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It was a Monday, Vicky decided to check the number given by Bhatti’s Maami.

 

She picked up ‘Hello”

 

“Hello – main Vicky bol raha hoon, bhatti ka friend’  (It me Vicky, Bhatti’s friend)

 

She recognized and there was a sudden change in her voice “how are you’

 

“its our holidays, wasting time” “socha phone number check kar loon, kahin galat toh nahin de diya” (thought to check the phone number)

 

She laughed “galat kyon denge” (why will we give a wrong number)

 

“Jaan chhudaane ke liye” (to get me off your back)

 

She laughed again.  It was a good beginning for him. She was laughing at his PJs.  During the course of conversation, she told him that they had to go for a marriage after a couple of weeks and she was planning to buy new dress and her husband was too busy to go shopping with her.

 

How could he have missed such an opportunity and said “if okay with you – main chalta hoon” (I can accompany you)

 

She laughed and said “tumhe kya pata ladies dresses ke baare mein’ (what do you know of ladies dress)

 

He retorted “ladkiyon ko taadne ka bahut experience hai” (have a lot of experience of ogling at girls)

 

She laughed aloud

 

“Hot aunties ko taadne ka bhi hai” (Have experience of ogling at hot aunties as well)

 

She laughed again.

 

Icre broken.

 

He said “Sarees lena toh dark colour ki aur chiffon type mein, suit karegi” (dark coloured sarees and in chiffon will suit you)

 

She replied, “itna hee pata hai toh saath chalo” (if you know that much you should come with me)

 

This was what he wanted to hear and said ok.

 

The next thing he did was to call his parents to let them know that he is going somewhere to meet a friend in West Delhi and will be back by evening.  No issues, only caution of being careful while driving.  He took his bike and went to her home.  Before going he had a quick shower, applied rich doses of deo and went.

 

By the time he reached he was soaked in sweat and the deo had gone with the wind.

 

Unknown to him someone else also had a double look in the mirror.

 

The doorbell was pressed and the door opened.  Was opened by a damsel in a red colour Chuirdar Salwaar Kameez.  The hair were nicely done in a bun with a couple of strands of hair running down her face.  The Chunni was of same colour and was quite transparent to show the deep cut of the Kameez in the front showing off a delectable cleavage.  She had just the right dose of make up done which accentuated her beauty without making it look made up.

 

She invited him in and served him cold drink. 

 

After about 10-15 minutes they left for a new shop opened in the Market.  The market was famous for its clothing shops and well known brands of those days were housed there.  It was not a Shopping Mall like those of today but housed biggish boutiques having separate sections for different segments.

 

After venturing in and out of 2-3 such outlets, they entered the biggest of the lot which was  three storeyed.  It was impressive and had full variety of clothing for ladies and children only.  The ground floor was dedicated to children and bridal dresses with the upper floors dedicated to designer dresses and casual wear and undergarments.  Each floor had separate trial rooms.  It had all female attendants and only the security guard was a male.  Rest even the cash counter was manned by two women.

 

They told one of the girl attendants of their choice and they were guided to the top most floor.  It was a good facility with trial rooms and sofa sets placed very nicely.  The sides of the hall displayed the dresses.  There were two attendants on the top floor.  One of them excused herself leaving only one girl behind.  One of the sofas was such arranged that it was a bit secluded from the vision of the remaining hall and the person going in the trial room can come out and display only for the eyes of that sofa rather than the whole hall.

 

The attendant girl had typical north Indian features of high nose, nice built, fair colour, decent sized boobs etc.  The hair were let loose and she was wearing a nice nylon saree and sleeveless blouse and was carrying it quite well.  She was not a dream girl but not bad for quick love making either.

 

Vicky projected as if he was not much interested in all this and was here more by compulsion than by choice.  The attendant girl’s name was Ruchi and she brought a few salwar qameez for the lady.  They were the usual ones with nothing risqué about them.  Sleeveless with good embroidery and slightly deepish cut from the front to show enough cleavage to lock in the male pair of eyes to it.

 

Ruchi had got a size bigger and the suit looked a shade loose on Maami.  She made amends and brought a size smaller suit and they just fitted her like a glove. The boobs on Maami’s frame would have looked good sized even on a larger frame lady but on her they looked very inviting and big.  Therefore the suit which fitted well elsewhere was pretty tight on her boobs and her ass globes.  Maami called Ruchi to make her aware of the predicament and then after consulting her thought of taking Vicky’s advice.

 

She asked him to come inside. The trial room was not made for 3 so it was very crowded there.  He asked him to come outside and looked at Ruchi who chipped in by saying nobody else is there on the floor.  That soothened her nerves a bit and she came out.  It was a maroon cloloured suit with some light embroidery and the thing which stood out was her rack and a delicious cleavage. 

 

She looked at him questioningly and he said “looking good’

 

She looked at Ruchi and she too repeated the same.

 

She looked at Ruchi and asked her to leave them alone for some discussion.

 

Maami said “tujhe tight nahin lag raha” (don’t you think it is too tight)

 

Vicky looked very focussedly on her waist and said no

 

She said “wahan nahin” (not there)

 

He said “phir kahan” (then where)

 

Maami pointed at her boobs and ass and said sheepishly “yahan par” (here)

 

He went close to her and monitored the beauty in all seriousness and said “no”

 

She said “gaanv mein nahin pahen sakti” (cant wear this in village – they had to go for marriage in a village)

 

He said “wahan ke liye kuch aur le lo” (take something else for the village)

 

“And this one”

 

“For uncle – uncle dubaara honeymoon par le jaayenge” (uncle will take you to second honeymoon)

 

She smiled at his comment.

 

He reasoned with her and convinced her of buying two sets of clothes.  One suitable for marriage in the village and others for Delhi marriages and parties.  She was all ears.  Which lady would refute the reason of buying more dresses.

 

Within 15 minutes she bought 3 suits for village wear.

 

Next it was turn for the city wear. 

 

She looked at him and he said “aapko sarees bhi try karni chahiyen”

 

Ruchi was very happy at the prospect of a good commission that day and she was very enthusiastic in showing her the dresses. 

 

It was a Chiffon sarree with shades of blue combination and a sleeveless blouse. It was pretty deep cut both from the front and back and the back had doris criss cross exposing the back. She went in to try.  Ruchi was standing next to Vicky salivating at the prospect of big commission.

 

Vicky very casually put his hand on her back and spoke with her sweet nothings.  Ruchi had seen his control over the elder lady and knew one bad move and commission would be zero.  She allowed him to continue. This emboldened him and he moved his hand southwards to her ass and rested it there.  She looked at the stairs and then towards the ground.  He pressed the globes. She moved away from him.  He looked straight and said “sochta hoon kahin aur le jaaon” (I think I should take her to some other boutique).    She understood the implication and came back to the original position. He smiled and she too. The hand went to its position.  She was focused on the stairs.

 

Just then Maami came out and Ruchi went towards her to have a closer look at the fitting.  Vicky looked at her and winked.  Maami felt like a youngster.  He asked her to move around and she did. The light chiffon sarree did well to showcase the ass globes.  The blouse was too tight for her but after Vicky said it was ok she went ahead.  After a couple more such sarees and suits, Vicky pointed at a backless blouse saree combination.  Maami said no but Vicky forced her to try it. Even ruchi prodded her to it.

 

As she went in, Vicky went behind Ruchi and kissed her neck and cupped her boobs. Ruchi tried to wriggle out but to no avail and he ended up forcing kisses on her which she enjoyed after a customary round of protest.  They disengaged when she was about to come out.  Instead of coming out she called Ruchi in. After a few minutes Ruchi came out and asked him to go in.  He said that she should come out since there was no one around apart from them.  This logic made sense to her and she came out.

 

His jaw dropped.

 

She was looking ravishing.  The dress was similar to that of Mrs Kapoor on Sheetal’s birthday but still it was looking so different on the two beauties.  The two women were so similar and yet so dissimilar.  Both looked ravishing in a similar costume but still looked so different.

 

Her hair were still tied in a bun.  The creamy shining skin was in contrast with the backless blouse and providing delight to both him and Ruchi.  Ruchi felt a tinkle in her loins but preferred to ignore it.

 

The saree was all the time threatening to fall off the silky shoulders.  She was looking at the floor.  The blouse was giving ample view of her ample bosom with a clear angle to the 4 inch cleavage.  The saree was worn not with a regular petticoat but with a small tight skirt which accentuated her ass curves.  He continued drinking in her beauty.  He knew that today a big line was crossed and it was matter of a few more interactions to have the dreamlady under him. 

 

He came close to her and looked at her angelic face, she was still looking at the carpet below.  He asked her to look up and she did after a few requests.  The eyes were betraying her thought process. She felt excited but the conventions were holding her back. Vicky had ignited her passions.  The housewife had made herself believe the lifestyle of a mother, obedient daughter in law, wife but had subsided her passions.  She had led herself to believe that a mother of two daughters ought to behave in a particular manner.

 

This was igniting the old flames.

 

He inspected her from the front and then went towards her back and gave a admiring look to her ass which was not lost by Ruchi and then said “Wow.”  He wanted to lick every inch of her there and then but waited.  He knew the time was near.

 

He did not touch her then and asked Ruchi to pack it alongwith other dresses.  In total she was carrying 8 dresses. 4 for marriage and 4 for her passions.  This ensured good commission for Ruchi who then allowed Vicky to maul her boobs and ass for some time.  Vicky put her soft hand on his crotch over the trousers leading her to get surprised by the packet size.  Then he asked for her number which she readily gave.  She did not only give her number readily but also her pussy in few days after the shop incident.  Not taking that story further.

 

Unknown to him the ignited flames had made Maami buy some designer undergarments.  The lacy coloured undergarments were just coming on the horizon then and she had bought a few of them.  Ideally meant for her husband but in reality benefited Vicky.

 

It was about 7pm that they reached her home.  He dropped her and after having some water etc left.  Her husband was about to return.  Deliberately he left a book and told Maami to call at about 9pm about his book.

 

He returned home, his parents enquired about his whereabouts.  He told them that he was coming after dropping Bhatti’s Maami home since he met her at the shopping complex where he had gone with his friend.  He cursed slow speed of women shopping.  His parents laughed and said wait till you get married and your wife will make you sweat over shopping.  At about 9pm the call from Maami came to tell him about the book.  He cursed shopping againand told her in a day or two he will pick it up.  All sounded very normal to his parents.  Again his theory of lies with liberal doses of truth was difficult to catch.

 

He called her the next day.  He got the good news of her husband going out for a tour for a couple of days.  This initiated the plan of a nightout. For this to happen two things had to happen. One – his friend was to be taken into confidence or semi confidence and also need to find out from Maami if by chance Bhatti’s family visit since her husband is not there.  He called Bhatti that day and found that his family were leaving for Amritsar the same evening. It meant his family will not be with Maami.

 

He then called his friend Arjun to find if he can keep a secret and come over to his house.  Arjun was not bad at studies, he too was at DCE, but was a bit shy and introvert.  Deep down he wanted to be like Vicky but presented a case of being content introvert.  Vicky had sensed this some time back and was ready to teach him a thing or two.

 

Arjun came to his house the same evening and he told him to tell his parents how the other he met with Bhatti’s Maami and they were fed up window shopping.  He also spun a yarn of his interest in that area and that if he cooperates Vicky can have a night of serious fun.  He agreed. Vicky had in the meanwhile thought of giving him the pleasure of having the Ruchi from the shop.

 

The next morning he got a call from Maami and they chatted for some time and he said that he had not seen the dresses properly to which she had responded that had he got away from Ruchi he could have seen it. 

 

The same evening he told his parents of a planned nightout at Arjun’s place and also that he had to get a book which was left in Maami’s bags.  No issues, no concerns all fun.  Permission was granted.

 

So he thought of going on Thursday so that he can have some time with her alone if possible, because Saturday being a holiday there was a possibility that her relatives may drop in over weekend.  With this thought in mind, he went to his friends place first.  Told him that in case his parents call up his home, you can tell that he has just gone to some place to get back his book and also call him up at a particular number.  Vicky had planned to call his home once in the evening and the next morning which will be sufficient for his parents.

 

Since his friend was alone, as family members had gone for some function, hence it was all so easy for him.

 

He went to Maami’s place, all well dressed in a Jeans and t-shirt. 

 

He pressed the doorbell and she was overjoyed on seeing the visitor from the keyhole.  She though did well to hide her happiness.

 

He entered and after exchanging pleasantaries the topic moved to her shopping and also his book.  She smiled.

 

He was looking for an opening.  Since he was not getting the required answers asked directly.

 

“Arrey itnee shopping karwaayee, dekhen toh sahi kaise kapde they” (got so much shopping done, lets see the clothes)

 

She was not a fool and brought the whole bunch. He looked at them and said “aisse kya pata chalega – pahen ke dikhao, main bhi dekhoon aap kya maal lagte ho – wahan par toh us ruchi ke saath masti chal rahi thhee” (how will I judge like this – wear and show – let me see how hot you look – there I was busy with Ruchi)

 

She smiled at his comment of him being busy with Ruchi and of her looking hot.

 

She continued talking to him for some more time and went in to change.

 

Out came Maami. It was a regular salwar kamiz, not very special. Only was bright in colour and had a bit of embroidery done.  Had it been on less hot lady, nobody would have cared to give a second look, however, since it was on such a beautiful lady coupled with the location and situation she was modeling it became hotter as it raised expectations.

 

The next one was also the same but with a slightly plunging neckline giving view of half an inch of cleavage.  It was slightly tighter than the previous one hence a bit more risqué.

 

Next she wore a saree, a usual one.  It was of Garden silk with sleeveless blouse and with a better view to her cleavage. Vicky was now all the more interested.  As she came close to him, she gave a pose like a model would do.  He went closer to her to inspect from close quarters.  The silk saree was not pinned on blouse, hence when she exaggerated the pose, it fell from glory revealing the twin peaks encased in a tight blouse. She looked at Vicky, smiled, blushed and picked her saree back, he thought she took some generous time in doing so and then asked him “Kaisee lag rahee hoon” (how am I looking)

 

He gave her thumbs up in return.  She smiled and went back.

 

After that she wore a salwar kamiz suit. It was a bright red coloured sleeveless one with deep cleavage and deep back with criss crossing strings (doris) on the back exposing a bit more.  He was getting mesimerised by what was on view.  This time he went much closer to her and inspected it from pretty close quarters. From too close to make her a bit uncomfortable. His python was coming to life.  She looked at him sheepishly. He wanted to dominate her but knowing that time was on his side, he preferred taking it slow.

 

The room was getting sexually tensed.

 

To break that tension, he said “suit looks good – Mamaji ke friends bahut khush honge” (Your husband’s friends will be very happy to see you in this) and winked.

 

She too joined the smile and laughed and said “Aur tum” (and you?)

 

“Main toh aapko dekh ke khush raheta hoon” (I get happy when I see you) said he and winked again.

 

She then announced  “Lets have some tea.”

 

He said “fashion show?”

 

She smiled back and said “milte hain break ke baad” (will continue after the break)

 

She continued in the same suit putting a lot of strain on his crotch.

 

She went to the kitchen to prepare tea.  He went in and stood behind admiring the exposed back.  The Chunni was thrown away on the sofa for good measure.  He spoke some sweet nothings making her feel his warm breath on her soft back.

 

He then stood next to her facing her with his hips touching the kitchen slab. This way he had great view of her boobs which was not lost on maami either but she did nothing to hide the assets.

 

He initiated “Maami college mein toh sab marte honge aap par” (guys would have been drooling in college)

 

She smiled and said nothing.

 

He persisted “Valentine Day par toh line lag jaati hogi” (there would be a long queue of boys on Valentine Day)

 

“Tab Valentine nahin hota thaa” (no valentine day then) said she.

 

“Phir toh poore saal lage rahete honge” (then they would be after you during the whole year)

 

She laughed whole heartedly.  He joined her.

 

She said “Try bahut log karte thhey but nothing major happened” (a lot of them tried)

 

“OK then what minor happened” he said

 

She said “nothing much kabhi movie dekh li bas” (went for a movie or two – that’s it)

 

He knew for sure she was hiding something.

 

He then prodded “Maami maama ki side par kisi ne try nahin kiya” (nobody in Maama’s relations tried)

 

She smiled again and said no.

 

“Impotent hain ya gay” (are they impotent or gay) he said.

 

She laughed aloud.

 

By now tea was done. She picked the two cups and went towards the room. He too joined her and sat on a Sofa in front of her Chunni. She went back to the kitchen to get some biscuits and offered them to him and in the process exposed the generous cleavage of creamy white bosom.  He took both the sight and biscuits with pleasure. She was not in a hurry and neither was he.  Unknown to them the weather had turned cloudy and had started raining bringing respite from the heat outside but not from the sexual heat generated inside.

 

He asked her come to the balcony and look at the rain.  Since the balcony was in shade of a big Peepal Tree it was safe for her to not to wear chunni.  But acting as a spoiled child she did not want to leave her position.  He pulled her up and then pushed her from behind with his hands on her shoulders.  Grudgingly, smilingly she moved towards the balcony.  It was a nice welcome pre-monsoon shower.  His hands were on her bare shoulders and both sets of skins were enjoying each other.  She crossed her arms under her bosom and rested the arms on the short wall in the balcony.  Since she was leaning a bit in front which made her ass to stretch towards Vicky’s crotch.  Vicky was not the one to lose the opportunity.  He still kept his hands on her shoulders and moved a bit in front to meet her ass with his crotch on pretext on enjoying the rains. 

 

As the python touched her ass globes, she felt the size of the monster hidden.

 

She then said “yahan mere saath aaja” (come beside me)

 

Vicky said ok and went to her left with his right hand now on her lower back. This was sign of him being the dominant one.  He had learnt this tricks with his huge number of explorations with opposite sex.  Maami looked at him enquiringly as his hand was quite close to the start of her ass.

He looked in her eyes and said “Naa main impotent hoon aur naa gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)

 

She understood the import of the statement and looked in front.

 

The tiny droplets on her fresh face were forming a thin stream moving from her cheeks to her slender neck and then merging into the divine cleavage.  He was looking at the waterfall into her cleavage and wanted to lick it their and then.  He was not ashamed of looking at her boobs so brazenly.

 

After a short while, the passing pre-monsoon showers passed away to bring relief to some other part of city.  They both then moved back in.  As she was about to sit down he asked her to finish the fashion show. She smiled and accepted.

 

After a couple of rounds of fashion she came out wearing the masterpiece saree with the backless blouse.  She had for a good measure just done a touch up and the hair were tied in a loose knot making her look even more sexy.  A few strands of hair across her face were doing wonders to the sensuous look.  Vicky got up from his seat and went close to her.  The saree was tightly wrapped around her gorgeous back making the ass look even prettier.  Had he not seen Mrs Kapoor in a similar attire a few years back he would have ordained Maami in this dress as the hottest sight in a Saree.

 

She wanted to go back but he made her sit on the sofa and said if you are to wear this saree you should not feel uncomfortable. As it sounded reasonable, she sat there.  Two minutes later the phone rang.  The phone was on his right and she was on his left with the centre table close to their knees locking her immediate movement.  She stretched across him to pick up the phone and it was her husband on the other side.  Vicky noticed that she could have asked him to pick the phone and give it to her or asked him to move and also that she mentioned that she was alone at home and doing nothing. 

 

His timing was always to the point.  He moved forward and planted a soft kiss on the exposed shoulder. This startled her a bit but she still showed no signs of retreating.  By now he had starting planting more wet kisses on the exposed shoulder, arms.  She was quivering and her voice was faltering.  Her husband queried so she coughed to show that it was due to that only and nothing else.

 

Meanwhile his hand was pressing her ass globes over her saree and the other one was gently massaging her boobs.  The smooth saree had fallen from her silky smooth shoulders bringing access to the ample inviting bossom.  By now she was shivering and squirming.  She wanted her husband to end the talk and Vicky to continue the assault.  Atleast one of them complied and she put down the phone. Vicky by now had planted quite a few kisses on the exposed nape and also pressed boobs hell lot of times.  Hi hands had also made circular journeys of the ass globes.  His touch was masterly and she deep down acknowledged it as well.  To gain some sort of control she  got up and said “yeh kya thaa” (what was it)

 

As she got up, the saree came down from her shoulder exposing the blouse encased assets.

 

Vicky went close enough for her to feel the warm breath and said “I told you – na main impotent hoon aur na gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)  and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.  She was speechless.  He took her dropped saree pallu in hand and started disrobing her.  She was in a trance.  She was never expecting this though she wanted this to happen.

After a few seconds the saree went off and stood there in her semi naked glory was Maami making Vicky to go speechless for a few seconds. He was drinking in the beauty in front of him.

 

Apart from the over exposing blouse she was wearing a small petticoat or rather short skirt coming uptill mid thigh. It was made of thin material and in fact accentuated the ass globes.

 

He went in behind her lifted her saree from the floor and kept it on the chair.  All the while she was motionless.  Now he went behind her and started his ever trustworthy strategy of kissing the nape of the neck and boobs press.  As if it registered now, she tried to get away from him which resulted in heavy rubbing between his crotch and her ass.  He was not the one to lose this opportunity.  He pinned her down on the adjacent dining table and started licking her neck.  She was bent backwards and his legs were on either side of hers.  She was trying to wriggle away but was not shouting as her mouth was not pressed.  Vicky in the meanwhile was licking her with some force and pace making her go weaker by the second in her resolve.

 

He pushed her arms over her head and held both slim wrists in one big hand and the other one went down south to give pleasure to her pussy lips.  Even from above the skirt he made her squirm.  He placed himself in such a manner that now he was kissing her bang on lips with the hand rubbing her clit very rough.  Her resistance had by then assumed proportions of the token lip service offered by our politicians.  After persuing for a couple more minutes he got up leaving her gasping for breath and more love.  It was first time that their eyes had met after last, impotent nor gay line.  If there was victorious look in his eyes, hers were not showing any anger or remorse either.

 

He looked at her in her ravished state.  She smiled for the first time and said “I know tu naa impotent hai na gay” (I know you are neither impotent nor gay).

 

He now relaxed knowing that now she was hers. She tried to pick her saree but he said “koi nahin aayega – aisey hee raho” (none will come – stay like this)

 

So here was the coveted Maami wearing an overexposing backless blouse and a short skirt and roaming freely in her home with a young boy ready to fuck her brains out.  He pulled her in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.  She reciprocated and both indulged in the saliva exchanging project.  The kisses had started becoming longer, passionate and the tongues were exploring each other much deeper.  After they disengaged he held her in her embrace showing his dominance and control over her. 

 

She said “Ghar nahin jaana kya” (don’t you have to go home)

 

“No I am having a night out today” he replied

 

“What if your friend will know”

 

“koi chance nahin – for him – main kisi college ki maal ladki ke saath hoon” (no chance – for my friend I am spending night with some college going chick)

 

“Toh main kya college ki ladki hoon” (so am I a college girl) she asked

 

“Maal toh ho” (but you are a chick) replied Vicky causing her to giggle and blush.

 

Now he went behind her and cupped her boobs.  She also matched it by pushing her ass into his crotch.  He was now planting a serious bout of kisses and boob presses bringing extreme pleasures to the gorgeous housewife.  The guy was very skilful, she thought and was pleased.  She was now on the point of on return. Her sexual urges, unfulfilled for quite some time now had taken over the semi-pious housewife role that she played.

 

He opened her over exposing blouse to see the twin peaks of glory and was mesimerised by the sight bringing pride in her eyes of having the ability to have a young male in trance even at her age.  Females always feel proud of such acts and she was no exception.  By now the scene was set.  He lifted her over his shoulder and took her to her master bedroom.  He wanted to own her and fuck her on her bedroom to show his control. She was not complaining either. Off went the short skirt and came to view a satin panty of pink colour which was also on its downward journey in a few seconds. 

 

Before his eyes lay the beautiful specimen of a female form.  He was oscillating his vision between the clean shaven pussy lips and the boobs and then went for his ever tried and tested routine of boob kiss and lick and digit insertion in her pussy.  The round movement of his index finger was making her go crazy like hell.  Her nipples had become rock hard and her pussy was about to start dripping. 

 

Her eyes were semi closed and she was moving her head from side to side.  He then moved to lick her pussy and started lapping up all the juice on offer.

 

He fucked her in missionary position.  (Not elaborating this part but their adventure in the bathroom)

 

She had the best fuck ever and she was wanting more but had to first work for their food.  She called up Nirula’s for home delivery of some food.  His skill, his stamina and more over his cock had bought her hook line and sinker.  She was his doll now.

 

After about 40mins, the delivery boy came to deliver the dinner and Vicky went to collect it only wearing his trousers.  He was the man incharge and paid the delivery boy and gave him some tip as well.

 

The naked aunty moved to the kitchen to get some utensils.

 

He lay on the bed with his back against backrest and was in a semi-upright position.  They had ordered pizzas and she was there with plates etc.  He asked her to keep them aside and ordered the naked lady to sit on his lap.  She obeyed.

 

Slice by slice the veg pizza went in, lick by lick he took off all the sauce he had spilled on her boobs, the cheese spilled on her navel.  The pepper and chilli sachets given were liberally spread both over pizzas and the nude beauty.  The lady had indeed became the spicy beauty. He was finding the spices hitting his tongue but the sheer audacity and the naughtiness of licking spices off the body of a mature beauty was too tempting for him to be ignored.

 

By now event the Maami’s skin had started burning due to the chilli powder flakes and the same of the peppers.  To soothe her skin he brought out the ice cubes and rubbed the parts experiencing the chilli flakes.  The sensitive nippies and the navel were the ones who bore the onslaught of the flakes and they were the ones now experiencing the icy cool treatment.  If the ice was soothing the burning sensations of the skin it was creating havoc in the freshly fucked beauty’s mind with the sensations of licking, ice, burning sensation of flakes providing an exotic sexual cocktail for her to endure.  She was shaking her head from side to side unable to control her excited state and started kissing the “kid” or the “master.”

 

The master had understood her state and tried to prolong her sexual agony for some more time.

 

He continued rubbing ice on her sensitive and burning skin and bringing in the icy factor on the burning effects.  An ice cube was focused on her hairless pussy and was rubbed with a great vengeance.  The freshly fucked pussy lips were happy to have such an assault on them and stiffened in excitement.  At times the ice cube would wander on the nearby sensitive areas of her inner thighs and at other times it will try to penetrate deep into the pussy.

 

The other ice cube was wholly responsible for creating a havoc on her boobs and nippies.  If this was not the Chinese torture then god knew what it was.  The nippies had become erect and stiff in anticipation of being sucked which was not coming.  She was pushing her pelvic region up & down matching the movements of his hands and so was her heavy bosom moving into an up&down simple harmonic motion.  Her eyes were now semi closed and she was holding to his arms for support.  The sweat was building up despite the room cooler providing the much need relief, much cooler owing to sudden showers bringing the temperature down.  Nobody in her sexual escapades had used her body this way and she was not complaining.  Her body arched and the movement of her ass became a bit more vehement and violent indicating her cumming.  The 5-7 minute rubs had brought the mature lady cumming from the hands of a kid.

 

After she came just being abused by ice cubes and chilli flakes she was thinking how exciting it was for her.  It was the first time that she came in by icy touches only.  The boy knew how to make love definitely.

 

As she was still thinking and looking at oblivion, the kid master picked her up and took her to the bathroom and lay her down on the bathroom tiled floor.  The shower was turned on with the jet streams focused on her boobs.  Maami had by now not recovered from the flakes and ice induced orgasm that the water droplets started getting her back in the groove for another round. The nippies took liking to liquid form of water soon after having touched the solid form (ice) of the same.  The water droplets were hitting the two mammaries and deflecting in all directlions much akin to the dispersement of water after hitting rocks at the bottom of the waterfall.  The sight was a shade under the bathroom sex with Mrs Kapoor a few years back.  But if it was comparable with that, then it was awesome definitely.

 

The bathroom had modern fittings considering those days.  It had an attachment of a hand held shower as well.  Vicky picked it up and removed whatever there was and stood on top of her naked.  He aimed the hand held shower on his cock and he cock was directly abover her face.  The slut that maami had become was lapping up the water trails coming down from his cock. It was akin to her drinking his pee.  This was the final submission both for him and her.  By this slutty act she had confirmed, if any confirmation was necessary, that she was all his for the taking.  So many before her had become submissive and so many after her will become submissive to him.  He had learnt that the fairer sex wanted to be dominated and dominating came to him very easily.  He picked up a bar of soap and rubbed his crotch area.  The lather formed was washed away downwards only too be met by the rubbing of boobs at his ankle by Maami.  Maami’s slutiness was something to behold.  It was as if the slut in her was waiting to be set free by him. As the slutty spirit soared high the more unhibited slut she became.  The genie was out of the bottle.

 

The lady’s mouth had reached his cock and had started sucking it. The tongue was licking the knob. She was doing it pretty expertly and had taken it to as a fish takes to water.  She was sucking it very nicely and ensuring that her teeth do not touch the piston.  He was also pressing her head slightly towards his crotch.  Her hand was cupping his balls and gently massaging it.  The feeling of her soft fingers on his balls was too exciting.  As if on cue, she left his cock went down to lick his balls.  She was licking the underside of his scrotal sack and boy was it some feeling.  All the while, the hand held shower was drenching both.  The effect Maami had on him.  If Maami had cummed a short while back by his expert use of ice cubes and chilli/pepper flakes, it was now his turn to cum without having fucked her.

 

The slut in her lapped up all the semen he generarted gleefully and when he pointed the shower at her face, she opened her mouth to drink in water and splurge out a mix of his semen and water.  It was one wanton sight of the slut taking over the lady.  He saw her sexually content face and concluded that the sexual monster had awakened and she will from now on go out all hog to fulfill her sexual urge.  She had by now entangled with his leg like a creeper and was inching towards the cock.  He had in the meanwhile focused the shower on her ass globes and the sight was akin to feeding the roots of the creeper. 

 

He picked her up and kissed her lips for quite some time. He wanted to control the things and let it go his way.  The impact of heavy kisses was great on her and she melted into him.  He picked up the bar of soap and started rubbing on her.  This became a game for both as she too picked another one and started rubbing on her.  After lathering his chest she moved for his cock and he after lathering her back moved for her boobies.  They continued their special attention to their favourite part of each other’s anatomy.  He had more choices, now the soap bar moved to her ass and then took a turn to reach her pussy.  She in the meanwhile was still concentrating on the piston of pleasure.

 

The rub effect on the pussy was very exciting for her.  Her husband never ventured out of the routine sex and this boy was playing with her.  He then held her in his embrace and let the hands rest of her ass globes and drew circles on the lather rich posterior.  The bodies still covered in soap lather were now again involved in smooching sessions.  This time they moved under the shower fixed on the wall.  The water streams fell on their heads and found its way to the floor after following the trail on the intertwined bodies.  The water streams were unison in their downward journey to the bathroom tiles but pretty divergent on the routes being taken.  As the water poured on them, the lather got lesser and lesser and exposed more of their skins.  The skins glowed a lot owing to the heady combination of sex and passion. 

 

He got the hand held shower close to her pussy and let the jet streams hit her pussy lips deep and hard.  There were many firsts today and this was one of them.  She could feel the force of water jet and it was a much different feeling that she had felt in her pussy all her life.  To increase the fun, she had parted the lips a bit to let it enter further in.  Vicky in the meanwhile had moved in behind her, water jet still on her pussy lips, and made her go on all fours, water jet still on pussy and with heavy strokes started the anal fun.  She was far too gone to understand what was happening, the slut was enjoying the double fun.  Actual hardcore ramming in one hole and jet propulsion in the other one.  Sex was fun.

 

Gradually, Vicky rammed up the humping.  Her ass was moving back and forth to match the youngster.  She was doing a good job of it.  She was born to enjoy sex and was she doing it now.  She had postured in such a way that her ass looked a bit more risen than before and all the more tempting.  Since one hand was playing the fountain to her love nest, the other one paid attention to her boobies and ass globes.  The ramming had reached upto the level of his tool going fully in her tiny asshole and his balls htting her ass.  Deep & hard penetration by a heavy piston was giving time of her life.  As the strokes increased, so did, their urge to cum.  This time both came together.  He came in her asshole and she showered the love juices on the hand held shower.

 

Both lovers shook with impact of their respective cumming.

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She turned the shower off but was still on her fours.

 

He just lay down on the floor and placed his face right under her boobs and started sucking. The attack as she was panting for breath and ‘recuperating’ from a powerful orgasm, tormented her again.  Her ass started to move, she got into a groove.  He was now right under her, with her legs on either side of his thighs.  She was still low down and not straight up as the kid was attached to the mammaries of the Maami.  Slowly she was also coming back to life. The sexual life was being pumped into her via her boobies.   The balloons had been filled with his breath.  She was now a bit upright and which meant that the boobs now got attention only from his hands.  The cock, which needed no second invitation, had come back to life and was in a semi-erect state.  Maami was gyrating her crotch against his and playing with him by splashing water on his face.  She had the shower in her hand and the water was being liberally spread over her bossom, his face etc. 

 

After 4-5 minutes of such foreplay the slut was now ready for the next round.  Never she had come so powerfully within such few minutes in her life and she was now prolonging her sexual ecstacy.  With one hand she placed the cock on entry of her pussy and then starting the up & down simple harmonic motion.  Due to her weight, gravity and much lubricated pussy, the cock was hitting her much deeper.  This was setting a chain reaction.  The deeper it hit, the more pleasure it gave to her, increasing her passion and effort in her movement, causing the cock to go a bit more in.  She was shrieking but kept control and lost herself in the dominance of intercourse she was now enjoying.

 

The boobs were flying in all directions. Vicky hands were busy in mauling boobs as & when possible or holding her hips.  Such was her fury, that she forgot how badly her knees got bruised due to continous movement on bathroom floor.  There was no bleeding but bruises none the less.  The all four posture a while back meant even his knees felt the impact.  After about good 12-15 minutes of calorie burning exercise she started shaking.  He raised his arms to support her and she thanked him for the support.  She shook violently as a mark of her cumming.  The kid had not cummed as yet.  She was still in a trance of ecstacy, when he in one swift motion had her back on the floor, her legs raised and in air, either side of his torso and his cock embedded in her pussy.  The trance got broked due to the heavy workload of his penetration.

 

After a few minutes he came and spread his seed all over her shining body.  As before with other ladies, she shone after being polished in his semen.

 

Both lay down on the floor panting for breath, content and enjoying the sexual fun.

 

The shower was now off.  He got up, took a towel, rubbed it on her body first and his then.  The lady enjoyed the attention.  Enjoyed the sensation of the towel on her pussy lips.  She had enjoyed it earlier as well but this time it was someone else applying it to him.

 

He lifted her up and went to the bedroom.  Both were in their birthday suits and did not bother to wear anything.  The bed was redone to get rid of the flakes etc.  A new bedsheet was spread.  He first went and placed himself in the centre of the double bed and she came and lay next to her.

 

Sweet nothings started, interspersed with kissing, boob press etc.

 

“Maine toh prabhat pheri waale din hee soch liya thaa” (I had thought of this on the prabhat pheri day when I first saw you), Vicky said.

 

“I had seen you eyeing me” she replied.

 

The slut noticed, he thought.

 

As they talked more, he realized that the Maami was wanton in her ways in her youth but had mellowed down after marriage.  She had mellowed down a bit only.  Not averse to a few minor flirtations.  Though she did not have sex in relations but she had allowed a visiting cousin of Bhatti from US a quick feel during a picnic last year. 

 

He then told her how he has fucked two sets of mothers & daughters together (Kapoors & Khans). She was startled but knew what was coming. He wanted to screw her and her elder daughter together. She knew about her elder daughter and how she had become a hit among the boys of her college. Just like her mother, she went out for movies with her male friends and kept them busy. 

 

She did not say anything but thought that it was possible.

 

This way the night got over with one more round of screwing.

 

The next morning he called his friend and went back home.

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Vicky’s fun with the ladies / girls in his life continued for some time.  His action with Maami continued as well.  He would fuck her at first given opportunity, anyone would.  He had screwed her at a function at Bhatti’s. During her way to the Parent Teacher meeting at her younger daugther’s college.  He had taken to then newly opened water fun park near on Old Delhi Gurgaon Road.  Everyone could see the relationship between him and Maami.  Made her suck his cock on the giant wheel.  These antics ensured that the slut was more than satisfied.  She had then strayed a bit with others but Vicky was her first choice. 

 

Ritu had visited Garima in Delhi and Vicky had gone there to service their sexual engines for 4 days morning to evening.  One day Ritu came to meet his parents as well

 

Due to his frequent visits to screw Maami he had become a regular visitor to his friend Arjun’s house.  After a few weeks they too moved to his part of the colony in South Delhi.

 

Arjun, was by nature an introvert, as mentioned earlier.  He stayed with his Chacha & Chachi as his parents lived in his ancestrol village in Himachal Pradesh, near Shimla.  His Chacha was in Government service and Chachi was a housewife.  They had a daughter, about a couple of years younger than Arjun.  His Chacha (younger brother of ones’ father) and Chachi (Chacha’s wife) had a love marriage at a very young age.  Chachi was then only 19 and gave birth to a daughter at the age of 20. this meant that she was only 37-38 now with an 17-18 year old daughter. She had all the makings of a gorgeous woman that Vicky loved.  Glowing fair skin, melons, nice rounded ass.  Her face was attractive but not the conventional beautiful one.  Her daughter had taken from her.  She was also quite sexy in her own way.

 

The daughter had taken up from her mother both in physical and behavioural aspects.

 

Deep down Arjun wanted to screw his sexy Chachi but did not have balls to do that.  So he wanted Vicky to screw his Chachi and thought of blackmailing her with this knowledge. The lecher also had designs on his cousin as well.   

 

He had once challenged Vicky that he cannot have his Chachi since she finds him below her standard.  Vicky had read his game but still was up for it because the prize was worth it.

 

The trick in the game for Vicky to be successful was to screw Chachi without letting Arjun be part of the show.  For Arjun it was to record it and blackmail Chachi.  Consequences for Arjun could be bad since it was quite possible that Vicky screws her without his knowledge and he is not left with any case to exploit. For Vicky it was a worse case scenario of Arjun sharing the spoils since he would back out if he found she was not up for it.  Also, he could always escape by blaming Arjun for the fiasco and his misdeeds.

 

He thought the best time for the approach will be the one when Chacha is away for some time.  Arjun solved his problem by telling him that his Chacha would be away for over a month in October.  He had to tour a place for setting up some Government project. Safe with this knowledge, he started going to their house a bit more regularly.  Chachi did not dislike his visits.  Chacha, Chachi and their daughter had once met his parents and it was good vibes all round. Chacha and Chachi felt good that their nephew was friends with a good guy from a good family and was in no danger of getting into drugs etc.

 

Vicky started to try and work his charms on Chachi.  He had started to talk to her more on his visits.  Complimenting her on her dresses, cooking etc.  This had endeared him to her.  Arjun was very happy seeing this and was expecting something to come up soon.  However, after a couple of weeks worth try – he learnt a very important lesson in life. Every woman is not a slut and is not up for grabs.  He was a fool to move into this direction.  With this he confronted Arjun and told him to stay away from such thoughts.   To remove his shyness he set her up with Ruchi of the dress store and he went around with her and became a bit more confident.

 

Vicky’s sister had become the Resident Doctor at her Medical College and had started her MD there. She and one other doctor were very good friends and were planning to settle down together. He was senior to her by one year.  Vicky’s sister had confided this first to her bhabhi (wife of brother) (daughter in law of their Tayaji), who then broke this to her husband and from their it perlocated down to them.  Bhaiya and Bhabhi had met with the family of the prospective groom and found out about the family. It was a Chandigarh based family and were also Punjabi Brahmins just like them and were also vegetarians.  A few meetings with Tayaji’s family members had concluded that the boy was good.   His sister had come for Diwali in 1993.  Vicky’s parents were happy when they learnt about the family from Tayaji. 

 

Winters of 1993 were about to set in when Vicky and his parents made the journey to Chandigarh to meet the groom’s family.

  They were a small family. Parents (father, a doctor and mother, a lecturer) the boy in question and his younger sister.  They went in with all the paranephelia involved in such visits and performed the rokka ceremony. (it is a ceremony which initiates firming of marriage in North India.  It is then followed by Engagement, Shagun etc culminating in Marriage)

 

He was very happy as his would be Jija (brother in law) was also a very nice man.  Man of few words but with a very good sense of humour.  He also shared his passion of cricket and was in general nice person to be with.  It looked as if his sister and jija were made for each other.

 

It was then decided by the two families that the marriage will take place in the month of February next year (1994).  It was decided that the marriage ceremony will take place in Delhi followed by a Reception hosted by the Groom’s side in Chandigarh, a couple of days later. 

 

Time was flying by very fast and The Day came.  Vicky was very happy and so were rest of the family members.  The marriage took place in Delhi and then they went to Chandigarh to take part in the reception.  From there the couple went to go to Europe for their honeymoon.  It was all picture perfect and he thanked god for that. 

 

His frequent visits to Chandigarh gave him an opportunity for a rendezvous with Amanpreet Kaur.

 

Came Summers of 94 came the exams.  He was to now move to the third year of his engineering college.  His exams got over and his parents had gone to meet his sister in Chandigarh.  He got a call from Vikas asking him if he could come in the night with him to drop Sherry’s father to the airport he was going to US for some time.  Vicky asked him why he was pulling him in, to which he replied, that he should give him company as he will be stuck all alone.  Since he had got him Sherry therefore he could not refuse him straightaway.  He told him that he will call back.

 

Vicky checked with his parents in Chandigarh. They were staying at his Tayaji’s place in Panchkula.  They allowed him to go.  He called Vikas and informed him.  Vikas asked him to come to his place and from there they will go out together.  Vikas was to sell story to his parents that it was Vicky’s relative who was going to Airport and he had asked Vikas to come along.  Vikas and Vicky left for Sherry’s place.

 

Sherry stayed in south delhi itself, not one of the posh colonies, but reasonably ok one. 

 

The door was opened by her father, a man old enough to be in his fifties. Reasonable height, a big paunch, fatty.  They shook hands and he welcomed them in.

 

By now Sherry had come out.  She was reasonably well attired, a white T-Shirt and Jeans.  She had lost a few pounds from the wrong places and retained the fat in the right places. She was looking quite good.

 

After about 5-6 minutes entered a lady.  She was about 5 3” in height.  Not fat not thin.  Wheatish colour bordering on fair.  Nice boy cut hair, big expressive eyes, nose not traditional beautiful one but looked good on her face.  Had a nice rack, hidden by the loose t-shirt she was wearing.  Could see the outlines of a good ass in the long skirt that she was wearing.  To compare, she looked like Supriya Karnik of movie “Welcome” (playing role of Paresh Rawal’s wife).

 

She looked much younger than Sherry’s father.  Vikas told him later that she was Sherry’s step mother.  Sherry’s mother had passed away when she was 5.  There was a big age gap in ages of husband wife (14-15years).  She came from a humble background and Sherry’s father had money.  Unfortunately due to miscarriage earlier she could not conceive. 

 

So here she was a lady around 35-36 years, in her prime, playing mommy to an adult girl and a wife to an ageing husband.  Coupled with the age difference knowledge and that of Sherry’s father having Blood Pressure and Diabetes, Vicky was sure she was not getting her dose of love.  But her face still looked pretty radiant.  A form of radiance that comes with being content and happy.  She couldn’t have been kept sexually happy by an ageing diabetic.

 

Vikas and Vicky sat in the front seat of Gypsy and the family parked themselves in the back one.  Reached international airport. The flight was on time at 0130hrs.  Once he went in, they waited for some time and then went back after he had come out to see them after check-in.  Restrictions were far less those days.

 

On the way back, Sherry sat in front with Vikas and Vicky made up the numbers in the rear one.  Little did he know that it would span out the same in the bedrooms as well.

 

As they reached home, Sherry moved to her bedroom and came out after changing into more appropriate clothes.  A sleeveless, deep cut, tight t-shirt and shorty skirt.  Her mother, Julie also went in to change and when he turned his head, he was dumbstruck.  The lady was wearing a semi-transparent nightie, tight enough to accentuate her curves and lose enough to not to look vulgar.  It was just right to look sexy without looking inappropriate.  It was a sleeveless nightie showcasing the glowing, flawless skin of her arms.  The two strap noodles held the nightie together and accentuated the feminine charms. 

 

Sherry came in put on some light music and started gyrating to a rhythm. Vikas was too eager to join and before he could count upto 3, they were pretty close.  Vicky saw that the dance show put by Sherry was quite raunchy to be done in front of your elder, but he saw Juile enjoying it every bit.  Sherry’s back was towards Vikas and she was close to him. His crotch was hitting her lower back (different heights) and he had his arms crossed in front, just below the rack.  It was a soft number and the dance was going pretty softly.  She was rubbing her ass on his crotch area and making his member to rise.  He on the other hand had brought his arms quite close to each other to push her boobs towards each other.  After a few more minutes, slowly he had turned around to have his back facing Vicky and Julie and had planted a few soft kisses of Sherry’s neck, she too had moved further back into him and rested her head on his shoulder. 

 

Sherry looked at the two sitting and implored them to come and join them.  Vicky was a shade more reluctant to move but could not have let go the opportunity to come close to Julie.  They started off moving slowly but not holding each other.  Sherry had dimmed the lights and the music was made for holding each other.  Julie showed the initiative, she came close to him and put her arms around him, behind his neck.  He had too placed his arms on her lower back. She was smelling divine.  This position ensured that they were quite close.  They looked Vikas and Sherry and found that both had lost all inhibitions and were kissing each other with great passion.  He was kneading his ass globes with all fury.  Vikas’s hands had two great options for mauling, either ass globes or boobs.  The hands were a bit confused and hence were oscillating between the two choices. 

 

Julie was looking at them and giving a knowing smile.

 

This was not lost on Vicky and seeing this his hands moved further south to rest at the start of her ass globes.

 

She was pleasantly surprised.

 

She looked at him and he moved his hands further down to now rest squarely on her ass.  She was still looking at him and he started kneading them softly.  Things were going much faster than she expected.

 

She disengaged and excused herself to get something to drink.  Vikas and Sherry were fine with the wine and so was the lady. However, when it came to Vicky he opted for a Thumbs-up.  He followed Julie in the kitchen and stood behind her. She was about to open the cold drink bottle and pour it in the glass.  He put his hands on her shoulders and guided them on her silky arms sending a wave through her and joined her hands.  With his hands on top of hers, they poured and she purred.  The atmosphere got a bit more seductive with him kissing her shoulders and back of the neck. Winners don’t change strategies – remember.  She squirmed and moved a shade back into him.  He wanted to tease her and moved a shade backwards to maintain some distance. 

 

He picked up his glass and said thanks to her and went to the room where he found Vikas having taken his top off and Sherry was in her bra. T-Shirt had gone for a walk and so did any little semblance of decency.  Julie came in behind him and was shocked to see the state, she knew that they were screwing around but this was blatant.  But she decided not to come in and went to get the wine and the glasses.  By now Vicky had also positioned herself close to Sherry and mauled her boobs over bra.  The lusty dusky lass was virtually topless now with lacy bra exposing more than hiding.  Vicky had also taken turns to kiss her hard.  Julie had seen this as she returned. 

 

Before she could say anything, Vicky said “inko bedroom mein bhej do, nahin toh yahin shuru ho jaayenge” (send to the bedroom, else they will start here only)

 

His comment was met by all round laughter.

 

The love birds disengaged only to gulp their glasses of wine, refill them and gulp again and attack each other.  Vikas had excused himself to the washroom, Vicky took his place and was playing with Sherry with one hand going under her skirt and playing with her panty clad pussy.  Sherry liked the way Vikas fucked her but she privately wanted to have Vicky for additional pleasure.  Vicky noticed that she had shaved her pusssy as well, since the fingers were now in better touch with her pussy lips.  He had noted the effort she had put in removing the pussy hair to please him since he had not fucked her pussy last time round since he got put off by the lower hairs.

 

He said in her ear “Pussy aise hee saaf rakh aur tujhe jee bhar ke chodunga” (you keep your pussy clean and I will fuck you to your heart’s content)

 

She smiled.

 

Julie was watching them with intent, especially his control over Sherry and Sherry had said that she was regular with Vikas and here was she melting in his arms.

 

On seeing Vikas coming back, he disengaged and said “jaao yaar, sab kuchh yahin kar loge toh bedroom mein akhbaar padoge” (go, if you do everything here, are you going to read newspapers in the bedroom)

 

The sex couple laughed and proceeded towards the bedroom.  He asked Vikas to go and wait and he had a good couple of minutes of kissing, mauling of boobs and ass session with Sherry. She was a slut and both knew it.

Within last 10-15minutes everything had changed. He had become very dominating in his approach and showed that he was the one in control on everything.

 

As Sherry moved to the bedroom he was left with Julie and he did not jump on her and allowed her to swallow what was coming.

 

He actually wanted her to wait for the impending and inevitable attack and wanted her to plead for the same in some form.

 

Julie looked at him questioningly on the way forward and he did not oblige her with an answering look.  He went close to her, put her arm across her naked shoulder and stood there. 

 

He did not speak as part of strategy.

 

She could not speak for want of words.

 

After a couple of minutes, he saw from his peripheral vision, she was looking at him.  He turned his head looked at her straight in the eye and brought his lips close to hers.  She moved her face forward by a few millimeters, an involuntary reaction to offer of kiss.  He did not move further forward. She was aghast – didn’t know how to go about it.   The wine was playing its effect too. She moved a bit forward for a very gentle peck on his lips.  He moved his head backwards after that.

 

He still was holding her by the shoulders and his finger was making design on her bare arm causing her to squirm. This was a classic cat & mouse game.  He had designs on how to take her to bed and in what state.  She had taken a few glasses of wine and was now feeling the effect of the same.  It was not that she was drunk but just the little effect that one can have.

 

Vicky’s hand moved towards the right boob and slightly pressed it with back of his hand. She wanted him to do more of that and much more.  After pressing it for some time, he disengaged much to her rage. 

 

But before she could move out of the room, he held her from behind with her ass on his crotch and his arms below her rack and danced to the nice tune of a slow number in the background. 

 

She thought now was it.

 

He kissed her neck and shoulders, she moaned. He smiled.

 

He then gradually started the northward journey, wherein the arms had to climb over the boob hills.  As the arms hit the base of the boobs she got curious and expected the barrage of mauling. The mauling never came. 

 

He pushed his arms north enough to cause pressure on her mammaries but not enough to maul them. 

 

He exerted pressure on her ass enough to let her feel the overall package but not enough to let it grind. 

 

The kisses on the nape of the neck and shoulders was wet enough to keep interested but not wet enough to melt the damsel.

She was getting frustrated by his acts but the moment she felt that she should disengage and leave, he would reengage her with his love work.  The boy knew how to play.

 

The cat & mouse continued for half an hour, leaving her high and dry.  She was now under the spell of sexual frustration and wine.

 

Such was her frustration that she spoke “saari raat kya yahi karega” (are you going to do this the whole night)

 

He said “kya chahete ho” (what do you want)

 

“love me” said she

 

He kissed her neck, cheeks and left it at that only.

 

She was furious “love me – I told you”

 

“Wohi toh kiya” (did it), he replied.

 

“Abey – I want you to fuck me”

 

So desperate was she that she was not averse to using the F word with the kid.

 

He looked at her and smiled.  He had made her desperate to fucked hard. 

 

With one swift motion he lifted her over his right shoulder and took her to the bedroom.

 

Here a lady, much experienced in fucking quite a few, lay on the bed waiting for the impending attack.  He too went down and took place at her side.  She was still expecting the attack. He was waiting.

 

He rubbed her pussy mound over her nighty causing her to squirm.  Heavy rubbing was causing her immense pleasure.  Off then went her nightie. She lay there in her birthday suit

 

He saw a longish silk muffler on the table next to the bed. He got an idea and he tied her wrists to the window rods which were towards the head of the bed.  This surprised her no end but she was in such a state that she be rather fucked in which ever manner possible rather than thinking about the niceties.  This had made her lower back onwards upto her head to raise a bit.  To support her back, Vicky had placed a few cushions below her back.  This had made it comfortable for her.

 

He was going to surprise her further.  He took off his clothes and showed his cock some fresh air.  The cock was in a erect state which meant the piston was out in full fury.  The lady saw the cock and forgot everything.  It was much bigger, longer and thicker than she had taken, and she had taken a few.  Involuntarily, she licked her lips in anticipation of the impending attack.

 

He was in no mood for any further foreplay.  He got on the bed and was on his knees and placed himself in such a manner that her legs were on his either shoulder.  The lady was just ready with her pussy dripping with love juices.  The cock was placed at the entrance of the hole and in 2-3 shots the whole went in the hole.  The pain just killed the lady.  The eyes were on the verge of coming out of their sockets and her mouth was just open.  She was shrieking in pain but Vicky kept the pillow on her mouth to stifle the sounds.  He led the cock stay in pussy for sometime.  The inner walls of the love nest adjusted themselves to the hard piston and after a few minutes she felt better with the invader.  As her breathing returned to somewhat normal, Vicky initiated the in-out movement of his tool.

 

Since the legs were on his shoulders and also due to the fact of her hands being tied up to the window railing, she was experiencing such a fuck for the first time.  The legs on the shoulder position meant that her crotch was much closer to his tool and meant a much deeper penetration.  Stroke by stroke he built up the momentum and started hitting her deep with much force. The steely rod was hitting her much deeper, stretching her inner walls much further and causing her much more pleasurable pain than ever before.  As the clock ticked past seconds and minutes, the heavy duty pumping had continued for over 8-10 minutes causing immesureable pleasure to the lady. The kid was also not upset.  He had the lady for the taking. He knew he could walk in the house anytime he wished and screw the mother daughter duo.  Such was his confidence that he didn’t give a damn to anything.  He was sure that if need be he could screw the lady in front of her husband. (Nothing such actually happened though!!)

 

She wanted to hold the bedsheet but her hands were tied.

 

She wanted to touch him but her hands were tied.

 

She wanted to hug him but her hands were tied.

 

She wanted to do many things to him but her hands were tied.

 

She felt the feeling of needles pricking deep down and knew that the orgasm was impending.  The orgasm was impending for a few seconds now and stroke by stroke the urge had grown stronger.  She wanted to shout and scream but her voice was muffled with a cushion. The kid was now dominating.  Both the palms held onto the cloth tieing them and the movement of the head, eyes half closed, a bit of sweat – all indicated to her cumming in by the buckets.  The juices were released and her pussy dripped like a hand pump.  She was feeling so relieved.  It was sheer the scale of the attack of her love nest and the whole act of doing with a  youngster, not to mention youngster’s capabilities in this segment, got her the most satisfying orgasm.

 

He had not cummed by now and had continued the hits.  Though after a couple of minutes came and cummed on her belly and spread his semen all over her.  It was like a dog marking his bitch. The dog though doesn’t spread semen but uses urine to indicate his dominance in the heat period. 

 

Though he had cummed, but his tool did not wish to go into limp state and was semi erect even then.  He had fucked many a women in doggy style and they had loved him for that.  This one style he had learnt with Niti Kapoor.  She had a very flexible body so many a new positions were mastered with her and then applied to her mother, sister and many others. 

 

Practice makes a man perfect.

 

He got her legs together and moved them towards her torso exposing her tiny asshole ‘though in an inverted position’ than conventional anal fuck position.

 

At first she did not get the import of the problem at hand.  As the legs moved further towards her gorgeous bosom, she felt the pain in her supple thighs and lower back.  Just by looking at her in his position the tool came back to full glory and was ready to attack. 

 

She was not new to anal screwing but this was first and by the time she realized what was going to happen it was too late.  The tool had started the inward movement and the tiny hole, much tinier than the pussy one, had started hurting.  The hurt in her asshole, coupled with the pain in her thighs and lower back caused small tears to form at corner of her eyes.  All the dizziness due to alcohol had fast dissipated.

 

He too had realized her condition and the urge to dominate her had subsided, specially after screwing her the normal way, he waited.  He released her legs and picked up a Vaseline lotion.  Before she could feel the relief in legs, they were back in the air.  He put some lotion on his index finger and inserted it in the hole.  She almost jumped.  The lotion was then liberally sprayed on his tool and the giant knob lay at the rear entrance.  Centimeter by centimeter it went in.  He gave enough breaks of a minute or two each to let her adjust after every 2-3 inches went in.  The asshole’s flexibility and willingness to adjust to the muscular tool had surprised even her. 

 

So after very tense 8-10 minutes the whole of it was in the tiny “inverted” hole.  It took her a while to get her breath back to normal.  As he started to remove the tool and moved it back after getting it half out, she was pleased. It was as if a young girl was getting bereft of her favourite toy.  The favourite toy was back in its favourite resting place.

 

Heavy doses of the lotion lined up the hole wall and the piston making the simple harmonic motion of the tool a pleasure and much smoother.  The entrance of tool had made her forget her predicament in terms of body posture and she was looking at prologong her agony by the minute.  This time her sounds were not muffled. 

 

She was screaming but moderately. 

 

He would part the legs to have a look at her face, boobs and then close to increase the effect on his tool.

 

After 6-7 minutes of some hard pistoning, both came in different holes, she in her pussy and he in her asshole.  The semen dripped out from her asshole forming a trail on her thigh.

 

Boy – was she exhausted.  Soon after cumming she dozed off. He too lay next to her hugging her and slept.

 

Sometime later he got up.  It was early morning.  He saw on the bed, the lady still tied to the window railing, lay spreading her legs for all to see.  He got up and released her arms of the bondage. As she opened her eyes, he kissed her on her full lips and both got entangled in a lip lock stretching to a couple of minutes.  He disengaged and went to the washroom.

 

He was now wearing only his underwear.  He washed his face and was satisfied with his achievements.

 

He heard the knock on the door. It was Vikas. He had to go back home.  Vicky could stay as his parents were out of town and in those days of no mobiles, it was easy to be lost.

 

Vikas looked at him questioningly.

 

He guided him to the bed.

 

Vikas gave him an envious smile.  Shook hands with him and left.

 

Vicky saw him off.  Closed the door.

 

Took off his underwear and went to Sherry’s room.

 

The lusty lass was on the bed wearing nothing but her attitude.

 

He lay behind her and spooned her.  She was a light sleeper and got up to look at the intruder.  She looked back content and offered her lips for a morning kiss. 

 

He said “Thanks for calling me – your mom is a great fuck”

 

She smiled knowingly.

 

“Does your father knows that she fucks around”

 

She smiled

 

“Has Vikas done it with her”

 

She smiled and nodded her head in negative.

 

“Have you made love to her”

 

She smiled and nodded her head in negative but this negative was less forceful than the previous one.

 

“Chal abhi karte hain” (lets do now)

 

He got her up from the bed and both walked from side to side to her mother’s bedroom and she was pleasantly shocked to see her mother’s state.

 

Vicky got on the bed and started kissing the elder beauty.  His face was such positioned that she could not see beyond him.  The hands were playing with the twin glory peaks. She was enjoying the morning moutwash.  Just as she got into the mood, Vicky signaled Sherry to lick her mother’s pussy.  Sherry was confused but the whole act was so daring that she went ahead with it.

 

At first the elder one thought it was Vikas licking her love nest, but when she felt impact of Sherry’s boobs on her inner thighs that she realized who it could be.  It hit her like a tonne of bricks but she was way too much in the sexual heat to bother about such issues.  The fact that it was her step daughter licking her made it all the more lascivious and opened the gateway to new avenues.  She had eyed the lusty beauty of her step daughter for some time now.  She didn’t know that their existed a lesbian streak in her but it seemed now that it was there in both.

 

Sherry was also into it. 

 

Vicky got up and asked Sherry to do a 69 with Julie.

 

Julie lay on the bed with Sherry licking her pussy and she returning the favours by raising her head to meet Sherry’s hole.  Their hands also found each other’s boobs and the fingers tweaked the nipplies as a woman would like them to be tweaked.

 

As the morning sun rose in the sky, the light coming in from the window lit up the two bodies and with this Vicky got up and decided to go back home.  He was safe in the knowledge of having two at his disposal.  He smiled at the prospect and left for home.

 

After a few days he met Vikas and they discussed about what had happened the other day.

 

“How was it planned” Vicky asked

 

“Sherry did.  Julie had seen me with her sucking my cock in the backseat of my car” Vikas said

 

“usne daanta nahin” (didn’t she scold) Vicky queried

 

“Nahin.  Sherry ka baap kamzor hai, bimaar hai bechaara” (no. Sherry’s father is weak) said he.

 

Vikas continued “Sherry and Julie became cloes to the point of Sherry and Julie shielding each other’s affairs from Sherry’s father”

 

“Mera naam kahan se aaya” (how did I come into picture) Vicky was curious.

 

“Sherry ne tere baare mein Julie ko bataya thaa” (Sherry had told Julie about you)

 

Vicky understood.

 

He then asked “Tune Julie peli hai” (did you screw Julie)

 

Vikas smiled and said “Boobs suck kiye thhe par ab toh line clear ho gayi hai” (had sucked her boobs but now the line is clear).

 

Not going into details of Sherry and Julie love scenes with Vicky for reasons of repetition.

 

The results were declared and he was now in the 3rd year. As part of the curriculum he was supposed to do a two month internship in a company.

 

The period of 1994-95 was the period when the effect of economic reforms of 1991 were taking some shape. Many new companies of the new age economy were on the horizon.  BPOs and Call centers were still in their nascency. 

 

He got a job in a company dealing with Service Sector.  It was a big company, respected brand worldwide and was known for its training practices.  Vicky got an internship in the Operations part of that company.  Everyone knows that these internships are usually nothing more than a tick mark in ones curriculum. You have to do it because it their, not to learn anything new. 

 

He was part of a 7 member team.  He was the junior most and as it is always the case, was assigned the running around tasks.  So the Operations Team manager had a long meeting with the Quality team and the Training team and it was decided to have a Motion Gap Study of the team handling customer service to ascertain the service levels of the company.  It was basically monitoring of the way Customer Service reps responded to queries and what was the fastest and most efficient way of doing so thereby improving Customer experience and also customer retention.

 

So a small group of 6 was formed, to be headed by Shipra Malhotra (Head Quality Division), two more guys from operations side, Team Leader of the Customer team to be appraised and Dy Head of Training Division.  The Team Leader and Dy Head Training were females.  The final “Mundu” of the team was Vicky.

 

Now to fill in you with some details. 

 

Shipra Malhotra – the queen bee of the floor.  Tall – around 5 8”, a former model for magazine advertisements, about 28-29 age.  Dusky coloured glowing skin.  Straight hair running down upto mid back. Beautiful suckable lips and had nice doe eyes.  Her eyes were quite like the Bengali girl beautiful eyes, he later learnt that her mother is a Bong.  Let us say for the figure that she was very well proportioned in the areas that mattered.  Every male wanted to have her sucking his tool, but she was a distant queen.  She was very suggestive in the way she would chew chocolate or banana in the Office Cafeteria and knew how to make everyone desire her without actually going in with anyone.

 

There were two guys with same first name Sandeep as reps from the Operations team. We will use their initials of SSD and SSG.  Both were the studious types.

 

The Team Leader was a girl named Simple. As the name, she was a simple girl. Nice fun person to be around with but not to be messed with either.  The Dy Head Quality was a lady named Sunila, we will call her SJ from now on, was a modern hep aunty type.

 

It was a nice group.  Working pretty hard but the atmosphere was pretty relaxed and only tensed when the Queen Bee came around. 

 

He got a decent respect owing to being a DCE student. In a very short span he had become popular since he was very good at sports and also decent looking.

 

Out of the eight weeks of training, 4 had passed without any incident of note.  Not only for DCE or his sports or looks, but now he had earned respect because of his work as well.  The team would go out together in breaks and will smoke themselves to glory whereas Vicky was a genuine teetotaler and the rest will make fun of him and he would smile and laugh with them.

 

Shipra was one pain for everyone.  She was good at coordinating operations, however, she was not academically well qualified.  There were always murmurs of her reaching the spot due to her proximity to senior management.  Apart from Simple she would do everything to dominate everyone.  She did not give the two sandeeps any importance and tried to humiliate them at every opportunity whereas they were nice guys and better qualified than the model.

 

Vicky was out of her reach till then.

 

Once the Queen Bee made fun of him by saying “tu toh abhi bachcha hai” ( you are a kid ) since he had again refused to smoke.

 

Pat came the reply “bahut see auraten aur ladkiyan aisa nahin sochtin” ( a lot of ladies and girls do not think like that)

 

The comment made everyone break into suppressed giggle.

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It hit her like a tonne of bricks.  Nobody had dared to talk to her like that. 

 

She wanted to show him who was the boss but he was too good for her to nail him.

 

Also the fact that he was from DCE and was on internship, meant that she didn’t make any difference to the way he worked. He was connected well enough to get a fake certificate of internship from anywhere.  It was Vicky’s dedication and ethics which made making him work so hard.  It was one of the firsts in those years. The office had bagged a big order and had organized a rain dance party.  Young boys and girls drinking and dancing away to glory.  He had also picked a girs who were not averse to his stares and had a quickie with her behind the bushes.  The water & booze did magic to the girls and they were all like desireable sluts.

 

He had seen something very valuable that day.

 

Even Shipra was enjoying the water. She was wearing a light cotton shirt and as the water poured, it stuck to her body like a second skin thereby exposing a lot.  She was wearing dark coloured undergarment on her bountiful chest and the melons stood out proudly.

 

Vicky ensured that she saw him staring at her and a couple of times he saw her stealing glances at his package confined in jeans.

 

4 days after the rain dance party, it was decided that the team should visit the Mumbai to understand the model adopted by their sister concern from the parent group.  As luck would have it, both the Sandeeps fell ill and the only ones dispensable were Queen Bee and Vicky.

 

Airlines were pretty costly those days and hence it was decided that both will go via Rajdhani.  Two tickets of AC 1st Class were booked.  (Due to her seniority she got the higher grade booking and since Vicky was going along with her, he also got the same)

 

It was supposed to be a 3 day visit. They had left for Mumbai on Monday evening Rajdhani and were to take the return train on Thursday evening and reach on Friday morning. 

 

AC 1st Class is usually a very less occupied coach.  There were two AC 1st Class Coaches and they got seats in the second one.  The second one had very few names on the list.  There were hardly anyone in the Coach.  An old aged man came to check the tickets and took them for lovers and left them alone.  Their coupe had lockable door and had two berths to sleep.

 

The train started and they settled down, as it crossed Delhi borders, Shipra brought out a notebook to discuss some issues with Vicky.

 

She wanted to pin him down.

 

She was wearing trousers and a shirt. The trouser were hugging her curves like a glove and also highlighted the outlines of her panty.

 

Once she was standing with her back towards Vicky and he was focused on her sexy ass. She looked back and asked him angrily “kya dekh raha hai” (what are you staring at)

 

He coolly replied “Gateway to heaven”

 

He had angered her further.

 

The teaw,.'s, etc came and served the evening snacks to be then followed by dinner some time later.  It was during this period that she had given work to Vicky involving quite a few calculations as per project

 

The pantry guys came and took away the plates etc. Vicky went to the washroom and changed into much comfortable shorts and t-shirt.  They had crossed the Kota Station.

 

Shipra too got up to change and when she came out, Vicky fought very hard for his jaw not to drop.

 

She was wearing a half sleeved white t-shirt, a couple of sizes too short accentuating the boobies perfectly.  The cleavage was just delicious.  The denim short was a bit too short, ending well before her knees, exposing a lot of thigh flesh and hugged her ass pretty well.

 

The tent was forming in his shorts and he sat in a position to try and not make the tent obvious.

 

She had a plan to dominate him and show who was the boss.

 

He had a simpler plan – how to screw her.

 

As Vicky showed her the calculations etc, there was one minor mistake.  A matter of oversight which did not make major changes to the overall result.

 

She was waiting for such an opportunity and went berserk.

 

“Apne aap ko bahut bond samajhta hai” (you consider yourself a bond) “itna saa kaam theek nahin hota” (cannot do the work correctly)

 

He said nothing.

 

“Style jitna marwaalo” (he is all style)

 

He was getting angry now and said “theek hai – it was a mistake but not a blunder – faaltu kyon bhadak rahi ho” (ok -  - why are you getting angry unnecessaritly)

 

She did not relent for a few more minutes and continued shouting at him.

 

He was angry but controlled and only looked at her sternly.  She continued.

 

He got up and went out only to find that upto 3 coupes on either side were not occupied and they were pretty much alone there.

 

As he entered, she again started “how dare you walked out”

 

“toh kya ukhaad legi” (so what will you do) said he and continued “Teri jaisee ko main takke par naa poochoon” (I don’t care about someone like you)

 

“Tere phattu pati tera gulaam hoga – main nahin” (your wimp husband may be your slave but not me)

 

Now it was her turn to get angrier. 

 

She came close to him and confronted him. 

 

She wanted to dominate.

 

The heated exchange continued for a few minutes.

 

“Slap” she hit him.

 

“Slap, Slap” he hit her back, doubling the complement.

 

She fell back. Though he had hit her lightly but it was too much for her. More than her body – her ego was hit harder.

 

She got up to confront him only to find an angry Vicky holding the back of her head with his hands gripping the pony tail and seething in anger.

 

“Oye model – pata hai tu kaise yahan tak pahunchi hai” (hey you model – I know how you have reached till this far)

 

“Rain Dance party waale din dekh liya thaa jab tu Sr VP aur Jt MD ke lund choos rahi thee” (had seen you sucking cocks of Sr VP and Jt MD on the Rain Dance Party day)

 

“Lund choosne waali raand – ab tu mujhe maths sikhaayegi” (you cock sucking whore, you will teach me maths now)

 

“2 ya 7 ka difference nahin samajh aaya toh decimal addition mein galti ho gayi thee toh bahut garmi dikha rahi hai” (could not differentiate between 2 & 7 due to handwriting, hence the mistake in decimal addition, you are showing temper)

 

This was much unexpected.  The boy was incharge now.

 

The fact that he knew about her cock sucking at the sidelines of the Party and her career ascent to sexual favours had deflated her.

 

Worst was that she could not harm him.  He was a student on Internship.  Internship certificates are most easy to obtain.  Also the Sr VP and Jt MD cannot do anything to him.  He is a DCE student, not an employee of their company.

 

Shipra was crestfallen.

 

He had dominated and screwed many a woman to know how to win the crucial areas.

 

She had nothing to say and looked down at the floor.

 

He pulled her head back and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.  Her lips were shut tightly with hands moving here and there, but he pinned her down on the coupe wall and continued to put pressure with his tongue.  She resisted the pressure with all her might but to no avail.  Millimeter by millimeter her lips parted to make way for the tongues to meet.

 

As she felt the tongue over tongue she tried to break away but was forced not to get away.

 

This time the tongues met for a wee bit longer with Shipra parting her lips ever more. After a few seconds of saliva exchanges, she pushed him back.  She was not comfortable with the fact that she enjoyed the kiss even with the youngster dominating her mind and body.

 

He looked at victoriously and she was sheepish.

 

“Don’t worry – kisi ko nahin bataunga” (will not tell anyone) 

 

She kept silent.  She was disgusted with herself. 

 

She was sitting on the berth with Vicky standing in front of her with his tool pointing straight at her face, though well within the confines of his shorts.

 

With one last hurrah, she decided to confront him and got up to face him.

 

“Tum mere saath yeh nahin kar sakte” (you cant do this to me)

 

“Kya nahin kar sakta” (what I cannot do)

 

“yahi” (this)

 

“yahi kya” (this - what)

 

“yahi toh tumne kiya abhi” (what you did now)

 

“Challenge hai ya request”

 

She kept silent.

 

This time he pinned her on the wall, with his large hand holding both the wrists over her head.  Now he started to kiss her again.  This time parting of lips was a much easier process and it coupled with the boob press, she was in a dilemma.

 

The slut in her wanted to enjoy the sexual trip but the boss in her wanted to dominate.

 

Unvoluntarily, she let out a moan.

 

A moan of passion.

 

A moan of submission.

 

A moan of opportunities.

 

A moan of subservience.

 

A moan of victory.

 

A moan of loss.

 

It was much easier than he had thought. Perhaps the slut in her had taken over.

 

He pushed her down to the berth and was now on top of her, kissing her all over the face, upper bossom and pressing her boobs violently.  She was still putting up a token resistance. After a short while the token resistance too faded away. 

 

He got up and rather than pulling off her clothes, took out his ace, his cock.

 

One look at the proud piston and she was floored.

 

She involuntarily licked her lips, which was not lost on him.

 

The tool was shining and was out in all its glory.  He just moved a bit forward and let the piston dangle in front of her lips. She was more than a willing partner now.  She held the thick base of the shaft and kissed the dick knob.  She licked the foreskin and started playing with the tool.

 

Playing with the Senior Management’s tool had given her position, salary hike, comforts but this one had the potiential of satisfying her completely.  The slut in her had taken over.  She was finding it difficult to swallow the double digit inched tool size

 

Inch by inch quite a bit of it vanished in her mouth, hitting the throat with some effect. She was an expert cock sucker, beating so many others before her who did the honours.  Though everyone before her also used the hands, tongue, saliva, lips combination but she did it much better. 

 

It is like all of us holding the bat in our hands but Sachin knows the best way to use it.

 

Lick by lick she was making him closer to cumming.  At times the tongue would lick the knob, some times as a shock therapy she would give a soft bite.  The fingers played with the balls, the hands would stroke the tool and then leave it in between only to resume the pleasureable torture moments later.  Sometimes she would put a lot of saliva on the knob and then lick it off.  She was not averse to licking his balls either.  A great sensation ran through when she licked the underside of his balls.

 

He had by now parked himself on the berth with his back resting the wall adjacent to the window.  Shipra was fully focused on the mammoth task at her hand. 

 

For him her skill in cock sucking was unparallel.

 

For her his staying power was unparallel.  So many before him had cummed much earlier.  Some had cummed over twice during such a long duration.

 

Both were impressed with each other’s skill and stamina.

 

After another good 7-8 minutes his pole erupted. It was like a small fountain of his semen. 

 

The slut licked it all up.  The semen hit her face and forehead and she wiped it off too.    

 

They were some distance away from Ratlam station. 

 

He was lying on the berth with Shipra on top of him.  The well proportioned assets were in direct contact with his body parts.

 

They were talking sweet nothings.

 

After sometime they were involved in passionate kissing.

 

Off went her top and she was left to lay there in only her skimpiest of shorts.

 

Her heavy heaving boobs were right in front of his face with her hair covering his face completely.  It was erotic.  She was playing with him in terms of kissing him and then getting up not allowing him to dominate anytime.  So continuing with the same theme she brought the melons in front of his face and as he got up to lick them moved them away.

 

She was enjoying this form of domination and he was enjoying it too.  Such exercise brought both a bit closer.  His hands were now mauling her ass globes and he turned her in a manner which made her back on his chest.  One hand went to play with the supple boobs and the other one went to win over the love nest.

 

He rubbed the pussy over the material of her shorts.  If the index finger did magic to her love nest, it was the combination of his thumb, index finger play with her nippies and licking of her ear and nearby flesh which was inflicting heavy duty sensations to her.

 

The button of her short went off and gradually the journey south started.  She folded her legs to help him remove the shorts completely.  There was no panty inside? (she was also perhaps wanting this and hence the easy transition from fight to sucking)

 

She was expecting an onslaught on her pussy now but he had other ideas.  The hands went to play with her boobs and rubbed them, mauled them, pinched them, massaged them.  She just loved his hands. The hands knew how to do magic and she loved such magic.  The sensitive areas of aerolas and nippies came in for some special attention.  All the while, the neck and nape were being bombarded with long licks and kisses intermittently.  She nippies had stiffened due to the sensitive nature and coupled with the effective AC.  They stood out like erasers. The harder they got, the more pleasure they gave her upon tweaking.  The sensitive boobs were now responding to touches.

 

The touches which were so different

 

Touches, so manly yet so caring and sensitive

 

Touches which knew when and where to attack.

 

Touches knowing all the erotic zones on a boob

 

Touches – Which knew how to pleasure the woman.

 

If the touches cause her immense pleasurable misery, the ones which affected the southern zone a bit later wreathed havoc on her. The havoc she would gladly undergo any day/night.

 

The index finger of his right hand, pressed the areas around her pussy lips. The expert knew when to press and when to get away.  The alternate pressing and withdrawal of pressure was giving her new sensations.  The guys who she had been with were more interested the screwing part rather than the foreplay.  This kid was an expert player and led from the ‘fore’ front.

 

The finger reached the base of her lower lips and pressed it a bit hard. As she grimaced in pain the thumb moved to intrude the slightly open lips. She felt two intrusions.  Both by thumbs on sets of lips on her face and on her crotch.  This was also a first for her and she was loving such firsts today.

 

By now the cumulative foreplay had taken its toll on her, she had started feeling some familiar movement deep within.  As she felt the build up deep down, he removed his fingers from her pussy though the attack on her boobs continued.  As the fire within subsided a bit went down a wee bit, insertion of first three fingers intruded her pussy like no end.  It was big intrusion even for the experienced model.

 

He rotated the fingers inside to cause her a lot of misery and stoke the fires again.  The inner walls of her pussy loved her magical touches and worked overtime to buildup the love juices.

 

He entangled his legs with his to bring hold hers with his so that her movement was restricted.  The assault deep down continued stoking the fire within.

 

The licking and kissing of her nape was gently stoking the ever building up fire whereas the finger intrusions was adding heavy duty fuel to it. 

 

Minute-by-minute it was becoming unbearable for her.  She wanted to escape from his clutches and move violently with a violent impending orgasm but could not.  If the expert cock sucker like her made him cum earlier, it was now his turn to return the favours.

 

Shipra swayed her head heavily with almost a prayer on her lips to let her go.  Vicky had increased the pressure on her pussy and his tool did the same on her ass and his hands on her boobs and his lips on her neck nape and shoulders.  Such a multipronged approached in love making was too much for her during her ‘inner explosion’ time.  She shrieked and tried again to wriggle out, thereby increasing the contact between his cock and her ass. He too was now mauling her ample mammaries pretty violently.

 

“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssss” “noooooooooooooo” “oh gooooooooooodddd” she screamed indicating the arrival of a heavy orgasm.

 

She had never cummed like this before.  The love juices made a trickle from her pussy to travel over her thighs.  Vicky rubbed that juice around her pussy only.

 

Even in the cool temperatures of her coupe, she was sweating.

 

Both lay still for over a few minutes, not saying a whisper but enjoying each other’s skins on each other.

 

She was breathing heavily thereby causing protruded up & down movements of the ample dusky bosom.

 

Both knew that they would like to do many more things with each other.

Vicky made her turn around to lay on top of him while facing each other. This made her boobs crash on his chest.  His hands resting on her bottom curves.

 

“you liked the foreplay” he asked

 

“mmmm” came the reply

 

“3-4 din mein full masti karenge”

 

“mmmmm” the damsel purred

 

“calculations waal drama kyon” (why the acting during calculations) he implored

 

“dekhna chahati thi ki dum hai ya nahin” (wanted to see if you had guts)

 

“Kya dikha” (what did you see)

 

“Dum hai” (you have guts)

 

“kab se plan kiya thaa” (since when did you plan this)

 

“Auntiyon waale answer ne trigger kiya thaa – rain dance waale din – tera tent dekh kar mood bana thaa” (your aunties answer ((during smoking session initiated the interest)) on rain dance day had seen the tent in your pants which interested me)

 

He smiled – once he did not mind losing

 

They continued talking and loving each other. (Not including parts of pussy fucking to reduce repetition)

 

He then got up and she too got up.

 

He made her take the support of the window.

 

She did. 

 

She realized, he wanted to do her ass, she was happy.

 

She did not realize one thing that the train was going to stop at Ratlam station for a 2-3 minute stop and Vicky had not switched off the lights of her coupe.  This meant anyone outside on the platform would have a great view of her.

 

He parted her legs with her feet about 18 inches apart.  She was bent from waist onwards, forward and hands rested on the window panes and held them tight.  Vicky stood close to her ass and she felt the impact of the lovely cock on her globes and she loved it.

 

Unknown to them, a tea-w,.' at the Ratlam station was coming in for his shift at the stall on the platform. Usually the tea-snacks stalls at the Railway station are open 24x7 and you have guys manning them in shifts.  Ramu had just come in for his shift starting at around 11pm and was settling in.  Being night, the rush was much thinner as compared with day time but still good enough to keep him occupied.  Even he didn’t know what was in store for him that day.

 

The hands were on the window pane and the intruder had started penetrating the much penetrated asshole of the dusky model.  But this time the drilling machine was pretty big. Much bigger in size and much bigger in terms of horsepower and longevity and she was going to love it.  The regular screwing and sucking had made her fall in love with his cock and stamina.

 

Her upper body had a thin sheen of the love juices rubbed on her.  The combined effect of the sheen and sweat on her body was simply mind boggling.  She shone like a dusky goddess.  The much protruded ass was issuing SOS to all who cared to come and screw it like there was no tomorrow.  The dusky babe was a tall luscious lass whose attitude matched her ample assets.  She was crying out for an ass fuck and Vicky was there to oblige. The hair were untied and hanging around the shoulders. Vicky took his favourite position and held the mane in his hand as if riding the horse and started the penetration. 

 

The movement of the train had helped him build a rhythm and within a few strokes his forward movement, Shipra’s backward movement of her ass and the train movement were synchronized in perfection. It was like an orchestra playing out in unison.  The three movement orchestra was doing wonders to the lady.  This had made her help Vicky reach unknown depths of her anal hole.  His big tool made her feel full and complete that day. Nobody and mean it nobody could do this to her, though she had a part to play in this but still he was special.  Stroke by stroke the depth of penetration increased to unknown lengths & depths to her hitherto.  The big bulbous knob of the piston was creating special effect for her. 

 

His hands were all over her, playing with her boobs, her pussy with the cock and finger coming together for a double penetration effect on her.  The fingers went deep in her pussy, the cock went deep in her ass to creat the magical effect.  She was getting the royal fuck from the same chap.

 

When she wanted him to continue more in her pussy, he would withdraw his hands and play in the area around the pussy.  When she wanted him to play with her sensitive inner thighs then he would move to boobs.  Then at times, as if reading her mind, he would do whatever she wanted him to do, from boobs, to thighs, to pussy, to her face, shoulders.  She thought it he did it.  It brought her pleasure.  She thought it and he did something else being one step ahead of her brought her both pleasure and frustration.

 

He poured water on her from the water bottle, thereby bringing in a much cool sensation causing the nippies to get firm due to coupling effect of water and AC cooling.

 

Some times he would disengage from her ass and will hold the boobs, maul them and lick her back dry.  Once he went between her legs to lick her pussy off.  All the while, her position remained the same. 

 

The train was on time and Ramu was expecting it within next few minutes.

 

Such passionate love making ensured that she had no time for any other thoughts and when he returned back to the original position, it was too late to realize.  The first notions of what could have been struck her when she saw the lights before the platform.  The rows of tubelights before a major station always indicate the arrival of a station and also that the train had slowed down considerably.  Usually the compartments are dark at night and the platform has light meaning you can see from inside but not from outside during dark.  However, now the case had reversed, it was lit inside with some light on the platform. 

 

Ramu looked at his left and saw the train arriving on time.  Usual for him.  Since the stop was a very short one, he did not expect any customers at this late hour.  Bogey by bogey train was moving in slowing down to a halt and what he saw just took his breath away.

 

He saw a gorgeous babe with hands on the window glass in her birthday suit enjoying the anal fuck by a young man in a well lit coupe.  He just could not take his eyes off from the scene in front off.  Within seconds a small crowd gathered in front of the coupe.

 

Shipra said “koi dekh lega bahar se” (someone will see from outside)

 

“so what – kaun pehechanega” (who will recognize us)

 

“kitne log dekh rahe honge bahar se” (how many must be seeing from outside)

 

“mujhe kya pata” (how do I know) he responded

 

“3 minute ka stop hai – kya ho jayega” (it’s a 3 minute stop – what will happen) he continued.

 

The slut in her was enjoying the assumed focus no end.  She now wanted to put a show and off went one hand to finger her pussy.  She was playing with her pussy and putting up a show for an unseen audience.  She removed her finger from her pussy, rubbed over her boobies and then licked it clean. Gosh she knew how to perform.

 

So many cocks on the platform had risen in unison to salute the lovers. Only if she could see from inside what she was doing to them. She had no idea.  Those were not the days of mobile camera and MMS’s lest she would have been a celebrity.  Ramu was thanking his stars that day.  He had seen some stuff from compartments but this was beyond him.

 

The force of his penetration had increased, the sound of train horn indicated the movement time for them.  As the train moved slowly, the crowd too started walking at its pace to not to loose sight of its favourite coupe.  Speed increased – for the three – train, Vicky’s strokes and the group movement and gradually only two could keep pace with each other, Train and Vicky.  Shipra did waved her hands from inside to an unseen audience which she believed were there. The unseen audience too waved back.

 

The force of the strokes indicated time of his cumming and cum did he, filling her asshole with his love juices.  They then fell on the coupe floor after a very satisfying sex spiced up by the Ratlam station incident.

 

During the 3 day trip and return journey they fucked like rabbits.

 

They even fucked in the office they went to.

 

Slept in one room though 2 separate were allotted to them.

 

It was monsoon season got drenched once and then fucked at a secluded spot.

 

Their colleagues from Bombay office took them around but they manage to screw at one such visit also.

 

The visit for successful and sexful and they came back with great results.

 

Vicky’s internship got over and he got a great recommendation from Shipra and she too became one of her many exploits who were visited again many times.  He got the offer of joining their company after completion of his Engineering.  He was very happy. 

 

Life was so kind to him….

[Dreamer0410]

There was one thing – he was secular to the core for he had screwed babes and aunties of all religions, shapes and sizes.  There was no discrimination made on any basis. 

 

His mission was simple – If there is a hole, will go the pole.

 

His flings with his friend’s Maami were going strong.  He had a great stable to choose from and a great stamina to serve his chosen ones.

 

The winters of 94-95 descended. It used to be quite chilly those days. Long spells of chilly days will keep everyone wrapped up.  The winters were not the 2-munute maggy noodle ritual like these days. 

 

Bhatti’s brother’s marriage was fixed.  There were the usual events associated with the Punjabi wedding.  He got more chances to screw Maami.  Somehow he did not get a chance to meet her daughter.  He had heard from his other friends that she had become a “maal.”  But they were more circumspect in front of Bhatti and his relatives.

 

Anyways two evenings before the marriage the cocktail and dance party was announced.  Vicky and his team of friends had reached the venue.  The venue was a bit closer to Maami’s house than Bhatti’s though in general it was mid-way.

 

The boys eyed the young pretty girls and aunties all around.  The gathering had all the makings of a Punjabi function.  Since he was an abstainer he only focused on soft drinks where as some of his other friends took liking to the spirit.

 

Bhatti’s brother’s Saali (sister of the bride) had also come and so had bride’s parents to join in the festivities.  The boys were focused on the Saali. She was wearing a jeans and a smart top to showcase her assets.  She was wheatish in colour and had looked quite attractive in general.  Vicky would have loved to fuck her but would not have made the extra effort to get her.

 

Bhatti’s Maami appeared on the scene and was looking ravishing to say the least.  It was one of the hotter suits that she had bought.  The salwaar qameez were stiched to highlight the prized possessions than to hide them.  Even in winters she was not wearing a sweater and the shawl she had brought was kept aside to show off her charms.  Post Vicky encounter she had become a bit more wanton and bold. 

 

All eyes were fixed on Maami with Vicky still searching for her daughter.  After about 40 minutes or so, she was seen talking to Bhatti’s mother.  The discussions were a bit animated.  Bhatti’s mother looked around to see who was still sober with so much spirit available. Here Vicky’s reputation came to good effect and Bhatti’s mother called him.

 

“Vicky – puut ek kam karna hai” (Vicky – son, need to complete one job) said his friend’s mother.

“jee aunty – hukm karo” (aunty – you order)

 

“Eh Teri Maami kuch bhool aayi hai ghar pe – tu innu le jaa sakda hain? Baaki taan sabne pitti hoyi hai” (Your maami (bhatti’s) has forgotten something at home, can you take her since all others have taken drinks)

 

“Aunty koi gal hee nahin” (no problems) said Vicky hiding his happiness to get a chance to screw the sexy Maami.

 

Vicky’s father had now graduated to a Maruti Zen (wonderful car – much better than the new zen stellio) and he had been given the old 800. However, since it was a function and the 800 had a flat tyre, he brought the Zen with him.  The Zen had tinted glasses to block vision upto around 50%.  In the night, it became all the more darker inside. 

 

He rushed to his car, lest some other friend may chip in and spoil the prospects.

 

As soon as they came out of the venue, Vicky put a hand on her boobs. The gear box in between was making difficult for her to sit adjacent to him but she got as close as possible and continued the nibbling on his ear and neck region.  Her hands found way to his cock and the slut inside her was fully active to lick and suck the cock brought out its confines.

 

She wanted to have sex with Vicky and everything was planned.

 

They rushed to her house and they started kissing and taking off their clothes. Within a minute they were in their bedroom and ready to have sex.  Vicky tried to go the missionary way which was stopped by her citing her cycles.  He did the next best thing as he made her to get on all fours and started the screw her ass.  She was all game for this engagement.  Stroke by stroke the piston had built up some momentum.

 

There was some movement on the steps.  Two beautiful feet hurriedly reaching upto their destination.  The beautiful hands searched for the keys from her bags but the person saw that the door was not locked from outside.  The person thinking someone was at home moved to press the doorbell only to hear two sounds of “oh my god” and “yes.”  These were cries of pleasures and the person could make it out in an instant since the person had been in such situation a few times.

 

The male sound was not familiar.

 

The person stopped in its tracks.

 

In the heat of screwing each other, Maami and Vicky had forgotten to bolt the door properly. It was shut but not bolted. One small push by someone knowing the entry mannerisms could come in.

 

The person knew the house inside out and one small push and the person was in.

 

Instinctively the feet moved towards the room with lights and sound emanating.

 

Meanwhile the fuck birds continued their good work.

 

As the person turned at the corner of the room the scene stuck it dumbfounded.

 

The very fair lady was on all fours with head bowing down and slanted away from the door. Even in winters the physical activity had caused her body to be covered in sheen of sweat.  The boobs were dangling and swaying as per rhythm of the strokes.  The ass was protruded updwards and doing its bit to meet the penetration strokes.  The face could not be seen but the person was sure on her identity.

 

Next thing that caught person’s attention was the massive cock going in and out of the beautiful asshole.  It was big, thick, long and strong.  The strong thighs of the man caused so much power in the strokes making the lady moan with pleasure and shout obscenitites in ecstacy.

 

A few seconds, about 20-25, seemed like eternity. The feet just froze. The person didn’t know what to do. 

 

Just then the Maami turned her head towards the door, in pleasure of course and stopped dead.  She said “ruko”

 

Vicky stopped and looked at the door.

 

A very beautiful desirable young girl was standing at the door and looking at the scene inside in great disbelief.  The disbelief of not expecting to see this in her home.

 

She was Maami’s daughter Jasmine or fondly called Jassi by all.  She just could not believe her eyes.  The mind could not register two things.

 

Firstly how can her mother do such a thing and cheat her husband.  Yes she had seen that her mother had changed over a period of last few months and was more outgoing but this was epitome of treachery. She was being fucked on their master bed where she sleeps with her husband.

 

Secondly, more attention seeking question, how can a cock be so big and strong.  She had been with a couple of guys, but they were no match.

 

Heart was focused on the second question and mind on the first.

 

Seeing her dazed state, Vicky indicated to Maami to get Jasmine in for if she had ran away then it would have been a bigger problem.  Maami got up, in her all naked glory, held her daughter by her arm and made her sit next to her.  Vicky quickly got up, in his birthday suit, closed the main door outside and came back to sit at the other side of the young nubile hottie.

 

Jasmine had gone for some tuitions and was supposed reach the venue directly.  She had taken her dress with her.  However, while showing it to her friends at the tuitions, she spilled something on it and hence had to come back to her home, change and then leave. What a come back.

 

Jasmine had started crying, albeit a bit slowly.  Her head was down and she was looking at the ground below.  Maami tried to cover herself but did not after seeing Vicky’s reaction.  Vicky was considering it as a pivotal moment. The moment which will get him both Maami and her daughter.  The girl Jasmine was true to her name and had blossomed like a flower.

 

Maami started “beta tu naaraaz hai” (you are angry with me)

 

Jasmine kept silent. 

 

Maami said “tere papa mera dhyan nahin rakhte” (your dad doesn’t take care of me)

 

She was still silent but had stopped sobbing.

 

Maami said “Vicky is a good boy”

 

Jasmine was silent but from corner of the eye stole glances of his limp cock.  His cock even in limp state was much bigger than those erect she had felt.  The stolen glances were not lost on Vicky though.  Inwardly he smiled.

 

Maami further said “Beta aurat ki needs hoti hain, usay bhi poora karna padta hai” (every woman has some needs that you need to fulfill)

 

She was still

 

Then came the game changign one.

 

“Teri mummy tere papa ko nahin chhodengi” (your mother will not leave your dad) Vicky said

 

Maami added “Nahin beta main tumhe aur tumhaare papa ko chhod kar nahin jaaoongi” (I will never leave you and your dad)

 

The look on Jasmine face was more reassured now.  She was still stealing glances on his cock though.

 

Nothing was missed by him.

 

“Main tumhe nahin chhodungi - promise” (I will not leave you) Maami said and planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek.

 

Jasmine felt assured and said “aap promise karte ho ki nahin chhodoge” (you promise you will not leave him)

 

“God Promise Jassi” was the prompt reassurance.

 

Vicky had meanwhile held her hand in his and had non-chalantly kept on his limp cock in such a way that back of her hand was in direct contact with the flaccid tool.

 

He indicated to Maami to bring a glass of water for Jassi.  He all the while maintained the direct contact of her hand and his tool.

 

Jasmine was normal after gulping down the water. 

 

Vicky took his right arm across her and held her by the shoulder. 

 

“Ab tujhse ek promise chahiye” (now we want 1 promise from you) he said

 

She looked inquisitively, though still in touch with the cock.

 

“You will not tell anyone about this” he asked

 

“Hmmm” came the hushed acknowledgement from her.

 

It was music to their ears.

 

He had left her hand but it was still in touch with it.  He indicated to Maami to make some tea for them.  She understood it and moved to kitchen and kept on glancing in the bedroom on what was going. She knew what was about to come but such was her lust that she was ready to quench it come what may.

 

He said “tum apni mummy ki tarah hee hot ho” (you are hot like your mom)

 

She smiled.

 

“ladke tum par marte honge” (guys must be drooling over you0

 

She smiled.

 

“Tumhe yeh pasand hai?” (do you like this) said Vicky pointing at his cock.

 

She kept silent for a few seconds.

 

Then smiled.

 

Then nodded yes.

 

Vicky smiled.

 

He planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

 

He implored her to hold his cock in her hand.  Now the python was getting up from its slumber.  Even in its slumber state it was big and as she held it more, it was getting to a position of being semi erect.

 

Involuntarily and as if on impulse or reflex action she started to jerk his cock.  The cock was now about 60 percent erect and now was attaining the mesimerising feels.  The young ones eyes were just locked on to it.  Vicky was always the one to win the key moments and with this in mind, he licked her face close to her mouth and pressed a boob.  It was quite good sized and looked much better on her slender frame. The eyes were still locked on the tool.  Now his both hands were playing with the boobs.  The expert massage that she was receiving had made her hot and his tool a bit more erect.

 

A set of eyes was locked on them from Kitchen – and was smiling.

 

He lifted the sweatshirt she was wearing and off it went.  She was still holding his cock.

 

He saw a tight t-shirt inside that and off it went too.

 

The nubile beauty now stood in her bra and jeans.

 

He got up and hugged her. Her hand was still hugging the cock.  He started kissing her.

 

Lip by lip he focused and with some expert pressure from his tongue the mouth opened for a summit of tongues.  His tongue rolled over hers and gave her pleasure.  He licked upper lip and then lower lip.  The expertise he was showing in kissing her was much better than she had ever felt.

 

He was so big and strong. His was so big and strong. She fell for him and his.

 

His hands tracked her ass globes and started pressing them.  She had a very good bottom. Nice full rounded.  She was a healthy female form specimen.

 

As they were engaged in their love making, Maami entered alongwith the tea.  She took quite some time to make tea. She was both jealous and happy. Jealous that her lover was now focused on her daughter.  Happy that her secret was now safe.

 

Seeing her mother there, she disengaged to which her mom replied “maza aa raha hai naa” (you are enjoying it) to which she gave a thumbs up sign.

 

Maami was still in her birthday suit and so was Vicky.  Even in her bra and jeans she was over dressed for the occasion. 

 

Just then the phone rang. It had an extension in the bedroom so the bedroom calm was disturbed by the high pitched sound.

 

Jassi got a bit nervous.  Vicky looked at her to tell her to stay calm.

 

Vicky picked up the phone.  It was Maami’s husband on the other side.

 

“Hello” Vicky said.

 

“hello kaun” (hello who) said Maama

 

“Maamaji main Vicky” (its me Vicky)

 

“Jassi di maa kitthe hai” (where’s jassi’s mother)

 

“o washroom which hain” (she is in the washroom)

 

“ki gal badi der lag rahi hai we” (what happened it is taking you a lot of time)

 

“ghar aaye taan bychance Jassi da phone aa gaya ki o ghar waapas aa rahi hai, udi dress kharab ho gayi raste which. Udi wait kar raehn ne. Aandi hai pher chalde ne” (when we reached home, by chance got Jassi’s call that she will come back home since her dress was spoiled)

 

“aj tuition nahin chhad sakdi see – kudi jhali hai” (she couldn’t miss tuitions – she is a fool)  said an angry father. 

 

“Chal kaka tu aaraam naal aayin” (ok son you take it easy)

 

“changa ji” (ok)

 

Maami smiled and so did jasmine. Story was perfect.

 

Vicky went behind Jassi and Maami got in front.  He kept on kissing her spreading liberal doses on her neck, shoulders and back.  Maami in the meanwhile was kissing her face.  Vicky’s cock was pressing on her lower back, she was still holding the tool. 

 

Vicky opened the hooks of her bra and tossed if off to a side.  Jassi was as tall as her mother and now he had the exclusive shot in front of him of young thing’s boobies being mashed with her mother’s before her eyes.

 

Though he had seen this scene a few times earlier in case of Kapoors, Khans and Julie-Sherry combination but this one was different. Here he first screwed the mother and then the daughter. 

 

His hands too got busy with the two sets of boobs, one set of fresh daisy and the other of an experienced one.  He paid special attention to that of the younger set and set out to play with them and torment her simultaneously. 

 

Maami had in the meanwhile moved down south and was opening her jeans.  Within no time it was on floor followed by her panties. Mom, daughter and lover all were in the birthday suits in the winter month of December.

 

All hell broke loose now for young Jassi, the hands played with her boobs and he kissed her from behind with his cock hitting her ass globes.

 

Her mother licked her pussy making her go weak and lean back on Vicky making her feel the hardness even more.  She had never ever felt anything close to it and was likely not to feel such a thing again.  Her body was a captive of her mom and her lover now.

 

She was feeling the sensastions deep down with her mother licking her love nest with some serious vengeance and Vicky toying with her.

 

As if to increase her torture, Vicky laid her on the bed with her mother still licking her pussy.  This way Vicky could now easily move between her face and boobs.  Deliberately he was towards her head which meant whenever he wanted to suck her boobs, his cock would be above her eye level.  She tried to ignore it at first but then could not resist a bite at the favourite fruit dangling in front of her.  Like mother like daughter.

 

Jassi held the shaft and lifted her head to kiss it and started the rudimentary sucking and licking of his tool.

 

Maami lifter her head from between legs of her daughter and smiled.  She has her genes definitely.

 

Vicky continued the torment via her boobs at time playing with the nippies, aerolas, licking the entire upper bossom and cleavage and at times mauling them hard.

 

Vicky indicated to Maami that he wanted to fuck the young daisy.  Maami refused for she felt her daughter may not be able to whether such an attack and also they had time only for one fuck which she wanted to enjoy.

 

Maami got on all fours, Vicky positioned himself behind her and the Jasmine got under her mother to face her and legs between hers and Vicky’s thereby stretching her pussy.

 

Vicky started the rhythm,  the smart young girl moved between kissing her mother boobies and at times to kiss her face.  The salicious nature of the lovemaking made it more enjoyable. The room was full of sex and nothing else.

 

The very fair and lovely mother on all fours with a even fairer lovelier daughter under her in a lesbian act was a sight to behold.  Vicky was still busy fucking her ass.  With one hand he paid some attention to Jassi’s pussy and she shivered when the big digit traced its movement inside the pussy lips.

 

This was a first for her.  The digit went in and moved in circles to feel every square inch of her love nest. She went ballistic. Sex was just so great.  In a vengeance, she inserted her fingers in her mothers pussy and started sucking her boobies.  Her long finger nails were hurting her.  Maami pulled her hand out of her pussy before it could do some serious damage.

 

Maami said “nakhun bade hain” (long fingernails)

 

The daughter understood and went back to her mission of licking her mother’s pussy with a zeal.

 

Stroke by stroke momemtum was reaching a crescendo.

 

All three were reaching their respective climaxes.

 

The youngest one was the first one to reach there.  Her head had moved heavily from side to side, it was the first time she had felt such heavy duty piercing of needles in her love nest.  Her legs locked around his waist and she screamed in ecstacy and came like monsoon shower.

 

After a couple of minutes Maami screamed indicating her climax and came in.  Vicky was still pounding her.  The daughter had collapsed and was virtually lifeless on the bed. It was too much for him that day.  Maami though feeling after effects of the cumming but was still matching Vicky’s strokes with her ass movements.  After a few more minutes of the heavy duty pumping, the third one too came and came did he.

 

He fell on top of Maami with her daughter on her side.  By now, jasmine was back to life and opened her eyes to see smiling mother and her lover and joined them.

 

She was so happy today.

 

Vicky had a look at his watch and asked the ladies to get ready.  Within ten minutes they were ready to go.  The tea cups were empited in the drain. Washed and kept in the kitchen.  Makeup done. 

 

Out of the house went out 3 content persons ready for many such flings later on.  At the party, his friends drooled over Maami and Jasmine and said crude things about them in Bhatti’s absence.  None of them imagined that Vicky was in bed with both a shortwhile, though all were pulling his leg on the time spent with Maami alone.

 

One of Vicky’s friends was able to get close to Bhatti’s brother’s Saali but nothing more than heavy petting resulted.

 

After this he had a very big stable to himself.  Big pen of Khans, Kapoors, Maami-Jasmine, Julie-Sherry, Shipra, Ritu, Garima, Arshiya and others to chose from.

 

A few weeks later they got the news that Niti’s marriage has been fixed.  Vicky was mighty relieved.  He and Sheetal gave her befitting farewell with blessings of Mrs Kapoor.  Her husband was no comparison to Vicky and hence continued servicing her even after her marriage.

 

It was now the spring of 1996, final year placement time for Vicky.  The company in which he had done his internship, was now taken over by a US giant, had also come and had by now diversified into IT/ITES sector big time.  Coupled with good refrences from Shipra he was taken.  It was a prized position among the students. 

 

Life was so kind.

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He was to join in July 1996.

 

Monday, 1st of July 1996 he got up early and went to the temple.  Took blessings of Gods and Panditji and came back home. His mother gave the traditional curd and sugar as mark of good beginning.  He touched feet of his parents and off went Vicky to the real mad world.  A world known for cut throat competition, deceit, treachery and everything vice.

 

Gurgaon was a distant place for Delhites then.  Some upcoming place near Delhi but still very distant.  Fortunately for Vicky, the direct bus between Gurgaon and Delhi was available from a bus stop only a couple of kilometers from his home and he had to take it only for the first day since from next day onwards the company would provide the office transportation. Great relief.

 

He reached his office as per the time given.  It was a big group present.  Many of them were joining on the same date.  He was one of the few who joined in the technical cadre rest were plain graduates joining in for ITES/BPO projects.  They were served breakfast on arrival and the head of the company one Mr Aggarwal addressed the gathering.

 

It was a short working day with Vicky being introduced to the team and others also forming groups & teams.  The ITES part of the company had two big projects and recent ramping up of workforce was the result of increased demand from the US client.  A decent percentage of his team were known faces for him and he knew one Ms Malhotra a wee bit better than most others knew her.  He literally had inside knowledge on her.  Shipra smiled and met him like an old colleague. They exchanged pleasantaries and shared jokes with the old timers known to them.

 

Vicky’s work during internship and special love from Shipra had ensured that he got operations work for which he had to undergo training alongwith others.  The trainings were to start at 0600hrs in the morning till 1430hrs.  That day he also met the VP of the company Mr Arvind. 

 

He was combined with one group of 8 undergoing training for one of the projects.  Two batches of 30 were to run parallely with two more of 30 each to undergo training in the afternoon.  The cab was supposed to reach office atleast 1/2hr before the training commenced, meaning 0530hrs which meant he was to be picked up at around 0445hrs. 

 

The first morning, his parents put the alarm at 0300hrs and off went the clocks together at the pre-assigned time.   He had too got up.  Brushed his teeth but then was the major problem – loo.  He had a habit of doing Pooja everyday morning before taking anything, not even water and how to do Pooja without bath and how to bath without going to toilet.  Just because you want it, the body clock would not change.  So finally after a lot of effort since nothing ‘came out’ his father told him to take bath, do Pooja, have something and then if required go to the toilet. He agreed and went about accordingly.

 

At 0425hrs he felt some bowel movements and rushed to toilet. There was still 15-20 mins for the cab.  Unknown to him the cab driver had taken extra precaution and started early since it was the first pickup day and all the colleagues of the cab were also up early resulting in an early arrival of the cab.  It was only two minutes into the pressure situation and the cab arrived.  His dad signaled to the other colleagues to wait but asked him to come out early.  It was a very funny situation.  He could not do it but was feeling the pressure, his dad asking him to come out and get ready.  Nevertheless everything else went off well and Vicky started the trainings regularly.

 

The ITES sector was filled with beautiful girls.  He was part of a very jovial training batch.  There was one girl named Deepa Chaudhry in the batch.  Looked that he she came from a very good family with good value systems.  She was too part of the same cab as Vicky and soon they developed a good bond.  After training as he moved to work on improving operational processes, others moved to their respective projects and started handling client queries.  The fact that he was to be their senior and also that he came from DCE had increased his stock.  Being smart and handsome didn’t hurt either.

 

A month into production he learnt that Deepa had quit from the company to attend to her mother suffering from Cataract and also prepare for CA.  We will revisit her at a later stage.

 

About 5-6 months later the company bagged another prestigious project from US.  There were other additions as well to their stable but with 3 very big name projects in the kitty soon after the other meant their stock had raised.  Vicky was found to be a very prized asset both at professional level and personal level.  Many a specimen from fairer sex would vouch for his abilities.  His bosses were very happy that he had streamlined the operations and this streamlining had helped in reaching higher level of quality which in turn got them more business.  Vicky’s career was on the rise and soon got a promotion. 

 

Soon the training on the new project started and the foreign trainers imparted training to a select batch of 25. These were to carry the burden of pilot on their shoulders.  Vicky was also asked to join the training to familiarize himself with the procedures and work on the operational streamlining accordingly.  Vicky always looked forward to such trainings since it gave him opportunity to work his magic on new chics and increase his harem size.

 

On the second day of training a girl entered the room.  Very pretty.

 

Height – 5 2”, bust - not much, sweet heart shaped ass and very fair. 

 

The best part about her was her very pretty face.  She was not the very beautiful doe-eyed girl but still was very attractive. Her oval face, feminine looks and silk smooth skin was enough for her to attract one and all.  Her name was Smita.

 

Soon Smita and Vicky developed a good bond, not in the sexual terms though.  She was able to understand his PJs and appreciate them.  Here he was, 6 2” and she was hardly touching 5 2”, she looked so diminutive in front of his tall and broad frame.  She was too South Delhi based and were going in the same cab during training period also helped a lot.  She was a shade over year younger than him and had joined as a Team Leader for the batch.  Still junior to Vicky.

 

As was the custom the training period was followed by a graduation party. The graduation party was famous for booze boobs and non-veg food.  Girls shed all inhibitions and danced to glory and often ended up in one night stands (many a times to get promotions).

 

Vicky’s eyes were riveted on Smita but since Shipra was around he could not stay close to her.  Shipra and he went to a secluded place in her car and sucked his tool.  She was soon going out of country for some project. Her looks and special skills would definitely swing the tide company’s way he thought.  She was to leave the same night and hence left for the airport.

 

Vicky returned to the party only to find that the guys and girls were more tipsy and more inhibited.  He was gorgin on the Paneer Tikka and searching for Smita. She was not to be found. After a short while, he saw some movement of boys to one Tata Sumo placed at far end of the huge lawn and well protected by trees and other tall plants.  It was a movement of 4-5 boys towards that part.  Apart from this project, trainings of 3 batches for an existing project had also completed which meant disappearance of about 5-6 will not be missed from a crowd of over 100.

 

He could virtually smell something fishy at the far end and casually walked around the other side to reach that Sumo taking a longer detour.   Since booze was available in plenty inside the hall, hence there was no reason for them to go to a far corner. Guessing it may be a girl issue he walked a bit more quickly and from a corner he saw the scene unfolding before him.  Guys were offering a lot of drinks to Smita.  They were calling it a beer but had mixed liberal doses of whiskey, rum and other harder drinks to spike it up.  Smita was not used to drinking and it seemed that someone had made her drink atleast a couple of spiked drinks earlier and the focus was to knock her out and they have pleasure with her.  Very coolly he stood at the far corner, well protected by a line of trees and hedge of 4-5 feet height and the darkness.

 

Smita was almost out.  He could see guys feeling her up.  He could see guys casually placing the hands on her ass and pressing them.  She was feeling irritated by it and wanted to get out but the drinks had sucked away her strength.  Very soon she was out for sometime.

 

Guys opened the backdoor of Sumo and placed her inside and formed Semi Circle around her so that anyone from some distance will see and believe that the guys are having drinks at one corner.  She was wearing a white trouser and a sleeveless t-shirt.  Gradually one of the chaps opened her trousers and slowly it began its southward journey dropping it to her ankles and bringing to view two very fair legs.  The guys had started kissing the legs and one of the more ambitious one started rub her mound over her panty.  One other had moved in behind her and lifted her back so that she was resting in his lap.  One of them started pulling off her panty slowly and as it was about mid thigh, Smita got up and this time she was a wee bit more awake than the previous occasions and protested. 

 

The guy who had planned it all was not the one to lose out on such a god sent opportunity and tried to force himself on her believing that since nobody is there and due to effect of alcohol and screwing she will be his for the taking.  Smita was continuing her protest and the moment she took name of a couple of them the guys lost their nerve and panicked.  Seizing the opportunity Vicky came out of his hiding and shouted “kya ho raha hai” (whats happening there)

 

The guys vanished without a trace.

 

Hearing his shout, Smita became a bit more aware of herself and gingerly pulled up her panty and failed in trying to pull up her trousers.  Vicky went close to her and picked up a bottle of water and gave it to her. She washed her face to get some semblance of having her senses back.  Vicky was standing with his back turned towards her.  She pulled back her trousers.  Vicky made her drink water and still splashed more water on her face.

 

Vicky heard her say “Thanks Vicky”

 

Vicky took Smita to his car and placed her on the rear seat and picked one female colleague who he believed will not spill the beans and made her sit on the back seat alongwith Smita.

 

He spun the web that someone had spiked her drink and he saw her on footpath within the club premises.  Since they came in the same cab hence Vicky knew her place and drove back.  They reached Smita’s place.  Her father was a doctor and he opened the door.  Seeing Vicky and his colleague carrying Smita made his heart skip a beat and he was also thinking of lines of someone doing something with her daughter.

 

Smita’s mother was a teacher and she too came out to see who had come.

 

Vicky lay Smita on the bed and explained that someone had spiked the drink for fun and she moved outside and lay on the footpath within premises in a semi-conscious state.

 

Her father took him too a corner and asked “kuchh ulta seedha toh nahin hua” (did any untoward thing took place)

 

Vicky said “Trust me uncle – kuchh nahin hua” (nothing happened)

 

He then introduced himself formally and his colleague as Rashmi. He asked her father to give her some hot strong coffee and let her sleep.  Vicky also told them that he was from DCE and had joined as a Systems Manager in the company which raised his stock.

 

Both the parents thanked them profusely.

 

Vicky dropped Rashmi on his way back.

 

It was early March then.

 

Smita got up the next morning to the feel of heaviest head she ever had.

 

Her parents told her what Vicky had told them and she agreed with them.  She was thankful that Vicky did not tell them the real story since she was sure Vicky had seen it all happen.

 

After the weekend off, it was time for them to move into operations. The cabs of Vicky and Smita were changed.  Teams went together was the norm.

 

During the break she saw Vicky at the far end of the Cafeteria. 

 

She went upto him and said “Thanks”

 

“Thanks for what?” he smiled and replied

 

“You know” she said

 

“OK Welcome” he replied and then continued “kya yaar sukha sukha thanks kar rahi ho” (only a dry thanks)

 

She laughed.

 

From here they started off.

 

They would meet atleast for half an hour per day at the office premises.  She found him to be very intelligent and jovial with a great sense of humour.  His personality and the fact he was from DCE didn’t harm his prospects either.  There were no commitments from either side but both had developed a liking for each other.

 

One day he happened to meet Sadaf.  She had become a very gorgeous babe.  She had retained fat in the critical areas and reduced from other sides to make her more delectable and curvaceous sultry babe.  They had not met for a few months now.  The boobs seemed to have become a bit bigger.  She was working with some company in the business development section.  Whether business developed or not, he could not say, but for sure he could say that she had developed and was having her fair share of cocks as well.  She was wearing a formal black trouser which did little to hide her posterior charms but a lot more to accentuate them.  The topline charms were struggling to come out of confines of a white formal shirt.  The shirt was many a size too small for her.  The mammaries were restrained against their will.  The nippies were poking from the shirt cloth and the designer bra was stretched to the limit and the designs were clearly visible to anyone who cared to give a look.  Sadaf was hot enough to attract many more than one look.

 

Since it was a public place, they could not do apart from giving a formal hug, although Vicky ensured that it was longer than a formal hug.  He felt the mammaries crushed against his chest.  He wanted to do many things but to no avail.  It was a public place.

 

They went to a nearby restaurant to have something and took a corner table on the first floor which was pretty much empty apart from two more couples, both occupying far end corners.  Vicky order two ice-teas. 

 

Vicky brushed pass his hand over her gigantic milk containers. 

 

She smiled.

 

He pressed a bit more.

 

She smiled further and opened a couple of buttons from the top to show him the top of the ample bossom he had seen many a times earlier.  The back of his hand was pressed on her boobs.

 

“Vicky I miss you a lot” said sadaf.

 

“Me too” he replied.

 

“Aur kaisa chal raha hai BD mein” (how is it going in BD) he continued

 

“Theek hai” (its ok)

 

“Vicky”

 

“Hmmm”

 

“Yaar I want to move to BD in Hotel line. Kuchh kar” (do something)

 

“hmmm”

 

“hmmm kya” (hmm what) said Sadaf

 

“Sochne de” (let me think)  “ok done – will call you on this”

 

Sadaf smiled knowing his capabilities.

 

“Sadaf tu toh bahut badhiya maal ho gayi hai” (you have turned into a very hot chic) “mere ilaava aur kaun kaun hai” (who all are there apart from me)

 

Sadaf smiled sheepishly.

 

“Bata na” (speak up) he implored.

 

“office mein seniors hain” (a few seniors in the office)

 

Vicky focused on the plural aspect of the word seniors.

 

He also learnt how Mrs Khan had screwed one colleague of Mr Khan and many of Sadaf’s cousins had the opportunity to know their favourite aunt from closest quarters.  Even Tina had enjoyed her stint at the college a lot and had earned quite a reputation in pleasing men.  But she closed by saying that all three of them still felt that you were the best and will always be.

 

This made his chest and penis swell with pride.

 

At night he called Mrs Kapoor and asked if she could help a friend for a position in BD in her hotel.  Mrs Kapoor, who had by now become BD Head, agreed and inquired about the girl stressing a lot on the physical assets and the attitude to serve the clients.  He said the girl is a gorgeous babe.  Hence it was decided that Vicky and Sadaf will meet Mrs Kapoor at her hotel the day after.  The same was conveyed to Sadaf who was overjoyed. Vicky briefed her on what to wear.

 

On the said day, Vicky called in sick at the office and told his parents that he would go a bit late for some meeting since he had no other work at the office. It was pretty common for him not to go as per the daily schedule and hence there were no further queries.  His parents left for their offices.

 

He met Sadaf at the agreed time and venue and she had come dressed as per guidance.  Not using any superlative to describe her looks.  Let us say, she looked damn good.

 

She was wearing a black designer saree which was tightly wrapped around her ample ass globes.  A lot of anal had done this to her posterior. She was not wearting any petticoat below.  It was just panty below the saree. The saree was adjusted on a thin thread tied on the waist band, just above her panty.  This made her look more curvy from behind.   The saree was tied about 3-4 inches below navel exposing her fleshy waist.  What a waste if no one was to appreciate that waist.  Next was her blouse.  It was a couple of sizes small to hold those milk depots.  It was black in colour. It was not fully sleeveless but one of those to have sleeves just an inch below shoulders.  Deep back and deep front formed delectable cleavages at both sides of the body.  The thin lacy bra was visible to the trained eye, the nippies had made an impression on the blouse cloth.  The upper bossom was dying to come out of the confines and gave them a fuller look.

 

The saree was not pinned to the shoulder and was wrapped in a way to expose more of her mammary charms than to hide them.  The silky black hair were tied in a loose bun to give her a very erotic look. 

 

They went to the hotel where Mrs Kapoor worked.  They entered the lobby of the hotel.  Mrs Kapoor saw Vicky and the damsel with him and involuntarily licked her lips.  Having tasted both her daughters, nothing was prohibited for her.

 

Sadaf saw Vicky waving his hand to one very fair gorgeous lady in red. She admired her beauty and now it was Sadaf’s turn to lick her lips.  Having tasted her mother and sister nothing was prohibited for her.

 

Mrs Kapoor was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless blouse.  As with Sadaf, the blouse was pretty deep from both front and back and exposed a lot of flesh.  The creamy white shoulders and back and upper bossom were good enough to test anyone’s character and patience.  Person had to be dead or impotent or gay to not to lust after her.

 

They started the talk in the lobby where Sadaf explained at length why she thought she was good for BD at a hotel and her experience in client interaction.  Seeing the way it was shaping up, Vicky suggested Mrs Kapoor if they could talk in privacy of a room. She agreed.  Within no time one double bed room was made available to them.

 

As they went inside the room, they were more relaxed in their talk and body language.

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It was a pretty large double bed rood with a circular large bed placed insided the room with a very large mirror on the roof looking down on the bed and a mirror on the head side of the bed.  Had a TV placed at one side and on the other side a study table.  Electric kettle to make some tea/coffee was also occupying one corner.  Next to it was placed a fridge encasing some bottles of beer and soft drinks and a few chocolates.  The view from the windows was one to be seen and enjoyed. The room was pretty high and it gave a bird eye view of Delhi with a lot of greenery.  A large bathroom was attached.  It had high mirrors and a bath tub and all the accessories that you may associate with a Five Star Hotel bathroom. 

 

Mrs Kapoor was sitting on the sofa in the room, towards the foot side of the bed, with Sadaf standing a few feet away from her, in front and explaining her desire to join the hotel.  Fortunately, there was a vacancy available in similar position but Mrs Kapoor wanted to know about her in general and more about her body in particular.

 

She asked “Sadaf let me be bold upfront – you may have to entertain guests intimately”

 

Sadaf got silent on the import of the sentence but managed to say “ok”

 

She further prodded “Paisa bahut hai – aish bhi bahut hai – par compromise karna padhta hai” (lot of money and luxury – but you will have to compromise)

 

She nodded in affirmative.

 

Meanwhile, Vicky had taken a position behind Sadaf. He knew that the Saree was not tied to the blouse and it had fallen from the shoulder a few times and brought to view the delicious ample bossom cleavage to view.

 

Very slowly he started kissing the nape of her neck in front of Mrs Kapoor, both felt awkward but had enjoyed the his technique a lot of times to know how it felt like. Both were sure that he had fucked both of them but did not want to open their cards but here was he, wanting to initiate the love making now.

 

The breathing had become laboured and the heavy bossom went up & down with each breath causing the elderly lady to squirm in her seat and enjoy the site in front.  Very easily he massaged her boobs over the blouse. Vicky weighed the heaviness of the well proportioned mammaries in his hand and rubbed both the nipps with his thumbs tweaking them just a bit. Nothing new for both of them but the fact that Mrs Kapoor was sitting in front made her feel a bit of moistness in her crotch. 

 

Anything which is so prohibitive is all the more exciting and enjoyable.

 

Fold by fold the saree was coming off, the ladies were now silent which each one look at other and Mrs Kapoor licked her lips at the prospect in offing.  She too allow the pallu of the saree to slip and reach her lap and expose generous dose of her skin and well endowed assets.  Now it was turn of Sadaf to lick her lips.  The elder one was waiting with bated breath wihen Vicky was pulling off the last fold.  Deliberately he held back and again went on to kiss her neck.  Both the females loved him for his tricks and enjoyed it a lot but for Mrs Kapoor it was annoying. It was as if a child waiting for the present to be unwrapped fully and someone elder was playing with the kid by not unwrapping it completely. 

 

Then after a pause of 35-40 seconds which seemed like eternity to both representatives of fairer sex the last line of defence came off.

 

Stood before her, a few feet away, a very fine specimen of dusky sultry lass.  The skin was unblemished and shining. The fingernails were covered in pink polish with golden black combination sandals covering her beautiful feet.  She was wearing anklets resting on joint of her ankle and her feet and then started the fulsome shin supported by equally fulsome calf.  They went on to meet the knees and then the gorgeous, heavy (not too much) thighs took over the attention.  The healthy thighs moved in unsion to meet at the crotch, currently covered by a lacy black panty.  Still she could see little signs of bush, meaning Vicky would have asked to shave off the crop. 

 

Sadaf was in trance.

 

He made her spin around to let Mrs Kapoor see her ample backside.  Though Tina (sadaf’s sister) had a better ass but continuous anal engagement had made her very good ass to an exceptional one.  Still he preferred Tina’s ass, since it was perfection.  Perfect is better than exceptional.  The wide hips held two well rounded and big ass globes.  The shape was very nice from the front and side and great for fucking.

 

Vicky was now touching her ass with his crotch and pushing the cock towards her a bit more.  The female set of eyes were locked onto each other’s body.  Mrs Kapoor was getting hotter by looking at Vicky playing with Sadaf’s boobs.  He did not open the blouse but was pressing it over it and licking the skin as much as he could from his position.  If that was not good enough he got down to his knees, after a minute or so of boob press, and started lick Sadaf’s knee and proceeded north.  Miliimeter by millimeter the supple thigh was getting a thick saliva coat.  Drop by drop the crotch was getting wetter.  Mrs Kapoor marleved at the boy’s abilitiy to pleasure women.  Sadaf wanted to push his face on her crotch as many time before but this time she couldn’t.  The pleasure was making her go mad.  He was just too good.  The lady in red was squirming in her chair and even her panty was getting wet a bit.  The room had sexual tension high enough to slice through. 

 

After Vicky completed the saliva coating of her thighs from the front, he turned Sadaf sideways to continue licking thighs from the back.  Mrs Kapoor could not hold any more than 25-30 seconds more and got up.  The pallu of the saree was touching the carpet below as she walked forward towards lovers young enough to be her kids.  Sadaf had closed her eyes and was oblivious to her coming.  Vicky has seen her coming but ignored her and continued tormenting both the younger and older specimen.

 

He again turned Sadaf back to her earlier position facing the slow moving Mrs Kapoor.  The curvy elder lady was hardly a foot away from the curvy young one.  Vicky now moved behind Mrs Kapoor and kissing her overexposed back and shoulders.  He continued the licking part and added the boob press for good measure.  The curvy woman leaned back into him and pressed her ass on his crotch and felt the thickness of the tool within the confines of the jeans.  The tool she had felt both from inside and outside so many a times.  Sadaf had by now opened her eyes and saw a very erotic sight of young lad with a mature beautiful lady.  Now it was Sadaf’s turn to salivate on seeing the ample assets in front of her.  Vicky continued to unfold Sadaf’s present by taking off the saree inch by inch.  After agonizing wait for all, off went the saree to floor to meet Sadaf’s.  Not only was the union of two beauties separated by a couple of decades in age was going to happen but prior to that their garments too mingled willingly.

 

It was some sight to see two very curvy females.

 

One dusky the other one very fair.

 

One young twenty something and the other one forty something.

 

Both with big boobs

 

Both with great ass

 

Both with silky soft unblemished skin

 

Both made to fuck

 

Both having committed incest within immediate and extended families

 

And both Vicky’s conquests.

 

More similarities than differences – Simple.

 

Both moved a few inches forward such that their milk depots were separated by less than 6 inches. 

 

Both were tentative and calculating their next steps.

 

He had stepped back to see the view from the side.

 

The ladies were lost in each other only.  For a moment he did not exist for them.  The light was coming in from the window.  He could see dark silhoutes of contours of two curvaceous luscious babes. The light from the window had nullified the skin colour. 

 

They had a similar height

 

The boobs were similar and were nipple to nipple (eyeball conflict equation) with each other. 

 

They had similar well rounded ass protruding towards the back side.

 

They had similar supple and fleshy thighs.

 

They had similar wet spot on the crotch

 

Both were wearing only bra, blouse and panty.

 

Both were waiting for the attack.

 

Seconds were like minutes.  Time had just stopped then.  He was also lost in the sheer eroticism on display. 

 

The elder curvy one took the lead and gently placed her left hand on Sadaf’s right boob.  She felt the firmness of the boob.  It was very big, soft yet firm, no sag but yet the feeling was of softness.  She liked it. It was much like hers but with no sag. She could imagine what Vicky would have done to them.

 

Instinctively she too put her left hand on the right boob of Mrs Kapoor.  It was very big, soft yet firm, sagged a little but only a little.  She could imagine what Vicky would have done to them.

 

With her thumb and index finger she tweaked Sadaf’s stiff nipple to be met by a soft moan and reciprocation of her own nipple tweaking.

 

He was enjoying the best show in town with the best seat in town.

 

With over a couple of minutes, seeming like erotic hours, of boob pressing and nipple tweaking.  Mrs Kapoor opened the first hook of Sadaf’s blouse. She took a deep breath for the mighty rise and fall of the mammaries.  The opening of hook brought to sight a bit more of delicious cleavage, Mrs Kapoor was waiting to suck the giant mammaries in front of her.  She was holding back against her lascivious desires.  Off went the second, the third, the fourth one leaving one more to go.  The hooks were also thankful for being loosened since they had taken a lot of strain due to the humungous size of the mammaries.  Mrs Kapoor liked what she saw.  She could see the lacy black bra confining two beautiful orbs.  With a deep breath off went the final front of resistance as well.  Sadaf took of her blouse and threw it on the pile of the two sarees below.  Before Mrs Kapoor could proceed, Sadaf loosened her blouse hooks, taking them off one by one.  The fourth one was the last.  She too loved what she saw.  Two gigantic boobs in confines of a red lacy bra.  Mrs Kapoor too took the blouse off and threw it on the pile below.

 

After the mingling of sarees, the blouse too mingled.

 

Both looked at each other. The younger one in the black bra and panty and the older one in red. It was like took boxers in their dress of red and black.

 

By now Vicky too had taken off his jeans and the cock was out in full glory.

 

Mrs Kapoor moved a bit forward so as to reduce the distance between the eye-ball conflict of the two nipps sets.  The nipples of the two milk depots were hardly an inch away from each other to the point of gentle rub against each other in case of heavy breathing.  Mrs Kapoor loosened the head bun of Sadaf and let the hair fall.  The thick, silky, shining hairs fell down coming to mid back of Sadaf.  A few strands coming in front of her face, giving it a more desireable look, if any more was needed.

 

Both were breathing heavily now, the nipps were rubbing against each other.  The elder curvy came forward, if any space was there, leaned into her and held her in an embrace. 

 

His cock was hard as a granite stone.

 

Both the curvaceous ones mingled into each other like creepers.  They were not kissing each other but the hands were roaming on each others back.  Mrs Kapoor felt the roundness of her ass globes and so did Sadaf.  The hands had rested on each other’s ass globes and had stopped moving.  The boobs pressed each other, the crotches felt each other.  It was an embrace with very little movement. It was like Sadaf found her new mentor on way to success and Mrs Kapoor found a willing pupil to learn her trade.  It was a moment which could not be described in words so easily.  He looked at the mirror on the top and towards the bed and both were giving their own version of reflections of the two bodies.  One giving the top view and the one giving the side view.  . It was as if everything had stopped.  This was much better than anything he had done till now and he had done with many a curvy ones.

 

After two-three minutes of embrace, they disengaged for a short moment only for Mrs Kapoor to hold her head with her hand and plant a soft kiss on her lips.  The boobs were busy in kissing each other separately.   Sadaf too leaned forward to meet her lips with force and as if by reflex both opened the lips only to meet each other’s tongues.  Second by second the force and passion had increased in the kiss.  The tongues and lips were feeling each other and exchanging liberal doses of saliva. Such was the passion that Vicky could see them inserting tongues deep into other one’s territory.  The hands moved on the back, fingers played with hair, palms cupped ass globes.  It was not for the faint hearted.  They were kissing and gyrating into each other. 

 

Mrs Kapoor felt her panty getting moister by the second and instinctively she rubbed the pussy mound of Sadaf only to find that hers was also wet.  In fact it was wetter.  The elder one rubbed her fingers more over her cunt, and then brought the finger close to her nose to inhale.  The faces were apart not more than an inch from each other with a thick coat of saliva forming a bridge between thte two sets of lips.  Both sets of lips, one on face and one between the legs were moist. One due to saliva and other due to love juice.

 

After about 3-4 minutes of the kissing marathon, they again disengaged only for a brief moment though. Mrs Kapoor embraced her again only to unwrap her further.  Her fingers found the bra hook and off it went in one go.  She moved away and took Sadaf’s bra off herself.  Sadaf was too willing.  As Mrs Kapoor bent down to suck a boob, Sadaf stopped her and embraced her only to reciprocate. Off went the red bra to mingle with the black one on the floor.  They looked at each other boobs and got captivated by it.

 

One very fair, one dusky, one with golden brown nipples and one with darker shade nipples.  The Aerola matched their respective nipp colours.  The nipples were looking at the other set.  It was as if even the boobs were captivated by the sight in front of them.  Both the ladies moved a bit forward to find the nipples rubbing against each other.  Apart from the colour they were so similar.  They were stiff as rubber and loved rubbing against each other.   The sensitive aerolas felt the impact of the other’s nipples and even the pores stiffened due to the touch.  The whole room was focused on the boobs set in front.  It looked as if the chandelier, mirror, bulbs, tubelite, bed, study lamp and table, chair apart from the humans in the room were straining their neck to look at the god sent opportunity in front of them.  The room furniture had seen Mrs Kapoor earlier with some male clients but it was first time for them as well to see her with a female and that too as hot as Sadaf.  Even the non living were thanking their stars.

 

Again the elder one wanted to suck the younger set of boobs but to no avail.  The younger one blocked her forward movement with one hand and got down on her knees to smell the aroma of a wet pussy.  She was on her knees facing the well used pussy encased in a red lacy panty. She could make out that it was well shaven, much like hers since their common hero wanted it in such a fashion only.  Sadaf was breathing really heavy now.  Mrs Kapoor was feeling her hot breath on her pussy.  Sadaf held Mrs Kapoor’s ass globes in an embrace and kneeded them slightly.  She appreciated the well rounded ass of the elderly lady.  Definitely it was very well used.  The ass globes were big, firm yet soft, and were like a big ball.  She brought her face very close to the pussy emanating the sexual aroma and then she did a unexpected thing.  She planted a soft kiss on the pussy mound and as Mrs Kapoor was swimming in throes of passion, she bit her pussy lips lightly over the panty. 

 

The sudden unexpected love bite made Mrs Kapoor to say “ooooooiiiiiiiii” and laugh.

 

Sadaf looked up and Mrs Kapoor looked down.  Both sets of eyes locked onto each other.  The master had found an able pupil it seemed.  Sadaf went back to kissing her love mound and this time the bite was a bit harder but not hard enough to hurt.

 

She also licked her thighs for good measure, Mrs Kapoor was now on verge of cumming and pressed Sadaf’s head on her crotch. Her licking of her inner thighs and bites and play with pussy was doing magic to her.  The elder one was about to reach a sexual orbit.  Have sex with her daughters was great in a way since it was taboo but this was something much more. It was sheer pleasure and ecstacy.

 

Sadaf put her fingers in the elastic band of the panty and started pulling it down.  Inch by inch the panty was covering its southward journey.  As the panty came below pussy level, Sadaf planted a very wet kiss on her love nest and used her tongue to play with the pussy lips.  The strongest muscle in a person, the tongue, was being used to a very great effect.  Sadaf inserted her index finger to part the lips and make way for the strong muscle to play.  Mrs Kapoor was feeling coming in of one of the strongest orgasm she had ever felt.  She played with Sadaf’s hair and pushed her harder into her crotch.  Everyone in the room was just loving it.

 

After a few more seconds of the erotic play, the love juices broke the dam and came down in torrents.  Sadaf was just lapping it all up.  Mrs Kapoor was cumming down like a shower on her face.  The trickle of love juices found the route of thighs most convenient.  Sadaf licked it all.  Her legs were gingerly, shaking and she was holding Sadaf’s head for some support.  Meanwhile the panty was at her feet and on Sadaf’s prodding she lifted her feet to take them out.  Panty went on to meet the sarees, blouses and bras.

 

After this nothing moved for over a couple of minutes.  Mrs Kapoor took long breaths to come back to normal.  Sadaf too was coming back from a trance.

 

The fair one lifted the dusky one by her shoulders.  By now they were quite close to the footside edge of the bed.  With one push Sadaf lay on her back on the bed with her knees dangling down from the bed.  She looked up in front and saw Mrs Kapoor towering over her with her legs on either side of Sadaf.  The melons on her chest were glistening in sweat due the erotic heat generated even in the AC room.  Vicky had meanwhile taken a position on the bed near Sadaf’s head but on her side.  For the ladies, Vicky was non existent. They were locked onto each other as a missile is locked to a target.

 

Vicky was not used to such a situation but he did not complain.  He knew before the close of the show Vicky will have fucked both of them atleast once.  He was used to the female eyes being locked to his tool. So he was enjoying the new found anonymity.

 

Mrs Kappor bent down with her melons dangling from her chest. Sadaf wanted to love them, suck them.  They were so near and yet so far.  As she tried to get up to suck them, Vicky restrained by pressing her down.  Mrs Kapoor appreciated his act, now she wanted to torment the girl.  Sadaf was pushed further back on the bed and now was on bed totally with feet ending well before the bed edge.  Mrs Kapoor got on the bed and was now resting her knees with the body leaned forward. She was on her fours and had leg on either side of Sadaf’s.  A lady down on her fours to love a lady was sheer magic.

 

She bent down to rub her boobs over Sadaf’s.  As Sadaf tried to get up, Vicky held her back.  Both were making Sadaf go crazy.  She felt the mammoth impact of big mammaries on her own milk depots.  The nipples and aerolas were rubbed against each other very forecefully.  This was getting too much for Sadaf. Not only the juices due to pussy kissing of Mrs Kapoor were built up but this act had sent the pulse racing and the juices had started to begin their downward journey once again.  Mrs Kapoor played with Sadaf. 

 

She kissed, licked and sucked her boobs.  

 

She pulled her boobs with nipple between her teeth.

 

She salivated the upper bossom.

 

She cleaned the cleavage with the heavy duty licks.

 

She then started her licking journey from her cleaveage down to base of the boobs to her stomach with some special attention to her navel and then to lower abdomen.  Sadaf had by now blown the fuse and it did not matter to her what was being done to her.  She wanted to get over with it and her orgasm.  Contrary to what Sadaf did, off went her panties in one go and Mrs Kapoor inserted two fingers inside her pussy to find enough juice inside her.  Sadaf writhed in pleasing pain and lifted her hips to meet the insertions. 

 

Within no time she started the violent up and down movement of her hips to indicate the impending orgasm. It was one mighty orgasm.  One of the best that she felt in a long long time.  She never imagined that she could leak so much juice.

 

Mrs Kapoor lay on top of Sadaf and both got involved in French kiss. It was deep, long and enthralling.  Vicky had got completely naked by now and even his clothes were on top of the two ladies’s sets. 

 

He put his hand between the two sets of boobs as Mrs Kapoor was on top of Sadaf.  Both of them looked at him and said “Thanks”

 

Vicky moved forward to kiss both the elder and younger one alternatively.  Mrs Kapoor and Sadaf started licking his tool with some vengeance, perhaps his reward of bringing them together.  He was hard as granite for some time now and the licking of his tool made him cum within no time.  He splurged ropes after ropes of warm semen on Mrs Kapoor’s belly which was very eagerly licked off dry by Sadaf who in between offered Mrs Kapoor doses of his semen by sticking it on her fingers only to find Mrs Kapoor too willing who would suck it off in no time.

 

All had cummed atleast once and were ready for many more.

 

He lay on the bed with Sadaf on one side and Mrs Kapoor on the other.  It seemed it was an advertisement of some colour changing cream such as Fair and lovely with Sadaf potraying the dusky shade, Vicky a much fairer one and Mrs Kapoor the fairest one of all.

 

He looked up to see the gorgeous sight of the two hotties on his either side.  The mere reflection in the mirror brought some life back to his cock.

 

Both the ladies had lifted their heads and were resting on Vicky’s chest (used as bridge) and were kissing right above his face.  This position meant that both set of milk depot hung like fruits to be plucked right away.  The girls were re-united by long drawn French kiss whereas Vicky was busy in playing with the boobs hanging right in front.  He was never the one to leave an opportunity.

 

Vicky’s cock was now coming back to life in top gear and very soon the virile tool was ready for much more.  Seeing this, Mrs Kapoor pulled sadaf to ride Vicky in a Cow Girl position and she positioned herself just above his face.  Sadaf pussy was quite well lubricated by now and since she was used to taking his tool, she did not find much difficulty in adjusting to the impending monster.  First few strokes caused her pain and then it was pretty bearable.

 

She was the one who was building the momentum.  Stroke by stroke the three lovers formed a triangle.  Vicky was the base of the triangle with the two hotties forming the two sides of the triangle joined at the top by the French kisses.  Sadaf’s up and down motion on his cock meant Mrs Kapoor too had to move accordingly to continue kissing her which was well used by Vicky to kiss her pussy and insert a couple of fingers inside for her to enjoy. 

 

Vicky was lifting his hips to match Sadaf’s motion and his head to match Mrs Kapoor’s movement.  The whole scene was picked from a Kamasutra book.

 

The experienced lovers continued like this for over 15 minutes with none ready to cum.  However, Sadaf was feeling the impending waterfall since she found the whole act to be so erotic and unconventional. 

The more she felt the juices being released, the easier it became for his piston to service her deeper.  Deeper penetration meant more juice secretion. It was turning to a pleasing vicious cycle for her.  Her boobs were bouncing in all directions and so did that of the fairer one.  They continued kissing but had given little attention to each other’s boobs.  That was strange.  The sight above him could have brought life to the dead.  Two sets of mammaries wandering off in all directions.  Two hotties joined at the top in an unholy kiss. 

 

Sadaf shrieked at the second cumming and let everyone know in the hotel with her erotic scream that she had her second orgasm of the day.  Her body was glistened with sweat. She just continued the up and down movement though she had completely drenched the intruder.  Meanwhile seeing her state, Mrs Kapoor felt a wave of erotic current run through her body as she found Vicky increasing the number of intruding fingers and moving it much more vigorously.  The sharper movement of the fingers in her made her jump with pleasure and also the dam holding back the love juice flood gave way for her to release it over his face.  Vicky lapped it all up with some glee.  Mrs Kapoor took off from there and went behind Sadaf to press her boobs on her back and started kissing her nape of the neck and back.  She kneaded Sadaf’s boobs from behind and mauled the poor big mamaries and all the while made her feel her own with the touch from back.  Sadaf was lost in an erotic world by now and she had her eyes closed and was in a trance again.  She turned her head to meet Mrs Kapoor’s lips and continued the French kiss where they had left it off.   Such scene continued for another 5-6 minutes.  Sadaf had meanwhile used her hand to good effect to play with Mrs Kapoor’s pussy.  This had again charged her love juices and after sometime all of them moaned in unison signaling their respective orgasms.  Score women 3 each, man 2 orgasms.

 

Now the two hotties collapsed on him after licking his cock dry.

 

Vicky said “Aunty toh phir Sadaf ki naukri pakki” (so aunty – sadaf’s job confirmed)

 

She replied “pakki cement jaisee” (firm like cemented one)

 

All laughed.

 

Sadaf said “itna mazaa aaya – agar aap naukri naa bhi dete main aapse baar baar milne aati” (I enjoyed it a lot – would have come to meet you even without job)

 

What a slut – the other two thought.

 

Vicky told Sadaf that Mrs Kapoor is Sheetal’s mother and since Sadaf had met Sheetal (non sexual) a few times, it was easy for her to co-relate. 

 

Mrs Kapoor said “Sadaf you can go far in this game – be prepared to service and you can go places”

 

Sadaf smiled and said “aap jaisa kahen” (as you say)

 

Vicky said “arrey mujhe mat bhool jaana” (don’t forget me)

 

All laughed in unison.

 

Vicky continued “ab tum dono suno” (now you both listen)

 

“I have done with Mrs Kapoor and her daughters – all together and similarly a foursome with Sadaf, her mother and her sister”

 

For once Mrs Kapoor and Sadaf felt a bit uneasy for a few seconds.

 

Vicky judged their predicament and added “toh kya hua – hamaam mein sab nange hone chahiye” (so what – everyone should be naked in a pool)

 

Still the two were not sure about the secret being out.

 

Mrs Kapoor said “Tu saale hai itna kamina ki kya Karen – tere lund ko lene ka mazaa pure parivaar ko milna chahiye” (you are such a rascal, what to do – your cock should be enjoyed by the whole family)

 

Vicky replied “yaar Mr Kapoor ya Mr Khan ko maze lene mat bhej dena – I am not gay” (don’t send Mr Kapoor or Mr Khan for fun)

 

All laughed their guts out.

 

After 10-15 minutes of such gossip, Sadaf got up and made tea for all.

 

For a few more minutes, the sexual banter continued. 

 

Then he motioned the hotties to move to the bathroom.  He wanted to do it there with them.

 

They were not complaining either.

 

Three nudies went into the plush bathroom of a high end room of a five star hotel.  Vicky had done with Mrs Kapoor earlier in a hotel room and bathroom.  Remember all Kapoor ladies had given him a special birthday present at the Hotel.

 

It was a biggish bathroom with large mirrors placed towards the wash basin area having toiletaries etc.  The commode was placed at the other end.  The large bathtub was placed in one corner with curtains shielding it from the the remaining bathroom.  It had a shower placed and also a hand held shower.  Hair conditioners, Shampoos and soaps were placed and the coner near shower.  At the end opposite to the shower, big white towels were tidily kept. 

 

Without much further ado Vicky moved to the bathtub and pulled the hotties inside. All were giggling like kids.  Mrs Kapoor sealed the drainage duct of the tub and started the water.  She was mixing both hot & cold.  As she was bent down playing with the taps etc Vicky placed himself behind her and positioned his cock on the asshole entry.  As she felt it on her asshole she let out an “ouch”.  Sadaf had in the meanwhile started the shower and adjusted it in a manner that the water fell directly on her ass region. Vicky rubbed a bit of soap on his tool and also on her ass.  This was the lubrication he was looking for.

 

Mrs Kapoor was not complaining, in fact she was happy that she had an ass which could keep such a youngster desire it.  She was laughing and Vicky started the strokes.  Sadaf who was stuck to the wall on Mrs Kapoor’s right hand side moved to her front thereby bringing her pussy level with her face.  Mrs Kapoor loved the sight in front of her of having a shaved pussy lips waiting for her facial lips.  Her anal lips were being serviced separately.

 

Sadaf was right under shower but devoid of any waterfall.  The water was landing on very fair ass globes and droplets spread in all directions.  Mrs Kapoor held Sadaf’s hips for support and started licking her thighs.  If Sadaf’s licking of Mrs Kapoor had floored the elderly one, now it was turn of the elderly one to show her skills.  The shower droplets were putting a sheen over Sadaf’s frontal nudity.  Her eyes were half closed.  This was so much better than whatever she had earlier.  Mrs Kapoor licked her inner thigh with some expertise so as to make Sadaf twinge.  She was paying special attention from mid-thigh to crotch area with supple thigh near crotch coming in for some treat.  She just loved the healthy young luscious dusky babe in front of her.  Lick by Lick she was making Sadaf squirm.  Her licks were forceful just like strokes in her asshole and the tongue was exerting some pressure on her pussy. 

 

Sadaf was getting weak by the second and rested her back on the wall with her legs becoming jittery.  She was holding Mrs Kapoor’s head and at times pressed it into her crotch.  What a role reversal, Vicky thought, from some time back when Sadaf was licking Mrs Kapoor’s crotch in the room and Mrs Kapoor pressed Sadaf’s head to her crotch. What goes around comes back.

 

The tongue did part her pussy lips and the inner sanctum was getting a special service.

 

It all continued for well over 10 minutes when Sadaf felt the advent of the waterfall deep inside and her legs had become all the more jittery and she was shaking with pleasure.  It was like a thousand needles inside her were hitting her inner love nest.  With a loud moan she came and pressed face of Mrs Kapoor on her crotch with one hand and with one hand held the shower. 

 

Mrs Kapoor continued the licking of her love juices and then picked up the hand held shower pipe to focus the aim of stream to Sadaf’s pussy.  Cold water streams to a freshly leaked pussy did wonders to Sadaf who was enjoying the master class by an expert.  She felt indebted to Mrs Kapoor for giving her such pleasure and to Vicky to bring her there.  She got down on her knees only to meet the elderly face and the hotties got involved in another round of French kiss.  Sadaf also inserted a finger in Mrs Kapoor’s pussy, and rubbed it for a couple of minutes.  She also let out a loud moan to announce arrival of love juice flood.

 

 

Vicky in the meanwhile continued the anal screw.  He held the wall for support with one hand and the other hand mauled the elderly set of mammaries.  With 5-7 minutes worth of more anal fuck, Vicky also let out the stream of semen on Mrs Kapoor’s royal ass globes and Sadaf got up to rub it all over her back, thighs, ass globes, boobs.

 

They continued the lovemaking in the bathroom for a few more rounds and at the end all three lovers rubbed soap on each other with some delight.  Not detailing out to avoid repetition.

 

They then once more fucked in the room using the study table.

 

They had fucked for well over 3 hours by then. 

 

Mrs Kapoor then asked the room facility to send something to eat. 

 

They had the snacks.

 

They got up to go.

 

Before venturing out, Mrs Kapoor kissed Sadaf one more time and said “I offer you position of of Assistant Manager – Business Development, will you accept it”

 

“Yes Ma’am with pleasure” said the dusky one.

 

As they reached lobby, she asked HR head to come down to the lobby.

 

She briefed him about Sadaf and asked him to do the necessary paperwork.

 

They then had one more round of tea/coffee. As she escorted them outside, she shook Vicky’s hand and said “Thanks a lot.”

 

Vicky smiled and said “Welcome a lot”

 

Sadaf smiled at the prospects on offer.

 

Mrs Kapoor smiled at the prospect of using Sadaf to clinch the deals.

 

As they reached home, Sadaf said “Thanks a lot – tu jo kahega woh karungi” (will do whatever you say)

 

Vicky said “bhooliyo mat, I will use this promise sometime” (don’t forget)

 

Sadaf resigned from her company the very next day and was to join Mrs Kapoor after fifteen days.

[Dreamer0410]

It was about June 1997 that Vicky and Smita were going out consistently. They would meet at the then happening place PVR Saket and watch a movie together or have lunch at Pandara Road.  They would at times meet at the good old CP or venture out at India Gate.  Vasant Vihar complex was always a great favourite thanks to the big Priya Hall.  East Delhi was still not developed and was known as “Jamuna Paar”, infact still is even after all the development.  Life was best in South Delhi, still is, and he was enjoying it to the hilt.  4 July 1997, the independence day of US, he decided to prop the question to Smita and proposed her formally.  Since the company was catering to US clients, it was off that day for him. 

 

His parents knew a bit about Smita since they had heard him talking to her and about her a few times.  They were okay with it and considered it to be normal. They trusted their children and would have been happy if he found his bride like his sister who found her soulmate.

 

He had it all planned, he would take her for a movie at PVR Saket, then they would go for a dinner at Pandara Road and would then go for a leisurely walk at India Gate Lawns and he would pop the question there.

 

He put on jeans and t-shirt, took his dad’s zen, went to her home, picked her up, went for the movie, then for the dinner and then they proceeded to India Gate.  Smita was wearing a light coloured caprice with a dark shade sleeveless top.  It was big enough to look decent and short enough to entice interest.

 

It was a very romantic full moon night.  The whole set of lawns were shining under the moonlight.  They took ice-creams and started walking on the lawns.  It was a Friday and being a Friday, there were quite a few people present, more than other weekdays but less than those on weekends.

 

As he walked toward the boat club side, he bent down on one knee and formally asked her.

 

“Smita – would you be my companion in this journey of togetherness”

 

She smiled and nodded a yes.

 

He was on seventh heaven.

 

All this while he had not even kissed Smita once, he wanted to make it special and today was a special day. 

 

He stopped under a big tree and there he lifted her pretty oval face to plant a soft kiss on her lips.  The lips met for the first time and took some time to adjust to each other.  Slowly slowly he pressed her lips a bit more and parted them and for the first time they tasted each other.  She was so nubile, so soft.  He just enjoyed the taste and in the moonlight they kissed each other for some time with India Gate shining in the distant background.  There were 2-3 chaps looking at them but they were oblivious to all.

 

He had bought beautiful bracelet for her and before she got dropped at her home, he presented it to her.

 

They were the news of the office.  People knew that they were a pair.  They had so far indulged in heavy petting only and not beyond that.  For some reason Smita did not want to have pre-marital sex.

 

Shipra had once confronted Vicky who had told her in no uncertain terms that he was committed to Smita.  She had understood this and waited for the right time to strike.

 

By August-September of that year Vicky had started studying seriously for MBA entrance exam.  Smita supported her in way that she did not demand too much time from him and encouraged him to go ahead.  He was thankful for her support.  Daily he would study for about 3-4 hours after office hours. 

 

Came December, CAT exam, he fell ill and was down with viral fever.  Still he picked himself up to go for the exam but did not do well.  He was distraught.  His parents supported him and told him to focus on other good colleges such SP Jain and NMIMS both Mumbai, XLRI, FMS etc.

 

He got well and preparation started again.

 

Meanwhile Smita was sent to US for training on a new project alongwith 10 other members including one chap named Ankur. It was supposed to be a 4 month long training.  The team that went in mid-December was to come back in mid-April. 

 

The next round of exams brought him great results. He had cleared written for SP Jain, NMIMS, IMT-Ghaziabad, Symbiosis and a certain FMS.

 

He had shortlisted his priority as FMS, SPJain, NMIMS, IMT, Symbi.

 

The GD interview of FMS and NMIMS clashed and hence he did not go for NMIMS.

 

He got selected in FMS, SP Jain and he did not go for the remaining two since he got the results of first two before the GD interview date for the last two.

 

He made the obvious choice and selected FMS.  His family was overjoyed.  He conveyed this to Smita in US who was also happy but he thought there was some reluctance in her voice.  They used to speak / write to each other every day and gradually the frequency had decreased to twice/thrice a week by March.  The fee was deposited as per schedule and the sessions were to start in July of 1998.

 

By late March 1998 Smita came back. However, around the same time, Vicky was sent to Chandigarh to facilitate the setup of a branch office of the company.  It took him three weeks to complete the setup.

 

He came back by mid-April and he had decided to take a break before the FMS session and had put in his papers.  He wanted to be released by end April so that he could enjoy for a couple of months.  He was finally released on 10 May.

 

There were murmurs among the “known” circles about Smita and Ankur but nobody dared to broach the topic with Vicky. Now that it was known that he was about to leave, people let the sleeping dog lay.  There was something about Smita he felt but could not pinpoint.  She was not the same one with him who enjoyed his company.  There was a certain irritable nature that had crept in.  Whenever he confronted her, she would make an excuse of the new project transition.  He was not used to being treated like this by the fairer sex.  On the other hand, he was used to be treated like a god of sex.

 

Still unknowingly he had continued giving her the benefit of doubt.  This was much unlike him – perhaps he loved her a lot that’s why he was doing it.  Till the time he was with Smita he had ignored his flock as well.  All were calling him out but he would make one excuse or the other to avoid his harem.

 

One day during the notice period, he was asked to go to Chandigarh just to see the last mile glitches of the new office.  He infomed Smita he will be going to the branch office, the next morning.  She said ok.  Late evening of the same day, he got a call from his office that he can skip the travel as the problem has been sorted out and everything is under control.  Since it was late night he did not tell Smita.  The next day was a Friday which was supposed to be one of the weekly offs for Smita’s team for that monthly roster.  Thinking of meeting her, he decided to not to tell her.  This was game changing moment for him.

 

The next morning he called in sick.  Since he was in notice period, nobody minded.  It was acceptable practice.  For some inexplicable reason, he did not call Smita.  Everyone thought he is planning for a longish weekend and might be going out.  In the afternoon he had to go to meet his friend at his house.  Around tea time he asked him that they should go out and check the new Coffee outlet.  It was at PVR Saket.  They were sitting near the window seat on the first floor with him facing outside.

 

He was talking to his old time friend, who had not met Smita but had heard about her.  Vicky went to get their order of two capacinos and grilled sandwich.  As he reached their table, his friend said “Vicky dekh naye aashikon ko” (look at new lovers) and pointed at a couple.

 

Since they were on the first floor, Vicky looked at the couple at the ground below.  He could not make out the girl as they had their backs towards them but the boy’s palm was quite close to her ass.  They were giggling and enjoying the life as new couple would.  The girls’s contours matched a lot with Smita.  His throat was getting dry by the second.  The skirt was quite similar to what she had. In an effort to console himself, he thought, two similar body type people can wear a similar dress.  Deep down he was not feeling comfortable.

 

His friend was looking at him and was worried. It was first time he had seen him like this.

 

The boy then turned his head sideways – he was Ankur.

 

The girl too turned – she was Smita.

 

It was as if someone had pulled the rug under him.  His world had come falling down.  How could she do this to him when he had saved her from being bangd by drunkards on the office party day.  He had agreed her term to preserve her virginity for the marriage night and had never forced his terms.  He was aghast.

 

His friend could sense the issue and asked “Smita hai kya” (is she Smita)

 

His vocal chords had given up.  He could not speak and only could nod a yes.

 

His friend had come to his side such that he was between the glass panels and Vicky and anyone from down could see only his back.  About that time Smita looked up but could only see back of a person standing next to someone sitting.  Safe in knowledge of Vicky being in Chandigarh she continued with Ankur.

 

His friend gave him a glass of water to drink.  Ankur and Smita had moved to a much secluded spot in that area which was visible from the other side of this restaurant.  Vicky and his friend moved there. 

 

Ankur was sitting on a bench under a tree and Smita was standing next to him. He had placed his hand on her back and pressed her ass to meet with laughter from her.

 

She shamelessly sat on his lap and they kissed.  They thought there were in a secluded spot but Vicky had his eyes on them.

 

“Ab kya karna hai” (now what) his friend asked.

 

“Pata Nahin” (don’t know) he could manage.

 

They paid the bills and came down and took a far away spot from where they could see them without being seen.  His friend stood between him and them to obstruct line of vison if someone tried to see Vicky.

 

It was confirmed they were a couple. Vicky’s worst fear came true.  What was a murmur in office circles of their proximity during US transition visit was a reality and he was a fool to wish it away.  The old Vicky had now replaced the love bug bitten one. 

 

He had formulated a plan and said “she will pay for this.”

 

 

Anyways he bid her goodbye on her last day.  He could see Ankur a bit angry when she went out with him on his last day at the office. He smiled at his predicament.

 

Smita wanted to get away from him but could not.  Vicky had fucked Shipra like a whore a day earlier to extract a favour from her to release Smita for that day.  She had no excuse left.   Shipra even dropped in to say “Smita we all know you two are close, go out with him on his last day here.” He was indebted to her.

 

Shipra was happing to have her hunk back.  So were all the girls of his harem over next few days.

 

Dwarka was an upcoming township in planning stage and was much secluded. There were a few constructions going on – far and few between.  Large stretches of land was vacant and the plots were demarcated for different societies.  Vicky’s father had been member of one society and his mother of other. They had got two memberships of societies.  The plots were allocated to the societies and the society membership was now working on other formalities.  During the real estate boom of mid-90’s, Vicky’s family was lucky to have landed 4 plots by HUDA.  They had kept one big plot in Panchkula for themselves and had sold the remaining 3 for good premium.  This extra money was well invested by his father in buying shops at a very nominal rate at the upcoming shopping complexes in Dwarka.  The extra money also gave them the confidence to apply for the two flats with firm belief of Vicky securing a good job after his FMS to finance, if any, hiccups.  He thanked god and his father for such great planning.  The fact that flats were bought during downturn also help them.

 

Not to digress from the real story, he took Smita towards Dwarka in garb of seeing the societies being built in the near vicinity and from there they were to go to some shopping mall in West Delhi.

 

Dwarka is now a very nice locality but in those days it was much too far and secluded.  He knew of a society whose construction had stopped mid-way and was located in a remote part.  Even today that part cannot be considered to be hub of Dwarka.  The builders had built a few sample flats and had provided all the necessary flooring, tiling, wash basins etc for every category of flats like 2bhk, 3bhk, 4bhk.  The construction had stopped and the chowkidar there was a very old person good for not much.

 

From Gurgaon, he took Smita to that society on pretext of looking at the construction quality and built all the stupid dreams of their house post marriage.  In reality she was not interested in marrying him and neither was he.  But the plans he had for the day warranted Smita’s presence.  He wanted to teach her a lesson of lifetime.  He was okay if Smita would have told him that she had started liking Ankur and left him but to backstab him was just not acceptable to him.

 

On the way to the building he kissed her a few times.  Unwillingly she obliged.  For some strange reason she obliged.  Although he could feel that she was not an active participant in the process.  He didn’t mind.

 

They reached the building.

 

The old watchman was hard of hearing.  He shouted and asked him to open the door of a sample flat.  The watchman refused.  One 50 rupee note swayed his mind.

 

He parked his car inside the compound and off went both to see the sample flat. It was a 4bhk flat since he had sold the story of them booking a 4bhk house. They had booked a 4bhk and 1 3bhk house but in different housing societies.

 

Smita liked the house, he spoke of sweet nothings, like someone still lovestuck of how he would be reading the newspaper and the duly wedded wife Smita would bring tea and pakoras and all that nonsense.  He felt that such a pretext was necessary to catch Smita offguard.  He could see her facial expressions changing on mention of them marrying in near future and the look on her face was that of a person concealing something from other person and thinking that he/she has been able to fool the other one and felt victorious.

 

He bolted the door from inside.

 

Smita said “kya kar rahe ho” (what are you doing)

 

Vicky “lets enjoy a bit – Buddha aa jayega” (old man will come)

 

Smita was thinking that she can get over with it quickly and as per her if Vicky is not aware of her liason with Ankur and if things don’t work out with Ankur she had Vicky as standby.  Little did she know of the Standby’s plan for the day.

 

He took her to the bathroom and said they will have bath together and how will he fuck her under the shower and all those crap.  Smita behaved as a normal girlfriend would and showed mock anger.

 

She was wearing a sleeveless top with shoulder straps to hold the piece together exposing a lot of flesh.  She was wearing a light coloured linen trouser outline her beautiful ass and panty lines.  Vicky liked this trouser of hers as it was the easy to open.

 

As they moved to see the kitchen, Vicky embraced her from behind.

 

Her hands were on the granite slab and Vicky was licking her soft shoulder skin and inching closer to her cheeks.

 

She danced to the tune and enjoyed it a bit to make him think that they are still a couple.  Vicky turned her around and kissed her for good 5-7 minutes.  She too did not repulse him.

 

He continued the love making from back and wetted her face, very cleverly he held her two wrists in his big hand and his other free hand went to open the trouser button.

 

Smita “Vicky nahin” (no)

 

Vicky : “Smita haan” (yes)

 

With one swift motion he had opened the trouser button and pulled it down to expose the pink panties.  Smita was still saying no but the force had feebled.

 

The expert was in flow, he rubbed the pussy mound over the cloth and was continuously kissing Smita from back which was causing her to go weak.  Since she had done it with Ankur in US she was less resistant to doing it but with Vicky had to keep up the nonsense of no-premarital sex.  Had she enjoyed with Vicky, she wouldn’t have allowed Ankur anywhere near her.

 

Vicky turned her around to face her and was still kissing her.  His lips had sealed hers and she was not able to speak or shout.  Her trousers had reached her shin level and she felt warm air on her pussy lips making her realize that even that was out.  She was trying to get away but his grip on her wrists and the lip-lock prevented her from shouting and use her hands.  He was far too strong for her to resist.  She heard the sound of him unzipping and his jeans was down on his ankles.  She was bent backwards making it difficult for her to see much.  Vicky was not violent with her but very forceful.  So forceful that she was not able to make a noise about all of it.  Very nicely he inserted a finger inside and played with her pussy.  She was aghast at the implication.  As a body reflex the juices had started to flow. 

 

Vicky had taken out his huge tool and placed it at the pussy entrance.  It was a clear cut case of bang.  Only thing was that the victim was known here.  She felt its size but since was unable to see could not comprehend its humungous dimensions.  It was still at the pussy entry.  A gentle push inside made her realize its size in some way. Still not fully.  She wanted to get free and shout her way out but it was sealed for her.  She was hoping if the old chowkidaar could come but gods were not kind on her.  That oldie had gone to fetch something and which meant they were all alone.  Stopped construction meant no workers as well.

 

Vicky did not want to give an opportunity to her to voice her disapproval of the whole act.  He wanted to make her realize his power.  I know it is wrong to bang a girl but this time he wanted to do it to Smita. It was his revenge.

 

Smita’s pussy was too tight and her position was not helping either.  So in one swift motion he lifted her up, hands still held in his other hand and the lip lock continued and placed her at the adjacent wall.  This way he could use the gravity better.  Her trousers and panties were off from her legs.  Now she was frightened. He could see in her eyes.  She could not do anything and he positioned her pussy on his cock and started the rhythm. Her weight coupled with the gravity formed a very good combination.  Inch by inch the monster was going in and she felt as if she had been gagged. It was hitting her deep and ripping apart her pussy.  She felt that the pussy lips will be ripped apart and bleed to death.  Her body was however in a different mood. The pussy had leaked loved juices enough for lubrication and welcomed the big intruder.

 

Her head and pussy were on different wavelengths.  Vicky had much better gals to chose from his harem, he did not want to pleasure her, he wanted to humiliate her.  So very heavy strokes from his heavy tool were used to hurt her.  The impact was hurting her, as he could see tears escaping from corner of her eyes.  However, the pussy was still enjoying the attack. More and more love juices were showered on the guest and involuntarily her hip movement was in sync with the cock movement.  She was feeling the impending orgasm but wanted to deny it.  Vicky had meanwhile judged her situation and had moved on to lick her neck, upper bosom, face etc but she was not shouting now. Her body had accepted what was happening.  The mind did not but the body was enjoying.  Smita was now violently shaking her head and let out a deep moan to indicate her cumming.  And cum did she.

 

She did not want to acknowledge it but Vicky knew that her body had given up the resistance.  He did not want to enjoy her so where he could have gone on and on with her he decided to show whos the boss.  He turned her around to bend forward on the granite slab and attack her cute little ass.  He had a liking for her ass for quite some time and had thought that he would do the anal post marriage but the way things turned meant he had to do it today. 

 

The love juices had lubricated his cock well enough and with one heavy pusy an inch of the piston managed to find its way inside.

 

A big “ooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiii”  was let out by Smita.

 

He let it be there and then a few more rounds of heavy pushes interspersed with waiting period had ensured that 6 inches of the thick meat was in.  She was writhing in pain but to no avail.  Her wrists were still strangled. She was feeling the pain.

 

“Vicky – haat chhodna” (leave my hands)

 

Vicky let her loose.  With six inches of thick meat shoved up your ass, there is nothing much you can do even if your hands are free.   She held onto the slab for support and raised her head.  Vicky was still licking her creamy white skin on her back.  For her he was doing in passion for him it was in revenge.

 

A few more strokes and rest period ensured that 9 inches of meat was deep down in her.  She never realized that she could take in that much and whether a cock can be that big.  Initially the asshole threatened to bleed to death but even she was surprised that the inner walls had accepted to receive the guest with full gusto.  Very gradually he took out 5-6 inches worth of meat and then again pushed in.  This time life was a bit easy for her.  At first she thought the eyes would pop out of her sockets or the tool will hit her throat.  Nothing such happened but she was really worried.

 

Deep down she loved the size and the fact that he was available standby.  In US she had taken to screwing and loved it.  Unknown to Ankur she did it with a couple of US trainers as well who were too eager to oblige her.  But this was the biggest of them all.

 

Now with 2-3 rounds of in out movements he started the heavy duty drilling and the strokes became powerful.  He was hitting her hard.  The speed had increased to the point of him becoming a beast.  Smita was letting out mixed screams of pain and lust.  Stroke after stroke the cock hit her at those spots which she never thought existed in her.  And she was loving it.  However, the logical mind was still trying to potray the other side though the body betrayed her.

 

After 8-10 minutes of hard high tempo screwing Vicky pulled out his cock and spread the semen on the cute ass and rubbed it all over her.

 

Was it passion

 

Was it anger

 

Was it hurt

 

Was it revenge

 

He came like never before and applied a rich coat on her backside and thighs. 

 

Smita turned around and saw the cock for the first time. 

 

To put it simply it was much bigger than she ever had.  Suddenly Ankur’s cock was a miniature that of US trainers were respectably smaller than his.  This was some special tool.  The whore in her deep down wanted him for herself but she was currently with Ankur.  She decided to dump him and be with Vicky full time. After all apart from looks and tool he had a great career in front of him.  He was an Engineer from DCE will be MBA from FMS. 

 

With such thought in mind, she decided to plan her moves.

 

She could not have turned it around in one go but said “Vicky yeh tumne achha nahin kiya” (you did not do a good thing)

 

Vicky “Smita bagair bed aur tere support ke is se achha nahin ho sakta thaa” (couldn’t have done a better job without your support and bed)

 

She said “We had planned sex post marriage” and showed her concern on break of that rule.

 

Vicky “How could have I survived in FMS without such sweet memories”

 

Smita “Tum Delhi mein rahoge – hum bahar milte” (You would have been in Delhi only, we would have met outside)

 

Vicky “karne toh tum phir bhi nahin detin” (you wouldn’t have allowed even then)

 

Smita kept quite.

 

Vicky said “ab kya karna hai – thane jaake report karni hai kya” (now what you plan – do you want to go to security officer station to report)

 

Smtia gave a faint smile.

 

She then hugged him and said Vicky don’t leave me.

 

Vicky said “I wont” 

 

He had bangd her and she was ready for more.

 

He changed his plans.  As they moved out from the building he handed a one more fifty rupee note to the old man and they sped away.  From there they went to some mall had a gala dinner, he dropped her home and then came back.

 

The game and plan were changed.

 

Earlier he wanted to bang her and then after a few days, post which it is not possible to prove bang via medical examination would have broken the news of break-up to her.  Now, he was sure she would ditch Ankur for him.  He wanted her to do this, enjoy her and then leave her nowhere.

 

He had a couple of very well informed and trusted colleagues in office who broke the news of break-up between Ankur and Smita.  This was almost one week after his last day.

 

He smiled.

 

Things were going as per plan.  He in the meanwhile had serviced all his keeps multiple times and even had gone to Panipat for servicing Ritu as well.

One day he called Smita and said “yaar 2 din ke liye baahar chalte hain”  (lets go outside for a couple of days)

 

She said not possible.

 

He then proposed a one day visit to local spots where they could get room. 

 

She reluctantly agreed after putting up a mock show.

 

Vicky then fucked her at the resorts of Badkal lake, Dumduma, Sohna and other such places near Delhi/NCR.

 

She loved his cock and she was his keep now.

 

All their fucking activitiy took place within a time frame of 15 days.  She never felt that her pussy could get so lose. 

 

So one day when they met at Saket, he decided to break the good news to her. 

 

They were at India Gate lawns and it was also a full moon night just like the proposing night. 

 

He said “Now you have ditched Ankur”

 

She turned pale.

 

Vicky very calmly said “mujhe pata chal chuka thaa” (I knew it)

 

He continued, “when I had first about it, I did not believe it.  I thought you will not ditch me but then I saw you and Ankur at Saket with him pressing your ass”

 

She was speechless.

 

“Teri tange mal raha thaa who, skirt ke andar haath daal raha thaa” (he was rubbing your legs, putting his hand under your skirt) he further said.

 

She now understood the meaning of riding in two boats.

 

“Nahin Vicky aisa nahin hai” (no Vicky its not like this) she could only manage.

 

“Toh phir kaisa hai” (then how is it)  he thundered.

 

“Tu saali raand hai” ( you are a bloody whore) he said. He never had imagined before the US visit that he would ever say it to her.

 

“I had collected every bit of information about your activities in US post seeing you and Ankur at Saket and had decided to teach you a lesson.  You wanted me as a standby and now what you have you must think”

 

She felt earth slipping away under her feet.

 

How could it have gone so wrong.  She was so discreet about it.

 

“Tujhe kya laga – ki tu bahut tez hai aur bach jayegi” (what did you think that you are very smart and will pull it off)

 

“Chutiya samjha hai kya mujhe” (You take me as a fool)

 

“Just Get Lost” he shouted and then cried in solitude.

 

Smita had to go back home from India Gate all alone.  She could not go back to Ankur nor Vicky would continue.  She kept on crying.  She could not play the bang card also since she had gone with him and made love to him a few times even after that. 

 

She cried a lot and came back home and told her parents of her breakup with Vicky and cited his double timing as the reason. 

 

A few days later he broke the story to his parents of his breakup and told them about Ankur and that she had backstabbed him and hence he had parted ways.  His parents were supportive of him and were understanding. 

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Came July 1998 and the FMS session started.  The usual ragging started and after a while everyone adjusted.  By September he had become a prominent student thanks to his all round abilities in Studies, Sports and other extra curricular activities and had acquired a reputation among the girls too of a great lover.  Am not going into details of this activity.  For the two year term it was known to all that he was very close to quite a few girls both in his batch and one above him and then in one below when he reached the final year.  Girls were happy to get screwed with no strings attached. 

 

He was not in a mood to commit to anyone. It was a case of once bitten twice shy.

 

Winters were the season of Sports competition at the University level for Management colleges.  FMS was to represent Delhi University.  He was the vice-captain of the FMS cricket team and a very important player as well.  He was not bad at table tennis either and reasonable mid-fielder in football.

 

Once they were playing a cricket match at the Semi Final levels at the ***** College grounds.  It was known in the circles that Vicky was a very important player for FMS and if he can be swayed to perform under par the other side can win.  The opposing team was from Mumbai.  In the quarter final match with a Calcuttan team, he was at boundary and was subjected to a lot of abuses by the girl supporters of Calcutta.  He actually enjoyed it and gave back to all shouting behind him.  His ability to focus in sledging was very good and rather than belittling him, he performed better with ball and bat and guided team to Semi Finals.

 

They had their set of supporters.  Mumbai girls were sitting in skirts. It was unusual for him to see girls in skirts in that time of the year in Delhi.  The warm up practice was going on.  Once the ball was hit closer to the crowd section and he jogged to fetch it he saw and smiled.

 

The three hotties in front were not wearing any undies and challenged him that he cannot satisfy them.  He threw the ball back to others and stood there playing the game of cat and mouse with them.

 

They said “Tum Delhiwaalon mein dam nahin hota – hamein thada nahin kar sakte” (you Delhi guys don’t have it in you to quench our sexual thirs)

 

He said “Meri jaan ek baar seva ka mauka do – Mumbai waapas nahin jaaogi” (give me a chance to service, you will not return to Mumbai)

“Agar de dein toh kya milega” (if we allow you what will we get) they said

 

“Kya chahiye” (what do you want) he asked.

 

“Match haar jaao” (lose the game)

 

“But payment first” he said.

 

“OK”

 

Vicky smiled and said “Dekha Mumbai ke ladkon mein dam nahin hain, ladkiyon ko aage karke jeetna chahete hain” (see the Mumbai boys don’t have in them, they hide behind girls) he had said it loud enough for the boys sitting behind to listen and bow their heads in shame and girls to laugh aloud.

 

“Main ek minute aaya” (I am coming back in a minute) he said and went to his captain.

 

He told him about what they wanted. Since there was an hour before the game, the captain knew what to do and it was agreed that if he did not come back in half hour, they would send someone to get them.  Meanwhile his team support base had also started trickling in and the sheer size of the contingent ensured that the Mumbai support will be drowned very easily.

 

Two of them came, Monica and Yashi.  Vicky had known the ***** college grounds pretty well and since it was a Saturday, hence the rush was much less.  He knew of the secluded places and had told his captain where he would be.

 

So Monica and Yashi went with him to fix a match.  What loyalty with the team.

 

Vicky had his hands on their waist and just above the start of ass globes. As they turned corner the hand went to knead the ass globes.  The hands of both the girls went to his crotch to grip it. The idea was to cause pain but the result was that of getting astonished by the size and girth of the tool.

 

Both the girls were pretty attractive.  One was wheatish and the other dusky but still good enough.  They were licking the lips in anticipation.  Both had reasonably good sized boobs and well proportioned body in general.

 

Not going in details of the sexual quickie only to avoid repetition.

 

Vicky had fucked them with gay abandon for over 35 minutes. He fucked their asses straight away and both enjoyed taking in the biggest monster till date.  He knew how to make love and had great stamina.

 

They cummed multiple times.

 

The tool was much bigger and harder than they had ever experienced.

 

He got up, put on the creams (cricket pyjamas) and went out. 

 

Before he left, they exchanged some hot words.

 

Vicky “Bolo mazaa aaya ya nahin” (did you two enjoy or not)

 

Both replied “Tere mein dum hai” (you have power)

 

Vicky “kab tak ho Delhi mein” (for how long are you in Delhi)

 

“till next weekend”

 

“Dubaara kab” (when next) he asked.

 

“Tu jab bole” (as you say) they replied in unison

 

“match haarne ko toh nahin kahogi” (u wont ask me to throw a match)

 

“Match gaya maa chudwaane” (fuck the match) they replied and laughed aloud.

 

He too joined the laughter.

 

“Ab dekho tumhari team ke chhakkon ki kaise gaand marta hoon” (now you see how I will screw the eunuchs (boys) of your team) he said with glee.

 

“Unki maaro na maaro, hamaari gaand tum hee maaroge” (You may or may not screw them but we will love to be screwed by you only) they giggled.

 

He moved out but not before exchanging a few hot kisses with them.

 

By the time he reached, his captain gave a knowing smile to him. He too smiled back.  His captain told him that they had won the toss and elected to bat.  That meant he had some more time since he was the opening bowler always.  He took on gorging a lot of high sugar content food items such as bananas, chocolates, glucose drinks to get instant energy.

 

His captain asked him aside “saale match mat haariyo – we need you today” (don’t throw the match)

 

“Arrey ladkiyon ko match se zyaada lund mein interest hai” (the girls are more interested in cock than match)

 

Both laughed aloud.

 

His team won the match and were into the finals. 

 

The Victory was celebrated with great fanfare. 

 

Captain ensured a Farm House for the party. Vice-Captain ensured that Monica and Yashi brought 3 more girls from the Mumbai squad for the night long fun.  He also asked three known sluts of their college to join the merry making.

 

So in all it was a gathering of 11 boys and 8 girls and captain’s farm house had abundant supply of food and drink. 

 

The girls had a huge supply of cocks of various shapes and sizes to themselves.  The Mumbai girls were fucked with great vengeance which they rather enjoyed to the envy of 3 Delhi girls. But the Delhi girls had the satisfaction of having the entire team and Vicky in particular to service them as and when necessary.

 

The team went onto win the championship in a one sided final.  In fact they had a much tougher match in Semi Final with Mumbai.  To celebrate the victory, the side went in for another round of heavy duty celebration duly complete with the quota of boobs and booze.  Vicky was hit with the boobs since he did not take to booze.

 

1999-2000 was not a very good period for the Industry. Post Nuclear explosions sanctions and the post Kargil the economy was not very conducive to job growth.  This meant that the campus placements were not very good in the manufacturing sector. The new age economy of high end Service sector was still hiring at a decent pace.  He was able to get a good job owing to his grades and also that he had a 2year job experience.

 

He completed his MBA with dual specialization of Operations & Marketing.  Considering that he had taken care of systems of ITES company, he got the job in the upcoming Services venture of one of the most respected brand in India.  The company was a manufacturing and old economy giant and exploring the opportunities in the New Economy industries.

 

The position was Delhi based.  Salary package was very good.  Job profile was to his satisfaction and he was learning many new things.  Very soon he had become an integral part of a highly skilled workforce.  All the team members had impressive educational credentials and were great colleagues in general.  A couple of months into his job he was asked to move to a site to set up a new office branch. He was to take care of entire operations movement.  He was part of a small 3 member team. He was the one to stay there for the maximum term of 6 months. Rest of the team members, who were his seniors were to return after 1 month.  It was a great break for him in terms of work challenges.  He was up for it.

 

The new branch was being set up about 40-45kms on the Grand Trunk Road, north of Delhi.  The distance was such that he could not do a daily up and down from the office to his place.  It meant he had to move temporarily to a rented accommodation.  The office had taken care of the logistics and the houses were rented in colonies accordingly. 

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It was a colony majorly of middle class people.  Vicky’s flat was at a very good location.  It was second from the corner plot.  It was a two storeyed building with the company taking the top floor for Vicky.  The other two members of the team were based in the very north of Delhi and since they had office cars, they preferred to do the daily up & down. 

 

Vicky had the two bedroom flat to himself. The company had taken care to ensure that it was a furnished flat with all the necessary furniture and gadgets.  He had a very big park on the front and at the side of the plot on the corner. The corner plot was to the left of his flat.  The big iron gate at the entrance of the street lane meant it was free from much rush.  The park in the front was a very big one meaning it extended to cover upto 8 plots on his right.  Only from the 9th or 10th flat onward on the right side did the flats in front of those in his lane appeared.  It also meant that they had complete privacy.

 

Within two weeks of his movement, the owners of the plot (it was a good 200sq yd one) had gone to stay with their daughter in England for a few months.  The ample open space meant he had enough room to park his bike and virtually had the whole top and bottom area to himself.  It was a decent colony and the fact that he had come to set up a new unit had increased his stock by leaps and bounds.  He had developed a good rapport with the neighbours and local restaurant.  First month flew away like anything. It was so hectic for him that he could hardly go to his house in Dehli only for one week. So much so his parents came down to stay with him for a few days. What a great relief for him for those few days.  He had a bike to commute locally. Since the colony was located near the power station, they did not have much problem for power and water supply was also good.

 

One month later the seniors would visit the unit once a week and in general were happy with Vicky’s skills and work ethics.  He started going to his Delhi house on weekends.

 

As the second month entered the 3rd week, he had more time at this disposal and he played with the kids around.  The house of the left side was a two storeyed house with a family of two plus 3 children.  They had a ground floor to themselves and two rooms on the first floor and a big terrace. They were a Sikh family which meant his knowledge of Punjabi endeared him to them.  The husband worked with the Electricity Board and was recently transferred to a plant about 55-60kms to the north-west.  Since the bus service was poor, he could not do a daily up & down.  He had bought the house a couple of years back and had a running loan also prevented him from moving lock stock and barrel. It is known that renting out your house can have serious consequences as well considering the prime location of the property.   Hence weekend trip was to be the perfect solution.  The electricity board had provided him with a one bedroom house there.  This was also good for him since the house was in the board colony having all amenities.  Food was not an issue.

 

Since he had joined the service in April itself of 2000, he had reached to set up the plant in early June of that year meaning it was now end of July when it all heated up.

 

Let us now come to the part of the story where action starts.

 

They had 3 children. Youngest one was Lovey, a small boy who had just started going to college.

 

Elder than him was Deepali.  A college going girl studying in class five.

 

The eldest one was Honey and was true to her name a honey pot.  She studied in class Twelve and had commerce. Honey was a tall (about 5.5”) and very fair girl.  The best part was her figure. She had a great ass and boob combination coupled with being slim.  She had taken it up from her mother.  She didn’t have a very beautiful face but good enough.  Used to wear specs giving her a studious look.  Nice black hair upto mid back.  She looked much hotter from a distance due to deficiency in her face hidden due to distance and full figure accentuated due to full length vision.  Her facial features were similar to her father. Thank god that the body was more like mother.

 

Their mother Paramjeet Kaur, got married at young age about 18 and had kids soon after hence she was also in the age group of 35.  She looked older than her 35-36 years.  Had big child bearing hips. She too was very fair and had good facial features.  Had bid mammaries that sagged a bit.  They did not employ any maid and she did all the household work herself.  It kept her fit though. 

 

Once they were talking and he learnt that Honey was weak in Maths.  Maths for Science and Commerce is common.  Vicky said he could teach her maths.  The parents looked very happy but the problem was on how to compensate him.  Hence it was decided that Vicky would get the food from their house. Lunch was at office premises.

 

The routine was set in this way.

 

Morning at 0900hrs he would go to their house for breakfast and leave for his office.

 

Come back at about 0630hrs.

 

Honey would come for tuitions in the evening at 0715hrs.

 

Some child would bring the dinner or he would take it at their house.

 

She was not bad at Maths but lacked a hell lot of confidence.  It was a classical case of girls being scared of Maths. She would do a few steps of the problem correct and when it would be the case to make the final equation she would flounder.

 

The kids used to leave for the college at about 7.15am daily which meant when Vicky went for breakfast it was no one there except him and Paramjeet.  Nothing much happened though.

 

It was now about 2nd week of August. One evening, Honey came for tuitions.  Prior to her coming, Vicky was going through an issue of Playboy magazine with Pamela Anderson cover page.  Pamela Anderson loved to wear her birthday suit a lot.  He had kept the magazine somewhere there only and then had forgotten about it.  While teaching her, he got up to finish some chore in the other room instructing Honey to solve the problem.

 

For a change, Honey was able to solve the question but did not call him since she thought he would be busy in doing something important inside.  While nothing at hand, she moved some newspapers here and there and saw a magazine underneath it.  Thinking it may be Filmfare or Stardust she picked it up.  And when she saw the cover she was dumbstruck.  Her eyes widened, mouth went dry.  She kept the magazine away in an instant.  Vicky had seen this from his room and decided to wait further.  To tempt her further, he shouted from his room “Honey mujhe 5-10 minute lagenge” (it will take 5-10 minutes more).

 

This was the encouragement Honey wanted and Vicky hoped she would.  She did.  She again picked up the magazine and went through. She was just mesimerized by the nude photos of Pamela Anderson and few others. They were so tastefully done.  Much better than some trash brought by her friend in college.  She just could not take her eyes off it.  She had started breathing heavy leading to protruded up & down movement of her bossom.  She would look towards Vicky’s room to see if he was coming and then continue devouring the asthetic photos.

 

This was the chance Vicky would not let go.  Very silently he tip-toed in the room and said “Kya ho raha hai” (Whats going on)

 

Honey was shit scared and could only manage “kuchh nahin” (nothing)

 

He picked up the magazine and said “yeh kuchh nahin thaa?” (it was nothing?)

 

She was on verge of tears and said “mummy ko mat batana” (don’t tell mom)

 

He did not answer her but said “Tujhe yeh photos achhi lagti hain?” (you like such photos)

 

She became a statue.

 

He again questioned her with a sterner voice only to get a feeble yes in response.

 

He smiled. 

 

It was now game set and match for him. 

 

He sat down next to her and put his arm on her shoulder and said “I understand – is umar mein yeh hota hai” (it happens in this age).

 

She relaxed a bit.

 

“Aur dekhni hain” (you want to see more)

 

She kept quiet.

 

He picked up a magazine and kept it in her lap and left the room.

 

After waiting for a few seconds, she could not resist the temptation of picking the magazine again.  Pamela Anderson had become a goddess for her now.  She continued dissecting her photo with her eyes.

 

Vicky came back in the room and she kept the magazine away.

 

Vicky smiled.

 

She too smiled, albeit sheepishly.

 

Vicky made a proposition to her which she agreed.  It was a honeytrap for Honey.

 

Vicky said “Honey – ek kaam karte hain. Har theek answer ka reward hoga 5 minutes of magazine watching. I will get the magazines” (lets do onething. For every correct answer, you can see the magazine for five minutes)

 

She nodded in affirmative.

 

“Chal aaj se hee shuru karte hain” (lets start from today)

 

He gave an easy sum which she solved in five minutes flat. He gave her the magazine. This time it was different but the quality of photos was very high.  She was intrigued by the open approach of foreigners to sex and the way they were posing nude.  She really liked some of them for the beautiful figure on display.

 

Vicky did not touch her though she was very hot then.  He wanted her to get addicted to the magazines, movies and then he would go for the kill.

 

She went home very happy and came back with dinner for him.  He gave her the magazines to devour till he gorged on the food before him.  He wanted to deflower the girl there and then but held back.

 

He had noticed a pattern for last couple of days. After sending kids to the college, Paramjeet would come on the terrace to sweep it.  She would use a short broom which meant she had to bend down and expose her mammary charms. Usually in the mornings she would wear a loose yellow gown.  Vicky’s flat had a shaft for ventilation which opened towards Honey’s terrace.  The shaft was near his dining lobby. It meant that if he stood at the shaft window, he could see her very clearly and what at first was seen as accident by him was now thought to be a provoking move. He decided to play the cards cleverly so that he could land one more combination of mother and daughter in his bed.

 

Within 2-3 days Honey had improved in problem solving and the change was noticed by her college teachers as well. Little did they know of the incentive plan.

 

That day, after solving a relative tough problem, Honey asked for her reward. 

 

He said “Magazines toh khatm ho gayin hai” (no new magazines)

 

He had been sanctioned a laptop by the office.  Since he was incharge of setting up the systems as well, it had its own benefits.  He could download all the pornographic content he desired with no one to question him.  In this regard his authority was absolute. Other youngsters in IT systems knew of this and themselves used to download though those in operations were prohibited.  He had thus amassed a huge collection of pornographic content. Be it pictures, movies, stories etc., he had it all.  Though he maintained his harem well when in Delhi but still this was different.

 

She looked at him quizzically. 

 

He gave her a confident smile. 

 

She smiled back.

 

He led her to the table where Laptop was placed.  It was in his bedroom.

 

It was the first time that she had seen the laptop from close quarters.  Laptop in those days were very costly and he had the high-end laptop from the company.

 

She looked at him.

 

He motioned her to sit down.  Deliberately he had removed the chair from the table and replaced it with wooden stool. 

 

She sat on the stool and he switched on the laptop.

 

Vicky was wearing a t-shirt and Bermuda shorts.

 

The nubile young thing was wearing a short sleeved tight churidaar suit.  She had a very good figure which got accentuated by such clothes.  The kurta was of cream colour and black coloured tight pyjami.  The kurta had a long slit till pretty high up.  It is very common these days but no so a decade back. Since she was at his home for tuitions, she was not wearing any dupatta or chunni to cover her frontal female charms. The hair were tied in a ponytail and she was eagerly looking at the laptop.

 

The laptop was taking time to boot. He went and pressed a few buttons to hasten the process and opened the file.  She was just stuck looking at the first picture. It was Cindy Crawford picture.  Vicky was looking at her from an angle to read her facial and body movements.

She didn’t know how to proceed to the next picture and looked at him longingly.

 

Vicky smiled at her and moved forward.  He asked her to move forward a bit and sat down on the space behind her which meant that the bodies were in direct touch with each other.  The semi-hard python also made its presence felt.  He moved his hand over the young soft arms of the beauty and guided her hand to the “Enter” button.  As they pressed Enter, the next picture appeared, this time again of Cindy but in a different pose.  Cindy is a gorgeous lady and even girls found her attractive.  She was still looking at the picture.  Vicky’s hand was still on her hand and arm and rubbing them as he liked.  She was not complaining.

 

After a few more of such photos perhaps double “x” rated ones she was breathing quite heavy, Vicky decided to make the move.  He put his hand on her soft shoulders and then planted a soft kiss on her exposed collar bone.

 

For her everything froze.

 

She held her breath.

 

The heaving bossom held on to its position and continued the stay there. He was planting soft but wet kisses. Starting the journey from the right collar bone, he moved her pony to one side to lick the back of her neck and then kiss the left collar bone area. It was magic for her. This was the first time she was kissed and felt like this.  His hands had in the meantime moved southwards to embrace her from behind and hold her by the waist with hands crossed in the front. 

 

The kisses had stopped but the heaving had begun and so did the northward movement of his hands resting just below her boobies and felt the weight of the milk production unit with a slight press with back of his hand.

 

She was in a trance not knowing what to do but kept on looking at the photo on in front.  Vicky knew she was his now but as he planned to move further, he heard a loud shout of her name from their terrace calling her to come back early.

 

She just came out of her dream and rushed off to her home but not before Vicky saw a smile on her face.

 

The younger sister Deepali brought his dinner saying that since they are going somewhere in town hence Honey was called early.

 

Vicky duly finished the dinner.  Next morning he decided to play with Honey’s mother.

 

He did not wear the formal office clothes but went still in his Bermuda shorts and t-shirt.

 

Paramjeet had given a show for him in the morning in her yellow gown which Vicky but had changed to a slightly more modest Salwaar Kameez. 

 

She saw him in that attire and said “Aaj office nahin jaana kya” (don’t you have to go to office)

 

He replied ”thoda late jaana hai” (have to go a bit late today)

 

He continued “aapko mera nikkar pahenkar aana achha nahin laga kya” (did you not like my wearing shorts and coming here)

 

She said “nahin aisee koi baat nahin – no problems” (no issues)

 

He smiled “phir toh roz hee nikkar mein aaoonga” (then I will come daily in nikkar)

 

She smiled back “tu jaise marzi aa” (you come in whatever way you want)

 

He said “Jaise marzi?” (any which way) and winked. The wink highlighted the double meaning and started laughing.

 

She too joined the laughter.

 

He was sitting on the dining table near the kitchen and could see the side pose of Paramjeet with her big ass movement and that of mammaries.

 

Over a short period he had developed a decent rapport with her.  She liked his company.

 

He intiated the discussion as planned.

 

“Aap Honey ke papa ko toh miss karte hoge” (you must be missing Honey’s papa)

 

Hmmm came the reply.

 

“Main unki jagah hota toh aap jaisee sundar biwi se door na jaata” (had I been in his place, wouldn’t have left such a beautiful wife alone)

 

She smiled and then added “toh kya karte” (what you would have done). As soon as she said this she realized that she had given him an opening.

 

He said “karna kya hai roz woh karta jo woh sirf weekends par karte hain” (would have done daily what he does only on weekends)

 

She smiled but this time kept silent.

 

She was trying to lift something from the upper cabinet but could not reach and looked around for some stool. Seeing this opportunity, he moved in behind and lifted the jar from the upper wooden cabinet. The movement was quite swift not to let her move and he took some extra time to lift the jar in garb of being careful.  All this while, his python loved its friction with the female posterior.  She too felt the python on upper swells of her lush ass, liked it but did not do anything else.  She wanted to play wait and watch.

 

The 70% awake python was forming a prominent tent in his shorts. She had a quick look at it and was mighty impressed with the pole position.

 

He had seen her quick glance.  He too was ok with the wait and watch policy.

 

She was not wearing the dupatta and the kameez cuts displayed her mammary charms.  As she leant forwad to serve the parantha and butter, the upper swells decided to move a bit beyond the boundary defined by the kameez.  The creamy white flesh was almost in his face.

 

No more action for the day.

 

While going back he said “aap terrace ki safai karti achhin lagtin hain” (you look good while sweeping the terrace) and added a wink for the good measure.

 

She smiled and acknowledged the compliment.

 

That evening no tuitions since Vicky got late from office and had dinner at office premises.

 

The next morning was going to be a game changing day, Vicky had planned for the shock and awe treatment. 

 

As mentioned earlier, a big window opened towards Honey’s terrace due a shaft for ventilation. It was a bigger than regular shaft and hence the window was also a bit bigger than usual.  The window had a wooden border (chaukath) with an iron grill for security. One panel to open outwards glass panes and the one to open inside had netting to keep mosquitos etc out.   For a good measure, that morning Vicky opened both the panels.  The huge window had smaller divisions, since it started right from the floor till ceiling and was about 7 feet wide. 

 

He opened all the window panels so that anyone standing on the terrace can clearly see inside. The tubelight in the lobby were switched on for good measure as well.  Till then she had not arrived on the terrace.  Vicky put on a walkman and was acting as if he is singing alongwith and was holding some magazine (penthouse actually) and was roaming in the lobby.

 

He was out of line of sight when she reached the terrace but could hear his voice. She had heard him singing earlier as well with the walkman so she was expecting to see him and him to see her in a short while.  Nonchalantly he walked across, she was looking at something else and hence missed his body but could only manage a fleeting shot of his bare thigh. Thinking he is only in his briefs, she chuckled to herself and continued with an expectant look at his house. 

 

Round Two – he came back repeating the process and this time Paramjeet saw him going and her jaw dropped.

 

He was….

 

…….in his birthday suit.

 

The expectation of letting Paramjeet see him in his birthday suit and the game he was playing with her made his tool reach about 80% erection which was more than enough by any standards.  She first saw his tool semi-up, thick and big and looking like cannon. Only later did she looked at him just to check if he had caught her in the act.  Vicky had a smallish mirror placed and looked at the reflection in the mirror to confirm that the elder lady was licking her lips in anticipation.  He then moved ahead and returned.

 

She was comparing his with her husband who was endowed decently but this was a comparison between a cobra and anaconda and anaconda won hands down.  Moreover, lack of heavy duty pounding during weekdays and his prolong absence had taken its toll on her and she felt weak in knees on seeing a cute boy and even cuter dick.

 

At the 5th turn he turned his head towards the terrace and both pairs of eyes met. 

 

He said “oh” and put his hands in front of his cock in a feeble attempt to hide the python and she too said “sorry” and moved her gaze away from the cock to sideways and then retreated back to her kitchen downstairs.

 

A very big milestone reached then. 

 

Vicky went a bit early for the breakfast and was wearing loose shorts without underwear only to increase the visual impact of the size of his tool.

 

He wanted to see how far she will go today.  He knew it can be good for him.

 

He started “aap terrace ka bada dhyaan rakhte ho” (you take good care of your terrace)

 

She replied “mujhe dekhna nahin chahiye thaa” (I should have avoided seeing it)

 

“Kya dekhna nahin chahiye thaa” (what you shouldn’t have seen) he implored, prolonging her misery.

 

“Wohi jo aaj hua” (what happened today)

 

“Kyon main bhi toh aapko dekhta hoon terrace par (so what – I too see you on terrace) he said and she smiled.

 

“par tumne kapde nahin pahene thhe” (but you were not wearing clothes)

 

“Haan woh toh hai.  Aapke boobs toh bra mein hote hain” (yes. But your boobs are covered in bra) he shocked her with this statement.

 

“Aapne mujhe ab nanga dekh liya hai, aapko bhi bra hata dena chahiye” (now that you have seen me nude, you too should not wear bra on terrace)

 

She didn’t know how to react – this was going too fast.  He had her cornered.  The implied meaning was that she knew that he was seeing her boobs when she swept the terrace and that she didn’t mind it.  Second part was that he knew she looked at his cock more than once.

 

She turned her back on him and focused on something on the cooking slab.  He came and stood behind her and held her shoulders and let his python rub on her ample ass.  She felt the piston rubbing her lush posterior and wanted it to continue more.  He came closer to her and said softly in her ear “aap terrace par bra pahenna chhod do, main kapde chhod dunga. Kisi ko pata nahin chalega” (you stop wearing bra while sweeping terrace and I will stand nude. No one will know) He planted a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder and stepped out.

 

She could only manage heavy breaths in response.

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He came back in the evening and Paramjeet was standing near her gate and talking to someone.  Vicky returned from office and looked at her.  He smiled at her and she too gave a smile back, not knowing how to react in front of others.

 

After about half an hour or so, Honey came for the tuitions.

 

She was wearing a tight t-shirt and baggy lady pyjamas. More like the Arabian pyjamas one sees these days.  It was a black pyjama and red t-shirt combination. 

Today as she started doing the sums correct, she looked at him but he ignored and gave her a few more.  She didn’t know how to react.  The sums were a bit tougher than the previous day.  Somehow, with his help she managed to crack them.  It had taken her around 40mins to do the sums.

 

He didn’t give any more sums to her but she waited and did not get up.

 

He smiled and said “inaam chahiye” (you need your reward)

 

She was a bit more shameless today and said “haan” (yes)

 

“Chal aa” (come) said he and led her to the room with laptop.

 

She followed him cheerfully.

 

As they reached the room, she sat on the same stool leaving space for him to sit at the back.  The laptop switched on and he guided her to the file containing pics. This time the pics were more gross and after a few soft ones started showing the male anatomy as well.  This was the first time she was seeing such pictures and wondering.

 

It had all.

 

Nude girls kissing nude girls

 

Nude girls kissing nude men

 

Nude girls sucking cock

 

Girls taking cock in their pussies

 

Girls taking cock in their ass.

 

Lesbian lovemaking with toy cocks.

 

You name it they had it.

 

She was still dumbstuck.

 

He had positioned himself behind her and his hands were now softly massaging her boobs and the kisses continued on her shoulders.  She had young boobs, handful, had the firmness but were very soft. 

 

The thumb and index finger played with her nipples, tweaking them and pinching the boobs to glory.  She was feeling new sensations which she never had.  A couple of her so called boyfriends couldn’t do anything with her. It was only kissing coupled with boob mauling and nothing more.  They were not remotely sophisticated as Vicky.  Vicky kept on playing with her boobs over the t-shirt and wetted her collar bones with his saliva.

 

She was leaning back into him, he just turned her around sideways enough to kiss her on lips. His expertise in the field of kissing was too much for her.  The guys she had kissed before only focused on pressing lips with lips and nothing more.  He gave her a whole new meaning and understanding of the kiss.  He kissed her on the upper lip and then moved to lower lip.  The reverse process was followed by the tongue moving from lower to upper and then it all moved to tongue and tongue summit. She herself never imagined that the tongue could be so nicely used while kissing.     

 

He then turned her further towards himself to so that their crotches were facing each other and fighting for space on the smallish stool.  It also meant that the python was in close contact with her love nest.  He had pulled the stool a bit more back so that her back could rest on the table top and he started to lick her neck, face and other parts of her exposed body.  With one hand he rubbed her pussy mounds leading her to moan “hmmmmm.”

 

He made her arch even further and lifted her t-shirt from the bottom and raised it upto just below her boobs.  The flat tummy with baby soft skin and an inviting deep navel came into focus.

 

Vicky licked every inch of her flatboard tummy and caused her to feel never before sensations with some tingling feeling in her loins.  The fingers were causing a lot of misery even with covering of the cloth.

 

She had fingered herself a few times but this was so much better.  She felt her pussy getting moist and the moistness being transferred to the panty.

 

Just as he was about to lift her t-shirt completely and get her topless, there was a call from her house. Her younger sister yelled her name from their terrace as they had to go somewhere.  Honey sweared to kill the younger one – Vicky was more calm and told her they will continue the next day.  Happily she left.

 

Vicky took the dinner at some restaurant as the whole family was out.

 

Next morning he waited for the children to go to college.

 

Just at the right time Paramjeet came on terrace. She was wearing her gown which was pretty loose from the front to say the least and started her daily routine.  She was eyeing the large window in front and waiting for Vicky to turn up.  Since Vicky was not sure on the bra or braless boobs, he decided to wait.

 

She was getting restless. 

 

He appeared in the window.

 

She was disappointed.

 

He was covering his modesty with a towel.

 

She looked at the towel.

 

He looked at her eyes and then her boobs.

 

She looked at his eyes eyeing her boobs.

 

She squatted on the floor to show him the treasures. She was sure, he had a clear line of sight.

 

He had the clear line of sight to the delicious cleavage melting into two very beautiful, creamy breasts with the golden brown nippies as the proverbial cherries on the top.  The mammary globes looked delicious. 

 

She looked at him expectanly.

 

He removed his towel and let her see the pole.

 

She smiled and licked her lips.

 

He smiled and made suggestive gestures.

 

She smiled further but looked around for any prying eyes.  All settled, no spies, her gaze went back to the tool.

 

Both enjoyed their 10 minutes of show for each other.

 

She was hers for the taking now.

 

He rushed to her house for the breakfast both for the food and the cook, wearing shorts and t-shirt.  The cook was waiting for him.

 

As he opened the door, he saw the youngest one there.  Lovey and Deepali were on leave that day. 

 

He hated the kids for missing college that day and looked at Paramjeet who smiled at him naughtily.

 

“Doodh piyoge” (will you drink milk) she asked.

 

“Taaza piyunga” (will drink fresh) obvious reference to her containers.

 

“Toh kisne roka hai” (who has stopped you) she knew he will not do anything in Lovey’s presence so was teasing her.

 

“In security guardon ka kya karoon – sabko bata denge” (what to do about your children – will tell everyone)

 

She laughed.

 

Anyways she was working in the kitchen, he went and stood behind her.

 

Since Deepali, her younger daughter, was in the other room, he just poked his tool on Paramjeet’s ass.  Lovey was too young to comprehend.

 

She moved a bit back and rubbed her ass on his crotch.  The Semi conscious python was now close to its full glory and raised its head and exerted more pressure on the ample charms in front.

 

Just as he was about to do much more Deepali entered.  She was old enough to understand anything untoward happening.  Hence, he stood close to Paramjeet but not close enough.

 

 

He was cursing the kids but knew that it was now the matter of time only when the lady with ample charms will be his.

 

That evening when Honey came in for tuitions, for first 40 mins he taught her diligently even fighting against the hardening of his pole within the shorts. The pole was hard in anticipation. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The tent being formed was quite large.

 

As Honey finished her quota of sums, she herself got up and moved to the room with the Laptop.  She could not locate the files though. 

 

She called Vicky “Khol dijiye na” (pls open it)

 

“kya kholun” (open what?) he said

 

“aapko pata hai” (you know it) she responded

 

“mujhe nahin pata” (I don’t know) he tormented her

 

“aap jhoot bolte ho” (You are lieing)

 

“nahin bataogi ko nikkar khol doonga” (if you wont tell then I will open my shorts)

 

She laughed with him.

 

“Roz waali photos” (photos we watch daily) she said.

 

“hmmmm” he sounded

 

He continued “photos ki jagah agar movie dikhaun toh” (what if I show you some movie instead of photos)

 

Her eyes open wide with anticipation.

 

“dekhe gi” (will you see)

 

She nodded in affirmative.

 

He opened the relevant folder and played the movie “The Virgin on the Run”.  It was a double x rated film and one of his personal favourite. 

 

It had happened far too fast for her.

 

The movie started with a lady running on the beach.

 

She was sitting on the same stool and Vicky sat behind her as previous days but this time the t-shirt was off and also he was not wearing any undergarment beneath his shorts.  As the python hit her back she felt something unusual and something unusually big hitting her lower back. She was still focused on the movie in front.

 

Vicky in the meanwhile had cupped her boobs and started massaging them.  She was leaning into him to facilitate the neck and collar bone salivating attack but he didn’t oblige. On the other hand she shot heavy breaths on her collar bone region to torment her further.  She had further leaned back into him to the point of her resting on his chest. 

 

The actress in front met her boyfriend and she started sucking his tool.  It being a double x movie they did not show the tool but it was all apparent.  She was engrossed in that.  

 

Vicky picked up the hem of her t-shirt and in one swift motion raised it upto her bossom and involuntarily she too raised her arms to facilitate the movement.  Off went the t-shirt in one go.  She was still focused on the picture. 

 

The man had started to screw the lady in doggy style now with a lot of moans and grunts providing the sound effects.  Boob mauling was also in full flow.

 

Vicky had started licking her exposed flesh and his tongue had completed one round of the back, shoulders, upper arms.  She did not binge, neither did he.

 

She was breathing heavily with heavy adolescent bossom heaving up & down. 

 

With one quick motion the hook of the bra was opened. Her mind was clogged with so much that she could not feel the movement of the hooks.  Without further ado, Vicky let the straps off the shoulders and only then she realized what has happened.  She registered a meek protest but that protest was nothing for him. He had seen many such protests and built a harem for himself not for nothing.

 

The first thing he did after removing the bra was turn her around and starting sucking her boobs.  The tongue licked the cleavage, upper bossom, small bites on the nipple and aerolas.  The index finger and thumb rubbed the stiffened nipps. Never before she had felt so much pleasure. It was much different from what she had seen or felt till now.  Nobody had ventured this far.  She was in unchartered territory. 

 

Vicky decided not to terrorise her further and continued playing with the boobs for more time.  He knew the story of hen laying the golden eggs pretty well.

 

The tender skin was very inviting. After quite some time now he was feeling the tender skin of a teenager.  He licked her navel and played with the flat tummy.  He inserted the finger in the navel and moved it round.  This was making her squeal. 

 

Just as he was about to take it to next level with some honey on Honey, sugar on Honey, cream on Honey, her sister called from the terrace and asked her to come soon.  Cursing her sister, Honey got up. But before she could leave, they indulged in a five minute heavy petting and boob licking session.

 

She left home a very happy girl. He slept a content person.

 

Next morning he saw all the two kids going for the college.  The youngest one Lovey was still at home.  Paramjeet came on the terrace to put up the show, Vicky came at the window to see the show and set up his own.  She had opened top 3 buttons to show her boobs completely to him.  He could see the golden brown nipples.  She was much near towards his window.  He too had put up a small show for her by pumping his tool.

 

It went on for good 15-20 minutes. 

 

Lovey came to the terrace and Vicky had to hide.  Paramjeet was sweeping as usual.

 

He went for the breakfast.  He knew it was only Lovey that day which meant they could not do anything overtly but he could still have some fun. Lovey was much too young to understand it.

 

She was still in her night gown when he entered with all the buttons opened. It had a total of 5 buttons to cover the bossom modesty. 

 

He was sitting on a sofa and she served the breakfast.  He was confused what to eat first, the served or the server.  However, Lovey’s presence meant he had to eat the served only.

 

She was teasing him with the boobs virtually falling out of the gown. 

 

As Vicky finished the breakfast and gulped down a cup of tea, she said “Vicky meri chhaati mein dard ho raha hai, zara dekho toh” (its paining in my chest, can you see)

 

It was more for Lovey than Vicky

 

Vicky put his hand over her large mammary and behaved as if examining it.  It was quite big, pretty soft and with just the right amount of sag.  He weighed both of them with his hands and then put one insided the gown to feel the flesh with his hand.

 

Poor Lovey didn’t know what was happening and asked “Mummy bhaiya kya kar rahe hain” (what is Vicky bhaiya doing)

 

She responded “Beta dard ho raha hai – daba rahe hain” (its paining hence he is pressing)

 

He got satisfied with the explanation.

 

She in the meanwhile put her hand on his crotch and smiled wickedly on learning that he did not wear any underwear.  She squeezed his cock very hard and expected him to scream but he did not show any signs of pain and in turn pressed her boobs very hard mauling them.

 

Both smiled.

 

She was enjoying his touches and felt great. Despite the limitations of the situation, he was doing a damn good job.

 

As it continued for a few minutes, poor Lovey asked “mummy kya zyaada dard ho raha hai” (is it paining a lot)

 

Both got conscious and disengaged, fearing the kid may spill the beans unknowingly.

 

She smiled and said “bas theek ho gaya” (it is ok now)

 

The kid was satisfied with the answer.  The older ones were not.

 

He got up and left cursing the child deep down.  He had a smile on his face since he knew within a day or two he would fuck her brains out.

 

As he came back in the evening, he saw the mother-daughter duo of Paramjeet and Honey standing at the gate and both looked at him and smiled. 

Both smiled due to the lust and the imminent love making sessions with him. 

 

He smiled back at both knowing that both were his.

 

He smiled back gently.

 

Both were relived to see a regular smile so that the other could not judge.

 

Honey was the happier one since she would meet Vicky shortly.

 

Paramjeet felt happier since she could have sex with Vicky the next morning itself.

 

Vicky was happy that both were his.

 

Honey reached his home much earlier than expected.  She had brought books to study but wanted something else.

 

Vicky could make out her desperation.  He wanted to play with her.

 

She was wearing a t-shirt and a knee length shorts.  She opened the books but was expecting something different. 

 

Vicky was in adventurous mood that day.  He just took her to the laptop room and made her study there.  She followed him meekly. 

 

Before she could sit down, he just pulled her and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.  She was expecting love but this was sooner than expected.  After a few seconds of forceful smooching, he lowered the pressure and started the usual licking of lips and forced his tongue to meet hers.  And after that what followed was sheer magic for her in terms of getting to know how the kissing could be so great. 

 

Not detailing for repetition.

 

He gently massaged her boobs and then in one motion the t-shirt went off.  She was not wearing anything underneath. She too had come prepared.  The two handful globes were in front of him topped with light golden brown nipples.  He planted soft kisses on the boobs and made to sit down and study.  She was studying only in her shorts now. 

 

Studying will not be a good description. The nubile young beauty was sitting only in her shorts with a book in her lap.  Any qualitative analysis of her focus on the book is useless here.

 

She was waiting for him to come and do something to her. He did not disappoint.

 

He went to the fridge and brought out the ice tray.  He threw the book aside and she was made to rest on the bed with face up.  She was very obedient.

 

Quick handwork loosened the buttons of the short and pulled it down. She did put up some resistance, more like lip service of a politician, and then let it go.  Few seconds worth of journey and the shorts were off the smooth legs of the nubile luscious girl.

 

She was wearing panty in the favourite colour of the girls – pink.  It looked so good on her, he was feasting his eyes on the beauty in front.  Her body was much like Sheetal in her younger years but face wise, sheetal was more beautiful.

 

The young lady was wearing only cotton panties and spectacles and looking at him expectantly.  She had heard a lot from her friends about their boy friends, boob presses, dates etc but this was special.  All said and done he was taking tuitions and hence her teacher.  He was so much better looking than boy friends of her friends, much more educated, smart, high earning.  She felt proud to be with her.  He had caught her infatuation.

 

He pulled down the panties in slow motion and saw the pink pussy lips of the girl and planted a soft kiss on the southend lips.  Northend being on the face.

 

She writhed in excitement and squirmed even in that position.  Though the kiss was not very hard but it did hard things to her sensation.  She was so proud of having landed Vicky.  She was now wearing only her spectacles.

 

The ease with which he had got her was surprising for him as well. 

 

One more action and she was wearing nothing now.

 

He brought out the cubes from the confines of the tray and Honey released the slut in her from the confines of being a “good” girl. 

 

Vicky did not insert his tool either in her pussy or asshole for a month or so as he thought she was too young and delicate to handle him.  He first make the pussy and assholes accustomed to intrusions with his fingers and only then penetrated them.   There is nothing to write new on this love making and hence skipping it.

 

She went back home after a long “tuition” session in which she learnt more of biology than Maths.  She went home happy and was pleased that she could too now tell “love” stories to her friends in college.

 

Next morning Vicky went to their house for breakfast.  The elder lady and younger boy had given up all pretensions.  The morning visual from & to terrace and from & to window had energized both no end.  He wanted to screw the ample charms, she wanted to get screwed by ample tool.

 

She had reasoned with herself that she is not cheating her husband since she is only satisfying one form of hunger and was truthful to him.  If she is hungry and the food will be available only twice a week, then shouldn’t she eat on the remaining days. Also she thought that her husband had a roving eye and will not think twice about screwing some girl/ladyat his place of posting.  She was not leaving him and the family was intact. 

 

With this great Einsteinian logic she had decided to reach the next level.  The size of the tool convinced her to hasten the journey to next level is entirely a different matter though.

 

As soon as he entered the room, she closed the door behind him.  She was waiting hungrily for him and so was he.  Today there was no one to disturb them. 

 

Both moved towards each other and kissed each other passionately.  He was an expert lover and she too was no novice. She had her fair share of lovers in past.  One motion and the night gown was on the floor and so were the shorts and t-shirt. 

 

Both looked at each other.

 

Both came prepared.

 

Both didn’t bother to wear any undergarments!!

 

She was much like her daughter!!

 

Very fair

 

Very sexy

 

Ample charms

 

Nice glowing skin

 

But she was unlike too the previous evening conquest

 

More mature

 

More experienced

 

More composed

 

Her body was much riper than the previous evening ones!!

 

But both were great!!

 

He pushed her to the bed and started the next round of kissing. This time it was even more forceful as they almost chewed each others’ lips.  His tongue found her lips and then he started his magic.  She had done many tongue to tongue kisses with others and her husband but this was special. 

 

Second by second his tongue explored the ultra sensitive spots inside her, on her face, lips, which she didn’t know even existed.  It was unchartered waters for her.  From there she deduced that he was an expert.  He didn’t let her down.

 

Vicky had called in sick at the office and the lady was his for the day.

 

He sucked on her boobies like a kid and massaged them and mauled them no end.  His ability to rouse sensations with mix of hard and soft massages had reached tutorial proportions.  He licked and nibbled at the underside of boobies. No one did that to her.  Small bites on that section of big boob made squeal with delight.  The golden brown nippies were also nibbled and played with.  He loved the gigantic mammaries and licked them.

 

She loved the raw energy on display by the master.

 

It was hardly 0830 by then and the children were only to come back by 1430hrs which left a lot of time for them to make love and enjoy.

 

He licked her from toe to top salivating every sq inch of her creamy skin and that was making her go crazy deep down.  Vicky was doing wonders to her. He specially focused on licking boobs, inner thighs and pussy area.

 

Never in her long list of boy friends did anyone give so much focus on the foreplay.  He knew how the foreplay can make fairer sex go weak.  Hats off to him she thought.

 

For him she was not the prized catch, nowhere near the league of Mrs Kapoor, Mrs Khan, Bhatti’s Maami, though a bit closer to Julie one can say, if to rate the elder generation he screwed.  Otherwise below the pecking order of Sadaf, Neetu, Sheetal, Tina, Garima, Sadaf’s cousin and a few others.  But he did not mind it at all.  Different babes different fun. Variety is the spice of life would be an adage to summarise his thoughts.

 

He continued the good work with some great encouragement.  The foreplay continued for some good 20-25 minutes which was infact good enough for her to cum due to the heavy duty licking of pussy and her other sensitive points which he was an expert to exploit.

 

She was just reeling off from the after effects of an earth shattering foreplay orgasm that he turned her around in one swift motion. She was by no means a feather weight but the ease with which he could turn her, impressed her.

 

A couple of quick actions got her to be on her fours.  He had promised it to himself that if opportunity came his way, he would first fuck her ass.  The posterior charms were too ample to be ignored.  Before she could say anything, he put some spit on his tool and her hole and started the drilling process.  Her asshole was not that tight. It seemed that even her husband had a fetish for her ass.  But the hole was not used to be intruded by such a big monster.  First 2-3 inches were comfortable for her, it was the next 2-3 which caused the maximum problem as the tool got thicker and thicker.  She was just finding it difficult to take in all of it but she wanted to have the all of it.  Not every day she would find such a fine specimen of the tool. After about 6inches of the solid meat went in, he waited and she too thanked him deep down for the courtesy.  He waited for the anal walls to adjust itself.  He had a lot of experience in this and had used it too good effect.  Gradually he took all but 1 inch tool out and then again started the journey in.  For this time, he used her love juice to provide the lubrication.  This time the tool  was almost 8inches in and time taken was less.  With one free hand he had been playing with her pussy to have the double assault on both the holes.  This was first one for her since her husband only focused on fast screwing of her ass and nothing else.

 

By and by the strokes picked up.  The tool picked the momentum and the hits became more forceful.  After 10-12 strokes, almost all of his cock was going in the much used asshole and the piston hit the deepest chambers of the anal engine.  She was just loving it. As the room filled with the moans of love, shouts and screams of love, he increased the momentum and moved to the favourite position of riding a stallion. It was a fetish for him to hold the hair of the lady as if riding a horse. 

 

He pulled the hair harder and she enjoyed it more. 

 

He mauled the boobs harder she enjoyed it more.

 

He attacked the pussy harder (with fingers) she enjoyed it more.

She had already cummed once earlier in foreplay itself and here was the boy nowhere near cumming. She was impressed by the stamina on display.

 

I am not going to detail it out further and will take it up from the time they collapse on the bed.

 

They lay on the bed facing each other, indulged in small talk.

 

“Ab tak kitno ke saath” (how many till now) she asked.

 

“Bahut hain” (quite a few) came the honest response.

 

“ladkiyan hee hongi” (must be girls only)

 

“nahin kuch tumhari jaisee hot auntiyan bhi hain” (no – have screwed a few hot aunties like you)

 

She smiled but was not surprised.

 

“Paramjeet – mere se pahele aur kaun kaun” (who else before me)

 

She shied to answer.

 

“mujh se kya chhupana” (what to hide from me)

 

“haan kuch hain” (few) he could only manage.

 

He interpreted “few” as quite a few.  He was not much wrong.

 

After a few more small talks where he learnt more about her flirtations, they got up to have the breakfast. 

She made good old alloo paranthas.

 

He ate quite a few and topped it with a glass of milk.

 

She too ate paranthas and had the glass of milk.

 

She was washing the utensils in the kitchen, when he reached behind her and held in an embrace from behind with his tool half awake owing to contact with lush ass.

 

Both took breakfast in birthday suits.  She was getting very comfortable with nudity.

 

Since it was Monsoon time, it started raining, tiny drops were soon replaced by heavy duty rains. 

 

He got an idea.

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He asked her to wear the night gown and move to the terrace.

 

He too wore his shorts and rushed upstairs.  As mentioned earlier, their house was pretty well shielded from all sides. 

 

They started kissing each other in the rain.

 

Water droplets drenched their bodies, saliva drenched each other’s mouth cavities.

 

He took the gown off and off went his shorts.  Only if anyone had come to their house, would have had the shock of his life and had seen them making it out in the rains.

 

But right now she didn’t give a damn to the world. She wanted to enjoy love making in the rain. It was the first time she was doing it.  On the terrace floor the shorts and gown had been entangled to do their lovemaking in the rain.

 

He kissed her hard and continued doing it and then moved down to her boobs and drank the nectar of love, rain water hitting her ample bossom formed a trickle from the boobs which he was too eager to drink. 

 

The scene was very romantic.  It was raining all around.  The huge playground in the front provided seclusion by way of tall trees.  Due to rain, not much activity and less chance of anyone coming in as well.  One could listen sound of some boys running in the wet ground.  General happiness all around and sexual ecstacy on the terrace.

 

He sucked her boobs and then moved down to drink the trickling down water from her pussy.  After about 10 mins of pussy licking he got up and she got down to suck his cockl.  Tiny streams of water trickled down from the humungous hose.  She was lapping it all up.

 

The terrace was not conducive to fuck her position in the missionary style, so he did the next best thing.  He stood and made her stand and with some effort lifted her up so that she engulfed him with his legs and her pussy meeting her cock.  He was going to fuck her in standing position.

 

The boy had some strength and resolve – she thought.

 

After a couple of minutes of adjustments, her pussy hole was now in direct alignment with his tool and her weight meant that she could take in the cock much more in that the regular missionary route.

 

With his thighs working overtime to support the weight of the lady the motions started.  He was enjoying it. Her back was rubbing against the wall tiles – thank god it was not direct cement.  Motion by motion the cock hit much deeper. Her pussy hole was a bit more open minded than the asshole since the cock went in easily in the pussy.  They had developed a very good rhythm and she was savouring this fuck.  She had one hand taking support of the window railings of one of the terrace rooms and the other holding his head. 

 

Even in such a rain she could feel her body sweating.  The sweat of hard work is always sweet she thought and continued.  Meanwhile the sexual ecstacy had made Vicky make her leave the window railings and took her to the middle of terrace, requiring an enourmous amount of strength.  He was about to cum and she was on verge of second one on the terrace.

 

Not detailing love making further for repetition.

 

As she lay on the terrace floor, he took out his cock and brought it near her face, very willingly she drank all the white fluid and licked it clean. Rain water helped in licking faster.

He collapsed on top of her.

 

They lay on the terrace floor, facing dark rain showering clouds, allowing the rain gods to cleanse their bodies.

 

It was first day of fuck of many more to come.

 

The routine with Paramjeet was set. 

 

He would come for breakfast fuck in the morning.

 

She would bring the dinner to his house for the night shift.

 

He used to go later to office than usual many a times.

 

He did not fuck the mother daughter duo together but it soon came out in open.  Will take this part of the story in next update.

 

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One month had passed by like this with him screwing mother and daughter.  Paramjeet was very happy these days since she was getting the desired dose of fucking everyday.  She didn’t mind her husband being away.

 

Honey on the other hand was enjoying the first forays into the sex world.  By now she had graduated to taking in three fingers in the pussy and had cummed many a times. She loved the insertion in her pussy and had enjoyed a single finger intrusion in anal hole as well.  She was besotted by his cock and loved sucking it.  She also loved his sucking of her boobs.  He was an expert in this and had licked off honey of Honey’s body, milk, cream, chocolate and much more. 

 

She loved it when he would rub some honey on her boobs and they lick them clean.

 

Unknown to her the same was loved by her mother as well.

 

One day Vicky and Honey lay on the bed, nude obviously, and were talking.

 

He said “tub hi apni maa jaisee hee hai” (you resemble your mother)

 

“Kya matlab” (what do you mean)

 

“Apni maa jaisee hee sexy hai” (as sexy as your mother) he said

 

She smiled.

 

“Kabhi tere kisi rishtedaar ya papa ke dost ne teri mummy par try maari hai” (has any relative or your father’s friends have tried their luck with your mummy)

 

She kept silent.

 

He further prodded “Teri maa bahut hot hai – cant believe kisi ne try nahin kiya” (your mother is very hot, cannot believe nobody tried)

This time she smiled.

 

“Bata na – chhupa kyon rahi hai” (tell – why are you hiding it)

 

“Tum kisi ko bataoge toh nahin” (you wont tell anyone?)

 

She tried to get a promise out of him.

 

“promise” he replied.

 

Now with safe knowledge of secrecy, she told him how one of her father’s cousins had made love to her mother when they were visiting their ancestrol village.  It was a couple of years ago.  She had by chance gone towards the farms where she saw them making it out.

 

She was a hit among male members of the family during marriages as well.  Her father had an idea about it but did not have sufficient evidence to nail it.  He too was not without his share of blemish as he too had crossed lines with some female distant relatives.

 

All this was music to his ears.

 

“Agar main try karoon toh teri mummy maan jayengi” (if I try – will your mother agree)

 

“I will kill you” she said in mock anger.

 

“Drama mat kar – teri mummy ki main le sakta hoon” (don’t act – I can lay your mother)

 

“main nahin maanti” (I don’t believe this)

 

“OK – kal ek kaam karna, apni mummy ko kahena maine bulaya hai, teri tuitions ke baare mein baat karni thee” (tell your mother to come tomorrow to discuss something about your tuitions)

 

She said ok.

 

The next morning while fucking Paramjeet he brought up the topic of her daughter Honey. 

 

“Aapki beti aap par gayi hai – she is very hot” (your daughter is hot like you)

 

She smiled.

 

“college aur gali mein ladke line maarte honge” (guys must be hitting on her at college and in locality)

 

She smiled further and said “haan meri Honey bahut sexy ho gayi hai” (ya my Honey has become very sexy)

 

“Door ke bhaiyon ne try toh maara hoga” (distant cousins would have tried their luck) he continued.

 

Hmmmm came the reply.

 

That was very encouraging.

She continued “Is saal holi par iske cousins ne maze liye thhe. Inko laga thaa ki main bahar hoon aur iske 3 cousins ne isko khoob ragda, rang lagaya, mummo pe, gand pe, tango pe, isko bhi maza aa raha thaa” (this year on holi festival, thinking that I am not there, 3 of her cousins had groped her heavily and coloured her boobs, ass, thighs etc. She too enjoyed it)

 

He loved the elderly hottie singing.  Both mother daughter were like that only.  Sang at first given opportunity.

 

“phir kya hua” (then what happened) he implored.

 

“Shaam ko khoob pappiyan leen” (in the evening got involved in heavy kissing)

 

He did not probe further, all that he needed to know was out.

 

The same evening, Honey had dutifully told her mother to come after an hour or so since Vicky wanted to discuss something pertaining to tuitions.

 

Honey knew it was a lie since Vicky had told her he wanted to try something else.

 

Paramjeet knew it was a lie since Vicky could have spoken at anytime, no need for being so formal.

 

So during the “tuition” time Vicky had fingered her, made her suck the huge tool, which she had taken to like a fish taking to water.  She had loved the tool a lot.  It was so big and so much like those in the pictures he showed her. 

 

10-15 mins before the time, they got back to normal ‘student-tutor’ mode and started the studies.  Almost, 5 mins before time, Paramjeet knocked at the door. 

 

Vicky opened the door and welcomed her in as mother of his pupil and not as his lover.  Everyone was just picture perfect.

 

He spoke to her about Honey’s concentration levels and generic talk with which every parent agrees and child does not take it as reprimand. 

 

Vicky then told Honey to go and that he needs to talk with her mother in private.

 

Both the ladies gave a knowing smile.

 

Honey knew that he would hit on her mother.

 

Mother knew he would hit deep down with his tool.

 

As Honey was going out, he got up to close the door and bolt it from inside.  The door was closed but not bolted allowing Honey to stay in the house only.

 

From the first room, she could not see where her mother and Vicky were sitting, she decided to be patient.

 

She heard their laugther first and some sound of small talk and then it was silent for some time followed by sound of moans.

 

She could not hold back and moved towards the room and looked inside from the edge.

 

It was a very sexy scene. Vicky was on the bed, facing up with Paramjeet on him like a cowgirl.  He was holding her boobs and mauling them, she riding him, the up and down movement on the gigantic tool brought her great pleasure.

 

Honey could not just imagine that her mother could take it all in so easily.  The person’s tool she had seen him with at the Farm was reasonable size but Vicky’s was special and hence the bewilderment. She enjoyed the show on the display.  Vicky had seen the reflection in one of the mirrors but ignored it.

 

Paramjeet was getting high with the sexual adrelanin.

 

Vicky said “Tujhe aur Honey ko ek saath chodne mein kitna mazaa aayega” (it will be great to fuck you and Honey together)

 

She laughed and said “maa beti ek saath” (mother daughter together)

 

Honey noted that she was not averse to it.

 

With a loud shriek she came and then said “kal naashte par aisey karenge” (will do the same way at breakfast)

 

This shocked Honey – it meant it had been going on for quite some time and the breakfast time was thus utilized. 

 

After sometime she got up to use the washroom, Vicky went out to see Honey and silently eased her out.  Paramjeet came looked at him lovingly and then left for her home after one more round boob pressing, kissing. 

 

She reached home, found Honey and in very motherly fashion asked her to focus on her studies and that Vicky had a few good things to say about her.  Honey knew what had happened inside but she did not feel any remorse.  She did not feel happy or sad. It was a neutral feeling.

 

She had seen her mother cheating earlier as well but this time it was with same person with whom her daughter was enjoying, albeit it was unknown to her.

 

Honey was deternmined that on the next given chance she has with Vicky, she will do it.  Vicky had an idea on this.  He had ignited the jealousy between mother and daughter.

 

The same evening, Honey came in much earlier and was wearing a very tight t-shirt doing a bad job in encasing her two shining crowns.  The netherdenal region was covered by a tight short made of some thing material bringing to fore the camel toe formation. 

 

Vicky licked his lips in anticipation.  She too did the same.

 

They started kissing passionately just as she entered the house.  Within seconds of the saliva exchange off went the clothes.  Zero clothes during tuition was the norm rather than the exception now.

 

He sucked her boobs, licked her pussy, played with navel and kissed her passionately.  This was still par for the course. This they were doing for quite some time now.  She wanted to conquer the next frontier.  Vicky was in the meanwhile continuing with the usual foreplay.

 

Aroused but frustrated for not reaching the next level, she said “mujhe aur bhi karna hai” (I want to do more)

 

“Kya aur” (what more)

 

“wohi jo tumne mummy ke saath kiya thha” (the same you did with mummy)

 

He smiled and lay her on the bed. 

 

At first he lubricated the pussy by injecting a couple of his fingers.  The foreplay and the fingerplay had secreted some love juice for the girl to lubricate the pussy.  He then applied a very rich dose of Vaseline lotion on his tool to ease the movement.  He knew that the girl will not be able to handle the monster rightaway.

 

He put some pillows under her lower back and raised her slender creamy legs on his shoulders. The legs were slender in comparison with her mother but still they were supple.  Her luscious body for a sight for the eyes.  She looked so tender and yet so slutty in that pose.  The body made her look tender but the outlook made her slut.

 

He just put the knob of the penis on her entry and started pushing it in slowly.

 

As the whole knob went in she let out a sharp scream.  Vicky indicated her to keep silent.

 

He did not probe further in and let the walls adjust to its first penis entry.  He allowed her to breathe easy.  After a few minutes worth of easy breathing, he pushed in a bit more while spreading liberal doses of lubrication on the tool.

 

The walls were getting stretched to the maximum and she feared they will tear off.  Tears formed in corner of her eyes.  She had not bargained for such pain when deciding on to go ahead with screwing.  This was a lot of pain for her to handle.

 

Vicky was careful with her and asked “aaj ke liye itna bahut hai – baaki kal karenge, dheere dheere ho jaayega” (enough for the day, rest tomorrow, will happen gradually)

 

She smiled and agreed and thanked him profusely.  He took out his tool and she sucked it like a toy.

 

A few days later (by then he had ruptured the younger hottie’s virginity) he was fucking Paramjeet. He said “Honey bhi join kare toh kitna mazaa aaye” (what great fun if Honey can join)

 

She smiled and said “kyon mere se man bhar gaya” (you have had enough of me)

 

He laughed and said “maine addition chaha hai, replacement nahin” (I wish addition and not replacement)

 

She smiled.

 

He got encouraged “toh tumhe koi problem nahin hai agar main Honey ke saath thoda flirt karoon” (so you have no problem if I flirt with her a bit)

 

This was all happening in midst of heavy pounding and while talking he had reduced his speed.

 

She got irked by it and said “usko chodna hai toh chod diyo par pahel mujhe toh chod” (you can screw her when you wish, but fuck me first)

 

He pounded her like a man possessed.

 

A few days later he reported to her that she has been lavishly fucked.

 

Vicky’s term was about to end in the town.  Children were on Dussehra holidays and went to their father’s home leaving Paramjeet behind.

 

Paramjeet and Vicky fucked themselves to glory. They made out in the morning, evening, night, everywhere, every position possible.

 

5 days into vacation, Honey came back home to prepare for 12th boards and Paramjeet went to her husband’s place. Both mother and daughter exchanged knowing smiles.

 

Now it was turn for Vicky and Honey to fuck like rabbits.

 

During October, Vicky left that town leaving one more mother daughter duo fully sexified.

 

As he came back to Delhi, many individuals, quite a few females in particular were overjoyed.  He left no stone unturned in servicing them and they were all there to please him as he desired.

 

By February of 2001 Vicky had moved to a new job and to a set routine of having a job in Gurgaon with all the trappings of a top class executive. The work timings were good, facilities were even better and the chicks were the best. It was the time when the ITES sector was opening up full throttle. The service sector companies had provided top amenities to their staff. The entire look of the offices was undergoing a major change. 

 

He would go to the District Park or Deer Park or Green Park as we call it in South Delhi for his morning walk/run.  It is next to the Lawn Tennis Stadium. It is a very very huge open area with some old era fort (in ruins now though), a very big lake (most of the times only quarter filled), thick bush area, playground, enclosures for deer and other small animals, smallish hills and ample greenery. It is the favourite morning walk for the people in vicinity. The place was about 2 kms from his residence. He would ride his bicycle upto the area, park it and then go for a long jog/run routine of exercises etc.  This routine was of about 75 minutes and he would leave his place by 6.00 am every day for this routine.

 

A few weeks earlier, family of cousin of his brother-in-law had shifted to Delhi.  The office provided accommodation in posh South Delhi area, much closer to this Park in question.  The family transferred consisted of Husband (cousin of Vicky’s brother in law), his Wife and their one son who was studying in 5th standard and was safely parked in a boarding college.  Vicky’s parents had met them and helped them settle in.  The couple looked quite good together.  After a couple of weeks or so, the husband, Arvind, was transferred overseas on some project for 8 weeks leaving the good looking wife, Anju, behind. 

Since Anju had a lot of time to spare owing to the riches and a few servants, she would often drop by to Vicky’s house to meet his parents.  Anju lived hardly a couple of kilometers away from their residence.  As Vicky and Anju met they started enjoying each other’s company.  She found him to be a great talker and an avid listener.  She loved his sense of humour and in general liked his presence. She was full of praise for his family and also for his sister in Chandigarh. She had many a good things to say about Vicky’s family to Arvind while talking on phone.  Arvind was happy that she is not sad.

 

As she learnt that Vicky goes to District Park for morning routine, she asked him if she can  join him.

 

His parents smiled and said “iske jitna kahan bhaag paogi” (how will you match his runs)

 

She too smiled and said “ye bhaagega aur main thoda bahut walk kar loongi” (he would run and I would walk about a bit)

 

There was laughter all round.

 

Hence it was decided that the following morning that was a Sunday, Anju would meet Vicky near the lake of the Park. 

 

Now a few facts about Anju, she was not very tall about 5.3”, pretty fair colour, usual among the Punjabis, nice wavy hair running upto mid back, hazel eyes.  She had nice lips, an ass which it seemed had taken some serious pounding from her husband or anyone else, not too fat not too slim, very good sized boobs. In all a very attractive lady.

 

The next morning, Vicky reached the place well in time and started with his usual routine.  He was not very much into gyming but preferred to stay fit by running, jogging and playing outdoor sports.

 

He started his usual run/jog around the lake. It had a huge circumference with one round of well over a mile.  As he neared the starting point after completion of first round, he saw Anju.  She waved at him cheerfully and he too returned the wave and went towards her. 

 

He liked the visual in front of him.

 

She was fully dressed for the occasion with a nice form fitting track suit.  The track pant was tight and looked a couple of sizes small for her which resulted in forming of a great camel toe view. Also the track pant stretched over the delicious ass giving great view.  The top was also smaller than required but not very tight but still tight enough to enhance the visual effect of the boob size.

 

After some small talk she asked him what sort of exercises should she do.  Before he could say anything, she said “I will sit for a few minutes on the bench and then we can start”

 

Vicky replied “ok. Aap baitho main round laga kar aata hoon” (you sit I will return after completing my lap)

 

He went onto finish the second round of the lake.

 

As he returned, she had got up and was rotating her arms in mode of general loosening up.

 

He went to her and then said “aapko specific exercises karni chahiyen” (you should do specific exercises)

 

“Tum bata do kya karna hai” (you tell what to do) said she.

 

“Aap ek kaam karo – saamne ke point tak do chakkar laga lo paidal, tab tak main apne rounds poora kar loonga phir shuru karte hain” (you complete two rounds of walk upto that point, in the meanwhile I will finish my rounds of run and then we will start)

 

In the next 15 minutes he completed 2 rounds of the lake and they met again.

 

She said “haan ab batao” (now tell)

 

He asked her to stretch and showed her how to do.  It was a simple stretch of stretching your arms straight up and getting on toes. 

 

She did it and repeated it for 4 times.  The stretching had made the track pants get even closer to the crotch and enhance the camel toe. The sight was not lost on him but he preferred to ignore it since she was relative of his brother-in-law and any wrong step could have serious repercussions.

 

The next exercise was for thigh muscles.

 

He made her put her arms on her hips, back straight and then lunge forward bringing the weight on the front knee and the other led stretched back.  Gradually to come back to normal position and then repeat with the other leg in front.  He was very diligently teaching her how to do the exercise properly and in the process touched her thighs a couple of times. She did not mind.  He then made her bend forward and try to touch her toes.  It was very difficult for her as the exercise demands flexibility.  Anyways she was up for it and tried very hard.  Vicky had a great time enjoying the sight of the beautiful ass of a lady bent down.

 

After some time he asked her to get up. 

 

She too felt relaxed and happy.  After a few more simple exercises she went back home.

 

They met the next day again.  This time Vicky had gone a bit early to finish “his” rounds of exercises early to spend more time with the damsel. 

 

Today apart from the upward stretches and lunges, he taught her squatting, some part of surya namaskar of lunging forward and getting down on knees.  Also he made her jump a few times and asked her to get skipping rope.  The squats and the jumps gave him ample opportunity to look at the bouncing boobs and stretched ass globes.

 

He was controlling himself.

 

She too had seen him eyeing her assets.  It brought smile to her lips.  She could do this too a youngster made her proud.

 

The next day made his eyes to pop out when he saw Anju.  The top was a tight white sleeveless t-shirt, nothing by today’s standard but quite revealing by those days, with the her traditional tight track pant.  The track pant outlined the beautiful panty line for him. 

 

As usual he had done his rounds of runs etc earlier and as she joined him he started helping her with the exercises.  For some reason he was not averse to getting close to her.  He was testing the waters from the edge.  She had brought the skipping rope that day and as she started to take the jumps, the boobs started flying.  Though the movement was confined in the tight top and bra, however, the duo still tried to escape from the arrest.  It was a sight to behold.  They were doing in a secluded corner, a bit off the joggers track and had a shad of trees and high bushes to provide a decent cover which meant there were very few onlookers.

 

Vicky thanked his stars that in the morning he gets such an erotic visual dose.

 

Like this about 10 days had passed.

 

Gradually they had come quite close in the sense that she was not averse to him touching her while getting the exercises done, though she wanted him to do more than that.  He too had started keeping his hands lingering on for more than required since she was not averse to it.  She too had noted the tent formed in his track pants at sight of her assets. 

 

One day it so happened she sprained her ankle while skipping.

 

She was writhing in pain.  Vicky did not have a pain spray.  He used to come to the park on his bicycle only.  He tried to massage it but not to much effect, hence it was decided that he would take her home.  He helped her in lifting her and supported her while walking.  She was on his right hand side and put her left hand on his shoulders.  He supported her with his right arm across her back and under her right shoulder.  She was hopping on one good leg only.  The hopping meant that the right boob and his right hand came into contact a few times.  She was still not able to manage it.  They tried a few other options but to no avail.

 

Finally he lifted her in his strong arms and moved towards the bicycle.  She was a grown up woman but Vicky lifted her like a toy.  She was mighty impressed.  He walked about 200mts in such manner.  She held his shoulders for support which in turn brought her mammaries to kiss his masculine chest. She loved the odour of sweat from such close quarters.  As he reached near his cycle, he lowered her to sit on a slab and brought his cycle closer to her and made her sit on the cycle rod.  She sat with both legs on one side.

 

He held the handle bars with both hands and off they walked towards her house which was around one kilometer from the Park.  She was holding his strong arms for balance when she could have rather held the cycle handle.  All this was not lost on him.

 

As they reached her home, she reached out for the keys from her bag.  This perplexed him. She said her maid servant is on off for a couple of days.  She was a full time maid and her replacement would only come to do the sweeping and cleaning.

 

Vicky opened the door and both went in.

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He asked her where the first aid box was located. She indicated and he picked it up to bring the Iodex and creppe bandage.  Very methodically and in non-erotic manner he rubbed the Iodex on her ankle and wrapped it in the creppe bandage.  He got a pillow and placed it under her ankle and after being there for another half an hour left.  Before leaving he had kept general utility things and water near her.

 

She was mighty pleased with him. Strong and very considerate.

 

As he returned home, he told his parents of Anju’s ankle sprain and how he got late.  They were happy that Vicky was there to help her.  He went to office.  In the evening, his parents went to see her.

 

The next morning, Vicky went to see her after his morning runs and exercises.  She was very glad to see him.  She was wearing a night suit comprised of a pyjama and a top with frontal buttons.  She was using a walking stick to support her movements.

 

She saw him looking at the walking stick and said “dekh Vicky ab main bhi buddhi ho gayi hoon” (Vicky look even I have grown old) and smiled.

 

“Aap aur buddhi – kis angle se” (you and old – from which angle) he replied with a smile.

 

“kis angle se nahin lagti” (don’t look old from which angle) she was liking playing with him. 

 

He played the tried and tested trick of innocence.  But the innocence was to be in line with his age.

 

He said “bolunga toh aap maarogi aur mummy papa ko bata dogi” (if I tell you, you will hit me and tell my parents)

 

She smiled and said “naa maaroongi aur na bataungi” (neither I will hit you or tell your parents)

 

Relieved that she was falling in the trap he continued.

 

“Har angle se aap jawaan lagte ho” (you look young from every angle)  “Subah sab aadmi  aapko dekh rahe hotey hain” (males look at you in the morning)

 

This was music to her ears – every female loves her praise – but she feigned ignorance and even asked him for more.

 

He was ever ready to oblige.

 

“Ladke bhi aapko nihaar rahe hotey hain aur mujhe gaaliyan dete honge” (youngsters love your sight and must be cursing me)

 

“Tujhe kyon gaaliyan denge” (why would they curse you) she asked.

 

“Obviously, main aapke itna paas hoon aur chhoo sakta hoon, isliye gaaliya denge” (Obviously I am so close to you and can touch you, that’s why they curse me) he emphasized the touch part.

 

Now it was her turn to blush.

 

He was enjoying the game now.  The master had read her intentions correctly and it was about playing the moves right.

 

“Tum toh mujhe exercise hee sikhate ho – isliye touch karte ho – isme kya badi baat hai” (you only touch me while teaching how to exercise. What is the big deal) she reasoned.

 

“Woh aapko lagta hai – ladke toh yeh dekhte hain ki main ek garam maal par haath saaf kar raha hoon” (that is what you think – guys see that I am feeling a hot babe)  He emphasized “Garam Maal” and “Haath Saaf”

 

Drop by drop he was making it dirtier.

 

“Oye – kya bol raha hai” (what are you saying) she said in mock anger

 

He replied “kaha thaa sach bolunga toh aap marogi” (See I told you, you will beat me)

 

“Achcha baba nahin maaroongi – par yeh garam maal kya laga rakkha hai” (ok will not beat you – but why this ‘Garam Maal’) 

 

“Yaar you are a very hot babe” “hum ladke log aisee babes ko garam maal ya garam masala hee kahete hain” (we boys call the hot babes as Garam Maal or Garam masala)

 

He was enjoying telling and She was enjoying listening – classic example of demand and supply.

 

She giggled and said “ab kahan se rahi garam masala” (I am no longer a hot babe)

 

This was the window of opportunity he was not going to miss. The factor of relations etc had long gone out of the mind by now.  For him she was now a target he wanted to fuck.  Nothing more nothing less.

 

She was waiting for the answer.

 

“Aap itni gori ho, itni sundar ho, itni achhi curvy body hai aur kya chahiye – your husband is damn lucky” (you are so fair, so beautiful, have a curvy body, what else one wants)

 

Anju smiled.

 

“Kaash main aapka husband hota” (I wish I was your husband)

 

“toh kya karte” (so what would you have done?) she enquired knowing fully well what the youngster was waiting to say.

 

“Itni hot biwi se saara din saari raat pyaar karta raheta” (would have loved such a hot wife day & night)

 

“Woh toh mujhe abhi bhi pyaar karte hain” (he still loves me) said she

 

“Kaise – telephone se – itni door hain” (how – over telephone – he is so far away)

 

She laughed aloud.

 

“Main toh kabhi door na jaata – office bhi kabhi kabhi jaata” (I wouldn’t have gone away – even to office would have gone rarely) he continued.

 

“Ghar rahe kar kya karte” (what you would have done by being at home) she asked and understood the mistake she had made.

 

He was not going to let this opportunity go “theory bataaun ya practical karke dikhaaun”

 

She looked at him in mock anger.

 

He then said something more “I have a lot of practical training experience” with special emphasis on “Lot of”

 

She now did not know how to react.

 

He could sense her predicament.  He then lightened the atmosphere by calling her a buddhi. After a few more minutes of banter he moved out and left her pondering over “lot of” practical experience.

 

Vicky did not go to her house the next morning deliberately.  Got a call from Anju in the evening asking him about his whereabouts.  She then asked him to come next morning.

 

As per agreed time he reached there.  Only to find her in a similar set of clothes but he could make out that she had given herself a second look in the mirror.  The set of clothes was similar but of darker maroon shade, clinging on the body a bit more.  The boobs looked a bit bigger due to tighter top, the ass looked fuller due to tighter pyjama. 

 

She was a bit better now moving still with a stick but with less difificulty.

 

He looked at her longingly as the tighter clothes were doing wonders to her curves.

 

The slight sexual banter continued for them.  It was creating a good vibe between them.  The longish sexless gap for the lady was making her hornier.

 

Everyone looks forward to the festival of colours - Holi.  Vicky was no different. It was Holi that facilitated Sanju’s fuck, it was Holi when he first came into contact with the dream lady, Mrs Kapoor, it was Holi when mother-daughter duo option of Sheetal and Mrs Kapoor opened for him, it was Holi that facilitated Niti for him.

 

Anju’s son had come back from the boarding college for Holi.  He had come to Vicky’s house and challenged him that he can colour him more and all those things kids want to brag about.  Vickys’ family and he laughed but then he saw a golden opportunity.  He promised the kid that he will come to his house to play Holi.  The kid, Rohan, was overjoyed to have Vicky Bhaiya come and play Holi with him.  Vicky told him that he would come late as he had to play with his friends too.  The kid agreed.  Poor kid didn’t know that Vicky was more interested in playing Holi with his mother.  Nothing amiss, everyone laughed and felt happy in general.

 

A couple of days later, he went to play Holi with his friends first and then on the way back went to Anju’s residence.  It was an upper class area hence less vibrancy and more formal.  The youngsters would have gone to the ‘high end’ farmhouse holi gatherings.  The kid had no one to play with.  His face brightened as he saw Vicky and ran to spread colour him.  There was actually very less space for him to colour Vicky.  His friends had done the colouring job a bit more diligently.  However, the kid was overjoyed after colouring him and spent all his force in colouring Vicky.  He threw at him the water balloons, the water colour, a lot of water.  You name it – the kid had it.  In his play with the kid, he had forgotten for a few minutes his real motive.

 

One look at Anju, he came back to his motive.  She was wearing a light coloured salwaar kameez, sleeveless and reasonably deepish cut.  The material was thin and he could see the lacy white bra underneath quite clearly.  Also the suit was clinging quite close to her body to accentuate the curves on her.  Since there was no chunni on her hence the upper bossom was on display.

 

He indicated to the kid that she should join the mellee.

 

He was game for it.

 

They moved to the terrace of the house which was pretty secluded from all the sides. 

 

He schemed with the kid that his mother was much away from the whole act and should take part in it and they should colour her hard.  Kid liked the idea and pulled her mother in the act.

 

Vicky very swiftly closed the terrace door.

 

The kid was running to colour her mother who was too swift for him.

 

The kid lost hope. 

 

Mother smiled.

 

Vicky winked at him.

 

Kid smiled.

 

The kid again started chasing his mother.

 

Vicky was laughing with them and moved towards a point where he believed Anju could be cornered.  The predatory instincts of both the males was in full flow, albeit, for different reasons.  Rohan with a new found energy and vigour chased his mother towards the corner where he expected Vicky to reach and same was the case with Vicky that he expected Rohan to corner the beauty to a particular spot.

 

Unknown to the movements of the male members, the female was running with gay abandon and suddenly halted with a hit against his body.  She tried to move away but he put his arms across her waist and held her close to his body.  He held her pretty close to his body.  She could feel the python on her lower back.  The arms were millimeters below the bossom and her movements made the both come in close contact more often than not.

 

Rohan was tall enough for his hands to reach her face when straight up.  He coloured his mother with gay abandon.  He also hit her with a few water balloons with one hitting her heavy boobs.  After that he was a bit lost on what to do. 

 

Anju was giggling and also enjoy the pressure on her posterior.  Vicky had not done anything by now that could have been termed as salicious but he was well on his way for the same.

 

Vicky indicated Rohan to bring the small bucket kept at a side.  He then moved Anju near the water tank.  Still holding her with one hand, he moved aside the lid of the tank and in went the empty bucket and came out the filled one.  One sweet motion and the bucket was over her head and gradually all of it found way on her body via her head and the trickle down theory of economics was more applicable in biology right then.

 

The heat of sun, the heat of bodies pressed together, the heat of the naughty act was being cooled down by the trickle of water.  The water made the cloth stick to her body.  The lacy bra was there to be seen with all its patterns and the creamy stomach skin showed itself under the wet white cloth.

 

This was a very great idea for Rohan who drenched his mother with 3-4 rounds of buckets.  Since he could not do the trickle effect he splashed a lot of water on her.  Vicky turned her around to ensure even coat of water on her body.  The suit stuck to her back and could clearly see the bra straps against the skin.

 

She was not moving at all now and there was no need to hold her.  But Vicky wanted to touch her more.  With this he moved her a bit to be face to face and then held in embrace and asked Rohan to throw more water.  Rohan found an opportunity to drench Vicky as well.  Vicky did not mind. 

 

She was breathing heavily with her boobies crushed against his torso and his hands embracing her were a couple of inches above her lush posterior.  Her head was bent down with eyes looking at the floor.  Vicky knew it was the moment to strike as she was in two minds.

 

There was a noise from below where the neighbour kid called out Rohan’s name.  Vicky encouraged the kid to play with others as well.  Rohan left after accomplishing his mission of colouring his mother and playing Holi with Vicky.

 

Vicky saw him going down and close the main iron gate. 

 

Anju by now had moved a bit with her eyes still scanning the floor.

 

Vicky reached behind her and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.  She shivered. 

 

He said “happy holi” softly in her ear and licked her ear lobe. 

 

She wanted to run but her feet would not move.

 

She wanted to push him away but the hands will not rise.

 

She wanted to wriggle out but body would not move.

 

It was as if the body had decided to go for the pleasures on offer.

 

The assault on the nape continued which made her weak in her knees by the second.  For good measure he attacked her boobies with a gentle massage.  She knodded her head in negative but did not move away or push him away.  The master was weaving his magic on her boobs.  Her ass pushed back to meet his crotch.  Just as he would have gone for the kill the iron door squeaked bringing both the adults out of their trance. 

 

Rohan got a few neighbouring kids to play with Vicky Bhaiya.

 

Had Rohan been an adult – Vicky would have killed him for spoiling his chance.  He played with the kids for a few minutes and left for home without much interaction with Anju.

 

He did not call her or visit her for a few days. 

 

In the meantime a girl named Heena had joined his office to man the reception.  She was not on the regular company rolls but the position was outsourced.  She was a young beautiful girl. Had great features. Didn’t have very big boobs or big round ass but on the whole she had a great figure.  Very soon he would see guys going more often to the reception. He would laugh it off.  Within a few days she learnt that Vicky was very close to the higher ups and hence she was extra courteous to him.

 

One week after Holi Anju came to visit them.  Her ankle was fine then and she could move freely. Rohan had gone back to college as the new session was about to start.

 

It was a regular courtesy visit by her.  His parents enquired about her foot and Rohan and about her husband’s return.  She told them that the ankle was fine. Rohan was back to boarding college and her husband would return after a couple of months only owing to work pressures.  While talking about her husband’s return she looked at Vicky with a smile.

 

She then queried Vicky “teri exercises chal rahin hai ya nahin” (are you continuing with the morning exercises)

 

“haan’ (yes) came a short reply.

 

“Mujhe sikhaana bhool gaya” (you have forgot teaching me) she asked.

 

“aapko chot lagi thee isliye nahin kaha” (you were injured hence did not tell) he replied a perfectly acceptable answer in front of parents.

 

“Kal kitne baje” (what time tomorrow) asked the lady.

 

“6am” pat came the reply.

 

He continued “koi mat ya moti chaddar le aana – abhi ankle ki exercise kam karenge” (bring a mat or sheet – will do less of ankle exercises)

 

Again a perfectly acceptable statement to all not knowing Holi incident.

 

“Ok Guruji”

 

All laughed.

 

“Kahe ka guruji – guru dakshina toh dete nahin” (teacher for what – you don’t pay fees)

 

All laughed again at his remark. All enjoyed the banter.

 

“woh bhi mil jaayegi” (will get the fees) she smiled back.

 

After having dinner at their place, she left for her home.  She had come in an auto.  Vicky and his mother went to drop her in their car.

 

Sharp at 6am she was there.  Vicky saw her and he could look no further. 

 

She was wearing a track pant (upto her calf) only made to outline the came toe and her panty line.

 

To cover the northern assets she was wearing a thin jacket which hid one very tight top encasing the mammaries.  The hair were loosely held in a knot leaving the beautiful neck uncovered from the stares.  She was wearing a short sock (upto ankle) with sport shoes completing the set.

 

For his viewing pleasure the zip of the jacket was open till navel to see the flame red short top.  She wanted to show, he wanted to see. 

 

He had known the park like back of the hand.  He took her to a secluded spot (secluded enough to touch but not fuck).  The mat was spread on the grass.  It was about 25 mtrs from the jogging track and well covered by trees.  Very professionally he told her that since she had hurt her ankle recently, they would focus on exercises that do not strain the ankle much.

 

Dutifully she spread the mat on the floor. 

 

Vicky first made her sit in the “Padmaasan” position of yoga and made her do the “Praanayaam”.  As she sat in Padma-aasan, she gave him unhindered view of her vaginal stretch behind the tight track pants.  She was doing the breathing exercise but for Vicky she was breathing heavy deliberately. After a couple of sessions she discarded the jacket and there was she in her full glory.  The red top and light coloured track pant looked great on the luscious body.

 

Now that the jacket was off he could see a very delicious cleavage forming a valley between the twin peaks of glory.  He could not track any bra lines underneath and it seemed that she was wearing nothing underneath.  She had come prepared for being hot.  He knew how to handle hot women.

 

He then taught her stretching exercise while being horizontal.  This was a great chance for her to showcase her ass globes to him.  He did not mind lechering at them.  She then kneeled down and leaned forward to accentuate the ass globes.  Not the one to miss out he moved in front of her to have a great view of the cleavage.  His piston made a great pole in his track pants but he was not bothered to hide it.  Infact at one point of time, she lifted her head to look straight at his cock tent.

 

She was enjoying the teasing exercises.  She then decided to increase the teasing quotient.  She stood tall and then leaned forward to touch the ground with her hands and forming an inverted V with her hands and legs being the sides of the inverted V.  It meant that at the highest point that ass globes were the proud showpiece.  He knew what she was doing.  He held her by the hips to straighten the legs and then press the ass globes only to be met by mock anger of Anju.

 

She said “kya kar rahe ho” (what are you doing)

 

“Aapko kya lagta hai” (what do you think)

 

She could not answer back but said “mat karo” (don’t do)

 

He did not say anything but again repeated the process.

 

She looked at him, still in same position, only glares exchanged. 

 

Vicky went aside to sit at some distance and did not talk to her.  She completed her routine and came close to him.  He was looking at an old fort that stands within the District Park.  Not a very big one but good enough to entice interest and looks over the lake of the park.

 

She initiated the talk “wahaan chalen” (shall we go there) pointing to the fort ruins.

 

He knodded and off they went.

 

The stairs to the top were very dicey and one could go only in single file.  He was right behind her ogling at the ass globes.  He knew that place very well.  Had been there with many girlfriends, many times.  As they reached the top, she saw a very good panaromic view of the park.  The sprawling open grounds, mud hills with trees in distance, green belt comprising of bushes and trees on her left.  As she drank in the scenery, he held her hand and took her around the fort and then towards the green belt. 

 

If you face the fort from the lake, there is this green belt on your right hand side which leads to the rose garden and cricket ground near the IIT, Delhi road.  Those who have been to district park will understand the location.  The thick cover is a perfect spot for lovers.  Many used to enter from the Rose Garden side to find some space for themselves in the green belt.

 

They were carrying the mat and Vicky spread it in the exclusive corner where he had brought many a girlfriends and screwed them.  It was about 20mts from a walkers trail path and was well secluded from the sides.  As they went in and spread the mat, Vickly pounced on her and started kissing her.  She wanted to show who is the boss and tried to push him.  He was too strong for her and he knew it was nothing more than a token resistance.  The token resistance was as firm as a politician’s promise.  

 

A few meters from them a male dog in heat was trying to get on top of a bitch.  She too was playing hard to get card.  The male dog and the male human looked at each other for a second and went back to their respective jobs at hand.  The token resistance of bitches in heat of two separate species gave away.  Vicky was now kissing Anju like no end and mauling her boobs and ass globes. She loved the rough touches.  The bitch was also now loving the licking of her love nest by the male dog. 

 

Off went the top and the track pant was pushed to the ankles. The boobs were hanging like ripe fruits.  He pinched the nipples, rubbed and massaged the boobs, tweaked them, licked them, gave love bites of them, sucked them.  Her husband too loved her boobs and ass but the boy was master at it.  He was reading her mind and did whatever she wanted him to do to her. 

 

One swift motion and the human bitch was on her all fours with Vicky positioning his cock on her ample posterior charms. 

 

One swift motion and the male dog was pounding the bitch in famous doggy style.

 

Stroke by stroke both male mammals were building up the momentum.

 

Stroke by stroke the cock was going in.  The dog didn’t have fingers to finger fuck which human did to his mate in heat.  The couple of fingers played with the pussy of its mate and double penetration did do wonders to her.  The fingers played with the pussy walls and gave her an exotic pleasure.  She secreted a bit of love juices from her pussy, wetting his digits.  This love juice was spread on the cock.  She was wet – all ready for the insertions.

 

Two species of mammals having same need and here humans copied the dog’s style.

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As the tool inched its way in – the enormity hit her just like many others.  It was too big for her, she had not seen it.  It was way big for eyes but humongous for the asshole.  She felt that her asshole would rip apart.

 

The ass was wriggling in a simple harmonic motion.  The cock was going in and coming out in a much practiced movement.  She was grunting but holding back the sound of the moans to not to arouse interest from passers by.  She was excreting love juices, the scent of which was making the dog interested.  The doggy style with naked ass globes and the sexual heat had made dog focus them a bit more.  The bitch and male were tied in the knot by then.  The sexual motion period had given way to the rest sexual period.

 

Not detailing the act to avoid repetition.

 

She came, came and came.  She had never cummed like this in her life.  The boy was yet to cum, he continued pounding her, holding her in his favourite position of riding a horse.  She was ecstatic.  In some distance she could hear sounds of some people walking through via the trail.   She was afraid of someone coming there.  On the same hand she was at point of no return.

 

She wanted him to continue and he continued obliging.  That day he fucked her missionary style as well.

 

As they disengaged for the day, so did the canines.  The male canine came close to her to smell her.  By then she was decently covered.  However the smell made him interested and he brought its nose closer to the love nest.  Vicky was standing a couple of meters away and was laughing hysterically.  She looked at Vicky for help.  The act of dog was enticing for her.

 

Vicky shooed away the dog.

 

They picked up the mat but the dog followed them for quite some time. 

 

He reached home and went to office and got a call from Anju on his cell.

 

“Hi”

 

“Hi”

 

“Main bol rahi hoon” (its me) said Anju

 

“kya haal chaal” (how r u)

 

“theek hoon” (fine)

 

“dard nahin ho raha” (isn’t it paining) he asked.

 

“kya” (what) she acted innocent.

 

“batana padega” (will have to tell?) he said.

 

“thoda bahut” (a bit)

 

“only a bit?” he exclaimed.

 

“zyaada der karte toh zyaada dar hota” (if we had done more it would have hurt more) she chuckled.

 

“agli baar sahi” (next time sure)

 

“pakka” (promise) she asked.

 

“mera hatiyaar pasand aa gaya hai’ (you liked my tool) he said.

 

“abhi toh dekha bhi nahin” (I have not even seen it) she said.

 

“haan bagair dekhe hee andar le liya” (you took it in without even seeing).

 

She laughed.

 

“kal kitne baje” (what time tomorrow) asked the wanton slut.

 

“subah nahin – kal ek telecon hai, subah office jaldi pahunchna hai – 3.30pm will come to your home” (morning no – have a telecon at office early morning – will reach your place by 3.30pm)

 

“pakka” (promise) said she

 

“pakka aur dard bhi karwa doonga” (promise and I will make it hurt as well)

 

The next morning he reached office at 6.30am. Office had made all arrangements. It was a very long telecon.  His parents didn’t know of the early return part.  For them he was to return at the usual time only.

 

He reached Anju’s home right on the dot and pressed the doorbell at 3.30pm.  The wanton slut had got her maid to go home early.  She was waiting for him. The door opened, he liked what he saw.  The lady was dressed for the occasion.

 

She wore a simple ladies pyjama and a top.  Easy to remove and no time to waste.

 

He closed the door behind him and went for the attack.  For good 7-8 minutes he kissed her with her back on the main wooden door. The kissing was very passionate.  Both tongues licked each other clean and licked each other lips’ as well. The lady had her tryst with a fare share of men and the young man had his own harem of quite desireable ladies.  It was a very good match with each one out to extract best from each other.  The lower lip and upper lips were licked clean of any thing they may have had.  The kissing was following some sort of pattern it started out pretty violently and then petered out. After some soft smooching they again picked up the momentum.  The boobs were mercilessly pressed and kneaded.  His hands also kneaded the ass globes.   She on the other hand reached out for his cock and pressed it over his trousers. 

 

As they broke away panting for breath, they attacked each others clothes and within a few seconds flat the two sets of clothes were on the floor and Anju ran naked towards her bedroom.  Vicky was not going to be left behind and he too followed her.  She tried to playfully close the door of the bedroom (much against her heart & mind) but Vicky was too quick to allow it to happen and reached inside.  She went to a corner and tried to be away from Vicky.  It was a game of cat and mouse.  The room was pretty big and the bed was not aligned to any edge which meant it can room for movement on all the four sides.  Around a couple of feet worth of room at the headside.  She reached the far end of the bed and as he tried to come close to her she moved to the other side.  Vicky got up to reach the centre of the bed and stood their proudly. He was in his birthday suit apart from the socks.  The tool was hanging and dangling proudly. Him standing on the bed and Anju on the floor meant that the lady was seeing it at her eye level.  She was just mesimerized.  It was too big.

 

It felt very big in her ass but now seeing the enormity of what had hit her inside she understood why she enjoyed the tool.

 

The boobs were jumping in all directions when she was running around the bed causing the tool to awake from its slumber.  The boobs were trying to fly to glory but held back by some mechanism.  She had very little bush and loved shaving it perhaps.  The boobs were big and had light brown aerolas and nippies.  The skin was glowing and Vicky had felt it earlier was like silk.  The wavy hair strands running across her face were looking magical.  As she stood mesimerised by the semi conscious piston she had her hands of her hips and involuntarily licked her lips. 

 

As Vicky moved towards her from the centre of the bed position, the wanton slut in her moved forward. She was in trance after seeing the tool, much as so many before her and many more to come.  He went close to her and patted gently on her head and moved his hand on her head as one does to a pet.  These subtle gestures had defined his domination.  Very gently she moved her head forward and planted a soft kiss on the tool head with her hand moving to grasp the base of the tool. 

 

She was standing one the floor and he was on the bed.  Gradually the natural course took over and she opened her mouth and the hand started the up and down movements.  The big intruder, quite bigger than her husband’s, found its way in her mouth and she started the sucking the huge tool.  It was very difficult for her to accommodate the tool head but still she had managed to adjust somehow.  After a few attempts she managed to suck it a bit nicely.  Was able to take in about 4 inches worth of meat in but smoked it pretty nicely.  She had smoked a few cocks.  The remainder of the cock was being serviced by the hand.  She was using a good combination of tongue and general sucking in to service the tool.  It was a very good way of doing it.  He was enjoying it. 

 

After a few minutes she apparently got tired of stroking and smoking but did not get tired of holding it.  Vicky got down to his knees and then they were a bit similar in height.  He then embraced her and played with her boobs.  She tried to kiss him but he avoided it.  He then led her to the bathroom and made clean her mouth and as she did he kissed her with some serious passion.  The passion was too much to be resisted by her.  She didn’t want to resist it either.

 

 

He sat on the commode seat (with the lid down) and rubbed some soap on his tool which was rock hard as expected.  She came forward to meet him and match the love making.  Vicky was seated and she had to had her legs on either side of him and outside of his legs.  She moved her pussy down to meet the tip of the cock.  After a few trys she felt tired and helpless as the position was not very comfortable for her and the pussy was not gripping the tool very nicely.  For him though the position was good as the boobs hit his face nicely but for the intercourse it was not very conducive.

 

Suddenly both were looking at each other due to the uncomfortable predicament that they were in. 

 

Necessity is the mother of invention.

 

The wanton slut brought two very small plastic stools and placed them at the either side of his leg.  This meant she could stretch a bit easily and control her movements better.  With a better grip on the handle on the adjacent wall for hanging towels etc, she could force herself on his tool with more vigour and make it hit her hard deep inside.  Vicky was also happy since her full bossom hit his face quite regularly and he could also control her movements by holding her from the waist. 

 

Sometimes he would make her go slow to lick and suck her boobs.

 

Sometimes he would let her hit him with her lovely juicy pillows.

 

To complement her movement, he decided to put a finger in her anus.  Such swift was the movement of his hands that he caught her offguard and startled her.  As she realized the import of the double penetration, she started enjoying it further.

 

Gradually the momentum increased with both trying to match each other’s movement.  The crotch came up to meet the other crotch’s downward journey. The gravity was having its effect with the tool hitting her deep inside.  It was much better than on the bed, though a bit uncomfortable, since she was being touched at places untouched hitherto.

 

In the excitement of the forbidden act, she came quite soon.  The moment was one to savour as she stopped during cumming with her boobs right on his face.  He nibbled on the nipples and shook her boobs from side to side.

 

Vicky was not done as yet.  He got up from the commode seat and sat on the floor near the bath tub.  He switched on the hand held shower and made his tool wet.  After she had recovered from the after effects of an orgasm, she looked at him only to find him looking at her with a look asking her to join him there.

 

She was ever willing.  One nod of the head and she picked up the soap bar.  As if a natural reaction, she started rubbing soap bar on the big tool.   A bit of water and soap rubs ensured some decent lather formation on his piston.  He then indicated her to sit anal down on the cock and thus the anal fucking started.  15 minutes of gravity assisted anal screwing ensured that both cummed at the same time.

 

Since there is nothing new in this form of screwing hence not detailing it.

 

For those 2.5hours they fucked like rabbits. 

 

For a few weeks more they fucked liked rabbits.  There schedule started with the morning fuck in the secluded spot in the District Park, with sessions at her home and at his also as per convenience.

 

After sometime her husband came back and the chances reduced but did not eliminate. She too joined in a huge harem of his.

 

It was sometime in end May or early June that year that one of his friends told him of the young call girl he managed to screw and how easily it was available.  The girl was pretty young and innocent.  Vicky had his own harem to take care of and hence he did not bother much.

 

By July that year, Honey also came to Delhi to join a college.  She joined a college in South Campus and stayed in rented accommodation nearby.  This meant she was quite close to Vicky’s place. (about 2-3km).  This also meant he had a reandevous with Honey and her mother.

 

In the meantime the new receptionist Heena had learnt of Vicky’s position in the organization and his ability to influence HR in taking staff.  Since Heena was on off-company rolls (third party payroll) she wanted to move to payrolls of the big company.  She thought that she can get it done by influencing Vicky.

 

One day she met Vicky in the parking area and spoke about the interest in moving to regular payrolls. Vicky was sympathetic but was clever enough to not to commit. 

 

She said “Vicky agar tum yeh karwa do – toh hum friends ban sakte hain” (if you can get it done, we can be friends)

 

Vicky could see the game and said “hum abhi friends nahin hain kya” (aren’t we friends now)

 

She said “aap samajhte toh ho” (you understand)

 

“Nahin main nahin samajhta” (no I don’t understand) he said

 

She gave him a known smile and went away.

 

Vicky didn’t want anyone to tarnish his professional reputation and hence did not talk to Heena for some time.

 

By August end, the same friend (not from his office) met Vicky and again started story about his exploits. This time round he had a photo of the call girl he had screwed.

 

He emailed it to Vicky.

 

One day it was a very long and tiring day at the office. The cab was late and he had some time to kill. Out of no where he remembered his friends talk about the call girl and opened his mail id meant for such content only.

 

He found that he had sent some mails. One of the mails had a few photographs. It seemed the chap had taken liking to screwing call girls big time. Vicky thought he was so lucky to have a harem of divine beauties for himself and did not have to turn to call girls.

 

Vicky was seeing the photos. They gave an impression of primarily being of the college going girls.

 

The second last photograph made him smile.

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We will visit the photograph in tandem with the episode unfolding now.

 

His father’s good name had always helped him. Many a times the mere mention of his father would raise his reputation by a few notches. He was a man of impeccable character and unimpeachable integrity. Such was his stature that the local MLA and MLC also used to take his advice on the issues pertaining to social welfare. 

 

However, this time round, unknowingly, his father landed a damsel right in Vicky’s arms.

 

Sometime in early September that year his father and mother were coming from a relative’s place.  It was raining in the evening and hence the visibility was pretty poor. His father was driving their Zen. It was at pretty slow speed, somewhere around 20-25km only.  A few children were riding their bicycles in rains and enjoying the wet weather. Suddenly one of the kids lost balance and fell right in front of the car and hurt himself.  Though his father had applied brakes immediately but the slippery nature of roads and the suddenness of the incident meant that the kid got hurt.

 

The incident did not happen much far from their home and hence Vicky’s parents brought the kid home and administered first aid.  Took him to dispensary and got the anti-tetanus injection done.  The other kids brought the bicycle to Vicky’s house and left.  He was not badly hurt but yes there was bleeding from a couple of points on his elbow and knee.  Vicky’s father asked him his residence phone number.  He called his parents and explained them what had happened and asked them to come to their place to take the kid back. Kid’s name was Rahul.  Both the parents were happy to learn that the first aid has been administered and the kid was taken care of. By the time they reached Vicky’s residence, Rahul was enjoying a hearty meal.

 

The doorbell made the usual ding-dong sound, he went down to open the staircase door.  Stood in front of him Rahul parents, enquiring about his father and confirming the address.  He welcomed them in and led them to their house upstairs.  Vicky led the troops followed by the man and then the lady.  He ushered them in and straightaway they looked at the wounds and the bandage and the meal being enjoyed by the kid. His father apologized and explained how it happened. To his credit, Rahul admitted that he had slipped at a crucial time making the braking much more difficult. Since there was no major injury, everyone was happy.  His mother prepared tea for the couple and it was a pleasant mood all round. His father introduced Vicky to the couple and they were impressed by his credentials of being DCE and FMS alumunus. 

 

Rahul’s father was working with External Affairs ministry and was due for overseas assignment in an African country. He was not interested in taking his family there for obvious reasons.  He had made arrangements to ensure that the government accommodation they were staying in continues even when he is out of country.  Rahul was their only child.  The man was about five feet four inches in height and of slight built.  He did have a thick crop on his head but the face betrayed the advancing years. 

 

Now we come to the damsel.  She was nothing short of a babe.  The family belonged to Himachal and true to the tradition the lady was pretty fair coloured. She was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez hiding the treasures but Vicky could make out from the broad contours that the god has been kind in distributing assets to her. One movement tightening the kameez on her bossom gave him that impression. He had by now observed, tasted, mauled, abused a hell lot of them to firm up the correct opinion.  The posterior asset value was confirmed at the time of departure.  She had married early and Rahul was born one year after the marriage. He was in Class IX, meaning about 14years.  Equating it with early marriage translated the age of lady, Mrs Kalia (Brahmins of north) with maiden name of Bhawna, to be around 36-37 years.  At the max 38. Ripe old age for a female at the height of her sexual desires.

 

Before leaving, Rahul managed to lay his eyes on Vicky’s Cricket Kit Bag.  He was overjoyed as he too was a cricket fanatic.  He pulled out the original Slazenger (remember bats with a V sign in front and black leopard / cheetah on back, used by Viv Richards a lot) and BDM bats and was impressed with the kit overall.  A few shadow practice shots brought smiles to all present.  When Rahul’s father enquired about the level Vicky played, response from his father of him having played at University level and beyond impressed everyone.

 

The kid asked him “Bhaiya mujhe sikhaoge” (will you teach me)

 

Vicky smiled and said yes.

 

Mrs Kalia said “isko padha diya karo” (you teach him)

 

Before he could say anything his father intervened which opened gates for him.  “regular tuitions toh mushkil hai, haan hafte mein 1-2 din aake review kar lega” (regular tuitions not possible but he can come and review once or twice a week)

 

Both the parents smiled.

 

A week after this incident they invited Vicky and his family to a dinner where Mr Kalia broke the news of his transfer. 

 

Vicky and his parents reached their residence at the anointed time.

 

Mr Kalia opened the door and let them in. The kid was overjoyed to find Vicky Bhaiya there and started off with some talk on cricket stars. Everyone smiled.

 

Mrs Kalia was getting ready and after about 5-7 minutes she entered the room.  Boy was she looking beautiful.  She was wearing a simple saree with a normal sleeveless blouse.  Not too deep cut from front and back but the beauty was in simplicity.  The glowing fair skin was in contrast with the dark coloured attire.  Light make up did wonders to her pretty face.  Vicky noted the curves on her body and saw that the boobs did their best to obey the limits of the blouse but were failing miserably. The lacy bra was too helping the blouse to keep the big balloons in check.  The saree was worn a bit tight around the ass and he could make out the full rounded ass.  She was not in the league of Mrs Kapoor but definitely in league of his friends’ Maami.  He made a note of her assets.

 

The dinner ended with pleasantaries all round and reminder of review of Rahul’s performance by Mr Kalia and a request from him to take care of his family in his absence since most of his relatives were based in interiors of Himachal Pradesh which would mean that it will take them no less than 12hrs to reach Delhi.  Vicky’s parents nodded in affirmative.

 

Post dinner they went back home. All were happy, Mr Kalia for knowing there was someone to look after his family.  Vicky’s parents were generally happy to interact with a good family, Rahul was happy to learn that his Vicky bhaiya will teach him cricket as well, Bhawna was happy in general with safety of knowledge of one good family to bank on in times of need.  Vicky was happy for obvious reasons.

 

Mr Kalia got transferred and went to Africa.

 

In the meantime Vicky asked his friend venturing into the territory of the call girls to set one for him as well.  He said that though he has fucked quite a few but he wanted to pay for it once as well.

 

His friend smiled and said ok and asked him which one.  He told him of his preference for the second last photograph and told him to not to tell her his real name.

 

He agreed.

 

As per the friend the girl’s name was Sonia, Vicky smiled.

 

He asked “hans kyon raha hai” (why are you laughing)

 

Vicky replied “yeh uska nakli naam hoga” (must be a false name)

 

He too agreed again.

 

Vicky’s parents were going for one day out of town on the coming weekend. Vicky decided to use the opportunity to good effect.

 

By now Vicky’s flat in Dwarka was ready. In fact they had moved some extra furniture like a single bed etc to that house.  It had the fans and other things required for basic necessities in place.  Vicky decided to use it to full effect.

 

Vicky was to meet her at some shopping mall in West Delhi and was to take her to his Dwarka flat for some lovemaking.  She was thinking it to be a short affair that he would end like others in one hour. Little did she know that “Manoj” she was meeting today was someone special.

 

Vicky’s friend who set it up named Anuj was also there at the Mall and was sitting with “Sonia” at the coffee shop. It was thought that it would be better if they could meet at a public place and go from thereon. 

 

Vicky called up Anuj from his cell and asked him to tell Sonia that “Manoj” would join her in 2 minutes and will be wearing a blue jeans and a white t-shirt.  Sonia agreed and Anuj left.

 

Sonia was looking around anxiously just hoping no one recognizes her there. Especially those, whom she had serviced in the past.  Vicky approached her from behind and said “Hi Sonia its Manoj”

                                                                    

Sonia turned her face and looked at Manoj and turned pale.

 

She started sweating in the Air Conditioned environment.

 

Manoj for her was Vicky for the world and Sonia for the clients was none other than Heena at Vicky’s office reception.

 

She could not speak for quite some time.

 

It was after almost 5 minutes that Vicky started the small talk.

 

“Kya hua” (what happened)

 

She did not respond.

 

He came closer to her. To the outside world it was a case of boyfriend and girlfriend sitting together and talking sweet nothings.

 

He came close to her face and planted a soft kiss.

 

She did not respond. How could she.

 

He again planted a kiss on her cheek, but a bit longer one.

 

She still did not respond.

 

He held her by the shoulder and indicated to her to get up without making any scene.  She got up.  He still had his arm around her shoulder and they moved out. She was wearing a top with noodle straps and a skirt finishing a couple of inches above the knee.  It was a black skirt and light coloured top combination.  The skirt accentuated the ass curves in a nice way and the noodle straps showed hell lot of slender and feminine shoulders.  He guided her to his car and off they went towards Dwarka. He called up Anuj and told that Sonia is with him and thanked him.

 

Heena thanked him deep down for not taking her real name in front of his friend.

 

It was about 1130am that they had met and by 12noon they were near the society where Vicky had the flat ready.  He would have loved to devour Heena full night but he had plans that night.  It was the night with Khan ladies, Sadaf, Tina and their mother. It was booked the day he came to know of his parents’ out of town visit.  Unknown to him, Sadaf had called her hot cousin Arshiya (Aashi) from Green Park.

 

The chowkidar recognized Vicky as he had come to this flat with a few hotties earlier as well. Every such visit made the chowkidar richer by Rs 50/-.  Vicky indicated Heena to cover her face.  She followed the instructions.  The society was hardly occupied with occupancy rates less than 15%.  Those days Dwarka was not still so accessible via public transport.  There was only one occupant in the four bedroom flat section where Vicky had the flat.

 

As he parked the car in the ample parking lot, Heena got down and followed Vicky. She was still silent but less tense now.

 

Vicky opened the locks and they entered the house. It had a smell which results from non ventilation over a long period of time.  Vicky opened all the windows and switched on the fans.  On the way he had made arrangements for water and liquid diet and something to eat as well.

 

After about 15-20mins when the smell had vanished, he closed the main door.  All the while Heena was avoiding eye contact with him and looking around the house and appreciated the duplex house.  It had four bedrooms, one servant room, one study, one puja room, drawing, dining, three stores. Every room had attached washroom and huge balconies.  It was very well ventilated and had ample provisions of natural lighting.  The big terrace balcony opened to a very big ground with a lot of trees.  She wished having such a house of her own or best that of her husband.

 

As the door closed it was time for some serious action and talk.  The time of reckoning had come for her.

 

Vicky sad “toh” (so)

 

She had found her voice by now and said “toh” (so). She was trying to act confident in front of Vicky and was trying to wriggle her way out of the mess.  Little did she know of his confidence and prowess in sex.

 

It was a case of who blinks first.

 

Vicky didn’t blink but said “Anuj ne teri bahut hot picture bheji thee” (Anuj had sent a very hot photo of yours)

 

Heena had to blink now.

 

She did and said “Vicky please kisi aur ko mat batana” (please don’t tell anyone else)

 

She continued “tum jo kahoge karoongi” (will do whatever you say)

 

Vicky was enjoying it now, he said “kahoge karoongi offer mein kya kya aata hai” (what all is covered in offer whatever you say) and smiled.

 

“Tum jab kahoge tumhaarey paas aaoogni” (will come to you whenever you say) she said.

 

“paas aake kya karogi” (what will you do after you come to me) he implored.

 

“jo tum kaho, jaise tum kaho” (what you say, how you say) she replied.

 

“kya karogi’ (what will you do) he queried further.

 

She said “Sex”

 

He smiled and asked her to come to him.

 

She did.

 

One finger movement by him and off went the skirt and came into view a beautiful red lacy panty. 

 

Another movement indicated to remove the top which she did. Since it was a noodle strap top, she wore the bra with straps only towards the back.

 

The python had woken up by then and she looked at the formidable tent being formed. 

 

Another couple of motions got rid of bra and panty and got her in the birthday suit.  The pussy was well shaven and had only one thin line of hair.  It was done and maintained by an expert.  The boobs were good sized and had brown shade of aerolas and nipples.  The nipples were erect in anticipation and looked big on the boobs as observed by Vicky earlier in office as well.

He made her turn around with her ass towards him. Even the ass looked much fuller than when she joined.  Seemed it did get its fair share of pounding.

 

Beyond the boundary of the society compound and In front of the big balcony adjoining the drawing room (Vicky and Heena were in the drawing room) was a very big ground.  Since it was afternoon there was hardly anybody. More likely to be completely empty. 

 

The ground had trees planted all around its boundary.  The trees had not grown to the maximum but still provided some semblance of partition from the prying eyes in the ground.  One labourer Ramu was sitting under the shade of one of the trees after a hard morning’s work of weeding out unwanted grass. 

 

Heena came close to Vicky in the hope of start of love making. 

 

He had some other ideas.

 

He asked her to go and stand in the balcony.  She looked at him giving her a look of someone will see. 

 

He understood her predicament and said “koi nahin hai yahan. Is complex mein is side koi nahin hai” (no one is here. None in the complex on this side)

 

She listened obediently and started to move towards the balcony but stopped when Vicky said “khud toh nangi ho gayi, main kya jeans phadkar chodunga” (you have become naked, would I screw with cock tearing the jeans)

 

She liked the vulgar language but pretended to not to and moved towards him.

 

“Chal ab meri t-shirt utaar” (now take off my t-shirt) he commanded.

 

She came close to him and pulled off his t-shirt with his help. 

 

Also went away the vest.

 

He was now topless as her but only he was not in birthday suit like her.

 

He stood and asked her to open the belt.  She did it in anticipation. The python was also quite awake with the images of nude beauty sent by the brain.  This made the tent in the jeans look quite formidable.  With tentative hands she unbuckled the belt and opened the jeans button and stopped. He asked her to complete the job.  With slightly trembling hands she pulled down the zip fastener causing the python in the underwear to push the underwear fabric a bit out.  The protruded movement of the tool was not lost on Heena and her quick look on his python was not lost on Vicky either. 

 

He helped her to pull the jeans down and he stepped out of the heap on the floor.  He was now only one garment away from joining Heena in birthday suit.

 

Heena was transfixed looking at the bulge.

 

As if a kid wanted to uncover the present, she pulled down the underwear in one swift motion and was waiting for the order to devour it.  It was as if a bowl of meat is put before an obedient dog who wants to eat it all up but is waiting the signal from his master. Everything else was quite similar but here we had a bitch in the heat.

 

Now he signaled her to remove the final frontier.  The bitch in heat was ready for it.

 

Inch by inch the underwear started the southern journey.  With an effort she moved the underwear a bit forward to come down from the tool.  Bulb or knob of the tool was the first thing she saw.  Good and big enough to mesimerise her.  A few more inches came to view one by one and after about 10 seconds the underwear kissed the floor. She was transfixed to it. Her eyes were fixed on the target.  She just could not believe what was in front of her.  She had seen many and taken in many a cock but this was so different and big.  It was much thicker and that much longer than anything else. The sight of veins running along the length gave it a very healthy and strong look.  Involuntarily the hand encircled the base. Her soft hands were straining to cover the base.  The face started the journey to kiss the tool. When she was millimeters from it, Vicky pushed her face back and told her to go to the balcony.

 

She wanted to kick him for doing this to her but could not do so and then grudgingly moved towards the balcony.  She stretched her arms over her head and then moved them back to make the boobs thrust forward.

 

Ramu, the labourer sitting in the ground in front of the society just could not believe his luck.  The beautiful Heena with gorgeous figure was in front of him (albeit at a fair distance) and doing a bit of stretching in her birthday suit.  The light breeze was blowing her hair over her face and giving even more erotic look to the poor labourer.  His cock rose and he started pumping it over his lungi and loose underwear.

 

Heena in the meantime had started enjoying the naked journey in the balcony and could make out some human form in general direction of where Ramu was resting.  On seeing the human form she panicked at first but then decided to give someone a feast for his eyes. The slut in her who had abandoned her on seeing someone who knew her as Heena rather than Sonia was now back in full flow after the unwrapping of Vicky and her naked sojourn.  She gradually started gyrating to a rhythm and made some lewd gestures towards the direction of Ramu.  Ramu just could not believe his luck that the damsel was looking at him for some fun.  The red blooded male was ever ready to service the lady in this hour. Knowing fully well that the society is very thinly populated, he decided not to miss out on the platinum rated opportunity and got up to go towards her.  After walking a few paces towards the society building, he looked up only to find the babe of her dreams getting away from him.  One, tall young man, presumably naked, since he too was topless, as Ramu could see, came and stood behind her.

 

Both the youngsters laughed as the man cupped her boobs in his gigantic hands and mauled them.  The mauling made her shriek.  He continued to kiss the nape of her neck and pinched the nippies.  He made the girl to rest her hands on the balcony railing and put some spit on his hand and it looked as it he massaged his tool with it. 

 

He started very violently as he gave quite a few powerful thrusts.  Heena wanted to get fucked by his big cock but even she was not prepared for the sheer size of the piston.  Powerful thrusts made the tool find its way inside the small asshole. Though the asshole had welcomed a lot of visitors in past few months giving a more rounded shape to the ass due to the continued penetration but this was something special. 

 

Heena said “Vicky dheere dard hota hai” (Vicky go slow it hurts)

 

Vicky “kyon itno mein itna bada kisi ka nahin thaa” (why wasn’t tool of anyone that big of the so many you had seen & taken)

 

Very sheepishly she could say “hmmmm”

 

Vicky knew she was also feeling the pain which so many had endured before her.  He decided to go slow much to delight of Heena and Ramu, but for different reasons.  Heena was happy since it was far less painful now and Ramu was happy since the scene would be prolonged.

Inch by inch it went in. The asshole walls adjusted for the new incumbent and decided to welcome it with open arms (rather walls). 

 

Heena had tears formed in her eyes as she felt the enormous pain.  She thought that the asshole was about to be ripped apart.  Vicky had seen this scene unfold in front of him many a times and knew how to proceed.  He allowed the tool to stay put in her ass and rest for a while as she got adjusted to the intruder.

 

Not going into details of anal fucking for want of repetition.

 

Ramu in the meanwhile was seeing the pain on Heena’s face and could make out that the boy is screwing her hard. He was a bit amazed that there had been no furious motion of penetration but still Heena was in pain.  He thought that the tool must be big then for it to cause such pain.  As Heena was leaning forward on the balcony railing, the boobs were not clearly visible as earlier to Ramu but he was devouring what was on display.

 

Vicky in the meanwhile had also leaned forward and planted a few wet kisses on her shoulders and massaged her boobs causing Heena to close her eyes and lean back on Vicky.  The sight of full boobs of Heena brought immense pleasure to Ramu as stroked himself to glory and ejaculation.

 

One swift motion, Vicky lifted Heena’s legs and placed her feet on the balcony railings with his cock still parked in her ass.  She was holding him with her arms crossed behind his head and both were intertwined in a luscious lip lock.  She admired his skills in kissing department as well. 

 

She thanked her stars for such a lover and Ramu thanked his for such a scene.

 

Her feet were on the balcony railings (the balcony had a smallish wall, of designer poles of about 2.5feet topped by iron railing running on the balcony wall), knees bent up and the ass globes resting on his cock fixed to her hole. Gravitational push made it slip in a few centimeters more.  For Vicky, Heena was weightless.  He held her by her thighs and started the motion. Heena was being treated like a toy and she was enjoying it to the hilt.  The cock was now hitting her unchartered territories. It was reaching and hitting where no one could ever reach.  Though it was hurting but it was giving her a lot of pleasure as well.  Vicky moved her head towards him and started kissing her deep, one hand was mauling the boobs and the other was fingering the pussy.

 

All the thought of decency and worry of anyone looking was thrown out of the balcony as the sexual onslaught started peaking.  He knew how the play with boobs with special focus on the nippies and soft massage.  The digits penetrated her pussy with gusto and the finger movement was creating magic in her.  The tool in her ass completed the double penetration.  Such was the eroticity of the whole act that Heena exploded within no time and got one of her most powerful orgasms ever. She came in buckets and wetted his fingers big time.  He though was quite a bit away from his orgasm and continued fucking her ass.  The love juices were spread on her body. 

 

On the ground below, Ramu was busy in dirtying his dhoti by his semen.  He had cummed twice within a short time. 

 

Vicky increased the force of his hits.  The rock hard piston was hitting deep in her love engine. The strokes had by now increased to furious levels. The summer months ensured that a thin sheet of sweat was formed on the two intertwined bodies. Dropes of sweat were falling on the floor. 

 

Ten more minutes of heavy duty pounding in her ass made life difficult for both her and Ramu.  Ramu just could not handle the display in front of his eyes and admired Vicky’s stamina & strength.

 

Heena also was finding it difficult to continue as it was hurting her but like Ramu she too admired his stamina and strength.

 

Suddenly the pounding became even faster indicating impending orgasm of Vicky. The thick white fluid flooded her asshole and love juices due the next orgasm of the day flooded her pussy.

 

Ramu also did his bit in dirtying clothes. 

 

Vicky made Heena stand on the floor and continued kissing her for some time exposing the naked beauty to the world.  Alas it was only Ramu’s luck to see the nude nubile thing.

 

With his arm across her, Vicky took her inside the room.  Ramu waited for quite some time to see another glimpse of his sex goddess but to no avail.

 

Inside the house, Vicky fucked her dry over the next two hours.

 

He did it on the kitchen slabs.

 

They made love on one old bed kept in the empty drawing room.

 

They did it standing position, missionary, cowgirl and his favourite doggie style.

 

She had a blast in being fucked like this.

 

Not going into details to avoid repetition.

 

They got dressed up, closed all the doors and windows of the house, went out and Vicky dropped her to her house.

 

On the way she said “Vicky please batana mat” (pls don’t tell)

 

Vicky said  “don’t worry – bas tu aise mujhe miltee rahe” (you just keep meeting me like this)

 

Heena said “ok done” and smiled.

 

Vicky asked “tere group mein aur kaun hain” (who else in your group)

 

She said “hain kuch” (a few)

 

Vicky “photo bhej diyo” (send photos)

 

“Mere se man bhar gaya kya” (are you done with me)

 

“Tu toh maal hai – but darling variety is the spice of life” (you are a babe)

She smiled and said “you are a great lover”

 

He said “thanks par bahut ladkiyon aur auntiyon se sun chuka hoon” (have heard this many a times from many girls and aunties)

 

She smiled.

 

He stopped the car in some secluded area and made her suck his cock. She did that like an expert.

 

She agreed that she would get girls for him at no cost as and when he desired and he could use her in any which way. 

 

Both went home happy.

 

For once Heena liked her lover and forgot the money.  The scene which started on a bad note when she saw Vicky ended in a very delightful manner.

 

At office they act as usual and deliberately did not involve themselves in any which way to arouse suspicion.  They didn’t talk about each other to avoid doubts.

 

On Friday as he reached home, his mother told him that Bhawna (Mrs Kalia) had called and during the course of conversation mentioned if Vicky could come and review Rahul’s progress.  Deep down he was happy to get a chance to make his moves on Bhawna but outwardly he wanted to be seen as doing a duty only.

                                                                                                                                      

This was sometime in September that Vicky went to Kalia’s house to review the progress.  Bhawna opened the door and let him in.  She was looking nice in her salwar qameez and nothing much happened apart from the usual chit chat.  Then Vicky wore his tutor hat and started asking some basic questions based on the chapters done etc.  He focused on Science and Maths and could make out that Rahul can do well if he takes tuitions.  He was a bit weak on the basic concepts and due to that could not apply the formulas properly.

 

This feedback he shared on Sunday with Bhawna after a thorough cross check of his abilities.  Bhawna was a bit worried but Vicky assured her that it is not such a big issue since there is a marked improved in Science subjects over Class Eight.  He suggested a couple of tutors for Rahul. Tutions were not very common those days. These days it is a fashion.

 

Bhawna thanked him and asked him to come next weekend for Rahul’s review and any other time whenever he wishes.  He did go to their place regularly and there was nothing much of note that happened during next 4 weeks.  Rahul and Bhawna had got comfortable in his presence and she could now share many things with him.

 

Meanwhile he continued making love to Heena and also got Heena to get a couple of her co-workers to have a threesome two times.  The chowkidar at the Dwarka society had become richer by three hundred rupees.

 

October-November is the period of festivals with Dussehra, Diwali coming in this period. The Navratri period is also considered very auspicious for the marriages.

 

It was in October that he went to Rahul’s place as usual.  Rahul had gone out with his friends to celebrate someone’s birthday.  Even Bhawna did not know of the plan.  Anyways whatever happens, happens for good since Vicky got some quality time with Bhawna.

 

There was the usual chit chat about work, friends and then she turned to girl friends etc.  Vicky tried to avoid the question and she smiled at his predicament and wanted to have some fun at his expense and prodded further.

 

“Bata naa kaun hai teri girl friend” (tell the name of your girl friend)

 

“chhodo naa” (leave it) said he.

 

She was enjoying this and wanted to continue. Little did she know she was walking right into a honey trap.

 

“Kyon chhodoon, hai ya nahin, bata do, yahi umr hai” (why leave it, tell me if you have or no, this is the age to do it)

 

Vicky responded “thee kabhi, abhi nahin hai” (I had one earlier but not now)

 

He then told her Smita’s story which made Bhawna feel emotionally closer to him. He obviously missed out the spicy part and told her that she cheated him and he had to break off. But he did teach her a lesson by first luring her back into relationship and then leaving her stranded.

 

Bhawna supported his action of leaving Smita stranded.

 

After some more talk she went to the kitchen to prepare some tea. Vicky went to join her in the kitchen. It was a typical kitchen of a three bedroom government accommodation. She was wearing a tight fitted salwar kameez with a good cleavage formation owing to her melons. A good rounded ass was also adding to the asset department.  She was covering her bossom with a dupatta, which being slightly silky in texture was falling off the shoulders more often than not.

 

Vicky saw the opportunity and said “chunni hata do, gas par gir gayi toh dikkat hogi” (remove the duppatta, if it falls on gas stove, can cause problems)

 

She understood the problem but was unsure to remove it in front of him since she was too conscious of her melons.

 

Vicky saw her hesitating and added “agar aap na karna chaho toh theek hai par yahan par mere ilaava aur kaun hai. Lagta hai aap mujhe prem chopra samajhte ho” (if you don’t want to remove it, its ok, but its only two of us here. Seems you think I am Prem Chopra (famous hindi films villain))

 

She smiled at the comparison, saw reason in his logic and off went the dupatta to the dining table chair in the lobby and said “lo ab prem chopra se anil kapoor ban gaye” (see you have now become anil kapoor from prem chopra – meaning hero from villain)

 

Pat came the reply “phir aap is Anil ki Madhuri ban jao” (then you become Madhuri for this Anil – Anil Kapoor and Madhur Dixit played lead roles of hero heroine in many movies)

 

At first she blushed and then smiled at his comment.

 

Vicky did not lose any opportunity to have a look at her bossom during the 7-8 minute tea making exercise.  She noticed it but did not react. It made her proud that she could attract and retain attention of a handsome boy about 10-12 years younger than her.

 

They moved to the drawing room to have tea.  Vicky got frontal views of the generous cleavage.  This was not lost on her.

 

They continued talking for some more time. By now she had really become comfortable with her and was enjoying his company.  Vicky had a great sense of humour and was adept at using non-veg words in a very non sexual manner to enhance the humour quotient of the tale.  She was impressed by his sense of humour and how he was not into the run of the mill jokes and liked cracking jokes on himself a hell lot.

 

It was over two hours that they were talking. Bhawna suggested to him to have another round of tea – he was not averse any number of rounds with her.  As they again went to the kitchen, this time there was a hell lot of laughter and non-sexual touches. 

 

The party to which Rahul had gone ended a bit early and he returned home.  His house had two entrances, one the main one and one was a sort of exit for servants from the lobby side.  As he had seen Vicky’s bike parked, he decided to surprise them by using the lobby side entrance. He knew that usually it was semi open with only a slight “kundi” which he had mastered in opening.  He ensured he did not make any sound and reached the top of stairs and opened the door without making any noise.  The noise was coming from the kitchen and he started to move towards the kitchen.  He was hiding behind the dining table chair that he saw something unusual.  His mother’s chunni was not present at the anointed place and that Vicky had both his hands on the shoulders and his cock was close to her lower back.  They were not engaged in anything sexual but their proximity unnerved him.

 

As Vicky saw him he took his hands away from her and moved towards him to meet him.

 

His mother also did not show any signs of being caught.

 

Vicky went home after another 15-20 mins leaving a confused Rahul behind.

 

Rahul was now in his teenage and knew that men looked at her mother longingly.

 

Before going Vicky had mentioned he would come the next day to meet Rahul. Rahul had decided to leave the two alone and see if something was brewing up.

 

From hereon the part pertaining to Bhawna and Vicky will be told from both Vicky and Rahul’s perspective. 

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The next Vicky reached at the set time to meet Rahul and Bhawna.  More Bhawna than Rahul.

Now story from Rahul’s perspective.

Vicky Bhaiya came to meet me and started asking questions from me.  Mummy was looking very chirpy today. Could not pinpoint the reason but was wearing a nice Churidar salwaar kameez suit that accentuated her curves.  The boys and older men in our colony and even in market used to eye her lustfully and since papa has been posted overseas the gazes have become all the more blatant.  The Salwaar was pretty tight as expected in a Churidaar and the kameez too was tight and appeared much tighter near her melons.  The chunni was not covering her modesty.  She had applied very light make up.  She had the skin and features to go along very well with light make up. Infact she looked at her best only with light make up.  Any heavier coating makes her look like a cosmetic doll.  Since it was me and Vicky there, hence off went the Chunni. Nothing major, since it was not there even in his presence yesterday.

Vicky Bhaiya was teaching very normally.  Mummy was also sitting at the side showing some cleavage to Bhaiya but he was busy teaching me.  It did not appear that it was deliberate.  She brought some tea and cookies for all of us.  Vicky bhaiya kept on asking questions to me and looked focused on the studies.

After about an hour or so, I thought I had got a brilliant idea.  As in so many erotic stories that I had read on internet, I too decided to give them the space and time to proceed. This would confirm my doubts I had on my mother.  Since yesterday I had started having doubts on my mom.  I announced to the world, only two though heard it, that I was going out to play.  I had envisioned that both the adults would be happy on listening this but nothing such happened.  

Mom said “dhyaan se” (take care)

Vicky said “all the best”

I moved out and got down the stairs making enough noise to let them know that I was going out for good.  I took out the bicycle and moved ahead. After about a 100mtrs I turned the cycle back to my place to reach my house and used the emergency exit stairs to go up. Since the house on the ground floor (it was a two storeyed flats complex– ground & first floor) was empty hence I could use the emergency stairs without any botheration of anyone asking me why not the main stairs.  There was a ventilator that opened in the lobby and one other in the balcony.  For that I had to go to terrace and park myself there. Today was going to be “The Day” for me to see what they were upto.

From the lobby vent I could see that Vicky and Mummy was talking and laughing aloud. She was enjoying his company and was looking very comfortable with him.  They were not talking of anything important till the time mom told him of a marriage in the family to take place in late November and that she had to buy dresses for that.  Vicky was overjoyed with this and decided to offer his services to accompany her to the market.  As he was planning to take mummy to the market his cell rang and he apologized to mom for him having to leave quickly.  He told her that he has some telecon early morning on coming Wednesday and that he would be back early and can come straight to their place and then they can leave for shopping.  Mom was apparently fine with the idea and off he went after shaking hands with mom and after cracking a few jokes.

I was aghast – how could Sherlock Holmes go so wrong.

One half of my mind wanted to give up and the other wanted to continue.

Rahul continues…

It was Tuesday that the phone rang in the afternoon. I don’t know why but for some strange reason I picked up the parallel connection.  I could see mom sitting on the sofa in the drawing room talking on the phone.  It was Vicky Bhaiya.

Vicky : “Kya haal hai” (how are you)

Mom : “Theek hoon, tum batao” (I am fine, how about you)

Vicky : “Bas jee rahen hain” (surviving)

She giggles.

Mom : “Khul ke jiyo” (live life to the fullest)

Vicky : “Kya khol ke jiyoon” (what do I open to live)

Mom : “Oye badmaash” (hey you rascal) and she giggled.

He too laughed.

Mom : “Aaj badi baaten bana rahe ho” (you are very lively while talking)

Vicky :”Thappad padne ka dar nahin hai na” (no chance of being slapped over phone)

Mom : “ Toh aap kuch bhi bol doge” (so you will say anything)

Vicky: “jo aap sunna chaho” (whatever you command)

I could not imagine my Mom talking so frankly and in such manner with a man about 10 -12years younger to her.  Still there was nothing sinister. It was all fun and banter.  May be sinister in may age bracket but may not be elders’ group.

After cracking a few more normal jokes Vicky ended the talk and reminded her that he will come to their house to go shopping. Mom agreed.

As the phone ended Mom was in a good mood.  

Vicky Bhaiya, Mom and I, all were waiting for the Wednesday albeit for different reasons.

I had called my tutor to tell that I would not come owing to tuitions.  Deep down I wanted to follow them to understand what wast the real story.

At about 3.30pm Vicky Bhaiya knocked at the door and a chirpy Mom opened it.  Vicky Bhaiya spoke with me in a very normal manner. There was no irritation whatsoever in seeing me there.  

Mom offered tea which he gladly accepted.  At about 4pm he asked mom to get ready to go. Mom also told me that they were going for her shopping for the marriage in the family due in first week of December.  What could I have said.  Shopping with Mom is never an experience that I look forward to.  She takes ages to select and then you are expected to wait for eternity for the ordeal to get over. May be, a typical woman thing to do.

They had decided to go to South Extension market to do the shopping. It is a very up market area in South Delhi and houses all the famous brands.  South Extension or South-Ex as we call in Delhi was about 7-8 kms from our residence.  Far to go on a bus but not that far if you can go on a cycle. Much less in automobile.

At about 4.25pm mom came out of her room ready to go with Vicky Bhaiya.  She made some entrance even he could not help giving a long second look to her.  She was wearing a sleeveless Churidaar suit with the kameez showing ample cleavage and the sem-transparent cloth giving unobstructive view of her brassiere to anyone who cared to give a look.  The chunni was also light and even when it was covering the covted bossom it was showing more than it could hide.  Had to admit mom had some assets but this Churidaar had accentutated them beyond belief.  Chiding myself for thinking about my mom, I shook my head. As she moved around, there was another chance for chiding myself as I could not help but look at her posterior. Her creamy white silky smooth skin of her back was on a generous display owing the deep cuts of the kameez.  The long slits at the base of the kameez and a tight salwaar was giving a great view of her supple things and toned calfs.  Even within the confines of the whitle cloth they were looking quite nice.  

What was happening to me? I chided myself again.

At 4.30pm they left in our good old Maruti 800 as Vicky bhaiya was dropped in the office cab.  Vicky was driving the car.  I was very good at cycling and could ride at a fair clip for some distance.  As soon as they left, I picked up my gear transmission cycle and followed them.  Thanks to the traffic and the benefit of knowing the short cuts where only a cycle can venture within the colony I was not much far behind them.  It was only when they hit the Ring Road near the Hyatt Regency did they sped up.  Now there is not cut at Hyatt Regency crossing, earlier a Red Light used to allow the movement to right to got towards Safdurjung Hospital, South Ex.

I was at the Hyatt Crossing and they were at the next crossing near the Bhikaji Cama Place.  Fortunately as my light turned green and I moved ahead, they also moved ahead and I could cross the next light before it turned back red. They were ahead but not very far.  The love of cycling was now helping me to spy on my own mom.  I don’t know why I was doing it but could not help myself.

They reached South-Ex much ahead of me and thanks to the Parking Chaos I could see them at some distance.  I parked my cycle at a place, locked it and the Sherlock Holmes or desi Karamchand was following them.

Finally they were able to park the car and move to one of the big multi storeyed store specializing in the women and kids wear.  As they moved in, I too followed them, the ground floor was dedicated to office wear and casual wear and kidswear with the first floor for  sarees, suits, lehengas etc and the top one being for night and undergarments.  The top also had something for kids as well.

They moved to the first floor.  As they climbed stairs, I thought I saw Vicky’s hand on Mom’s lower back.  Not on ass globes but close. Mom did not say anything to him.

I too followed them but stopped since they were sitting at a place which was very difficult for them to avoid seeing me climbing up.  I decided to wait outside. Getting caught at this place was very risky.  I went out of the shop and stood near my bike gorging on ice-creams etc. The wait was getting longer and unbearable.

From here the story in atuthors’ words (Vicky as in 3rd person)

The store Vicky had chosen had a very special reason. Remember Ruchi of the store which had helped him to get Bhatti’s Maami had moved to this one in a supervisory position.  A few days back Vicky had happened to meet Ruchi as his mother had to do some shopping for his sister.  There he had seen her but in presence of his mother he did not show as if he knew her.   Though he was able to get her number and maintain contact.  She had developed into a much fuller woman.

Hence Vicky took Bhawna there.

Ruchi’s face lightened up on seeing Vicky and could make out that the lady would spend big resulting in better commissions for her and also if possible, she could have some sexual fun with Vicky at a later stage.  She had not forgotten his capacity to make love.  He was by far the best she had ever had.  The sexual urge in her made her forget that she was now a married lady.  

Bhawna was not sure what to take.  The marriage was in Chandigarh and all her relatives would be present there.  The programme was to go there for 5 days and attend the pre-wedding function, marriage and the reception hosted by grooms side the day after.  So all in all a long list.

The problem was that unlike Maami’s time, they did not have a much secluded spot to themselves.  Here a few other customers were present as it was festival time and a lot of shopping happens in October/November period.  Still Vicky convinced her to buy designer Sarres with deep cut blouses, one with doris, other with strings behind the neck and a few other suits to expose more than to conceal.  Deep down Bhawna liked his tastes but was always saying it would be too risqué.

In all, they had 2 decent sarees, 2 decent suits, 3 exposing sarees and 3 exposing suits.  They then moved upstairs in the nightwear section.  Since it was also for kids, still they did not have any privacy.  He mentioned it to Ruchi also.  She had smiled at his predicament, leading him to pinch her bottom.

As they came out, Ruchi ensured that one of the service boys carried some of the items to their car.  The remaining ones were to be delivered at their place after some work on them.

It was already dark by then and Rahul was fed up waiting outside.  When he saw them out he let a sigh of relief.

Vicky had in the meantime called his parents to say he will be late.  It was normal for them to get his latecoming call and hence no doubts.

They went to Bengali Sweets and had something to eat.  After about half an hour of enjoying the delights of the sweet shop they came out and went for their car.  Rahul and in the meanwhile taken off towards his house as he wanted to reach early.

Rahul was still thinking what he had seen. There was nothing much to pin point.

He kept the cycle at home and now had changed to clothes for home and came out after locking the door to show he was just waiting for them eagerly.  Bhawna had another key to home, hence it was not an issue. There was a very big park about 50mtrs from their house. During the night time some rowdy elements used to come from the Munirka Village and drink heavily and take drugs. Munirka Village rowdies had a reputation and hence nobody messed with them. Though Munirka was about a couple of kilomteres from there, however it was still there preferred place owing to nice chicks coming there due to proximity to Vasant Vihar, South Campus and JNU.

It was on the far side of the park from where Rahul was standing that he saw a car stopping.  In front of the car a few rowdies stood and he could see them saying something indecent to the lady in the car. As he rushed towards the car, he could see his mother and Vicky getting involved and suddenly the fight started between Vicky and the other 3.  Those guys were actually trying to act funny with Bhawna and he was there as her protector.  Vicky was very strong and never afraid to fight if the cause was just.  Within no time he had hit the rowdies’ ring leader with a few punches on the face that disoriented him. With the leader of the pack out of the way, he attacked the two. One mistake they made was that one of them went to hold Bhawna and pressed her melons from behind. Vicky was strong enough for the remaining two and hence the battle was won.

Seeing the commotion, a few more people from the colony joined in and thought it was a great opportunity to teach the rowdies a lesson and they gave them a thrashing of the lifetime. Such was the fury of the swelling crowd that gathered that a few more ruffians who were smoking drugs away to glory were also taken to task.  In all this mellee, Vicky drove to Rahul’s house.  Vicky parked the car and they went in.  Rahul wanted to kick himself.  He doubted his mother and Vicky Bhaiya who had saved their honour.  

Thinking this he went to his room and cried in the solitude.

Bhawna was still shaking from the incident. Vicky moved forward and embraced her.  She felt so reassured in his strong arms.  He did not move his hands on her inviting back but held her in embrace.  She started to cry, Vicky said a couple of times to her reassuringly “main hoon naa” (I am there).

As Rahul stopped crying he moved back to see his mother hugging Vicky and he was consoling her.  Earlier he would have hit the ceiling on seeing his mother in arms of another man but held himself back since he knew the background of the embrace.  It was a non-sexual act and he approached Vicky Bhaiya and said “Thank you Bhaiya”

Seeing him there, his mother disengaged but the movement away was not like being caught red handed but a genuine movement.  Rahul went to the kitchen to get water for his mother.  After drinking the water, she thanked Vicky.

Bhawna : “Thanks Vicky”

Vicky : “Chhodo na” (leave it)

Bhawna : “Aaj tu naa hota toh pata nahin kya hota” (what would have happened if you weren’t here)

Vicky :”kuch naa hota, aap shopping karne na jaate aur yeh gunde na milte” (you wouldn’t have gone out and faced these rowdies)

He then addressed Rahul “Inse daro mat – bhid jaao” (don’t be afraid – take them on)  Rahul was impressed with the motivational words.

Vicky “achha main chalta hoon”  (ok I will leave)  “ghar mein kahe doonga ki raaste mein aap mil gaye thhey aur gundon se ladai ho gayi” (will tell at home that met you on way and then had fight with the rowdies)

Bhawna smiled and so did Rahul.

Bhawna again said “thanks”

Vicky used his favourite line “sukha sukha thanks nahin chalega” (no dry thanks)

“Toh geela kaise karoon” (how do I make it wet) she enquired smilingly.

‘Woh bhi bata doonga” (will let you know)

Then he left after bidding byes to mother-son duo.

He went home and explained them what had happened. How he had got down early with a friend to have some tea-coffee at Vasant Vihar and on the way back he met Bhawna and he walked her home and the scene with the rowdies.  Just then Bhawna called and thanked his parents over phone for Vicky’s timely and manly help in saving her. She too repeated a similar story.  His parents were very proud of him.

The next day he called her up.

After some small talk he started.

“Kya haal hain” he said, a general inquiry.

“theek hai” (ok) she replied

“Arrey, main toh aapke chahane waalon ke haal pooch raha tha, becharey free mein hee pit gaye” ( I was inquiring about your lovers, unnecessarily hit them)

“toh ab aapko mere se zyaada unki chinta hai” (so you are concerned about them more than me) said she in a mock anger tone.

“arrey unka kusoor nahin thaa – aap lag hee itni achhi rahi theen” (not their fault – you looked gorgeous) he started pressing the buttons.

She smiled and said “toh phir peeta kyon” (then why did you beat them up)

“Mere maal pe line maar rahe thhey” (they were flirting with my girl) he said it deliberately to raise the stakes and see the reaction as well.

“Tumhara Maal??” (your girl) she said.

“Haan – aap mere saath hee toh thhey – koi bhi dekh ke yahi kaheta ki ladke kya tota piece ke saath hai” (yes – you were with me – anyone would have said that the guy is with a hot babe) he furthered the stake raising process.

This time he touched the right chord “toh ab se main aapka maal ban gayin hoon” (so I am your babe from now on) she said in mock anger

“yeh question hai ya statement” (is it a question or a statement)  he said, playing with her.

“Question hai toh kya aur statement hai toh kya” (what if question and if a statement) she asked and realized what was coming.

“Question hai toh answer is yes and if it is a statement then I am honoured”

She smiled at his audacity and choice of words.

He continued “toh private conversations mein main apne maal ko darling, jaanu, janeman kahe sakta hoon”

She giggled.

He said “thanks jaanu”

No response from her meant acceptance.

It was far more than he would have bargained for and after few more minutes of conversation, he ended the call.

The next day he did not call deliberately.

He got a call on Friday from Bhawna.  Rahul was at home only and when his mother thought he was sleeping she called Vicky.  Unknown to her, Rahul had got up to pee and wanted to call his friend and had picked up the phone at the time she was making the call.  There was some disturbance in the line for a few seconds, usual thing, so Bhawna could not realize in the middle of the conversation that someone had picked the parallel line. He was about to put the phone down when the word “Jaanu” stopped him in his tracks.

“Hello”

“Hello” said Vicky

“Main Bhawna bol rahi hoon” (its me Bhawna)

“Apni jaaneman ki awaaz main pahechanta hoon” (I recognize voice of my beloved) he said making her giggle.

“main tumhaari jaaneman kab se hui” (when did I become your beloved) she said

“parson toh mera maal ban hee gayin thee” (day before you agreed to be my gal) he said

“nahin toh” (no) she said giggling.

He said “achha toh main baat nahin karta – ab jaanu, darling bologe tabhi baat hogi” (OK I will not talk – only when you call me a darling)  

She laughed and said “ok baba”

“No baba – jaanu, darling, jaaneman” he said

She said “ok jaanu – ab khush” (happy I called you darling)

This was the time Rahul had picked up the phone and his face had become pale.  He got hooked on the conversation.  

Now the story in Rahul’s words

“jaanu” ringed in my ears.

She was giggling.  I put a hand on the mouthpiece of the phone receiver and continued listening the conversations.  

“khush abhi ke liye – par mujhe khush karne ke aur bhi tareeke hain” (happy for the time being – there are other ways of making me happy) said Vicky

“oye naughty” said mom

“you love naughty guys” said Vicky

She laughed aloud again.

“achha ek joke sunaaun” (should I tell a joke) he asked

“poochh kyon rahe ho” (why are u asking0

“thoda non-veg hai – bachhon ke liye nahin hai”  (it’s a non veg joke – not for kids) he said

“tumhe main bachchi lagti hoon” (do I look like a kid to you) she asked

“bachchi toh nahin – maal zaroor lagti ho jaaneman” (not a kid but a babe darling) he said.

The darlings and equivalent were getting very frequent now.  Vicky was getting frank with mom who too was enjoying it.

The joke was not crass one but had very strong sexual undertones.  

Mom laughed and he too joined.

They continued with their talk indulging in a lot of sexual banter.  The last part of the conversation was the most interesting bit for me.

‘Vicky kapde aa gaye” (clothes have come) mom said meaning from the shop

“Oho – maine miss kar diya aapko bagair kapdon mein dekhne ka chance” (oh I missed the chance to see you nude) Vicky said.

“matlab” (meaning) mom inquired.

“you said kapde aa gaye – matlab usse pahele you were without clothes” Vicky said. Must admit he had way with words.

“oye” mom said – again in mock anger.

Vicky continued “kapde toh le liye par ek demo toh banta hai” (you have bought clothes but should have a demo atleast)

Mom paused to think for sometime.

Vicky continued pressing buttons “expert opinon bhi milega – I have an eye for detail”

I thought Mom will kick him but then she agreed.  

“Kal aa jaana – evening at 6.  Rahul” (come tomorrow – at 6pm) mom said.

Vicky smiled.

I could not imagine Mom talking in such a manner.

She may have reasoned with herself what would come out of him seeing her doing a bit of fashion parade for him.  It was what she needed to spice her life.

Next morning I announced that I have to go at 5.30pm for a movie and will be back late.  That was music to Mom’s ears. She didn’t know that I too wanted to see her.  Off late she had become more MILF than Mom to me.

I had starting longing for the sessions when she would sweep the floor at times, since the lovely cleavage and a large part of divine melons would be on display.  I wanted to push her on the bed and screw her ass in doggie style. I had started loving her charms in Churidar. Earlier I used to laugh at her on wearing such a tight suit and now I thank my stars that she didn’t.

Mom was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez during the day.  Vicky called her about lunchtime when she told him of my movement.  Why did she do that was not understood.  Perhaps she too wanted him.

I could not pick the parallel line since I was in her line of sight. The talks were normal, she laughed a bit, did not call her a Jaanu but think she heard a lot of it.

She hummed a few tunes after the call.

At about 520pm I started getting ready and by 5.30 I stepped out of the house.  Took an elaborate route to show my Mom in the balcony that I am truly leaving.

By 5.40pm, I started moving back at double speed to use the servant stairs as I had unlocked them enough to enter the house and then one of the small store with a door with a few holes which would help me keep an eye on the whole house.  The rooms were such located that I could see most of the drawing room, the two bedrooms from the store.  The store door could not be bolted since the door did not have any latch.  Quietly I moved in as I was sure, mom would be in her bedroom, I tip toed and took my position.

After a couple of minutes, mom came out.  I never knew mom had one of such risqué dresses. It was a salwaar kameez designed to reveal than conceal.  Her charms were there for all to see.  I wished she was not my mom then.  She was too hot to be called a mom at that time.  Sleeveless red kameez with a very deep frontal cut to show cleavage and quite tight to push up the boobs together and upwards to show a lot of bossom.  The salwaar was pretty tight and the slits on the side of kameez showed supple thighs in full glory, though clad in salwaar.  The hair were tied up in a French knot showing a lot of her creamy back owing to the deep cut of her kameez.  A few strands of loose hair across her face gave her a sultry look.

Her ass looked too good to be true as the kameez encased the posteriors orbs of glory very nicely.  They looked big, round and firm and very inviting.  The make up was light and done to accentuate the creamy skin.

I could not imagine that it was my mom I was thinking about.

Rahul what are you doing – I admonished myself only to look back again at her and lust after the beautiful curvy mom.

At about 5.55pm the doorbell rang.

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My chirpy mom went to open the door and found Vicky standing at the entrance, as expected. He complimented (my guess) and they laughed after mom said thanks. 

 

He was using the words Jaanu, Darling, jaaneman very frequenly and was not averse to his choice of words. They stood near the entrance for some time, I could not see them directly but hear them clearly.

 

“Vicky us din ke liye thanks” (thanks for the other day)

 

“phir sookha thanks” he said (again dry thanks)

 

“Geela kaise karoon” (how to make it wet) she asked.

 

“Bata doonga – for starters start calling me jaanu, jaaneman, darling”

 

She laughed and said “anything else darling”

 

Vicky said “2nd part – remove the Chunni – don’t hide your assets – I have come for inspection – you know” 

 

She said “oye”

 

“toh jaaun” he said (should I go)

 

“Ok jaanu” she surrendered and put her chunni on one of the chairs nearby.

 

“That’s like my sexy jaanu” he said with a lot of emphasis on my and sexy

 

Mom didn’t say anything but smiled.  She thought it was moving much faster than she anticipated or much further than she bargained for.

 

They were still standing nearby and had moved to a position where I could see & hear them clearly.

 

“Yeh geela thanks kab tak chalega” (how long will demands of wet thankyou continue) she asked.

 

“jab tak aap chaaho” (as long as you want) he replied.

 

Mom smiled and kep quiet as she knew that Vicky was aware that she was a partner in this game.

 

They then spoke a bit more and moved to the room.  Vicky was sitting with mom on the sofa and they were talking very freely.

 

Mom again broached the topic of girl friends.

 

Vicky replied very cleverly “Girl friend ke baare mein toh bata diya, par jaanu joh sunne mein aapko interest woh bahuton ke saath kiya hai jaaneman” (told you about the girl friend but darling I have done with a lot of them what you are interested in knowing – that was sex)

 

Mom had been caught and she was still defiant “tu hee bata main kya poochna chahati hoon” (you tell what I was going to ask)

 

“Toh jaanu sun hee lo ki maine bahut ladkiyon aur auntiyon ki pyaas mitaai hai” (I have quenched the thirst of many girls and aunties) Vicky said

 

Mom had nowhere to go as the import of the sentence hit her like a tonne of bricks.

 

Without using bad words he was hitting her with sexually loaded sentences.  He was unashamedly eyeing the cleavage and then coming very close to her many times.  There would be hardly a couple of centimeters difference between their lips on a few occasions.  They were talking in low tones hence I could not make out.  Mom was getting nervous by the second.

 

Then suddenly he laughed aloud and said “Mere baare mein toh sab pooch liya – apne aashikon ke baare mein toh batao” (you have asked everything about me – tell about yourself)

 

Mom felt relaxed as the tone increased and said “kya bataaon” (what to tell)

He said “Jaaneman tum maal ho – bahut ladkon ne try maara hoga” (darling you are a babe – many guys would have tried their luck)

 

Mom blushed and replied “koi nahin thaa” (there was none)

 

Vicky was not going to leave this opportunity “darling aap kahe rahe ho ki itne tota maal pe kisi ne haath nahin saaf kiye” (darling you are telling me that none did with you)

 

She blushed and said “main chai banane jaa rahi hoon” (I am going to prepare some tea)

 

Vicky got up and followed her to the kitchen.

 

The kitchen was in line of sight.  I only had to move a bit to adjust the line. 

 

As she put the vessel on the stove, Vicky put her hands on Mom’s shoulders.  She shuddered but did not ask him to remove the hands. Vicky was in no mood to oblige anyways.

 

Rubbing his hands on the exposed shoulders and upper arms he said “Batao toh sahi Kalia jee se pahele kisne is makhmal pe haath ragde thhey” (before Mr Kalia who else had felt this velvet)

 

Mom shook her shoulders a bit to dissuade him but he was firm in his approach.

 

“Batao naa – atleast koi ek toh hoga jisne aapko kiss kiya hoga, boobs dabaye honge, ass dabai hogi” (tell – must be atleast one who would have kissed you, pressed boobs & ass)

 

Must admit Vicky was persistent.

 

Mom kept quiet for a few seconds and then said “chal pahele chai peete hain” (lets have tea first)

 

Vicky said ok and they had tea back in the room.

 

He told her a few non-veg jokes which she readily lapped up.

 

By now Vicky had his arm across Mom’s shoulder and he was rubbing it in a slow motion while talking. I could see them but now the talks had come down to low tones with Mom shaking her head in negative a couple of times and then smiling at others.  I could not hear them but could make out that Vicky was saying something naughty about Mom’s melons seeing the way she was responding to him. 

 

Even though there was nobody else in the house still they were talking in whispers.  For them I was not there.  It continued for over 10-15 minutes.  Vicky did not remove his arm from her shoulder and she was enjoying the attention being showered.  She has been used to a lot of attention but perhaps remained confined within the norms owing to Dad.  Now Dad being overseas and a young dashing man to shower attention she felt like a young college going girl being sought after a boy.  Boy was my Cock Hard!!

 

Very gradually Vicky planted a soft kiss on her cheek.  She looked at him and said loud enough for me to hear “yeh kya thaa” (what was this)

 

“Next part of wet thank you” pat came the measured reply.

She was defenceless.

 

He then changed the track and said “fashion parade nahin karni kya” (don’t you want to do the fashion parade – meaning try the dresses)

 

She was caught off-guard and before she could say anything else on the kiss, she had to agree since she had called him for that purpose only.

 

First was the turn of the decent saarees. They were high end heavy duty saarees meant for heavy official functions only.  Nothing much to write home about but the blouses, on sleevless and the other just an inch over the shoulder giving a good view of her creamy skin.  They were very nicely cut to show back skin. Looked to be high end saarees.  Nothing much happened apart from Vicky coming close to her on a few occasions and a lot of non-veg jokes and sexual banter with liberal use of Jaanu, Darling, Jaaneman from both the sides. The kiss on the cheek seemed to have been forgotten or taken in stride or liked very much.

 

Mom wanted to wear and show the two decent suits but Vicky was not much interested. He got a call from someone and he had to leave after 10 minutes.  Just then as he announced that he will have to leave, our phone rang and Mom went to pick it up. Mom was wearing the sleeveless blouse, the pallu was slightly off place and showed a bit of melon.  It was a call from one of her cousins.  I could not see them directly but could see them thanks to the mirror reflections.  She was talking away to glory when Vicky approached and kept his hands on her shoulders. 

 

Mom continued talking but there was a perceptible change in the breathing pattern.  Her heavy melons were moving up & down in a protruded motion.  Vicky knew she could not                                      do anything at that stage and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.  She froze and did not utter a word to the point that the under end person had to ask her a couple of times if she was there.  Mom was dazed.  Vicky was getting brazen by the second.

 

Another round of assault on her nape and this time he put his hand on the right breast and pressed it gently leaving Mom gasping.

 

Before she could say anything he planted a soft kiss on the other side of the neck said something and left for the day. 

 

I had cummed multiple times in the store itself. 

 

Vicky had left both the Mom and son gasping but for different reasons.

 

As she went to the washroom, I tiptoed outside from the same route and went to the park and wanted to cry.  I could not, tears refused to drop.  The tool was still hard with memories of my mother with Vicky.  I could see she was on the verge of cheating as Vicky in one go had become the man of the house. He had protected Mom and took care of my studies as well.

 

Verge of cheating may not be the correct phrase but on verge of surrendering to Vicky.

 

Back to the author version

 

The next day was a Sunday she was expecting Vicky’s call. He did not call till the evening.

 

Bhawna was getting frustrated.  Unknown to her, Rahul was also getting frustrated by seeing her Mom in new light.  She had become a hot woman from Mom and he was finding it difficult to erase the last evening’s images from his mind.  He wanted Vicky to call her Mom, come to their home and screw his mom to glory.  All the notions of good, bad have been erased to the point that he wanted to see the hot lady naked and his only chance was Vicky doing it for him.

 

Bhawna was walking in the house looking quite occupied.   More than the audacity of the youngster of kissing the nape of her neck or pressing her boob, which a few of them had done in the buses as well, accidently, she was more concerned or inquisitive about the impact size of his tool when he was massaging her boob.  It was big and strong.  It was far bigger than anything she had felt or taken.  She had her share of flings but this was something special when felt on her bottom.

 

One part of her did not want “wet” the thankyou futher but the other wanted to “drench” the thankyou completely.

 

The sexual urges not being fulfilled due to husband not being there and also that Bhawna was high on sexual yearning quotient.

 

The sexual urges made her call Vicky on his cell. Fortunately he was alone at home at that point of time. 

 

Rahul too was at home and he picked up the call. He had correctly guessed that his mom would call Vicky.  Vicky not calling her had further perturbed her to the point of calling him herself.  She was in heat.

 

“Hello Vicky” Vicky started the conversation.

 

“Haanji kya haal” (how are you) she said.

 

“badiya – aap batao” (fine – you tell) he responded.

 

After rounds of pleasantraries which were very boring and irritating for Rahul she came to the point.  The lady was taking initiative.

 

“Vicky – tune baaki dresses toh dekhi nahin” (you didn’t see the remaining dresses)

 

“OK” curt reply from Vicky

 

“kab aayega” (when will you come)

 

“call karta hoon” (will call) he and Rahul both knew that she was now his for the taking.

 

“tere opinion chahiye – shaadi mein jaane se pahele” (need your opinion before going for marriage) she reasoned.

 

“Tarson – Wednesday – meri telecon hai, jaldi aa jaaunga – 3 baje aa jaaunga” (Wednesday, I have a telecon, will come early, reach your home by 3pm)

 

It made the mother son duo happy for same yet different reasons.

 

Vicky wanted to end the call ensuring his domination over her.

“Abhi thankyou poora geela nahin hua hai – still sookha” (The thank you is still dry, not wet completely) he said.

 

“daba..” (pressed…) she became silent before she could complete pressing of boobs.

 

Vicky smiled and said “jaaneman, poora geela hoga toh tumhe bahut mazaa aayega” (darling, you will enjoy, when you are completely drenched in thankyou)

 

She kept quiet.

 

He continued “bahut see auntiyon / bandiyon ke certificates hain” (I have certificates from a lot of girls and aunties)

 

She immediately said “kis cheez ke” (for what) and regretted her hurry.

 

“Satisfaction ke” he replied calmly.

 

She got the import of the meaning the it hit her like anything.  The boy had the audacity to tell her that he would screw her and she would enjoy it no end.

 

He said “phir Wednesday ko aaun” (should I come on Wednesday)

 

She could only manage a mere hmmm.

 

Rahul kept the receiver down and did not know how to react.  His mom was inviting a youngster with a blanket permission to screw to glory.  He was waiting for the Wednesday but little did he know that his mother and Vicky were talking on phone on Monday and Tuesday for hours together and the conversation had become very raunchy and naughty.

 

Vicky went to his office for a very early morning telecon at 7am.  The telecon continued till 2pm and he left after taking lunch.

 

At the other end, Rahul had announced to her mom that he will be going to a friend’s place for his birthday directly from college and he would be back only by 8.30pm at the earliest.  It was music to her ears and seeing her reaction the kid too got happy.  He had made his arrangements for the special screening.

 

He reached his home and entered from the rear stairs. When he was sure that his mom was in bathroom, he moved inside using his time tested tricks of opening that door and went to take position inside the door. He had made arrangements by keeping packet of biscuits and water bottles with him. Something told him that he was there in for a long haul that day.

 

At about 2.50pm, his mother came out from the room.  Rahul saw the huge tent in his trousers.  Boy was she looking hot.

 

From here onwards, in Rahul’s words

 

Mom was looking even better than Saturday. Today she knew what was coming. She was anticipating and perhaps even waiting for it.  Today the cleavage was a bit longer, chunni was no where to be seen.  The sleeveless kurta showed more of her shoulders or was it my imagination.  The cuts both the sides were far deeper than usual.  The kurta stuck like second skin.  I was finding very difficult to locate her bra under the kurta. Either it was not there at all or it was the thin lacy type variety.  The hair were still in the knot variety with a few loose strands giving the luscious effect if any more was needed.

 

How badly I wished that day that she was not my mom, for I wanted to lust after her, wanted to see her naked and wanted to see her in bed.

Right on time Vicky arrived. He pressed the doorbell and a chirpy mom went to open it.  They were standing near the entrance, not in my line of sight, and talking in hushed tones.  Suddenly there was a silence for a few seconds and then mom came to view with Vicky close by her side.  His hand was just a couple of inches above her ass globes and as they were entering the drawing room it went down by a few inches to land squarely on her well rounded orbs. 

 

Mom looked at him only to be met by “you are my darling” comment signifying his complete control and ownership over mom.

 

They went to the room, could see them talking cheek to cheek but in hushed tones. Could not make out what they were saying.  But Vicky did plant a couple soft ones on her cheeks.

 

Before it could go out of hand, which she wanted to, Mom got up to announce that she will prepare tea in the kitchen. Vicky too followed her.

 

Vicky was towering mom by quite a few inches, had placed his hands on her naked shoulders and the hands started their journey southwards on naked arms.  Mom was not reacting to his touches in the sense of rebutting him. Her body was reacting in the sense that it wanted more of him.  The ass moved a bit back, involuntarily, and mom became stiff.  She was not the usual quick mover in the kitchen but stuck in one pose.  As she was about to pour milk in the vessel, Vicky placed his palm on one boob and said “mujhe taaza doodh pasand hai” (I like fresh milk.

 

She could not say anything but only closed her eyes and let out a “mmm” in response.  That was music to all set of ears at home that day.

 

Vicky disengaged leaving the mom-son duo wanting more from him.

 

They had their tea near the dining table and talked away to glory.  Vicky had kept his arm across mom’s shoulder as if he owned her and he continued the non-veg jokes. Mom was enjoying them to the hilt.

 

She then asked her to do the job he had come to do. 

 

He smiled and said “woh bhi karoonga – pahele saariyan toh pahen ke dikhaao” (will do that also – but first show the saaris)

 

He then instructed “neeche petticoat mat pahenna” (don’t wear the petticoat underneath)

 

Vicky went back to the drawing room.  From here I could see where he was sitting.  After about 15 minutes Mom came out of the room.

 

It was a pink coloured saare with some embroidery work done.  Quite transparent.  Sleeveless blouse with deep back and front.  Blouse had a very thin strip of cloth but had quite a few doris running on the back.  The melons did everything to come out of it.  It seemed that there was no bra since could not see any bra straps.  Very light make up done.  Hair loosely tied in a bun.  Boy was she looking something.  As she went away from me, I could see the shape of her lush posterior and supple thighs.  Definitely there was no petticoat.

 

She went and stood in front of Vicky.

 

Vicky went near her, observed her from very close quarters.  I am sure she would have felt his breath on her skin. She was still and even I could see goose pimples on her creamy skin.  Vicky was making her expect and want him to make the moves. He was holding it back for some grand entrance.  Though it was tied a couple of inches below the navel, he still asked her to tie the next one further down only to be met by an obedient yes.

 

He looked at her posterior and mentioned that the ass has come out well in petticoat less saaree and definitely someone at the function would attack her ass.

 

The talks were getting dirtier.

 

Mom was enjoying it.

 

For the full 5 minutes, she wanted her to touch but Vicky was always hair’s breadth away from her.

 

He then asked her to wear the next one.

 

She came out after 5-7 minutes only. No change in hairstyle or makeup.

 

This was more scandalous than the previous one.  The sleeveless blouse only had 2-3 strings to hold the strips of cloth.  The saree was transparent was a stylish print in blue.  The front showed a lot of cleavage.  The blouse was quite small as well. Much too small for a well endowed lady like her.  The pallu was not tied to the shoulder and was falling aside far too often.  As it fell down, Vicky looked at the divine cleavage and Mom buried her head in his torso not able to face her. 

 

Very easily he put his hands on her naked back and let them roam from neck to inches over ass globes. She was not moving and Vicky’s hands were covering every inch of her back.  Then the hands got tired of roaming and rested on the gorgeous mounds of ass globes.  He pressed her mounds to the delight of all present in the house, two in the open and one in hiding.  The pressure on the mounds had increased to the point of his fingers parting the globes by diving in the ass crack.

 

She let out a moan “mmmm”

 

Vicky said “jaaneman itne se hee mmmm ho gayi – jab asli attack hoga – tab kya” (darling you are moaning with fingers only – what will happen with the real thing)

 

She moaned further and Vicky kissed her exposed shoulders.  She was enjoying it a lot but then like a bolt from the blue, Vicky asked her to show the final dress. 

 

That dress was inspired from Mrs Kapoor’s dress of Sheetal’s birthday. 

 

She took special care to wear the scarlet red with shades of black transparent saree.  The hair were now in a French knot rather than the usual bun.  Earlier she was wearing a very small underneath skirt but now it went off and a string was tied to her waist to hold the saree in place.  The string was tied quite low and it showed about 5 inches worth of skin below the navel.  She for the final time saw herself in the mirror and came out.

 

I could not believe what I was seeing – I had run out of adjectives to explain her beauty.  Mom was wearing a backless halter blouse with two thin strings tied her slender neck and the two thin strings running on her back. The blouse cloth strained to cover the much desireable melons of mom and could not cover front fully and nothingon the sides.  It was scandalous. If mom was wearing that thing without security cover of papa, I am sure she would be screwed everytime and always.

 

Vicky liked what he saw.  He licked his lips in anticipation, Mom perhaps licked hers.  She had her back towards me and I could see the gorgeous ass mounds of hers. Boy what would anyone not give to screw those luscious mounds.  Vicky opened his arms to hold her in an embrace and she too perhaps was ready to melt into him.

 

Just then as luck would have it, the phone rang.  Both came out of their dream sequence.

 

She hurriedly picked up the phone and started talking. It was Dad on the other side.

 

Vicky saw an opportunity and moved behind her.  He started raining kisses on her shoulder and nape of the neck and the hands moved to press the boobs gently.

 

Suddenly mom’s breathing became heavier and bossom movement became protruded.  She was now getting aroused.  He voice was becoming laboured.

 

I guess dad asked something to the same effect from the other side only to be met by a “kuchh nahin hua” (nothing much has happened). 

 

Vicky was continuing the assault on her.  She pushed him back a bit. He did.

 

But then Vicky returned.  This time he started removing the saaree.  It was not pinned anywhere so off it went from the shoulders within a second and came down to the waist level within no time.

 

We had a cordless phone and hence he turned around mom to remove layer and layer of her saaree tied to the string.  She was talking and turning.  She was now more comfortable talking with dad with Vicky working his way on her.   Vicky too was quite comfortable becoming the Dushasan in removing the Saaree the only difference was this Draupadi was more than willing to get naked. 

 

The only person uncomfortable in the house was me hiding in the store and seeing Vicky unwrap my mom for his pleasure.

 

My cock was like a granite stone now.  I had removed my trousers and undies to not to mess them up.  I had already cummed once and was ready for many more for the day.  I never thought I could be that hard.  It was so hard that it was hurting now.  I was thinking that it would explode now.

 

What was only a couple of minutes or so seemed liked ages to me.  Layer by layer the transparent piece of cloth was going away bringing to light the shape of two supple luscious thighs of a lascivious lady for her drooling son inside the closet and her lover unwrapping her.  She just froze for a second and then continued talking to Dad.

 

As the final layer of saaree came off her, it brought to view the magnificient legs. My first focus was on her ass globes covered in a lacy red panty and a string just at the band of the panty to hold the saaree folds in place.

 

The ass was big and very well rounded.  Seemed to be firm as well since there was not any flab there.  The creamy white thighs were so inviting that I just wanted to come out of the store and lick them. 

 

Here it was, I Rahul hiding in the closet to see my mom make love to a young chap, salivating at the prospect of seeing her in buff.

 

Vicky went back and sat on the sofa for a minute admiring the sight before him.  Here she was the lovely beauty Bhawna talking on the phone in nothing more than a lacy red panty, a string tied across the waist and an ultra small bra less blouse.  Vicky and saw the light from the verandah hitting the back of Bhawna and dispersing in all sides to give her a halo look.  Vicky loved the light and shadow show on display by Bhawna.  She was now well into it. She turned around continuing talking.

 

I saw mom turning towards me, boy did I want to lick that inches of cleavage, suck those gigantic mammaries tied up in that flimsiest of sexy blouses.  A look down below gave me an indication of her having shaved her pubic hair. Since it was first time that I was seeing that crotch hence cannot say if it was done for today or was it a practice.

 

One phrase was hitting me now “safai kar lee” (have you cleaned) Vicky had asked Mom when he entered.  At that time I did not think much of it.

 

May be or may be not.  I was not sure.

 

Anyways, I left it at that and continued drooling over my own semi naked mother.  She was still talking to Dad.  Vicky had in the meanwhile come to embrace her from behind leading to startle mom. 

 

Vicky was in his birthday suit. 

 

Mom turned around first looked up and then down.

 

Dad was saying something and mom was responding only with “mmmm” continuing looking down.  Vicky turned her around for my benefit and attacked her from behind.

 

One movement and the knot behind her neck was unfastened and the top fell from the boobs tied only with a string holding the remains of the blouse behind her back.  The sight was heavenly.  Two creamy white melons with brown nipples, made to suck and mauled.

 

Second by second her tone on the phone was now getting incoherent with a lot of “hmms” “yees” and similar words.  Now it was getting difficult for her to hold herself back.

 

One more movement and off went the blouse compeletly.  It fell on the ground.  Mom’s one hand was still holding onto something.  Could not make out though I was quite sure it was his tool.  Vicky had started his familiar assault on nape and boobs this caused her to kneel on her knees and be on the verandah floor about 8 feet from her son in the closet.   She was not able to talk to her husband now.

 

He was still attacking her from behind.  Finally she was able to disconnect the telephone line and connect with her lover.  Now I could see what she was holding in her hand. It was his mammoth tool.  She turned around to face him only to meet his passionate kisses. 

 

Vicky was an expert in kissing and he kissed her very nicely. Lower lip meeting upper lip then lower lip, upper lip following the same.  The male tongue meeting the femal tongue and pushing it in further and licking of her lips again and again.  It was magical.

 

He then got a bit down and licked her cleavage. 

 

Suddenly he got up only to bring the mattress of a single bed in drawing room.

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He spread it on the floor.  Mom and son were now naked, one in the closet and other one outside in the verandah.  She was resting on her ass now with elbows supporting her posture.  He lunged for her crotch and bit her pussy lips over the flimsy material.  The licks on her inner thigh were making her crazy.  Lick by lick he was wettening the creamy white silky thighs of the damsel. 

 

She was holding herself back from shouting in ecstacy with some serious effort. 

 

Now he stopped and pulled down her panty inch by inch making life difficult for someone in the store room. 

 

I had cummed multiple times by then.

 

He then saw the pussy lips and smiled.

 

“Acchha kiya jo meri baat maan li” (good you obeyed me) said Vicky.

 

“Maanti kaise nahin, thankyou geela nahin karna thaa kya” (why wouldn’t have I obeyed as I had to wetten the thankyou.) mom replied.

 

That meant mom and Vicky were indulging in such talk earlier.

 

And then it happened.  Vicky got mom to be on her fours and started to fuck her doggy style with his tool penetrating her pussy from behind.  She was squealing in anticipation. It was a sight worth waiting for.  Mom was giglling as Vicky was positioning his tool at the entrance of the pussy. He did not go for the anal but for fucking pussy from behind.  Her pussy was wet, dripping with juices in anticipation of the intruding monster.

 

The pussy was wet and Inch by inch the monster went in. 

 

It was the biggest – it seemed – that the mom had taken in.  She was squealing and moaning in joy.  I was doing my silent moans inside the cupboard.

 

Strange feeling for a kid to see his mom fucked by a youngster who was supposed to teach him.

 

The monster was moving in and out causing a lot of pleasurable pain to my mom who was being fucked liked never before.  My own tool had ran dry and did not have enough in its tank to erupt.  I had cummed over 5-6times that day. Her hair were moving in all directions, the eyes were filled with lust and half open, the mouth was open with tongue lick her lips every now & then.  Her boobies were bouncing all around with Vicky holding them every now and then in his hands and mauling them.

 

Vicky was still continuing pumping her even after good 15 minutes.  She had shrieked a couple of times in between indicating her orgasm.  As she was cumming she tried to stop Vicky but he continued the assault with little regard for my mother.

 

I hate to say but I had stopped becoming her son a few days back and now she was one hot lady only.

 

At the time of second cumming, her legs shivered a lot and she yelled aloud not caring if anyone would listen. She was the bitch in the heat and loved her doggy style.  She had tired out but he hadn’t. The monster didn’t stop for a second and drilling continued unabated and then finally he came by the litres. Mom was not worried about him cumming inside. She loved the warm love fluid.

 

Before he could finish he turned her around like a doll and spread some semen on her mammaries.  Her boobs shone like orbs polished in wax.  He put his tool between the two polished orbs and started rubbing them on his tool.  The soft big boobies were doing magic to him and torture to me.  Mom was enjoying it to the hilt.  The non penetrative fucking of boobs was much beyond she had bargained for.  It was the first time that she was doing, it seemed to me since she was far overjoyed and excited as having found a new use for a tool.

 

Vicky was sitting on top of her with his knees on either side of her and mauled her boobs on his tool and moved it up and down. The knob of his mammoth tool was hitting mom’s chin. She was squealing in ecstacy. She was more used to the tool hitting deep inside rather than high outside.  It went on for a few minutes making me cum again and again within the store. Never thought, I could produce so much of semen.

 

Suddenly mom started shaking her head and rubbing her thighs together, Vicky continued tormenting her during the impending orgasm. And then she had it.  She swayed the head, tried to get up only to be restrained by Vicky, shook her legs vigorously.

 

The sexy lady on the floor was my mom alas and the one on top of her was my supposed teacher Vicky.

 

I moved back and sat on one of the old stools in the store – could not see outside but heared the moaning sounds outside.  After about 10-12 minutes I could not hold myself back and got up to see again and had the sight of mom.  She was on all fours with ass looking up with a huge cock parked inside with frontal simple harmonic motion of the stomach.  He was hitting her deep inside her ass and hitting her hard.  He was also mauling her boobs with one hand and the other one was holding her hair like riding a horse. The posture was of total domination by Vicky.  They were using filthy language very freely now.

 

“Meri raand mazaa aa raha hai” (whore – enoying yourself) said Vicky.

 

She replied with hmmmmm in affirmative.

 

“Zor se bol” (say loudly) he thundered.

 

“haan mazaa aa raha hai” (yes I am enjoying) she said a bit louder this time.

 

“kya mazaa de raha hai” (what is giving you pleasure) he questioned.

 

“Tu” (you) came the response

 

“Main ya mere body part” (me or my body parts) he said.

 

“parts” she murmered

 

“which one”

 

She nodded her head but did not say anything.

 

“bol” (speak up) he forcefully said.

 

“tera” (yours) she said meekly

 

“tera kya” (your what)

 

“penis”

 

I was stunned.

 

“hindi mein bol” (say in hindi) he ordered

 

“Tera Lund” she said very loudly.

 

Vicky had a smile and I was stunned to hear the word Lund from the lady in heat.

 

“itna bada kisi ka liya hai” (have you ever taken this big)

 

She nodded her head in negative.

 

He again raised the stakes by asking loudly

 

She was now on point of no return and screamed “tera lund sabse bada hai kamine” (rascal yours is the biggest penis).

 

Her screams and shaking of head could not hide one fact that she had cummed then

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He still continued the strokes and hitting her hard and deep.  So deep that the lady on the floor didn’t know such contact points existed.  Such was the ferocity of the attacks that she was feeling being ripped apart. Such was the passion on display that she was feeling ‘desired’ by someone.  The monotonous nature of married life had taken the spark out of Bhawna.  It was great being felt so passionately by someone, hardly mattered the male was much younger than the female. Her body had taken over and she was yearning for the touches.  The male knew how and where to touch, how much to touch and how long to touch. He showed his expertise with the way he handled her.  His bites on her neck, licking her skin and the way he made her wanted was getting too much for her to handle. Her fuse had gone off and she was on point of no return. 

 

Vicky was not letting off his attacks.  The continued pounding she was receiving from him was just not ending.  It was like wave and wave of attack hitting her deep inside her love castle.  She was in the other world when she felt warm semen filling her.  She too was on verge of yet another powerful orgasm while she was getting filled in with warm semen.

 

I just could not see it anymore and sat on the stool.

 

Rahul could not believe his eyes on his mother’s adulterous and wanton slutty behaviour and also the fact that he too was enjoying seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul just lost track of time and so did the lovers in front of him.  After and hour or so more of love making, Vicky got up, went to washroom, washed his face, wore his clothes and left.  Rahul saw his mom still on the bedroom carpet, sleeping like a kid and in her birthday suit. It was as if the participants and audience had enough for the day and were tired.  As Vicky left, Rahul came out of his hideout, locked the main door from inside and then left from the alternate exit just like he had entered and went to the park.

 

He just could not get out the images of his mother and Vicky and was crying aloud. 

 

He then quietened down, not knowing what to do. Vicky hadn’t bangd his mother, she was a willing participant. She had her needs, Vicky was there to service her.  What to say, even he himself was lecherous enough to make plans to see his mom getting screwed. He did nothing to stop it or let them know that he doubted it.  The worst was he enjoyed seeing her mother with another man and his tool testified against him. That is, it too got very hard seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul looked up and kept quiet.  Picked himself up and went back home.

 

Was welcomed in by his mother in slightly better state than he had left her. She had washed her face, was dressed, disshevelled saree, disshevelled hair.  He knew what happened but still asked “kya hua” (what happened0

 

She replied “so rahi thee” (was sleeping)

 

He replied ok but wanted to say “I know with whom you are sleeping around”

 

From then on – Rahul became James Bond and tracked her mom’s fuckfest.  She went out very often with Vicky and he had realized it was more for sex rather than any emotional support. This arrangement suited both since there was no scene of any commitment from either side.  He saw her giving him a blow job in an open park, he saw them making out in their car, he saw them making out on open terrace, fonding each other in cinema hall and his house furniture, walls etc were witnesses to a fuckfest never seen before.

 

Vicky’s huge hose pipe coupled with his stamina had made him a formidable lover. The best she had ever experienced.  This had ensured that Rahul was able to see her mom in all stages of nudity on many occasions.  Suddenly it had stopped hurting that much.  He consoled himself based on the site seeing opportunities being made available to him.

 

Vicky and Rahul’s mother never bothered whether he knew about them or not. She was beyond that stage and also in her eyes he was too young to cause any trouble.

 

Here I stop with this session and move on to the next one.