[Heisenberg]

Part - 60

Soon I saw her beginning to thrash about like a fish out of water, her entire body squirming violently under me, even as she bit her lips to suppress her moans, and threw her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered open, burning with her intense arousal, as her breathing grew ragged, with her lips parted. She was attempting to say something, which I couldn't make out. Leaning closer to her, I asked "What, bhabhi... ?" my voice hoarse.

Her face was flushed red with blood, and her eyes burning with desire, as she hissed through clenched teeth in her native tongue "Zor se ... zor se karo..." even as she dug her fingers into my waist, and thrust her wide hips upwards. Maddened with desire, at hearing this chaste Gujarati 27-year old housewife, begging me to fuck her harder, I abandoned all my sophisticated techniques of fucking.
Nodding my head vigorously, I fell on top of her, and supported myself on my knees once again. I thrust both of my hands under her, my head resting on her magnificent pillowy milk-swollen breasts, and cupped those disproportionately large buttocks of hers. Cupping her soft bubbly butt with both my hands, I began to fuck her in earnest, ramming my cock into her with every remaining ounce of energy left in me.
"Jignesh bhaiiii..." I heard her call out my name, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she tugged at my hair violently, crushing my head to her soft mammaries. Cupping her buttocks hard with my hands, I opened my mouth and roughly clamped it on one of her wobbling breasts, and began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. So vigorously was I fucking her that I was afraid that the sounds my hips smacking into hers, would wake up her 3-year old daughter who slept, blissfully unaware of the sordid proceedings, right next to us.
Suddenly, I felt a violent shudder go through her body, as her entire body shook, and I felt her pelvis almost lift up from the mattress under her. Her fingers pulled my hair painfully, as her orgasm finally hit her, and a prolonged soundless cry escaped her lips. Her thick luscious incredibly hot cunt contracted around my cock, and began to twitch spasmodically, sending my cock into the throes of ecstasy.
That did it for me, and I felt my cock explode inside her. It was like a dam had burst and I felt my boiling semen burst forth from the slit of my cock, like a gushing geyser, and fill her cunt with boiling hot jizz. So crazed was I that I continued to buck my hips, as wave after wave of my long pending orgasm finally overcame me.
This undoubtedly had to be the most satisfying fuck I had had in recent times. Such was my relief at having come, that I found myself clinging to her like a helpless child. It was all the more satisfying me for I had made her come to, thus fulfilling what I felt was a moral obligation.
I lay there like that on top of her for what seemed like an eternity, my breathing ragged, and the sound of her thudding heart reverberating in my ears. I knew that this would have been an immensely satisfying fuck for her too, culminating as it was after all the emotional and physical trauma that she'd been put through by her heartless fiend of a husband.
Realizing that the dead weight of my body might be suffocating her now, I tried to pull myself away from her, only to be stopped by her. She clutched me with both hands, and clung on to me, refusing to let go off me, her thigh muscles still quivering with in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. I knew that there were many thoughts raging through her mind too, as she clung to me, but we lay there silently, her thudding hearts speaking to each other in some code language of their own.
Usually, after I had come, I just wanted to get away from there as soon as possible, but in Alka bhabhi's case, I just wanted to be in her arms. I guess that was the difference between fucking a woman, and making love to her. My cock had gone limp by now, but it was still buried in her moist cunt. I could feel the copious amounts of cum I had shot into her, oozing out of her vagina, and flow down the crack of her luscious ass, where my spent balls now rested.
Raising my head from her breasts, I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and held me to her, parting her lips and kissing me hungrily, our wet tongues a welcome relief to our dry mouths. As I pulled my mouth away, I felt her grip around me loosen. I gently extricated myself from her embrace, my limp cock slipping out of her cum-filled vagina.
As I fell back on my back, I felt her reach across my chest for the bottle of water that sat next to the bed. She sat up slowly, oblivious of her nudity, and gently cradled my head in lap. Cradling my head in the crook of her arm, this lovely woman brought the bottle of water to my parched lips. I loved her more than ever for this little gesture, and I knew at that moment that she would forever have me in her life, in one form or the other.
As I drank thirstily from the bottle, she held me to her soft pillowy bosom, which was wet and slippery with a combination of sweat, and her breast milk that had oozed out in the throes of our passionate lovemaking. Pushing the bottle away from mouth, I looked at her, gently touched her swollen breast.
Opening my mouth slightly, I nodded at her, my eyes trying to convey what I wanted. I saw a look of infinite tenderness come across her face, and the hint of a loving smile came to her quivering lips. Nodding her head in response, she cradled my head in her arms, and lovingly fed me one of her swollen milk-filled breasts!
I closed my eyes, and suckled on her thick nipples, feeling her warm sweet breast milk fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I did not find it repulsive any more, and gulped the thin watery breast milk down hungrily. She held me tenderly, caressing my face and hair, as lovingly as she would her own child.
I do not remember much after that, except that somewhere in the middle I got on to the bed, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The last thing I remembered was her helping me tie the lungi around my waist, and placing a soft kiss on my forehead, before she covered me with a thin bedsheet. I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of the early morning sun streaming through the window.
As I stretched, the events of the pas night came rushing to me. I saw that Alka bhabhi was not in the room, though her 3-year old daughter lay their curled in her sleep. Glancing at the cock, I saw that it was half past six in the morning. I was surprised that I had woken up so early, after the exertions of last night. Reaching under my mattress, I found my underwear, and quicky slipped into it. Just as I was putting on my jeans, Alka bhabhi came into the room.
At this early hour, she'd already had a bath, and looked fresh like a daisy. She had changed into a simple white saree with floral prints, and there was a radiance to her which made her incredibly fair skin. Her hair was still damp, and she had tied it behind her head in a loose bun, without having combed it yet. I could see that she had applied fresh sindhoor, in the parting of her hair, and her thin cotton white blouse was damp at the shoulders, from the water that had dripped down from her hair.
To me there was no sight lovelier than an Indian housewife, freshly bathed in the morning, looking radiant in her pristine beauty. There was a loving smile on her incredibly cute plumpish face, and I could see the hint of natural redness on her prominent cheekbones, as she came towards me. "Good morning..." she said to me softly, as she came up to me. That's when I noticed that she was holding a little copper urn of water in her hand.
"Suryapooja... ?" I asked her with a smile, realizing that she would have gone to the terrace of their house to pray to the Sun God, first thing in the morning. She nodded in the affirmative, smiling softly, as she quickly went down on her knees before me. Before I could react, she placed the copper urn near my feet, and quickly touched my feet, before touching her fingers to her forehead.
Alarmed, I bent down quickly, and grabbing hold of her by her arms, pulled her to her feet. "Bhabhi ... what are you doing... ?" the discomfiture at what she'd just done writ all over my face. In response, she just smiled at me tenderly, her eyes moist, as she shook her head slowly.
Despite the incredible piousness of what she'd just done, I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans in the morning. Disgusted with myself, I pulled myself away, and began to pull on my shirt; even as she stood there watching me dress, the hint of a smile never leaving her lips.
Desperate to get my mind of things, I turned to her and said "Would you be kind enough to make some tea for me, bhabhi... ?" giving her my most charming smile. "Of course ... of course..." she replied softly, still looking at me with unblinking eyes. Picking up the urn she'd placed on the floor, she went out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. The next morning was always awkward for me, and today was no exception.
All I wanted to do was get out of there, to the solitude of my house, unable to face the pristine love on that incredible woman's face. As I walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Kamlesh bhai was still sprawled on the diwaan in the living room, his mouth wide open as she snored. I noticed that a sheet had been put over him to cover his nakedness, probably by his lovely wife.
As I headed to the kitchen, I saw Alka bhabhi pouring a freshly brewed tea into a cup. "How did you make tea so quickly, bhabhi... ?" I asked incredulously. Smiling at me as she dipped a spoon into the cup, and tasted to the tea to make sure that it was right, she answered "I had already put the tea to boil ... I knew that you like to have tea first thing in the morning..." her voice warm. I shook my head in amazement again, as I watched her hold the hot cup with the pallu of her saree gingerly, and offer it to me with both hands.
"Careful ... it is hot..." she said softly, as I took the tea from her. As I sipped on the tea, wondering why I deserved such care and thoughtfulness from this incredibly lovely woman, my eyes were once again drawn to the prodigious swell of her breasts under that simple white saree that she wore; as she stood there at the kitchen platform with her side towards, pouring the remainder of the tea into another vessel.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 61

Feeling my cock stiffen again, I jerked my eyes away. "What would you like to have for naashta, Jignesh bhai... ?" I heard her enquire. Jolted out of my reverie, I answered "Uhh ... no thanks, bhabhi ... I need to get back home now ... the milk woman will come ... and so will the maids ... and the house is in a mess..." trying to put a grin on my face as I said the last bit.

"Ohh..." I heard her utter, nodding her head in understanding, albeit disappointed that I wouldn't be staying for breakfast. Finishing pouring the tea, she stood there, with her back to the platform, clutching both her hands in front of her, watching me quietly as I drank my tea. I was sure that she too, like me, wasn't sure of what to say, and so both of us stood their quietly, our eyes doing the talking.
Finishing my tea, I put the cup back on the platform. Cleaing my throat, I said "Thank you for the tea, bhabhi ... I will take leave now..." deciding it was best to leave now. "OK..." she replied simply, somewhat wistfully, but still smiling bravely at me.
As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, I paused midway and turned around. As this doe-eyed 27-year old lovely woman stood there silently, watching me leave, I quickly walked up to her. I noticed the way her luscious pink lips started to tremble, as I came close to her. Taking her right hand in mine, I pressed it to my chest over my heart, and looking into the large limpid pools of her eyes, I said "Bhabhi ... promise me ... that you will let me know ... if you ever need me..." my voice choked with my feelings of love for her.
She stood there silently, her lips quivering, her large unblinking eyes gazing into mine. "Promise me, bhabhi..." I persisted, squeezing her fingers, even as I held her palm pressed to my chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a croak came out. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied "I promise, Jignesh bhai ... who else do I have to go to..." she added wistfully, her eyes becoming moist again.
Letting go of her hand, I quickly cupped her radiant milky white face in both my hands, and said to her tenderly "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you ... that means a lot to me..." meaning every word of what I said. Without waiting for her to respond, I placed a soft kiss on those lush pink quivering lips of hers, before letting go of her and turning around to leave.
As I stepped out of the house, and slipped into my floaters, I smiled at her cheerfully at said "See you, bhabhi..." even as she just smiled and nodded her head. Kicking my bike to life, I rode to my house, without bothering to put on my helmet.
Reaching home, I straightaway headed into the shower, as if desperate to wash away the sins of the previous night. As I showered under the cold water, I just could not get the lovely Alka bhabhi out of my thoughts, and I felt my cock hardening despite my best efforts. Just as I had finished shoering, and I was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring.
Glad for the distraction, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to open the door, glancing at the clock as I did. It was quarter past seven, and I figured it was the rabaari lady, Gajra ben, who'd have come to deliver milk. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see that it was not the 46-year old mammoth breasted Gajra ben, but her busty 18-year old daughter, Hetal. She had that battered old aluminium pot of milk perched on her head, and stood there smiling broadly as I opened the door.
"How are you, saheb..." she greeted me, with that trademark cocky grin on her broad coarse face. As I mumbled something unintelligible, and opened the door to let her in, I noticed that she was not alone. Standing behind her, some distance away, was the 23-year old buck-toothed Rajasthani girl, Rambha, who worked as a servant at Radhika aunty's parlor.
Seeing that I had noticed her, Hetal said sweetly "I hope you know Rambha, sahib..." grinning at me as she said that, her cockiness irking me. "Yeah..." I grunted, even as Hetal turned to the other girl and beckoned to her, saying "Come inside... " With some tentativeness, Rambha followed Hetal into the house, smiling at me nervously through that awkward buck-toothed mouth of hers.
Both the girls were dressed in their traditional village attire of a ghaagra, blouse, and choli. The cock-teasing busty Hetal, wore what looked like a newly bought bright red ghaagra-choli, with a matching red blouse; while the wide-assed Rambha wore an old tattered mismatched one, the ghaagra being brown, the blouse yellow, and the choli being a completely ridiculous shade of orange.
As I closed the door behind them, Hetal walked confidently into the kitchen, swinging her butt from side to side, supporting the aluminimum pot on her head with one hand. As I followed her into the kitche, she turned towards me, and with a seductive smile said "Won't you help me get this down, sahib..." pointing to the pot on her head. Nodding, I walked up to her, and helped her lift the pot from her head. As I reached out to hold the pot, she made it a point to brush her big firm breasts, jutting proudly from her chest, against my torso.
As I helped her place the pot on the kitchen platform, she leaned against the platform, and twirling her ghaagra, said "Arre, sahib ... you did not even tell me how I look in my new clothes..." grinning, as she jutted her ample hips to one side. Now, Hetal was a short stocky girl, just an inch above 5", and as she stood there, with her hand on her hips, she made it a point to thrust out her large ample breasts under the choli.
"What a contrast..." I thought to myself, comparing this slutty village girl to the incredible loving woman I'd taken leave of just some time back. "Nice..." I muttered to her, pointedly looking at her prominent chest, imitating her lascivious grin. Her broad, blunt face, with those prominent cheekbones, creased into a proud smile upon getting that compliment from me, and she said "Sab aap ki daya hai, sahib..." indicating that it was all thanks to me.
Taking a few steps to come close to me, she brazenly put the palm of her hand on my bare chest, and said seductively "Ooh ... see what a sexy body sahib has..." for the benefit of the other girl who stood there dumbly. To my surprise and annoyance, she then brazenly scbangd her thick stubby fingers against my nipples, and tugged at the hair on my chest, giggling seductively. She was a cocky slut alright, and despite my irritation at her behavious, I felt my cock begin to stiffen under the thick white towel that I'd tied around my waist.
Turning to the buck-toothed Rambha, she beckoned to her with her fingers, saying "Come here, girl ... what are you standing there for... ?" before turning to look up at me again, and grinning broadly again, as if letting me know who was the boss between the two of them. As the 23-year old Rambha approached us tentatively, pursing her lips to cover her protruding teeth, Hetal said "Touch and see ... how hard saheb's chest is..." smiling lasciviously as she ran her thick pudgy palm over my well muscled chest.
The slut was turning it on, and I grudgingly admired her brazenness, a trait she had undoubtedly acquired from her equally slutty mother. As the awkward looking Rambha, hesitated, her eyes darting from mine to hers, Hetal grabbed hold of her hand and forcefully placed it on my chest, mocking her "Arree ... why are you feeling shy ... sahib is not going to eat you..." laughing mirthlessly at her friend.
As the hesitant Rajasthani placed her palm on my chest, she looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, the apprehension evident in the way her mouth was open, displaying those protruding teeth inside. Sliding closer to me, the buxom Hetal thrust her hips forward till they were almost touching mine, and crooned "Saheb ... won't you shower some of your infinite mercy on Rambha also... ?" her tone seductive, as she tilted her head to one side, and fiddled with the single thick braid of her bronzed crinkly hair.
Deciding that the best way to deal with her was to play along, I smirked as I said "What mercy does she want from me ... she doesn't looks like she needs anything from me..." daring the uncomfortable Rambha to look at me. The last time I had met her at Radhika aunty's parlor, I had made her pull up her ghaagra and show me her hairy cunt. I remembered that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me.
Grinning cruelly at the thought of that, I turned to her and said "So, Rambha ... what do you need from me... ?" my tone taunting. As the otherwise self-assured rustic girl faltered, and swallowed, clearly afraid of me, Hetal took up the cudgel on behalf of her. "Ohh, sahib ... look at the poor girl..." cupping the hapless Rambha's chin with her hand, and showing me her deformed buck tooth. "Because of her teeth ... no one even gives her work..." Hetal continued, letting go off Rambha's jaw.
Reaching up to her own chest, she began to idly scratch her chest just above the neck of her blouse, trying to purposely draw my attention to her well developed bosom. "The poor girl has no money to go to a doctor, sahib ... who can put wires in her mouth ... and fix her teeth..." she continued to speak for her friend, pouting her lips, and speaking in an exaggerated pitiable tone. She paused for a moment to see the expression on my face, and seeing no empathy, slid forward towards me.
Reaching between us, she lewdly pressed her palm to my partly erect phallus under the thick towel, and smiling lasciviously said "Please help her a bit na, sahib ... she will be eternally grateful to you..." fondling my erection through the thick white turkey towel. I had to give it to this girl, to come up something as innovative as that, to get me to fuck her friend. I wondered why she was taking so much pains to get me to fuck Rambha.
Feeling my flaccid cock responding to her manipulations under the towel, the busty Hetal grinned as she crooned "You will help her na, sir... "nodding her head at me suggestively. Reaching down, I grabbed Hetal's hand by her wrist, and twisting it painfully, making her wince, I said with a wicked grin "Well ... that depends on she is willing to do for me..." turning my gaze to Rambha.
Even before Rambha could speak, Hetal butted in by saying "Ohh, sahib ... she will do whatever you want..." massaging her sore wrist. Turning to her embarrassed friend, she demanded "Won't you, Rambha ... tell ... tell..." prompting her to confirm. Embarrassed to the extent of humiliation, her disfigured face contorting further, Rambha mumbled "Haan ... haan, sahib..." bobbing her head like a robot.
Walking behind Rambha, Hetal almost pushed Rambha towards me, as she said "At least see her once, sahib..." bobbing her head, trying to tell me with her eyes to check out the poor girl with her deformed teeth. As the poor girl bumped into me, I was shocked to see Hetal beginning to pull Rambha's choli off her torso, before taking it off completely.
As the surprised Rambha stood there submissively, stripped of her choli, clad only in her ghaagra and blouse, her average-sized 32-C mango-shaped conical breasts, bulging inside her yellow blouse that had definitely seen better days, I heard Hetal urge me from behind her back "See, sir ... she is not that bad..." brazenly asking me check out her friend's body. I had been in a rather feel-good state of mind when I'd returned this morning from Alka bhabhi's house, somehow feeling that I'd done something good.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 62

So, when these two slutty village girls turned up at my house in the morning, it had somehow irritated me. That irritation made me more vindictive towards them than I otherwise would have been. Morever, the cockiness combined with the brazenness with which the busty Hetal was behaving, was just irking me more. I was getting the distinct feeling that she felt she could manipulate me easily, knowing fully well that I was a sucker for willing cunts.

So when she prompted me to check-out the awkward looking, but otherwise OK Rambha, something snapped inside me. Taking a deep breath to control my anger, I leaned back against the granite kitchen platform. Reaching out, I pulled the nervous Rambha towards my left side. "Stand here..." I said to her rather gruffly, indicating that I wanted her to stand next to me on my left side, with her back to the platform.
Confused, the poor girl came and stood by my side, without any protest. Though she had average sized 32-C tits, and was hopeless in the looks department, she had one asset that seemed to more than make up for her lack of others. That was her incredibly wide and disproportionatel big ass. As with most of these rustic girls, who lived a hard life, she had a nearly flat, taut belly. But her average sized waist flared out into extremely wide hips, and that big butt.
As she came by my side, I slid my left hand behind her back, and clutching her slender waist, pulled her to my side, causing her hips to press against mine. Looking at Hetal, who stood in front of us, a confident smile on her face, I said "So, Hetal ... you want me to help your friend here, is it... ?" my tone challenging. She was a bit surprised at the tone of my voice, but nevertheless, she smiled, and nodding enthusiastically, replied "Yes, sahib..." that cocky confident smile still on her plump face.
"So, what can you do for me... ?" I asked her, speaking slowly and clearly. "Oh, she will do anything you want, sahib..." Hetal replied almost instantly, trying earnestly to convince me of her friend's ability to please me. "I'm not talking about her ... I'm talking about you ... what you can do for me... ?" I shot back, dismissing her recommendations.
"Me... ???" Hetal asked automatically, not sure if she'd heard me right. "That's right ... you..." I answered coolly, continuing to hold the now thoroughly confused Rambha by her waist at my side. A flustered look came on the busty Hetal's broad, blunt face, and as she fiddled with the single short braid of her crinkly bronzed hair, that lay on her left shoulder, she replied "Unhh ... anything you want, sir..." some doubt creeping into her voice now.
"So, Hetal ... you are willing to do anything I want ... for me to help your friend here..." I stated again, speaking slowly and clearly, wanting to drive home the point. "Umm ... yes ... yes, sahib..." she answered, no longer sounding confident any more. "OK, good..." I grunted, rubbing the palms of my hands together " ... take off your clothes, then..." I instructed, looking at her coolly. "Unhh ... what ... what, sahib..." she muttered through her thick lips, not sure if she'd heard me right. "You heard it ... take off your clothes..." I repeated, my tone level and cool.
She stood there fidgeting with the braid of her hair for the briefest of moments, probably wondering why I had turned on her, before she nodded, and smiling again, said "Oh, why not, sahib ... why not..." her tone taking on the seductive pitch again. Turning to look at Rambha, she said "I told you, na ... sahib likes me very much..." beaming at her friend, and using the opportunity to establish to Rambha again how much control she had over me.
Ignoring her grin, I watched silently, as she pulled the red choli off her shoulder, and with a flourish pulled it off her torso. Dropping the choli on the floor, she stood there confidently, cocking her stocky hip to one side, twirling her ghaagra around her legs, and justting her chest out proudly, to show me her overdeveloped, firm 36-C breasts, bulging inside her blouse.
Despite her cockiness, I had to hand this to her. She arguably had the largest and fimest pair of tits I had seen on an 18-year old. Jigna's friend, the lovely Sejal probably had larger breasts than Hetal, but they were nowere nearly as firm. As a result, the 18-year old Hetal's magnificent orbs sat proudly on her broad chest like twin rounded mountains; filling her newly stitched blouse very well. Given the size of her breasts, she was forced to wear a bra, something that was not a very common practice among these rustic village girls.
As she stood there in front of me, clad in only her ghaagra and blouse, her wide hips cocked to one side, and confident about her ability to attract men, I beckoned to her with my fingers to come towards me. She walked up to me, the cocky smile never leaving her face, and stopped a few inches away from me. Reaching out, I cupped one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts through the blouse, and grunted "Hmm ... nice..."
Throwing back her shoulders, and jutting her chest out, she beamed, satisfied with my response. Letting go of her, I turned towards the silent Rambha, and guided her also to stand in front of me. She smiled nervously, displaying her deformed buck teeth. I'd first heard about Rambha, when one of the neighborhood boys had told me that she would let anyone who was interested, play with her tits for as low as 20/- bucks!
Her tits were average sized, but they had an enticing conical mango shape to them. Her old yellow blouse was so worn that one could practically see through it, and she had visibly outgrown the blouse, as it was too tight around her arms and chest. Her 34-C conical breasts were just right for the size of her slender torso, and she had incredibly taut belly too.
But that's where the regularity ended, for her waist flared into incredibly wide hips, and a disproportionately large ass. Reaching out, I cupped one of Rambha's fleshy conical breasts, relishing the firmness of it, and said "Hmm ... not as big as yours..." glancing at Hetal, and pursing my lips.
Most girls would have reacted with some shyness at their tits being groped so wantonly by someone, but not these two. It showed how accustomed they were to using their bodies to get things done in their lives. "Bloody whores..." I thought to myself, even though I felt my cock growing under my towel. I could have just given these sluts some money and gotten rid of them, but for some reason, I was in a very sadomasochistic mood.
Alternately looking at the two of them, I said "OK ... take off your blouse..." my tone disinterested. Hetal responded with alacrity, and immediately began to open the hooks of her blouse. Rambha hesitated for a moment, and then seeing her friend obeying, followed suit. As Hetal opened her blouse, her cheap old-fashioned white bra, with large conservative cups came into view.
Owing to the sheer girth of her overdeveloped breasts, the bra was stretched taut across them. Pulling her blouse down her arms, she dropped them on the floor, and once again jutted her chest out, inviting me brazenly to look at them. As Rambha too slid her blouse down her arms, I noticed that the blouse was torn at the armpits. Her cheap white bra was old and frayed, and too small for her 34-C tits. As a result, the straps bit into her flesh, and were pulled upwards on the back.
As the girls looked at me expectantly, I said "The bra too..." indicating with my hands that I wanted them to take that off too. Completely in her elements, the busty Hetal smiled and immediately reached behind her back, the confident smile never leaving her face. Reaching behind her back, she quickly unclasped the hooks of her wide-strapped bra. With a practiced motion, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and pulled off her bra.
I had something like a bit of a fetish for seeing a woman bare breasted, wearing only a ghaagra or a petticoat. And as the slutty Hetal bared her magnificent 34-C breasts to me, I felt my cock become almost fully erect, protruding visibly now through the thick white towel around my waist. Hetal was quite fair compared to most of the village girls, and her big, firm, fleshy tits were almost perfect round orbs, that sat on her stocky frame without any sag. She had light brown aereolas around her thick budding nipples.
She had a spattering of freckles on her face, and there were some on her ample chest too. However, her skin was thick and rough, and desperately in need of some moisturizing. Turning my attention to Rambha, I glanced at her tits. Freed from the confines of that overtly tight bra, her conical mango-shaped breasts had tumbled out, and sat gently quivering on her chest. Despite being not as big as Hetal's, her tits were mouth-watering to say the least, and were capped by a pair of incredibly long black nipples, surrounded by small black aereolas.
I was feeling somewhat kinky now, and on a sudden impulse, walked towards my bathroom, saying to them "Wait here..." I returned a moment later, fetching a jar of Vaseline moisturizing body lotion, something that I used in the winters. Handing the Vaseline lotion to the flustered Rambha, I said "I want you to apply this on her body..." pointing towards Hetal. I saw the look of bewilderment on the two girls, as they exchanged glances, not having a clue why I had suddenly come up with this strange request.
Hetal was the first to recover, and bobbing her head enthusiastically "Yes ... yes ... why not..." before turning to Rambha and saying "Come on ... what are you waiting for ... don't waste Jignesh saheb's time..." as she walked to the stool that I'd pointed her to. As she sat down on the stool, straightening her back, her heavy firm breasts shaking enticingly, Rambha walked up to her clutching the jar of Vaseline body lotion.
I took the jar from her hand and poured a liberal amount of the moisturizing lotion into her palm, and watched as she began to apply it on Hetal's thick fleshy arms. As she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the lotion into Hetal's dry skin, her conical mango-shaped breasts jiggled enticingly. I watched, my lust mounting with each moment, as Hetal giggled and thrust her chest out, when Rambha's hands reached her breasts.
Rambha was now standing behind Hetal's back, and leaning forward slightly, as she began to massage the lotion on to Hetal's heavy overdeveloped breasts, moving her hand in circular motions. Hetal giggled, undoubtedly enjoying this strange exercise, as she felt Rambha's hand cup her heavy breasts, and massage them firmly, making her skin glisten.
Having finished with the front of Hetal's body, Rambha proceeded to repeat the same on her back, her face screwed in concentration, momentarily forgetting why they were here in the first place. As she finished with Hetal's back, she straightened, slightly flushed with the effort, her mouth watering tits heaving. "Now her legs..." I said to her hoarsely, pointing towards Hetal's legs. "Haan, sahib..." I heard Rambha answer, as she moved to the front and sat down by the side of Hetal's outstretched legs.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 63

As I watched, Hetal pulled up her ghaagra well above her knees, baring her fair thick stocky calves and heavy thighs to me. "Ohh, sahib ... this feels so nice..." she crooned seductively, grinning broadly to let me know that she was enjoying it. I smirked as I moved towards her sitting on that stool, and stood on her other side. Reaching down, I cupped one of her overdeveloped firm tits in my hand, and squeezing it, muttered "Yes ... this is better..." enjoying the incredible firmness of her 36-C breasts.

"Ohh, sahib ... that feels even better..." Hetal crooned with an exaggerated moan of arousal, as my fingers kneaded the firm flesh of her young teenage breasts. Grinning at me lasciviously, she slid her hand under the parting of my towel at the front, and took hold of my fully erect cock in her thick-skinned hand.
"Ooohh..." she moaned, feigning arousal, as her fingers closed around the shaft of my cock and pulled it out, through the opening of my towel. "Haii maa ... see how big saheb's lund is..." she exclaimed with exaggerated excitement, holding my cock, which stood proudly, the mushroom shaped tip swollen. Rambha, who was on her knees, massaging the lotion on to Hetal's muscular stocky legs, looked at my hard cock, and smiled suggestively.
Her hands had now moved up to Hetal's thighs, and were massaging them vigorously. Hetal pulled her ghaagra up further, bringing into view her cheap white panties. Spreading her thick thighs further, she said to Rambha "Aur thhoda lagaa, na..." asking her to apply more lotion.
Rambha had gotten more comfortable now, and smiling suggestively at me, displaying those grotesquely protruding teeth, proceeded to pour more of the lotion into her palm and began to apply it in circular motions along the insides of Hetal's thick white thighs.
As my steely hard cock twitched, Hetal giggled lasciviously, and began to stroke my cock, reaching out at the same time with her other hand, to fondle my swollen testicles. Seeing the cocky manner in which she was stroking my cock, I was tempted to grab hold of her head and shove my cock into her mouth.
However, I resisted the temptation, and instead just pinched her budding light brown nipples hard, eliciting an exaggerated yelp of pleasure from her. "Why don't we apply some on your lund also, sahib..." she said brazenly, grinning at me again. Seeing me nod, Hetal prompted Rambha, who crawled up on her knees towards me. She smiled at me toothily, and silently poured some lotion into the palm of her hand.
Gingerly cupping my swollen balls in her left hand, she wrapped her lubricated fingers around the shaft of my cock, and began to rub the lotion on my cock. In the meantime, Hetal reached to my waist, and quickly undid the towel. Wrapping her left arm, as she sat on the stool, around my waist, she began to run her palm along my thighs, even as Rambha held my rock hard cock and rubbed the lotion on to it.
I shook my head at the perversity of the whole thing, as I stood there completely naked in my kitchen, with two rustic village girls at my feet, one pressing her big firm breasts to my thighs, while the other was on her knees, massaging my cock!
As Rambha looked up at me wide eyed, grinning shyly, with her mouth open, I was tempted to thrust my cock into her buck-toothed mouth. Instead, I just reached for Hetal's overdeveloped, firm breasts, and cupping them roughly, grunted "Now, suck on it..." Unsure of whom I had addressed, the two girls looked at each other, before Rambha swallowed once, and rising a bit on her knees, opened her mouth to take my cock inside.
"No, not you..." I muttered thickly, taking hold of the single short braid of Hetal's crinkly bronzed hair, and pulling at it, forcing her to look up. Despite the roughness of my action, the slut that she was, she smiled broadly, and lasciviously licking her thick lips, said "Ooohhh ... I was dying to do that, sahib..." feigning exaggerated eagerness. Without getting off the stool, she leant forward, and without hesitation opened her mouth wide to take my cock inside.
"Ummmm..." she moaned with feigned desire, as she thrust her tongue under the shaft of my cock, and took the helmet shaped swollen tip inside. With the tip of my cock inside her mouth, she closed her lips around it, and looking up at me, attempted to smile. Clutching the base of my cock with her fingers, she began to twist and turn her mouth around my cock, lashing her thick tongue against it, trying her best to impress me with her cock sucking skills.
I saw, Rambha, who sat their on her knees, watching her friend sucking my cock intently, her jaw dropping, and her mouth opening involuntarily. As the busty Hetal began to bob her head back and forth on my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, I beckoned with my hands for Rambha to stand up. She complied immediately, and stood up.
Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I pulled her towards me, and reached up to cup one of her luscious mango-shaped tits with my right hand. Looking at her face, I kneaded the pliant flesh of her conical 34-C breasts, squeezing them hard. As her face twisted into a grotesque smile, I slipped my hand down her back, and cupped her incredibly big ass through that worn ghaagra, eliciting a tiny giggle from her.
These girls were probably used to being treated roughly, and so my callous demeanour was probably turning them on. Continuing to knead her tits and butt, I ordered her to lift one leg and place it on the stool on which Hetal said. As she complied, I roughly yanked up her frayed old ghaagra, revealing a pair of muscular, yet shapely, brown skinned legs. She had a fair bit of soft downy hair on her legs, which instead of putting me off, strangely aroused me.
Thrusting my hand between her thighs, I quickly slid my hands into her panties, and cupped the lips of her hairy cunt with my hand. She let out a little cry of surprise, when I suddenly felt her cunt. Swallowing involuntarily, she said "Saheb ... I cut my hair ... like you had told me to..." trying to smile as she said that.
I had forgotten about how I had made her lift up her ghaagra and show me her cunt at Radhika aunty's parlor, and that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me. "I did not shave, sahib ... like you told me..." she spoke again, and to my amazement, raised her ghaagra herself to show me her cunt! Looking at her cunt, I realized that she was right.
She had trimmed the thick patch of crinkly black pubic hair, as best as she could have with a pair of scissors, leaving only a thin cover of cropped of hair. "Good..." I muttered thickly, as I quickly slid my middle finger into her tight young cunt, feeling it grip my finger like a vice. I was surprised to find her already wet, and my finger slid in with relative ease, even as she opened her mouth and gasped audibly.
Even with my finger inside her cunt, her eyes were drawn to Hetal, who was now vigorously sucking on my cock, emitting low gurgling sounds from her throat, and her saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth. "Enough..." I grunted, grabbing hold of Hetal by her hair, and pulling her mouth away from my cock.
As my cock slid out of her mouth with a plop, she looked up at me with surprise, her mouth open, saliva drooling down her lips, and her magnificent breasts heaving. Letting go of Rambha, I took Hetal by her fleshy thick arms, and lifted her off the seat. Without a word, I guided her to the kitchen platform and told her to get on to the platform.
She looked at me with a bewildered expression, before nodding her head. Short and stocky as she was, she had to jump up to sit on the platform. As she sat on the platform and leaned back, placing both her hands behind her back on the platform for support, she grinned at me once again, her eyes eager to take on whatever I had in mind next.
Positioning myself between her legs, I pulled up her red ghaagra to reveal her fair skinned plump thighs. Reaching up, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her cheap white cotton panties and started to pull them down. As if anticipating what I was about to do, she lifted her butt of the granite platform, allowing me slide her panties down her wide ass.
As she straightened her legs and sat back, watching me with that cocky grin on her face, I pulled her panties down her thick stocky legs. As soon as I dropped Hetal's panties on the floor, the slut that she was, she pulled up her left leg, bending it at the knees, and placing her feet on the cool granite platform, spread her thighs to show me her thick teenage cunt.
Like the rest of her, her cunt was also fair skinned, and had a small patch of crinkly black pubic hair covering her pussy lips. As I looked at her cunt, she gave me a lascivious smile, and reaching between her thighs, wantonly caressed the thick puffy lips of her 18-year old vagina. "Oh, sahib ... see how wet I am..." she said with exaggerated arousal, running her hands over her vagina brazenly.
With a grunt, I reached out to feel her thick lipped vagina for myself. Bringing my fingers to her pussy, I parted the thick puffy lips of her teenage cunt with my fingers, revealing the pink wetness inside. "Mmmm..." she moaned, biting her lips, and thrusting her hips forward, inviting me to caress her pussy. Turning to Radhika, who stood there, watching my brazenly perverted actions with wide eyes, I said "Come here..." nodding at her.
As she walked up, I said "Now lick her pussy..." looking Hetal in the eyes. Hetal's eyes popped wide open, and for the first time today, I saw nervousness creeping on to her face. At the same time, the buck-toothed Rambha's hands flew to her mouth instinctively, covering her jaw which had dropped, and she looked at me with wide eyed surprise. "Come on ... what are you waiting for... ?" I snapped at her, not in the mood to show either of the girls any consideration.
I saw Rambha looking at Hetal's face nervously, unsure of what to do. I saw Hetal also looking at me, the smile having disappeared from her face. Seeing the set look on my face, I saw her nod to Rambha slowly, giving her the permission to go ahead. As the gawky Rambha hesitated, Hetal said to her for my benefit "Oh, come on, Rambha ... don't be shy ... sahib just wants to see how we girls do it..." trying desperately to prove to her friend that she had everything under control, and that there was nothing to worry about.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 64

Throwing a nervous glance at me, the visibly unnerved Rambha tentatively approached Hetal. As she came closer, Hetal slid forward on the kitchen platform, bringing her butt towards the edge of the platform, and holding her ghaagra bunched up above her waist, spread her thighs, and said to Rambha "Come on ... show sahib how we do it..." before looking at me and flashing me a nervous smile.

I took great satisfaction in breaking the cockiness of this busty rabaari teenager, and found myself grinning when I saw how quickly her cockiness had disappeared. Being the sluts that they were, I had presumed that they would have indulged in lesbian activities before. However, seeing the nervousness in both of them, I got the feeling that I was perhaps wrong.
As I watched, Rambha bent forward between Hetal's thighs, and throwing a last nervous glance at me, took her face close to Hetal's thick puffy lipped cunt. Screwiing her eyes shut, I saw her push her tongue out, and tentatively lick the sparsely haired lips of the busty Hetal's teenage cunt! She pulled back instinctively, finding the feel of pussy hair on her tongue distasteful.
Swallowing involuntarily, she reached for Hetal's cunt, and slowly parted the sprinkling of curly pubic hair on Hetal's cunt, and then again ran her tongue along the thick puffy lips tentatively. I saw Hetal watching her friend intently, leaning back on the platform, with her hands hind her butt for support.
As she felt the buck-toothed Rambha's tongue flick against her thick fleshy pussy lips, I saw her clench her fingers, and jerk involuntarily. With a little sigh, I saw Rambha beginning to lick the slit of Hetal's thick lipped cunt, making her friend cringe and stiffen. I was besides myself with lust now, and found myself automatically stroking my hard, wet, slimy cock.
In the bent forward position, my eyes were drawn to that incredibly big ass of Rambha, jutting out from behind her. Reaching for her ass, I ran my palm around it callously, through the old worn fabric of her ghaagra. On an instinct, I found myself pulling up Rambha's frayed ghaagra from behind, bringing her somewhat hairy, but shapely legs to view.
Pushing her ghaagra up, above her butt, I reached to pull her old cheap white panties down her disproportionately big ass, and those brown skinned shapely legs. As Rambha felt my palms roaming over her bared ass, I felt her clench her buttocks, as if half expecting me to slap or pinch her butt. Instead, I just slid my fingers along the crack of her ass, till I could feel the trimmed hair of Rambha's pussy lips from behind.
As Rambha held on to Hetal's thighs for support, and began to get the hang of licking Hetal's thick puffy lipped cunt, I slid behind Rambha and positioned myself behind her prodigious butt. Fisting my cock, I nudged the swollen mushroom shaped tip against the crack of her ass. As my rock hard cock grazed against the crack of Rambha's ass, I saw her jerk her head around to look at me, her eyes wide with fear.
"Saheb..." she muttered, the apprehension about what I was going to do writ large on her face. "What... ?" I shot back, a smirk on her face. "Unhh ... nothing ... nothing, sahib..." she murmured, deciding against voicing her concern. I was sure that she was worried that I was going to fuck her in the ass. Letting out a little chuckle, I said "Don't worry ... I'm not going to fuck you there..." running my palm over her large voluptuous butt.
Hetal giggled upon hearing that, and an embarrassed smile flickered on Rambha's face, the relief in her eyes visible. I was getting very turned on by watching Rambha lick on Hetal's thick puffy sparsely haired cunt; more so seeing the discomfiture of both girls in doing that. Hetal was trying to smile through clenched teeth, as the unfamiliar sensations of a tongue on her cunt assailed her body.
Though I knew she was a whore, I doubted if she'd ever had anyone lick her pussy, let alone another girl. To her credit, the gawky Rambha was giving everything in complying to my instructions. Though she seemed distinctly uncomfortable doing it, she was trying to do her best by thrusting her tongue out, and wriggling it against Hetal's thick puffy pussy lips. Glancing at Hetal, I taunted "So, how does it feel... ?" a smirk on my face.
Trying to grin bravely, she replied "Um ... it ... it tickles, sahib..." as she supported herself on the platform, and squirmed, her buttocks lifting off the platform involuntarily. Smiling back at her, I patted Rambha's prodigious butt, and asked "Are you ready now... ?" fisting my hard cock, and sliding it under her butt, causing it to nuzzle against her cropped haired cunt.
Twisting her head backwards to look at me, she gave me a toothy smile, before managing to reply "Uh ... yes ... yes, sahib..." automatically planting her feet wider on the floor. "Good..." I muttered, as I leaned forward to reach for her cunt from the belly. Running my fingers along the slit of her pussy, I muttered "Hmm ... doesn't look like you are ready ... you are not wet yet..." probing her pussy lips, and pushing a finger inside.
"No ... I am ready, sahib..." she blurted out immediately, her eagerness to please arousing me further. She quickly spat on to her fingers to wet them, and reaching under her belly, proceeded to wet herself with her moistened fingers. That utterly crude action made my cock lurch, and leaning against her butt, the shaft of my rampant cock pressing against her cunt, I reached out and cupped one of her dangling conical fleshy breasts with my hand.
Squeezing the firm yet pliant flesh of her mango-shaped tits, I rolled her long thick black nipples between my fingers, trying to arouse her further. She responded by spreading her feet wider apart, and guided my probing cock towards the opening of her cunt with her fingers. Bending my knees a bit, I thrust forward slowly, not wanting to hurt this poor girl.
"Haiii, maaa..." I heard the buck-toothed brown skinned 23-year old Rajasthani tribal girl cry out, as the swollen tip of my cock penetrated her sparsely haired cunt. As Hetal watched, her eyes glittering, I adjusted my hips, and taking hold of Rambha's huge ass in my hand, pushed forward, sending the thick shaft of my cock into her not fully wet cunt.
Hetal's face was flushed with excitement, and there was something like a crazed expression on her face, as she watched me begin to fuck her friend from behind. As my cock slowly entered Rambha's 23-year old cunt, I realized that she could take a cock of my thickness easily inside her. Some of these rabaari tribals were huge men, and I was sure someone like Rambha would have been fucked by many of them.
All the same, as I cock went in deeper, I saw her jerk her head upwards, pulling her mouth away from Hetal's cunt. Squeezing one of her dangling tits roughly, I pulled my cock out and then thrust it into her hard, unable to resist the temptation anymore. As my hips smacked against her huge buttocks, I heard emit a soft cry of "Haaiii...", holding on to Hetal's thighs for support. The insides of her cunt seemed to cling to my cock, as I began to rhythmically fuck her from behind, my hips smacking into her butt with each thrust.
As Rambha began to moan, Hetal grabbed hold of her head, and thrust it towards her thick lipped cunt again, urging her to continue licking her. I was pleased to see the busty Hetal also getting into the act, playing out the role she was expected to, perfectly. "Aur zor se choddo usko, sahib ... usko chudwaan bahut acchha lagta hai..." Hetal hissed through her clenched teeth, urging me to fuck her friend harder, by telling me that she enjoyed being fucked.
Seeing the slutty Hetal grin again, as she tried to encourage me to fuck her friend, I muttered to myself "Wait till I fuck you, bitch..." beginning to thrust into Rambha's cunt harder. Reaching under Rambha's belly, my fingers found the place where my cock was penetrating her cunt, and quickly located the clit on the upper side of her cunt.
Clutching one of her luscious mango-shaped dangling tits with my left hand, I began to furiously rub her aroused clitoris with the middle finger of my right hand, even as I continued to fuck her hard from behind. As my fingers began to manipulate her clitoris, I saw Rambha arch her neck, and clench Hetal's thighs hard, her buck toothed deformed mouth opening. I knew that if I waited to make her come with my fucking, I would end up coming too; and so, I resorted to stimulating her clit with my fingers.
Egged on my Hetal's coarse encouraging words, I continued to ram my cock into Rambha's hot juicy cunt, even as I fingered her clit furiously. Suddenly, without warning, I felt the hapless Rambha's thighs begin to quiver uncontrollably, and her knees starting to wobble. "Maaaiiiii..." I heard her cry out through clenched teeth, as I felt her cunt beginning to spasm uncontrollably, as she succumbed to the frantic minstrations of my finger on her clitoris, and my cock ploughing her cunt.
Letting go of her tits, I grabbed hold of her by her waist, and held her in place, even as I rubbed her clitoris mercilessly. Slowing down the pace of driving my cock into her, I focused on getting her off with my fingers on her clitoris. Soon, she let out a prolonged moan, her voice muffled on account of Hetal holding her head between her thighs, and I felt her entire body shudder violently.
"Bas, sahib ... basss..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her orgasm ravaged her body, her knees almost giving up on her. Satisfied, I stopped thrusting into her, holding my steely hard cock buried in her cunt, enjoying the sensations of her wet cuntal muscles spasming on my cock, even as I felt my fingers getting soaked with her copious vaginal secretions.
Satisfied, I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and helped her straighten. As she turned around, there was a dazed expression on her face, unstead on her feet as she straightened her back. Her mouth was open, her protruding teeth jutting out, and her luscious ripe breasts heaved, as she breathed heavily, trying to get herself under control.
My rock hard cock was wet and slimy with her cuntal juices, and stood out like a glistening pole, swaying gently like a menacing snake. Hetal had a crazed look in her eyes, and as her eyes were drawn to my cock, her hands automatically went to her pussy. Rubbing her cunt absent mindedly, one leg still drawn up on the platform, she asked me throatily "So, how did you like Rambha, sahib..." grinning cockily once again. The hapless Rambha, who had never expected to be driven to an orgasm, stood there watching me, as if awaiting a verdict.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 65

I suddenly felt sorry for the poor girl, and reaching out to her, pulled her towards me by her waist. Wrapping my arm around her waist from behind, I smiled and said "She's good ... I like her..." causing her to smile nervously too, as she struggled to get her breathing in order. As Rambha blushed, as if suddenly aware of her nudity, I felt Hetal reach out with her hand take my still hard slimy cock in her hand.

Fisting my cock, she grinned lasciviously and said "Arre, sahib ... you are still hard like a flag pole..." her eyes squinting with mischief. Smirking at her, I responded "So, what are you going to do about it... ?" reaching out to squeeze one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts. As I marveled at the firmness of her teenage tits yet again, she giggled seductively, and pushing her chest out towards me.
"Whatever you want, sahib..." she said, grinning mischeviously again. By now, she had jumped off the platform, and was standing next to me, twiddling with braided hair, trying to draw my attention to her magnificent tits. With a smile, I got on to the platform, and sat on it, dangling my legs below. Reaching out, with my left hand, I pulled Rambha towards me, making her stand next to my knee.
Dbanging my arm around her shoulder, I cupped her ripe mango-shaped tits and smiled at her, trying to let her know that I had acknowledged her presence. She responded my smiling at me, awkwardly trying to hide her protruding teeth. As her eyes were drawn to my cock standing up, she gingerly reached out to take it in her hand. Clutching my cock, she looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes, as if seeking permission to go ahead with something.
When I nodded my assent, she once again smiled shyly, before bending forward quickly, and taking my cock in her mouth. Pleasantly surprised, I leaned back, and caressed her bare back, enjoying the feel of her large thick nipples grazing against my thighs. At the same time, I felt Hetal snuggle up against me on the other side, pressing her huge firm tits to my side.
Grabbing hold of the single braid of her rough hair, I pulled her head back, and planted my mouth on hers. She let out a little groan, and opened her mouth wide, lashing her tongue against mine. At the same time, I pulled my left hand away from Rambha's back, and cupped her incredibly firm heavy breasts.
Kneading the firm flesh of her tits, I tongued her mouth furiously, turned on enormously by the manner in which Rambha was somehow taking the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As Hetal slid her hand between my thighs, and began to fondle my swollen balls with her thick pudgy fingers, I pulled my mouth away from hers, and in turn clamped it on her firm hard overdeveloped breasts.
With a groan, I began to suck on her incredible tits like a maniac, biting on them, and nibbling on her pinkish brown nipples with my teeth. Rambha was now intent on sucking me off, and I saw the way she was opening her buck toothed mouth wide, and taking my thick cock all the way up to her throat.
Rambha was an accomplished cock sucker, and the way she was going about it, I knew that I was not going to last for too long. With a groan, I pulled my mouth away from Hetal's tits which were now reddened, and gazed at Rambha's bobbing head with arousal. She was now emitting involuntary gurgling sounds from her throat, as she took in my cock up to her throat each time, and sucked on it frantically.
Realizing that my attention was drawn to Rambha, Hetal too knelt in front of me, and brought her face near my cock. As Rambha paused to catch her breath, Hetal took hold of my quivering cock, and began to stroke it rapidly. I felt like some slave master, as I watched these two tribal girls, bending in front of me, pleasuring my cock with their mouths.
"Ummmm..." Hetal moaned seductively, as she took turns to take my cock in her mouth, and suck on it furiously, before letting it slip out of her mouth. Thrusting her thick tongue out, she began to lick along the side of my slippery wet cock, beckoning to Rambha also with her fingers to do the same.
As Rambha followed suit, and began to flick her tongue on the swollen tip of my cock, with Hetal licking the sides, I clenched my hips, and felt my buttocks tightening. With a savage grunt, I let go, and my cock erupted, sending a thick wad of boiling hot semen shooting out of the inflamed slit of my cock head.
Hetal yelped in surprise, as I ejaculated without warning, my hot jism spattering on to her wide thick face. As her hands automatically flew to her face to protect eyes, I saw Rambha instinctively pull my cock away from Hetal's face, and point it towards her. As her fingers automatically pumped my cock, subsequent spurts of my hot cum, shot out of the inflamed tip of my cock, and landed on her chin; dribbling down to her breasts.
With a groan, I threw my head back, supporting myself by placing my hands behind my butt on the kitchen platform. Recovering from her initial shock quickly, Hetal also took hold of my cock, and pumped it, making the last few drops of my boiling hot semen ooze out of my cock. Satisfied with their efforts, the two village girls, looked up at me with their cum splattered faces, smiling at me bravely.
As my semen drooled down Hetal's cheeks, on to her breasts, she stood up quickly, wiping it with her hands. Spent, I could only sit back and watch, as the girls hurried towards the sink in the kitchen, washing my cum off their hands, faces, and breasts. Jumping off the platform, I too went into the platform, to clean myself up. By the time I came out, both of them had put on their clothes, and were talking to each other in hushed tones.
Seeing me approach, they fell silent, and turned to smile at me. Hetal was the first to speak, as she came up to me, and said "I hope you are happy, sahib..." smiling, as she twirled her ghaagra. I'd planned to fuck her also today, but had come before I could, thanks to the two of them working wonders on my cock with their mouths and tongues. 'Hmm..." I said, grinning enigmatically.
I knew she was here only for the money, and deciding to not waste any more of my time, turned around and went into my bedroom. Returning with my wallet, I pulled out a 500 rupee note, and handing it to Rambha, said "Keep this for now ... go to a dentist, and find out from him how much your braces will cost ... then you come to me..." maintaining a straight face. Rambha glanced at Hetal, and seeing her nod, took the money from me gratefully.
"Thank you, sahib ... I will be eternally grateful to you..." she said, smiling awkwardly, conscious of her buck tooth. "You don't have to be grateful for anything ... I am not doing you any favor..." I said coolly with a smile, patting her arm. Nodding, she bowed her head, seeming genuinely grateful. It seemed to be like she was not as manipulative a bitch as the slutty Hetal. Sliding up closer to me, Hetal said to Rambha "You go ahead and wait outside ... I'll join you in a minute..." signaling her with her eyes that she had something to take care of with me alone.
As Rambha left, throwing me a grateful smile again, Hetal turned to me, and wrapping her arms around my waist, pressed herself to me. Smiling seductively, she said "Nothing for me today, sahib... ?" her voice dripping with honey. The bitch was shameless enough to ask me for money, for having pimped her friend like a whore.
I felt like slapping her and throwing her out of the house, but held myself back somehow. After all, I was responsible for having allowed her to take these liberties with me. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was her gossiping with someone else about my sexual depravity with these village women. Grabbing her thick ass, I squeezed it as I said "Why should I give you anything today ... I didn't fuck you today..." smiling lasciviously, as I spoke these crude words.
"Ohh, sahib ... aisa mat boliye..." she crooned, pressing herself to me further. Reaching down to fondle my docile cock under the towel, she contined "You know you can fuck me any time you want, sahib ... even now..." as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly, trying her best to titillate me. Throwing back my head, I laughed mirthlessly and said "It's too late for that now..." I saw her cocky face fall, as she pouted and said "Ohh, sahib..." realizing that her charms were not working on me.
After a moment's pause, she said "Then, can I come again the afternoon, sahib..." her tone hopeful " ... I will make it worth your while, sahib..." trying to smile seductively again. I gazed at her for a moment, wondering how desperate she could get, before shaking my head. "Naah ... not today ... you come tomorrow morning..." I said to her with a little chuckle, enjoying myself thoroughly.
"OK, sahib ... I will come tomorrow then..." she piped, smiling bravely at me, albeit disappointed at not getting anything out of me today. Deciding to go a little easy on her, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet, and handed it to her. Surprised, her thick blunt fair face, lit up with a bright smile, as she grabbed hold of my hand and said in that husky squeaking voice of hers "Ohh, sahib ... I knew you were joking with me ... I knew it..." bobbing her head excitedly, thrilled at getting a 'tip' from me for her services, grinning broadly.
Standing on her toes, she planted a quick kiss on my lips, before shaking her torso from side to side, and purposely rubbing her firm breasts inside the blouse on my chest. Dropping her tone, she said "Saheb, if my mother asks ... please tell her that I made you happy today..." referring to the matronly Gajra ben. I was amused by how scared she was of her mother, who had almost thrashed her in front of me the last time the two of them were here. "Don't worry ... I will..." giving her a playful pinch on those firm tits of hers.
After they left, I closed the door and went inside to get dressed. My stomach was rumbling, and I wondered what I should do for breakfast. Just as I was pulling on my trousers, the bell rang again. I groaned inwardly, realizing that it would be the maids, Pushpa and Rani. After the session in the morning, I was in no mood to fool around with them, and muttering to myself, went to open the door.
To my surprise, it was not them, but my sexy 36-year old neighbour, the luscious Sarla bhabhi. She was attired in yet another lovely looking lavender chiffon saree, looking every bit the classic sexy housewife. As she stood there, hands on her hips, the saree tied well below her navel to show off her sexy belly, I couldn't help but marvel at how desireable she could be for sex-crazed youngsters like us.
"Ahem ... so you finally decided to visit your own house ... eh?" she said with sarcasm, but with that teasing smile on her luscious lips. Before I could respond, she pushed past me and bustled into the house. Closing the door behind her, she turned to me, hands on her hips, and with a stern expression on her face "So where have you been all these days ... you don't even come home to sleep, is it... ?" continuing to berate me in her inimitable style, without allowing me to speak.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 66

My heart skipped a beat, as I realized she had been keeping a watch on when I slipped in and out of the house. "Umm, I've been around, aunty..." I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with my shy collegeboy charm. "Around ... around... !!!" she exclaimed, cutting me off again, as she walked up to me.

Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none to gently like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued "Do you know that you left the door of your terrace open... !!!" berating me like a dominating aunt. "Uh-oh..." I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she tweaked my ear rather painfully, before letting go of it. Pursing her lips, she questioned again "So where have you been spending your nights, young man... ???" nodding her head as if daring me to answer.
"Umm ... aunty ... I've been sleeping at one of my friends place..." I mumbled, praying she'd not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi's house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty's house the night before. "Hmm..." she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me standing there like a chastised collegeboy, her expression relaxed.
Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Arre, beta ... your aunty gets worried, na ... your mother called me yesterday night since nobody was answering the phone here ... and it looks so bad if I am not able to tell her where you are..." cooling down considerable, and speaking in a more understanding tone. "Oh..." I mumbled, realizing I had not called up my parents this week.
Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued "Anyway ... I told her that you are doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ... and that she had nothing to worry about..." caressing my chest, as she looked up at me fondly. "After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of you ... isn't it... ?" she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at the hair on my chest.
Despite having my got my rocks off only a while back, I felt myself responding to her teasing mannerisms. Reaching out, I wrapped both my hands around her waist, and pulled her to me, causing her lush ripe 36-year old body to press against mine. Looking into her eyes, I said "Oh, aunty ... I missed you..." smiling shyly at her.
Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said "Don't you try to sweet talk me, you little devil..." smiling nonetheless, as she caught me looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it. "Ohh, poor boy ... you must have not even had breakfast..." she exclaimed, her motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she bustled into the kitchen, tying the pallu of her saree around her waist.
"Oh, boy ... why the hell does she turn me on so much... !!!" I groaned inwardly, even as I felt my insatiable cock stir inside my briefs. Scratching my head in wonder, I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she went about fixing breakfast for me. Putting the milk to boil in the milk cooker, she quickly got down to making some batata-poha, a tasty Gujarati breakfast made with crushed rice flakes and potatoes.
As she was soaking the rice-flakes, she said "By the way, the servants wont be coming for the next 10 days ... they have gone to their village for Navaratri..." referring to the Gujarati festival of nine nights. "So I have asked Gajra ben to arrange for someone in the interim..." she continued, referring to the 46-year old rabaari woman, who supplied milk in our colony.
"Um ... OK..." I mumbled, wondering if Gajra ben would be sending her daughter as the domestic help. "Acchhaa ... talking about Navaratri ... I have heard that your club organizes the best Garba program in the city..." referring to the prestigious club that my father was a member of. "Uhh ... yeah ... it's quite nice..." wondering what she was driving at.
"Good ... good..." she said, as she went about making breakfast for me. As I waited, she continued "You know, beta ... every year ... for Navaratri ... my husband used to arrange for complimentary passes for some club ... but this year ... he is not able to make it..." straining the water from the rice flakes.
Glancing at me to check if I was listening, she continued "So this year when Amisha asked me, where I would be taking her ... I said sorry beta ... this year your Sarla aunty has not been able to plan anything..." tossing some finely chopped onions and green chillies into a round-bottomed pan. I tensed when I heard her mention Amisha's name, wondering what she had to do with all this.
"Uh, who Amisha, aunty... ?" I murmured, trying to put on a suitably bewildered look. "Oho ... you are so forgetful ... Amisha ... Mayuri ben's younger daughter ... the one you gifted the bicycle to ... on her birthday ... remember... ?" she exclaimed, shaking her head at my so called forgetfulness. "Oh, yes ... sorry..." I answered, nodding my head as if I'd suddenly recollected who Amisha was.
Sprinkling some spices on the chopped onions and chillies, she continued "You see ... every year I take them along with me for Garba ... the poor girls ... they don't have a father, na..." wrinkling her nose as the onions & chillies sizzled in the oil. "Hmm..." I muttered, suddenly feeling sorry about the fact that Amisha and Seema did were actually fatherless. Mayuri ben had told me more than once to stay away from Sarla bhabhi, branding her a cougar after young boys. But it didn't seem to me like Sarla bhabhi harbored any such sentiments towards her.
Tossing the chopped potatoes into the pan, and covering the pan with a lid to allow the potatoes to cook, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she said "So, beta ... will you be able to arrange passes for us to your Club..." smiling sweetly at me. "Umm ... I guess so, aunty ... I will speak to the Club Manager..." I responded, making a mental note to call up the manager.
"Umm ... will Mayuri aunty and Seema didi be also coming... ?" I asked, as Sarla bhabhi put some water to boil for making tea. Turning to look at me, she replied "No, beta ... how can Mayuri ben come ... she is a widow ... and I don't think Seema also will..." shaking her head. "Ohh..." I mumbled, nodding her head in understanding.
"She sure doesn't behave like one..." I thought to myself, reflecting on Sarla bhabhi referring to the lusty Mayuri ben as a widow. "But Amisha may like to bring some of her friends along..." Sarla bhabhi continued, as she put in tea leaves into the boiling water. "Would that be a problem, beta ... to arrange for some extra passes... ?" she asked, turning to look at me.
Pursing my lips, I pretended to think about it for a while, before answering "Umm, no ... I don't think so..." trying hard to conceal my excitement about the prospects of going for Garba with not only the teasing Sarla bhabhi and the sexy teenaged Amisha, but also her friends.
Lifting the lid of the pan to check on the contents, she said "By the way, that girl has become totally fidaa on you..." glancing at me with a naughty grin. "Who... ?" I answered, trying to sound bewildered. "Amisha..." replied Sarla bhabhi, smiling at me knowingly " ... ever since you arranged that birthday party for her ... and gifted her that bicyle..." she finished, shaking her head, as if amused by my naivety.
"Oh, that was just..." I mumbled, pretending embarrassment, and leaving my sentence unfinished. Stirring the contents of the pot, and taking a bit of it in a spoon to check on the salt, she grunted in satisfaction, before closing the lid again. The aroma of the batata-poha, coupled with my hunger, made my mouth water, and I said "Mmmm ... that smells great, aunty ... I'm dying to eat it..." smiling as I ran my tongue over my lips.
As she beamed with pride and smiled fondly, I added "How lucky I am ... to have the good fortune of breakfast being made for me by such a gorgeous lady..." grinning from ear to ear. "Chal hat..." she chided me " ... don't try to flatter your aunty..." as she reached out to playfully hit me with the ladle. Laughing, I jumped out of her reach, even as she was distracted by the tea starting to boil over.
Reaching to quickly turn off the gas, she smiled at me rather fondly. It pleased me to see another side to Sarla bhabhi. She had always been this cock-teasing aunty, a teasing, and sometimes mocking smile on her face. But now, I could see shades of something like fondness in the way she occasionally smiled at me. Continuing to smile, she fluttered her eyelashes and said "I hope you still would like to see your Sarla aunty in a ghaagra-choli..." referring to that ornately designed dreses that girls and young women wore for Garba.
"I could never forget what you told me that day ... that you used to come to watch Garba ... only to see me dance in my ghaagra-choli..." she added, continuing to smile at me seductively. It was a fact that I used to gawk at her those days. She was, after all, every teenage boy's fantasy, and the only one among the "aunties" in our colony, who dared to wear a backless choli.
"Oh, aunty..." I replied, the color rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed that she'd remembered me admitting that to her. Pleased at the response she'd elicited, she smiled and said "So, you'll get a chance to see me in that again now..." her prominent cheekbones turning a shade of red, as she smiled at me seductively. "I hope I fit into it now..." she added with a chuckle.
The batata-poha was by now ready, and as she transferred the contents into a plate, I let out a deep sigh, amazed at how much this teasing, sexy 36-year old housewife, still managed to turn me on. "Come, now ... have your naashta ... I'm sure you are starving by now..." she said in a motherly tone, as she carried the plate into the living room. I tucked into the hot batata-poha with relish, muttering praises through mouthful, as she sat next to me at our dining table, and watched me eat.
Once I'd eaten my fill, she brought me my tea. As I sipped on my tea, she cleared the plates, taking over the role of my mother in the house for the moment. It was amazing how married women could switch between different roles so easily. One moment, they could smother you with their motherly affection, and the other moment, they could overwhelm you with their pent up passion in bed.
As Sarla bhabhi returned to the living room, adjusting the pallu of her saree, she smiled at me and said "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast, beta..." patting my belly. Grabbing hold of her hand, I gallantly kissed it and said "I loved it, aunty ... but more than that, I loved your company..." grinning broadly. She beamed and blushed at the same time, as she gushed "Wait till tonight, beta ... we will have a good time..." smiling tantalizing at me again.
"I have to go to the parlor, now ... to get ready for tonight..." she added teasingly, referring to us going out for Garba tonight. "I will speak to Amisha and let you know how many extra passes we will need, OK beta..." she said, as she bustled out of the house, in the same manner in which she'd come in.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 67

After Sarla bhabhi left, I called up the manager of our Club to arrange for the passes. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help. As I thanked him for his kindness, he responded effusively with an "Oh, anytime sir ... anytime ... after all your guests are our guests also..." leaving me smiling.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully; the only highlight being the darling Kalpana aunty coming with my lunch in the afternoon. After the night before last, a new sort of bond had been established between us. Though she was extremely warm to me, I could sense the undercurrents of discomfiture in her mannerisms. After all, how would one expect any self-respecting mother of two to behave with a young college-goer like me, with whom she had such a complex relationship?
Not only was she having a passionate sexual dalliance with a 20-something youth, but her teenaged daughter too seemed to be completely infatuated with him. A middle-aged woman having an affair with a youngster seemed bad enough; and the fact that she had to share his affections with her own teenaged daughter only complicated matters further.
Especially when matters had gotten out of hand, and mother and daughter had ended up sharing their bodies with me; that too, right in front of each other. I could well imagine how difficult it would be now for her to not only face me, but her own daughter. These were the thoughts that preoccupied me, as I ate my lunch, even as she watched me affectionately.
Our conversation was polite, to say the least, and when I hugged her as she was about to leave, I could see the conflict raging within her body and soul. Even though I had spent the most erotic night imaginable with Kalpana aunty and her 17-year old daughter Jigna, a part of me now wished it had not happened; at least not the way it eventually did.
The look in her eye as she looked at me fondly and kissed me softly on the lips, was of a woman who had been stripped of her last vestige of modesty before me; and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not wanting her to find out about me taking Sarla bhabhi and Amisha to our club for Garba, I told her about it myself.
She was nice about it, and wished me a good time, but when I asked her if she, Jigna, and Jatin-bhai would like to join us, she declined politely. "It's very kind of you to ask, beta..." she said " ... but we would only be a burden..." smiling warmly at me, as she touched my cheek affectionately. It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.
Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with their friends.
I was hoping that Amisha's best friend, the pretty Barbie-doll like Krutika would come along, and was somewhat disappointed when I came to know that she wasn't. Instead, it was going to be the dusky South Indian girl Mini, who'd been given permission to go out at night, only if she were accompanied by a male from their family, which in this case had turned out to be one of her cousin brothers, who was visiting them from their home town in Kerala.
Refreshed by my afternoon siesta, I went up to my terrace for a work-out, spending more time on tightening my biceps with my dumb-bells. Given the new laws that had come into effect, clubs could not remain open beyond 1:00 AM in the night, the program was supposed to start by 8:00 PM. After a rigorous work-out, I had a quick shower, and got ready for the evening. I decided against shaving, realizing that my 2-day old stubble did look all that bad, and somehow made me look older than I actually was.
Deciding to wear a wine-red Kurta along with my faded blue denims, along with a pair of Jodhpuris, I was at Sarla bhabhi's house by about 6:30 PM, having nothing else to do. "Ohh ... you are already ready... !" she exclaimed as she opened the door. "I must hurry up then..." she said with a little laugh, as she closed the door behind us. I had been looking forward to seeing how she would look in the traditional Garba attire, and even though I had expected her to look fabulous, I was stil left breathless by how she looked.
She was wearing lovely pink ghaagra-choli, which despite being conservatively cut, was stunning in its understated elegance. She looked regal in that; the perfect picture of a lovely vivacious housewife, who conveyed her age with élan. She was still clutching the comb with which she had been brushing her hair, and when she saw me gaping at her, she beamed with pride. "So, how do I look, beta... ?" she asked, pushing back her hair, and posing before me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
Smiling slowly, I replied "You look magnificent, aunty..." unable to pull my eyes from her lovely breasts under the somewhat transparent pink choli, and her incredibly desirable milky white belly, the ghaagra tied well below her navel, accentuating her naturally curvy and lush body. "Ohh, don't call me 'aunty'..." she intoned with an accentuated pout, before breaking out into a laugh.
As I too laughed at her little theatrics, she said "On a serious note, beta ... do you think this makes me look more 'aunty-like'..." gazing expectantly at me. Taking a step back, I made a show of holding my chin and pursing my lips, as if inspecting her closely. "Hmm..." I grunted, as I nodded my head, as if making some profound observations, causing her to protest "Oh, come on ... don't tease me ... I am serious..." smiling nonetheless.
In all fairness, in this attire, she looked more classy than sexy. Looking at her, I asked "Do you want my honest opinion, aunty... ?" smiling naughtily. "Of course ... please..." she replied immediately, her expression expectant. "Umm ... let me see..." I began, trying to choose my words carefully.
"You ... umm ... look magnificent, aunty ... very elegant ... very classy ... very lovely..." I began, watching her nod her head automatically, soaking in the adulation she'd come to expect from me. "But..." I continued, looking to see if her expression changed. "But what..." she automatically exclaimed, her beaming face falling a bit, nodding her head as if urging me to complete.
"But ... there's something ... umm ... missing..." trying hard to get my thoughts in order, even as I looked at her closely. "Missing ... what's missing, beta ... tell me..." she urged, a slightly bewildered look on her teasing fair-complexioned high-cheekboned extremely desireable face, even as she self-consciously began to smooth her lovely flowing ghaagra. "But ... you look more beautiful than sexy..." I finally said, a sheepish grin on my face.
Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she took in what I said, glancing at herself in the mirror hung behind their main door. Adjusting the pallu of her almost transparent chiffon-like pink choli, she looked at me in the mirror and said "So, you're saying that I'm not looking sexy enough..." repeating what I'd just said, as if trying to interpret something out of it.
Pursing my lips, I said "I'm sorry, aunty ... but, yes..." I replied. Realizing that she'd taken my observation far too seriously, I said "I mean ... this is lovely ... but I think ... I think ... you would look so hot ... so sexy ... if you wore a backless choli..." my voice becoming hoarse as I spoke the last few words. Hearing that, she pouted her lips, and exclaimed "Oh, beta ... I know ... I know ... but I'm too old to wear backless cholis now..." her face creased with disappointment.
"Oh no, aunty ... that's all in your mind ... you still have ... umm ... such a lovely figure..." I interjected, protesting vehemently, gazing lovingly at her lush, ripe, not so full, figure. She seemed to have not even heard me, as she turned to face the mirror again. "You don't understand, beta ... my breasts are not so firm anymore..." she said matter of factly, subconsciously reaching for her full, rounded 34-C breasts, supported by a bra under that pink elaborately adorned blouse that she wore, and hefting them in the palms of her hands.
Hearing the sexy Sarla bhabhi talk to me so openly about her body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Taking a few steps to get behind her, as she stood facing the mirror with her back to me, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and placing my hands over her breasts, I said huskily "Oh, aunty ... don't say that ... you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen..." trying my best to flatter her, even as my fingers felt the contours of her lacy bra under the blouse.
As I rested my chin on her shoulders, and pressed my pelvis to her soft lush butt from behind, she looked at me in the mirror, and catching my eye, smiled at me fondly. "Oh, beta ... you are so cute..." softly touching my hands which rested on her breasts. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, pleased with the attention I was lavishing on her, she smiled once again, and said "I know you love your Sarla aunty, beta ... but the fact is ... without my bra ... my breasts sag..." once again reaching to cup one of her lush, soft breasts, and squeezing it for effect.
I felt my cock stiffening automatically inside my denims as I watched her cup her own breasts, and talk to me about them so freely. Letting go off her, I turned her around to face me, and taking her hands said "OK, aunty ... do me one favor ... at least just wear it and show me once ... after all, we have enough time... "showing her my watch. "And once Amisha is here ... we'll ask her for her opinion also ... the let us decide..." I said decisively, desperately trying to convince her.
As she stood there thinking about it, still uncertain, I persisted "Oh, aunty ... please ... at least for me..." putting on my best charming collegeboy expression, and smiling at her. Seeing the expression on my face, she finally smiled slowly, the inherent seductiveness returning to her teasing smile. Pinching my cheeks fondly, she said "OK, beta ... if you say so..." as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 68

"Fantastic..." I replied with a big smile, as I stepped back and nodded happily. "I'm honored ... oh my dearest Sarla aunty..." I said with a flourish, bowing my head in mock chivalry. "You naughty boy..." she chided me fondly, playfully slapping me on my arm. "By the way ... you and I are part of a little conspiracy already..." she said, something coming to her mind suddenly. "What's that... ?" I asked automatically.

Grinning naughtily, she said "Both Amisha and her friend want to wear backless cholis as well ... but obviously ... since their mothers wouldn't allow them ... they are going to do it clandestinely..." shaking her head excitedly. "So, they are going to wear regular blouses under their backless cholis when they leave from their house ... but they're going to come here ... and get rid of the blouse..." she continued, her eyes twinkling merrily, as she shared the little secret with me.
"And we are their partners in crime..." she added, chuckling heartily as she finished. While the more adventurous and liberated girls wore backless cholis during Navaratris, it was common practice for the relatively conservative girls to wear a regulation blouse under the backless choli. That way, they didn't have to sacrifice the glamor and allure of those elaborately designed cholis, since the best looking ones were inevitably backless ones; while at the same time not look "aunty-type" wearing only those boring blouses.
Hearing this little nugget of unexpected information, I began to look forward to the evening more than ever. "Oh, by the way ... you are looking really nice too..." I heard Sarla bhabhi say suggestively, snapping me out of my reverie, even as she came close to me, and placed her hand on my chest, caressing the muscles of my chest through my silk wine-red kurta. As I beamed with pleasure, she caressed the two-day old stubble on my cheeks, and said seductively "And this stubble makes you look really sexy too..." her eyes dancing on me teasingly.
More than anything else, what turned me on about Sarla bhabhi were her cock-teasing mannerisms. And this time was no exception, as she bit her lips suggestively. "Oh, come on, aunty ... when will you stop teasing me..." I protested, with a groan. She laughed at that, and replied "When you stop ogling at my body..." enjoying teasing me, and basking in the knowledge of having an adulatory youngster like me around.
Her mocking annoyed me, and aroused me at the same time, and with a grin I said "Can't help it, aunty ... you are just so hot..." reaching out to touch the milky white smooth skin of her fleshy waist from the side. "Save it for later, my darling beta..." she said with a little laugh, as she pulled away from me. "Let me try on the other dress..." she said suggestively, as she walked inside to her bedroom, leaving me shaking my head incredulously. With a sigh, I sat down in the comfortable couch, as she closed the door of her bedroom to change.
As I sat in the living room, waiting for Sarla bhabhi, the bell rang. Even as I got up to open the door, I heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside "Beta, can you get the door ... it will be Amisha and her friends..." Replying to her in the affirmative, I walked up to the door and opened it. It was indeed Amisha and her classmate, the sexy Mini, along with her cousin brother. "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." Amisha greeted me excitedly when she saw me, immediately reaching out to grab hold of my hand.
"Hi baby..." I said with a smile, as I let them in and quickly closed the door behind them. Amisha looked extremely desireable in a classic red Garba attire of ghaagra-choli, which was elaborately adorned in the popular 'rabaari bharat' style of embroidery, with a liberal sprinkling of tiny mirrors stitched into the cloth, which glimmered and shone, as they reflected light. There was something extremely provocative about college girls when they wore grown-ups' clothes like a saree, or this attire for that matter.
Even the most unremarkable of girls could get transformed during Navaratris, simply on account of that lovely attire. Being attractive even otherwise, Amisha was simply transformed, her confident, self assured demeanor adding to the allure. Her friend, the dusky Mallu girl, Mini, too looked simply vivacious, resplendent in an equally elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, which was of a stunning shade of deep blue. While Amisha's well developed 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, the sexy Mini's equally firm 32-B breasts looked incredibly well rounded under her elaborate choli.
"Where's Sarla aunty, bhaiya... ?" Amisha asked me, as she practically dragged me by my hand into the room. "Inside..." I said with a smile, pointing to the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom. "Oh, let's go inside ... come on..." Amisha said excitedly to Mini, letting go off my hand, as she went up to Sarla bhabhi's bedroom and knocked on the door. It was then that I noticed the young fellow, who was ostensibly Mini's cousin brother from her home town in Kerala, standing there awkwardly.
Turning to smile at Mini warmly, who herself stood there a trifle out of place, I extended my hand to shake hers, as I said "Hi Mini ... you look lovely..." even as I took her hand in mine and shook it warmly. She blushed, predictably enough, and smiling, said "Thank you, bhaiya ... you're looking very handsome too..." her mischevious eyes glinting. Turning to smile at the young boy, I said "You must me Mini's cousin ... hi, I'm Jignesh..." introducing myself. "Hai ... I am Biju..." the young Keralite boy answered awkwardly, as he shook my hand.
I had to stifle a smile, for some of these typical Keralite names never ceased to amaze and amuse me. Mini, and now Biju, were classic examples of that. "Good to meet you, Biju..." I replied warmly, wondering how much he would get ragged for just his name, had he been in my college. As Mini followed Amisha into Sarla bhabhi's bedroom, I caught a quick glimpse that both girls had indeed worn blouses under their backless cholis.
As I sat in the living room with Siju, I learnt that he was only an year elder to Mini, and had just completed his college, and was waiting for admission into a college. Though, he was extremely dark, he had the classic good looks that some Keralites are blessed with, complete with dark curly hair, thanks to Kerala's famous coconut oil! He was a pleasant enough fellow, and I soon learnt that he was big time into sports, and had even represented his college at the State level in both football as well as athletics.
As I sized him, I saw that he was blessed with a naturally athletic and muscular physique, which the likes of me, no matter how much time I spent pumping iron, could never ever build. He was a whole head taller than me, and suddenly I felt like somewhat physically inadequate in his presence, as I glanced at his strong shoulders, muscular fore arms, and thick calloused extra large feet.
But like with many such supremely physical specimens, he was somewhat awkard and goofy around people and not very self assured. Moreover, he had a thick South Indian accent that made me smile, whenever he spoke. I noted that he was not dressed for Garba, clas as he was in a simple pair of trousers and checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked.
He must have caught me glancing at his clothes, for he suddenly asked "Umm, bhaiyya..." pronouncing it as 'baiia' in his thick south Indian accent " ... I came only because Mini's mother would not have allowed her to go out alone ... I came from Kerala only yesterday ... and I don't have 'jubba' or anything..." making me smile when he used the word 'jubba', and also the accent with which he pronounced it.
It did not matter what one wore, but I realized he would feel terribly out of place at the Club, where everyone would be in their traditional best. Thinking quickly, I said "Don't worry, Biju ... I have an idea..." suddenly realizing that he'd probably fit into some of my clothes. Getting up, I said "Come on..." deciding to jump over to my place, and see what I could lend him to wear for the night. I remembered that I'd picked up a two pairs of jeans from the boutique store where Sapna worked yesterday, which I'd not even tried on, and vaguely suspected of being a tad oversized for me.
And I had plenty of kurtas in my wardrobe, and was sure that I could find something that would fit him. As he hesitated, I said "Come on ... we don't have time..." smiling at him, to make him feel at ease. As I'd suspected, the jeans were a size too large for me, and therefore fit him perfectly. And I also found a sober yet classy hand-woven cotton checked kurta that went well with the dark blue acid-washed jeans.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, I could see that he was immensely pleased with the result. "Perfect ... you look perfect..." I said, patting him on the shoulder, causing him to smile at me broadly, his big pearly white teeth shining. "Thank you very much, bhaiyya..." he said, shaking my hand vigorously, the gratitude evident in his smile. I knew I'd made a new friend at that moment.
Just as we got back to Sarla bhabhi's house and let ourselves in, the bedroom door opened, and Mini came out. To say that she'd been transformed would be an understatement. The girls seemed to have spent some doing their make-up under the guidance of the ever green Sarla bhabhi, and the results were impressive.
Mini had dark curly hair, which she habitually tied in a single braid at the back of her head, the curls held in check with multiple hair clips. However, now Sarla bhabhi seemed to have worked some magic on her hair, using liberal amounts of some hair spray that held the hair in place, and had helped her tie her hair in a single bun behind her head, undoubtedly helped by some false hair also.
The elaborately adorned dupatta was now worn as a ghunghat of sorts, held together over the bun of her hair with the help of hair clips, though still leaving most of her head uncovered. Her dusky complexion had been pepped up with the mandatory foundation that made her look less dark, and she even had some rouge highlights on her cheeks.
Sarla bhabhi had even helped her apply masacara to highlight her eyes, and also used the mascara pencil to good effect by using it to make three small dots in a triangular formation on the cleft of her chin.
"Wow, Mini ... you look wonderful..." I found myself saying, as soon as I laid my eyes on her, making her blush and smile. At the same time, her eyes fell on her cousin brother, and her eyes widened in surprise. She exclaimed something in her native tongue to Biju, who just grinned awkwardly and pointed to me.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 69

"Ohh, bhaiyya ... this is so nice of you..." immensely pleased at me having helped out her cousin with his wardrobe, as she automatically came to me and touched my hand. That's when she caught me looking at her chest, trying to figure out if she'd actually gotten rid of the blouse underneath, since there was no way of making it out from the front, the choli being the type which covered the entire front of her torso, including her belly.

I saw her blush and smile excitedly at the same time, as she looked up at me and whispered "Yes ... only the choli..." nodding her head excitedly. Her brother had now moved into the passage to the kitchen and was combing his hair using a mirror hung over the washbasin, and using the moment, I slid my hand around her back.
My heartbeat switched gears when I slid my hand upwards under her ghunghat, from her lower back to the upper back, and felt the skin of her bare back all the way through, except for the three strings at the back that held the choli in place.
"Lovely..." I found myself whispering back, my cock hardening almost instantly when I realized that she wore nothing else under that backless choli. I'd always wondered if and how girls managed to wear bras under these backless cholis, since I could never spot the strap of a bra at the back.
Despite her discomfiture at not having anything else underneath, I could see that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and a hint of a smile, with a mix of shyness and seductiveness, played on her lips. The fact that her tender young tennis ball type 32-B breasts sat absolutely firmly under the choli, with practically no sag, spoke volumes about her firm her breasts were.
Unlike Amisha, who still had a bit of baby fat on her body, Mini was the lean, firm, hard bodied type. Hearing the sounds of the bedroom door opening again, I quickly pulled my hand away from Mini's bare back, even as she too hastily pulled away. "How do I look, bhaiyyaa... !!!" I heard Amisha exclaim, as she came bustling out of the room, her pretty angular face beaming with pride.
As she stood there, pirouetting on her toes, twirling her long elaborate ghaagra, I found myself shaking my head incredulously. She too had been transformed, and looked absolutely ravishing. Sarla bhabhi had worked her magic with the make-up on Amisha too, and she looked every bit the delicious Gujarati teenage girl, resplendent in her traditional attire.
Even as Mini watched, somewhat bemused at Amisha's exuberance, Amisha came trotting to me, and clutched both my hands excitedly. "Ohh, aunty is so wonderful ... I am so happy ... so happy..." she exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down on her toes, causing her unsupported ripe young 32-C breasts under the choli to jiggle excitedly.
"I am speechless, baby..." I said, clearing my throat, continuing to soak in her beauty, even as I saw Mini smirk through the corner of my eyes. I could sense the undercurrents of rivalry between these two young teenage collegegirls, as both of them vied for my attention. But Amisha seemed oblivious to everything else, as she reached up to pull my head towards her, and whispered in my ear "Bhaiyya ... I'm not even wearing a bra..." her tone excited.
As she let go off my neck, and I straightened, I felt my cock give another appreciative twitch inside my jeans, at the uninhibited, naïve manner in which this sexy young teenager was telling me that she was not wearing anything else under her choli. Smiling broadly, displaying all her teeth, she asked again "So tell me, bhaiyya ... how do I look... ?" her eyes wide with expectation.
"You look gorgeous, baby..." I said with a smile, reaching out to pat her cheek gently, in a brotherly sort of way, which was only for the benefit of the dusky Mini who stood watching us closely. "Ohh, I know ... I know..." Amisha gushed, too excited to notice the little change in my mannerisms.
"Beta, Jignesh ... can you come in here for a minute please... ?" I heard Sarla bhabhi call out for me from the bedroom. "Excuse me, ladies..." I said with exaggerated politeness, and a wink to the two girls, causing both of them to burst into giggles. As I pushed open the bedroom door, Sarla bhabhi, who'd been waiting behind the door, quickly closed it behind me.
As she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt my cock give a noticeable jerk in the confines of my tight underwear. The cock-teasing milky white complexioned Sarla bhabhi looked sizzling hot and ravishing enough to eat! She'd changed into an all-black ghaagra-choli-ghunghat attire, that was intricately embroidered with tiny red triangles, which held similarly shaped tiny mirrors in place.
She looked like a much fairer, younger, and prettier version of Ila Arun, the Indian folk singer, the mascara in her eyes, and those three black dots on the cleft of her chin, standing out against the milky white complexion of her skin. She'd applied a lovely shade of lipstick on her lush lips, and wore a pair of dangling ethnic ear-rings.
Her heavily embroidered black choli had a deep round neck, that gave an enticing view of her lush cleavage, and the predominantly black color of her attire contrasted beautifully with the milky white complexion of her skin. There were only a few women who could carry off an all-black attire with such élan, and the lovely Sarla bhabhi was definitely one of them.
As I stood there gawking at her, my mouth agape, I could see that she was pleased with the effect her appearance had had on me. "I'm waiting..." she said with a teasing smile, as she batted her mascara-lined eyelashes flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words just caught in my throat. She had not worn the ghunghat over her head, leaving it dangling from her shoulder, and my eyes were drawn to her bosom.
Unsupported by a bra, her lovely 34-C breasts had settled down a bit on her chest, but not unduly so. On the contrary, they somehow looked a size larger than before. "Helloo..." I heard her say, pinching me good naturedly, snapping me out of reverie. Swallowing once again, I finally managed to gasp "Aunty ... you are ... you are like a dream come true ... you are the most..." unable to complete, as I just shook my head in awe of her sheer sexiness.
The attire she wore had definitely become a bit tight for her now, and it only served to accentuate the curves of her body even more. The front of her choli managed to cover most of her belly, but still left a tantalizing strip of her milky white belly uncovered just above her ghaagra. And the strings holding her choli in place at the back were tied tightly behind her back, accentuating her naturally curvy shape, where her waist flared out into full wide hips.
Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her hips, allowing me a feel of the smooth milky white skin of her bare waist, and said "So, do I still look as good as the Sarla aunty you used to come to watch play Garba ... many years ago..." she asked in a husky whisper, a teasing smile playing on her lush lips. "Ohh, aunty ... even better ... even better..." I found myself answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.
Pleased, she let go off my hand and took a step back. Straightening her shoulders, she asked me "Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are sagging... ?" she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion. "Oh no, aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ... bigger..." I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she asked me for my opinion. "Do they... ?" she asked, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips again. "Yes..." I replied, nodding.
Smiling at me knowingly, she stepped closer to me and said "The secret is bra pads..." taking my hand in hers, and placing it over her lush breasts. As she pressed my palm to her lush breasts, I realized that the reason her medium sized 34-C breasts looked a tad larger, and sat a tad firmer on her chest, was indeed on account of the bra-pads that she'd inserted into the cups of her choli. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts through the choli, and pressing the protruding bulge of my penis to her belly. "You're going to drive all the young guys like me out there crazy tonight..." I said with a smile, making her blush with pleasure.
We were getting late for the program, and pulling myself away from her, I said "I think we better leave now, aunty ... before you drive me crazy..." winking at her naughtily, eliciting soft laughter from her. As Sarla bhabhi gathered her purse and followed me out, the two young girls crowded around her, gushing with excitement about how lovely she looked. That's when Sarla bhabhi noticed Mini's cousin, Biju, who stood there gaping at her. Smiling prettily, she said to him "Oh, you must be Mini's cousin ... hello, beta ... I'm Sarla..." extending her hand to him.
The tall, dark Biju looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and he just stood there, his thick lipped mouth slightly agape, staring at Sarla bhabhi like she was some angel from heaven. Mini nudged him with her elbows, even as Sarla bhabhi looked at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Uhh, hello, aunty..." he finally croaked, taking Sarla bhabhi's extended hand awkwardly, pronouncing 'aunty' in his thick South Indian accent so that it sounded like 'andy'.
Sarla bhabhi chuckled, as she took in this strapping, young, albeit awkward lad, even as Mini rushed in to cover for her brother's awkwardness. "You know, aunty ... Jignesh bhaiyya gave him these clothes to wear..." trying to divert her attention. "Oh, is it ... why, that's very nice of him ... they suit Biju very well..." smiling sweetly at Biju. As Biju finally shut his gaping mouth, still holding on to Sarla bhabhi's hand, she laughed and said "You can let go off my hand now, beta ... I'm not running away anywhere..." her merry eyes twinkling.
In this brief exchange, it had become evident, that Biju had been simply mesmerized by Sarla bhabhi's sexiness and beauty. The poor guy had probably never seen a woman like her at such close quarters, let alone shakes her hand. And I had also detected a gleam in Sarla bhabhi's eyes, as she subtly checked out this dark, strapping young lad, her cougar like basic instincts liking what she saw. Something in the way Sarla bhabhi looked at Biju made me feel a bit jealous.
Brushing the thoughts away from my head, I announced "Come on, let's go ... we're getting late..." clapping my hands together for attention. "Yes ... yes..." the girls chirped in unison, as we all headed out, even as Sarla bhabhi locked the door behind her. "Here, beta ... you are the designated driver for the night..." she said, extracting her car keys and handing it to me. We got into her Maruti 800, with Biju in the front passenger seat, and the three women getting into the cramped rear seat.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 70

I felt like a shepherd taking his flock to the pastures, listening to the excited chatter of the girls behind, and the intermitten lilting, teasing laugh of the luscious Sarla bhabhi. Soon, we reached the Club, and as I stopped the car at our designated spot in the parking lot, everyone scrambled out, eager to go to where the Garba program was being held in the club's sprawling lush green lawn.

As we walked inside, the girls chattering excitedly with Sarla bhabhi, Biju fell into step with me. "Have you ever attended a Garba program... ?" I asked him, simply to make him feel at ease. "No, never ... this is my first time..." he replied, his eyes taking in the decorations all around the Club. The best thing about Navaratri programs at our club was that since entry was only by invitation, one never had to deal with the crowds that thronged most Garba venues. Moreover, the crowd was much better, since only members, and their invitees could come.
As we entered the sprawling lawn, which was lit up like a Christams tree, the 'Aarti', a mandatory prayer before the dancing started, was going on. I met quite a few of our family friends, all of whom politely inquired about my parents, and moved on after giving me the mandatory invitation to their houses for lunch or dinner. We stood there in the lawn, waiting for the prayer to get over, and I noticed that Sarla bhabhi was lavishing a fair bit of attention on Biju; laughing and joking with him, trying to get him to talk.
Mini too hung stood by her cousin's side, trying to help out her shy cousin brother wherever required. Taking the opportunity, Amisha came up to my left side, and sliding up close to me, slipped her fingers through mine. Brushing her young, firm breasts against my upper arm, she said softly "Bhaiyya ... I never said thank you for bringing us here..." continuing to look at the people gathered in the lawn.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I replied "You don't have to, baby ... you know how much I like being with you..." bringing a pleased smile to her lips. Pressing herself to my side, she said "And bhaiyya ... you are looking very handsome today ... very sexy..." letting me get a good feel of her ripe young teenage breasts under her thick choli. Slipping my fingers out of hers, I slid my hand to her back under her ghunghat, and caressing her smooth bare back, I replied "You too, baby ... you too..." relishing the feel of her smooth untarnished skin.
The 'aarti' done with, an announcer came on stage, and introduced the band which was going to play tonight, eliciting loud cheers from the small crowd, as they were a popular group, comprising of two girls, Preeti & Pinki; who'd taken the Garba song scene by storm in Gujarat. As the band started to play, people formed their own small groups, and began to dance and sway to the Garba music, the tempo being slow to start with.
"Come bhaiyya ... let's also start..." Amisha said, tugging at my hand. I saw Sarla bhabhi also dragging the poor Biju by his hand, coaxing him to join us. "Oh, don't you worry, my son ... I will teach you how to dance..." she said to him with a smile, even as Mini looked on with a bemused expression.
One of the main reasons I hated going for Garba, was the fact that I was born with two left feet, and was a terrible dancer. However, since everyone started off with the most basic style of dancing, I managed to keep up with them, beginning to enjoy watching Sarla bhabhi trying to teach the awkward young Biju the basic steps. It was evident that this strapping, young South Indian lad was completely enamored by Sarla bhabhi, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her lush body, which swayed seductively, as she began to get into her rhythm Garba.
It was evident that she was an accomplished dancer, and despite her age, she was far more pleasing to the eye than many of the much younger girls around. I saw many guys from other groups also throwing appreciative glances at the vivacious Sarla bhabhi, who seemed to be in her elements, and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was quick to laugh at Biju's awkward steps, but yet warm and patient with him all the same, undoubtedly enjoying the attention of everybody around.
Amisha, too was at her flirtatious best, her roving eyes constantly on the lookout to see who was watching her. Sarla bhabhi's mouth watering sexiness, coupled with the pretty Amisha's self-assured flirtatiousness, made sure our little group got a lot of attention from people around. Amisha enjoyed the attention she was getting from guys in other groups, and she was responding to their looks with surreptitious smiles of her own.
It always amazed me to see how otherwise shy girls, transformed themselves into seductresses during Garba, and the sexy Amisha was no exception. She was a natural grace that was attractive and seductive at the same time, and I found myself smiling, admiring the way she moved her body to the slow beats of the music playing. In the bright lights of the lawn, she looked incredibly desirable, the light glittering off the tiny mirrors on her ghaagra-choli.
Mini, on the other hand, was distinctly less comfortable. Though she'd learned to dance, she was nowhere near as self assured as Amisha, and I caught her glancing at me more than once. Each time I caught her looking, she'd smile, and pull her eyes away. Suddenly, I heard a voice call out behind me. Turning around, I was surprised to see who it was. It was Amisha's best friend, Krutika, who'd come up to us, accompanied by two good looking guys.
The sight of the lovely Krutika simply took my breath away, and I fell out of step, as I greeted her "Oh, hi Krutika ... what a surprise..." She looked simply stunning, in an absolutely gorgeous peacock-feather shaded ghaagra-choli, the make-up and the lights serving to accentuate the sheer gorgeousness of her pretty Barbie-doll like face. "Hi, bhaiyya..." she said with a smile that left me speechless, even as she turned to the others and greeted them.
The three college friends quickly got together, speaking all at once, excited at seeing each other so unexpectedly here. As everyone was introduced to each other, I came to know that of the two guys accompanying Krutika, one was her brother, while the other was her brother's friend. Unlike me, both of them were decked up in the traditional rabaari attire of men, looking every bit the part, and leaving me feeling somewhat under-dressed.
Upon sighting them, Amisha's face had lit up like a million-watt bulb, as she gushed "Hi Krishna..." addressing Krutika's good looking brother. They seemed to know each other, and in that instance, I realized that Amisha had a distinct crush on her best friend's handsome brother. I found myself smiling, watching Amisha's excitement, realizing that I was a fool to think that I was the only guy she was interested in.
Needless to say, Krutika's brother and his friend, were also taken in by Sarla bhabhi's exuberance and sheer gorgeousness, and I could see how much Sarla bhabhi enjoyed the company and attention of young boys. The tempo of the music had begun to pick up, and Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Come on ... join us..." pulling Krutika's brother's friend by the hand, who grinned broadly at the attention she was paying to him. Both the guys were accomplished dancers, as was the lovely Krutika, and as the steps began to get more complex, I found myself out of sync more often than not. All the same, I was enjoying the sight of the young bodies of these three teenage girls swaying to the music, their firm breasts jiggling enticingly under their cholis, and their laughter and giggles ringing in my ears.
We soon formed pairs, dancing side by side in a row, with Amisha pairing up with Krutika's brother, Krutika herself pairing up with her brother's good looking friend, Sarla bhabhi making sure the dark-skinned Biju was with her, and Mini with me. As the steps started to become more elaborate and complicated, I glanced at Mini, who was also trying gamely to keep up, and made a face, trying to convey to her that I was out my depths here. She smiled warmly, and mouthed silently "Me too..." nodding her head at me.
We were all beginning to dance with gusto now, and despite the cool October night, I could see beads of sweat forming on everyone's face. It was an incredible sight watching the luscious Sarla bhabhi letting down her hair, her lovely 34-C breasts supported by those pads inside, swaying enticingly. Despite the joy and fun-filled atmosphere, and some fantastic music being played by the band, I felt my cock hardening inside my jeans watching Sarla bhabhi dance.
Feigning clumsiness and tiredness, I excused myself saying "OK ... I need a break ... I am tired ... and thirsty..." eliciting groans and protests from everyone in the group except the hot young Mini, who just smiled at me knowingly. Even Biju, who despite being all over the place with his amateur efforts, tried to hold me back, grinning broadly as he tried his best to follow Sarla bhabhi's steps.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I stepped out of line and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait, bhaiyya ... I'm also coming..." I heard Mini call out to me from behind, as she too quickly got out of line, and trotted up to me on her toes. Smiling at her, I said "I'm no good at this..." wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, don't say that ... you're the best..." she said simply, throwing me glance, as if trying to say how I could even say that. As we walked towards the building, she surreptitiously slid her fingers through mine, and said "How could you leave me alone with them, bhaiyya..." her lips pouting in mock hurt.
Laughing, I squeezed her fingers and replied "Oh, sweetheart ... I didn't want to ... I just thought you were enjoying it so much..." loving her for saying that. "I enjoy being with you..." she said simply, again looking at me with a smile, before adding "I came only because Amisha told me you were going to be there, bhaiyya..." leaving me speechless with the directness and simplicity of her talk.
By now, we had entered the building and reached the place where a water dispenser with disposable plastic cups had been placed for the members. As I filled a cup with water and handed it to Mini, she took it from me and said sweetly "You are so nice, bhaiyya..." tilting her dusky face to one side. She was beginning to embarrass me with her compliments, and so I said "Sweetheart, now you're beginning to make me feel emabarrassed..." smiling at her myself.
She just giggled in response, before proceeding to gulp down the water. Our thirst quenched, we walked back to the lawn, where the raas was now in full swing. Our group could not be spotted, and I presumed they'd moved away elsewhere, as it always happened when people danced with gay abandon. "Shall we go sit there... ?" I heard Mini say, as she once again slipped her fingers through mine, and pointed to spot in one corner of the lawn, a fair distance away from the center where all the people were grouped together.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 71

"You sure you don't want to dance anymore... ?" I asked her, to which she replied immediately "Yes, I am sure..." even as she began to lead me to the place she'd indicated. There were a few people sitting around in the grass, some couples, and some in larger groups, all at a discrete distance from each other. Garba was the only opportunity many youngsters got to hang around together till late in the night, and many of them were making the most of it, preferring to sit close to each other, rather than dance with the group.

As we found a spot some distance away from the others, I plopped down on the soft grass, which was slightly damp with dew, and let out a loud sigh. As Mini also sat down by my side, tucking her ghaagra under her butt, and drawing up her knees to spread her ghaagra around evenly, she said "I'm so glad you invited me to join you, bhaiyya..." smiling warmly at me again. "Me too, sweetheart..." I said with a wink, as I sat back with my legs outstretched in the front, and my palms resting on the grass behind my back.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the proceedings, and simply soaking in the atmosphere. Turning to look at me, Mini said "You know, bhaiyya ... Amisha has a huge crush on Krutika's brother..." smiling mischievously as she let me on to what she thought was a big secret. "Yeah ... I can see that..." I replied with a laugh, despite feeling a wee bit jealous.
"And whom do you have a crush on... ?" I asked her in the same vein, laughing as I looked at her teasingly. Without any hesitation, she replied simply "You..." looking at me with those large round eyes. I was taken aback by the directness of her reply, and took a moment to recover. "Oh..." was all that I was able to muster, as I continued to marvel at the simplicity and directness of her.
The first time I'd met her at Amisha's birthday, I'd concluded that she was a flirt, who loved to have the attention of boys. But today I was beginning to see a new side to her. Not only did she have any qualms in admitting her feelings, quite unlike most girls her age, but she also had an incredibly straightforward way of going after what she wanted. As I struggled to say something, she asked "Do you like me, bhaiyya... ?" again looking at me intently with that enigmatic smile on her thin lips.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart..." I replied, quickly gathering my wits, before adding "Don't you remember what I said to you at Amisha's party that day... ?" looking at her intently in turn. Nodding her head quietly, she replied "I never forgot it, bhaiyya ... you said that you thought I was the sexiest girl in the entire group..." her voice even and without hesitation. Once again, I marveled at how unabashed she was in saying what she just did; though I had to admit that I'd forgotten I ever said that to her.
"I'm glad you remember..." I said simply, smiling at her with genuine warmth. I half expected her to slide closer to me, and cling to me, but she did nothing of that sort. She just smiled, and turned to look away, watching the groups dance in the lawn. This dusky South Indian girl was turning out to be something different from the other teenage girls I'd met. Either the girls were very emotional, reacting predictably to my smooth talk, or they had been openly flirtatious, their responses being once again predictable.
But Mini was neither of the two. In some ways, she was a bit of both; expressive of her feelings, and in the same breath, flirtatious in an intriguing sort of way. Realizing she was not going to make the first move, I glanced around quickly before sliding up closer to her. Sliding my hand under the ghunghat that covered her back, I placed the palm of my hand on bare back, and said "I like you, Mini ... I like you very much..." my tone sure, and my expression without pretense.
"Thank you, bhaiyya..." she said softly, lowering her head to rest her cheek on her knees, and smiling at me sideways, still continuing to hold her arms wrapped around her knees. "I like you a lot too, bhaiyya..." she added after a pause, batting her eyelashes at me. At that moment, the sight of this dusky dark-skinned girl, looking gorgeous in that attire, coupled with the manner in which she'd said the last few words, made me want her badly.
As my fingers caressed her bare back, feeling the bones of her spine, I saw her clutch her arms around her knees harder, and a tiny shudder go through her body. Despite not expressing it openly, I knew that my touch was doing something to her. She seemed to be waiting expectantly for me to say thing, as she was looking at me unwaveringly, the half smile steady on her slender dark lips.
"Want to go for a walk... ?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. "Yes ... sure..." she replied immediately in a soft voice, before getting up quickly. As I too got up, she slid her hand around my elbow, and clutched my upper arm, brushing her body against me, unmindful of the people sitting around. With her holding my arm thus, we walked out of the lawn slowly, and headed towards the canopied pathway that led to the outer gardens of the Club.
The club had a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a pond and a fountain the center. The garden was lined on all four sides with thick shrubs that rose up to shoulder height, and therefore afforded some degree of privacy to whoever chose to sit in the garden. There were wooden benches laid out along the four sides of the garden, spaced out at distances of roughly 20 feet.
Lighting in the garden was by way of well concealed dim lamp shades that were placed artistically in between the shrubs; and a small cluster of lights illuminating the fountain the center. As we entered the garden, I saw that a few like minded couples had already occupied some of the benches. While some couples just held hands, others were adventurous enough to be kissing each other, the dim lights and the well spaced out placement of the benches, affording them reasonable privacy.
While one could make out that people were sitting on the benches, unless one walked up really close, it was impossible to make out who the persons were. In all, it was like a mini lover's nest, the landscaping, the sound of water falling in the fountain, and the dim lighting lending a distinctly romantic air to the place. In the dark, I grinned inwardly, wondering what the hell I was doing here with a 17-year old teenager whom I'd met barely a week back.
We found a bench, which was some distance away from the nearest couple, and sat down. Dbanging my arm over the wooden backrest, I leaned back and let out long sigh. We just sat there silently on the bench in the dimly lit garden, watching the multi-colored lights illuminate the fountain, and the cool night breeze blowing away the perspiration. There were few people with whom I could enjoy silence, and this dusky, sensual teenaged collegegirl sitting next to me seemed like the perfect companion.
While most teeanged girls grew uncomfortable with silence, she seemed to sense my mood, and sat there quietely by my side, happy to just be in my company. As we sat there, I saw her pull up her legs on to the bench, and cover her feet with the elaborate flowing ghaagra, her anklets making soft jingling sounds. She drew the ghunghat around her shoulders, covering her arms, and blew out through her lips. "Feeling cold... ?" I asked her, turning to look at her in the dark. I saw her smile in the dark as she replied "Umm, yes ... a bit..."
She was seated on my right, and as I placed my arm which was dbangd over the backrest of the bench on her slender shoulders, she quietly slid closer to me, and rested her head against my shoulder. For some reason, I was not feeling sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was to do with the serene atmosphere of the night, the music blaring from the loudspeakers sounding distant; and perhaps also on account of Mini's open, yet clean demeanour. We just sat there, with my arm resting on her shoulder, and her head resting against mine.
In a while, I felt Mini raise her right hand and place it on my chest, her left arm still tucked between her legs in her lap. Without lifting her gaze, she asked me "Bhaiyya ... can I ask you something... ?" her voice very soft. "Sure, Mini..." I replied, without thinking. She was silent for a moment, before continuing "You like Amisha very much... ?" the statement sounding like a question. I tensed, hearing this question, and cursed myself for being caught in these kinds of situations. "Umm, yeah ... I've known them for a while now..." I answered evasively.
She was silent for some more time before asking "But do you love her, bhaiyya... ?" stunning me with her directness yet again. I knew I was walking on a minefield here, but managed to keep my voice steady nonetheless. "Well ... that depends on what you mean as 'love'..." I began, my mind working furiously to think of a suitable answer. "If you mean, do I love her as a person ... then the answer is yes ... just as I love all my close friends ... but if you mean, do I love her in a special sort of way ... then the answer is no..." I finished, hoping I was making sense to this young girl.
She seemed to mull over what I had said, her head still resting on my shoulder. Since she was silent, I asked "Why do you ask, Mini... ?" trying to sound cool about the whole thing. She seemed to be debating on whether to tell me or not, before making up her mind. Pulling her head away from my shoulder, she straightened and looked directly at me.
"She has been telling Krutika that Jignesh bhaiyya is in love with her ... head over heels in love with her..." Mini said in a slighty unsure voice, looking intently at my face to guage my reaction " ... and Krutika told me..." she finished. Though I was stumped, I managed to keep my surprise under check. Smiling slowly, I shook my head in exasperation, before chuckling softly. As I mulled over what Mini had just told me, I realized that Amisha was no Jigna.
She was a smart cookie, who knows how to get her way with guys, and I was no exception. And that also explained why the incredibly pretty Krutika had been rather restrained with me, when we'd met earlier in the day. "Well, if that's what she's been telling everyone ... I can't help it ... can I... ?" I said with a forced laugh. Though I knew Amisha was no angel, this had still taken me by surprise. But then, I had no one else to blame, but me.
After all, on the night of her birthday party, when I'd take her for a ride on my bike, she'd asked me kiss her, and even told me to tell Krutika, if she asked me, that I had indeed kissed her. So the girl was probably just trying to show off to her friends how dear I was to her. "Yes ... that's true..." I heard Mini reply, as she too smiled slowly.
Turning to look at her I said "Look, Mini ... I really don't care what she's been telling others ... if that makes her happy ... then so be it ... it doesn't change anything for me..." trying my best to sound unconcerned about the whole thing. She was silent for a minute, chewing on what I'd just said, before nodding her head in assent.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 72

After a while, she asked "Bhaiyya ... that day ... when you told me that you thought I was very sexy ... why did you say that... ?" throwing me off guard once again with her line of questioning. I looked at her sharply, and saw that there was a simple uncomplicated look on her face. She was asking me a straight question, and probably expected a straight answer. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, before turning in my seat to face her.

"Look, Mini ... that day there were a lot of people at the party ... and your friend, Krutika ... was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in your group..." I began, deciding to talk straight with her. As she nodded her head, listening to me intently, I continued "But in your entire group ... you stood out ... for many reasons ... and I couldn't help but notice you..." keeping my voice steady.
As she continued to nod, I said "First of all ... I loved the way you carried yourself ... you seemed more like a grown-up than a teenager ... you exhuded a kind of sensuality that appealed to me ... your smile and your body language were flirtatious, but not overtly so ... it was sensual, without being cheap..." pausing for effect. She kept nodding her head in silence, lapping up every word that I uttered with the utmost concentration.
Realizing she was waiting for me to continue, I said "And then, let's face it ... I think you look incredibly sexy too ... you may not be the prettiest girl in the world ... but there's something undeniably sexy about you..." continuing to search her face for any signs of discomfiture. I had chosen to speak in the most ornate language possible, hopping to muddle her in the words, and I wondered if she'd caught everything I'd said.
"I noticed your clothes ... your skirt ... which was just the right length ... neither too long ... nor too short ... and I noticed the way you walked ... the way your hips moved..." I continued, pausing to clear my throat, wondering if I was doing the right thing by speaking my mind. She kept nodding, listening to me intently, neither smiling, nor showing any displeasure, patiently waiting for me to continue. "And to be frank, Mini ... I think you have an incredibly sexy body ... and so I just couldn't stop looking at you..." I finished, letting out an audible sigh in the end.
Sitting back, I smiled wanly at her, and said "So that's what it is, Mini ... I'm not sure how you have taken this ... or what you think about it ... but that's the truth ... whether you like it or not..." continuing to look into her eyes. I had expected two reactions. Either, she would slap me and storm off from there; or she would fling her arms around me, displaying a rush of passion, and fall all over me telling how flattered she was at my observations.
But to my pleasant surprise, she did neither of the two. Instead, displaying maturity that belied her tender age, she just smiled, nodded her head, and looking me straight in the eye, said "Thank you, bhaiyya..." her voice very soft. Then, without batting an eyelid, she asked me simply "Bhaiyya ... can I hug you... ?", her voice so soft, that it touched me. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at her warmly, and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder once again from the back.
She leaned towards me and slid her arms around my torso, sliding her left arm behind my back, and her right one under my armpit, clutching my shoulder blades. This caused her slender, firm, dark skinned body, in that lovely dark-blue elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, to press against my torso. I also felt the incredible firmness of her rock-hard breasts under the choli, press against my chest, causing my cock to stiffen instantly.
Her ghunghat, pinned to the artificial bun of her hair, had slid to one side; exposing her bare back, save for the two strings that held the choli together. Placing the palm of my hand on her exposed back, I gently caressed her slender shoulder blades, wondering to myself how many girls I'd get involved with. She held on to me, her face pressed to my chest, my heartbeats reverberating in her ears, as if never wanting to let go of me. I kept waiting for her to say something to me, about me, but she never did; remaining silent all the while that she held on to me.
Part of me wanted to slide my fingers inside her choli, and fondle those incredibly hard breasts that were pressing against my chest. But I held back, not wanting to destroy the purity of the moment. After a while, I slid my left hand up to her face, and pulling her face up by the chin, said to her softly "Mini ... I think we should be going back ... or they will start wondering where we've vanished..." smiling at her, and suddenly placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled a genuinely warm smile, before nodding her head silently, and pulling away.
Holding hands, we walked back to the main lawn, where the 'raas' had gotten over, and the 'daandiya' was about to start. We quickly spotted Sarla bhabhi in the crowd, who easily stood out in the predominantly young crowd, the older folks having run out of steam and retired. Her face was flushed red with the excitement and exertion, and her creamy white pretty face was dotted with sweat.
Despite being out of breath, she was still a bundle of energy, intently teaching the doting Biju, the steps of 'daandiya' played with those two wooden sticks. As we approached them, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed aloud "There you are ... I was beginning to think the two of you had eloped..." letting out a hearty laugh at her own little joke. As I grinned, she said to Mini "You know, your brother is a quick learner ... he's even managed to tire me out..." letting out a loud exaggerated breath to display her fatigue.
As we all laughed, and Biju beamed, Sarla bhabhi placed her left hand on his strong muscular shoulders, and leaning against him, said "This young man is making me feel old..." laughing and winking, even as she let her lush, soft breasts press against his elbows. I found myself smiling at how Sarla bhabhi could see easily cock-tease and arouse young lads like us. Biju, had obviously noticed that, and by the grin on his face, I could make out that this was not the first time she'd let him enjoy the feel of her lush 34-C breasts.
I wondered how big his cock had grown inside his pants, being subject to this constant cock-teasing by the sexy Sarla bhabhi. Biju was speaking excitedly to his sister in their native tongue, ostensibly telling about how much fun he'd had, when Sarla bhabhi butted in and exclaimed to Mini "Hey, what's he telling you ... is he complaining about me... ?" laughing, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Even before Mini could answer, Biju interjected saying "Oh no, aunty ... I was just telling her what an excellent dancer you are..." grinning from ear to ear, displaying his pearly white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark, sweaty complexion. "You are wonderful, aunty ... just wonderful..." he gushed, unable to control his excitement of being in the company of such a sexy middle-aged Gujarati lady. "Lucky bastard..." I thought to myself, to have enjoyed the company of such a woman, in the one week that he'd come here on a holiday.
"Where's Amisha... ?" I asked casually, looking around for her. I heard Sarla bhabhi snicker, as she pointed to a group and said "There..." a wry grin on her face. As I looked in the direction that Sarla bhabhi had pointed, I saw Amisha. She was throroughly enjoying herself in the company of Krutika, her brother, and his friend. Her ghunghat had slipped off the bun of her hair, and now hung on her shoulder, giving all who were watching an ample view of her bare back, as she twirled and danced to the tune of the 'daandiya' music.
Even to the casual observer, it was very obvious that she was all over Krutika's good-looking brother, who too was enjoying touching her exposed back on some pretext or the other, as they danced. The pretty Krutika was dancing with her brother's friend, and I saw her glance at me. However, when I caught her eye, she quickly looked away, continuing to dance with a grace that just made me crave for her.
Shaking my head, I looked at Sarla bhabhi and said with a laugh "Chalo, at least she's having a good time..." trying hard to keep the resentment from my voice. Realizing I was disappointed with Amisha, Sarla bhabhi said "So, why don't we have a good time too ... come on ... let's dance..." herding all of us in a group. Thanks to Sarla bhabhi's exhuberence, I soon forgot about Amisha and Krutika, and began to enjoy myself with the daandiya.
We had fun for the rest of the night, and worked up a good sweat, as more and more people let their hair and inhibitions down. With just about an hour left for the scheduled program to end, Amisha came up to us and called Sarla bhabhi to one side. We couldn't hear what was being spoken between them, but there was much coaxing and cajoling from Amisha's side, with Sarla bhabhi being non-committal initially, before shaking her head and agreeing to something finally.
As Amisha beamed excitedly and turned to go, she threw me a big smile, and mouthed something silently, gesticulating with her hands. Without understanding what she'd tried to convey, I just nodded and smiled politely at her. We saw her walk back to her group, and soon they wound up and began to leave. As they passed by us, waving their goodbyes to us, Krutika stepped aside for a moment and walked up to me.
Coming up to me, she smiled politely and said "We're leaving, bhaiyyaa ... my brother is taking us to another place ... it was nice to meet you today..." extending her hand to me. As I shook hands with her, I too smiled politely, and replied "Same here, Krutika ... it was nice meeting you too..." making her look at me intently for a minute, as if trying to read something, before turning and leaving.
After they left, Sarla bhabhi said "She wanted to go with them ... and spend the night at Krutika's place ... so she wanted my permission ... and also not let her mother know that she'd gone with them..." by way of explanation.
The interruption caused by their departure had broken our rhythm also, and we too decided to wind up. Moreover, all of us, with the exception of Biju, were tired too, and Sarla bhabhi was complaining that her feet were hurting too. "Have pity on me ... I'm an old lady..." she said, making a face, smiling naughtily. "Yeah ... yeah..." I laughed, chiding her. We had sat down on the cool damp grass, and Sarla bhabhi took of her sandals, and was massaging her beautifully pedicured milky white feet.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 73

"Come on ... let's get something cold to drink on the way back..." I announced cheerfully, wanting to get out of that place quickly for some reason. Though I didn't want to admit it, Amisha's leaving us, coupled with Krutika's rather cool demeanour, had put me off. "OK ... help me up..." Sarla bhabhi spoke with her trademark girlish coquettishness, extending her hands to Biju. Ever ready to oblige, Biju took hold of both her hands, and pulled her up easily.

We walked towards the pathway that led outside, with Sarla bhabhi holding her sandals in her hand, allowing the dew moistened grass to soothe her aching feet. As we approached the edge of the lawn, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Oh, I don't feel like putting on my sandals ... I wish someone could carry me to the car..." chuckling to herself at her little joke. "Ohh, surely aunty ... I will..." Biju exclaimed, smiling broadly.
We all laughed at that, and turned to look at him, only to see that he was not smiling, and was dead serious about what he'd just said. "Oh, so cute this boy is..." Sarla bhabhi crooned, playfully pinching his cheek, making him blush. "Don't try to be so chivalrous, beta ... I am too heavy for you..." she said, playfully patting her lush wide hips, and throwing back her head to laugh in her trademark teasing fashion.
"No, I'm not joking ... I can..." Biju exclaimed, still serious, and not realizing that we were all looking at him incredulously. Before any of us could say anything, Biju effortlessly scooped the luscious 36-year old Sarla bhabhi in his hands, causing her to let out a little shriek of surprise. "Oh, my ... I can't believe this..." she squealed, even as Biju lifted her off her feet, his left arm slipping under her armpit, and his right hand under her knees.
Sarla bhabhi squealed with delight at this totally naïve South Indian teenager's simplicity, even as she clung to him with her hands clasped around his neck. "Don't drop me, OK ... or you'll have to carry me all the way to the hospital..." Sarla bhabhi managed to say between squeals of surprise, even as Biju proceeded to walk with her in his hands, leaving me looking at Mini and shaking my head incredulously.
Mini too, couldn't help but smile, as we followed them towards our car. Many people looked at curiously as we passed by, but Biju seemed totally impervious to their looks, and walked determinedly to the car, easily carrying Sarla bhabhi in his hands.
"OK ... now let me down ... let me down..." Sarla bhabhi shrieked, as we reached the car, still not able to stop giggling and laughing in his arms. "No, aunty ... your beautiful feet will get dirty..." Biju replied, speaking in dead earnest, before looking at me and requesting me to unlock the doors of the car. As I did so, and opened the rear door, he proceeded to actually place Sarla bhabhi carefully in the seat, even managing to bump his head on the door sill in the process.
"Oooh ... are you OK, beta..." Sarla bhabhi exclaimed, as we all winced hearing the sound of his head bumping against the frame of the door. "I'm fine ... no problems..." Biju said, grinning broadly like a college kid who'd just finished first in an assignment given by his teacher, even as he rubbed his forehead. Sarla bhabhi was just looking at him, a totally surprised yet fond look in her eyes, at the endearing nature of this young teenaged lad from Kerala.
We got into the car, with Mini joining me in the front, and Biju getting into the back seat by the side of Sarla bhabhi. As I drove towards a joint which I knew stayed open late, Sarla bhabhi said from the rear seat "Why don't you two stay back at my house tonight ... it's too late to go home now..." addressing Mini and Biju. As Mini and Biju exchanged glances, unsure about what to do, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Sarla bhabhi had placed her hand on Biju's knee.
Though I was beginning to like this somewhat unsophisticated cousin of Mini, I still couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the obvious liking that Sarla bhabhi had taken to Biju. I found myself smiling at the ridiculousness of it. Here I was, fucking around with all the women and girls that I had befriended, and yet expecting a tease like Sarla bhabhi to remain dedicated to me!
Seeing that Mini and Biju were unsure about her proposition, Sarla bhabhi said "Oh, don't worry about your parents ... I will speak to them..." reaching out to touch Mini on the shoulder. As Mini glanced at me, as if wondering what I thought about it, I said "Yes, why don't we do that ... there's a PCO near the ice-cream parlor, and Sarla aunty can call up your mother from there..." smiling at Mini. "Yes, exactly..." Sarla bhabhi encouraged from the rear, even as I saw her giving Biju's thigh a squeeze in the rear view mirror.
Biju said something to his cousin sister in their native tongue, speaking animatedly, and I saw Mini nodding her head, before eventually saying "OK, aunty ... if you speak with my mother, and she agrees, then we will..." before Sarla bhabhi cut her off. "Oh, don't worry ... she will..." smiling warmly, and patting Mini's shoulder. Leaning forward, she poked me in the ribs with her fingers, and said "OK, driver sahib ... please take us to the phone booth..." laughing gaily as she saw me jump in the seat.
Amidst much laughter and general bonhomie, we reached the ice-cream parlor. As I switched off the ignition, Biju asked "Shall I carry you again, aunty..." grinning broadly, and once again amusing me with not just the way he pronounced 'aunty' as 'aandy", but also his simple, unsophisticated charm. Throwing back her pretty head, Sarla bhabhi laughed and exclaimed "Oh, no, no ... once is enough..." even as she playfully slapped him on his arm.
As I got out of the car, and was locking the door, I saw Sarla bhabhi holding Biju's arm, having hooked her arm around his elbow, undoubtedly giving him a feel of her lovely, lush, unsupported breasts under that beautiful black choli. Seeing the manner in which she had taken to him, I smiled to myself. You couldn't take away the fact that the sexy, teasing Sarla bhabhi, had this ability to cheer up everybody around, by her sheer exhuberence and vivaciousness.
Mini was waiting for me, and when I caught her glance, I said "Your cousin is a nice guy..." smiling at her warmly, and meaning what I said. "Oh ... yes ... thanks..." she managed to say, smiling herself, as we followed them towards the PCO. As expected, Sarla bhabhi made quick work of convincing Mini's mother over the phone, and soon returned to where I and Mini were waiting at the ice-cream parlor.
"Aunty is amazing..." Biju beamed at his sister, grinning from ear to ear, undoubtedly pleased that he was going to be able to spend more time with her. "See ... you have one more fan now, aunty..." I said to Sarla bhabhi with a laugh, teasing her. "Oh, it's so hot now a days ... so I need all the fans that I can get..." she said, feigning an expression of feeling hot, even as she waved her pretty manicured milky white hands in front of her face, like a fan; making all of us burst out with laughter.
The ice-cream parlor also had a counter, where 'paav-bhaaji' was sizzling on a hot 'tavaa", and the fragrance of it made my mouth water. That was when I suddenly realized that none of us had had dinner, and as I turned to look at the others, I realized that everyone was thinking of the same thing that I was. "Paav-bhaaji..." the three of us exclaimed in unison, as we burst out laughing once again, and headed towards the counter.
As we ordered that tasty dish, which is so popular in the Western parts of India, Sarla bhabhi explained to Biju, who'd obviously never tasted it, what it was all about. Soon, the steaming hot 'paav-bhaaji' arrived, and we all tucked into it hungrily. As we ate, chatting and laughing, I realized it had been a while since I'd had such a good time. I had to admit that the sexy, seductive, cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi had a way of cheering up a group, in a manner few people could.
She kept teasing Biju on something or the other, throwing back her head to laugh heartily, in that lilting, girlish voice of hers, much to the pleasure of Biju, who was enjoying every moment of her company. After finishing our rather late dinner, and topping it up with tall glasses of 'faalooda' mixed with ice-cream, we headed back towards our car. A classic Gujarati style Navaratri night spent, we drove back home, chatting and laughing all the while.
Reaching Sarla bhabhi's house, she quickly took over the role of a host, making arrangements for all of us. "I think some of my son's night clothes will fit you..." she said to Biju, before bustling into the bedroom, which belonged to her son. As she walked, I saw Biju looking longingly at the milky white skin of her partly exposed bare back, save for the three strings that held her choli in place.
Sarla bhabhi had the kind of body which was just the right blend of fleshiness and curviness, without being overtly heavy, that teenagers like us salivated for; and the helplessly enamored Biju was no exception. Soon we heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside the bedroom "Biju ... can you come here for a minute, beta... ?" ostensibly to get him to pick some clothes for the night from her son's wardrobe.
As Biju got up and went into the bedroom, I got up and went up to Mini, who was sitting in one of the single-seater sofas, unclasping the anklets she wore around her ankles. She'd somewhat blended into the background from the time that we'd left from the Club, and I suddenly wanted to be with her. As she saw me approach, she looked up and smiled. Perching myself on the armrest of the sofa, I said to her softly "I'm glad you decided to stay back, Mini..." smiling at her warmly. Continuing to struggle with the clasps of her anklet, bent forward, she looked sideways at me, and said "Me too, bhaiyya..." her voice soft, as she smiled.
Realizing that she was struggling with those heavy anklets of hers, I quickly slid off the armrest of the sofa, and knelt in front of her. "Ohh, no please ... it's OK, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her exclaim in surprise, as I took one of her feet in my hand, and placed it on my knee. "Allow me..." I said gallantly, smiling at her warmly, even as she blushed, both embarrassed and pleased at my gesture.
Since he had to bend her leg at the knee to rest her feet on my knee, her flowing ghaagra had ridden up, exposing her dark-skinned, shapely calves. As I located the hook & clasp that held her anklets in place, and opened the mouth of the hook to unhook it, I looked up at her and said "You have nice legs, Mini..." my fingers gently massaging the soles of her feet. Embarrassed, and yet pleased, at me handling her feet, she blushed, and instinctively reaching out to place her hand on mine, said softly "Bhaiyya ... you're very kind..." a shy smile on her face.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 74

Letting go of her left leg, I got her to place her right foot on my knee, and repeated the same, even as she watched me silently, with a shy smile on her face. The first time I'd seen her at Amisha's party, she'd come across as a tease, confident in her abilities to seduce guys with her flirtatious mannerisms, and sexy body. However, now I was beginning to see her in a new light. Underneath that dusky, seductive exterior, lay an uncomplicated, straightforward girl; and I liked her even more for being that.

As I took off both her anklets, and handed it to her, she thanked me wordlessly, continuing to gaze at me with those large, round, typically South Indian eyes of hers. Hearing noises from the bedroom, I got on my feet and stood up. "Mini, come here please..." I heard Sarla bhabhi call, as Mini got up from the sofa and went inside. As I walked into her kitchen, to help myself to a glass of water, I saw Sarla bhabhi showing Mini a couple of cotton night-gowns, asking her to choose one.
As I stood in the kitchen, sipping on some cold water from a bottle in the fridge, I heard the doors of both bedrooms shut, and realized that both Biju and Mini had closed the doors to change into the night clothes that Sarla bhabhi had given them. Sarla bhabhi came into the kitchen, and upon seeing me, smiled. I had not switched on the light in the kitchen, and I saw that she had taken off that long flowing ghunghat that served as a pallu, and now was clad only in the ghaagra-choli.
As my eyes took in the curvy, albeit somewhat fleshy body of hers, those lush, full, 34-C breasts resting gently under the choli, looking shapely thanks to those bra-pads, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Gently pushing me back against the kitchen platform, she pressed herself to me, her belly pressing against my crotch, and her lush, breasts pressing against my chest. Looking at me, she said "Thank you, beta ... I had a lovely time today..." genuine warmth on her face.
"Me too, aunty ... and all thanks to you..." I replied warmly, sliding my hands behind her waist, and caressing the fleshy, smooth skin of her bare back. Hearing the sounds of one of the bedroom doors opening, we quickly disengaged. It was Biju who'd come out, having changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's son's collared t-shirts, and a pair of thick, knit track- pants. The clothes were distinctly undersized for the strapping Biju, and I could see how his broad shoulders bulged through the t-shirt, the short sleeves of the t-shirt stretched tight around his muscular biceps.
He had that naturally chiseled body, that no amount of pumping weights in a gym could replicate, and I saw Sarla bhabhi also looking at him admiringly. Grinning at him, I said "You have a great physique, Biju..." to which he just smiled, embarrassed at being given that compliment in front of a woman. "No wonder, he picked me up so easily..." Sarla bhabhi said with a little chuckle, eyeing his muscular arms, as she walked past him, gently patting him on his shoulder. Pleased with her comment, Biju beamed.
His dark, oily skin was glistening with sweat, and asked me where the bathroom was, since he wanted to have a quick shower. Having showed him the bathroom, I came back to the living room. Both the bedroom doors were again closed, Mini in one, and Sarla bhabhi the other one. I too was sweating, and taking off my silk kurta, I flopped down on the comfortable sofa, clad only in my jeans and the sleeveless vest I wore underneath.
Mini came out of the bedroom shortly; having changed into the night-clothes Sarla bhabhi had given her. She had changed into one of Sarla bhabhi's old white cotton night gowns, commonly referred to as a maxi, which had pink floral patterns printed on it, with a wide round neck, and buttons in front. I was sure that this maxi was one that Sarla bhabhi would have stopped wearing quite some time back, having outgrown it. But it still was too big for Mini's slender frame.
She looked like a child wearing grown-up's clothes in that oversized maxi, the shoulders falling way below hers, and the neck too deep and wide, As she walked into the room, clutching the neck of the maxi, which was too deep and low for her structure, the breeze from the fan made her gown billow out like a balloon. As she clutched at the gown frantically, one hand on her neck, and the other around her knees, trying to keep it from billowing up further, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... please don't laugh..." she cried, embarrassed to the core. Chuckling, I said "You better come and sit here ... before the fan blows you away..." I said chuckling, patting the sofa on my side. She blushed, and ambled forward, clutching the gown, and came and sat down by my side. As she sat down, she reached behind her back and pulled the gown back at her neck, trying not to let it fall too low in front.
As she did that, I saw that the white straps of her bra at the shoulders were impossible to hide, owing to the wide, round neck of the gown. Despite her trying to pull the gown back from behind, the neck of the gown still came up just above her pert, young breasts; the tennis ball like roundness of them straining against the gown, as she pulled the gown back. I watched her with an amused smile, turned on at the same time.
Seeing me continuing to smile, she looked at me with a hurt expression on her face, and said "Oh, please bhaiyyaa ... I know I look like a joker in this..." her tone and her expression, making me burst our laughing. Her dark angular face became a shade darker, and her slender lips pouted, when she saw me laugh. Reaching out for her, I placed my arm across her shoulders, and said to her "Oh, Mini ... yes, you look like a joker ... but you also look really cute in this..." struggling to control my laughter, even as I squeezed her shoulder.
Realizing that she was just a 17-year old, who would only get hurt if I teased her more, I quit laughing. With my left arm still dbangd across her slender shoulder, my fingers touching her bare neck, I reached out and placed the palm of my right hand on her slender thighs. Caressing the muscular flesh of her thighs, I said softly "Oh, Mini ... do you know how sexy you look to me ... even in this..." referring to her oversized maxi, and realizing that she did not have anything like a petticoat under the gown, as I felt the firmness of her thighs.
She looked up at me quickly, as if to check if I was still mocking her, and upon seeing the soft expression on my face, relaxed a bit. "I mean it, Mini..." I said softly, trying to dispel her doubts. And to be honest, I meant it; for somehow, the sight of her slight frame in that oversized maxi, had turned me on, and I had felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans. She managed an embarrassed smile, relieved that I was not mocking her any longer, and mumbled "You've been very sweet to me, bhaiyyaa..." looking away shyly.
As she relaxed, I pulled my hand away from her lap, and sat back in the sofa, not wanting her brother to come in and see me touching his sister. However, I left my arm dbangd across the backrest of the sofa, touching her shoulders, even as she pulled her legs up on to the sofa, under the maxi, and sat back in the sofa, folding her legs. We sat there silently, my fingers gently caressing her shoulder, and I could see that she was extremely conscious of herself in my presence. After a while, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... your mood got spoilt because of Amisha, no... ?" the tone more of a statement than a question.
"Of course, not ... why do you say so... ?" I shot back instinctively, annoyed that she'd seen through me so easily. Alarmed that she'd only annoyed me by asking that, she quickly corrected herself, and said "No, no ... I thought ... oh, nothing ... forget it, bhaiyyaa..." desperately trying to change the topic. Once again, there was an awkward silence, both of us thinking about something, before I took a deep breath, and said "OK, you are right ... yes, I was a bit disappointed with her ... but now I'm fine ... I guess I pamper her so much ... so I expect some things from her..." my tone soft, yet honest.
She looked at me, and pursed her lips, her eyes understanding. "And I'm sorry, I snapped..." I said to her by way of an apology, pursing my lips. "Oh, no ... please ... you don't have to say that..." she said immediately, reaching out to touch my knee, embarrassed at me having to apologize to her. Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, I said "In fact, to tell you the truth ... I'm glad she didn't come back with us ... because that way ... atleast I got to spend some time alone with you..." my voice soft, as I looked at her fondly.
As she continued to gaze into her lap, fidgeting with her fingers, I added "Mini ... the more I have known you ... the more I am starting to like you ... and I feel good being with you..." trying my best to convince her about how I felt about her, and meaning every word of what I said. Lifting her gaze, she looked into my eyes, and said ever so softly "Thank you for saying that, bhaiyyaa ... that ... that means so much to me..." surprising me with the clarity and honesty that she said these words with.
We heard the sounds of the bathroom door opening, and she quickly pulled her hand away from my knee. Biju came out of the bathroom, looking visibly refreshed, toweling his wet, curly, black hair. Getting up from the sofa, I said to no one in particular "Guess, I'll go take a shower too..." beginning to walk towards the bathroom.
As I crossed him, Biju exclaimed "What, bhaiyyaa ... you were making fun of me or what ... you have such a good body too..." looking at my shoulders, chest, and arms, which I'd been painstakingly trying to develop with my amateurish weight training in the terrace. Anyone who'd seen the two of us would have clearly seen that Biju was far more muscular and obviously stronger than I was; but I liked him for being kind enough to compliment me nonetheless.
"Shut up, junior..." I said with a laugh, playfully punching him on his rock-hard abdomen, before getting into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. As I stripped naked, and let the cool water from the shower drench me, I clutched my semi hard cock, and fisted it a few times, wondering what lay in store for my insatiable cock in the night ahead. Finishing my shower, I toweled myself dry, and pulling on my vest, and wrapping the towel around my waist, stepped out of the shower.
The three of them were sitting in the living room, chatting casually, and my eyes immediately went to Sarla bhabhi. She'd changed into thick, velvey soft, wine-red night robe of sorts that was tied together in the front at her waist by a thick, flat sash. I'd never seen her wear this, and realized that she'd probably dug it out from her collection, for the benefit of the strapping young Biju, who was so obviously bedazzled by her sexuality.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 75

As I came into the living room, my jeans slung over my shoulder, Sarla bhabhi stood up and said "Come on in ... let me give you something to change into..." smiling at me, as she glanced appreciatively at my chest under the waist, before taking hold of my hand, and leading me to her son's bedroom. As she bent forward, rummaging through her son's clothes in the cupboard, the robe fell forward at the front, I was stunned to see the upper portion of her milky white succulent breasts!

My cock gave an involuntary lurch under the towel, when I realized that the sexy Sarla bhabhi had not worn anything under that thick, rich robe; not even a bra! As she straightened, and handed me a pair of pajamas and a t-shirt, she caught my glance. Throwing a quick glance at the open door, she smiled seductively, and said "Like what you see, beta... ?" her tone suggestive, even as she dropped her voice. I shook my head incredulously, feeling my cock continuing to harden under the towel, before I found my voice and said "You look ... simply hot, aunty..." my voice a croak.
That pleased her, and she beamed with pleasure, the color automatically rushing to her milky white pinkish cheekbones. "That poor Biju is going to have a tough time sleeping tonight..." I found myself saying with a naughty grin, even as I gazed longingly at the deep cleavage at the V-shaped neck of her robe. "Badmaash ... shut up..." she chided me, slapping me playfully on my arm, even as the color rushed to her cheeks, at my having stated what was by now so obvious.
Visibly embarrassed by my comment, she thrust the night-clothes into my hands, before bustling out of the room, her hips swaying seductively in her trademark sexy style. I grinned to myself, realizing my comment had been bang on target, as I quickly changed into the pajamas and the t-shirt. As I came out into the living room after changing, I heard Sarla bhabhi discussing the sleeping arrangements for us.
"You can sleep with me in my room, Mini..." she was saying to Mini, who simply nodded her head. "As for Biju and Jignesh ... one of them can sleep in the other bedroom ... and one can sleep here in the main room ... I will make a spare bed here on the floor..." she finished, looking alternately at me and Biju. As Biju looked on dumbly, trying hard not to stare at Sarla bhabhi's cleavage, I took the initiative, and said "I'll sleep here, aunty ... that way I'll can watch some TV too..." referring to the living room " ... and Biju can sleep comfortably on the bed inside..."
As Sarla bhabhi glanced at Biju to check if that was OK with him, he just nodded his head in that distinctly Keralite fashion, which always confused me, since both yes & no seemed to be the same, I asked "Are you OK with that, Biju... ?" Nodding his head, he said "Yes ... yes ... anything is fine with me..." seemingly fine with the arrangements. "Good..." Sarla bhabhi said, snapping her hands together " ... then let me get the bedding for you, beta..." before turning around and bustling into the room the fetch the spare mattress and pillows for me.
She returned, lugging a rolled up mattress and quickly got down on her knees to lay it out for me. As she bent forward, once again the neck of her robe fell forward, and I saw Biju gaping at her cleavage, his thick-lipped mouth hanging open. "Oh, boy..." I groaned inwardly, seeing how this hapless uninitiated lad from Kerala was totally enthralled by the sexy Sarla bhabhi's inherent sexuality.
As Mini too got down on her knees to help Sarla bhabhi spread out the mattress and the sheet for me, my eyes were drawn to the wide open neck of her oversized maxi, the front having fallen forward, giving me an unhindered view of her tight, young breasts encased tightly in that simple white bra. I found myself smiling inwardly, realizing the irony of the situation.
Here was the mesmerized Biju, gaping at Sarla bhabhi's luscious milky white cleavage, while I was peeking down the neck of his teenaged cousin sister's gown, checking out her dark, slim, firm body, and those almost perfectly rounded tennis-ball shaped tits inside her bra. Patting the pillow into place, Sarla bhabhi straightened, and immediately caught Biju gazing at her cleavage. A hint of a knowing smile flickered on her lush, red lips; but to her credit, she did not even bat an eyelid.
Looking at me, she said "Alright, kids ... get to bed now ... I don't want your mothers complaining to me that you didn't get proper sleep here..." she said in a mock motherly tone, making all of us smile. "Come on ... come on..." she said, gesticulating at Biju with her hands, albeit with a smile. Biju got up, smiling like an idiot, and mumbling "OK, aunty..." walked slowly reluctantly towards the bedroom.
That's when I noticed how large his feet were, and a sudden thought made me chuckle. I had heard somewhere that guys with large feet usually had big cocks too; and I wondered if that were the case with this strapping young lad from Kerala too! As Biju disappeared into the bedroom, after wishing us good night, Mini said "Umm, aunty ... is it OK if I sit here for some time ... and watch TV with Jignesh bhaiyaa..." in a small child-like voice, even as I switched on the TV.
Sarla bhabhi looked at her the briefest of an instance, before allowing a slow smile to come on her face. Hearing the tone in which Mini had sought her permission, she nodded her head, and said with a smile "Sure, beti ... but don't stay up too late..." before turning around to go to her room. As she turned to enter her room, she threw a last knowing smile at me, and said "Good night, children..." before disappearing into her room.
As soon as Sarla bhabhi had gone inside, Mini and I glanced at each other, and smiled; at having been left to ourselves finally, and in some anticipation of being in the company of each other. I went over to the switchboard in the living room, and killed the lights. Including the one in the passage, plunging the house into darkness; save for the light thrown by the TV screen, and that filtering into the room through the translucent glass of the window, and the grilled ventilator above.
As I lay down on the soft mattress laid out for me on the floor, adjacent to the sofa on which Mini sat, I let out a prolonged sigh of fatigue. "Tired, bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard Mini ask me, illuminated as she was by the flickering light of the TV screen. "Umm ... yeah..." I mumbled, stretching my aching limbs, even as I watched her pull her legs up on to the couch and lie down sideways facing me, propping her head against the thick padded armrest of the 3-seater couch. Picking up the TV remote, I began to idly surf through the channels.
"Is there anything in particular you want to watch... ?" I asked Mini, glancing up at her. "Anything you like, bhaiyyaa..." she answered in a soft voice, before adding "I just wanted to be here for some time ... with you..." the last two words spoken in a barely audible whisper. My eyes had grown accustomed to the relative darkness in the room now, and I could see the outline of her body clearly in the light from the TV, as she lay on her side on the faux-leather couch, her entired body cloaked in that oversized white maxi, with pink floral prints.
The mattress was laid out on the floor right alongside the 3-seater couch, and just by lifting my arm; I could reach out to touch her. She was lying on her side, her legs curled up under her loose gown, and both her hands tucked under her chin. Just as I was contemplating reaching out to touch Mini's hands, I heard Sarla bhabhi's footsteps again. Tilting my head upwards, I heard her say "Here is a sheet for you, beta ... just in case you feel cold in the night..." handing me a sheet to cover myself.
As I sat up in my mattress to take it from her hand and thanked her, she handed one to Mini also, saying "You may also need one, dear ... just in case you happen to sleep off on the sofa ... I know you kids have a habit of watching TV and going to sleep..." smiling at her. As Mini also thanked her, she said "I better give one to your brother too..." referring to a third sheet that she held in her hand. With that, Sarla bhabhi left, her silver anklets making soft jingling sounds as she walked back.
I watched her open the door of the bedroom where Biju had gone to sleep and enter it, before turning my attention back to the TV. As Sarla bhabhi disappeared into the other bedroom, Mini said "Aunty is very sweet, na..." her voice soft. When I smiled and nodded my assent, she added "And she is very fond of you, isn't it, bhaiyya..." smiling at me. "Well, she seems to have grown quite fond of your cousin too..." I added with a chuckle, grinning at Mini.
In response, she only let out a soft giggle, before smiling in agreement. "Just as I am fond of you..." I said softly, continuing to smile, even as I reached out with my hand to take her hand in mine. Mini was lying on her left side on the couch, facing me, and as she saw me reach out with my hand, she immediately pulled her right hand from under her chin to hold mine. As her fingers clasped around mine, she asked "Why are you so fond of me, bhaiyya... ?" her voice soft.
I glanced at her quickly to check if she was asking me that with the intent of teasing me, or if she was earnest. Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that it was the latter. "Do I necessarily need to have a reason to like you, Mini... ?" I replied softly "Can't I not like you for who you are... ?" I felt her fingers tighten around mine when I asked that, before she replied "Yes..." gazing down at me fondly from the sofa she lay on.
As we lay there silently, me on the floor on my mattress, and she on the couch right next to me, I could sense that a strange bond seemed to have been established between us. She was young, slim, dark, and incredibly sexy; and it was logical for me to be sexually attracted to her; but the rapport I'd managed to strike with her in such a short period of time went beyond raw sexual attraction. And from her body language, I could sense that she felt the same way too.
As I lay there musing about my own fluctuating frames of mind, I heard her say softly "Bhaiyyaa ... I never said thank you for inviting me to join you today..." her voice barely a whisper. "You don't have to, baby ... it was my pleasure..." I replied almost absent mindedly, still lost in my own thoughts. She was silent for a while, and I could sense that she wanted to say something else, but was unsure of herself.
After a long pause, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I know that if I say this, you will laugh ... and tell me that it's just a crush ... but ... but ... I think ... I am in love with you..." her voice faltering, and embarrassed. I groaned inwardly, struck by the straighforwardness and simplicity of this girl. First it was Jigna, followed by her friend, Sejal, and now the dark, sexy Mini; all of whom had expressed in as many words that they were in love with me. I should have been pleased as a punch, and should have been gloating over my conquests; but instead, I found myself feeling guilty and miserable about the whole thing.

[Heisenberg]

Part -76

All my teenage life, I'd run after girls trying to find that elusive 'love', which was so fashionable to have, and never found it. I'd quit trying, when I found myself asking this question "You're running after her, her, and her ... but who's running after you... ?" And then when I'd quit all illusions of 'love', and decided to go after fulfilling my carnal desires, I'd found that so called 'love'; not from one quarter, but three! And that too from young, teenage, college-going girls who called me 'bhaiyyaa'!

Something didn't sound right. In my quest to possess them sexually, was I in some way exploiting some emotional vulnerability of these young impressionable girls that made them feel that they were in love with me? Was I being honest with them, when I replied with the automatic "I love you too..."? As I lay there, trying to deal with my own emotional conflicts, I heard Mini say "Bhaiyyaa... ?" squeezing my fingers gently, as if asking me for what I had to say about her baring her heart to me.
As much as I prided myself on being a smooth talker around these girls, all of a sudden, I found myself at a total loss for words. Realizing how humiliating silence could be for a girl who'd bared her heart to you, I simply pulled her hand which was clasping mine, towards my lips, and kissed them. "Thank you for considering me worthy of your love, Mini..." I found myself saying, my voice sounding strangely hollow to my own ears.
Even as tried to resond by just kissing her hand, I was dreading the moment when she would ask me if I too felt the same way about her. Mercifully, and much to my relief and surprise, she did not; content to deal with her feelings even without any explicitly stated concurrence from me. And in all fairness, I loved her for that.
Taking her hand in mine again, I kissed it ardenly, before placing it on my chest, and holding it there. In an incredibly touching gesture, I felt this sexy, young girl, pull my hand towards her once again, and press it to her bosom, letting my hand come in contact with the incredible firmness of her young, tender breasts under that oversized night gown!
Despite my emotional, and somewhat miserable, frame of mind, I found my cock hardening almost instantly inside my underwear. "Oh, Mini ... don't do that ... it arouses me so much..." I found myself saying, my voice an almost helpless plea. I had expected her to go stiff, taken aback by my expression of lust, especially when she was in such a tender frame of mind. To my surprise, she only let out a little sigh, and pressed my palm harder to her young, firm breasts! It was as if she was trying to convey not just her assent, but also her desire to me, without uttering a word.
"Mini..." I groaned huskily, my fingers automatically closing around the inredible hardness of her young, tennis-ball like, 32-B breasts, through her maxi and the simple cotton bra underneath. As with most college girls her age, she wore a simple white cotton bra, devoid of any padding or lace, and as my fingers involuntarily squeezed her breasts through them, I realized to my amazement that her bra was undone from the back, allowing it to crumple in my grasp like some second skin!
My insatiable cock was almost fully erect now, creating a visible bulge inside the comfortable track pants I wore, and I found my free left hand instinctively reach down to squeeze it through my underwear. In the flickering light from the TV, and the orangish glow from the neon street lamps outside the window, I saw her eyes catch this involuntary gesture of mine. Continuing to hold my hand pressed to her bosom with her left hand which was under her side, she reached out to once again place her right hand on my chest.
With an almost guility sigh, I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and slowly pushed it down towards my groin, till it came to rest on hard bulge of my cock under those thick track pants, and my briefs inside. Pressing her slender palm to the hardness of my cock through my pants, I whispered huskily "Mini ... I'm sorry ... but this is what you do to me..." my voice choked with guilt and lust at the same time. I felt her slender fingers tremble under mine as I got her to feel my hard cock under the thick fabric of my slacks.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a whisper, even as her trembling fingers automatically clasped the rigid shaft of my cock through my track pants. At the same time, my fingers too automatically closed around the incredible firmness of her tender, young, tennis-ball sized breasts; her tiny erect nipples protruding through her loosened bra and the thin, cotton maxi that she wore. Realizing that I was on the verge of getting physical with the teenage Mini, I found myself automatically glancing in the direction of the passage from the living room towards the rest of the house, to check on Sarla bhabhi and Biju, who were in the two separate bedrooms.
The passageway from the living room terminated in the door of the master bedroom in which Sarla bhabhi slept, with the entrance to the kitchen and a common toilet on the right side, while the door to the second bedroom (in which Biju slept) was on the left. From where I lay in the living room, I could see that the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom was closed. However, even though I could not see the door of the other bedroom from where I lay, I could make out that the door was ajar, due to a dim ray of light that fell into the passage from one of the windows opposite to the door in the bedroom.
Nervous of being seen by Biju, in case he happened to come out of the bedroom to go to the toilet or kitchen, I decided to check on him. Mini had seen me glancing in the direction of the passage, and understood what I was concerned about, for she too was looking there with a nervous expression on her face. Patting her hand silently, I got up quietly, and decided to have a look into Biju's bedroom on the pretext of going to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I got up without making any noise, and padded silently towards the passageway, I saw that the door was not fully closed.
As my eyes had got accustomed to the darkness now, I could clearly see a dim ray of light falling into the passage, from the light of the streetlight outside the bedroom window, including the shadow of a study table inside the room, adjacent to the door. As I crept noiselessly into the kitchen, I threw a furtive glance at the door of the bedroom, trying to peer into the room to check if Biju was asleep.
As I passed into the darkness of the kitchen, I thought I heard faint whispers from inside the bedroom. Unsure of whether my ears were playing tricks on me, I slid next to the entrance of the kitchen and peered into the bedroom, through the door of the bedroom, which was left ajar. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, save for the faint light that filitered through the glass window, my heart skipped a beat!
For there, outlined in the faint light that filtered through the window of the bedroom, was the unmistakeable form of Sarla bhabhi, sitting on the edge of Biju's bed! I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. As I stood there inside the kitchen, safe in the darkness, I realized that this was not my imagination; for it was indeed Sarla bhabhi sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to where Biju lay. My mouth went dry as I watched; my imagination running wild as I wondered what she was doing there.
She had her back towards the door, and even as I watched, my eyes seeing better in the faint light with each passing moment, she leaned forward and whispered something to him, the sounds barely reaching my ears. I was frozen to my spot, afraid to even breathe, as I peeped into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I furiously tried to figure out what she was doing there. I thought I heard something like a whispered groan, and when I squinted to peer into the darkness inside, I could make out Biju nodding something to Sarla bhabhi vigorously, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light that fell from the window.
It was amazing how the human eye could aquit itself to darkness when needed, for by now, I was able to clearly make out the outline of Biju too, who lay there on the bed. That's when my keen ears picked up the soft rustling sounds of something moving against the sheets, and realized that Sarla bhabhi's right hand, which was hidden from my view, was moving slowly across Biju's pelvis.
It was the slow movements of her hand that were creating the soft rustling sounds, even as I saw, rather than heard, her whisper something softly to Biju. Suddenly, a form emerged out of the darkness and literally bumped into me, and I almost leapt out of my skin. It was Mini, who wondering what was taking me so long, had crept up noiselessly to the kitchen in search of me. Startled at bumping into me, crouching in the dark next to the door of the kitchen, she opened her mouth only to be cut off my me, who clamped my had across her mouth, and urged her with my eyes to be silent.
Pulling her into the safety of the darkness in the kitchen, I got her to crouch on the floor in front of me, and pointed in the direction of the partly open bedroom door. It took a while for Mini's eyes to get accustomed to the semi-darkness inside the bedroom, and when she saw what I'd seen, her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment, and her hand flew to her mouth. What both of saw next, inside the bedroom, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine; for we both could now clearly see that Sarla bhabhi was slowly jerking off the strapping, young, dark skinned Biju!
She had slid forward slightly on the bed towards his chest, and outlined in the dim light filtering through the glass window, I could clearly see her milky white fingers wrapped around the shaft of his penis, gently stroking them. As I watched this incredibly shocking, yet erotic scene, the first thing I noticed was how long and thick Biju's strapping, young cock was.
Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that he was endowed with a seriously big dick, at least 7 inches long, and thick as an iron rod, easily bigger than my average sized 6-inch cock that I was so proud of. I felt Mini go stiff like a corpse, and goose bumps come up on her slender arms, where I held her close to me, crouched in the shadows inside the kitchen. I was reminded of how I had, for the very first time, spied on Kalpana bhabhi taking care of her slob of a husband in their bedroom, my partner in crime being their daughter, the sexy Jigna.
And here was I, doing pretty much the same, in the company of a sexy Mallu teenage college girl, spying on her young 18-year old teenage brother, being pleasured by the hot, teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. My mouth was dry by now, and my cock was rock hard, even as I found myself involuntarily pressing my hardness to Mini's pert little bottom from behind. I was surprised and shocked at the same time, wondering how the hell the affable young fellow from Kerala had managed to get this luscious housewife to jerk him off.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 77

And what drove me crazy was the fact that this was happening right under our noses, with both of them well aware that me and Mini were also in the house, watching TV in the living room. She had not even shut the door fully, and that perplexed me; for if the door was shut, I would have presumed that both of them were sleeping peacefully in their respective bedrooms.

As we both watched, afraid to even breathe, we saw Sarla bhabhi lean forward and kiss Biju on the mouth. It was no soft peck on the lips, for I could clearly see her twisting her head from side to side, kissing him passionately, and thrusting her lush pink toungue into his parched mouth, even as she continued to stroke his rock hard prodigiously large cock gently with her right hand. Crouched in the darkness of the kitchen, as I held the trembling Mini in my arms, her firm, slender body pressed to mine from the back, I tried to desperately figure out how this would have all started.
Perhaps Sarla bhabhi would have gone into the room to give Biju the sheet, and would have unexpectedly stumbled upon him masturbating. That she had taken an immense liking to this strapping, young lad was obvious, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Biju too had been completely besotted by her. Catching him masturbating was perhaps the best excuse Sarla bhabhi could have found to take him; and knowing her latent sexuality and her voracious sexual appetite, it was, after all, not so surprising that she'd not even bothered to close the door fully.
Even as we watched, I saw Sarla bhabhi pull her mouth away from Biju, and straighten. With her back towards us, I saw her quickly undoing the sash of her lush, thick, house gown and pull it open in the front, baring her mouth watering milky white 34-C breasts to the sex starved teenage Biju!
Though I could not see her front, I could almost visualize how desireable and exciting the sexy Sarla bhabh's breasts would seem to the uninitiated Biju; almost like a fantasy come true for him. His face was hidden from our view by Sarla bhabhi, and even as we watched, she leaned forward and pulled his head to her chest, urging him to suck on her luscious, ripe, pinkish-brown nippled breasts. We could hear a throaty, plaintive groan from Biju's throat, and as I closed my eyes, I thought I heard even the slurpy sounds of him hungrily sucking on her luscious breasts.
The sight of her feeding her soft, succulent, milky white breasts, her milky white fingers contrasting sharply against the dark skin of his prodigiously large cock as she stroked him, nearly drove me out of my mind, and I found myself grabbing hold of Mini's tender, young, but incredibly hard teenage breasts under that loose, oversized maxi of hers.
Mini emitted a little hiss, and I felt a shudder go through her body, even as she grabbed hold of my hand instinctively. Squeezing her tender, young breasts rather hard, I pressed my rock hard cock to her compact, muscular butt through the thick fabric of my track pants. I was tempted to thrust my hand into the wide, open, round neck of her maxi and feel her bare breasts, when my eyes were once again drawn to the incredibly erotic scene unfolding inside.
Sliding herself down towards Biju's pelvis, Sarla bhabhi leaned forward again, and began to place soft kisses all over Biju's muscular, chiseled chest, moving slowly down to his rock hard abdomen. Biju watched, open mouthed, his breath escaping in shallow gasps, as Sarla bhabhi slid her face downwards, running her wet tongue along his belly, arousing him to a point of no return. Her hands were beginning to stroke his huge cock faster now, and even as we watched, she quickly brought her face close to his cock, and began to run her tongue over the swollen, helmet-shaped tip of his cock.
Watching the incredibly hot Sarla bhabhi licking on the hapless young Biju's prodigiously well developed cock was made all the more erotic for me by the fact that I was watching this happen, in the company of his young teenage sister. We heard Biju almost cry out in pleasure, as Sarla bhabhi slipped the swollen tip of his cock into her mouth, even as she continued to stroke him, her hand beginning to move rapidly now. By the manner in which Biju was squirming and twisting on the bed, his big hands clutching Sarla bhabhi's milky white upper arms, as she lovingly tongued his cock, it was evident that she was intent upon making him come.
Suddenly Biju emitted a rather loud grunt, and his pelvis jerked off the bed, as his orgasm hit him, even as Sarla bhabhi frantically clamped her hand over his mouth, in an attempt to silence him. I watched, my breath ragged now, as Biju's huge cock erupted, sending a prodigious amount of his teenage pent-up semen spurting out of his cock, the first burst catching Sarla bhabhi on her chin, even as she quickly leaned forward, and pressed his exploding cock to her soft, luscious breasts, continuing to jerk him quickly, making the rest of his jism land on her neck, and slither down to her ripe, juicy, mouth watering breasts.
Realizing how risky it was to continue hiding here, I nudged Mini gently, who seemed to be frozen to her spot, and almost dragged her with me to the living room, creeping as soundlessly as possible. Mini seemed to be in a daze, and I had to push her on to the sofa, and cover her with the sheet quickly, even as I got into my mattress and lay down quickly. My heart thudding in my chest, I quickly covered my body also with the sheet, save for my face, and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. As I lay there on the mattress, my body trembling with excitement, I glanced at Mini. Her dark, sexy face was flushed with shock and excitement, and I could see that her lips were trembling.
I could almost imagine how hard her heart would be beating right now, stunned as she would have been to see a sexual act of this intimacy unfolding right in front of her disbelieving eyes, the protagonist being none other than her affable, young cousin from Kerala. I motioned to her by pressing my finger to my lips and closing my eyes, urging her to pretend to be asleep, even as I did the same thing. With eyes closed, I waited with bated breath, for any sounds from the bedroom.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the soft, careful sounds of Sarla bhabhi emerging from the bedroom, and closing the door of the bedroom in Biju was, drained after the time of his life. I heard the soft creak of her opening the door of the toilet-cum-bath, and entering it, before she closed it softly behind her. After having masturbated the young, aroused Biju to his orgasm, I presumed she would have to wash the prodigious amounts of semen he had spurted out, off her hands, chin, neck, and breasts.
Just imagining Sarla bhabhi washing Biju's cum off her body inside the bathroom made my cock twitch with excitement, and I automatically clutched my cock to squeeze it. After a while, I heard the door of the bathroom open, and my heart almost stopped beating when I heard the sounds of Sarla bhabhi's footsteps coming in the direction of where I lay. In my haste to get back, I had forgotten to switch off the TV, which despite being muted was still throwing flickering lights into the room from the images flashing on the screen.
I felt Sarla bhabhi stop next to where we lay, and pause for a moment, as if watching closely to see if we were really asleep. Through the slits of my closed eyelids, I heard her sigh softly as knelt by the side of the sofa on which Mini lay, her eyes screwed shut, pretending to be fast asleep. "Mini, my child ... are you asleep... ?" I heard her ask Mini softly, shaking her by the shoulder gently. Seeing no response, she repeated "Mini ... why don't you get up and sleep in the bedroom..." continuing to shake Mini gently by the shoulder.
I watched, through the barely open slits of my eyes, with bated breath wondering how Mini would react. To my relief, she pretended to be deep in sleep, and just murmured something before curling up under her sheet, tucking her hands under her chin. I heard Sarla bhabhi emit another sigh, as she knelt there, watching Mini's sleeping form for a while, before turning her attention to me.
Bending forward on her knees, she placed her hand on my shoulder, and shook me gently, without saying a word. I just lay there, pretending to the best of my abiities to look like I was sound asleep, trying my best to keep my breathing steady and even. She shook me urgently a couple of times more, and seeing no response, bent forward and whispered fiercely in my ear "Beta ... are you asleep... ?" desperately trying to wake me up. With my heart thudding in my chest, I lay there, scared out of my wits to open my eyes. She tried a few more times to shake me awake, before giving up finally.
She sat there on her knees for a while, before letting out another sigh and muttering something under her breath. I figured that she was intensely aroused now, and desperately needed me to satisfy her hunger. But there was no way I was going to oblige her tonight; definitely not in the presence of Mini. Eventually, she slowly got to her feet, and walked back to her room. I waited till I heard the sound of her closing the door of her bedroom, before letting out a prolonged sigh of relief.
Opening my eyes, I saw in the dark, that Mini's eyes were now wide open, and she was looking at me, her lips still trembling from the shock of what she'd witnessed a while back. I smiled at her and nodded, and was relieved to see a nervous smile come to her lips. Gazing at her wide eyes, those thin trembling lips, and that nervous smile, I could imagine the conflicting emotions that would be raging inside her, trying to deal with the shock of what we'd just witnessed, coupled with the undeniable arousal that she surely felt.
At the same time, my thoughts also went to Sarla bhabhi; the extreme state of arousal that she too might be in. I was sure that after having jerked off Biju's young enlarged cock, she too would be in a state of undeniable arousal. I could well imagine her frustration at being unable to wake me up, or for that matter, get Mini to wake up and go into the bedroom. I found my hand automatically reach for my rock hard cock as I tried to imagine what Sarla bhabhi would be doing behind the closed door of her bedroom now.
For all that I knew, she could be lying on her bed, her gown open, her smooth, milky white thighs parted, and furiously fingering her moist, inflamed cunt; in a desperate attempt to quench her sexual thirst. The very thought of that made me squeeze my cock involuntarily, and I glanced at Mini once again. Mini was still lying on her side, facing me, her left palm tucked under her cheek, and her right hand clamped between her slender thighs. I could see her large, black eyes shining in the dark, as a multitude of emotions crossed her face.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 78

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever seen a man's cock in real before. If she'd not, her state of mind was understandable. However, even if she had seen one before, I could well imagine her condition, since that magnificent cock she'd just seen happened to be that of none other than her affable, young cousin. Her eyes were darting from one place to another, as she tried to come to terms with what we'd just witnessed.

Looking at her in the dark, her prone form illuminated only by the faint light that filtered through the windows, I reached out to offer my left hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, before pulling her right hand from between her thighs, and taking hold of mine. Squeezing her trembling fingers gently, I said "Mini ... all this is perfectly normal ... you should not think that your brother has done something wrong ... or Sarla aunty for that matter..." my voice a whisper, as I tried to soothe her frayed nerves.
From the manner she looked at me, wide eyed, I realized those were precisely the thoughts that were troubling her. Placing her trembling palm on my chest, and patting it gently, I continued "We both saw how attracted Biju was to Sarla aunty, isn't it... ?" trying to explain to her why there was nothing out of the ordinary about what had happened. Seeing her nod imperceptibly, still unsure of her voice, I said "It's not his fault ... after all; Sarla aunty is a very attractive woman, isn't she... ?" questioning her with my eyes. Once again, she nodded quickly, her lips trembling ever so slightly.
"And moreover, Sarla aunty too is human ... isn't it natural that she too would be attracted to a nice, good looking boy like your cousin..." I continued, continuing to gaze at her. As she continued to look at me, as if waiting for me to continue, I said "And when we guys feel very attracted to a woman ... and we get aroused ... you know what happens to us, right... ?" clearing my throat, even as I tried to imagine how all this would have happened.
Taking her palm, which I held against my chest, I pushed it down towards my pelvis, till it came in contact with the rock hard bulge of my cock under that thick track pants. Pressing her trembling fingers to my aroused cock under my track pants, I repeated "You know what happens to us ... right, Mini... ?" looking her in the eye, even as I felt her fingers tremble at the feel of my erection under my clothes. "Yes..." I heard her whisper, her voice a barely audible croak, even as her thin lips trembled.
Keeping her hand on my erection, I continued "So you see ... when Sarla aunty would have gone in to give Biju the bedsheet ... she would have ... you know ... seen ... umm ... Biju masturbating..." my own voice beginning to sound hoarse with arousal. As I mentioned about Mini's teenage cousin brother being caught masturbating my Sarla bhabhi, a little shiver seemed to go through Mini's body, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. Squeezing her trembling fingers on to my hard cock through the track pants, I said quickly "There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Mini ... it's perfectly normal ... even I do it..." trying to reign in her nervousness.
As Mini nodded nervously, continuing to gaze at me through those large, black eyes of hers, I continued "And so ... when Sarla aunty would have accidentally seen that ... she ... umm ... would have felt sorry for him ... and ... would have naturally wanted to help him out..." trying to explain to this sexy, teenage, South Indian teenage girl, how the sequence of events would have panned out, culminating with what we'd just witnessed.
As Mini nodded dumbly, I let go of her hand which was resting on the bulge of my cock, and reaching out to touch her cheek, said softly "If you had seen someone you like ... in that condition ... wouldn't you also have done the same, Mini... ?" my voice thick with arousal, even as I ran my fingers over her thin, trembling lips. "Unhhh..." I heard her gasp ever so softly, her lips quivering, as she clasped my fingers with her left hand, and pressed it to her burning cheeks.
Nodding her head, she managed to gasp "Yes..." her voice a barely audible croak. So hot was the skin of her cheeks that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her body. Pleased that she'd not jerked her right hand away from my erection when I had let go of her hand, I looked into her eyes and said "Like how Biju feels about Sarla aunty ... is how I feel about you, Mini..." running my tongue over my parched lips, even as I felt my throbbing cock twitch involuntarily inside my track pants.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her gasp, as she felt my cock twitch under her fingers. As Mini pressed her burning hot cheeks to the palm of my hand, I couldn't help but notice how different she'd turned out to be. When I'd first seen her at Amisha's place, she'd come across as a flirtatious girl, confident about herself, and trying very hard to be noticed by boys her age. However, as I had come to know her better, I had realized that underneath that seductive exterior, lay a simple, straightforward girl, who could go weak at the knees at my touch.
Sliding my palm downwards from her cheeks, I ran my fingers along her slender neck, till they came to rest on the hollow between her collar bones. I felt her tremble, and pull up her legs in a foetal postion, a shiver running through her body again. I could feel her heart beating frantically under her chest, as I asked "Mini ... can I feel you... ?" my voice thick with arousal. "Unhhh..." was all that she was able to muster, even as she nodded her head apprehensively.
With a groan, I slid my palm down the wide, open, round neck of her oversized maxi, and placed my hand on the swell of her breasts through the bra. A tiny hiss escaped her quivering lips, as she felt my fingers close around the incredible firmness of her young, tender, tennis ball sized through the thin cotton fabric of her undone bra. As my groping fingers slid under the loosened cups of her bra, my fingers came in contact with the hot, burning skin of her teenage breasts.
A little shudder went through her body, as my fingers grazed against the tiny, rock hard, erect nubbins of her not yet fully developed nipples, and I felt the fingers of her right hand close around the shaft of my hard cock through my tracks, even as she involuntarily grasped my wrist. "Oh, Mini ... your breasts feel so good..." I groaned, making it a point to continue speaking to her, realizing she'd had little or no experience of a guy touching her like this. "Bhaiyyaa..." she hissed again, unable to say anything else, even as she hunched her shoulders involuntarily, in response to my hands closing around the incredible hardness of her young 32-B breasts.
Unable to control my arousal any longer, I sat up on the mattress on which I lay. Mini lay on her side, on the sofa, the breeze from the fan causing her oversized maxi to balloon up around her slender legs. Even as she watched me nervously, her heart undoubtedly thudding inside her chest, I slid closer to her and placed my hand on her right leg. In a quick move, I pushed up her thin, loose maxi, bringing her dark, slender legs to my view.
As I ran the palm of my left hand along the smooth skin of her legs, I felt the strength of her firm calf muscles. As she lay there unmoving, watching me through those wide eyes of hers, her breath escaping through her parted lips, I said "You have very strong legs, Mini..." trying to keep talking to her. Her calf muscles were indeed very strong, and I meant what I had said. "Do you play any sport... ?" I asked her softly, continuing to gently caress her calves. "I ... I am on the college hockey team..." I heard her answer, her voice failing her once again. I found myself smiling when I heard that.
There was something about sporty girls that I found very desirable, and I could well imagine how sexy Mini would look playing hockey. That probably explained why her college uniform skirt was a tad shorter than those worn by most other girls. Sliding closer to her till I was sitting on the floor next to her belly, I took her right hand in mine, and bringing it to my lips, kissed the back of her hand gently.
"I think you have a lovely body, Mini ... very sexy..." I said to her gently, even as I looked into her eyes and kissed her hand, my other hand continuing to caress her strong calf muscles. I saw a glimmer of self consciousness flash over her dusky face, as she smiled shyly and answered "Thanks ... thank you, bhaiyyaa..." her voice catching in her throat.
I had pushed her maxi up to her knees, and as I began to push it further up, I felt her twitch nervously, and grab hold of my hand to stop me. When I looked at her, I saw her glance nervously towards the passage that led from the living room to the bedrooms. Leaning forward, till my face was only inches away from hers, I whispered "Don't be scared ... no one is going to come out now..." feeling her hot breath on my face.
As she nodded, her slender lips quivering, I whispered "May I kiss you, Mini... ?" looking into her eyes intently. Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that her eyes were burning with desire, albeit scared. Seeing her nod nervously, I brought my lips to hers, and kissed her ever so gently, running my tongue against her trembling lips softly. I heard a soft moan escape her lips, and a shudder went through her entire body.
Responding with fervor, as if awaiting this moment to let go of her control, the immensely desireable slim, dark teenager flung her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth to mine, moaning softly. She may have been an awkward kisser, but she more that made up for it with her passion, almost trying to devour my probing tongue.
Taking advantage of her state, I quickly slid my left hand up her legs, feeling her slender, yet strong, muscular thighs. There was something incredibly erotic about feeling the young, strong, slender body of a teenage collegegirl under the borrowed, oversized maxi that she wore; and I caressed her thighs, making her squirm with desire.
As I continued to kiss her passionately, my hand slid up her thigh, till I felt the fabric of the white cotton panties she wore. With a throaty groan, even as my tongue continued to lash against hers, I cupped her petitie, yet firm, mucular buttocks with my hand, and squeezed them gently. Her legs went taut, and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards me, unable to control how her body was responding any more.
Letting go of her butt, I slid my hand upwards under her maxi, and marveled at how shapely and firm, her body was. There was not even an ounce of baby fat around her slender waist, and her belly muscles were taut in a way that only those of an athlete could be. As my palm came to rest on her taut, trembling belly, I pulled my lips away from hers, and gazed into her eyes. Her breathing had become shallow by now, and she was watching me wide eyed, her lips trembling.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 79

Even as she continued to watch me, I gently slid both my hands under her maxi, and pushed it up, exposing her young, slender, dark skinned body to me. As she lay there trembling, I slid my hands upwards, relishing the smoothness and firmness of her torso, till my finger tips touched the underside of her hard, teenage breasts.

With a little groan, I pushed up her maxi all the way above her breasts, sliding my fingers under the cups of her undone bra, and yanking them up simultaneously. I gazed at her young, dark skinned body lovingly, which glistened in the faint light from the windows; naked save for the white cotton panties she wore.
Her tender, young 32-B breasts were even more desirable than I had imagined. They were almost perfectly rounded like a tennis ball, the color not as dark as her arms and legs, and were capped by a pair of small, still developing, budding black nipples. My mouth went dry as I gazed at her bared teenage breasts, running my tongue over my lips involuntarily, as I held her maxi pushed up all the way to her neck.
"Miniii..." I groaned huskily, even as I found my hands automatically slide over the rock hard, firm mounds of her still developing breasts; feeling her tiny pebble like black nipples, rub against my palm. It was an incredible sight to see her lying there, nervous, yet expectant, her hot young dark-skinned nubile body bared to my hungry eyes. Watching this teenage, South Indian college girl lying in front of me, I was suddenly possessed with an urge to just possess her. I wanted to consume her young body, and lavish on her all the sexual pleasures that she could possibly imagine.
Pushing her on to her back, I knelt over her body, and ran my cheeks over the erect nubbins of her nipples. I kept caressing her firm, incredibly hard breasts with my cheeks and chin, letting my 2-day old stubble scbang against her aroused nipples. I felt her clamp her thighs together, and grab hold of my hair, her inflamed body unable to contain the sensations that threatened to overcome her.
Cupping my hands to take hold of her incredibly firm breasts, I squeezed them gently, even as I continued to tease her by scbanging my parched lips across them. Without bothering to look at her face, I thrust my tongue out, and began to run it along the sides of her budding, teenage breasts, making her shudder and squirm involuntarily.
Her hands clenched my hair, as she felt my tongue leave wet trails all over her breasts, till they finally reached her painfully erect, tiny nipples. With a soft groan, I gently squeezed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, even as I began to flick my tongue across the other one. "Bhhaiyyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a hoarse whisper, her fingers tightening on my hair, as I rapidly flicked my tongue across the hard nubs of her nipples, before finally taking them into my mouth.
I was tempted to open my mouth wide, and clamp my mouth over her perfectly rounded breasts, but somehow resisted the temptation. Instead, I just placed my mouth over her breasts, and sucked on them gently, marveling at how hard and firm her tits were, allowing my teeth to graze against the hard-like-a-pebble nipples intermittently. Her naked legs, save for the panties, shot up in the air, and I felt her knees press against my side, even as her body began to squirm uncontrollably, unable to take in the pleasure that I was subjecting her to.
I was intent upon giving her as much pleasure as possible, and moved my mouth down from her breasts, continuing to run my tongue over her taut, trembling belly and the sides of her waist. As my tongue reached the tiny cavity of her belly button, I felt her body jerk upwards from the sofa, and her hands grab hold of my ears in her arousal.
Without pausing, I slid my hands to her thighs, and pushed them apart gently. Bring myself thus in between her legs, still kneeling on the floor by the side of the sofa, I slid my hands under her petitie, muscular buttocks. My face was only inches away from the V of her crotch, covered as it was by those ordinary, white, cotton panties. Even at this distance, I could smell the musky odor of arousal emanating from her panties.
She had somehow managed to prop herself up on her elbows now, as she lay on the sofa, and was straining her neck to gaze at me, her chest heaving. As I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties to pull it down, she cried out hoarsely "Noooo, bhaiyyaa ... please..." reaching out to grab my hand. "Please ... no, bhaiyyaa..." she hissed, her eyes wide with fear, and her lips trembling, even as she shook her head from side to side.
Pausing, I looked up at her face, and said sofly "Don't you trust me, Mini... ?" my eyes intently gazing into hers. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." she cried out hoarsely, her lips trembling " ... it's not that ... it's ... it's just that ... I am ... I am very dirty there..." managing to somehow gasp the rest, her entire body trembling in my hands. "Nothing is dirty, baby ... nothing is dirty..." I said to her soothingly, gently caressing her waist with my fingers, even as I smiled gently at her. I loved her for being so conscious about herself in front of me, and being ashamed of baring her vagina to me.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I pressed her tender, young vagina, feeling her crinkly pubic hair through the thin, cotton fabric of her white panties. I could feel that her panties were already slightly moist in the front, and there was the strong musky odor of the secretions from her virgin pussy. Caressing the thin, almost flat mound of her vagina through her panties, I said to her "Your vagina is not dirty, Mini ... it's just wet ... and aroused ... just like my penis is..." my voice soothing and gentle.
"Nooo..." she protested feebly again, shaking her head from side to side with apprehension. "Don't you trust your Jignesh bhaiyya, baby... ?" I asked her softly, tilting my head to one side, and looking her in the eye. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her lips trembled, as she managed to mumble "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." her voice a barely audible hiss. "Then just relax ... and let bhaiyya show you how much he likes you..." I replied soothingly, smiling at her.
Without waiting for her to respond, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties, and in one smooth motion, pulled it down her thighs. She responded automatically by lifting her buttocks off the sofa, allowing me to pull her panties down her knees, and eventually down her ankles.
As I dropped her panties on the floor, her hand automatically shot down between her legs, desperately trying to cover her bared pussy with the palm of her hands. "Relax, Mini ... I am not going to hurt you ... I am just going to make love to you..." I said soothingly, gently prising her hands away, and baring her young, teenage, virgin cunt to me.
Her pussy had a liberal patch of thick, crinkly, curly black pubic hair, and it was evident that she had not yet started to even trim her hair. "It's beautiful..." I said to her soothingly, even as I gazed lovingly at her virgin cunt bared for my pleasure. Her thighs and buttocks were trembling, and by the way her curly pubic hair glistened in the dim light filtering from the window, I could make out that she was soaking wet.
Not that I needed any visual confirmation, for I could smell her arousal, the musky odor of her womanhood strong in my nostrils. Holding her thigh parted with my left hand, I gently caressed the thick patch of her crinkly pubic hair, letting my fingers graze gently against the lips of her vagina. "Ohhhhh..." I heard her cry out, as her body gave an involuntary jerk, her fingers grabbing hold of my wrist.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I began to gently caress her thin vaginal lips under the crinkly pubic hair with my thumb, simultaneously caressing the insides of her thighs with my other hand. The musky odor of her virgin cunt was strong in my nostrils, and I was aroused to the hilt now; my rock hard cock scaping bulging out from my track pants obscenely.
Parting the the thick patch of curly pubic hair with my fingers, I let my fingers come in contact with the tight slit of her vaginal lips, and began to caress them gently, eliciting gasps from her, her pelvis squirming in my hands. Quickly locating her tiny clitoris hidden between the upper sides of her vaginal lips, I began to rub my thumb against it gently, causing her to buck her hips violently.
"Bhaiyyaa ... please..." I heard her cry out, unable to control herself anymore, even as she reached between her legs to grab hold of my wrist. "Relax, baby ... just trust me..." I said to her soothingly; even as I gently began to pry open the tight lips of her cunt with my fingers. Not wanting to cause her even the least bit of pain, I was gentle with her, my fingers softly caressing her wet vaginal lips. I was in that zone now where all that I cared about was how to give her the maximum pleasure, without scaring her off.
So I got her to place one of her raised legs on my shoulder, her hamstrings resting on my shoulder. Caressing her thigh with my left hand, I began to run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, making her squirm and wriggle violently, unable to bear the stimulation. At the same time, I continued to caress her vulva with my middle finger, and gently slid the tip of my middle finger between the tight lips of her cunt, marveling at the tightness of her teenage, virgin pussy.
"Unnnhhh..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as she felt my fingers beging to probe the mouth of her virgin cunt, stimulating and arousing her at the same time. Gradually, I slid my tongue along the inside of her thighs towards her cunt, till I felt her curly, dark pubic hair tickle the side of my lips. Averse as I was to the feel of hair in my mouth, I still went ahead and pressed my lips to her moist, tender pussy, eliciting a soft, prolonged, cry of shock and pleasure from her.
"Noooo ... bhaiyaaaa ... nooo..." she almost begged, as I held her thighs in place, and gently clamped my mouth on her tender, young, cunt. "Why, baby ... what happened... ?" I asked her softly, momentarily raising my head from between her slender, outstretched thighs. "I'm dirty there, bhaiyyaa..." she managed to cry out, shaking her head from side to side, still unable to come to terms with the fact that I was actually going to suck on her sopping wet, virgin cunt, complete with a rather thick patch of crinkly, curly pubic hair.
"Allow me to be the judge of that, baby..." I said to her huskily, finding the musky odor of her inflamed cunt intoxicating. Without waiting for her reply, I once again clamped my mouth on her vagina, and began to probe the slit of her vagina with my tongue. "Unnnnhhhh..." I heard her cry out again though clenched teeth, as her hands involuntarily grabbed hold of my hair, tugging at it violently. Ignoring the pain, I continued to try to prise open the thightly closed lips of her pussy with my tongue, even as I used the fingers of my right hand to continue to finger her gently.