[Heisenberg]

Part - 40
"Ssssss... " I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her entire body shivered with the sensations of arousal. It pleased me immensely to see the kind of effect I had on her by just licking on her nipples, and I found it surprising how sensitive she was to something as common place as a man suckling on her breasts. It went a long way in demonstrating how starved of loving sex she was, and I loved her for that. Opening my mouth, I clamped my mouth on her big heavy left breast, and began to suckle on it like a hungry child. "Ohhh bettaaa ... betaaa..." she moaned helplessly, even as Jigna watched with a teenage collegegirl's awe at the way I was pleasuring her mother.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched, pleased, as Jigna held her mother's left hand firmly clasped to her own young budding breasts, in an involuntary attempt to keep her mother's hand firmly in her grasp. My cock was rock hard once again, and I felt the tip of it scbang against the rough fabric of the sofa below. With a groan, I slid my mouth down her torso, and ran it along her belly, paying special attention to the deep navel between the fleshy folds of her belly.
Her entire body shuddered at the feel of my tongue in her belly button, and I felt her fingers clasp my hand tighter, even as she bit her lips, and involuntarily arched her back. That was the cue I was waiting for, and with snake like agility, I quickly maneuvered my shoulder under her knee, and slid her heavy right leg on to my left shoulder, causing her thighs to part further. "Betaaa ... noooo..." I heard her cry out hoarsely, as she realized what I was about to do, and attempted to clasp her thighs together once again by starting to pull her left leg towards me.
To my amazement, the sexy young Jigna immediately grabbed hold of her mother's left thigh, and pulled it towards her, firmly holding it in the crook of her arm. Playing the role of my assistant to perfection, she said to her mother in a soothing whisper "Mummy ... yes..." conveying to her with a firm nod of her head that she too wanted her to subject herself to my ministrations. Flashing a smile at Jigna, I quickly pushed up Kalpana aunty's petticoat above her waist, baring the the thick lips of her mature puffy vagina to my eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please..." I heard Kalpana moan in almost pleading voice, her face flushed red, and her eyes pleading with me to let go of her. In response, I just looked into her eyes, and said thickly "Aunty ... you're the most loving woman I've ever met..." even as I grazed my fingers gently against the thick puffy lips of her steaming hot pussy. A convulsive shudder went through her entire body, as I ran my thumb through the trimmed hair of cunt, the digit getting instantly wet with the copious amounts of vaginal fluids she'd already secreted.
In that position, with her right thigh resting on my muscular shoulders, bent upwards slightly, and her right thigh held firmly in place by her daughter, I slowly parted with thick puffy lips of her vagina, and slid my middle finger gently into the hot depths of her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she groaned, and jerked forward, nearly pulling her hand free of my grasp, as my middle finger slid inside the surprisingly tight cavity of her mature 38-year old cunt.
It never ceased to surprise me how firm Kalpana aunty's cunt felt despite her age; definitely tighter that that of the sexy 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. Jigna watched intently, as I began to deftly manipulate my finger in between her mother's cunt lips, thrusting my finger in up to my knuckles, and rotating my finger inside, stimulating the depths of her hot wet cunt! I noticed the way Jigna inadvertently clasped her own thighs together, as she watched me finger her mother's cunt steadily.
Beginning to slide my middle finger in and out of her steaming hot snatch rhythmically, I quickly slid in another finger too, and marveled at how her cunt muscles seemed to be contracting around my fingers. I was simultaneously stimulating ther thick erect clit under the puffy folds of her cunt lips, even as I began to finger fuck her harder, causing Kalpana aunty to start to moan steadily.
Without warning, I let go off her hand, and thrusting my hand under her knee, roughly pushed up her thighs. Even as she gasped, I thrust my mouth to Kalpana aunty's thick puffy mature hairy cunt, clamping my mouth on it. For a moment, the disconcerting thought flashed through my mind that I was going to suck on a cunt that had only some time back fucked, rather inadequately, by her husband's limp prick, and had even been ejaculated in. As the musky, and somewhat unpleasant odor of her vagina assailed my nostrils, I held my breath, and screwing my eyes shut, quickly discarded that thought from my head.
It was too late in the day to think about that now, and frankly I was so crazed with lust by now, that I was past caring. "Ohhhhhhh bettttaaaa ... noooooo..." Kalpana aunty cried out helplessly, as she felt my tongue begin to probe the depths of her sopping wet juicy cunt, lapping and sucking on it like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk.
So copious were the secretions from her vagina, that I felt the thick sticky fluids, cover my nostrils and lips, and even my chin! I felt her entire body wrack with convulsions, as her right thigh clamped down on my head, and her right hand, now free of my grasp, grabbed hold of my hair, tugging at it painfully. "Yesss, bhaiyyaa..." I heard the squeaky voice of the teenage Jigna gasp, as I felt a hand snake up towards my crotch, and soft fingers grasp my cock, which was straining and scbanging against the underside of the sofa.
"Ummmmm..." I groaned, partly aroused by the sensation of the hot young Jigna's action of holding my cock, and partly to relieve my own pent up arousal. Crazed my the immensely arousing action of Jigna reaching out to stroke my cock, even as I sucked on her mother's cunt like a man possessed, I quickly slid both of my middle fingers into Kalpana aunty's sopping wet cunt once again, beginning to rhythmically finger fuck her, even as I licked and sucked on her cunt at the same time.
I felt Kalpana aunty's hips starting to buck convulsively, and her thighs starting to quiver uncontrollably, and I sensed that Kalpana aunty, amazingly, was about to have an orgasm now! Suddenly I felt Jigna let go off my cock, and as I pulled my mouth away from Kalpana aunty's dripping wet cunt, to look at what Jigna was up to, I was stunned by the most amazing sight I'd seen so far this night! The hot lovely Jigna, had stood up, and had gone to stand next to her mother's shoulder, and was holding her twisting head in her slender arms, pressed to her own pert young bosom, comforting her mother, as she thrashed about in the throes of an impending orgasm!
I had never seen a more amazing sight than seeing this sexy young 16-year old teenage college girl, cradling her mother's head against her own firm ripe 32-B breasts, and gently caressing her heaving heavy 38-C breasts with her soft hands, in an attempt to comfort her! As I watched open mouthed, Kalpana aunty's eyes which were screwed shut, biting her lips, fluttered open, and she looked at me with an expression of unadulterated desire. "Take me now, beta ... take me..." she hissed in an almost dazed voice, urging me with even her eyes to fuck her now.
"Hnnnhh..." I groaned, unable to speak, as I heard Jigna add in a low husky whisper of her own "Yes, bhaiyya ... do it to mummy now ... please..." her voice aroused yet imploring, as she almost begged me with her eyes to fuck her mother now. Unable to take it anymore, I roughly pushed Kalpana aunty's thick stocky legs up towards her torso, allowing them to bend at the knees, as I got up on one knee, and positioned my straining rock hard cock at the entrance of her waiting cunt. I paused for a moment, letting the swollen blood gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock nudge against her wet puffy cunt lips, and looked hungrily into her eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please ... don't torment me anymore..." Kalpana aunty moaned helplessly, involuntarily thrusting her hips upwards in a futile attempt to suck my cock into her thick cunt. "Please, bhaiyyaa..." I heard Jigna's ragged whisper, sounding almost as if it was her tight young pussy that I was about to shove my rock hard cock into. With a last glance at Jigna's flushed aroused wide-eyed face, I thrust my hips forward, sending my swollen cock spearing into Kalpana aunty's hot wet cunt.
I felt Kalpana aunty's whole body go stiff, as her hand grabbed hold of my fore arm with superhuman strength, and her mouth opened wide in one prolonged silent cry of ecstasy. I felt her hot cunt muscles clasp my rigid cock like vacuum chamber, and her broad heavy hips, defying gravity, lifted themselves straight off the couch. "Aaaaaaaannnnngggggghhhhh..." I heard her emit a prolonged cry of sheer unadulterated ecstasy, as she threw her head back violently, and clenched my fore arm in a vice like grip.
Even before I could pull my cock back and start ramming into her, I felt her cunt begin to contract spasmodically, and her entire torso twist at an impossible angle, as she thrust her free hand into her mouth and bit into her hand, in an attempt to stifle the animal like cry that threatened to explode from her lungs. Incredibly, this 38-year old woman was having her orgasm, just as my cock had entered her. I watched dazed, as she bit her lips, and let out another animal like cry of "Eeeeeeeennnffffff..." unable to control herself as multiple pent up orgasms ravaged her heavy sexy body.
I just held my cock buried in her cunt, willing myself to stop my cock from exploding inside her, as her cunt went berserk on my cock, creating incredible sensations of contraction on my rock hard penis. After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided, and her eyes fluttered open. Two large dollops of tears rolled down the sides of her eyes, down her cheeks, as she looked at me helplessly, her mouth open, taking in deep lungfuls of breath.
"Ohhhh betttaa ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." she almost cried, extending one hand towards me, as if begging me to hold her hand. Alarmed, I took her hand in mind, and asked in a soft concerned voice "Aunty ... what happened ... why' are you... ?" my eyes conveying my alarm. I couldn't, for the heck of it, fathom why she was apologizing to me. "Betaa..." she cried in a barely audible voice " ... I couldn't control ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." burying her face in her hands.
"Ohh, aunty..." I exclaimed, marveling at how this woman could think about my pleasure even now, as I reached out to embrace her, my cock still buried in her cunt. "I wanted you to, aunty ... I wanted you to..." I said repeatedly, caressing her broad back, as she clung on to me, burying her face in my chest. As she raised her head from my chest, I began to pull out of her, when she grabbed hold of my shoulders, and said in a fierce whisper "No, beta ... no ... I want you to ... I want you to..." unable to complete her sentence, her eyes conveying the rest.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 41

 
"Oh, aunty ... it's ok..." I began to protest, even as she caught hold of my face by the side, and said in a thick voice, dripping with emotion "If you love me, beta ... I want you to ... if you love me..." her eyes wide and boring into mine. Embarrassed at her uninhibited display of love, I glanced at Jigna, who was watching us attentively, her lips parted. When she caught my glace, she swallowed, and sliding towards me quickly, pressed herself to my side, causing her ripe young breasts to press against my shoulders.
Placing her small tender palm on my back, she said in a soft whisper "Yes, bhaiyya..." nodding her head, and urging me in her own sexily innocent way, to fuck her mother. That did it for me, and with a groan, I repositioned myself on the other knee. "Yes, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper, her voice thick with anticipation, as she gazed at me intently. Like a beast let loose of its leash, I rammed my hip forward, and began to savagely fuck Kalpana aunty's thick willing cunt, enjoying the feel of my cock being squeezed by her cunt muscles, as she put in all her experience in milking my cock inside her cunt.
I watched, with a dazed expression, at the way her heavy firm fleshy breasts wobbled and shook, as my hips slapped into her pelvis, sending my almost ready to burst cock, ramming into her moist cunt. Within no time, I felt my balls contract, and I threw my head back, feeling the hot steaming semen begin to boil, my cock expanding to unbearable extents. "Yesss, betaaa..." I heard Kalpana aunty gasp, as the breath was expelled from her lungs with each thrust of mine, as she too felt my cock expand within the confines of her incredibly hot cunt.
"Auntieeee..." I cried out through clenched teeth " ... I'm ... I'm cumminnggg..." feeling the semen begin to course through the veins of my cock. Not wanting to ejaculate inside her in front of her daughter, I began to pull my cock out of her cunt, only to be stopped by Kalpana aunty. Wrapping her thick calves around my buttocks, she shook her head, and said "No, beta ... I want you to..." letting her eyes say the rest, even as she pulled me towards her pelvis with her legs.
"No aunty ... I shouldn't..." I muttered, exercising the last drop of restraint inside me, as I shook my head and said " ... not without a condom, aunty ... not without a condom..." looking into her eyes, and indicating towards Jigna, who was watching this attentively, wide eyed and open mouthed. Realizing what I was trying to do, Kalpana aunty blinked her eyes rapidly, and whispered "Uhh ... yes ... you're right, beta ... you're right..." her eyes conveying my gratitude to me for setting an example in front of her impressionable teenage daughter.
As I pulled my jerking, quivering, ready to explode cock from her vagina, Kalpana aunty said to me "Come here, beta..." pulling me to my feet, as she said that. As I stood up, my cock swollen painfully, and standing rigidly in front of her like a hot steel rod, she gently took it in her hand. I had to stifle a groan as she held my slimy bursting cock gingerly, as her touch itself almost made me come.
As Kalpana aunty began to stroke my cock, and leaned forward with an intent to take my cock into her mouth at the same time, I heard Jigna speak in a barely audible squeak "Mummy ... can I... ?" looking at her mother with an aroused expression on her face, her eyes conveying the rest. It took me a moment to realize that this sexy young teenage college girl was asking her mother if she could jerk me off. Kalpana aunty, clearly unsettled, took a moment to react, before glancing up at me. Then suddenly, she smiled warmly, at said to her daughter softly "Of course, beta ... but just be gentle..." as she lovingly guided her daughter's small soft hands to my swollen quivering manhood.
"Ohhhhh..." I groaned, as I felt Jigna's soft hands on my impossibly swollen cock, and I reached out to grab hold of her head as she knelt by the side of my legs. Pressing her face to my thighs, I watched, crazed with lust, as the sexy teenage Jigna began to almost gingerly stroke my cock, watching it with rapt attention, her lips slightly parted, as the swollen cock head, reddened further with the blood pumped into it.
As Jigna gingerly stroked my cock, Kalpana aunty placed her hand lovingly on my thighs, and pulled me closer to her, till my cock was just in front of her face. Without a word, she leaned forward, and opening her mouth, took the swollen mushroom-shaped tip of my cock into her loving mouth, even as her daughter continued to stroke the shaft. That did it for me, and with an animal like grunt, I threw my head back, and let my cock spew out its hot boiling semen. I felt Kalpana aunty gasp as the first hot burst of my boiling ejaculation spurted out of the slit of my cock inside her mouth.
Aghast, I instinctively pulled myself away from her, causing my cock to slip out of her mouth, even as Jigna let out a soft girlish cry of surprise, as my jerking cock spewed forth thick ropey wads of semen, in burst after burst. Dazed, I watched as the second burst landed on Kalpana aunty's chest and dribbled down to her huge fleshy breasts, and the third, in my convulsive jerks, landed on the lovely Jigna's face. "Ohhhh ... I'm so sorrryyy..." I cried out in alarm at having come on the loving Jigna's face right in front of her mother, and began to pull her hand away from my cock, which was still holding on to it determinedly.
"Bhaiyyyaa ... it's ok..." I heard the hot Jigna utter in almost a whisper, as she refused to let go off my cock, and watched, almost lovingly, as the last few spurts of my ejaculation, landed on her slender shoulders, neck, and lovely young breasts. As I almost fell forward helplessly, my body drained of fluids and energy, limply resting one hand on Kalpana aunty's broad shoulder, and the other on Jigna's slender one, I heard Kalpana aunty gently tell Jigna "Now you can let go of it, beta..." indicating to her to let go off my already dropping cock.
As Jigna gingerly let go off my cock, her hands slimy with my cum, Kalpana aunty caressed my thighs and said to me softly "Beta ... it's ok ... it's ok..." soothing me with her soft voice, trying to reassure me that it was ok that I had come on her daughter. My head swimming with the effort, I somehow stumbled on to the sofa, by the side of Kalpana aunty, even as I felt Jigna come and sit by my side, quickly wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and cradling my limp head against her chest.
Breathing heavily, my chest heaving, as I felt my face being cradled against the soft pliant flesh of Jigna's teenage breasts, I found myself sending up a silent prayer to the Gods of Love. As Jigna caressed my chest gently, the motherly instincts of the girl taking over, I felt Kalpana aunty also lean towards me, and place a soft hand on my thighs, caressing them, as I felt the firmness of her heavy mature breasts press against my shoulder. As I sat between these two incredibly loving women, drained and struggling to restore my breath, I thought to myself "Well, if this isn't heaven ... I don't know what is..."
To my own amazement, I felt my eyes begin to close, and my head begin to swim. I couldn't recollect the last time I'd had such an intense orgasm. The last thing I heard before my drooping eyelids closed, was Jigna asking her mother in a concerned girlish voice "Is bhaiyya OK, mummy... ?" Just the sound of her voice made me smile dreamily, even as I barely heard Kalpana aunty reply softly "Yes, beta ... he's just ... just tired now..." almost smiling at her daughter, as she sought to allay her innocent and incredibly loving daughter's concern for me, before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, my throat parched with thirst. It took me a few moments to get my bearings; and when I squinted through half closed eyes, I could see bright morning sunlight streaming through the windows. My body ached, and I wondered what was wrong with my bed, as I groaned and sat up. That's when I realized where I was, and the events of the past night came rushing back to me. Aghast, I looked down at my torso, and was surprised to see that not only was I fully clothed in the t-shirt and shorts that Kalpana aunty had lent me, but a sheet had also been put over me. I hadn't even realized when Kalpana aunty had put the clothes on me during the night.
"Good morning..." I heard a cheerful voice from across the room, and when I looked, I saw Jatin bhai beaming at me, a big smile on his cherubic face, as she sat on the sofa near the door, reading a newspaper. "Uh ... good morning, uncle..." I mumbled, as I glanced at the clock and realized it was past 9:30 in the morning. Just as I was cursing myself for having overslep, I saw Kalpana aunty enter the living room, carrying a tray with a hot steaming cup of tea for me. "Did you sleep well, beta... ?" she asked me cheerfully, as she handed me the cup of tea. "Uhh ... yes, aunty ... thanks..." I mumbled awkwardly, unable to meet her eyes, as I felt my cock stiffen straightaway, thinking about the events of last night.
As I sipped on my tea, I saw that Kalpana aunty was still standing there. When I glanced up at her, I saw that she was gazing at me, an affectionate smile on her face. Whatever apprehensions I had about the occurrences of last night, partly dissipated, when I saw the radiance on Kalpana aunty's face. She seemed to have had her bath already, and her wet hair was tied with a thin cotton towel to absorb the remaining moisture.
"I tried to wake you up in the morning..." she began, still smiling fondly " ... to take you to the bedroom so that you could sleep comfortably ... but you were so deep in sleep ... I didn't want to disturb you..." her voice gentle. "Uh ... thanks aunty ... I had a sound sleep..." I mumbled, returning her smile awkwardly. "Good..." Jatin bhai beamed, as he added " ... then why don't you freshen up quickly ... so we can have breakfast ... I was waiting for you only..." running his hand over his big pot belly, a stupid grin on his face. I got up and stretched, and headed towards their bathroom, which was in the small courtyard behind their house.
Just as I was splashing water on my face, I sensed someone at the open door of the bathroom. Kalpana aunty stood there, clutching a clean white towel. "Here, beta..." she said, extending the towel to me. I was still extremely uncomfortable in her presence, and avoided looking at her as I took the proferred towel, and mumbled my thanks. "Jigna also tried to wake you up before she left for college..." Kalpana aunty said softly, gazing at me lovingly. "Oh..." was all I was able to manager, as I finished wiping my face, and hung up the towel on a hook behind the bathroom door. She made no attempt to let me pass, and just stood there at the door, gazing at me with an enigmatic expression on her face. We stood there awkwardly in silence for a few moments before I found my voice and said "Uh ... aunty ... I know you must hate me for what happened yesterday..."
Before I could complete my sentence, she was next to me in a flash, and had her index finger on my lips. "Shhh, beta ... aisa nahi bolte..." she said in a soft voice, her large eyes on mine, and her other hand resting on my chest. "It was a very special night for me..." she continued in a soft voice soft " ... and for Jigna too..." her voice a barely audible whisper. As I struggled to find something to say to her, she added "And, beta ... I know how much you care about us ... and I know that you will never hurt me ... or Jigna..." coming closer to me till I could feel her heavy body almost touching mine.
Clutching my hand and placing it on her magnificent bosom, she said with some emotion "I trust you, beta ... and ... I know that in your hands ... my daughter is safe..." her pudgy hand pressing my palm to the firm mass of her breasts under the saree. My cheeks flushed red, and I could feel a lump come up in my throat. Swallowing, I looked into her eyes, and said "I promise you, aunty ... that I will never ever break your trust ... and ... that I will always ... always take care of Jigna..." my voice a husky whisper. "I know, beta ... I know..." she replied immediately, that wide smile creasing her broad weather-beaten face again. On an instinct, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly on her forehead, a gesture which caused her to face to flush with genuine joy. With that, she stepped back, and I headed to their bedoom to change into my clothes.
As I peeled off the t-shirt I was wearing, I saw something fall out of the t-shirt. Intrigued, I bent down to pick it up, and realized that it was a small piece of folded paper. Opening it, I saw that it was a message for me from the sexy Jigna, written with a pencil in her rather clumsy hand writing. "I love you, bhaiyya!" it said simply. I stared at this little piece of paper for a minute, a range of emotions coursing through me. Suddenly, I felt disgusted with myself for leading on this young impressionable girl like this, and crumpling the piece of paper, flung it away in disgust to one corner of the room. I was furious with myself, as I threw off the shorts I was wearing, and changed into my own clothes. As I brushed my disheveled hair into some semblance of order, I caught the reflection of the crumpled ball of paper in the other corner of the room.
Jigna's tender face, her wide eyes, and the expression of hurt in her eyes, if she saw the piece of paper lying there in the room, flashed before my eyes. With an audible groan, I dropped the hair brush on the night stand, and went to pick up the crumpled of paper. With a sigh, I straightened the paper, and smoothened the crumples on it. Shaking my head, I folded it carefully, and put it inside one of the inside pockets of my wallet. "Just don't screw this one up, boy ... just don't screw this one up..." I heard a voice inside my head tell me, as I took a deep breath and re-entered their living room. After a hearty breakfast, during which the annoying Jatin bhai tried his best to convince me on why I should be investing money in the stock market, I took leave of this incredible household, and headed home.
Upon reaching home, I hit the shower straightaway, and spent a long time under it, as if trying to wash away the 'sins' I had committed the previous night. All of a sudden, I missed my parents. I was beginning to get tired of living alone, and was beginning to feel rather lonely. On the one hand, I was in a position that would be the envy of many, with numerous carnal relationships being established with the women and girls living around the vicinity. But on the other hand, I also knew that I was treading on thin ground, and that the bubble could burst as easily as it had formed.
As I came out of the shower, toweling myself dry, I made up my mind that I would get out of the house at any cost today, and spend the day with some of my friends, whom I had not caught up with in quite some time. With that in mind, I settled down in the couch in the living room, and called up my closest friend. To my disappointment, he was not at home, and his mother had no idea what time he would be back. One after the other, I called up all of the guys who were still in town. As luck would have had it, not one of them was available today.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 42

 
Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I'd noted down all my friends' phone numbers, on to the corner table. That's when I noticed a little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the small boutique store run by my father's friend. I had almost forgotten about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her number, I reaized that she had told me when she gave her number that she got back from work only after 7 pm. Placing the handset back in the cradle, I sat back in the couch, wondering what to do next.
After a moment's thought, I decided that I would just go to the store on the pretext of picking up some stuff for myself. Brightening at the thought, I got up and went up to my room to change. Within no time, I was zooming on my bike towards the center of the city, where my dad's friend store was located. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning when I reached the store. Parking my bike and locking my helmet in place, I walked into the store. The cool air conditioned environment inside was a welcome change to the oppressive heat outside, and just as I walked in, the store manager jumped out of his seat, the usual big smile of welcome on his face. "Welcome, sir ... welcome..." he greeted me effusively, pumping my hand vigorously.
As I returned his greetings, he asked "Today you have come alone only, sir..." a classical salesman's designed-to-please smile on his face. "Yes, today I have come alone..." meeting his eye, and returning his smile " ... to see if there's something I can get in your store for myself..." Before I could complete, he exclaimed "Oh, of course sir, of course ... we have many brands here which you will like ... I'm sure you will find something to your taste..." grabbing me by my hand and leading me inside. As he led me to the small reception area of his store, he called for a cold drink to be bought for me.
As I looked around, wondering where the sexy Sapna was, I said casually "Actually, I have never ever looked at the men's section in your store ... so it will help if you could get someone to help me select..." my voice even, as I sipped on the cold drink. "Of course, sir ... of course..." he replied enthusiastically. After a brief pause, he added "Shall I ask the same girl who helped you last time, sir ... Sapna..." his tone a little odd, and a hint of a smile on his face. I scrutinized his expression for a brief moment, trying to make out if he had figured out my interest in his employee. Seeing no semblance of ridicule in his eyes, I replied coolly "Yes, that would be fine..." finishing my cold drink, and holding out the empty glass, which he took from my hand with alacrity.
Just as he called out for Sapna, the other young male sales attendant, who was standing attentively there, said to him softly "Sir, Sapna is with that lady customer who came in some time back..." The boy seemed to be of about my age, and seemed to be working here during his summer break to earn some pocket money. Turning to him with annoyance, the store manager said "Arree ... you go and tell Sapna to come here immediately ... and you go attend to that lady ... as such itself she comes here only to waste our time ... never buys anything..." the last sentence said with a smile towards me.
"Yes, sir..." the salesboy mumbled, as he hastened up the stairs, probably happy that he could attend to a lady customer, as against the men whom he usually had to attend to. As the salesboy went up, the store manager turned to me, and said in his inimitable designed-to-please style "In fact, only yesterday I was telling Sapna that it has been many days since Jignesh bhai paid a visit to our store..." smiling broadly at me. I muttered something in response, as I began to walk around the display area on the ground floor, which was mostly for leather accessories, designer watches, and imported perfumes. As I was engrossed in checking out some of the watches on display, I heard a soft feminine voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw the young salesgirl Sapna standing there, her hands clasped together in front of her, and a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes were lit up with pleasure, as she greeted me with a "Hello, sir..." Smiling back at her in return, I replied "Hello, Sapna..." as I put the watch that I had been inspecting, back in the display case. As always, she was dressed in the ubiquitous salesgirl's uniform of a black women's trouser, tastelfully cut, and a simple white collared and buttoned, full sleeved top. "Sapna ... today Jignesh sir is here to look at some things for himself, so you please attend to him well..." the store manager instructed her formally for my benefit, the omnipresent smile never leaving his face.
"Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." Sapna replied, her eyes on me, even as she couldn't help but smile with pleasure at me. "Please, sir ... Sapna will escort you now..." the store manager said, waving his hand in the direction of the first floor, where the men's section was. Nodding my thanks, I followed Sapna up the stairs to the first floor. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked inside the well fitting formal women's trouser that she was wearing. At this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the fabric of her trousers.
This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storeyed independent bungalow owned by my father's friend. Some of the walls separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While the ground floor housed the reception and billing area, and the accessories section I mentioned earlier, the first floor housed the garments section, the men's and women's sections being separate. Access to the first floor was by way of an ornate spiral staircase from the large hall in the ground floor, and it was on these stairs that I was following Sapna upwards.
As I followed Sapna up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how firm and sexy her 21-year old body was under her salesgirl's uniform. Just as we reached the large hall that housed the men's section on the first floor, Sapna turned towards me and said "It is very nice to see you, sir ... after so many days..." smiling pleasantly. "Same here, Sapna..." I replied, smiling back at her, even as I looked her in the eye. We were now in the men's section which was lined with large racks with rows of men's clothings lined up neatly by size.
The good thing about this store was that since it was a speciality boutique, and rather upmarket at that, very few people came here. The clientele were mostly regulars, and marketing was purely by word of mouth. Much to my relief, there was no other customer in the men's section at this time. As Sapna saw me assess the garments, she said in a hesitating voice "Um ... sir, to be frank with you ... we don't have much variety for men here ... because most customers here are ladies only..." an almost apologetic tone to her voice.
Deciding it was time to make my move, I moved close to her and said in a soft voice "Sapna ... to be frank with you too ... I did not come here to buy anything ... I came here to meet you..." winking at her as I said that. The color rushed to her cheeks as she heard this, and with an embarrassed smile, she replied "Oh, sir ... I thought you had forgotten about me..." her voice low, as she threw a furtive glance towards the door of the hall. She had begun to subconsciously fidget with the collar of her white long-sleeved top; even as I took my time taking a good look at her body under her clothes.
She was barely 21, probably just out of college, and had a slim medium-sized body. Judging by the firm swell of her breasts under the top, I estimated that she probably wore a 32-B size bra, which had padded cups. Her figure was sufficiently curvy, her torso narrowing to a slender waist, and then flaring out into relatively wider hips, adorned by a tight compact butt. Her thighs filled the legs of the trousers well, and she wore a pair of simple black sandals on her feet.
As I appraised her body, I saw her nervously push back a stray strand of hair from her face, the hair being tied behind her head in a simple pony. Moving closer to her purposefully, I placed my right hand on her waist, and said "No, Sapna ... I did not forget you..." squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, as I looked her in the eye, a hint of a smile on her face. Had I dared to touch any other salesgirl in a store like this, I'd have probably got a tight slap by now.
But I knew fully well that this girl would do no such thing. Irrespective of whether she liked me or not, given the fact that over my last three visits, I had paid her almost 3,000/- rupees by way of tips, I knew very well that she would not do anything to displease me. "Sir..." I heard her whisper softly, as her eyes flew nervously to the opening of the hall, afraid of either her boss or her colleague spotting us. "Sir..." she continued " ... I ... uhh ... get free at 7 pm ... after that I am free..." her voice tentative. "Hmm..." I muttered in response, contemplating on whether I should take up her offer.
"And by what time do you have to get back home... ?" I asked her, still keeping my left hand on her slender waist. "I don't have a house here, sir..." she replied, looking at me even as she continued to fidget, but making no attempt to pull away. "I live in a hostel, sir..." she added. "Hmm ... OK..." I replied, still unable to decide on whether I should plan to take her out. Squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, I said "Where would you like to go, Sapna... ?" smiling at her affably. "Ohh ... anywhere you like, sir ... anywhere..." she replied immediately, blushing a bit as she smiled back at me.
"Alright ... then let's go out for dinner..." I said, making up my mind " ... if you don't mind, that is..." once again smiling at her pleasantly. "Oh, of course ... sure, sir..." she blurted out, the surprise and pleasure evident on her face. She was a somewhat dark girl, and as I gazed at her, I felt a strong longing to possess her. She seemed to be thinking of something, so I asked "Why ... is there a problem... ?"
She hesitated before answering "No, sir ... of course not ... it's just that I'm ... I'm not properly dressed ... I mean ... I will be in my uniform, sir..." touching her collar self-consciously once again. Hearing this, I smiled and said "Don't bother about that ... after all, it's not your clothes that I care about ... it's about you..." squeezing the slender taut flesh of her waist once again. She blushed once again at my remark, and even though she continued fidgeting with her collar, I could see that she was visibly pleased.
Just as I finished, I heard voices from the other section, and said aloud "Umm ... can you show me some jeans..." making sure my voice was loud enough to be heard in the other section too. "Oh sure, sir..." Sapna replied quickly, as she bustled towards one of the racks where row upon rows of denims were stacked neatly. Glancing at the opening of the hall, I saw that the lady customer who was already in the store when I reached, was heading down, followed by the salesboy who followed her like an obedient college kid.
Walking towards the landing area, from where one could look at the hall on the ground floor, I saw that two more women had come into the store, and the store manager was engaged in attending to them pick some fashion accessories, even as the lady from the first floor busied herself with looking over stuff too. Even though I'd set up the date with Sapna, it'd have looked odd if I left without picking up anything. So, I too busied myself looking through the stacks of designer jeans that were on display.
Though I was quite good at helping others shop, I was quite poor when it came to selecting anything for my own self. Turning to Sapna, I said "Why don't you select a few pairs of jeans for me ... I'm not good at selecting clothes for myself..." smiling at her once again.
"Sure, sir ... sure..." she replied enthusiastically. "Umm ... your waist size is 30 ... right sir... ?" she asked. "I guess so ... but I'm not sure..." I replied " ... why don't you check... ?" keeping a straight face. She had sized me up perfectly and I knew that my waist size was 30, but I still wanted her to measure.
"Sure, sir..." she replied automatically, reaching into the pocket of her black formal tight-fitting trousers to pull out the ubiquitous measuring tape. Unwinding the tape, she looked at me and said "Umm ... sir ... could you... ?" indicating to me that she wanted me to lift my shirt up so that she could measure my waist. I was wearing a pair of old faded jeans with a checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked. Leaning forward, she proceeded to run the measuring tape around my waist, her eyes taking in the tautness of my belly, and the beginning of those elusive abdominal packs that I'd been working on developing.
As she bent forward, the neck of her white collared three-quarter sleeved top fell forward, giving me a view of her neckline and black bra she wore underneath to support her firm medium-sized breasts. Almost instantly, I felt my cock stiffen, and I was tempted to thrust my hand inside the neckline of her top to cup her breasts. "Yes, sir ... it's 30..." she said, as she let go of one end of the tape, and straightened. As she straightened, she caught me glancing at her cleavage, and once again blushed visibly; the color rushing to her dark face.
"And you must be 32... 32-B..." I said to her with a grin, winking at her. This time, she blushed even more violently, and her right hand automatically flew to the top most button of her white top, even as she looked at me with a mixture of surprise, shame, and pleasure. We were in between two large full-height racks of clothes, and even though there was no one else in the men's section, there was always the risk of someone coming. "Let me see if I'm right..." I continued, smiling at her suggestively, even as she inadvertently began to bite her lips. Without a word, I reached out for her with my left hand, and clutching her waist, pulled her closer to me.
"Sir..." I heard her whisper, accompanied by a sharp intake of air, even as she nervously glanced down the aisle to check if anyone else was there. As I held her inches away from me, my hand resting on her waist, I looked into her eyes intently and said "Do you mind, Sapna... ?" my voice low. "No ... no, sir..." she said in a barely audible whisper, even as I felt her body tense, and her breath quicken. Without another word, I reached up with my right hand, and gently placed my palm on the swell of her breast under that white collared uniform top of hers.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 43

I heard the sharp intake of breath and her body went stiff, as I placed my hand on her firm breast through the top, and gently ran it over her breasts, feeling the firmness of it through her padded bra. Feeling the near perfect roundness of her firm young breasts, I said "You have a lovely figure, Sapna..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank ... thank you, sir..." she replied automatically, her voice a thick whisper as she kept glancing down the aisle nervously. I was sorely tempted to rip open the buttons of her top and feast on her breasts. Instead, I slid my right hand down her torso, feeling the curves of her slender waist, till it came to rest on the compact butt encased inside those figure-hugging black formal trousers of hers. She had an incredibly firm butt, and as my fingers automatically closed to squeeze the taut muscles of her butt, I simultaneously slid my left hand upwards.
Gently lifting her dark beautiful face, I gazed at her for a while, watching her eyes flutter, her lips quiver, and her breath coming out in short shallow gasps. Without a word, I leant forward, and gently pressed my lips to hers. I felt her entire body go stiff once again, and her hands automatically clutched my waist. The touch of my lips seemed to switch on something inside her, and with a soft moan, she closed her eyes and pressed herself to me; wrapping her arms around my back in the process. Pleasantly surprised, I then proceeded to kiss her gently, probing her lips with my tongue, and then gently easing my tongue into her mouth.
As our tongues intertwined, I heard another soft moan escape her. Responding with fervor, she began to kiss me back passionately, parting her lips wider, and pressing her firm young body against mine. The bulge of my cock was now firmly wedged against her taut belly, and as she pressed herself against me, I felt my cock stiffen and grow larger inside the confines of my briefs. Not wanting to let things get out of hand, I gently pulled my lips away from hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she just stood there leaning against me, her head thrown back slightly, her eyes closed, and her lips parted; as if not wanting the moment to end.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, caressing her cheeks. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to emerge from her dreamy stupor. I'd never known another girl to get so turned on by just a kiss. She seemed to have lost her bearings momentarily, and as her eyes focused on me; I saw the color rush to her dark face once again. As I let go of her, she hastily pulled away, mumbling "Sorry, sir..." suddenly ashamed of her behavior. "Don't be..." I said simply, smiling at her, and reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I'll see you in the evening, alright... ?" I said with a smile, watching her nervousness with some amusement.
"Unnhh..." she mumbled, nodding her head in the affirmative, unable to speak. It was just about time, for I heard voices behind the rack of clothes that we stood, ostensibly of some other customer who had come in. Randomly picking up two pairs of jeans, I said to her "OK ... I think I'll take these two..." my voice loud enough for whoever had walked in. "Sure, sir..." Sapna replied with a smile, recovering from her stupor by now. As I turned to walk away, I heard her say behind me "Sir..." I turned around to look at her, as she slowly walked up to me.
Nervously pushing back a stray stand of hair, she looked into my eyes and said "Sir ... are you ... are you serious ... about ... about meeting me in the evening... ?" her voice quavering. Just that kiss seemed to have switched on something inside her, and all her professionalism seemed to have disappeared, as she looked into my eyes with those dark beautiful eyes of hers. Tilting my head to one side, I reached out to touch her cheek again, and replied "Yes, Sapna ... I'm serious ... very serious..." a warm smile on my face. Her quavering lips broke into a smile at that, and I could see something like relief mixed with pleasure was over her face.
"OK, sir..." she replied simply, as she dropped her gaze. Taking the two pairs of jeans from hand, she said "I will help you get this billed, sir..." trying her level best to resume her professional demeanor. She stopped midway, and turned around. Clutching the clothes, she looked into my eyes, and said in a serious tone "Sir ... please ... please don't tip me today..." her voice unsteady, as she looked at me with a serious expression. In response, I just nodded, realizing that to tip her now would seem like an insult to her. My respect for her had just gone up by a few notches, and inwardly I was very pleased she'd said that. After paying for my purchases at the counter, I left the store and headed back home.
As I rode back, I wondered what I would to kill the time till evening. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was beating down mercilessly. Feeling thirsty, I decided to stop at a shop that I used to frequent as a college goer for a cold drink. The shop was run by a local cooperative society and was very popular with college kids since they sold most stuff a little below the MRP. It was located on the corner of a tree-lined road that housed most of the educational institutes in the city. Even though that was not the route to my house, I decided to go there as I enjoyed sitting on the wooden benches next to the shop, under the cool shade of trees.
As I parked my bike and slung my helmet over the handle bar, I saw that there were a bunch of college students standing by their bicycles next to the shop, enjoying some ice candies in that hot summer afternoon. I was reminded of my own college days when we used to frequent this place for a 'treat' of the delicious orange ice candies. As I walked up towards the shop, I saw Mayuri ben's daughter, Amisha, in the group, chatting away gaily with a group of boys and girls. Someone from the group would have recognized me, for suddenly Amisha turned around with a squeal of "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." and bounded up towards me.
Pleasantly surprised, I grinned broadly as I replied "Hi, Amisha..." even as I scanned the group to see if there were any of the other girls I'd met at her birthday party. The first girl I noticed was Amisha's best friend, the sexy Barbie-doll like Krutika. As Amisha invited me to join their group, I also realized that there were two other girls whom I'd met at the birthday party. One was the skinny Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who was always giggling, and with whom I'd flirted lavishly at the party.
The other was the slim, dark Mallu girl, Mini, whom I'd kissed secretly in Mayuri ben's kitchen, and who turned me on immensely. After getting myself a Thums Up, I followed Amisha to where the other girls stood by their bicycles, licking on their ice candies. "Girls ... I hope you all remember Jignesh bhaiya..." Amisha announced as she led me to the group. There were smiles and answers of 'yes' all round. "Hello ladies..." I greeted them cheerfully, eliciting laughs and giggles from all of them.
There were a few other boys and girls too, whom I didn't know, and as Amisha introduced me to them, I greeted each one of them with a cheerful hello. They were already through with their ice candies, and were all standing around in a group, when I announced "How about another round of ice cream... ?" smiling broadly at all of them. Except for Krutika, who responded immediately, her face lighting up with a smile, the rest just stood there fidgeting, looking at each other.
I realized that most of the others would have probably exhausted their pocket money for the day, and hence were awkward. "It's a treat from me..." I added immediately, smiling broadly at all of them. Everybody smiled at that, and without waiting for an answer, I turned around and began to walk up the shop counter. Krutika was the first to follow me, and was soon followed by the others. There was the usual chatter about who wanted what flavor, and there was further confusion and much debate when we realized that the shop keeper had run out of many of the popular flavors.
Those days, vanilla ice cream scoops in a tall glass full of a cola like Thums Up, commonly known as 'Float Pepsi" was very popular among teenagers. When I suggested that, everyone let out a loud hoot of assent, and agreed readily. Amisha was by my side all the time, clutching my arm, and leading me around, as if trying to let everyone know whose friend I was in the first place. And as we stood around the parked bicycles, enjoying our ice cream & cola mix, I couldn't help but notice how sexy she always looked to me in that college uniform of hers comprising of a beige knee-length pleated skirt, a white half-sleeved shirt, and a dark brown tie, loosened at the neck with the top button of the shirt undone. I also loved the way she would brush her firm young breasts under the shirt, against my arm, on the pretext of saying something to me.
After finishing their ice cream, the ones from the group, whom I had not known earlier, thanked me politely, and asked for permission to leave. As that group walked to their bicycles, Amisha excused herself and went to talk to one of the girls from that group. As was usually the case after having ice cream on a hot sunny afternoon, I felt thirsty, and walked up the shop counter to buy a bottle of packaged drinking water. As I waited at the counter, as the shop keeper got a bottle of chilled water from the refrigerator, I saw Krutika come up to me.
Now Krutika had to be the sexiest college girl I had ever known, with flawless milky white complexion, a lovely figure, and an incredibly pretty Barbie-doll like face. Unlike the usually shapeless uniforms of most college girls, hers was tailored impeccably and fitted her structure beautifully. She even walked with the poise of a professional model, swinging her hips imperceptibly, and adding to her allure. As she came and stood by my side at the shop counter, and rested her elbows on the glass top of the counter, I leaned forward, and resting my elbows too on the glass top, said to her with a smile "You know, Krutika ... I think you can be a model..." my voice soft, and my eyes gazing into hers.
I saw her blush at my comment, and her already pink cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Really ... you are simply lovely ... I really think you have what it takes to be good at modeling..." I continued, smiling at her, and letting my elbows brush against hers. "Oh, no..." was all she could muster, even though I could make out from her expression that she was really pleased. The old shop keeper had got the bottles of water by then, and as I unscrewed the cap of one bottle and took a long swig, I heard her ask "Bhaiyaa ... do you really think so... ?" the color still on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile on her pink lips.
"Absolutely..." I said matter of factly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. We saw Amisha walking up towards the counter, and immediately put an end to the topic, but not before we'd exchanged knowing looks with each other. Taking the other bottles of water, we walked back to where the other girls, Gunjan and Mini, stood. Handing one bottle to the giggly Gunjan, I said "Water for you, ma'am..." bowing my head and courtesing her with a smile. Clutching her mouth to cover her teeth which were covered with braces, she giggled and took the bottle from my hand. The others too laughed at my teasing of Gunjan. Finishing my bottle of water, I walked back towards the shop counter to pay the shop keeper.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 44
The dusky Keralite girl, Mini, followed me, carrying the glasses in which we'd had the ice-cream & cola. As I'd mentioned earlier, Mini had this inherent raw sexuality that some girls seem to ooze, and she had all the cockiness associated with a girl who knew she could attract guys, and loved the attention too. Her skirt was a wee-bit shorter than most of the other girls, and ended just above her knees. And like Amisha and Krutika, she too wore a bra under her white uniform shirt, without the ubiquitous petticoat, which was considered unfashionable by many of these MTV generation collegegirls.
Her firm young 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, and she made it a point to thrust her chest out, as if to accentuate the shape of her breasts. As she came up to the counter and placed the empty glasses on the counter, she smiled at me coquettishly, fidgeting with the single short braid of her hair, which was slung across her left shoulder. There was a trace of ice cream on the corner of her mouth, and without a word, I reached out with my left hand, and wiped it with my index finger.
"Ohh..." she gasped at this unexpected touch of her lips by me. Her face relaxed and she smiled when I showed her my finger, with that drop of ice cream still on it. Without a word, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, closing my eyes, as if with pleasure. Opening my eyes, I smiled at her said "You know what, Mini ... I wish I could have licked it off your lips itself..." running my tongue across my lips, even as she blushed violently and glanced nervously at the group standing some distance away.
Putting the change I'd received from the shopkeeper back in my wallet, we walked back towards the group. Just as we were about to reach where the others stood, I felt Mini clutch my elbow from behind furtively and whisper "Bhaiyya ... thank you..." giving my elbow a squeeze, and at the same time brushing her pert young tits against my arm. Krutika and Mini lived in the same colony, so the two of them waved goodbyes to me and left on their bicycles. Amisha and Gunjan hung around, and walked with me towards where my bike was parked. "So, girls ... what plans now ... headed home... ?" I asked the two of them casually.
"Umm ... yes..." replied Amisha, looking expectantly at me, as if expecting me to propose something. Glancing at Gunjan, I saw that she too was looking at me. As my eyes met hers, she smiled awkwardly, displaying the mouthful of braces that she wore to keep her protruding teeth in check. There was something about a teenage girl wearing braces that turned me on immensely, and Gunjan, despite being the skinny type with an awkward demeanour, was no exception. Her mannerism was typical of girls who'd grown up without a male sibling in the house; and hence conveyed an impression of adulation towards relatively elder and self-assured guys like me.
As both girls fidgeted with their college uniform skirts and looked expectantly at me, I said "Would you two like to go for a movie... ?" smiling at them naughtily. "Ohh, yes ... sure..." Amisha exclaimed almost immediately, her face brightening up with a big smile. I had expected such a response from her; always game for some excitement as she was. Gunjan, however, seemed to be a bit apprehensive. "But looks like Gunjan isn't too sure..." I said, looking at Gunjan and continuing to smile. She blushed again, and her hands automatically went to her mouth to cover her braced teeth.
"Umm, no ... but..." she mumbled, glancing at Amisha somewhat nervously. "Oh, come on ... we'll just call up home ... and I'll say I am going to your house for doing homework ... and you say that you are going to my house for homework ... simple..." Amisha said definitively, taking command of the situation. I couldn't help but admire this sexy teenager for her guts. That seemed to do the trick for Gunjan, and I saw her giggle and nod her head vigorously. "Oh, yes ... yes ... that's a good idea..." she gushed, the words coming out in a jumbled rush through, the braces hampering her speech in her excitement. "Wonderful..." I said, clapping my hands together.
Elated at having convinced these two teenage college girls to come for a movie with me, I arranged for their bicycles and college bags to be left at the rear of the shop; a 50-rupee note doing the trick with the old shopkeeper, who was more than happy to take care of the girls' belongings. As I kicked started the bike and pulled on my helmet, I saw that the two girls were waiting, as if unsure of who should get on the bike first. Pushing up the visor of my helmet, I said "You sit in the middle, Gunjan ... Amisha has more experience of sitting on a bike, so let her sit behind you..." I saw Gunjan glance at Amisha once again, as if seeking her opinion, and upon a nod from Amisha, she smiled brightly and said "Ok, bhaiyyaa..." her braces shining in the sunlight.
Placing her hand on my shoulder for support, she swung her leg across the seat and settled down on the seat behind me. Amisha followed suit immediately after, and as I adjusted myself on the seat to give as much space as possible for the girls, I couldn't help but grin inwardly under my helmet. I had never ever managed to get two girls to sit on my bike at the same time; and moreover, I was excited at the prospects of having these two eager young teenage college girls with me in a dark movie hall. Memories of the last time I'd been to a movie theater with Jigna and Sejal flashed before me, and I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans.
As I engaged gear and revved the bike, I felt Gunjan clutch my shoulder and say "Ohh, this is so exciting, bhaiyyaa..." giggling again. Gunjan was a really skinny girl, to the extent of being almost bony. She was even slimmer than my maid Pushpa, and as I rode towards the movie hall, I felt her grip on my shoulder tighten, and her thin young body press against my bike. At 30-B, Gunjan's breasts were just about developing, and as I felt the perky firmness of it press against my back, I felt my stiffening cock squirm inside my underwear.
Her pleated beige skirt had ridden up her knee, and I could feel her slender bony thighs press against mine from behind. On the way to the hall, the girls chatted gaily between themselves, even as I took the precaution to stay away from the main roads, in order to minimize the chances of being spotted by someone I knew. Soon we reached the theater, and got tickets from a bored clerk at the ticket window, who was irritated at his siesta being disturbed.
The only movie running at that time was a Shahrukh Khan film which had been running for an eternity at this theater now, with the sole purpose of breaking some record for the longest running film in the city. Needless to say, the girls were all huge fans of the King of Bollywood, and were quite excited at the prospects of watching that hit film, which I wouldn't be caught dead watching, under any other circumstances.
After getting two packets of the mandatory pop-corn for the girls, we trooped into the darkened movie hall, just in time to catch the opening credits. Given the film, and the time of the day, the hall was practically empty, and one could sit wherever one wanted. While the front rows were occupied by some roudy teenagers from the streets, those at the back were occupied by young couples, whose intentions were more or less similar to mine. Gunjan and Amisha were having trouble seeing in the dark, so I took them by the hand and led them to a row in the middle, which was far enough from both the roudies in the front rows, as well as the couples in the back rows.
As we settled down in our seats, with Amisha to my left, and Gunjan to my right; I saw Amisha removing her tie and tucking it into the pocket of her skirt. Seeing her do that, Gunjan too followed suit. Amisha then proceeded to kick of her shoes, and pull her legs up on to the comfortable bucket seats, turning them to one side in such a way that her knees were touching my thighs. Gunjan, on the other hand, sat straight in the seat, both her hands resting on her knees. About ten minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha lean across me and call out to Gunjan in a whisper.
I leaned back in my seat to allow the two girls to bring their faces closer over my lap, and as Amisha whispered something to Gunjan, and Gunjan nodded her head in understanding, I used the opportunity to slip my right arm over the back rest of Gunjan's seat. After finishing their brief whispered conference, the two girls resumed their original postions in their respective seats. As Gunjan sat back in her seat, she felt my forearm at the back of her neck, and from her response I could see that she was a bit startled. As she glanced at me in the dark, I flashed a knowing smile, and was pleased to see her giggle softly in response, her metal braces shining in the flickering light from the screen.
At the same time, I felt Amisha tugging at my arm on the other side, and when I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was beckoning to me with her hands to lower my head so that she could say something in my ear. Loweing my head to her side, I felt her quickly hook her right arm through mine. Twisting sideways towards me, she cupped her left hand to my ear, an action which caused her ripe young bra-clad breasts to press against my upper arm, she whispered into my ear "I was just telling Gunjan not to tell anyone else that we came for a movie with you..." her tone conspiratory, even as her fingers clutched my biceps. I nodded in understanding and smiled at her, relishing the feel of her young firm breasts against my upper arm.
My cock had stiffened considerably by now inside my underwear, and I admired the girl for smartly using the pretext of talking to her friend, to slip her arm through mine. With her legs pulled up and bent sideways on the comfortable seat, she snuggled up to me on my left side, and held my arm pressed against her torso, liberally pressing her young breasts under the shirt to my upper arm. As she settled down once again, resting her head against my shoulder, I threw a sideways glance at Gunjan in the darkness, to check if she'd noticed anything. To my relief, Gunjan had her eyes glued to the screen, and was munching on her pop-corn absent mindedly even as King Khan broke into one of his ubiquitous song & dance sequences.
Using the opportunity, I gently eased my right arm from the back rest of the seat, and placed it around her shoulder, allowing my forearm to rest on her thin bony shoulder from the other side. As she felt my arm on her shoulder, she glanced at me. Leaning towards her, I beckoned to her with my head. As she leaned towards me to hear me, I whispered into her ear "I hope you are comfortable, Gunjan..." smiling at her even as I spoke. I saw her face crease in a wide smile at the unexpected question, those braces glimmering in the darkness. "Yes, bhaiyya ... yes ... thank you so much for inviting me..." she whispered back, giggling once again.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 45
There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But now, Gunjan's habitual giggling was only turning me on. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered "You know, Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only because I wanted to spend some time with you..." looking into her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness, broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-consciously cover her braces again.
However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still dbangd over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and whispered "Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also been thinking about you only..." speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.
"And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ... who ... who has ever kissed me..." she added in a faint whisper, smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted Amisha looking at us.
After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear "This friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... isn't it... ?" my tone conspiratory, and my expression conveying pretended irritation. That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratorily too. Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear "Yeah ... she is a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying... ?" her tone amused yet curious. "Oh, she's just been going on and on about Shahrukh Khan..." I whispered back with feigned annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and smile at me, as she whispered back "Oh, she's crazy about him..."
I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to Amisha "You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us here..." sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too..." as she pressed her young firm breasts to me again.
Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I tool hold of her hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans. "See what you have done to me..." I whispered, pressing her palm over my hardness under the thick denim fabric. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.
My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of Amisha's soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan's fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee. Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan's hands, I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan's attention away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which was resting on Gunjan's slender shoulders, downwards towards her neck.
Running my finger along her thin bony neck and her prominent Adam's apple, I began to play with the collar of her white college uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she'd also undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.
On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper arm, even as her fingers were beginning to squeeze the hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans. Turned on by these two young teenage college girls, I moved the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan's teenage breasts over her shirt.
As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan's small developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her off. After a moment's pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As I'd mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.
I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm, even as her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen. Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them. Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was no response from her either.
Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.
Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled nervously and clutched my arm dbangd around her shoulder tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again, and hunched her shoulders together.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded placing my left hand on Amisha's bare knee, just below the hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket seat.
She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs. Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.
I had taken care to dbang my jacket, which I habitually wore when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha's hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan's chest beginning to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I could now feel the hardness of her tiny nipples protruding through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her shirt & petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again hunch her shoulders together.
Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck, and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.
Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side, and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable. Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly, and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt, and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.
The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to Gunjan again.
Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.
Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft; and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I saw that even though she was staring at the screen unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them. Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.
Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of her 30-B breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.

[Heisenberg]

Part -  46
My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of unbridled desire.
I quickly manipulated my fingers under her skirt in such a way that I could rub against the mound of her pussy through her panty. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as my fingers grazed against her pussy lips through her panties, and I had to give her thigh a quick squeeze to get her to be quiet. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game here, groping these two teenage college girls in a dark movie hall, seated on either side of me, and each not knowing what I was doing with the other.
Gunjan's aroused pebble-hard nipples were searing my palm now, and despite my concerns, I found myself beginning to squeeze and knead her barely developed tits, teasing those erect nubbings between my thumb and forefinger. Growing bolder by the minute, I began to run my palm practically over her entire chest, in a gentle massaging motion that both soothed and aroused her at the same time.
On the other side, Amisha was by now practically thrusting her pelvis towards my hand, pressing the firm mound of her virgin pussy against my hand. Inflamed with lust, I opened my palm and began to caress the lips of her vagina right through her panties, while rubbing the slit with my middle finger. She was rhythmically, albeit subtely, clasping and unclasping her thighs, her arousal mounting with each moment. Gunjan, on the other hand, was holding my hand pressed to her chest through her shirt, almost encouraging me to palm her young teenaged underdeveloped breasts.
I realized that we were half-way through the movie only when 'Intermission' flashed on the screen, and the overhead lights slowly came on. I quickly extracted my hand from inside Gunjan's shirt, and simultaneously pulled my other hand out from between Amisha's thighs, trying my best not to attract any attention. Thankfully, both girls were both concerned about getting themselves in order first, and therefore did not glance in each others direction; Gunjan fumbling to button up her shirt, while Amisha smoothened down her skirt and reached under the chair to put on her shoes.
"Cold drinks, anyone... ?" I announced cheerfully, as I stood up and stretched, fully aware that the bulge of my hard cock was visible under my jeans. Both of them nodded and mumbled in the affirmative, terribly conscious of their own selves. As we trooped out towards the lobby, the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies toilet. I smiled inwardly, wondering how wet I'd got these two young sexy teenage collegegirls by now.
Gunjan was the first to come out, and as she walked towards me, I couldn't help but see how desireable she looked to me. Despite being so skinny, and wearing a shirt that was one size too big for her, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked, with her hair tied in two short braids that hung in the front on either shoulder, her lips pouting awkwardly on account of those braces, and her perky little barely developed breasts sitting firmly on her chest under that loose shirt, despite being not supported by a bra.
She was fidgeting with her hands and extremely nervous as she approached me, and her awkwardness was visible. She smiled weakly and quickly pulled her gaze away from me. I suddenly felt sorry for making this otherwise cheerful and giggly girl so nervous, and wanted to do something to make her feel at ease. The lobby was by now deserted as most of the other viewers had already gone inside.
Taking her by her hand, I quietly led her to the wall adjacent to the door of the cinema hall, where we were hidden from the view of anyone approaching from the other side, by those large wide doors which were thrown open. Taking both of her hands into mine, I looked her in the eye and said earnestly "Gunjan, I'm sorry if I did something that you didn't like ... I probably should have controlled myself..." trying to sound as genuine as I could. She ran her lips nervously over her braced teeth, and kept looking into my eyes, her protruding lips parted slightly.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something incoherently and dropped her gaze. "What, Gunjan ... I couldn't hear what you said..." I asked gently, continuing to hold her slender bony fingers in my hands. Clearing her throat, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I ... I just said that ... that ... nobody has touched me ... like that ... so..." continuing to look down, and her words coming out in a broken stammer. I nodded in understanding, and suddenly felt guilt course through me. After all, I had just gone ahead the groped a young unsuspecting girl, who seemed to adore me for some reason, on just our second meeting. Nodding my head, I squeezed her hand and said softly "I'm sorry, Gunjan ... I promise I won't..." before being cut off by her.
"Ohh no, bhaiyyaa ... no..." she blurted out, interrupting me. "I ... I ... like you ... very much..." she managed to mutter, her eyes fluttering, as the color rose to her cheeks. As I looked at her, she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the ladies toilet, before flinging herself towards me, and awkwardly pressing her lips to mine. Though stunned by this totally unexpected display of affection, I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around her slender, almost bony butt, pressing her thin, young body to mine. Pressing my lips to her with ardor, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear "Let's go inside ... before..." letting my eyes convey the rest.
She got the hint, and flashing me a nervous smile, followed me as I walked out from behind the wide open door of the hall. It was just in time, for we saw Amisha emerge from the ladies toilet almost at about the same time. The three of us then walked into the hall, which had already plunged into darkness again, since the movie had resumed. With a bit of difficulty, we managed to get back to our seats; but not before spotting a couple seated a couple of rows behind us, kissing each other passionately, unmindful of being spotted by someone. I saw the shy, knowing glances being exchanged between Amisha and Gunjan, and smiled inwardly to myself.
We resumed our previously occupied places, with Amisha on my left and Gunjan on the right. A few minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha shift in her seat and lean towards my side. On the pretext of stretching my legs, I leaned back in the push-back seat, and in one smooth motion, dbangd my left arm around Amisha's shoulder. She seemed to be almost waiting for me, for as soon as I did that, she responded by snuggling up closer to my side. At the same time, I subtely shifted my right and sought out Gunjan's hand under the cover of darkness. As soon as my searching fingers found her hand in her lap, I felt her close her fingers around mine.
With my right hand resting on her leg, I felt how slender Gunjan's thighs were under her skirt and petticoat. Slowly, I began to caress her thin bony thigh through the skirt, in a soothing up and down motion. My left arm, dbangd around Amisha's shoulder, had also gone to work, and was feeling the firmness of Amisha's proud breasts straining under her shirt. Unlike Gunjan, she only wore a white bra under ther shirt, and my fingers could clearly feel the outline of her bra through her shirt. As my finger tips scbangd against the firm tip of Amisha's breasts under the shirt & bra, I saw her bring her right hand to her lips, and begin to chew on her nails.
Slowly, Amisha brought her fingers which she'd been chewing on, to the neck of her white college uniform skirt, and began to fidget with the collar of her shirt. It took me moment to realize that on the pretext of fidgeting with her collar, she had surreptitiously opened the first button of her shirt under the collar. Needing no further invitation, I smoothly slipped my hand inside the open neck ofher shirt, and felt her magnificent firm 32-B breasts straining under her white cotton bra. Her bra was the cheap cotton type, which hardly provided any support to her breasts.
Yet, her young teenage breasts were so firm that they stood proudly on her chest, filling the cups of her bra nicely. My fingers instinctively closed around the firm flesh of her left breast, squeezing them, and I felt her fingers clutch my thigh instinctively. Beginning a gentle rhythmic squeezing of her tight breasts through her bra, I shifted my attention to Gunjan. Gunjan was sitting stiffly in her seat, both her hands clutching the arm rest of the seat on either side, as my right hand was absent mindedly caressing her thin bony thighs through her skirt. Slowly, I began to pull up her skirt, baring her slender knees.
I glanced at her to see her response, and saw that she was sitting stiffly in her seat, with her eyes glued to the screen, and her hands clutching the arm rest of the chair. Gradually, I pulled her skirt further up, till I could place my right hand freely on her incredibly slender thigh. I was thrilled to feel how hot the skin of her bare legs felt; and as my thumb began to caress the inside of her skinny thighs, I felt an involuntary shiver run through her body.
Her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as my fingers slid further upwards between her thighs. With a swift motion, I slid my palm up between her thighs, till they came to rest on the almost flat V of her panties. As my finger tips pressed against Gunjan's virgin vagina through her panties, a shudder of sorts went through her pelvis, and I saw her hand automatically fly to her mouth.
I held my hand in place touching the almost flat lips of her pussy through her panty, and waited to see if she would make any attempt to push my away. I was pleased to see that, except for an involuntary twitching of her thigh muscles, there seemed to be no resistance from her. I pressed the flat of my palm against her thin vaginal lips through her simple white cotton panties, and I smiled to myself when I felt the crinkly feel of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her panties. She obvisoulsy didn't hadn't matured enough to start trimming, let alone shave, her pubic hair.
However, what drove me mad with lust was the fact that her panty was damp with the wetness that seemed to have oozed out of her young teenage virgin cunt; thanks to the intense arousal I had subjected this not yet fully developed girl to! In fact, her panty seemed to be not just damp, but fully soaked with her vaginal secretions. I could only imagine how the poor girl must be filling, sitting in a dark movie hall, with an elder guy she'd been introduced to barely a week back, so wet that she'd almost soaked her panties, and the guy feeling up her tender aroused vagina under her skirt.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 47

My stiff cock gave an involuntary twitch inside my underwear, and I felt a bit of my pre-cum also ooze out of the slit of my swollent cock. I was sorely tempted to slide my hand inside her panty, and thrust my middle finger into the young Gunjan's tender aroused vagina. Somehow, I managed to control myself, and instead, just began to run my finger along the flat lips of her pussy, through her wet cotton panties, seeking for the slit of her cunt, through what seemed like a liberal thatch of crinkly pubic hair. Not wanting to do anything that might alarm her, I shifted my attention back to the sexy Amisha.
Amisha had by now, hunched her shoulders together, and she was pressing her chin to my fore arm, where my arm was dbangd over her shoulder, my hand inside her shirt. Though Amisha did not have the heavily built structure of her elder sister, Seema, she had still inherited the incredible firmness of breasts that both sisters seemed to be blessed with. As my fingers squeezed and gently kneaded her incredibly firm teenage tits through her bra, I realized that her tender young breasts were in fact firmer than those of my darling Jigna.
Suddenly, visions of the last night I had spent with Jigna and Kalpana aunty flashed before my eyes, and the fingers of both my hands squeezed so hard on Amisha's breasts and Gunjan's vagina on either side of me, that I felt both girls shudder and twitch in their seats. Letting out a deep breath, I willed myself to be under control.
All of a sudden, the screen in the hall went blank, plunging the hall into complete darkness. There were hoots on whistles from the street rowdies in the front seats, and after a prolonged pause, the overhead lights in the hall slowly came on. Taking advantage of the confusion all around, I smoothly pulled my hands away from under Gunjan's skirt and inside Amisha's shirt.
An attendant came into the hall and announced to the public that the projector inside the cinema hall had failed, and so the show was being cancelled. There were groans from the crowd, and shouts from people demanding a refund. In the ensuing melee to get out of the hall, I caught Amisha hastily buttoning up her shirt, even as Gunjan smoothed her skirt, and stood up nervously.
As the crowd streamed out of the hall, I thought to myself that perhaps it was good that the movie had been interrupted. For I didn't know what I might have ended up doing with the two girls in that dark movie hall, had we spent any more time inside. Groping both these girls simultaneously in the dark was fraught with risk, and it was good that I was forced to put an end to it, before one of the two saw what I was up to with the other.
As we came out into the brightness of the day, I could see that Amisha seemed to be well in control of herself. Beyond a faint smile that was playing on her lips, there was nothing else that could betray her emotions. Gunjan, on the other hand, was fidgety as hell. Her thin slender face was flushed, and she avoided looking at me. I kept up some casual banter, as we came out of the movie hall, and headed to the parking lot.
On the way back to the shop where we'd parked the two girls' bicycles, I could feel that Gunjan was tense; by the way she sat stiffly in between me and Amisha. She was trying her best not to let her body press against mine, quashed as she was in between us, and I wondered if I'd gone too far with this sweet innocent girl. Once we reached the shop, and the girls got off my bike, Amisha asked me if she could get a bottle of water to drink from the shop.
"Of course, dear..." I replied, as I extracted some money from my wallet and handed it to her to by the bottle of water. As Amisha trotted away towards the shop, I turned towards Gunjan and asked her "Gunjan, are you alright... ?" my voice soft and full of concern. She'd just been standing there awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and looked startled when I asked her the question.
"Ohh, no ... I mean ... yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." she mumbled, swallowing repeatedly and stammering a bit. I was silent for a while, as I looked at her, trying to read her mind. Amisha was still at the shop counter with her back towards us, and taking a chance, I reached out quickly to take Gunjan's hand in mine.
Squeezing her thin bony fingers in my hand, I said softly "Gunjan ... remember what I told you the first day we met ... that you were the liveliest and most cheerful girl in your group ... and that's why I like you so much... ?" She just stood there, staring at her dainty feet, fidgeting with her skirt. "Do you remember, Gunjan... ?" I repeated, squeezing her fingers again.
Raising her head, she answered in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." nodding her head like the young teenage college girl that she was. Taking her hand in both my hands, I caressed the back of her palm gently and continued "So ... if you are no longer your lively and cheerful self ... and that too on account of something I have done ... then ... I would like to tell you that I am really sorry ... and that I will make sure I will not do anything like this again..." my voice soft and earnest.
As I paused, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but I cut her off and said "I love that lively and cheerful girl I met that day ... and if something I have done because I like that girl so much makes that girl sad and silent ... then I don't want to do that..." I said with finality. Even as I was speaking, she was shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to tell me something. Once I finished and let go of her hand, she opened her mouth again, but just couldn't get herself to speak.
"Ohh, bhaiyaa..." I finally heard her say in a barely audible whisper " ... it's not that ... it's not what you think ... I ... I..." as she struggled to get her confilicting thoughts in order. She couldn't speak any further for Amisha had returned by then, and I quickly changed the topic. We chatted for a few more minutes, before the girls went and fetched their college bags from the shopkeeper. As both of them came out pushing their bicycles to where I sat on my bike, I could see that Gunjan was trying to catch my eye.
When I looked at her, I saw that she was trying to tell me something with those big wide eyes of hers. Finally, she came up to me, and said "Thank you so much, bhaiyyaa ... for taking me to for the movie ... and ... and for everything else also..." eventually managing a smile shy, even as she extended her hand to shake my hand. As I took her hand in mine to accept her thanks, I felt her give my hand an extra hard squeeze, even as she looked into my eyes and said "Bhaiyya ... thank you once again..."
I smiled warmly at her, and said to her warmly "I'll look forward to meeting you again someday, Gunjan..." squeezing her hand in return. The blush that came on her face and her instinctive giggle as she replied "Yes, bhaiyya ... sure..." somewhat relieved me. With that, she got onto her bicycle and pedaled off, leaving me and Jigna standing there. As soon as Gunjan departed, Amisha turned to me and asked "Bhaiyya ... can I leave my cycle here ... and come with you on the bike... ?" smiling excitedly at me. Though I was surprised by her sudden request, I smiled and replied smoothly "Oh, sure baby ... as long as you are able to explain to your mother what happened to your cycle..."
Throwing her head back with a laugh, she pirouetted on her feet as she replied "Oh, don't worry about that, bhaiyya ... I will just tell her that the tyre got punctured ... and so Jignesh bhaiyya saw me ... and gave me a lift..." grinning broadly. I laughed out at the simple ingenuity of this hot sexy teenager. "Alright ... hop on then..." I said with a chuckle, as I kicked my bike to life. With a little exclamation of joy, Jigna hopped on to my bike, and unabashedly wrapped her arms around my belly, once again pressing those incredibly firm young ripe breasts of hers to my back.
As we rode back, Amisha's hands slid down my belly on to my crotch, and when she felt the lump of my cock under my jeans, her fingers squeezed around the shaft through the thick denim. I almost lost control of the bike, and as the bike swerved crazily on the rode, I exclaimed "Baby, don't do that ... or both of us are going to land up at the hospital..." laughing at the same time. She too giggled sexily, and resting her chin on my right shoulder, said "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... it's because of me, na..." her tone coquettish, as she once again pressed her firm young breasts to my back.
Without waiting for me to answer, she continued "Bhaiyyaa ... you know ... I ... I'm also ... umm ... so ... umm ... I mean ... my panty ... it's so ... umm ... wet there..." her tone teasing yet shy, as she snuggled up closer behind my back, and nuzzled her cheeks against my ears. Hearing this sexy 17-year old teenage college girl admit to me that she was wet, turned me on no end, and I responded "Well ... I don't know yet, do I..." chuckling at her. "No, really ... I am..." she protested automatically, before the meaning of what I had said dawned upon her. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, giggling sexily again, and giving my turgid cock one more squeeze through the thick denim of my jeans.
Soon, we reached Amisha's house, and as Amisha jumped off the bike, I said to her "OK, baby ... I'll see you later then..." Clutching my hand, she exclaimed "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... come inside no ... please ... just for a little while..." tilting her sexy face to one side, and pleading sexily to me, her lips pouting. Just as I was about to decline, the door of their house opened, and Mayuri ben came out. She was dressed in one of her trademark white sarees, with a white blouse, and she was peering from above her matronly glasses at who it was.
Upon seeing me, her broad weather-beaten face crinkled into a big smile as she beamed "Arre ... Jignesh beta ... what a surprise ... come in ... come in..." opening the gate of their verandah. Taking off my helmet, I smiled at her and replied "Umm, some other time, aunty ... I just came to drop Amisha ... I saw her walking back ... and thought I'd give her a lift..." rattling out the little lie that we'd thought up on the way. As Mayuri ben looked at her daughter questioningly, I said "Her cycle had got punctured, aunty ... so I told her to leave it at the co-operative store ... and come with me..." taking the initiative to complete the story. "Ohh, acchhaa..." she exclaimed, nodding her head in understanding.
"At least come in for a cup of tea, beta..." she persisted, taking off her old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses, and letting it hang around her neck on the string. "Yes ... yes ... come in for a little while no, bhaiyyaa..." Amisha chimed, tugging at my hands. Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Aah ... how can I refuse an offer for tea from you, aunty..." my eyes twinkling merrily, as I saw Mayuri ben beam. As I entered their house, Amisha skipped into ther house, and flinging her college bag on the battered old couch, she proceeded to flop down on the sofa.
"Amisha..." Mayuri ben snapped at her daughter sharply " ... how many times have I told you to go put your bag in your room ... and to take off your shoes first..." the nagging mother taking over. "OK ... OK, mummy..." Amisha groaned, her sexy lips pouting in protest again, as she dragged herself up from the couch, and picked up her college bag. "And don't come out without washing your hands, feet, and face..." Mayuri ben ordered her. As Amisha sulked, and went into her room, muttering under her breath, Mayuri ben turned to me in said "Come inside na, beta..." as she walked into the kitchen to make tea for me. As I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes were once again drawn to her massive ass, as it swayed under her plain white saree.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 48


As soon as we heard the sound of the bedroom door slam shut, Mayuri ben pulled me towards her and wrapped her thick pudgy arms around waist. Pressing her heavy matronly body to me, she looked up at my face and smiled warmly. Her humongous 42-D mammaries, bulging inside that simple white blouse under the pallu of her saree, pressed against my chest as she said "I missed you, beta..." her thick pudgy fingers squeezing my butt, as she ground her fleshy belly against my pelvis.
As my penis, still hard thanks to Amisha's ministrations, pressed into her flabby belly, she said "And I can see that you missed Mayuri aunty too..." smiling lasciviously. I chuckled inwardly, thinking about whether this slutty 42-year old widowed college teacher hand any idea why my cock was so hard!
Pressing my cock on her belly, I put on my best young boy smile and said "Ohh, aunty ... you know that, no ... what happens to me when I see you..." my tone sounding suitably embarrassed and naïve. Her face creased with a broad grin, flattered as she was, and reaching down between our bodies, she gave my stiff cock a good squeeze through the jeans. "Ohh, I know, beta ... I know..." she crooned, caressing my hardness through my jeans.
My cock had been in a state of constant arousal now for over 3 hours; thanks to the sexy sales girl Sapna first, and then the two hot teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan. I wished I could just turn her around, bend her over the kitchen platform, push up her saree and petticoat, and ram my hard cock into her thick luscious cunt from behind. But hearing the sounds of the door of Amisha's bedroom open, we hastily disengaged, and Mayuri ben busied herself with putting a kettle on the fire to make tea for me. Amisha trotted into the kitchen, having discarded her shoes, and wiping her wet face with small towel.
"It's so hot in the kitchen, bhaiyyaa..." she exclaimed, pouting those lips of hers sexily again, even as she quickly unbuttoned the top button of her college uniform shirt, and waved her hands in front of her neck in an exaggerated manner. "Yes, beta ... why don't you go sit under the fan in the living room..." Mayuri ben also added, wiping the sweat of her brow, as she waited for the tea to come to a boil. As I followed Amisha into the living room, she caught hold of my hand and literally dragged me to the sofa. As I sat down in their battered old couch, she flopped down on the sofa by my side, pulling up one of her legs.
As my eyes were drawn to her bare knees where her skirt had ridden up, she leaned forward towards me, and clutching my hand said "You know, bhaiiyyaa ... my panty was so wet ... I had to remove it..." her voice a conspiratory whisper, and giggling like the excited college girl that she really was, her eyes twinkling merrily. As my eyes widened, she nodded her head enthusiastically, and continued "Really, bhaiyya ... and I am not wearing my panty now..." her voice dropping lower, as she bobbed up and down on the sofa like an excited teenager, her face flushed with excitement.
My cock gave a jerk inside the tight confines of my underwear, hearing this sexy teenage college girl whispering to me consipiratorily that she was not wearing any panties! Seeing the incredulous look on her face, Amisha exclaimed "You don't believe me, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide and her face still flushed with excitement. "I'll show you..." she breathed out, as she suddenly grabbed my hand began to take it towards her lap.
Just then, Mayuri ben came into the living room, carrying a cup of tea in a tray, and Amisha hastily let go off my hand. As I took the tea from Mayuri ben's hand, Amisha straightened her skirt, and sat demurely in the sofa, with her hands on her knees, her excitement simmering under her flushed face.
After finishing my tea, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly half past six in the evening. Remembering that I had a date with the sales girl Sapna today, I got up, excusing myself from that incredible household. My underwear was nearly soaked with the liberally amount of pre-cum that my inflamed cock had oozed out during the last couple of hours, and I desperately wanted to have a shower and change before I went to meet Sapna.
But I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it in time if I waited for that. Instead, I just went into the bathroom in Mayuri ben's house. After taking a long awaited piss, I washed my cock as best as possible in their wash-basin, and came out after splashing some cold water on my face. I took leave of Mayuri ben and Amisha, and zoomed out on my bike towards the boutique store where Sapna worked.
On an impulse, I stopped by the way, and picked up a bunch of flowers from a road-side seller for Sapna. Humming a tune to myself, I reached the lane where the store was located. Glancing at my watch, I saw that there was still five minutes to go to seven. We'd agreed to meet at a bus stop a few blocks away from where the store was. Pulling my bike up on it's stand, I proceeded to wait for Sapna. Barely had a minute passed, before I saw Sapna, walking down the street towards the bus stop.
From the distance, I could see that she had dbangd a dupatta across her neck, over her uniform of the formal black trousers and white quarter-sleeved shirt, with the dupatta covering her head too. She had a pair of dark glares on, with a black women's vanity bag slung on her shoulder, and clutched under her armpit.
She was the picture of a typical young working girl who generally used public transport, complete with that ubiquitous dupatta and sunglasses, that were so essential for these young girls to protect themselves from the scorching summer sun. As she came near the bus stand, she spotted me, and even at the distance, I could see the smile of pleasure on her face. Taking off her sun glasses, she smiled at me nervously, as she said "Ohh, hello sir ... I hope I'm not late..." a tad breathless.
"Not at all, Sapna..." I replied smoothly with a warm smile. That's when her eyes went to the bunch of flowers that I had propped up between the handle bar of the bike. Reaching out for the bouqet, I extended it to her with a smile, and said "This is for you, Sapna..." Her dark sexy face flushed with joy, as she shyly accepted the flowers, and mumbled "Oh, sir ... thank you ... you are so..." her words getting jumbled at this unexpectedly chivalrous gesture from me.
As I looked at her, I could see that she'd taken some pains to brush her hair carefully in place, and had even applied a subtle shade of lip gloss on her lips. As she fidgeted with the flowers, too embarrassed and pleased to speak, I said to her "You look lovely, Sapna..." smiling warmly once again. Despite her dark complexion, I could see the color rush to her cheeks at my compliment, and she managed to exclaim "Oh, thank you, sir..." giving me a genuinely pleased smile.
I didn't want to hang around for too long at the bus stop, given that sooner or later, someone would spot us. Pulling on my helmet, I said to her "Shall we... ?" even as I kicked the bike to life. "Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." she replied quickly, having still not overcome her surprise at being given flowers by me. Adjusting her dupatta over her head to partly cover her face too, she gingerly sat on the bike in the ladies style, with both her legs on one side. I'd have preferred her to sit in the other way, with one leg on either side, but decided it was too much to ask for on her first date.
As I engaged gear and started moving, I felt her tentatively place her right hand on my shoulder for support, taking care to sit at a discrete distance. I had planned to take her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of the city, which was not only discreet, but also served great food. Moreover, the proprietor of the restaurant was known to my father, and that meant that I would be served well.
As we rode, Sapna leaned forward slightly behind me, taking care not to get her breasts to touch my back, and said "Sir ... I still can't believe this is true..." her hand still resting on my shoulder for support. "Why do you say that, Sapna..." I asked casually, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. She paused for a minute before replying "Umm ... I was not very sure if you meant what you said, sir..." her tone awkward as she paused once again. "I mean ... even though you promised me, sir ... I thought maybe you would forget..." she continued, speaking slowly.
I was silent for a moment as I mulled over what she'd said. It occurred to me that perhaps I was starting to take on the image of a classic rich spoilt playboy, who couldn't be relied on to keep a promise. Letting go off the handle-bar for a moment, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand, and patting her hand which was resting on my shoulder, said wryly "Well, I guess I'm not such an asshole then..." my tone sarcastic.
"Oh, don't say such things, sir..." she protested immediately, almost cringing at my words. After a pause, she added "I was just trying to tell you how glad I am, sir ... at you having invited me out..." her tone serious. "I know, Sapna ... I know ... I was just teasing you..." I said with a little laugh, reaching up to pat the back of her hand on my shoulder once again.
Through the rear-view mirror, I could see a smile come on her face, even as she glanced at the bouquet of flowers that she was clutching in her left hand between us. After a while, I felt her lean forward once again, and she said "Sir ... thank you so much for these flowers..." her tone soft. This time, when she leaned forward to speak to me, I felt her firm bra-clad breasts brush against my back, and I found myself smiling inwardly.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, sir..." she added after a pause, her voice so low and her tone so genuine that I felt stopping the bike and giving her a huge hug. "Thank you, sir..." she said again softly, this time giving my shoulder a very subtle squeeze, as she sat back straight once again. Not being able to think of anything else to say, I just said "It's my pleasure, Sapna ... and if we have to be so formal ... then I guess I should be the one thanking you ... for agreeing to come out with me..." trying to smile at her through my helmet.
"Oh no, sir ... it's my pleasure..." she responded automatically, but by the expression on her face which I caught in the rear view mirror, I could see that she was genuinely pleased. We rode the rest of the distance in silence, and all through the journey, she maintained that discrete distance. For some strange reason, it was a refreshing change for me; being quite unlike the unabashed display of attraction from someone like Amisha.
Soon we reached the theme restaurant that I'd decided upon, and as I got off the bike, I saw her undbanging the dupatta, and shoving it into her large ladies bag, along with her glares. The restaurant was situated in the midst of a lush green property and was aptly named 'The Woods'. Lined by scores of trees, it was spread over acres of land, and had been turned into a home for scores of flora and fauna. As we walked down a tree-lined cobble-stoned path, we spotted a few peacocks displaying their magnificent feathers.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 49


There was a moat of sorts that ran through the sprawling premise, and one could see flocks of geese along the waterline. I could see that Sapna was mesmerized by the surroundings, as she gushed "This is such a beautiful place ... I didn't even know such a place existed here..." her eyes wide, soaking in the beauty of the serene environment.
It was the perfect place for a family picnic on the weekend. However, it being a week day, there were not too many people around. One could choose to dine in the large air-conditioned banquet hall, or choose to sit in tastefully designed bamboo huts that afforded privacy to those who wanted to spend some quite time together with their spouses or loved ones. I obviously chose the latter.
Dusk was settling in, and given the heavy tree cover in that patch of land, it was notably cooler once we got in. Each of those 'huts' were lit by a pair of discrete lamps that exhuded an old-world charm, and added to the mystique of the place. To sum it up, it was the perfect getaway for a couple with romantic inclinations. Watching Sapna, soaking in the serenity and beauty of the place, a wry grin came to my lips.
After all, how could this be the place for a horny bastard like me, who was just looking to fuck this impressionable young salesgirl? We were escorted to one of the 'huts' by one of the stewards, and as we took our places, a middle-aged man wearing an ill-fitting black suit came in. Upon seeing me, he smiled broadly and exclaimed "Oh, hello Mr. Desai ... what a pleasure to have you back here..." as he came up to me and enthusiastically shook my hand.
As I looked at him dumbly, wondering how the hell he knew my father's name, he went on to introduce himself as the duty manager, and inquired about my father. I'd been here a couple of times with my family and friends, but never thought I'd be recognized. As we exchanged polite pleasantries, he turned towards Sapna and said "Hello, ma'am ... welcome to 'The Woods'..." smiling politely.
Sapna, who was already overwhelmed by the sheer exclusivity of the place, could only nod dumbly, as she automatically mumbled a "Hello..." the embarrassment writ large over her place. "Um ... this is my friend, Sapna..." I said, stepping in to avoid any further embarrassment to the poor girl, who was looking distinctly out of place. The duty manager smiled pleasantly and looking me in the eye, said "Of course, sir ... it's our pleasure to have Ms. Sapna here..." his eyes trying to convey that he perfectly understood my need for discretion.
I suddenly remembered that one of the times I'd come here with my family and some relatives for a private party, the proprietor had discretely arranged for some beer and wine, which was otherwise prohibited to be sold here. "Umm ... I was wondering if it would be possible for you to arrange for a 'welcome drink'..." I said to the manager, remembering the code-word for alcohol for discerning members.
Without batting an eye-lid, the manager smiled warmly and replied "Of course, sir ... it would be our pleasure..." nodding effusively " ... would you like to have the 'welcome drink' served in a bottle or a can sir... ?" he continued smoothly, the former being a reference to wine, while the latter referred to beer. "A bottle, if you please..." I replied smoothly. "Umm ... red or white, sir... ?" he inquired politely. Glancing at Sapna, I saw her looking dumbly at the two of us, not having a clue about what we were talking about.
I was not even sure if Sapna had ever tasted wine in her life, and as I glanced at her, the manager took the cue and said "Um ... my I recommend red, sir ... we have some excellent variety in red which I'm sure the lady will love..." smiling pleasantly as he looked at me knowingly. As Sapna looked at me, totally clueless, I smiled broadly and replied "Excellent ... I trust you to decide what's best for us..." nodding at the duty manager. The exchange went on for a few more minutes, as the manager recommended some starters to go with the wine, before he left with a polite bow.
The orange glow of dusk had faded away by now, and darkness had settled in, lending a romantic air to the place. As I glanced at Sapna, who sat there fidgeting with her bag, I wondered what had made me bring a girl I barely knew, to a place like this. After all, this was the kind of place where you brought your girlfriend on a romantic date, perhaps on Valentine's day or something. And here was I, sitting here with a 21-year old salesgirl, whom I'd just happened to meet at a store barely a week ago, with far from romantic intentions!
Shaking my head to dismiss those unwelcome thoughts, I turned to Sapna and said "I hope you liked the place, Sapna..." smiling warmly. She was noticeably flustered at the grandeur of the place, and took a while to respond. "Oh yes, sir ... it's a lovely place ... it's beautiful..." she finally said, still clutching that bouquet of flowers that I'd given her, in her lap.
Pulling my chair closer to her, where she sat on the adjacent side of the table, I said to her "Umm, Sapna ... I took the liberty of asking for some wine ... I hope you don't mind that..." placing my elbows on the table top, and leaning forward slightly. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, that flustered look clouding her sensuous dark face again. "I ... umm ... I have never ... I mean ... had wine before..." she finally said, the discomfiture writ large over her face.
Reaching out to place my hand on the back of hers, I said "That's alright, Sapna ... just try it ... if you don't like it ... you don't have to..." patting the back of her hand. As she nodded automatically, I smiled at her and said "Relax, Sapna ... you don't have to force yourself to do anything ... anytime you feel uncomfortable with anything ... just tell me, OK..." trying to put her at ease.
"Yes, sir ... I mean ... I'm fine, sir ... thank you, sir..." she said, fumbling with her response. As I smiled, and pulled my hand away, she looked at me, and added "It's just that ... I have ... I have never been to place like this..." her discomfiture somewhat alleviated. Looking at me wistfully, she added "What I meant is ... nobody has ever taken me out like this..." a wry grin on her chiseled dark face. I was dreading if she'd ask if I had been here many times with other girls. Mercifully, she did not.
Soon, a tastefully attired waiter arrived, discretely carrying a bottle of some Shiraz. I made a mental note to thank the manager for his choice, realizing that the wine he'd sent was perfect for the uninitiated; not dry, and with a hint of fruity sweetness that novices would find more agreeable. Sapna watched in fascination as the waiter uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into the fine chalets. As he left, I picked up my glass, and raising it for a toast, said "Here's to you, Sapna..." smiling at her warmly.
Picking up her own glass, she raised it awkwardly, and replied "Oh, thank you, sir..." not knowing what else to say. As she took the first tentative sip, I watched her. Realizing I was waiting for her to say something about the wine, she said "Umm ... it's nice, sir ... I mean ... it's not sweet ... but it's nice..." soaking in the first taste of wine.
As I smiled, she added "I like it, sir..." taking one more sip as if to reassure me. Somewhat relieved, I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs. My leg grazed against hers under the table as I did that, and I noticed that she made no attempt to pull her leg back. Soon the starters arrived, and as the evening progressed, I saw Sapna beginning to relax slowly.
To my pleasant surprise, she agreed to a second glass being poured for her, and I could see she was now beginning to unwind. She began to speak more freely with me, though never dropping the 'Sir' bit, and told me more about herself. Hers was the classic story of someone who'd been forced to start working part-time even as she was in college, to help make ends meet in her household.
She came from a small nearby industrial town, and had dropped out of college to take up working full-time, once her father lost her job when the factory that he worked in, was forced to shut down. She'd come into our city about a year back, and lived at a working women's hostel. The matter of fact manner in which she told me about her circumstances, without any hint of melodrama, made me respect her all the more. With a glass of wine inside her, she was distinctly more talkative now, and I for one was doing all the listening.
Taking a sip from her recently refilled glass, she sat forward and said "You know, sir ... all those generous tips you gave me ... with that, I bought a watch for my father, a saree for my mother, a suits for both my younger sisters..." the pride and joy evident in her eyes. I'd been tipping her with the sole intent of fucking her, and when I heard her speak with such uninhibited satisfaction about what she'd used the money for; I couldn't help but hate myself for the unscrupulous bastard that I was.
Watching her speak with an open heart, I wondered what kind of impression she would have formed about me. As she spoke, she adjusted herself in her chair to get more comfortable, and I saw her reach up to unbutton the top most button at the neck of her formal women's shirt, and then pull her collar forward to adjust her top to a more comfortable position. I was reminded of the first time that I'd met her, when I had taken Jigna to the store.
On that visit, I had noticed how she had left the top button of her shirt open in a similar fashion, and had automatically interpreted it to be a flirtatious, if not seductive, gesture. In my mind, I had automatically formed the stereotyped impression of her being an easy-lay; someone who'd willingly drop her pants provided I threw enough money at her.
But now, I was beginning to see her in an altogether different light. As adjusted the sleeves of her well fitting white formal top, I realized that the opening the button of the shirt was probably just to get comfortable, since the top was stretched taut across her firm breasts. Given that she was so attractive, she could have easily chosen to make some extra money by whoring herself with moneyed bastards like me.
But the more I was beginning to observe her, the more convinced I was about how wrong I had been in my assessment of her. It's a well know fact that sales girls are trained to titillate men, so that we loosen the strings of our purses, and become more generous that we otherwise are. Sapna's mannerisms in the store, were perhaps just that; a trained response when dealing with male customers.
I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized my mind had wandered off. I felt hand on my palm and shaking me gently. "Sir..." she enquired, a hint of a smile on her lips, as she gazed at me with something like amusement. "Uh, yes..." I responded, coming out of my reverie and sitting up in the chair. "I'm sorry, sir ... I didn't realize ... I have been boring you with my talk..." she said with an embarrassed smile.
Shaking my head, I sat forward, and taking her slender fingers in my hand, I said "No, Sapna ... you are not boring me ... I'm just happy that you are beginning to treat me like a friend now..." giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked into my eyes for a moment, as if trying to read them and figure out if I was for real.
Dropping her gaze to the empty chair on the other side, on which the bouquet which I'd given her lay, she said "Sir ... I'm the one who's grateful to you ... for treating me like a friend ... and not like a..." her tone sincere as left her sentence unfinished. There was an awkward silence, as I too didn't know what to say, my heart waging a raging battle with my mind.
Mercifully, the waiter arrived with main course, and we soon tucked into the delicious food, the wine having whetted our appetite. After the waiter left, having refilled our glasses once again, Sapna said to me "I'm so glad that you introduced me to wine, sir ... it's ... it's really nice..." smiling uninhibitedly for the first time that evening.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 50

Watching her smile, I realized that the wine had indeed loosened her up, and was probably giving her the kind of feel-good buzz that only good wine can give. "I'm glad you liked it..." I said simply, gazing at her fondly. As I watched her eat, I saw that her movements had become more languid, the wine starting to asset itself.
The rest of the evening progressed pleasantly enough, and by the time we finished dinner, I knew that I was going to sleep well that night, thanks to the excellent wine and the sumptuous food. As I was settling the bill, Sapna noticed the generous tip that I left behind, and commented "You're very kind, sir..." instantly associating herself with the waiters who had attended to us that evening.
"No, I'm just a spoilt brat living off his father's money..." I said with a wry grin as I stood up. As she too followed suit, she just looked at me with a mysterious smile, saying nothing. As we walked back, it was pleasantly cool outside, and the lush green property was swathed in moonlight. I saw Sapna wrap her arms around herself, and rub her arms.
"Feeling cold..." I asked her, smiling at her. "A bit..." she answered with a smile, letting out an involuntary shudder. The bamboo shed that served as the parking place, was deserted, and unlit except for a single ornate gas lamp. As we reached the bike, she turned towards me and said "Sir ... I don't know how to thank you ... I ... I have never had such a wonderful evening..." her expression serious as she searched for words.
"Oh, that's easy..." I replied with a smile " ... you just have to say 'Thank You'..." emitting a good natured chuckle. As she smiled wistfully at me, and pursed her lips, I reached out to touch her arm and said "Oh, come on, Sapna ... for a change you should perhaps try to see things from my perspective too ... on what a pleasure it is for me to have the company of a lovely person like you..." squeezing her shoulder gently.
She just gazed at my face, in the dim light of the gas lamp, her mind in some thoughts of her own. As she stood there, shifting from one leg to another, with her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, as a result of the chill, I decided that I was not going to do anything today to spoil the 'feel-good' mood.
Taking off my fine leather jacket, I wrapped it around her shoulders, even as I said "Here ... wear this ... we don't want you catching a cold on the bike, do we... ?" smiling at her good naturedly. As I put the jacket on her, patting her shoulders, she just looked at me wistfully, with an unreadable expression in her eyes.
As I looked into her eyes, I could see nothing but gratitude in them; perhaps coupled with the fear that such things that were too good to be true, seldom lasted. The poor girl was probably thinking about how different the worlds that she and I came from were.
"Sapna..." I said to her aloud, startling her out of her reverie. As she looked at my face, I said "Don't think too much, Sapna ... and try not to read too much into things ... sometimes it's better to take people at face value..." surprising myself with where this piece of philosophy came from. Perhaps, it was the wine, I surmised. Whatever prompted me to say that, it had the desired effect, for she suddenly shook her head, as if trying to clear her head of unwanted thoughts.
Smiling at me warmly, she said "Yes, sir..." pursing her lips, a trifle embarrassed that I had read her mind so easily. As I leaned against the tank of my bike, I added with a grin "But that doesn't apply to rich, mean assholes like me..." leaving her shaking her head incredulously. With a very somber look on her face, she took a step forward to come closer to me. Placing her hand on my fore arm, she said softly "Sir, please don't ever say that..." her tone so hurt that it made me wince.
Emitting a little laugh to lighten the mood, I began to say "Hey, I was..." only to be cut off by her again. "No, sir ... please don't ever say that ... not even as a joke..." her lips beginning to quiver, even as her voice became hoarse. In the dim light from that single gas lamp, it seemed to me like her eyes had become moist. "Girls..." I groaned to myself " ... you can never predict when they get emotional..." Wiping the grin off my face, I just watched her silently, standing there, with my jacket dbangd across her shoulders, clutching that bouquet of flowers to her chest as if it were the most prized possession in the world for her.
"Perhaps wine does this to girls..." I mused, watching the sexy 21-year old sales girl Sapna, who'd so reacted so unexpectedly to a bit of self deprecating humor from me. Desperately trying to think of something to say to lighten the mood, I said "Lucky flowers..." muttering under my breath. "What, sir... ?" she asked automatically, not having caught what I said. "Those flowers ... they are very lucky..." I said, grinning broadly once again, as I pointed towards the bouquet that she was holding clutched to her bosom.
"Why, sir... ?" she asked automatically, before realization dawned upon her. Blushing, she smiled, my little trick having paid off. "Even my jacket is luckier than me..." I added, realizing that flirting with her was the best way to get her mind off unwanted emotional baggage. She blushed again, and as she smiled, I felt latent lust beginning to simmer again. I was half expecting her to come back with some witty retort, but she stood there, smiling shyly, her eyes fluttering.
I glanced around to see if there was anyone else, and satisfied that there were no people in the vicinity, I reached out for her and pulled her into my arms. Leaning back against the bike, I held her slim, well-proportioned, firm body against mine, my pelvis pressed against her firm belly. As I held her in my arms and gazed into her eyes, I felt my cock stiffen inside my briefs, and I was sure that she felt it too.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, my face only inches away from hers. "Sir..." she whispered back, her breath hot on my face. With a soft groan, I pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her with passion. I felt her respond with fervor, wrapping her arms around my waist, and parting her lips to allow me to slide her tongue into her mouth. As I kissed her, I felt her push her pelvis towards me, the passion simmering inside her igniting. I felt her fingers dig into my waist, as a soft moan escaped her lips, even as I continued to kiss her with renewed vigor.
Pulling my lips away from her, I said "Sapna ... can you feel how much I am turned on by you... ?" my voice thick with arousal, as I pressed my stiffening cock to her pelvis. I saw her nod in the affirmative, too shy to speak. Reaching up to run my fingers along her ears, I asked "Does it bother you, Sapna ... how I feel about you... ?" my voice husky.
"No, sir..." she murmured, her voice catching in her throat. "Are you sure, Sapna... ?" I probed again, my fingers running down the side of her neck, causing her to close her eyes, and turn her head sideways. "Yes, sir ... I am sure..." she breathed out huskily, her fingers digging into my waist. My hard-on was beginning to ache inside my underwear, as it had been in a state of constant arousal since morning.
Sapna's eyelids were half closed, as she leaned against me, in the darkness of the parking lot; partly on account of the wine, and partly on account of her own arousal. She had a near perfect figure, which was accentuated by the well fitting formal black trousers and white formal top that she wore. Her medium sized 32-B breasts, encased in that well-shaped padded bra, strained against the fabric of her buttoned top, the open button at top giving me a glimpse of her cleavage.
I was leaning against the bike with my legs well spread out, and her standing between my outstretched legs, leaning against me. The way she stood there expectantly, was almost as if she had submitted herself to me totally, and was waiting for me to take her. Looking intently into her eyes, I gently placed my palm on the swell of her breasts.
Squeezing the firmness of her breasts through the shirt and her padded bra, I relished the feel of her supple 21-year old breasts. An involuntary shiver ran through her body, but she made no attempt to pull away. For me, there was something incredibly erotic about feeling up a young girl, outdoors in a public place like this. She watched my hand, as my fingers fumbled with the second button of her top, and finally opened it.
As I ran my palm across her chest, parting the shirt, her padded black bra came into view. My left hand was holding her by the small of her back, as I began to run my finger gently along the cup of her bra, feeling the smoothness of her skin. I threw one more glance towards the cobble-stoned path that led to the parking shed, and was relieved to find it devoid of any passer-byes. Slowly, I began to open all the buttons of her shirt one by one, till I had all of them open.
"Sir..." she whispered, almost helplessly, as she stood there in front of me, with the front of her white collared formal top fully open now. She had a lovely figure; her torso curving into a slender waist, before flaring out towards her well proportioned hips. Placing both my hands on the side of her waist inside the top, I squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of her bare abdominal flesh. Slowly, I slid my hand upwards, till they once again came to the swell of her breasts under the black padded bra.
She stood there, with her hands hanging limply by her side, her fists rolled into balls, as she let me play with her incredibly sexy body. Caressing her breasts through the thickly padded bra, I said to her "Sapna, you have a lovely figure..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank you, sir..." she replied automatically, still unable to let go of her formal mannerisms with me. Unable to control my desires any more, I quickly slid my hand behind her back, and began to fumble with the hook of her bra.
By the look on her face, I could see that she was alarmed, and she looked around nervously to check if anyone else could see us. I was having trouble opening the hooks of her bra, and seeing that, she reached behind her back herself, and helped me get the hooks open. As the hooks came undone, her bra became loose, and without wasting a moment, I pushed the cups of her bra up, baring her breasts to me.
Most girls who wore padded bras, usually had very poor breasts, and the pads were used to compensate for that. But Sapna was an exception. Her breasts were almost perfectly rounded, and were just the right balance between firmness and softness. Dark as her skin tone was, her lovely 32-B breasts were capped by a pair of reasonably large darker aereolas, and mouth wateringly erect black nipples.
As the cool night air caressed her bare breasts, she shivered involuntarily, hunching her shoulders, and clasped her hands together across her belly. "You have beautiful breasts, Sapna..." I said hoarsely, my eyes glued to her young bared tits. This time, she did not respond with her usual "Thank you, sir..." and only managed to let out a little sigh.
Reaching up, I gently placed my palms on her lovely breasts, relishing the incredibly firm softness of them. As my palm grazed against her aroused nipples, she shuddered involuntarily, and squeezed her eyes shut. Wrapping my arms around her back again, I leaned forward and rested my face against her breasts, relishing the feel of them against my cheek. "Oh, sir..." I heard her cry out softly, as her hands automatically moved to my head, and caressed my hair, nuzzling my face against her bosom.
I was tempted to squeeze her bared breasts roughly, and suck on the like crazy, but I wanted to be gentle and loving with her. Closing my eyes, I maneuvered my face to a postion where my lips grazed against her nipples. With a soft sigh, I thrust my tongue out and began to run it on her aroused nipples, eliciting another soft cry from her, and a tigheting of her grasp on my hair.
I was in such a tender state of mind, that I showered her breasts with all the love that I could, licking and sucking on them passionately, albeit with extreme tenderness. To her credit, she allowed me to feast on her tits to my heart's content, never complaining or attempting to pull away. When I finally pulled my face away from her breasts and straightened, I could see a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 51

As I gazed at her, standing there like subdued slave in front of me, with her shirt fully open and her bra pushed up above her breasts, allowing me to enjoy her lovely body in whatever way I deemed fit, I suddenly felt sorry for her. After all, wasn't this the reason I was being so nice to her. If she had not given herself to me, would I have been so kind to her?
As these uncomfortable questions assailed my mind, I turned to look away from her. "What happened, sir... ?" I heard her ask softly, her voice trembling. "Nothing, Sapna ... nothing..." I answered, shaking my head as I continued to look away. "Tell me, sir ... please..." she asked again, reaching out to touch my cheek and turning my face towards her again.
As I remained silent, consumed by my own conflicting thoughts, she said "Sir ... I will do anything you want..." her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Anything, sir..." she repeated, reaching down between our bodies and placing her hand on the bulge of my penis, inside my tight jeans and underwear. Such was the totally submissive tone of her voice that I felt something tug at the strings of my heart.
A lump came up in my throat, as I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. "Anything, Sapna... ?" I repeated; my tone a question. Nodding her head quietely, she answered "Yes, sir ... anything..." forcing a week smile to her lips. "Why, Sapna ... why... ?" I cried out in anguish, my face torn by the conflict that was raging inside me. She was silent for a moment, my outburst catching her off guard.
After a pause, she looked into my eyes, and said in a somber voice "I don't know, sir ... I don't know ... I just feel like it..." The simplicity and honesty of her answer made me want to hug her, and that is precisely what I did. With a groan, I reached out with both my arms and embraced her, holding her tight against me, her head cradled under my chin, and her breasts mashed against my torso.
"Oh, Sapna..." I groaned softly, continuing to hold her, as I placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks. I hated it when I found myself in such a state of mind, where my cock waged a battle with my heart. I was still very hard, and my erect cock which was bulging through the thick denim of my jeans, was pressed against her taut belly. But however much I wanted to rip open my fly and yank out my cock, I just couldn't get myself to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed her away gently from me, and held her at arms length. With a wry smile on my face, I began to push her bra back in place. As she looked at me incredulously, I reached behind her back, and this time somehow managed to get the hooks of her bra in place.
She stood there like a mute spectator, allowing me to do what I was doing, with a bewildered expression on her face. Realizing that my actions may end up conveying a rejection to her, I paused after I had hooked up her bra.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I said to her tenderly "Sapna, you are so lovely that I just want to possess you ... but..." unable to complete what I had set out to say. "But what, sir... ?" she asked gently, a curious expression on her face. "Nothing..." I muttered, shaking my head, and dropping my gaze.
As I began to silently button up her shirt, and smoothen the creases, I cleared my throat and said "It's not just about what I want, Sapna ... it's also about what you want..." I began, trying my best to explain to her why I had stopped. "But, sir ... I ... I also want..." she began to speak even before I could complete, as if protesting.
Cupping her sensuous dark face in my hands, I smiled wanly at her and said "Look, Sapna ... I wanted to meet you ... I called you out for dinner ... and I wanted to..." letting my eyes convey the rest. "So, today ... it's all been about what I want..." I continued, speaking to her in a soft gentle tone. "Maybe some other day ... if you want to meet me ... and if you feel like ... like how I am feeling today ... maybe then ... we will ... take it forward..." the last few words coming out in an embarrassed rush.
She kept looking at my face for a brief while, as if ,.ng over what I had just said. "OK, sir..." she said finally, dropping her gaze. She did not say anything beyond that, and so I asked "Sapna, do you understand what I'm trying to say... ?" my voice pained.
Raising her eyes to look at me, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest. Pursing her lips, she smiled at me and said "Yes, sir ... believe me ... I understand..." her eyes conveying to me that she really did. Tilting her head to one side, she lowered her gaze to my chest, and said "I have never met someone like you, sir ... someone so..." absent mindedly running her hands over my chest as she left her sentence unfinished.
I remained silent, and when she looked up at me, there was a look of such love in her eyes, that I felt like it was all worth it. That look did a whole world of good to my self esteem, and I felt the heaviness disappear from my heart. We stood there silently for a while, with her standing close to me, her hands on my chest.
After a while, I said "I better get you back to your hostel, Sapna ... before it's too late..." Nodding her assent, she simply said "Yes, sir..." and began to pull the jacket I had given her, over her arms. I kicked the bike to life, and as I put on the helmet, I was pleased to see her sit on the bike in the manner that guys did, with legs on either side.
"Let's go, sir..." I heard her say from behind me, even as she wrapped her arms around my belly, and held on to me tight, pressing her lovely firm breasts to my back. We rode back in relative silence to her hostel, and in the interest of privacy, I dropped her off a few blocks away from where her hostel was located.
As she got off the bike, clutching those flowers I had gifted her, she said to me softly "Sir, I don't know what to say to you ... no one ... no one has ever made me feel this special..." struggling to keep her voice steady. I could see that her eyes were moist, and as she blinked to keep herself in control, she said "I must have done something good in my life ... to deserve a person like you..." her voice thick with emotion, as she stood there by my side, clutching the flaps of the jacket that I had lent her.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. "If you don't mind, sir ... can I keep this jacket with me for a day... ?" she asked in a soft voice. Caught unawares by this strange request, I answered "Uh ... of course ... sure ... why not ... you can take it if you want..." fumbling with my words. At this she just smiled, and leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips, said "Good night, sir..."
Smiling at her, I replied "Good night, Sapna ... and thank you for the pleasure of your company tonight..." as I kick started my bike. Without waiting for her to reply, I engaged gear and rode off. As I swung my bike to the right at the intersection, I saw that she was still standing there in the deserted lane, wearing my jacket, and clutching that bouquet of flowers that I had given her, watching me go.
As I rode home, I let out a deep sigh, and said to myself "You have to be the strangest prick in this world, Jignesh ... taking out a girl to fuck her, getting her blouse open; and then leaving her standing in the street with a bunch of stupid flowers in her hand..." as I shook my head in disbelief at my own unpredictable temperament and behavior.
It was nearing 9:00 PM by the time I neared my colony, and as I slowed down the bike, I muttered to myself "Sorry, pal ... looks like you'll have to make do with my hand tonight..." addressing my cock, which was still throbbing painfully inside my underwear. Just as I was approaching the lane of my house, I spotted a solitary woman, wearing a Gujarati saree, walking ahead, clutching two plastic bags in her hand that seemed to be filled with vegetables, and some rice.
Noticing something familiar about her, I slowed down, and as I came closer, I realized that the woman was none other than Alkha bhabhi; that lovely 27-year old Gujarati housewife, whom Mayuri ben had introduced me to. Slowing the bike down as I came next to her, I pushed up the visor of my helmet, and said "Hello, bhabhi..." smiling at her through my helmet. Startled at someone coming up suddenly by her side on the road, she looked at me with alarm on her face. It took me a moment to realize that she probably couldn't recognize me in the dark, especially since I had the helmet on.
She was frightened at being accosted by a stranger on the street at this time of the night, and had begun to walk away quickly, when I called out to her "Bhabhi, it's me ... Jignesh..." even as I stopped the bike and took off my helmet. "Ohh ... Jignesh bhai ... I thought..." she exclaimed, the relief writ large on her incredibly fair face, when she saw that it was me. "I'm sorry I scared you, bhabhi..." I said with a little laugh, causing her to laugh too, the relief evident in her body language now.
"Come, bhabhi ... I will drop you..." I found myself saying automatically. "Oh, no ... it's OK ... I can walk..." she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my offer. "Oh, come on, bhabhi ... it's late ... and I promise I won't make you fall..." I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life. As I rode slowly, I asked "How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night, bhabhi... ?" wondering why she was out at this time.
"Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ... and he said he wanted to have pulaav..." she replied, referring to an Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices. "And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it..." she finished. "Hmm..." I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when she had a 7-month old infant to take care of.
As I stopped the bike in front of her house, she clambered off the bike with some difficulty, and said "Thank you very much, Jignesh bhai..." Aroused as I was, I found myself looking her over, admiring the heavy swell of her swollen breasts under the Gujarati-style saree that she was wearing. As I mumbled something absent mindedly, she asked "Have you had your dinner yet, Jignesh bhai... ?" smiling at me nervously, as she was distinctly uncomfortable with me being there especially when her husband was in the house.
 

[Heisenberg]

Part - 52

Before I could answer, the door swung open, and a man's voice called out "Who is it... ?" the tone challenging. The man, who stood there, was a thin scraggly fellow, probably in his mid-thirties, with unkempt stubble on his face, and wild disheveled hair that was in dire need of both a cut and a wash. His face was lean, with hollow sunken cheeks, and a crane-like neck, with a prominent Adam's apple.
He wore a tattered sleeveless vest, and a pair of loose baggy trousers that had definitely seen better days. By the scared expression on Alkha bhabhi's face, I could quickly make out that this was her asshole of a husband. "Uhh ... this is Jignesh bhai..." I heard Alka bhabhi explain to her husband, her voice trembling.
"Who Jignesh bhai..." her husband demanded, staring at me angrily, before turning on his wife again. "Jignesh bhai..." Alka bhabhi repeated her voice a plaintive plea " ... I told you about him, na..." she continued earnestly, walking up to him. As she walked up to him, I saw her saying something in a fierce whisper to her husband, her eyes blazing with fervor.
Suddenly, some sort of realization dawned upon the main, and his scraggly face creased into a broad grin, displaying a set of yellowed and tobacco-stained teeth. "Arreee ... Jignesh bhai ... why didn't you tell me before..." he exclaimed, chiding his wife, as if she'd not said that before. Opening the gate of their verandah, he practically ran towards me, and grabbing hold of my hand, shook in enthusiastically.
As he came close to me, I could make out that man was reeking of some cheap country liquor, the offensive smell mixing with that of the paan masala that he seemed to have his mouth filled with. "I am Kamlesh..." he said grinning from ear to ear, continuing to pump my hand, even as Alkha bhabhi stood there with a pained look on her face. Looking at him, I wondered how such a filthy man had managed to marry a lovely woman like Alka bhabhi.
"Arree ... why are you standing outside, sir ... please come in ... please..." Kamlesh bhai said, sounding so eager to please that I wondered what the hell was going on. "Uhh, no thanks ... I better go..." I answered with a polite smile. "Oh no, how can we allow that ... for so many years we have lived in the neighborhood ... and this is the first time you have honored us by your presence ... you must at least step in for a glass of water..." he went on effusively, bobbing his crane-like neck to and fro.
"Arree baba ... let Jignesh bhai be ... he must have work to do..." Alka bhabhi spoke up from behind, gauging my discomfiture, and trying to help me out. "You shut up, you silly woman..." Kamlesh bhai snapped at his wife " ... what work will he have at this time... ?" dismissing his wife. Turning to me again, he grabbed hold of my hand, and said "At least come in for some time ... have a glass of water please..." his tone so subservient that I could not refuse him.
"Oh, OK..." I answered with a smile, as I put the bike on its stand and followed him into their house. Alka bhabhi's husband was a tailor by profession, and they ran their little business from the house itself. As a result, the living room was converted into a makeshift tailoring shop, with a battered old sewing machine in one corner of the room, while pieces of cut cloth were lying scattered all over the room. There was practically no furniture in the living room except for single diwaan with a couple of old bolsters, and a few cheap plastic chairs.
The floor was strewn with little pieces of cloth, some cheap toys, and a battered old black & white TV was perched on top of a wobbly stool in one corner, the only channel available being Doordarshan. A little girl of about 3-years was sitting on the floor, watching TV, and upon seeing a stranger enter their house; she got up and hid behind her mother's saree. There was an old wooden cradle, with a cloth tied across it, and I presumed Alka bhabhi's second baby, was sleeping in it.
As I entered the room, Alkha bhabhi began to hastily clear the diwaan that also doubled up as a single cot, making place for me to sit. Today too, she was attired in a simple pale yellow cotton saree tied the Gujarati way, with a matching blouse under it.
As she bent forward to pick up the junk strewn across the cot, the pallu of her saree fell forward, and I was once again treated to the sight of her disproportionately large swollen 34-D breasts straining inside her blouse, her milky white fleshy belly, and those hips flaring out into a heavy voluptuous ass, so typical of Gujarati housewives especially after they have given birth to children.
I noticed that she was no longer wearing those red glass bangles that I'd seen adorning her milky white hands the other day. Instead they were replaced by a thick black plastic bangle on one hand; the other wrist being bare save for a red thread tied to an amulet. Flashing me a nervous smile, she muttered "Ohh, Jignesh bhai ... I am so sorry ... our house is in such a mess..." embarrassed at me having to see the condition they lived in.
Her husband had gone into the single bedroom in the house, and using the moment, I asked her softly "Bhabhi, your husband ... umm ... how does he know about me... ?" still unable to figure that out. She glanced at the bedroom door nervously before answering in a low voice "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... I am sorry ... I didn't want to tell him about you ... but what could I do ... he searched through my purse ... and found the money you had given me ... and demanded to know where I had got it from..." her words coming out rapidly, as she kept herself busy with picking up the stuff lying around in the room, and keeping an eye on the bedroom door at the same time.
Pausing for a breath, she continued "If I hand't told him ... he would have accused me of God only knows what ... and made life miserable for me ... so I told him that I had approached Mayuri ben for help ... and that she had spoken to you ... and that you had agreed to help us ... and that you had given her the money ... which she gave to me..." finishing her explanation. I rolled my eyes, as I thought to myself "Great ... now not only does this scumbag know about it ... but also the gossipy old Mayuri ben..." my annoyance evident on my face.
Seeing the expression on my face, Alkha bhabhi came up to me, and said "I'm very sorry, Jignesh bhai ... I'm very sorry ... I could not think of what else to tell him..." in a voice so apologetic that I instantly felt sorry for her. Smiling, I replied "Oh please, bhabhi ... why are you apologizing ... I was just curious..." putting a soothing tone to my voice. Just about then, Kamlesh bhai came out, buttoning up and old shirt.
As soon as he came in, he ordered Alka bhabhi "Arre, what are you doing here ... go inside and get some water for Jignesh seth..." making it a point to refer to me a seth. As Alka bhabhi went into the kitchen quietly, he invited me to sit on their diwaan, while he himself sat on one of the plastic chairs. As Alka bhabhi came out carrying a glass of water in a tray, he said "Saheb ... Alka told me about the big upkaar you have done for us..." putting on a sufficiently subservient tone.
As I took the glass from Alkha bhabhi, I just smiled wanly at him. "At first, I scolded her for troubling you ... but then later I thought ... after all, aren't neighbours supposed to help each other ... what to you say, seth... ?" he continued, continuing to grin like an idiot, annoying me further. "And Bhagwaan has sent big people like you to this world ... to help small people like us only, na ... what do you say, seth... ?" he continued. I nodded my assent, and mumbled something in assent.
After the heavy meal, I was feeling very thirsty, and asked Alka bhabhi for another glass of water. As she went into the kitchen, Kamlesh bhai slid his chair closer to me, and leaning forward, said "Seth ... why don't you do one thing ... why don't you buy this house from our landlord ... then you can get the rent, na ... instead of that haraami..." dropping his voice to a conspiratory level.
"What do you say, seth... ?" he prompted for the umpteenth time; something which was beginning to get on my nerves. "What a conniving, bastard..." I thought to myself. Before I could respond, Alka bhabhi came into the room, and I used the opportunity to change the topic. Looking at her, I said "I am sure you to have start your cooking now, bhabhi ... so I will take your leave now..." rising up from where I sat, and handing her the empty glass.
Before she could say anything, her husband jumped out of his chair, and catching hold of my hand said "Arre ... how can we let you go so soon, saheb ... after all this is the first time you have come to our gareebkhaana..." trying his level best to hold on to me for some more time.
As I began to protest, he cut me off by saying "Nahi, nahi ... how can I allow that ... I am a poor man ... but my wife cooks well ... and after all ... you are alone also now na, seth ... what will you go home and eat now..." dragging me inside once again. I protested again and told him that I'd eaten out and was not at all hungry, but he was in no mood to listen to me. "Arre, seth ... you are a jawaan mard ... I am sure you will have some place in your stomach for our simple khaana..." he insisted, smiling ingratiatingly again.
Perplexed, I looked at Alka bhabhi, who was also looking at me with a helpless expression on her face. I felt sorry for this lovely woman, who was cursed to live with this useless son-of-a-bitch for the rest of her life. As both of them looked at my face, waiting for my answer, I quickly made up my mind, and said "OK ... but only if Alka bhabhi promises me that she will not make anything else apart from the pulaav that she was planning to make..." looking in the direction of Alka bhabhi with a smile.
"Arre ... how can that be..." her husband began to protest, but I cut him off. "I will stay back only on that condition, Kamlesh bhai..." I said with a smile, but in a firm tone that let him know that I was not going to entertain any more discussion on that. "Sure, seth ... sure ... whatever you say..." agreeing to me immediately, as he ordered the poor Alka bhabhi to go in and start cooking immediately.
"Asshole..." I muttered under my breath, hating the man more and more with each passing moment. Before Alka bhabhi went into the kitchen, she gave me a grateful smile that conveyed more than words ever could. I sat down on the cot once again, and began to play with their shy 3-year old daughter, trying to befriend her. Kamlesh bhai had followed his wife into the kitchen, and I could hear him arguing about something with his wife, but I couldn't make out the words.
I could hear Alka bhabhi whispering to him fiercely, and he responding to it angrily. After a few moments, he came out of the room. I ignored him, and continued to play with the little girl, who was still too shy to be comfortable with strangers.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 53

From the corner of my eyes, I could make out that he was fidgeting around, as if wanting to speak to me about something. But I continued to igrnore him. Finally I heard him clear his throat, and say "Umm, Jignesh bhai ... I ... umm ... was wondering if you would be kind enough to ... errr ... have a ... umm ... you know ... a small one ... with me... ?" smiling sheepishly, even as he made the sign of a small peg with his thumb and forefinger.
Seeing the reluctance on my face, he came forward, and said "I know big people like you drink only the English stuff ... and if you want I can go and get it for you..." grinning sheepishly again. "Umm, no thanks, Kamlesh bhai..." I replied smoothly, smiling at him, and speaking loud enough for my reply to be heard by Alka bhabhi in the kitchen too. His face fell when I declined, and I could see the conflict raging through his mind.
I was sure that he drank his country stuff every night, and was probably wondering how he could drink in my presence. Now that I had anyways agreed to wait till Alka bhabhi prepared the food, I thought that I might as well make it easier for him and me. "But please feel free to have your drink, Kamlesh bhai ... I will give you company with some nimbu paani..." I said with a smile.
A bulb seemed to have suddenly come on in his face, for his face lit up with joy, as he beamed, exclaiming "Oh, that is very kind of you, seth..." grinning from ear to ear again. "I am a poor man, seth ... I only drink desi daaru ... but my man also supplies beer ... can I get some beer for you, seth... ?"
His calling me "seth" time and again was beginning to get on my nerves, and just to get rid of him for some time, I said "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... whatever you say ... just stop calling me 'seth' please..." trying to sound as polite as possible. "Oh, ok ... sure ... whatever you say, seth..." her replied, before breaking up into a cackling laugh at his own gaffe.
He hung around; scratching the back of his head, and it took me a while to realize what he was waiting for. Reaching for my wallet, I extracted two five hundred rupee notes from his wallet, and thrust it into his hand. Taking it from me with a sheepish grin, he glanced at it surreptitiously before exclaiming "Oh, I don't need this much, seth..." once again calling me that.
Pressing my forefinger to my lips, I winked at him conspiratorily, and said "Keep it..." flashing him a knowing smile. He beamed at that, and nodding his head enthusiastically, thrust the money into his shirt pocket. "I'll be back in a flash..." he exclaimed as he practically rushed out of the house, checking himself just in time, and not calling me 'seth' again. Heaving a sigh of relief, I headed back into the living room of the house. I saw the little girl staring at me wide-eyed, shy, yet curious.
Smiling at her, I searched my pocket for some candy, and finding one, offered it to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw that, and she came forward tentatively. Snatching the candy from my hand, she was about to turn around and run, when I caught her and lifted her in my arms. She squirmed and giggled when I tickled her, and carried her into the kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing a meal for her undeserving husband.
Upon seeing her daughter being carried by me, Alka bhabhi smiled at me warmly, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Has he gone... ?" she asked me in a resigned tone, referring to her husband. "Yes..." I replied with a wry smile on my face. She opened her mouth to say something, but then checked herself, and kept silent, shrugging her shoulders.
Walking up to the platform, where she was washing the rice, I said "Bhabhi ... I knew he wanted to drink ... and if I had said no ... I know he would have taken out his frustration on you ... that's why I agreed..." by way of explanation. "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to explain anything to me ... I know that whatever you do ... will be keeping my interests in mind..." she replied, looking sideways at me with a resigned yet grateful expression on her face.
Clad in that pale yellow saree, with the pallu tied around her slender yet fleshy waist, her swollen breasts straining inside that blouse, and her milky white skin shining with perspiration, she looked immensely desirable to me.
Visions of her in my house, feeding me her milk-swollen breasts, taking my slimy cock in between them, sucking on my cock, and allowing me to cum in her mouth, flashed before my eyes, and I felt my cock harden instantly. Guitily, I lowered the child on to the floor, who trotted away into the living room immediately.
With the two of us in the kitchen, Alka bhabhi also seemed to be thinking of the same thing, for she suddenly said "Jignesh bhai ... I haven't told my husband that ... that I had come to your house..." her voice faltering, keeping her eyes away from mine. "I told him that I have met you only once ... at Mayuri ben's house ... on her daughter's birthday..." she added, still avoiding looking at me.
"I understand bhabhi..." I said simply, realizing how awkward it was for her to say this. "A soft heart and a hard cock are a lousy combination..." I thought to myself, as I realized how I was yet again torn between my lust for this incredibly desireable 27-year old lactating housewife, and my empathy for her situation. "And I'm very sorry for having put you in this situation, Jignesh bhai..." I heard her saying, turning to look at me once again. "What situation, bhabhi... ?" I asked, daring her to explain.
Embarrassed, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand once again, before replying "Now you have seen what my husband is like, Jignesh bhai ... and all I can do is say sorry to you for his behavior..." her eyes downcast. "Oh, no ... there's a lot more you can do, bhabhi..." I replied, chuckling to lighten the mood. As she looked up at me questioningly, and saw me smiling, her lovely pale face lit up with a shy smile.
Glancing at the open door of the living room, I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her slender yet fleshy waist. Pressing my hard cock bulging inside my jeans against her ample fleshy bottom, I placed the palms of my hand on her fleshy belly. I saw the color rush to her cheeks immediately, as she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the kitchen.
"Don't worry, bhabhi..." I whispered into her ear " ... I was just teasing you..." as I smiled good naturedly. "I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me to enjoy the food cooked by your own hands..." I said softly, as I let go off her belly, and squeezed her wet hands, planting a soft kiss on her flushed cheeks.
"Ohh..." she breathed, as I let go of her, and stepped back, smiling at her warmly. I knew that she would have had her heart in her mouth for a moment, at my bold move, and there was something like relief and immense fondness writ all over her face, as she blushed, and smiled shyly at me; unable to say anything. "Come on ... let me help you ... I am quite good at cutting vegetables..." I said with a laugh, dispersing the nervous energy in the room.
She protested vehemently, but I eventually convinced her to let me cut the vegetables she needed for the pulaav. I was still in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables, when Kamlesh bhai returned, clutching two black plastic bags under his armpit. He came straightaway into the kitchen, and shoved a few bottles of beer into their antiquated second-hand refrigerator, that was bursting at its seams.
"Arree..." he exclaimed when he saw what I was doing " ... you have put our guest to work in the kitchen... !" chiding his wife. "Oh, I told him not to ... so many times ... but he just wouldn't listen..." Alka bhabhi exclaimed in a mock exasperated tone, albeit with a fond smile on her lovely face.
Her husband was quick to open a bottle of beer for me, and pour it into a glass, while he poured a stiff measure of the strong smelling country liquor for himself, grinning at me sheepishly as he did that. I spent the next half an hour or so with him in the living room, sipping slowly on the insipid beer, even as he got himself quite drunk on his own poison.
By the time Alka bhabhi served him dinner, he was quite high, and beginning to get overtly garrulous. He staggered as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he returned after splashing water on his face, I could see that his sunken eyes were bloodshot. While having dinner, he threw a tantrum at his wife, on the salt being a bit too much in the yogurt-based salad that she'd prepared; to to my shock, flung the bowl to one corner of the room, mouthing obscenities at her.
The poor Alka bhabhi took all of this silently, used as she must have been to his drunken artrocities in the house. However, I could not miss the embarrassment on her face, at being humiliated like this in front of me. Even their 3-year old little daughter was silent through out, staring at both her parents, in wide-eyed fear. I was anyways full, and therefore did not eat much, and the momentI saw that the little girl was through with her food, I excused myself and stood up.
I carried the empty plates into the kitchen, and got the little girl to wash her hands. She had warmed up to me by now, and was not so apprehensive any more. So disgusted was I by Alka bhabhi's boorish behavior that I decided I needed some fresh air. I told them that I would take their daughter out for a stroll, and buy her some ice-cream.
The kid's face brightened up at the mention of ice-cream, and she willingly came along with me. I saw Alka bhabhi give me a grateful glance, just as I stepped out of the house, even though her eyes were moist with tears.
I walked up to a near-by store that remained open till late in the night, and bought some ice-cream. As I walked back, the 3-year old toddler, clutching my finger, I wondered what the hell I was doing here, with this family, which to me seemed beyond salvation. When we got back, the girl ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I'd bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.
Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked with a stupid grin "Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer... ?" his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. "Don't mind, OK seth ... I will just finish this before I go to sleep..." he slurred, waving his nearly empty bottle of hooch. I just gave him a forced smile, and stretched my back.
I'd been out more than half the day, and my back was beginning to ache. And with half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of beer inside me, I too was beginning to feel sleepy. As I yawned, I heard Kamlesh bhai yell at his wife "O Alka ... go make the bed for Jignesh bhai ... he is tired now ... and he wants to sleep..." staggering up from his cot, and fetching some paan masala from his shelf. Hearing his shout, Alka bhabhi came rushing out of the kitchen, the surprise writ large over her face.
Motiong to her with my eyes to ignore what he'd just said, I got up and said to him "No, Kamlesh bhai ... please don't bother ... I will just go home and sleep..." His mouth full of that paan masala, he shook his head in his drunken stupor, and said "No, sir ... no way ... you are tired ... and you have had beer to drink ... so it is not safe for you to go home alone now ... so you will sleep here tonight..." staggering on his feet, and his speech slurred.
"But why are you forcing him ... when he doesn't want to..." I heard Alka bhabhi protest, her voice indignant. "Shut up ... you stupid bitch..." Kamlesh bhai roared at her, shouting out so loud that their 7-month old baby, who was sleeping in the cradle all this while, startled, and started wailing.
"Oh, God ... help me..." I heard Alkha bhabhi cry out in anguish, as she rushed to the cradle and picked up her wailing baby. Clutching the baby to her bosom, she looked at me through teary eyes, before rushing back into the kitchen.
Staggering up to me, Kamlesh bhai placed a bony hand on my shoulder and muttered "Ignore her, seth ... you please accept my humble invitation ... to give you shelter for the night in my humble abode..." his speech melodramatic in his drunkenness.
As I began to protest, he shook his head adamantly, and folding his hands in melodramatic placation, almost begged me "Please, seth ... I insist ... otherwise I will feel that you do not consider me your friend..." bowing his head in front of me, and being persistent the way drunks could be.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 54

 

I mulled over it for a minute before coming to a conclusion. I could have chosen to walk out, but I wasn't sure how much of it this drunken bastard would remember when he woke up tomorrow morning. I did not want to hurt his lousy sentiments much, because I had a vested interest in his wife. Moreover, given what I had seen so far, I was apprehensive of what more he would subject his poor wife to, if I refused his ask, and went home.
Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded my head and said quietly "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... but I'm doing this only because I respect you..." giving him an expressionless look. "Arre waah..." he exclaimed, his bloodshot eyes lighting up, as he took my hands in his, and kissed it effusively. Disgusted, I pulled my hands away, just as Alkha bhabhi came back into the living room, carrying her baby, whom she'd managed to put back to sleep.
Even though she seemed to have washed her face, I could see that her eyes were red, as were her nose and cheeks. Upon sighting her, Kamlesh bhai announced "Did you hear that, darling..." suddenly transformed into a loving husband " ... Jignesh bhai has said that he will sleep here ... what I told you... ?" he finished, as if berating her for challenging his intellect, even as he gloated at her. As she looked at me, with that pained look in her eyes, her eyes conveying her utter helplessness, I just nodded at her subtely, and gave her a reassuring smile.
In the midst of all this commotion, the little girl had quietly curled herself into a ball on the floor, and gone to sleep. I shook my head in disbelief, wondering how that girl was coping with the madness in this house. Instinctively, I went and picked her up in my arms gently, taking care not to wake her up. "Oh, leave her..." I heard Kamlesh bhai call out from behind me. But I ignored him completely, and cradling the child's head on my shoulder, I turned to Alka bhabhi and asked her softly "Where does she sleep, bhabhi... ?" my voice tender.
Alka bhabhi looked at me with a wistful look that conveyed a whole bunch of emotions, ranging from frustration and helplessness at the situation, to immense love and gratitude at my empathy. "Inside..." she said softly, her voice hoarse in her throat, as she silently walked into their bedroom.
The single bedroom in their house was practically bare, save for a battered old metal cupboard, a couple of thin cotton mattresses rolled up in one corner, on top of a battered old aluminium trunk, and one old bed, which was just a little bit bigger than a single bed. Reaching behind the door, she switched on a tiny night lamp that was plugged into a standard socket on the switch board that swathed the room in a pale milky white light, which was just a bit brighter than the light emitted by a mosquito repellent.
Bending down, she dragged out a thin cotton mattress, and quickly spread it out on the floor. She then proceeded to cover the mattress with an old bedsheet that had also been rolled into the mattress. Propping up a pair of battered old lumpy cotton pillows, she looked up at me and said softly "You can lay her down here, Jignesh bhai..." I moved forward, and getting down on my knees set the little girl gingerly down.
She immediately turned to her side, and curled up in a feotal position. As I covered the little girl with a thin bedsheet, I saw Alka bhabhi looking at me with a somewhat sad expression on her face. When she caught my look, she blinked rapidly before reaching out to clutch my hand. "Jignesh bhai..." she spoke, as her voice caught in her throat " ... I don't know what to say to you..." shaking her head, as her lush pink lips quivered, and a large tear drop rolled down her cheek. "Hushhh..." I shushed her, reaching out to place my arm across her shoulder, and caressed her back gently.
It was as if a dam had broken, for suddenly I felt her body being wracked with sobs, as she clutched my arms, in that kneeling position and she clutched my arm with her fingers, as if hanging on for dear life. "Not now, bhabhi ... not now..." I said to her, holding her head to my shoulder in my own keeling positon, as I caressed her back in an attempt to soothe her. After a minute, her sobs subsided, and she let go of my hand. Straightening her head, she wiped her tears, and looked at me. Seeing me smile, she too forced a smile to her face.
As I stood up, she followed suit, and we both walked back to the living room, Alka bhabhi immediately going into the kitchen to avoid letting her husband see her teary-eyed face. "Arree ... atleast give him a lungi to wear..." Kamlesh bhai practically yelled across the room, as he saw his wife scurrying into the kitchen. "Don't bother ... I am fine..." I told him " ... I am used to sleeping my my jeans..." forcing a smile on my face.
"How can you be comfortable in that ... you must change..." he slurred. I realized there was no point in arguing with a drunken man, and agreed. Hearing him call out to her once again to give me a lungi, Alka bhahi came out of the kitchen and silently went into the bedroom. She came out a few moments later, carrying an old lungi that had definitely seen better days. "I'm sorry ... this is the only clean one I have..." she said softly under her breath, as she looked at me with eyes downcast, ashamed of their miserable situation. "It's fine, bhabhi..." I said softly, making it to touch her fingers, as I took the garment from her hand.
As I went into the bedroom to change, Kamlesh bhai followed me, staggering and holding on to the walls for support. As I slipped of my shirt and jeans, and wrapped the lungi around my waist, he said "You sleep here only, Jignesh bhai ... this room is much cooler ... and that mattress is the most comfortable..." swaying on his feet, as he stood at the bedroom door. Before I could protest, he added "I will sleep there..." pointing to the diwaan in their living room.
Realizing there was no point arguing with him on anything, I just said "OK ... as you wish..." hoping he'd leave me in peace. He stood there for some more time, his drunken mind trying to think of something else to say. Finally, he asked me "Is there something else you need, seth..." his speech so slurred that I could barely make out what he was saying.
I was tempted to say "Yes, I want you to fuck off and leave me and your wife in peace..." but all I said was "Yes ... I'd like a bottle of water please..." knowing that I would wake up in the night, thirsty after having alcohol in my bloodstream. "Alka... " Kamlesh bhai yelled, and staggered off towards the kitchen, ostensibly to order his wife to get me the bottle of water I had asked for.
With a sigh, I sat down on the bed, and fell back against the pillows, wondering once again, how the hell I had managed to get myself into this situation. Letting out a loud sigh, I pulled my legs, and lay down on the bed, giving my aching back some much needed relief. As I lay down, my hand automatically went to my cock, which though aching, was no longer hard. As my hand slid under the lungi, and gently squeezed my aching cock through my damp underwear, my thoughts went to the suppressed, but achingly lovable Alka bhabhi.
As I reminisced about how lovingly she had fed me her luscisous ripe milk-swollen breasts, and the ardor with which she had sucked on my cock, I felt my cock hardening. But at the same time, my thoughts were also drawn to her tear streaked face, and the way her ungrateful drunk husband had flung that bowl of salad across the room in front of me, just because he found the salt a bit too much for his taste.
I groaned to myself, and jerked my hand away from my cock, unable to conjure up thoughs of lust about her. Shaking my head, I found myself laughing at the irony of my situation. Today had been a day that had tested my patience to the limit; starting with the groping session with the two delectable young teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan, followed by that lovely evening with the sexy 21-year old sales girl Sapna, which culminated in much emotion and nothing else; and now getting caught in the rather tragic domestic situation of the immensely desireable 27-year old Alka bhabhi.
"Serves you right, you horny bastard..." I thought to myself, finding myself smiling at the irony of my own situation. Hearing some footfalls, I jerked my hand away from under the lungi. It was just in time, for Alka bhabhi came into the room. As I sat up in the bed quickly, pulling the lungi down, she came up to the side of the bed. She was holding a bottle of water in her hand, and placing it on the floor near the head of the bed, she said "Water..." her voice so faint I barely heard her.
"Thank you, bhabhi..." I replied softly, watching her intently. She stood there silently near the bed, silhouetted against the light that streamed in from the living room, clutching her hands, as if contemplating about something to say. In the light coming from behind her, I could clearly make out the curvy shape of her deliciously curvy body. She had a naturally curvy body, neither thin nor fat, and the two pregnancies had added just about the right amount of fleshiness to her body.
I could see the outline of her swollen breasts encased inside that tight pale yellow blouse under the pallu of her saree, disproportionately large when compared to her relatively slender torso. I could also see the outline of her relatively slender waist, with a moderate amount of flab on her belly on account of the two pregnancies, which flared out into incredibly wide hips, and a delicious bulbous ass.
Just as I wondered, what she was thinking about, Kamlesh bhai staggered into the bedroom. Alka bhabhi swiftly turned around to leave, and walked past him out of the bedroom. "Arre ... sahib..." he slurred drunkenly " ... you are still awake..." seeing me sitting on the bed. Without waiting for me to answer, he staggered to the metal cupboard in the room and yanked it open.
I saw him rummaging for something inside, and after a while, he called out aloud for his wife. Alka bhabhi came into the room, an exasperated look on her face, as she exclaimed "Now what... ?" Turning to look at her with irritation, he asked gruffly "Where's my lungi... ?" I watched silently, as Alka bhabhi walked up to the cupboard silently, and handed him his lungi.
Even as I watched, he pulled off his shirt and flung it in one corner of the room. Opening the buckle of his baggy shapeless trouser, he let it drop to around his ankles, and kicked it to another corner of the room. He wore a pair of dirty gray underwear underneath, that was cut like boxers, accentuating his skinny spindly legs.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 55

"Good night, Jignesh bhai..." he muttered to me drunkenly, as he staggered out of the room, without waiting for me to respond. As soon as he left, Alka bhabhi came into the room. Coming up to me, she said softly "Jignesh bhai ... can you help me bring my baby into the room... ?" her voice hesitant as she asked me that.

Not fully understanding what she meant, I immediately answered in the affirmative none the less, and followed her out into the living room. Her husband was lying sprawled on the cot there, watching some old Hindi film songs playing on their battered old black & white TV, absent mindedly scratching his groin area; a habit very common among some of these rustic folks.
I watched as Alka bhabhi reached into the cradle, where here 7-month old baby lay fast asleep, and picked her up in her arms. Turning to me, she requested me to help her move the cradle into their bedroom, visibly embarrassed at having to trouble me for that, when her husband was in the house.
As I lifted the old wooden cradle, and moved it into the bedroom, I saw her looking at her husband, lying sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed, and barely aware of what was going on around him. Having got the cradle inside, Alka bhabhi once again lay her baby in it, and gently patted the baby to sleep, rocking the cradle gently.
After she left, I took another swig of water from the bottle and lay back on the bed once again. I could hear Alka bhabhi tidying up in the kitchen, as she went about washing the dirty utensils, and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. So tired was I that I didn't realize when I slept off, and I was suddenly woken up by the sound of an infant crying.
Startled by the sound, I woke up groggily, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, and someone had thoughtfully put a sheet over me. My eyes automatically went to the illuminated dial of my chronograph, and I realized that it was well past midnight. That meant that I had been asleep for more than an hour.
The house was dark except for the soft glow thrown by that tiny night lamp plugged into the wall socket. The sound that had woken me up was the crying of Alka bhabhi's 7-month old baby. As I watched through half open eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi, who'd been sleeping on the thin mattress laid on the floor, alongside her 3-year old daughter, sit up slowly.
Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly stepped across her sleeping daughter, and picked up her baby from the cradle, muttering soft sweet nothings to the infant under her breath. Picking up the baby, she sat down on the floor, cross-legged, cradling the baby in her lap, and rocking her to and from, hushing her softly from time to time.
By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness in the room, and in addition to the soft glow bathing the room from the night lamp, I realized that I could see much more clearly, on account of the light streaming in from the partly open window of the bedroom, the source being a neon street lamp, outside their window.
The window was just above the bed on which I lay, and as a result the light from the street lamp fell directly on her, keeping me in the shadows. Through half open eyes, I saw her throw a quick glance at me, before reaching reaching under the pallu of her saree. It was then that I realized that Alka bhabhi was about to breastfeed her baby, as the infant had probably woken up for her nightly feed.
My mind was fully alert by now, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen almost immediately, trapped as it was between me and bed, as I lay on my belly, my face turned towards the inside of the room, away from the window. As I waited with bated breath, my heartbeat quickening, Alka bhabhi quickly undid the bottom two hooks of her pale yellow cotton blouse, and in one practiced motion, pulled up the cup of her cheap cotton bra, to bare her left breast.
As she pulled up the pallu of her saree for a brief moment to bring her crying baby's mouth to her mammary gland, I caught a fleeting glance of her milk-swollen milky white left breast, in the dim light of the street lamp outside.
That one glimpse was enough for my stiffening cock to twitch under me, hardening considerably, before I heard the baby's cries being replaced by hungry suckling sounds, as she fed her thick nipple into the infant's mouth. I could not see the baby feeding, as she had drawn the pallu of her saree across her child, more from habit than anything else.
Once or twice, I heard the baby beginning to cry again, the nipple probably slipping out of her mouth, but was quickly silenced by Alka bhabhi, who reached under her saree, and adjusted her breast to allow the baby to feed.
After a while, I saw Alka bhabhi reach under her saree again, and pull her bra up the other breast also, and turn her baby around in her lap to feed her from the other teat. Once again, as she did that, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her swollen milky white breasts, capped by large light brown, almost pinkish, thick nipples, which were so characteristic of young lactating mothers.
My cock was painfully hard inside my briefs now, and I found myself involuntarily pressing it against the firm cotton mattress. Suddenly, I heard someone cough and my eyes were drawn to the open door of the bedroom. Framed in the door way was the unmistakable figure of Alka bhabhi's husband, Kamlesh bhai.
He stood in the doorway, clad in his tattered old sleeveless vest and that lungi tied loosely, well above his waist. Hearing his cough, I saw that Alka bhabhi's glance was also drawn to him. As he stood at the door, gently swaying from side to side, his left hand holding the door frame, I noticed that his right hand was between his legs, idly scratching his groin.
"Do you need something... ?" I heard Alka bhabhi ask him in a soft whisper, the irritation in her tone unmistakable, even as she continued to breastfeed her baby. I heard him grunt something inaudible, before he walked into the center of the room slowly, swaying a bit. It was when he came into the area that was illuminated by the faint light from the window, that I was able to see him clearly. What I saw caused my heart to skip a beat, and my mouth to go dry.
Her drunken husband had not been scratching his groin, but had been idly stroking his partly erect cock! In the neon light streaming from the open window, I saw that his very slender, but reasonably long cock, was partly erect, and he was stroking the shaft slowly, using his thumb and forefinger. I saw a pained look come on Alka bhabhi's face, as she threw a quick glance in my direction, obviously worried about my waking up.
As Kamlesh bhai approached Alka bhabhi, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cradling her baby in her lap as she breastfed the child, she looked up at him and hissed "What are you doing... !!!" the shock and disgust evident in her fierce whisper. Once again, her husband just muttered something under her breath, and came up to stand inches away from her.
Pulling his loosely tied lungi open toward one side, he continued to stroke his slowly hardening cock, a stoned look on his face, as he swayed slowly from side to side. Taking a step towards her, and almost thrusting his thin stiffening cock in her face, I heard him grunt "Choos..." ordering her to suck on his cock! I had never in my life seen a more perverted scene.
A drunk husband, holding his cock in his hand, standing in front of his wife; who was sitting on the floor, breastfeeding her recently born baby; and ordering her to suck on his cock simultaneously. "Pleasee ... what are you doing..." I heard the poor Alka bhabhi beseech her husband in a plaintive whisper, as she turned her face away in disgust.
As I watched dry mouthed, Kamlesh bhai grabbed hold of the bun of hair roughy, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth again! The helpless Alka bhabhi resisted this, turning her face from side to side, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth twisted with distaste, shock, and hurt.
"Chooos, sali ... or I will..." I heard that disgusting asshole grunt gruffly, as he yanked his wife's head back roughly by the bun of her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his not fully erect snake-like cock swaying inches away from her lips. "Please ... please ... let me atleast finish feeding her..." was Alka bhabhi's piteous whispered cry, as I witnessed the humiliation she was being subjected to by her filthy husband.
For some reason, he swayed back, letting go of Alka bhabhi's hair. He staggered back a step drunkenly, and stood there, stroking his slender cock slowly with just his thumb and forefinger. Mercifully, the baby seemed to have had her full, for the suckling sounds had ceased, and I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing.
With a sickened expression on her face, I saw Alka bhabhi, gingerly pick up her sleeping child and place her in the cradle. Her drunk husband watched this without any expression on his face, continuing to play with his thin cock, in some desperate attempt to get it hard.
As Alka bhabhi, straightened, after having put her child back to sleep, Kamlesh bhai grunted "Choos..." once again. Still on her knees, Alka bhabhi looked up at her husband, and whispered "Go out please ... I wil come there..." once again throwing a nervous glance at the sleeping form of her 3-year old daughter, as well as me.
Suddenly, I saw Kamlesh bhai raise his right hand, and slap the pleading Alka bhabhi right across her milky white plumpish cheeks. The sound of him slapping sounded like a whiplash in the dead silence of the night, and I felt my heart nearly stop. I desperately wanted to jump out of the bed, and punch that sick bastard's teeth down his throat, but managed to control myself with a lot of effort.
Gritting my teeth, I watched silently, as I lay there seething on the bed. Upon being slapped so violently, Alka bhabhi was too stunned to react for a moment. It took for few seconds for her to lift her hand to feel her cheek, which I was sure was smarting from the stinging slap. In the dim light from the neon street lamp, I saw her body heave, as she suppressed a sob.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 56

Without giving her any time to react, he grabbed hold of her face once again by her chin, and lifting it up roughly, growled "How many times do I have to tell you... ?" his words slurring once again, as he held his cock in his other hand, and thrust it towards her face again. I watched mesmerized, as the lovely Alka bhabhi, knelt in front of her drunken husband, and wordlessly opened her mouth to take his filthy snake-like cock inside!

As he grabbed hold of her head once again, and roughly thrust his cock into her mouth, I heard a an audible gasp escape the lush pink lips of Alka bhabhi's mouth, as she involuntarily gagged on his cock. I heard him emit a low throaty groan, as he thrust his pelvis forward, sending his snaky cock slithering into her mouth.
"Choos saali..." I heard him grunt for the umpteenth now, as he held on to the back of her head with one hand, jerking his pelvis back and forth in jerky, uncontrolled movements. In the dim light streaming from the window, I could see how the poor Alka bhabhi's face was twisted grotesquely in disgust, as her husband forced her to suck on his cock, right infront of the sleeping forms of his baby, daughter, and a guest!
Even as I watched though my half open eyes, I saw him reach out with his left hand and yank the pallu of her saree off her shoulder. Alka bhabhi had not put her blouse and bra back in place after feeding her baby, and as her husband roughly pulled the pallu of her saree off her shoulder, I was presented with the view of her swollen milky white milk laden breasts dangling from under the pushed up cups of her cheap cotton bra, the blouse held in place across her chest by a solitary hook.
Thrusting his hand down towards her lush full ripe breasts, I saw Kamlesh bhai tug at her blouse, causing the hook to snap. Bending forward slightly, I saw him grab her disproportionately swollen 34-D breasts, and squeeze them roughly, eliciting an audible cry of pain from Alka bhabhi's mouth, which was stuffed with his rapidly enlarging cock.
Continuing to thrust his stiffening cock into her helpless mouth, he simultaneously began to palm and cup her heavy milk laden dangling breasts, roughly pinching those thick pinkish brown erect nipples occasionally.
Without warning, he yanked his cock out of her mouth, and took a step back. Impatiently, he tugged at his lungi, even as he swayed from side to side, and flung it aside. As he stood there, with his slender cock protruding like an thin angry snake from between his spindly legs, I realized that he was now going to fuck her!
Despite the perversion and cruelty of what was being played out right in front of my eyes, I realized that I was also extremely aroused, and my cock was painfully hard now. He grunted something to her, and I heard her plead with him in a painful whisper "Please ... not now ... not here ... he may wake up..." pointing with her hand in my direction, even as he begged with him on her knees.
In addition to being stone drunk, Kamlesh bhai was now also mad with lust, as he ignored her pleas, and just bent forward to roughly push her down on the floor. As I watched dry mouthed, my heart thudding in my chest, he squatted down between her legs, and roughly pushed up her pale yellow saree and the white petticoat underneath.
As Alka bhabhi's fleshy milky white thighs came to view, I saw him clutch her knees and roughly push her legs open. Squatting on her haunches between her outstretched thighs, he reached up between her legs, and roughly yanked down her plain white cotton panties.
"Please ... no ... please..." I heard Alka bhabhi plead with him in a plaintive whisper, even as she tried to twist and get away from him. If ever I had seen a husband about to bang his own wife, this was going to be it. As I watched, I saw him hold her by her thigh, and raise his fingers towards his mouth to spit on them noisily.
Muttering something unintelligible, he thrust the two middle fingers of his right hand between the hapless Alka bhabhi's thighs, and roughly thrust them into her cunt! I heard Alka bhabhi emit a tiny squeak of pain, before she thrust her hand to her mouth, in an attempt to stifle her own cry.
Reaching down between her legs, she tried to grab hold of her husband's wrist, but her slapped her hand away angrily. Squatting on his haunches, I watched as the sickening Kamlesh bhai, thrust two fingers of his right hand roughly in and out of his pleading wife's cunt, in an attempt to lubricate her before he entered her.
After a few rapid thrusts with his fingers, he pulled his fingers out, and adjusted himself on his haunches, trying to position his almost fully erect snake-like slender cock at the lips of Alka bhabhi's vagina.
Alka bhabi now seemed to be resigned to her fate, for I saw her turn her face to one side, and lie there mutely, even as her drunk and lust-crazed husband tried to shove his cock into her cunt. After a few unsuccessful attempts at entering her, and with no cooperation from her, I heard him curse her under her breath, as he leaned forward and yanked the pillow from under his sleeping daughter's head.
Mercifully, the 3-year old girl did not wake up, and as I watched Kamlesh bhai, thrust the pillow under Alka bhabhi's milky white voluptuous butt, in order to give his cock better access to her cunt. Supporting himself on his knees, he held her thighs wide open in a V, and finally managed to get his cock head past the lips of his wife's vagina. I heard him grunt, as he held his cock in place, and then thrust his pelvis forward roughly, sending his cock tearing into the hapless Alka bhabhi's 27-year old child-bearing cunt!
I saw Alka bhabhi's face twist to one one side, as she bit her lips, and screwed her eyes shut, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips none the less, as her drunken husband forcefully thrust his cock into her unwilling cunt. Her fingers clutched the sheet on the thin cotton mattress on which she'd been pushed down upon, as her drunken husband began to awkwardly fuck her.
Not satisfied with his position, I watched him as he grabbed hold of her thighs, and roughly pushed them upards, forcing her to bend her legs at the knees. Then holding her by her knees, he pushed her thighs apart further, thus making her vagina more accessible to his lust-inflamed cock. I heard him begin to grunt rhythmically, as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, trying his level best to shove his cock as deep into her vagina as possible.
The poor Alka bhabhi just lay there like a limp puppet, her legs pushed up in the air, bent at the knees, and her milk-laden swollen breasts wobbling on her chest, as her drunk husband kept thrusting his penis into her unwilling vagina. As the tempo of Kamlesh bhai's thrusts increased, I saw him reach out with one hand and grab hold of one of her swollen wobbling breasts, and squeeze them painfully.
A familiar smell assailed my nostrils and it took me a moment to realize that the smell was of the breast milk oozing out of the lactating Alka bhabhi's disproportionately swollen breasts. Like a crazed animal, I saw him bend forward suddenly, and grabbing hold of her wobbling breasts, squeeze them together painfully.
I heard one more cry escape Alka bhabhi's lips, as her crazed husband squeezed her breasts together painfully, before he clamped his mouth on her swollen milk-oozing nipples, and began to chew and suckle on them like an animal.
So perverted was the near-bang of this lovely 27-year old mother of two, that I found myself involuntarily squeezing my rock hard cock, between by belly and the firm cotton mattress. Letting go of her breasts, Kamlesh bhai straightened his back, and began to thust into her with renewed vigor. I could now hear the sounds of his slender bony pelvis smacking into her luscious fleshy well rounded butt, as his lust began to mount with each passing moment.
As his thrusts became more vigorous and more rapid, I began to hear soft rhythmic grunts beginning to escape from Alka bhabhi's mouth also, as she lay there under him, with her legs pushed up in the air, her hands clutching the thin cotton mattress on either side, her head pushed back causing her neck to be arched, and her mouth open, the gasps escaping her parted lips.
Suddenly, without warning, her drunk husband, who had till now been bucking his hips with crazed lust, ramming his slender cock into her cunt, fell on top of her with an audible groan. Almost lying fully on top of her, his hips began to jerk spasmodically, and suddenly with one final thrust, he let out a prolonged groan, and collapsed on top of her.
His bony fingers continued to maul her luscious breasts, even as he continued to grind his pelvis against hers, his mouth biting and chewing on her humungous breasts like a crazed animal. That's when I realized that the drunken animal had come inside her, and that he was now in the throes of his orgasm.
He continued to twist and groan on top of her for a few moments more, before collapsing in a heap on top of the unresponsive body of his lovely wife. After a long pause, when all I could hear was the sounds of his labored breathing, coupled with that of Alka bhabhi's shallow gasps, he groaned, and rolled off his wife. He rolled on to the bare floor, and lay there spent, his mouth agape, and his limp shrunk cock lolling between this spindly thighs.
After some time, I saw him sit up groggily, swaying from side to side. I froze when he crawled over the limp body of his wife, and came towards my bed. As I held my breath and screwed my eyes shut, I heard him pick up the bottle of water placed next to my bed, and drink from it hungrily. Putting the bottle down, he staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously.
Without bothering to pick up his discarded lungi, I saw him stagger out of the room, and go into the toilet in the passage. Too drunk to even shut the door of the toilet, I heard him piss noisily into the toilet bowl, before he staggered out and somehow managed to drag his scrawny ass to the cot in their living room. There was the thud of him practically collapsing on that cot, followed by silence.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 57

I lay there immobile, my eyes partly open, as I looked at the ravaged Alka bhabhi, who lay there like a rag doll. She had scarcely moved from the position that he had left her in. She lay on her back, immobile, her saree in disarray, the blouse ripped open, the bra pushed up, her mouth watering milk laden 34-D breasts spread across her slender chest, her saree and petticoat pushed up to her pelvis, and her milky white thighs wide open.
Seeing her lying there, the silence punctuated only by the tick of the clock on the wall, and her ragged breathing, I wondered for a moment if she'd fainted. That's when I saw her stir slowly, as she slowly raised her bruised hands towards her face. Covering her face with both her hands, I watched as she squeezed her thighs together, and a huge sob wracked her body.
Pulling her hands away from her face, I saw her clutch her pillow, and open her mouth wide open, to emit a prolonged silent scream of frustration. Finally, she thrust the palm of her hand into her mouth, to stifle the cries that threatened to escape her lips, even as her body was wracked by her sobs.
Watching this 27-year old lovely housewife, cry her heart out, lying on the floor at an arm's length from me, I felt my heart go out to her. I so badly wanted to reach out to her, and take her in my arms to comfort her. I feel my body becoming hot, seething as I was with rage, as well as the extreme arousal at what I'd just witnessed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her sobbing seemed to subside, and she painfully pushed herself to sit up on the mattress. I saw her look at my apparent sleeping form for a notably long period, before she hung her head in what seemed like self pity. I saw her angrily wipe the tears off her cheeks, as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the pallu of her saree across her shoulders.
I watched, my heart torn apart at seeing her anguish, as she gingerly walked out of the bedroom towards the toilet in the passage. I let out a long breath only when I heard the door of the toilet close behind her. In the silence of the night, I could plainly hear the sounds of water splashing inside the toilet, and I figured that she was probably washing herself clean of the traces of her inhuman husband, who had come inside her.
I hoped in my heart that she'd had the good sense to have had the operation done after her second baby, which would prevent her from getting pregnant ever again. As I imagined the lovely Alka bhabhi, sitting on the toilet seat, and washing her vagina with water, I found myself twist on the bed, my cock throbbing painfully.
Moving quickly, I reached under my lungi, and quickly took off my underwear, which had not only become distinctly uncomfortable, but were also almost soaked with all the pre-cum that had oozed out of my cock, right from when I had been in the movie hall with Amisha and Gunjan. I had just about thrust my discarded underwear under the mattress on the cot on which I lay, when I heard the door of the toilet opening.
I lay on my side quickly, facing the side where Alka bhabhi would lie down, clutching the pillow under my head, and bending my leg at the knee, so that my erect cock under the lungi would not be visible easily. I watched through the slit of my eye, as Alka bhabhi came back into the room slowly. As she sat down with a soft sigh on the mattress, right next to where I lay, I saw that she had still not hooked up her blouse, even though she'd pulled her bra cups down to cover her bulging breasts.
As I watched on, I saw her reach behind her back, and fiddle with the strap of her bra. As she withdrew her hand from her back, I saw the straps of her tight stretched bra, spring open from the back, causing her heavy milky white breasts to settle down in the cups of her bra, under their own weight. I presumed she had done that to soothe her sore torso that would have got chapped by the strap grinding against her soft skin, when her husband had savagely mauled her humongous breasts.
She reached out for something lying next to the mattress, and realized that it was her white panties which her husband had so ruthlessly yanked off her legs. She held it in her hand for a moment, as if contemplating on whether to wear it or not, before letting out a little sigh, and thrusting it under her pillow. Patting her pillow into shape, she gingerly lay down on the mattress, a prolonged sigh of fatigue escaping her lips.
I watched her as she lay there, her bosom heaving with her breathing, her left arm dbangd across her forehead, partly covering her eyes, and her right hand folded across her belly. As she lay there, I saw that while she had one of her legs stretched out straight on the mattress, she had pulled up the other one, bending them at the knee, with the sole of her feet resting on the mattress.
My mouth was parched, and my throat was dry. I badly wanted to take a sip of water from the bottle placed next to the bed I lay on; but couldn't do so now, as that would mean giving myself away. As Alka bhabhi lay there, well within the reach of my arm, I watched the way her heavy swollen milk-laden breasts rose and fell rhythmically on her slender torso.
Despite the fact that she was lying flat on her back, her large fleshy breasts did not hang shapelessly on either side of her torso. Instead, they sat like a milk bag on the chest, bulging outwards on either side like a ripe papaya. I was sorely tempted to reach out and just touch her breasts, but after what she had been subject to tonight, I could not get myself to touch her, let alone indulge in any sexual act with her.
As I lay watching her, wondering when I would be able to give my aching cock some relief, and also quench my thirst, I heard her emit a barely audible moan. Her right hand, which lay across her belly, slid upwards towards her swollen breasts, and even as I watched, the fingers of her hand slowly slid under the loosened cup of her bra.
It took me a moment to realize what this immensely desirable 27-year old housewife was doing, lying right next to me on the floor. As I watched, my breath catching in my throat, Alka bhabhi slowly pushed her fingers under the loosened cups of her bra, and began to gently caress her swollen breasts under it.
She still had left arm dbangd across her forehead, partly covering her face, as she gently cupped one of her ripe milk-filled breasts under her bra, and squeezed it gently. I saw her bent leg sway from side to side, as her the fingers of her right hand began to caress and squeeze her own aching breasts.
I had heard that lactating women often had to resort to squeezing the milk out of their swollen breasts, especially if the pressure of the milk became too much for them to bear. But it was unlikely that would be the reason, since she had not only breastfed her baby some time ago, but her breasts had also been savagely squeezed and sucked upon by her drunken animal of a husband.
So as I watched the subtle movements of her hand under her bra, I concluded that she was in fact doing nothing but pleasuring herself in this manner. I was sorely tempted to reach out to touch her, and was almost about to did that, when I froze.
Before my disbelieving eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi pull her arm hand away from her forehead. Reaching down with her left hand, she began to pull up her saree and the petticoat underneath, slowly baring her milky white thighs to my burning eyes. I swallowed involuntarily and licked my parched lips, as she gradually pulled her saree and petticoat all the way up, bringing her sparsely haired vagina to my view.
I could not believe what I was seeing, and found myself biting my lips just to check if I was awake, or simply dreaming. As I bit on my lips painfully, I winced, and watched mesmerized, as the lovely 27-year old lactating mother of two, having pulled up her saree and petticoat above her waist, reached between her legs with her right hand, and began to caress her sparely haired moist vagina with the palm for her hand.
I watched, dry mouthed, as she squeezed and opened her thighs once or twice, even as she began to caress the inflamed lips of her thick vagina with the fingers of her right hand with increasing vigor.
Her head was twisting from side to side, even as a soft muffled groan escaped her lip, as she pulled up both her legs and ostensibly slid two of her fingers into what seemed like an inflamed sopping wet cunt! I blinked my eyes rapidly a couple of times, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was happening for real.
As my heart thudded in my chest, watching the delectable Alka bhabhi pleasuring herself with her milky white fingers, I realized that this was the classic case of an unsatisfied housewife, whose husband would use her mercilessly for his own pleasure, but pay scarcely any attention to her needs.
I debated for a moment about what I should do now, before coming to a conclusion quickly. I glanced at her one more time, and shook my head in amazement, as she lay there, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her fingers between her thighs, trying to pleasure herself with her own hands!
Since I was lying on my left side, I reached out silently with my right hand, and gingerly placed my hand on the back of her right hand, which by now was beginning to caress and finger her aroused cunt with increasing vigor. She froze when my hand touched hers, and something like a little yelp escaped her lips.
"Bhabhiii..." I whispered to her, my voice so hoarse and thick from having held my breath for so long, that it sounded strange to my own years. Her eyes flew open in shock, and her mouth fell open, as my hand made contact with hers. Every conceivable emotion, ranging from shock, shame, fear, and hurt, to absolute humiliation, flashed across her face, as she jerked her hand away from between her legs, and covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out.
As the realization that I might have actually seen everything that had transpired there in the room till that very moment, hit her, she let out a little anguished whispered cry of "Noooo..." as she buried her face in her hands in absolute shame.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 58

I saw her twist to one side, clamping her thighs together, and shake her head in denial, as she hid her face in her hands, as if refusing to accept that her self respect had been stripped bare in front of me. Responding with alacrity, I slid down the bed quickly, and was by her side in a flash. Partly lying down by her side, I tried to wrap my arms around her body, which she had now rolled up into a ball, laying on her side.

Her body was heaving with the huge sobs that wracked her body once again, and for a moment I was seized with regret at having broken her bubble. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my strong arms around her, and laying down by her side, held her in my arms, gently caressing her back, even as I kept whispering repeatedly "It's OK, bhabhi ... it's OK..." praying that she would stop crying, and stop hating herself for having been stripped bare in front of me.
I tried to pry her hands away from her face, but she resisted me fiercely, drawing up her knees to her belly, and refusing to let me look at her, even as her body continued to be wracked by sobs. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her sobs finally begin to subside, and her tense body begin to relax. As I lay there by her side, holding her by her shoulders, I felt that the pillow beneath her was soaked with her tears. As she blew her nose, I gently pried her hands open, and cupped her face in my own hands.
"Bhabhi ... I love you..." I said simply, as she finally opened her teary eyes, and looked into my eyes, blinking rapidly, as the tears continued to flow down her cheeks. In the pale neon light streaming from the open window, I could see that her milky white cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and shame, as was her nose, which was swollen.
Her lips just did not stop quivering, and she kept shaking her head from side to side, muttering something unintelligible under her breath, as if cursing herself for something. "I love you, bhabhi..." I repeated hoarsely, and on an instinct, pressed my parched lips to hers.
She froze, and shrunk back in revulsion, before relaxing, I kept my lips pressed to hers, and held her by placing my hand on her back, as I kept placing tiny kisses all over her face, repeating the same thing over and over again in an attempt to get her under control. Eventually, she quit fighting me, and looked at me bleary eyes, her lips moving soundlessly.
With a little cry, she flung her arms around my neck and buried her face against my shoulder, clinging on to me like a small child. I felt tenderness wash all over me, as I held her in my arms, gently caressing her back, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Slowly, her body relaxed, and her breathing regained some semblance of normalcy.
As I propped myself up on my elbows, and gazed at her lovingly, she looked into my eyes with an utterly helpless expression on her face. Bringing my face to hers, I kissed her tenderly on her lush lips again. This time, she responded by parting her lips, and with a groan, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues intertwined, I heard her emit a little groan, and wrap her arms round my back, pulling my body towards hers.
We lay like that, facing each other on our side, kissing passionately, and holding on to each other as if hanging on for dear life. As her lush body and heavy breasts pressed against mine, I found my cock hardening once again, and press against her fleshy belly. Since I had removed my underwear some time back, my erect phallus was sticking out like a pole from the front of the lungi, and the wet swollen tip was nuzzling against her belly.
As I gently pulled my lips away from hers, I gazed at her lovingly for a while. She too looked into my eyes in the semi-darkness, her lips quivering. It was as there was an outpouring waiting to come out of lips, but she didn't know where to start from.
I could empathize with her predicament. I could relate to what would have been going through her mind. A neighborhood boy had come out of nowhere into her life, and had suddenly become her benefactor, offering to support her family financially, when her able bodied husband couldn't. On account of her pathetic domestic situation, she had been forced to offer herself to this young boy, in return for monetary support.
If that didn't break a woman's self-esteem, and make her feel like a whore, what did? As if that wasn't humiliating enough, the same boy had now seen with his own eyes, how badly her husband treated her, both under lights, and after that lights had been put out. Every housewife tried her best to project the picture of domestic bliss to the outside world, for having nothing else to show for herself, a 'happy family' was the only thing she could cling on to.
And to cap it all, she had now been stripped of the last vestige of dignity, when this 'outsider' had also seen her succumb to her own sexuality, and her latent sexual desires that simmered under the facade of a decent housewife. As she lay on her side next to me, knees bent, one hand tucked under her cheek, and the other repeatedly clutching and releasing her disheveled saree on her hips, I almost felt morally obligated to her in some way.
Her blouse was open, and her thin white cotton bra, undone at the back, was pushed up above those magnificent 34-D jugs of hers. Her loosened saree and the white petticoat underneath were also in disarray, having been pulled up above her knees. But as I gazed at her lovely milky white face, flushed red with her tears, it seemed to me that she was scarcely aware of her own nudity.
As I lay there, my head propped up by in the palm of my left hand, the elbow resting on the mattress, absent mindedly playing the the strands of her hair behind her ear lobes, I realized that we were both communicating with each other through our eyes, words having suddenly become redundant.
Looking into the limpid pools of her moist eyes, I said softly "Nothing has changed, bhabhi ... nothing has changed..." hoping my words would convey what I intended to. She stared into my eyes for a moment, as if to read my mind, before nodding her head slowly, her lips quivering.
I realized that the only way to distract her from her current state of self-pity was to divert her attention to my own sexual arousal. My throbbing hard cock was fully erect now, and still pressed against the fleshy folds of her belly. Looking earnestly in to her eyes, I whispered huskily "Bhabhi ... I need you..." my voice a croak.
She continued to gaze into my eyes, unable to fathom what I was saying. So I took her hand, which was resting on her hips, and guided it to my throbbing penis, that stood crying for attention between my legs. As her soft fingers came in contact with the hot skin of my rigid cock, she suddenly seemed to come out of her reverie.
She blinked rapidly a couple of times, and swallowed involuntarily. Nodding her head slowly, she closed her soft fleshy fingers around the hard shaft of my cock, gently tugging at it. Sliding my hand upwards towards her belly, I gently cupped one of her swollen milk-filled breasts in my hand, and squeezed it gently.
The milky white smooth skin of her 34-D jugs felt so hot to my touch that I was tempted to squeeze them roughly. Instead, I just gently caressed them, feeling the wetness on her thick pinkish-brown milk-feeding nipples, and said to her softly "Bhabhi ... always remember this ... any man would be privileged to have a wife like you ... and I ... will always love you ... no matter what..." meaning every word of what I said.
Other than the loving Kalpana bhabhi, if there was one woman who'd touched me this way, it was her. Her eyes blinked rapidly upon hearing my words, and as her lips quivered with emotion, I saw a solitary tear roll down her cheek. Continuing to gently fondle her swollen papaya-shaped breasts, I kissed her softly on the lips.
I felt her fingers close instinctively around the hot steely shaft of my cock, as I kissed her. I gently pushed her on to her back, and swung my right thigh over hers, my quivering cock pressing against the folds of her saree & petticoat at her pelvis, where they were bunched together. Leaning on top of her, I brought my mouth to those incredibly erotic mammaries of hers, and began to run my tongue over them.
Her fingers automatically clutched the hair at the back of my head, and an involuntary sigh escaped her lips as I did that. Sliding my palm upwards from her belly, I cupped one of those milk swollen breasts in my hand, and began to run my tongue in circles around her erect nipples. The smell of her breast milk assailed my nostrils, and it only served to arouse me further. Tenderly, I licked the fleshy jugs of her magnificent breasts, occasionally flicking my tongue across her turgid thick nipples.
Sensing some movement on the other side of where she lay, I froze. Her 3-year old daughter, who lay sleeping next to us, had turned in her sleep. As I froze, my breath caught in my throat, I felt Alka bhabhi tug at my hair with urgency and pull my face towards her breasts again. As I brought my mouth to her breasts again, I realized that in households like this, perhaps it was perfectly normal for parents to have sex, right next to their sleeping children.
With a soft groan, I opened my mouth wide, and took the swollen tip of her breasts into my mouth. I felt her squirm under me, as I began to suck on her mammary flesh, my tongue lashing against her incredibly aroused and thick nipples. Suddenly, I felt her grab hold of my shoulder, and push me away. A sudden urgency seemed to have come into her, as she pushed me back by my shoulder on to my back.
Beginning to breathe faster, she propped herself up on her elbow, and swung her thigh across mine, just the way I had done her. It was almost as if she had suddenly decided to give in to her desires, and take me. There was always a latent aggressiveness lurking inside women who had been suppressed most of their lives, and such was her display of passion, that it turned me on immensely.
I watched mesmerized, as she cupped one of her heavy dangling breasts, and hefting it in the small palm of her hand, offered it to my parched lips. As I found myself opening my mouth, she fed me her swollen milk-laden breast, just as she would do to breast feed a child. I felt her fingers squeeze the tip of her disproportionately swollen breasts, and was rewarded by a spurt of thin luke-warm breast milk squirting out of her engorged nipples.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 59

"Oh, bhabhiii..." I groaned, as I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple, and began to suckle on it like a hungry child. Instinctively, her hand went to the back of my head, pulling my face to her magnificent breasts, and caressing my hair, even as I sucked on them ardently, her breast milk seeming somewhat repulsive yet strangely arousing to me. I felt her hand slide down my chest, caressing my torso, and reach my pelvic region, where my rock hard cock stood gently quivering against my belly button.

As I felt her soft fingers wrap themselves around the shaft of my painfully swollen cock, I felt my mouth clamp down on her breasts, and start to suckle on her breasts with renewed vigor. Such was her urgency, that I felt her fingers tighten around my cock, and begin to stroke them hard.
Despite my cock being well lubricated with the prodigious amount of pre-cum that had oozed out, I winced with pain when she involuntarily pulled my foreskin down, painfully stretching under the tip of my cock. "Ohh ... I'm so sorry ... I'm so sorry..." I heard her breathe softly, when she realized it had caused me discomfort. Almost instantly, she hastily pulled her breasts away from my mouth, and slid down my torso.
Even before I could react, she had her face at my pelvis. As I looked on mesmerized by her passion, she gingerly took my rock hard cock in my hand, and brough her face close to it. Closing her eyes, she gently caressed my cock all over face, including her eyes, cheeks, ears, and lips, almost as if worshiping it.
With a little gurgle, I saw her open her lush lipped mouth, and slip the swollen blood gorged mushroom shaped head of my cock into her mouth. "Bhabhi..." I heard myself groan, as my fingers clasped the mattress under me involuntarily. In the recent past, I had never gone on for so long in the day without ejaculation, and I was afraid that I might blast my load right inside her mouth.
But she seemed to be in a different zone altogether, as she lovingly took my manhood in her mouth, and began to suck on it earnestly. I marveled at the way she stretched her pink lipped small mouth in an 'O', taking the entire shaft of my modest 6" cock in her mouth.
After having seen her husband's think snake-like penis, I felt reasonably proud of my own cock because it was much thicker than normal. So intent was she on loving my cock with her mouth, that I felt her saliva drool down the sides of her mouth, and slide down the shaft of my cock, as she opened her mouth wide and tried to take the entire length of my cock inside.
A soft gurgling sound escaped her mouth, as I felt the tip of my cock touch the base of her throat. I clenched the muscles of my butt, and felt myself lifting my buttocks of the mattress. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. "Bhabhiii ... I can't..." I groaned, reaching down to grab hold of her head by the bun of her hair.
With my cock still in her mouth, she looked up at me, and seeing the expression on my face, realized what I was trying to say. That intently aroused expression not leaving her face, she slowly slipped my wet slippery rock hard cock out of her mouth. As I watched, she straightened, and stood up on her knees.
Bunching her saree and petticoat together with one hand, she pulled it up above her thighs, and quickly swung one knee across my outstretched thighs. I watched with bated breath as she straddled my pelvis, holding up her saree and petticoat with her left hand, even as she reached down with the other hand between her thighs to guide my cock.
Taking hold of my painfully swollen cock with her fingers, she slid forward on her knees, and guided my cock to the entrance of her steaming hot lush vagina. She paused for a moment, with the tip of my cock nuzzling against the lips of her sparsely haired vagina, and looked at me, as if seeking my permission.
"Yes, bhabhi ... yes..." I heard myself groan. With a tiny grunt, she held my cock straight up by holding it with her thumb and forefinger around the base, and slowly lowered her thick juicy sopping wet cunt on to my cock. As the swollen tip of my cock slid past the thick puffy lips of her vagina, I heard a soft gasp escape her lips. Her inflamed vagina felt like a tub of hot oil, as I felt my cock slithering up her cunt, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
After having delivered two children, I could not have expected her cunt to be tight like that of a virgin. My cock slid in easily into her, and I marveled at how each woman's cunt had its own distinct feel. At that moment, the lovely Alka bhabhi's cunt felt like the best pussy in the world, comfortable, and yet pleasurable.
Most women, when they rode a man's cock, preferred to sit on it, with their knees resting on the bed, and sort of grind their vagina on it; but not the luscious Alka bhabhi. With my cock buried in her sopping wet cunt right to the hilt, she quickly adjusted herself over my pelvis, to get on to her feet. Planting her dainty feet on either side of my hips, she squatted over my cock, and leaned forward to support herself on by resting her hands on the sides of my belly.
Her ripe swollen jugs dangling like ripe papayas, in front of me, she began to raise and lower her butt on my pelvis, fucking me in the best imaginable manner from top. As she thrust herself down repeatedly, sending my cock thrusting into the depths of her hot wet cunt with each thrust, I heard her emitting low throat grunts.
It was an incredible sight, watching the 27-year old milky fair lactating mother of two, with her blouse open and her luscious swollen milk-filled breasts jiggling up and down like a pair of soft juicy papayas, fucking me from top, as she squatted over my hips. I was sorely tempted to reach out for her heavy breasts jiggling on top of me, but at the same time wanted to watch her also.
Her lips were parted, and there was a look of intense concentration on her face, as her mangalsutra dangled enticingly over me. She seemed to be totally taken over by her arousal now, as I felt her increase the tempo of thrusting her buttocks down on me, her hot wet cunt making squishy sounds each time, my cock went slithering in. Save for our labored breathing, and the squishy sounds of my penis sliding in and out of her vagina, there were no other sounds in the room.
I saw her beginning to bite her lips, as her vigorous attempts to pleasure me, started to have an effect on her as well. I was beginning to feel her thick hot vaginal juices run down the shaft of my cock, and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer if she continued to do this. Suddenly, visions of her lying on her back on the floor, her thighs parted, and trying to pleasure herself with her hand in her aroused cunt, flashed before my eyes.
Though all I desperately wanted to do was to come today, I also wanted to somehow give some much wanted pleasure and relief to this incredibly lovely woman. Reaching out to clutch her arms, which she had placed on my hips, I squeezed her fore arm, and whispered "Bhabhi ... enough ... please..." She paused, a questioning look on her face, her milky white pretty face clouded with arousal.
Without a word, I pulled both of her hands towards me, causing her to fall on top of me. As her eyes met mine, her quivering lips only inches away from my face, those incredibly erotic swollen jugs of hers mashed against my chest, she gave me a nod of understanding. In the height of copulation, it was amazing how humans became like animals in more ways than one. One could convey a lot more with ones eyes, grunts, and touches, than one could ever manage to do with words.
Rolling her over to the side, with my cock still buried inside her count, I lay her on her back, and quickly got on top of her. She instinctively pulled up her legs, bending them at the knees, and spreading her thighs to accommodate me between them. Positioning myself between her legs on my knees, I leaned forward to support myself with my hands on either side of her torso.
Her uplifted legs wrapped themselves around my back, and I felt her pull me towards her vagina instinctively, as if urging me to fuck her. Needing no further invitation, I took a deep breath, and bean to thrust my cock into her from top. I was reaching the limits of my endurance, but I was also intent upon making her come with me. I knew that if I allowed myself to let go, I would end up coming before she could.
So, I slowed myself down, and took a couple of deep breaths. Arching my back, I began to thrust my rock hard cock into her cunt at a leisurely pace, allowing her to get a good feel of my cock sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Rather than ramming into her like a jack-hammer, I focused on sending my cock sliding into her pussy from different angles, trying to gauge her erogenous zones.
I knew that more than the movement of a cock inside their cunt, it was the rubbing against their clitoris that gave women intense pleasure. Leaning forward on my hands, I stretched my legs out straight behind me, holding my knees straight, and began to thrust into her almost from top. Doing this not only afforded much better penetration, but also ensured that the upper side of the shaft of my cock rubbed against her aroused clit, each time it slid in and out.
It had the desired effect, for I saw her throw her head back, and open her mouth in a silent cry of pleasure, even as she pulled her thighs up further and wrapped her legs tight around my back, thus ensuring that my cock never slipped out of her eager cunt. Fucking her in this manner was physically more demanding for me, as I had to use not only the muscles of my belly and butt, but also support myself on my toes, with my knee locked in the straight position.
As I watched her milky breasts wobble like a pair of filled milk bags on her chest, I felt her fingers dig into my back painfully. Pleased at the response my style of fucking was having, I intensified my efforts, adjusting the position of entry of my cock to further increase the friction on her inflamed clitoris.