging another girl in with her by her hand. She quickly closed the door, and turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Jignesh bhai" she spoke quickly "but we bunked classes today and so I did not want anybody to see me coming here" she explained. "This is my classmate and best friend in college, Sejal" she said, pointing to the other girl whom she had brought along. "Hi Sejal" I said automatically, and extended my hand.
She seemed surprised, and after a moment of hesitation, extended her hand to me, as we exchanged a limp handshake. It was evident that both girls and cut classes to come here, as they were both dressed in their college uniform of a beige skirt and white shirt with a dark brown tie. As I asked them to sit down on the sofa in the living room, my eyes appraised the other girl; and what I saw did not disappoint me. Sejal was a plump girl, slightly shorter than Jigna, but not as dark. She was wheat complexioned, and her hair was tied back in a single pony tail. She had pleasant, round face, with chubby cheeks and thick lips. If Jigna's face was sexy, I could call Sejal's face cute. There was an innocent look to her face and mannerisms which was very alluring.
But what caught my attention was her body. If Jigna's body was well developed, Sejal's was definitely over developed, if not more. To be frank, I had never seen such a big pair of breasts on a 16 year old. The whole front portion of her white shirt, from the collar to the waist where it was tucked inside her shirt, seemed to be occupied by a pair of really big breasts. They were definitely not the perky firm breasts of a 16 year-old, but the full heavy breasts of a much older woman. They were well rounded and seemed very fleshy, in the confines of her college uniform shirt. And the fact that her collar was buttoned up on account of the tie around her neck, only served to accentuate the shape of her big racks. I estimated that she was at least a 34-C, if not a 36-C.
She was plump alright, with a well stacked butt, and nice fleshy calves. As she sat there demurely, with her hands on her knees, twiddling with the hem of her skirt, I was absent mindedly checking her out; I realized that Jigna was speaking to me. Coming out of my reverie, I apologized "Sorry Jigna, but my mind was elsewhere, and I did not hear what you were saying." She started talking "Jignesh bhai, today we gave the fees for the college picnic tour. Sejal is also coming. She is my best friend, so I thought I will introduce her to you. I was telling her how you helped me to go for this." She continued, "If I were not to go, Sejal was also planning to cancel her going. We are best friends ... so we are always together."
I nodded in understanding and said "I see..." But I still couldn't understand why she had got her friend to meet me. Not that I minded it. "What does this girl have in mind?" I wondered to myself. "So you see, Jignesh bhai, Sejal was very happy that I am able to come ... and she said she wanted to say thank you to you" continued Jigna. "Isn't that so, Sejal?" prompted Jigna, looking at Sejal. The girl was suddenly caught unawares, and I figured this was not part of their plan. She looked up, her eyes darting from me to Jigna, and replied in a small voice "Uh, um ... yes, thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you very much..." and her voice trailed of. She had a nice girlie voice, very thin. She went back to fidgeting with her skirt, and looking down at the floor.
As Jigna was speaking to me, I noticed that Sejal was glancing at me, but she would turn away quickly whenever I looked at her, and go back to pulling her skirt down to her knees. As she sat there with her knees pressed together, I felt a surge of desire for this ripe teenager course through me. I was aware that she kept glancing at my muscular arms, which were bare in the sleeveless Jockey vest that I was wearing. "But bhaiya, now Sejal is again saying she will not come" complained Jigna. "And why is that?" I asked. "You see bhaiya, Sejal and I were the only two girls who were planning to wear Punjabi dresses ... churidars or salwar-kameez" continued Jigna. "But today when I told her that you had bought me all those nice western clothes, and I was planning to wear jeans & t-shirts, she said that then she will be the only one wearing traditional clothes" explained Jigna with her eyes on Sejal.
Sejal looked at her tentatively, as if admonishing her for sharing all this with me, and then turned to look at me with something like guilt & shame in her eyes. "She feels that she does not look good in western clothes, so she does not have any" said Jigna. "She thinks that she is too fat", Jigna continued. "Tell me Jignesh bhai, do you think Sejal is fat?" Jigna asked me in a challenging tone. "Of course not" I responded emphatically "Who said that? Anyone who thinks that Sejal is fat is an idiot" I said with finality. Jigna brightened up instantly, and turning to Sejal, told her "See, I told you. You never believe me. Now do you believe it ... Jignesh bhai himself is saying that."
Poor Sejal squirmed uncomfortably in her place. "Please tell her to come no bhaiya. She is not listening to me. If you tell her, she will listen" pleaded Jigna with me. I stood up from where I was sitting opposite them, and went and sat down next to Sejal. She looked at me with hesitation as I sat next to her. The poor girl was distinctly uncomfortable already, and I didn't want to make it any worse for her, so I sat at a respectable distance. "Now listen to me, Sejal" I spoke in a soothing voice "You are Jigna's friend, so I will speak honestly with you. In my opinion, you are a very beautiful girl. I don't have any reason to lie to you." I continued. "Yes, you are not slim like some other girls, but you are not fat either. You are NOT fat, OK?" I said with finality.
She looked at me with that doleful expression in her eyes, and nodded her head. I decided to make my first move then. Placing my hands on her knees, I continued in a calm voice "And to tell you the truth, you have a very good figure. You are plump, but you have a curvy body. And so I think you will look very good in western outfits." As soon as my hands touched her knees, she had stiffened visibly. I could feel her fleshy knees through the fabric of her skirt. Leaning towards her, and looking into her eyes, I put my arms on her shoulder, and asked "Do you believe me, Sejal". "Ye ... Yes, bhaiya" she stammered, her eyes fluttering, and glancing at Jigna, and then me shyly.
As my hands rested on her shoulder, I could see through her white shirt that she was wearing the same kind of white petticoat under her uniform. The only difference was that unlike Jigna, I could feel the shoulder strap of a bra beneath her petticoat. Of course, with the kind of tits she had, she had to wear a bra. "Now that's like a good girl" I said with a smile, patting her knee. She smiled back weakly at me. "So now will you promise me that you will also go for the tour?" I asked her with a smile. She hesitated, and then stuttered "But ... but, I don't ... I don't have any western clothes, bhaiya" Before I could say anything, Jigna jumped in and said "See bhaiya, now she is giving another excuse for not coming. I told her..." Jigna hesitated for a moment "I told her that Jignesh bhai will buy the clothes for you ... won't you, Jignesh bhai?" she chimed in a sweet pleading voice.
"Ahh, so that's what this is all about" I thought to myself "This little bitch wants to me to buy clothes for her friend also" I inwardly smiled to myself. "Of course ... is that something to even ask?" I shot back instantly. Turning to Sejal, I said "See, now you are my friend also ... and so I have a right to do that. Don't I?" I asked her with a flattering smile on my face. The poor girl was probably overwhelmed, and didn't no what to say. She turned towards Jigna with a pleading look in her eyes "But ... but, Jigna..." she stammered. "But, what?" I asked her in a firm voice. "No ... noth ... nothing" she responded haltingly immediately. "So that's settled then" I said, standing up. "Let me get your girls something to drink" I said, moving towards the kitchen. As I was taking out a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge, and grabbing my hand, pulled me to a corner of the kitchen which was not visible from the living room. She flung her arms around me, and pressing her hot body to mine, kissed me on my lips passionately. "Oh thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you so much" she whispered in my ears. "Anything for you, sweetie" I replied with a smile, squeezing her sexy ass cheeks with a smile.
She responded by lifting one leg and wrapping at around my thighs, and pressing her belly my crotch, causing my cock to stir. I pushed her away with a smile and said, "You girls better leave now, because your mother will be here now any moment with my lunch." As I handed over the cans of Coke to the girls, I told her that I'd come by to their college and pick them up at 3:00. Jigna said she would not be able to come, as she had bunked the same class yesterday also. I was more than happy to hear that as that would mean I would have Sejal all by myself. As the two girls left waving their byes to me, I could not help but laugh inwardly at the good fortune that kept coming my way.
Within about 15 minutes of the two kids leaving, Kalpana aunty came by with my tiffin. Today, she excused herself, and said she had to deliver lunch to a couple of other places, and therefore had to leave quickly. However, before leaving she told me that she had spoken to our neighbor Sarla bhabhi regarding the maid servants, and that she would be speaking to me to arrange that. I waved my bye to Kalpana aunty, as she left, her big butt swaying as she walked away. I finished my lunch, and was relaxing on the couch when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door to see my sexy neighbor Sarla bhabhi standing at the door, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face. "Uh-oh" I thought to myself, as I greeted her with a big smile.
Sarla bhabhi was by far the sexiest aunty among the married housewives I lusted for in the colony. At 36, she was almost 6 years younger than Kalpana aunty. Everything about her was flirtatious. The way she wore her sari, the way she walked, the way she talked, to the way she smiled mischievously. While talking to her, one could not help but get the feeling that her eyes conveyed more that her words. To start with, she was incredibly fair, with smooth milky white skin. Her wavy hair was cut shorter than most traditional women, and she tied that in a small pony tail at the back of her head. Her hair also had a liberal tint of golden brown, as she applied mehendi on them. Her face was round and a bit plump, with high cheek bones, and sensuous lips. I had often fantasized about how it would feel to hold her face and shove my cock into that talkative mouth, her luscious lips stretched around my thick cock. She wore a yellow chiffon sari, with white floral print, and white blouse.
She had a moderately plump body, not overweight. Her breasts were average sized, and at 34-C, they were just right for the size of her body. But she too had wide hips, and a fleshy round butt. The way she always wore her sari, well below her navel, accentuated her well rounded belly. That slight fat on her belly & sides only served to make her look sexier to me. Without bothering to return my greeting, she bustled on the house, and closed the door behind her. She turned to me with an indignant look on her face "So now that you have become a big man, you don't even have time to talk to your Sarla aunty, is it?" she asked sternly. "Aunty..." I began to protest, but she cut me off and said "Don't talk to me. I am very angry with you" she said with a hurt look on her face, and turned away from me in a huff.
I smiled to myself and thought "Sali ke nakhre to dekho". (Look at her attitude). She could put a 16-year old to shame with her nakhras (attitude). "Arre aunty, why are you saying that?" I asked in a sufficiently contrite voice. She turned towards me, and spoke "It's been almost a month since your parents left, and have you even once come to meet Sarla aunty?" she asked with irritation. "We live right next to each other, and you don't even have time to come and say hello to me" she complained. Standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips, the pallu of her sari tucked into her waist, and a sexy pout on her lips, she looked incredibly sexy to me. "Haan, ab Kalpana jo tumhara itna khyal rakh rahi hai to tumko hamari yaad kyun aayegi ... kyun, Jignesh bhai?"(Now Kalpana is keeping care of you so why would you think of me Jignesh bahi.) she asked me in a mocking tone, and yet in that teasing, taunting tone of hers. "And today, when you needed a maid servant, you had to speak to Kalpana, but you could not come and talk to me" she muttered again with that fake hurt look on her face, her lips pouting even more.
I smiled at her with all my charm, and said in a placating tone "Oh aunty, please don't say that ... you know you are my favorite aunty ... how can I ever forget you." She just huffed and turned her face sideways. "Just that I was so busy these days aunty, and since Uncle was also at home most of the time, I thought I should not disturb you" I cajoled her. "Maskha mat lagaao mujhe..." she retorted in that same mock hurt tone. "You know that Uncle comes here for one week every month, but he left last week itself; and since then I have been alone" she continued.
Her husband worked in a cloth mill in a nearby city, and stayed there. He usually came home for one week in a month to spend time with his family. "And you also know that Tushar has also gone to my brother's place for his vacation" she continued to crib. Tushar was her teenaged son. "Tumhe pata hai kitni baar main tumhare ghar pe aayi ... tumhara haal poochne ke liye. Maine socha bechara Jignesh beta akela hai ... pata nahi kaise sab sambhal raha hogo. Lekin tum to kabhi ghar par milte hi nahi ho" (Do you know how many times I came to your house to ask about your health. I thought that you were alone so you must have trouble managing everything but you are never at your home) she said, as she plonked herself down on the sofa. I took the chance, and sat down next to her. I took her hands in mine, and said in my most sweet tone "Oh aunty, please don't be angry with me. I will feel very hurt if you are angry with me. I promise you I will come to meet you everyday now. Really, I promise..." I cajoled her, as I squeezed her hand. She just made a face, and turned away from me. "Fuck man, this bitch really knows how to cock tease" I thought to myself.
Taking a deep breath, I got off the sofa, and knelt on the floor on my knees, in front of her. Placing my hands on her thighs, I apologized once again, "Oh aunty, please ... sorry ... please mujhe maaf kar do.(Please accept my apology)" She turned towards me with a half smile on her face, and pouting again, said "Chal hat, aunty ko maskha mat laga..."(Don't charm your aunt) and she broke into a smile. With that she reached out and patted my cheeks, and ruffled my hair. I took my chance again, and taking her hand in mine, kissed it quickly, saying "Oh thank you Sarla aunty ... thank you so much." She blushed when I did that, something that she was quite adept at doing to melt any man, and said to me fondly with a naughty smile "Badmash ... your really know how to flatter a woman." "How can I ever upset such a beautiful and sexy lady like you, aunty" I replied with all my charm. She blushed once again, her cheeks turning red, and slapped me on my hand, saying "Dhat ... jhootha kahinka". (Liar ) Leaning forward, and reaching out, she pulled my cheek.
To Be Continued ....
I disengaged myself from her arms, and went and lay back on the other bed. I realized I had to shag off again, if I was to have any chance of getting some sleep. My cock was almost sore from the sustained hard-on. I was sweating, and so I took off my vest. I parted the lungi, and slowly started to stroke my cock, spreading the pre-cum which was oozing out liberally all over my cock. Just as I was beginning to increase the tempo of my stroking, I heard a shuffling noise, and suddenly Jigna was there standing next to my bed. She was still clutching the petticoat which I had taken off her torso, around her waist, as she gazed at my erect cock in the light of the streetlamps from outside the window. Without a word, she sat down by my side. "Jignesh bhai..." she whispered to me "I ... I..."she hesitated "I want to do for you the same thing that mummy did for pappa..." she blurted out.
I almost came there & then when I heard that. Fuck! Here was a sweet teenager, sitting next to me with her breasts bared for me, watching me stroke my hard 7-inch cock, and telling me that she wanted to suck me off!!! "Please, Jignesh bhai ... please let me do it for you... "she pleaded in a soft whisper. I felt lust surge through my body as I heard her. "Jigna..." I groaned as I pulled her towards me. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her savagely, my hard shaft pressing against her belly. When I released her, she sat up again, and looked at me lovingly, her soft hands caressing my chest. Slowly, hesitatingly, her hands slid down till they reached my rigid shaft, which was standing straight up. "Take it in your hand baby..." I encouraged her. Tentatively, she took my hard cock in her hand, staring intently at it, and slowly she began to stroke it up and down, just as she had seen her mother do for her father. "Do it a little harder, Jigna..." I whispered hoarsely.
She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my foreskin down completely, causing me pain. "Owww ... easy baby, easy..." I winced. "Not that hard Jigna ... a little gently" I told her. There was fear in her eyes now, as she took hold of me again and began to stroke. This time it was just right. "Am I doing it right, bhaiya?" she asked in a husky voice. "Yes baby, you are doing just right ... it feels really good" I breathed. As she got the hang of it, she began to stroke me faster, and I began to feel my balls filling up, and my cock getting ready to spurt. I didn't want it to end, so I caught her hand to make her to stop. "Sit on top of me Jigna..." I whispered urgently. She quickly climbed on top of me, and sat down on my waist with her knees on either side of my belly.
I gazed up at her, as the light from with windows fell on her body. She looked so desirable sitting there, her hair tied in a single pony, her petticoat pulled off her shoulders and bunched together at her waist, and looking at me intently with a mixture of love & lust in her eyes. My erect cock was pressing against her fleshy ass, and I could feel her still wet pussy & cunt hair rubbing against the lower part of my belly. I reached up and cupped her firm erect tits, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hips so that my cock rubbed against the crack of her sexy butt.
She threw her head back, and sighed as I did that. "Suck on me Jigna" I whispered hoarsely. She quickly got off me, and sat down next to me once again. Taking my turgid cock in her hand again, she bent down quickly, and paused to look at my cock again, staring at it with a mixture of fear & lust in her eyes. I could now feel her hot breath on my cock, which was jerking spasmodically. She licked her lips involuntarily. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes and opening her mouth, took the swollen head of my cock in the mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned with pleasure, as I felt her hot mouth envelop the head of my cock.
She held it in her mouth for a moment, adjusting the feel & taste of a man's cock in her mouth. I was praying she wouldn't gag. Then I felt her tentatively move her tongue and run it on the head of my cock. I clutched at her hair and held her head in place, resisting the urge to ram her head down on my cock. Gently she began a sucking motion, like how she would suck on a lollipop. Holding her by her head, I began to gently push her head up and down on my cock, taking care not to push it too deep into her throat. The sight of this sexy teenage college-girl, with her mouth stretched and lips forming an 'O", was a sight to behold.
Gradually she got the hang of it, and began to bob her head up and down, and sucking on my cock at the same time. I held on to her head by her hair, and guided her mouth moving on my cock. She was still clutching the base of my cock hard as she was sucking me. "Jigna..." I whispered. "Umm..." she responded, unable to speak with my thick cock in her mouth. "Jigna, take your hands off me, and open your eyes and look at me as you suck on me..." I breathed heavily. She let go off the hand clutching my cock, and opening her eyes, tilted her head upwards, so that she was looking at me as my cock moved in & out of her mouth. The sight of her innocent face sucking on my cock was the last straw for me, and I felt my balls begin to tighten, readying them to send my semen shooting out through my cock.
"Jigna ... I am going to cum baby..." I whispered huskily, as I clutched at her hair harder. "Umm..."she moaned back. I desperately wanted to discharge my cum in this sexy college-girl's mouth, but resisted the temptation. I pulled her head off my cock. She looked at me in fear, and said in a small voice "What happened bhaiya ... did I do something wrong?" she asked in a small voice. "No baby" I replied "I am going to ejaculate now ... and I don't want it to happen in your mouth..." "But why Jignesh bhai ... I thought you will like that..." she asked innocently. I smiled and replied "Yes baby, I would love to do that ... but not this time ... I want us to go slow ... maybe next time we will do that OK?" I assured her. She brightened upon hearing that. "Now just do what you were doing with your hands Jigna ... make me cum" I whispered to her urgently. She nodded quickly, and started stroking me again. My cock had become huge now with the blood gorged veins sticking out, and she watched in rapt attention as she stroked me.
There was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched my cock, while stroking it faster. I felt my body begin to convulse, and as I felt my semen begin to boil, I grunted "Jignaaa..." and grabbed her naked breast in my hand. My hips jerked, as my cock erupted and my cum shot out of the slit. The first spurt hit her chin, and dripped down on to her neck & breasts. Afraid that I may scare her off, I quickly grabbed her hand which was still clutching my cock, and directed my convulsing cock towards by belly, so that the subsequent spurts landed on my belly. She watched in rap attention with her mouth slightly open, and my cum dribbled off her hands on to my belly. "Oh dear" I exhaled in relief as my orgasm finally subsided. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately on her lips, and whispered "You were wonderful baby..." "Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you..." she whispered back "I am so happy to know that I made you feel good..." I got her to bend forward and lie with her torso on mine, and her head resting on my chest. I could feel her nipples pressing against my belly where my cum hand landed, and I could also see the cum from her chin dripping on to my chest.
We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. After a while, I pushed her off me and got up. Taking my handkerchief which I had kept under the pillow, I wet it with the bottle of drinking water that had been kept near the bed. First I wiped my cum of her chin, breasts and belly with the wet cloth, and then proceeded to wipe it off my belly and chest as well. She just sat their quietly, watching me with affection as I cleaned her up. I then buttoned up her petticoat, and led her to her bed. As she lay down, I bent forward and kissed her on her lips once again. After tucking her in, as I was about to turn back, I felt her grab my hand. As I turned, she whispered "I love you, Jignesh bhai..." With a twinge of remorse, I replied "I love you too, baby..." With that she went back, even as I collapsed on my bed, and within no time was fast asleep
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The next morning, I woke up to someone shaking me vigorously and calling out "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, wake up..." As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of a fresh-faced Jigna sitting by my bed and smiling down upon me. She smelt of some fresh soap after her bath, and was dressed in her uniform, ready to go to college. I just smiled, as the memories of the previous night came back to me in a rush. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She responded with an eagerness that surprised me. She pulled away hastily as we heard Kalpana aunty call from the kitchen "Has Jignesh bhai woken up Jigna?" "Yes, mummy" she hollered back and quickly stood up from the bed.
Soon Kalpana aunty came into the room holding a tray with a cup of steaming hot tea for me. She looked at me fondly, as she placed the tray on the bedside table. "Did you sleep well, beta?" she asked with a smile. "Oh yes aunty, I had a great night" I replied with a smile, and saw Jigna smiling naughtily at me from behind her mother. She then said bye to both of us and rushed off to college. Jatin bhai had apparently left early in the morning to the bank, with the money I had given him yesterday.
Sipping my tea, as I looked at Kalpana aunty, who was making the other bed, my cock twitched as the vision of her sucking her husband's cock yesterday night, with her heavy breasts resting on his thighs, flashed before my eyes. "Aunty" I spoke up "I need your help to find me one or two domestic servants, who can clean the house, wash my clothes, and also utensils if there are any ... do you know anyone who will work?" I asked innocently. "Of course beta, I had wanted to suggest that to you myself for some time now. With you alone, you need some servants at home" she replied. "Since we don't have any servants in our house, I will speak to Sarla bhabhi, and ask her to tell the two girls who work there to come to your house also" she continued. I smiled inwardly as I heard that.
Sarla bhabhi, as all the neighborhood ladies called her, was a 36-year old housewife who lived in the house right next to mine. I had only one word to describe her. Cock-teasing bitch! They had a son who was a couple of years younger to me, and her husband worked in some local press, the work keeping him out of town most weeks in a month. She was alone at home these days, as her son had gone to his maama's (her brother) place for his summer vacations. And as for the two girls that Kalpana aunty mentioned, who worked at Sarla bhabhi's place, they were the very two girls, Pushpa and Rani; I had mentioned earlier, whom I used to spy on as they bathed in the washing area in the afternoons. "Now things are really beginning to fall in place" I thought with a grin to myself.
I left for my house soon after, and got round to finishing my morning work-out and ablutions. At around 11 in the morning, I heard the doorbell ring. I wondered who it was at this time of the day. It was too early for Kalpana aunty to come to deliver my lunch. I pulled on a sleeveless Jockey vest on my blue jeans, and opened the door. Jigna stood at the door, with a big smile on her face. "Jigna! What are you... "before I could finish, she rushed into the house past me, dragging another girl in with her by her hand. She quickly closed the door, and turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Jignesh bhai" she spoke quickly "but we bunked classes today and so I did not want anybody to see me coming here" she explained. "This is my classmate and best friend in college, Sejal" she said, pointing to the other girl whom she had brought along. "Hi Sejal" I said automatically, and extended my hand.
She seemed surprised, and after a moment of hesitation, extended her hand to me, as we exchanged a limp handshake. It was evident that both girls and cut classes to come here, as they were both dressed in their college uniform of a beige skirt and white shirt with a dark brown tie. As I asked them to sit down on the sofa in the living room, my eyes appraised the other girl; and what I saw did not disappoint me. Sejal was a plump girl, slightly shorter than Jigna, but not as dark. She was wheat complexioned, and her hair was tied back in a single pony tail. She had pleasant, round face, with chubby cheeks and thick lips. If Jigna's face was sexy, I could call Sejal's face cute. There was an innocent look to her face and mannerisms which was very alluring.
But what caught my attention was her body. If Jigna's body was well developed, Sejal's was definitely over developed, if not more. To be frank, I had never seen such a big pair of breasts on a 16 year old. The whole front portion of her white shirt, from the collar to the waist where it was tucked inside her shirt, seemed to be occupied by a pair of really big breasts. They were definitely not the perky firm breasts of a 16 year-old, but the full heavy breasts of a much older woman. They were well rounded and seemed very fleshy, in the confines of her college uniform shirt. And the fact that her collar was buttoned up on account of the tie around her neck, only served to accentuate the shape of her big racks. I estimated that she was at least a 34-C, if not a 36-C.
She was plump alright, with a well stacked butt, and nice fleshy calves. As she sat there demurely, with her hands on her knees, twiddling with the hem of her skirt, I was absent mindedly checking her out; I realized that Jigna was speaking to me. Coming out of my reverie, I apologized "Sorry Jigna, but my mind was elsewhere, and I did not hear what you were saying." She started talking "Jignesh bhai, today we gave the fees for the college picnic tour. Sejal is also coming. She is my best friend, so I thought I will introduce her to you. I was telling her how you helped me to go for this." She continued, "If I were not to go, Sejal was also planning to cancel her going. We are best friends ... so we are always together."
I nodded in understanding and said "I see..." But I still couldn't understand why she had got her friend to meet me. Not that I minded it. "What does this girl have in mind?" I wondered to myself. "So you see, Jignesh bhai, Sejal was very happy that I am able to come ... and she said she wanted to say thank you to you" continued Jigna. "Isn't that so, Sejal?" prompted Jigna, looking at Sejal. The girl was suddenly caught unawares, and I figured this was not part of their plan. She looked up, her eyes darting from me to Jigna, and replied in a small voice "Uh, um ... yes, thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you very much..." and her voice trailed of. She had a nice girlie voice, very thin. She went back to fidgeting with her skirt, and looking down at the floor.
As Jigna was speaking to me, I noticed that Sejal was glancing at me, but she would turn away quickly whenever I looked at her, and go back to pulling her skirt down to her knees. As she sat there with her knees pressed together, I felt a surge of desire for this ripe teenager course through me. I was aware that she kept glancing at my muscular arms, which were bare in the sleeveless Jockey vest that I was wearing. "But bhaiya, now Sejal is again saying she will not come" complained Jigna. "And why is that?" I asked. "You see bhaiya, Sejal and I were the only two girls who were planning to wear Punjabi dresses ... churidars or salwar-kameez" continued Jigna. "But today when I told her that you had bought me all those nice western clothes, and I was planning to wear jeans & t-shirts, she said that then she will be the only one wearing traditional clothes" explained Jigna with her eyes on Sejal.
Sejal looked at her tentatively, as if admonishing her for sharing all this with me, and then turned to look at me with something like guilt & shame in her eyes. "She feels that she does not look good in western clothes, so she does not have any" said Jigna. "She thinks that she is too fat", Jigna continued. "Tell me Jignesh bhai, do you think Sejal is fat?" Jigna asked me in a challenging tone. "Of course not" I responded emphatically "Who said that? Anyone who thinks that Sejal is fat is an idiot" I said with finality. Jigna brightened up instantly, and turning to Sejal, told her "See, I told you. You never believe me. Now do you believe it ... Jignesh bhai himself is saying that."
Poor Sejal squirmed uncomfortably in her place. "Please tell her to come no bhaiya. She is not listening to me. If you tell her, she will listen" pleaded Jigna with me. I stood up from where I was sitting opposite them, and went and sat down next to Sejal. She looked at me with hesitation as I sat next to her. The poor girl was distinctly uncomfortable already, and I didn't want to make it any worse for her, so I sat at a respectable distance. "Now listen to me, Sejal" I spoke in a soothing voice "You are Jigna's friend, so I will speak honestly with you. In my opinion, you are a very beautiful girl. I don't have any reason to lie to you." I continued. "Yes, you are not slim like some other girls, but you are not fat either. You are NOT fat, OK?" I said with finality.
She looked at me with that doleful expression in her eyes, and nodded her head. I decided to make my first move then. Placing my hands on her knees, I continued in a calm voice "And to tell you the truth, you have a very good figure. You are plump, but you have a curvy body. And so I think you will look very good in western outfits." As soon as my hands touched her knees, she had stiffened visibly. I could feel her fleshy knees through the fabric of her skirt. Leaning towards her, and looking into her eyes, I put my arms on her shoulder, and asked "Do you believe me, Sejal". "Ye ... Yes, bhaiya" she stammered, her eyes fluttering, and glancing at Jigna, and then me shyly.
As my hands rested on her shoulder, I could see through her white shirt that she was wearing the same kind of white petticoat under her uniform. The only difference was that unlike Jigna, I could feel the shoulder strap of a bra beneath her petticoat. Of course, with the kind of tits she had, she had to wear a bra. "Now that's like a good girl" I said with a smile, patting her knee. She smiled back weakly at me. "So now will you promise me that you will also go for the tour?" I asked her with a smile. She hesitated, and then stuttered "But ... but, I don't ... I don't have any western clothes, bhaiya" Before I could say anything, Jigna jumped in and said "See bhaiya, now she is giving another excuse for not coming. I told her..." Jigna hesitated for a moment "I told her that Jignesh bhai will buy the clothes for you ... won't you, Jignesh bhai?" she chimed in a sweet pleading voice.
"Ahh, so that's what this is all about" I thought to myself "This little bitch wants to me to buy clothes for her friend also" I inwardly smiled to myself. "Of course ... is that something to even ask?" I shot back instantly. Turning to Sejal, I said "See, now you are my friend also ... and so I have a right to do that. Don't I?" I asked her with a flattering smile on my face. The poor girl was probably overwhelmed, and didn't no what to say. She turned towards Jigna with a pleading look in her eyes "But ... but, Jigna..." she stammered. "But, what?" I asked her in a firm voice. "No ... noth ... nothing" she responded haltingly immediately. "So that's settled then" I said, standing up. "Let me get your girls something to drink" I said, moving towards the kitchen. As I was taking out a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge, and grabbing my hand, pulled me to a corner of the kitchen which was not visible from the living room. She flung her arms around me, and pressing her hot body to mine, kissed me on my lips passionately. "Oh thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you so much" she whispered in my ears. "Anything for you, sweetie" I replied with a smile, squeezing her sexy ass cheeks with a smile.
She responded by lifting one leg and wrapping at around my thighs, and pressing her belly my crotch, causing my cock to stir. I pushed her away with a smile and said, "You girls better leave now, because your mother will be here now any moment with my lunch." As I handed over the cans of Coke to the girls, I told her that I'd come by to their college and pick them up at 3:00. Jigna said she would not be able to come, as she had bunked the same class yesterday also. I was more than happy to hear that as that would mean I would have Sejal all by myself. As the two girls left waving their byes to me, I could not help but laugh inwardly at the good fortune that kept coming my way.
Within about 15 minutes of the two kids leaving, Kalpana aunty came by with my tiffin. Today, she excused herself, and said she had to deliver lunch to a couple of other places, and therefore had to leave quickly. However, before leaving she told me that she had spoken to our neighbor Sarla bhabhi regarding the maid servants, and that she would be speaking to me to arrange that. I waved my bye to Kalpana aunty, as she left, her big butt swaying as she walked away. I finished my lunch, and was relaxing on the couch when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door to see my sexy neighbor Sarla bhabhi standing at the door, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face. "Uh-oh" I thought to myself, as I greeted her with a big smile.
Sarla bhabhi was by far the sexiest aunty among the married housewives I lusted for in the colony. At 36, she was almost 6 years younger than Kalpana aunty. Everything about her was flirtatious. The way she wore her sari, the way she walked, the way she talked, to the way she smiled mischievously. While talking to her, one could not help but get the feeling that her eyes conveyed more that her words. To start with, she was incredibly fair, with smooth milky white skin. Her wavy hair was cut shorter than most traditional women, and she tied that in a small pony tail at the back of her head. Her hair also had a liberal tint of golden brown, as she applied mehendi on them. Her face was round and a bit plump, with high cheek bones, and sensuous lips. I had often fantasized about how it would feel to hold her face and shove my cock into that talkative mouth, her luscious lips stretched around my thick cock. She wore a yellow chiffon sari, with white floral print, and white blouse.
She had a moderately plump body, not overweight. Her breasts were average sized, and at 34-C, they were just right for the size of her body. But she too had wide hips, and a fleshy round butt. The way she always wore her sari, well below her navel, accentuated her well rounded belly. That slight fat on her belly & sides only served to make her look sexier to me. Without bothering to return my greeting, she bustled on the house, and closed the door behind her. She turned to me with an indignant look on her face "So now that you have become a big man, you don't even have time to talk to your Sarla aunty, is it?" she asked sternly. "Aunty..." I began to protest, but she cut me off and said "Don't talk to me. I am very angry with you" she said with a hurt look on her face, and turned away from me in a huff.
I smiled to myself and thought "Sali ke nakhre to dekho". (Look at her attitude). She could put a 16-year old to shame with her nakhras (attitude). "Arre aunty, why are you saying that?" I asked in a sufficiently contrite voice. She turned towards me, and spoke "It's been almost a month since your parents left, and have you even once come to meet Sarla aunty?" she asked with irritation. "We live right next to each other, and you don't even have time to come and say hello to me" she complained. Standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips, the pallu of her sari tucked into her waist, and a sexy pout on her lips, she looked incredibly sexy to me. "Haan, ab Kalpana jo tumhara itna khyal rakh rahi hai to tumko hamari yaad kyun aayegi ... kyun, Jignesh bhai?"(Now Kalpana is keeping care of you so why would you think of me Jignesh bahi.) she asked me in a mocking tone, and yet in that teasing, taunting tone of hers. "And today, when you needed a maid servant, you had to speak to Kalpana, but you could not come and talk to me" she muttered again with that fake hurt look on her face, her lips pouting even more.
I smiled at her with all my charm, and said in a placating tone "Oh aunty, please don't say that ... you know you are my favorite aunty ... how can I ever forget you." She just huffed and turned her face sideways. "Just that I was so busy these days aunty, and since Uncle was also at home most of the time, I thought I should not disturb you" I cajoled her. "Maskha mat lagaao mujhe..." she retorted in that same mock hurt tone. "You know that Uncle comes here for one week every month, but he left last week itself; and since then I have been alone" she continued.
Her husband worked in a cloth mill in a nearby city, and stayed there. He usually came home for one week in a month to spend time with his family. "And you also know that Tushar has also gone to my brother's place for his vacation" she continued to crib. Tushar was her teenaged son. "Tumhe pata hai kitni baar main tumhare ghar pe aayi ... tumhara haal poochne ke liye. Maine socha bechara Jignesh beta akela hai ... pata nahi kaise sab sambhal raha hogo. Lekin tum to kabhi ghar par milte hi nahi ho" (Do you know how many times I came to your house to ask about your health. I thought that you were alone so you must have trouble managing everything but you are never at your home) she said, as she plonked herself down on the sofa. I took the chance, and sat down next to her. I took her hands in mine, and said in my most sweet tone "Oh aunty, please don't be angry with me. I will feel very hurt if you are angry with me. I promise you I will come to meet you everyday now. Really, I promise..." I cajoled her, as I squeezed her hand. She just made a face, and turned away from me. "Fuck man, this bitch really knows how to cock tease" I thought to myself.
Taking a deep breath, I got off the sofa, and knelt on the floor on my knees, in front of her. Placing my hands on her thighs, I apologized once again, "Oh aunty, please ... sorry ... please mujhe maaf kar do.(Please accept my apology)" She turned towards me with a half smile on her face, and pouting again, said "Chal hat, aunty ko maskha mat laga..."(Don't charm your aunt) and she broke into a smile. With that she reached out and patted my cheeks, and ruffled my hair. I took my chance again, and taking her hand in mine, kissed it quickly, saying "Oh thank you Sarla aunty ... thank you so much." She blushed when I did that, something that she was quite adept at doing to melt any man, and said to me fondly with a naughty smile "Badmash ... your really know how to flatter a woman." "How can I ever upset such a beautiful and sexy lady like you, aunty" I replied with all my charm. She blushed once again, her cheeks turning red, and slapped me on my hand, saying "Dhat ... jhootha kahinka". (Liar ) Leaning forward, and reaching out, she pulled my cheek.
To Be Continued ....
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