Lustful Adventures of Teenage

Feeling rejuvenated from the terrific fucking I had had last night, I decided to do my daily
exercises in the morning itself. After finishing my workout, I had a shower and changed into a
pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I made myself some breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and was just
finishing my orange juice when the bell rang.
It was Pushpa and Rani, the two girls whom I had employed as maids a few days back.
ushpa, the young cock one, beamed at me when I opened the door; while
Rani, the elder and darker one, just managed a shy smile when I looked at her. As I
stepped back to let them in, Pushpa said to the other girl “Rani, tu ja kar bartan
aur kapde dho … mein jhadu or pota lagaati hoon …” As Rani walked into the kitchen
obediently, Pushpa followed her swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion.
As my eyes followed the sway of her slender hips, she turned to look back at me and
gave me one of her famous cock-teasing smiles, causing my cock to stiffen
inside my shorts.

I went inside to my bedroom, and took off the shorts I was wearing. I removed the
underwear that I was wearing inside my shorts, and then put on my shorts again
without them. I picked up my walkman, and putting on the ear-phones, climbed on to my
bed. I put up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and sat down on
the bed leaning my back against the pillow. Humming the tune of the song I was
pretending to listen to, I picked up a magazine and began to flip through the pages.

Soon, Pushpa came into the room carrying a broom and the dusting pan. She was
wearing a bottle-green ghagra and blouse, with a yellow choli tied across her upper body and
waist. Seeing me, she smiled and settling down on her haunches, began to sweep the floor. I just
continued to hum to myself and flip through the
magazine while pretending to ignore her. I didn’t want to give this cocky bitch too much
attention. However, I kept an eye on her through the corner of my eyes as she
 went about her work. She had pulled up her ghagra above her knees, and as she squatted
on her haunches sweeping the floor, I could see her thin brown skinned
legs. A couple of times, she tried to make eye contact with me, but I just continued to
pretend to read the magazine. Even after she finished sweeping the room and
was heading out, she paused at the door for a moment and turned back to look at me. I
just continued to ignore her, laughing inwardly to myself.

I could hear the sounds of the other girl Rani, washing clothes in the back yard. A few
minutes later, Pushpa returned to my room carrying a pail of water and a mop.
She dropped the bucket down with making a clanging sound, and once again settled
down on her haunches to mop the floor. “The bitch is trying her best to attract my
attention …” I thought to myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that this time
she had pulled up her ghagra way above her knees, exposing much more of
her skinny thighs than was necessary. As she came close the bed, and leaned forward to
wipe under the bed, she consciously bumped against the bed in an attempt
to get my attention. I just glanced at her and smiled casually, and continuing to hum to
myself, went back to reading my magazine.

Finally, she dropped the mop on the floor and straightened her back, kneeling on the
floor right next to where I was lying. Touching me on my arm, she shook me
gently and asked “Saheb, aap gaana sun rahe ho …?” I just smiled and nodded my head at
her. Resting her elbows on the bed next to my hips, she leaned forward
and said with a teasing smile “Saheb … mujhe bhi gaana sunaao na …” I pretended not to
hear, and taking off my ear phones, asked her “Kya boli tu?” “Saheb,
mujhe bhi is par gaana sunaao na …” she said with a provocative pout on her lips, happy
to have finally got my attention.

As she was resting her elbows on the bed next to my legs, her fingers were touching my
bare thighs. Looking at me with the same seductive smile, she began to
 gently rub her fingers in circles on my muscular thighs, teasing the hair on them. Taking
the cord of the ear-phones off my neck, I asked her “Gaana sunegi tu?”
“Haan, sahib …” she replied, as she took her long braid of hair which was hanging in front
of her left shoulder, in her hand, and pushed it behind her back. This
caused the pallu of her choli to part at her neck, bringing into my view the neck of the
slightly oversized bottle-green blouse she was wearing. As I looked down
deliberately into the open neck of her loose blouse, I could see the pert mounds of her
firm lemon sized tits. As I moved my gaze away slowly to her face, she bit her
lips and smiled seductively at me again. “Boy, this bitch is asking for it …” I thought to
myself.

Shifting on the bed, I made room for her, and patting the bed on my side, said to her
“Aaja … idhar baith tu …” She glanced apprehensively at the door when I said
that. I could still hear the sounds of the other girl washing clothes in the back yard.
Figuring it was safe for now; she got up and tentatively sat the edge of the bed,
facing me. I took hold of her arm and pulled her roughly towards me. Making her sit on
my left side with, I twisted her around so that she was sitting on the bed with
her back towards me. Reaching around her from both sides, I put the ear-phones in her
ear, and switched on the walkman. As the music began to play in her ears,
she turned back to look at me, a broad grin adorning her thin angular face. “Arre wah …
yeh to kitna acchhaa sunai deta hai …” she exclaimed a bit loudly. I laughed
and pulled her by her shoulder towards me, causing her to fall back against me, her back
leaning against my torso, and her head resting on my left shoulder. She
looked back up towards me with a twinkle in her eyes, even as she pulled her legs up and
placed them on the bed, stretched out straight.

I could smell the stale smell of oil from her hair as she rested her head against my
shoulder and settled back comfortable. In the position I was, I wrapped my left
arm around her waist, and slid my hand under her choli, and placed them on her flat firm
belly. As my fingers began to manipulate the taut skin on her belly, she
 squirmed against me and let out a soft giggle. Reaching out with my right hand, I began
to tease the lobes of her ear and her neck with my fingers, causing her to
squirm and giggle more. Her hands which were resting in her lap, slid down to rest on my
thighs as she began to rub my thighs softly. I slid up my left hand, which
was playing with her belly button under her choli, slid up slowly, and my palm closed
around the pert little breasts over her loose blouse. As I squeezed her firm little
tits, she let out a soft sight and pressed her back against me, her nails scraping the skin of
my thighs.

I lowered my chin and began to flick her earlobes with my tongue, causing her to jerk and
squirm further. My right hand which was teasing her neck and shoulders,
slid down into the slightly parted neck of her blouse and closed around her right breast. Her pert
lemon sized tit fitted my palm perfectly, and as the small erect nub of
her light brown nipple burned into my palm, I closed my palm around it and squeezed.
She sighed again and closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly. At the same time
I also slid my other hand, which was squeezing her other breast over the blouse, under
the loose blouse, and cupped that one as well. As I began to massage young
budding breasts with my hands, she let out a small moan and squeezing her thighs
together, began to rub her feet against each other.

“Gaana acchhaa lag raha hai …” I asked her in a whisper, continuing the squeeze her
lemons. “Haan sahib …” she whispered “mujhe bhi aisa ek laakar do na …”
pointing to my walkman. “Laakar doonga …” I replied “par tu mere liye badle mein kya
karegi?” I asked her teasingly. ”Jo aap bolo, saheb ...” she replied. Pointing
to my cock which was sticking out like a pole under my shorts, I asked “Haath mein legi,
isko?” “Haan sahib …” she breathed. “Moonh mein legi isko?” I aksed.
“Umm …haan, sahib …” she replied tentatively. My cock lurched when I heard that.
Pinching her nipples, I whispered huskily in her ear “Pushpa, tu mujhse
chudwayegi?” She stopped squirming when I said that, and her breath caught in her
throat. After a brief pause, she replied meekly in a husky whisper “Haan saheb
 …” With a groan, I pressed her tighter to me, and taking her right hand in mine, placed it
on the bulge of my cock standing straight up inside my shorts.

“Pushpa … O Pushpa …” we heard Rani call out from the washing area in the back yard.
“Haan Rani …” Pushpa answered back, sitting up with a jerk on the bed.
“Kapde dho liye hai maine …” Rani called from the back yard, “tera kaam ho gaya …?”
“Nahi, abhi pocha laga rahin hoon main … uske baad mujhe terrace bhi
dhona hai … tu jaa abhi Sarla bhabhi ke ghar par kaam shuru kar de … main thodi der
mein aati hoon …” Pushpa called back, looking back at me with an
apprehensive look on her face. “Acchha theek hai … main jaati hoon …” Rani answered.
We heard the jingling of her anklets as she closed the back door and
walked through the kitchen into the living room. As we heard the front door shut close,
Pushpa relaxed and fell back against me .
With a groan, I wrapped my arms around her again and roughly crushed her breasts. She
responded by closing her fist around my cock over my shorts and squeezed
my hardness through it. Pushing the pallu of her choli off her shoulder, I exposed her
young pert breasts in that loose fitting blouse. “Apna blouse khol, Pushpa …” I
said in her ear. Without a word, she got up and extricated herself from my arms. She
stood up, and standing near the bed facing me, took off her choli first.

As she dropped her choli on the bed, I admired her slim lithe body, clad only in her
ghagra and blouse now, her long braid of hair hanging in front over her left
shoulder. Standing there near the bed facing me, she looked me in the eye with that
slow seductive smile of hers, and began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As
the hooks of her blouse came open, she threw her braid over her shoulder to the back,
and pulled off her blouse completely; baring her pert budding breasts to me.

A wave of arousal swept through me as I looked at her standing there, her hands hanging
limply by her side, clad only in her green ghagra, those young mounds of
 her tits sticking out proudly on her slender chest. The little nubs of her nipples were
erect, and were light brown in colour, with small areolas around them. As I stared at her small
tits, a look of uncertainty crossed her face, and she asked me tentatively “Kya hua sahib … aap ko
acchhe nahi lage?” I remained quiet and just looked
at her in the eyes. The smile disappeared off her face, and as she looked down at her
little breasts, she said in sad voice “Mere bahut chhote hain na, sahib … “ I
still did not say anything. As I was enjoying torturing her, she lifted her eyes towards me
and said in a halting voice “Rani ke mujhse bade hai … aap chahe to main
usko …” I cut her off and said in a firm voice “Idhar aa Pushpa …”

As she sat down tentatively on the bed next to me, I reached out and cupped her firm
pert tits with both hands. Allowing a smile to come across my face, I looked
into her face and said “Haan, tere chhote to hai … lekin mujhe pasand hai …” Her face
broke out into a big smile of relief and pleasure when she heard that, and her
hand automatically went to my crotch and rested on my cock over my shorts. As my
hands closed around her pert little tits and squeezed, she closed her eyes, and
throwing her head backwards, hunched her shoulders together, in an attempt to
squeeze her tits together.

Continuing to squeeze her lemon sized tits, and rolling her little nubbins between my
thumb and my forefinger, I lifted my hips off the bed, and pulled down my shorts
with one hand. My throbbing cock sprang into view, and stood to attention as I did that.
Her gaze moved to my erect cock, and her eyes widened in surprise as my
cock came into view, and stood swaying in front of her eyes. Her hands flew to her
mouth, and her jaw dropped, as she whispered “Oh maa … aapka to bahut bada
hai sahib …” She reached out with her right hand and took my hard cock in her hand,
feeling the girth of it.

As I felt her small slender fingers close around the thickness of my cock, I shuddered
involuntarily. Because her hands were so small, they reached only up to the
 middle of my cock, giving me a moment of pride on the size of my cock. As I squeezed
her firm tit-flesh one more time, she began to slide her small delicate hands up
and down the length of my cock. The cheap glass bangles she wore on her wrists jingled
as she began to stroke me with a practiced motion.

With a groan, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her roughly towards me,
bringing her young tender breasts close to my face. As I opened my mouth, and
flicked her little nipples with the tip of my tongue, a soft moan escaped her and her
fingers involuntarily tightened around my cock. Clamping my mouth around her pert
breast, I began to suck on them greedily; even a she began to stroke me faster. After
sucking on both her tits for a while, I let go of her, allowing her to sit upright
again. “Chal ab apna kaam shuru kar tu …” I ordered her gruffly. With a quick tentative
smile, she leaned forward and began to tug at my t-shirt. I helped her pull it
off.

Gazing at my bare chest admiringly, she began to caress my chest and tease my nipples
with her finger tips. The she leaned forward quickly and began to run her
tongue on my nipples. I groaned and grabbing her by her hair, pushed her face to my
hard muscular chest. As she flicked her tongue on my nipples and chest, her
pert tits pressed against my chest. Even as I caressed her bare back, she slid her face
down, running her tongue over my stomach and belly button, till her face
came to the area of my crotch. Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she stuck her
tongue out of her slender mouth, and began to lick on the sides of my cock.

There was a liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from my cock, which she wiped away with
her fingers. Wiping her sticky fingers on her ghagra, she pulled my foreskin
down slowly, exposing the red blood-gorged bulbous head of my cock. Continuing to
stroke me, she looked up at me and said in a teasing voice “Oh, aap ka to bahut
bada hai sahib … mere moon mein bhi nahi aayega yeh …” Grabbing her by her hair, I
said gruffly “Chal nakhre mat kar saali … choos usko …” Seeing the look on
 my face, the smile vanished from her face, and opening her mouth, she quickly took the
tip of my hard cock into her mouth.

As her wet hot mouth closed around my cock, I groaned in pleasure. Her slender mouth
was stretched in a wide ‘O’, and I could see that there was no way she could
take the length of my cock fully in her mouth. But she had obviously done this before,
which became evident by the way she began to roll the tip of my cock in her
mouth, licking it with my tongue, and sucking on it. I grabbed her hair harder, as I felt
her teeth scrape against my sensitive cock head. Soon she began a practiced
motion of sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, alternately taking my
cock in and out of her mouth. The cockiness so typical to her had disappeared
completely now, as she sucked on my cock like an obedient servant eager to please her
master.
I felt a tinge of pity for her as she labored over my cock, the saliva drooling from the sides of her
mouth, making her come up for breath a couple of times and wipe
her mouth with the back of her hand. I let go of her hair, and caressed her head gently.
Continuing to suck on my cock, she looked up at my face. When she saw that
I had a smile on her face, I felt the tension leave her body. Relieved to see that I was no
longer pissed, she too tried to smile back at me; an attempt which made my
cock jerk in her mouth, as it was an incredibly sight to look at a young girl trying to smile
at you with your cock stuffed in her mouth.

Realizing that I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I said to her sternly
“Pushpa … ab tu mere upar aa ja … aur isko tere andar le le …” She stopped
sucking on my cock, and sat up slowly. Holding on to my cock gently, she looked at me
apprehensively, and asked in small voice “Saheb … aapke paas woh rubber
hai … main …” I realized she was asking me if I had a condom. “Kyun? Rubber ke bina tu
nahin chudwayegi kya …” I asked her in a stern voice. Her voice dropped
a pitch lower, and she said pleadingly “Nahin sahib … aisa nahin hai … aap gussa mat
hona … woh kya hai na … abhi mera galat time chal raha hai … aur abhi
 meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hai … aur agar pet me bacchhaa …” her voice trailed off.

Hearing her pleading voice, I mellowed down. After all, I was not a heartless bastard. I
just wanted to break her cockiness and show her who the boss was. As she
looked apprehensively, I smiled at her slowly, and said “Koi baat nahi, Pushpa … mere
paas rubber to nahi hai … aaj jaakar le aaoonga main … yeh tere par udhar
raha … tu kal meri puri seva kar dena … theek hai?” Hearing these words, a smile of relief
came to her face. “Bahut bahut shukriya Jignesh sahib … aap bahut
bhale insaan ho …” she said gratefully. I just smiled benignly at her. With a smile, she
began to stroke my cock again, which had lost a bit of its hardness.

Looking into my eyes, she asked “Saheb … aaj mein moonh se chooskar aapka pani nikal
doon … kal mein aapki poori seva karoongi …” Patting her face, I
replied “Theek hai, Pushpa … par tujhe ek kaam karna hoga …” “Who kya, sahib?” she
asked. “Apna ghagra bhi utaar de tu … main tujhe nanga dekhna chaahta
hoon …” I replied with a smile. She smiled back seductively, and letting go off my cock,
stood up. She began to untie the knot of her ghagra at the waist, and the let it
drop on the floor. As the bottle-ghagra, which was like a petticoat with some embroidery
work on it, slipped down her legs and fell to the floor, she let her hands
dangle by her sides and stood in front me in glorious nudity.

The sight of her standing naked in front of me, made my cock fully erect again. She had a
thin angular face, large round eyes, and a dainty pointed chin. She was
incredibly thin, with slender bony shoulders and hips, a flat taut belly, a small perky butt,
and long thin rake like legs. Her small young budding breasts were perfectly
round, the size of a large lemon, with tiny brown nipples, surrounded by small brown
areolas. A small tuft of dark pubic hair covered her pussy. Reaching out with my
hand, I caressed her naked body, feeling the tautness of her pert little ass, and running
my hands along her long slender thighs. Still sitting on the bed, I slid my hands
between her thighs and slid it upwards to her pussy.
 As my hands slid up inside her thigh, she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed
gently. Manipulating the insides of her thighs with my fingers, I looked up to
her face and said “Kal tu yahaan ke baal kaat kar aana, theek hai?” “Haan sahib …” she
replied in a whisper. As my fingers moved towards her vagina, she parted
her thighs slightly, allowing my fingers to reach the small tuft of hair on her pussy.
Holding her ass with my left hand and squeezing it, I parted the hair of her pussy
with my right and felt the slit of her vagina. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, and she
squeezed my shoulder harder, as she felt my fingers rubbing against the lips of
her young juicy cunt. As my fingers parted the lips of her vagina, and slid inside, it felt like
I was sliding my fingers inside a tight butter glove.

She was wet, and as I began to manipulate the tips of my fingers in her vaginal opening,
she squirmed and clamped her thighs together, holding on to my shoulders
with both her hands. Sliding back on the bed and sitting with my back against the
headrest, I pulled her towards me and made her sit between my legs with her back
towards me. My throbbing cock pressed against her bony back, as she leaned back
against me. I reached out and instructed her to pull her legs up, bending them at
the knee. Holding her with my left hand cupping her tender young breast, I placed my
right hand on her knee and parted her thighs, opening her legs in a ‘V’.
As I slid my right hand up along the insides of my thighs, she tilted her head up and asked me in a
small voice “Saheb … yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?” Placing my palm
on the small mound of her pussy, I teased her vaginal lips with my finger, saying “Shhh
….. bas ye bata ki acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe?” “Haan sahib … acchhaa lag
raha hai … bahut acchhaa lag raha hai …” she hissed between clenched teeth, as my
fingers began probing the wet juicy opening of her tight cunt. Her cunt was
tight like a velvet glove, and clamped around my middle finger as I slid it inside gently.

With my thumb, I located the tiny nub of her clitoris, and began to rub it. She bit her lips
and cried out, clamping her thighs shut again. Letting go of her tit which I was
 fondling with my left hand, I parted her thighs again with my left hand, and began to
finger her tight juicy cunt. As I increased the pace of fingering her pussy, she
moaned loudly “Aaannhhhh … sahib …” She began to thrash wildly on the bed, squirming
and struggling against my body, bucking her hips up towards my hand, as I
increased my pace of fingering her.

Her thin body went taut, and she arched her hips off the bed, even as I continued to
squeeze her left breast and pinch the nipple, while thrusting my finger in and out
of her incredibly tight pussy. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of my neck and held
on tight, as she threw her head back; her eyes squeezed shut, and her
mouth open, letting out gasps of breath. She arched her back, and lifted her hips clean
off the bed, her torso and legs stretched taut like a bow, as the throes of her
impending orgasm hit her.

With a guttural moan of “Ohhh maaaa …” she jerked spasmodically, as her orgasm hit
her, clamping her thigh closed around my right hand. She collapsed back on
the bed, and fell back like a limp rag doll against me, her pussy still spasming from the
intensity of her orgasm, even as she continued to grind her hips against my
fingers in small jerking motions. As she finally subsided, she opened her eyes and looked
at me gratefully, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. Seeing me smile,
she licked her dry lips wet with her tongue, and said softly “Oh Jignesh sahib … aisa to
mujhe aaj tak kisi neb hi kar ke nahi diya hai …aap … aap bahut acchhe
hain …” “Arre Pushpa … aisa kyoon bolti hai tu … maine tujhse kaha thaa na … tu mujhe
khush kar … to main bhi tujhe khush kar doonga …” I replied with a
smile.

She just looked at me with an expression of wonder and gratitude in her eyes. “Poor
bitch … she’s probably used to just guys banging her roughly … and never
getting her to get o …” I thought to myself. As I extricated my wet slimy fingers from
between her legs, she took hold of my hand proceeded to wipe it clean with
 her blouse which was lying on the bed. Taking my hand to her lips, she kissed them
softly, and said “Main waada karti hoon ki main aapko kal bahut khush
karoongee Jignesh sahib …” I just smiled at her and ground my still hard & erect cock
against her back.
As she slid off the bed, my cock twitched as I looked at her petite derriere jiggle before me. I too
got off the bed, and stood naked in front of her. Taking her in my
arms, I pressed her slim lithe body against me, my throbbing cock pressing against her
belly. At her full height, she came only up to my chest. As I cupped her small
butt from behind and squeezed, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up
against me, her hands caressing my back, and her belly grinding against my
cock.

She quickly slid down and got on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with those
big brown eyes, she smiled and took hold of my cock gently with both her
hands. Bringing her face closer to my stomach, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick my
taut belly, teasing my belly button with her tongue. Her hands began to
stroke my cock slowly, and she pressed her pert little tits against the tip of my cock.
Looking down on my cock, she took hold of it with one hand and began to rub
the slippery wet tip against her tiny little nipple.

As I caressed her head, she sighed softly, and then began to lick on the underside of my
cock. As she coated my cock with her saliva, she continued to pump it
slowly. Bringing her face close to my cock, she closed her eyes, and rubbed my wet hard
cock on her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. Parting her lips,
she slowly took my cock in her mouth. With a groan, I grabbed hold of her hair and
pushed my cock into her mouth. She too moaned, and began to suck on my cock
with devotion.

Since my cock was too big for her to take into her mouth completely, she continued to
hold on to it with her right hand, as she sucked on it, bobbing her tiny head
 back and forth, her other hand caressing my tight butt and pulling my hips forward
towards her. My dam was about to burst and send my cum blasting into her mouth
now. Pulling her face up to look at me, I asked her hoarsely “Moonh mein legi kya tu …?”
She nodded her head affirmatively, continuing to suck on my cock with
vigour.

I didn’t feel like doing this to her, so I held her by her head and slowly pulled my cock out
of her mouth. As she looked up at me questioningly, I said to her with some
compassion “Pushpa … koi baat nahi … aaj bas tu haath se muth maarkar mera paani
nikal de …” “Nahin sahib … aap mere baare mein mat sochiye … aap mere
moonh mein apna paani gira sakte ho ...“she said earnestly. My cock lurched when I
heard those words. Caressing her cheeks, I said “Aaj nahi Pushpa … ab bas
haath se kar do …” “Theek hai sahib …” she replied meekly, and began to pump my cock
with her small fist. As I looked down at this young 17-year old village girl,
stark naked, kneeling in front of me, and stroking my cock intently, staring at it with rapt
attention, I felt a feeling of power surge through me.

With a deep growl, I ejaculated, the first burst of my semen catching her unawares and
landing squarely on her forehead. As my cum dribbled down from her
forehead on to her eyelids, she wiped it with the back of her hand and looked up at me
expectantly with a pleasing smile. As she continued to pump my cock, the
subsequent bursts of my ejaculation fell on her shoulder and breasts, dripping down to
her belly and thighs. As my cock twitched in her hand for one final time, I
leaned forward exhaustedly, and rested my hands on her shoulders; taking deep breaths.

She smiled up at me, proud of her achievement. I just patted her cheek, and fell back on
the bed exhausted. She gathered up her clothes strewn around the room,
and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had washed her face and put on
her clothes. Coming towards me, she sat down by the bed, and proceeded to
 wipe my limp cock clean with a wet rag. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with her pallu,
she smile sweetly at me and said “Saheb … aapko kaisa laga … maine
theek se kaam kiya na?” “Haan, Pushpa … tumne kaam theek se kiya … lekin abhi kaam
poora nahi kiya tumne …” I responded with a smile. “Haan sahib, mujhe
pata hain … aap kal woh cheez khareed kar rakhna … main aapki kal poori seva karoongi
…” she replied quickly with a smile that was trying hard to convince me
that she would deliver the goods tomorrow. “Acchaa, to ab mein jaoon sahib …” she
asked me sweetly.

“Ek minute …” I said, getting up and pulling on my shorts. I extracted my wallet from my
drawer, and pulled out two 100 rupee notes. Handing it to her, I said “Yeh
tumhare liye aaj ke kaam ke liye … kal poora kaam karogi to 500 rupaye doonga …”
Taking the proffered notes gratefully from my hand with both her hands, she
folder her hands together in a ‘namaste’ and said “Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, sahib … kal
main aapko shikayat ki koi wajah nahin doongi …” In response, I just
pulled her towards me, and pressing her body towards mine, kissed her roughly.

As her lithe body pressed again mine, my cock, in spite of having shed a load just now,
stirred and stiffened. Pushpa too felt that. Grinding her belly to me, she said
to with a smile “Saheb, lagta hai ki woh to abhi bhi thanda nahin hua hai …” I laughed and
said “Haan, uski bhook mitaane ke liye to use ek choot ki zaroorat hai
…” Looking up at my face, she asked in a faltering voice “Saheb … aap bura na maane to
mein ek baat boloon …” “Haan, bol Pushpa ..” I encouraged her. “Saheb
… woh Rani hain na … woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai … “she started, looking into my eyes
apprehensively. “Haan to ..?” I retorted.

“Woh bechari ekdum bholi ladki hai … uska marad us bechari ko chhod kar chala gaya hai
… to agar aap ki icchhaa ho to main usko aapke paas bhejti hoon …”
she continued hesitantly. Seeing no expression on my face, she continued “Woh bhi aap
ki poori seva karegi … aap ko jo chahiye aap uske saath kar sakte ho …
 woh aapko poori tarah se khush kar degi … aur uski seva ke liye aap agar usko bhi thode
se paise de do to uska bahut bhala hoga … “The bitch did not know that
I was anyway planning to fuck Rani; and more than that, she too was more than willing
to give her body to me.

I pretended to be mulling over what she said and frowned. Seeing my face, she quickly
started to speak again “Saheb … woh thodi kaali zaroor hai … lekin uska
badan bahut raseela hai … aur woh sab kucchh karegi … main aapko guarantee deti hoon
ki woh aapko pakka khush kar degi …” she pleaded. Pursing my lips, I
said to her, with pretended reluctance “Theek hai, Pushpa … tu jab itna bol rahi hai to
dekhta hoon main … tu usko bolna ki kal woh kaam karne ke liye akele he
aaye” I told her matter of factly. Pushpa brighten up on hearing that and kissed my hand
repeatedly. “Aap bahut bhale aadmi hai Jignesh sahib … Bhagwaan aapka
bhala karega …” she exclaimed brightly. With a twirl of her flowing ghagra, and a swing
of her sexy slim hips, she left the house, hopping away gaily, shutting the
door behind her. As I heard the door close, I fell back on the bed and said to myself
“Jignesh … you really are a mean bastard …”
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Content with my conquest of the morning, I dozed off. I woke up to the sound of the phone
ringing in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was
half past noon. “Hello” I said groggily into the phone. “Uh .. hello … Jignesh bhaiya?” a girl’s meek
voice enquired. “Yes, who’s this?” I shot back, unable to place the
voice. “Bhaiya … it’s … it’s me … Sejal” came the answer, rather tentatively. “Oh hi, Sejal
…” I said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice.
“Bhaiya … I hope I have not disturbed you … I am sorry for …” she said in a very unsure
voice. “Oh come on Sejal …” I cut her off, “I am so glad to hear your voice
…” Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone. “Tell me, sweetheart …” I said
in a soothing voice “… how did you happen to think of me today?”
 She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow. “Bhaiya … today we
are leaving for our picnic … so I thought …” she began tentatively. “Yes
sweetheart …” I coaxed her. “I wanted to say thank you to you for everything you have
given me …” her voice trailed off. Clearing my throat, I said in a tone of mock
anger “Sejal … tell me on thing … did I do something that offended you?” “Oh no … no
bhaiya … why are you saying that …” she asked me immediately, confusion
evident in her voice. “Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger … calling me
to say thank you and all that …” I continued in a tone of rebuke.

“Oh no bhaiya … I did not … I did not mean to make you feel like that … I am sorry … I am
sorry … I just called to …” she replied, her voice breaking. From the way
she spoke, I could swear that she was on the verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone
again, I said “Yes my dear … tell me … “Once again I could feel her
awkwardness, as she paused on the phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and
really innocent schoolgirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt. “Bhaiya … I
… I just wanted to … want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today …” she finally
spoke. “Of course sweetheart … I would love to meet you today …” I
replied immediately. “Where do you want me to come to meet you, Sejal?” I asked her
sweetly. “Uh … bhaiya … no … I was thinking … I was thinking if I could … if I
could come to your house to see you …” she answered in a meek unsure voice. “Oh …” I
said with surprise.

Overcoming my surprise quickly, I continued “Oh that would be wonderful sweetheart …

that would be wonderful …” As I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, I asked
“So are you coming here with Jigna?” Once again, she hesitated before she spoke. “No
bhaiya … I was thinking … is it OK if I come alone … and don’t tell Jigna …”
My cock twitched inside my boxers when I heard these words. Trying hard to hide my
excitement, I replied in a calm voice “Of course Sejal … why do you even have
to ask that …” As I heard her take a deep breath on the phone, I continued in my most
charming voice “To be honest Sejal … even I would prefer if you come alone
 …”

I could almost imagine her blush on the phone on hearing my words. She seemed to want
to say something more. So I probed her by asking “Is there something else
you wanted to say, Sejal?” She cleared her throat, and began in a faltering voice “Umm …
bhaiya … remember that day when you bought all those dresses for me
…” “Yes dear …” I encouraged her. “That day when you dropped me at the school on your
bike … you told me …” she continued, pausing once again as her
uncertainty got hold of her. I just waited patiently for her to continue. Gathering her
courage, she continued “ … that day you told me that … that you wanted to see
me … see me wearing the … the bikini you bought for me”

My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her mouth over the
phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something. “Yes Sejal … and
I am saying that again now … I would love to see you in that bikini …” I told her in a soft
loving voice. “Bhaiya … so I was just thinking that when I come there today
… I will bring the bikini also …” she continued “… and I will wear it … and … and show it to
you …” she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her
mouth in a whisper.

“Oh Sejal …” I exclaimed softly “that would be so wonderful … come soon baby … I can’t
wait to see you …” Once again, I could swear she blushed on the phone.
Relief in her voice evident now, she replied “Oh … OK bhaiya … thank you … so can I come
now only … we anyway have a half-day at school today …” “Yes my
darling … come as soon as you can …” I replied with a smile. Mumbling her thanks again,
she hung up the phone. As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn’t
believe my luck. The sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and that too to show me
what she looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze
through my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal amount
of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki three-quarters and About half-an-
hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it with a wide smile on my face. Sejal
stood there at the door, dressed in her school uniform of
the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and the dark brown tie around her
neck. She was clutching her rucksack style school back-pack at her shoulder,
and I noticed that she had loosened her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of
her shirt at the neck open. As I beamed, and said “Hi Sejal …” she smiled
back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside.
Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face “I am so
glad you came, Sejal …” She just smiled shyly and replied “Hi Jignesh bhaiya …” Taking
the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.

As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round
breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my
arms wide, I smiled at her and asked “So do I get a hug from my lovely Sejal …” She
blushed and bit her lips as she muttered “Oh bhaiya …” Wrapping my arms, I
pressed her lush body to me, relishing the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against
my chest. Caressing her back, and running my finger along the strap of her
bra at the back, I whispered in her ear “I was dying to see you sweetheart … thank you
for coming …” As she too mumbled something incomprehensible, I felt her
put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head snuggling up
under my chin.

Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. Sitting
down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to rest them on the
back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I continued to gaze at her with a
smile, she looked down shyly and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt
again. Continuing to do that, she said in a soft halting voice “Bhaiya … yesterday … I
could not sleep yesterday night … I was thinking about you all the time … I just
could not … I kept thinking about you … “ Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of
the sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder.
 Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice “Same here Sejal … same here … I
just could not stop thinking about you …”

Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, and asked
“Really bhaiya ….” “Yes baby …” I replied in a whisper, squeezing her
shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of her bra under her uniform.
Turning her eyes away from me, she looked down at her lap, and said softly “I … I
kept thinking about … about … about when we were in the … in the movie hall yesterday
…” I sat forward on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped
her face and turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her eyes,
and said softly “Me too, Sejal … me too …” “Oh bhaiya …” she breathed,
as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest. As she held me
tight, she pressed her plump soft body against me; those unbelievably soft
breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I sighed, as I continued to rub her back with
my left hand, my right hand caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing
her head to my chest.

I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not wanting to
scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her face, and placed
it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her plump knee, she straightened
up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that sweet shy smile of hers. “Bhaiya …
do you want me to … to wear that bikini and show you?” she asked shyly, biting her lips,
her voice barely a whisper. “Oh yes, baby … yes …” I said hoarsely, my
cock hardening inside my briefs. “Ok, bhaiya …” she mumbled, as she got up from the
sofa. Picking up her school bag from the sofa, she asked shyly “Can I go into
your bedroom to change bhaiya?” “Of course dear …” I replied with my most disarming
smile. As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching her bag, I threw back
my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my throbbing cock through my half-
pants.
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I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard the door open. “Bhaiya
…” she called out tentatively “I am ready …” With a deep breath, I
got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart missed a beat and my jaw
dropped at the sight before me. There stood this innocent busty teenage
school-girl, whom I had met only a few days back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with
white polka dots. My cock jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes
took in this incredibly sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had
seen in my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and
hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.

As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed and tied in a pony, I
couldn’t help but stare at her body. Her magnificent plump tits were bulging
out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini bra that comprised of nothing but a pair
of triangular patch of fabric barely covering those bulging mounds of her big
soft breasts; with strings tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered
at the sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white
fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded belly. The bikini
bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red fabric just about
covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied together on either side of her
plump flesh hips. She had plump milky white thighs, with a dimple at her knees, and
fleshy calves.

As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into my eyes with an
expression of apprehension. “I don’t look good no, bhaiya … I know I am
too fat …” she said in a terribly unsure voice. “Oh no Sejal ….” I exclaimed hoarsely.
Clearing my throat, I walked up to her and placing my arms on her shoulder, said
softly “Sejal … you are the most sexy girl I have seen in my life …” The colour rushed to
her cheeks, as she said “Oh bhaiya … please don’t say that just to make me
 feel better …” Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took her hand in
mine. “Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?” I asked tenderly,
pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was protruding through my three-quarter
khakis.

She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the fabric of my khakis,
and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on the sides of her
flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands touched the bare flesh of her belly, she
shuddered involuntarily, and I felt goose bumps come up on her skin. “Oh
bhaiya …” she cried out softly again, as she felt my hand on her body. As I looked down at
the deep valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up
along the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that were
bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my fingers, I tilted
her head up till she was looking up at me.

She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps between her slightly
parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she took in short shallow
breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her
bikini bra. I ran my tongue across my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft
moan escaped her, as my lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards
me, causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held
up by the bikini top, to quash against me chest.

Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her passionately. As the
initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she responded by opening her mouth
wider, allowing me to slide in my tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our
tongues met, I felt her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I
responded by dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt.
Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth sucking on hers,
and my tongue lashing her tongue.
 With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was still taking deep
breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were wet now, and a tear
rolled down her cheek. Alarmed, I cupped her face gently, and asked “What happened,
Sejal?” She just bit her lips and said in a voice that was barely a whisper
“Bhaiya … I … I love you …” I felt a tug on my heart on hearing those words. “Oh Sejal … I
love you too … I love you to …” I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A
tremor shook her body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.
Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and tilting her face to one
side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I cursed myself silently
for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I
blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek. Seeing that, she reached out for my
face with a soft sigh, and wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers
linger on my cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely “Oh Sejal … I don’t know
what’s happening to me …”

Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct took over. Cupping
my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with tenderness and said
“Ohhh bhaiya … it’s OK … it’s OK … I feel the same way too …” Pressing her face to my
chest, she wrapped her hands around by back and held me tight, grinding
her belly and hips against my throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. “Oh bhaiyaaa
…” she whispered fiercely, “thank you … thank you so much … you don’t
know how happy you have made me today … I was so afraid … so afraid that I would look
like a fool …”

Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with the only
obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied “Shhh … shhh, my darling …
you are very very special to me …” Tilting up her face with my fingers on her chin, “You
are very special to me Sejal … do you understand that … very special to me
 …” I repeated in an earnest tone. For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy
smile came to her lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers;
she pressed her lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.

“Bhaiya …” she asked me tentatively “this is the first thing I have felt like this … I don’t
know what to do … please tell me what I should do for you …” pressing her
soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck, tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-
shirt. “I know you will think I am so stupid … but please tell me what I should
do to make you happy, bhaiya …” she continued in a small voice. My cock, which was
beginning to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words. “Don’t worry
my dear …” I said to her tenderly “I will teach you how to make love OK …” She blushed
again on hearing that, and bit her lips. “Will you do what I tell you to, baby?”
I asked her gently. “Oh yes bhaiya … yes … I will do anything for you …” she replied
hastily.

Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said “Sejal … I want you
to change into your school uniform for me …” A confused look came to her
face when she heard this. I interrupted her just as she was about to say something. “BUT
… but I want you to wear only your uniform … no petticoat … no bra … no
panty …” I completed. Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing
that. “OK bhaiya …” she replied back in a small voice.
I let go off her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-
neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed
off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the
living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This
incredible innocent teenager had followed my instructions to the T.

She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie! As she walked
towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I couldn’t helped but loo
 at the way her big round plump breasts, free of the constraints of a bra, shook and swung
gently inside that white school shirt of hers. The nipples which were erect
were protruding through the thin fabric of her shirt.

I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me on the sofa.
With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa. I wrapped by arms around her stomach,
and made her sit with me; her back resting on my chest. As I hugged her from behind, my
chin resting on her right shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts
rest on my fore arms. Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I
placed both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder
shook her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back her head,
her lips parted, and eyes closed.

Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and kissed her
passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness of her young but
over developed breasts. She lifted her left hand to press my hand which was now gently
squeezing her ripe breast, while her right hand fell on to my thigh, and
squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips, as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver
went through her body, as I teased her erect nipples through her shirt with
my finger tips.

Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right hand lower to her
belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an attempt to pull it out of
her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in, making it easier for me to pull her shirt
out completely from where it was tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands
under her shirt, I felt the soft baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep
belly button. “Unhhh …” she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh
harder.
 I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her breasts against my
fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy over developed teenage
breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed. “Bhaiyaaa …” she cried out as my fingers
closed around the soft yet heavy fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched
her back, pressing those plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I
kissed her again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded
by opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

“Come and sit in my lap, Sejal .. “ I whispered to her urgently. I extracted my hands from
inside her shirt to allow her to sit up. She stood up shyly, and with an
aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on my lap, her knees resting
on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking into her eyes, I began to
untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie, she looked down at my lap, and placed
both her arms on my shoulders. Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt,
starting with the top most one.

As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was awarded the sight of the deep
valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while after opening all
the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of her breasts which could be seen
in between the slightly parted shirt. “Show me your breasts, Sejal …” I
whispered hoarsely. “Oh bhaiya …” she cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.

She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted her shirt open,
baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me. Like everything else about
her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my eyes had ever feasted upon. They were
much better than what I had imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest,
full and ripe, like balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the
sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent, there
were a pa ir of large round aereolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.
Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of small but thick light brown nipples adorned her beautiful
mammary glands. As I feasted my eyes on them, she sat there on my lap,
biting her lips, her arms resting on my shoulders, and her chest heaving with her
breathing. “Oh Sejal … your breasts are so beautiful … so beautiful …” I cried out
softly. “Really … really bhaiya …” she stuttered “… you really like me bhaiya …”
straightening her back, and spreading her shoulders, as if to give me a better view of
her gorgeous tits.

With a sigh, I reached out and took hold of her bared tits. As my hands closed around the
incredibly softness of her big milky breasts, she moaned, throwing her head
back and closing her eyes again. I began to knead the soft flesh of her breasts, rubbing my
thumbs across her erect nipples. Leaning forward, I pressed my face to
them. She let out a soft moan, as she pressed my head to her bosom. Sticking out my
tongue, I began to lick the fleshy soft roundness of her breasts, starting from
the underside, and gradually moving up to her cleavage.

I teased her by running my tongue in circles around her areolas, consciously avoiding her
nipples. She tugged at my hair and tightened her grip on my head. I finally
ended her torture my running my tongue across her nipples, and finally closing my mouth
around them. As I opened my mouth wide and sucked the soft pliant flesh
her ripe juicy breast into my mouth, she groaned in pleasure. As I began to suck on her
breasts, she began to moan continuously, mumbling something
incomprehensible. I feasted for a fair bit of time on those magnificent young teenage
breasts, squeezing them with my hands at the same time.

I finally pulled my face away from her breasts, and asked her to get up from my lap.
Pushing her down on the sofa, I knelt down on the floor between her thighs. Her
cheeks were flushed, as she sat there on the sofa, her back resting against the support of
the back rest; taking short shallow breaths. Seeing this sexy young plump
 teenager in front of me, sitting on the sofa with her school shirt open, those over
developed teenage breasts bared for my pleasure, my cock strained to burst out of
the confines of my underwear. Placing my hands on the softness of her fleshy thighs, I
pushed her skirt upwards, baring those milky white thighs to me. Lowering my
head, I kissed her softly on her knees.

Moving my head upwards, I began to lick her thighs, causing her to cry out “Ohhh …
bhaiiyaaa ..” and grab my head. I pushed up her skirt further, till I was greeted
with the sight of virgin pussy. A sparse covering of black pubic hair adorned her thick
puffy lips of her young vagina. She was looking at me intently now, a mixture of
desire and fear on her face. Sliding my hands all the way up to her pelvis, I began to
gently caress the thick pouting lips of her vagina with my thumb. She clamped
her thighs shut when I did that, throwing her head back with a cry. I slowly parted her
thighs again, and pulling her by her legs towards me, placed both her legs on
my shoulders on either side of my head. In this position, her vagina was completely bared
to me, and I could also see the small opening of her anus.

I gently parted the lips of her vagina with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand,
exposing the pink flesh inside. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, which
was already wet. I slowly rubbed my middle finger along the parted lips of her puffy
pussy. She stretched her legs out taut as I did that, and I felt her thighs quiver on
my shoulders. Looking up at her face, I saw that she had a slightly scared expression on
her face. “Bhaiyaa …” she whispered, once again caught between her
arousal, and the knowledge that what she was indulging in was taboo. “Do you trust me
Sejal?” I asked her softly.

After a brief pause, she nodded her head and said “Yes bhaiyaa … I trust you …” I smiled
at her tenderly. Continuing to look into her eyes, I began to gently rub her
vulva, feeling her juices begin to flow. As I pushed my finger inside gently, she grabbed
my shoulders, and cried out. Her cry was a mix of pain and pleasure. I was
 aware of the former, because I saw her bite her lips; and pleased by the latter, because
she pushed her hips at the same time. I spread her puffy lips with the digits
of my left hand, bringing her small hidden clitoris to view. As I began to gently rotate the
middle finger of my right hand inside the tightness of her already wet pussy, I
also began to stimulate her clitoris with my thumb.

Leaning forward, I began to run my tongue along the insides of her milky white fleshy
thighs. She grabbed hold of my head by the hair and moaned in pleasure.
Sliding my tongue up towards her pelvis, I removed my probing finger, and licked the
slightly parted lips of her pink juicy pussy. She jerked spasmodically and cried out when I did that,
bucking her hips towards my face. Tugging my hair, she cried “Bhaiyaa … please …” I raised my
head and looked at her face. Her face was
flushed, and she was panting. “You want me to stop Sejal?” I asked her tenderly. She
looked into my eyes for a moment, and then shook her head in denial.

With a gentle smile, I slid both my hands under her buttocks, and cupping her ass, pulled
her pelvis closer to my face. Pushing her thighs up, I lowered my face to her
vagina, and began to lick her slowly. “Unnnhhh … “she moaned through clamped lips, as
she felt my tongue tease her slit and then slowly slide inside her juicy pussy. I
began to lap her pussy, holding on to her butt with both hands. Clamping my mouth on
her vagina, I began to suck on her pussy, stimulating her clitoris at the same
time with the tip of my tongue. Her body began to shudder, and she began to sob.

I pulled up my face, and looked at her. Tears were streaming down her face. I wiped her
sticky juices from my lips, and quickly stood up. Sitting down on the sofa
beside her, I put my arms around her, and pulled her towards me, her back against my
chest. “It’s OK baby … it’s OK …” I whispered soothingly into her hear, gently
rocking her against me. “Oh bhaiyaa … I have never felt anything like this …” she sobbed,
taking my left hand and pressing it against her bared left breast. Closing
 my fingers around her breast, I began to knead the soft flesh; kissing her on the mouth at
the same time. She responded with ardour, kissing me back passionately.

She was rubbing her feet together, and clasping and unclasping her thick thighs. Taking
my right hand in hers, she slid it down between her thighs towards her vagina.
“Oh dear, she wants it!” I thought to myself at this encouraging gesture from her. Pulling
away from her mouth, I pushed my head further down till my mouth came to
her milky white big, soft, and plaint breasts. Closing my mouth around the soft tender tit-
flesh, I began to suck on it hard; while the fingers of my right hand began to
stimulate her vulva.

This time she encouraged me by spreading her thighs wider, and pulling up her legs to
bend them at the knees. She was oozing juices continuously now, and I wasted
no time in sliding the tip of my finger inside her juicy virgin pussy. I began to continuous
back and forth movement of my digits, fingering her faster; even as I continued
to suck on her succulent tits.

She was moaning and sobbing continuously now, bucking her hips and thrashing about
on the sofa wildly. She was tugging on my hair, as I continued to suck on her
virgin breasts. Soon, I felt her body begin to shudder, going into the throes of her
impending orgasm, muttered gasps emitting from her throat “Unhh … unhhh …
unhhh …” Her wet hot pussy, which fitted around my middle finger like a butter-coated
glove, began to spasm involuntarily, as she clenched her pussy muscles tight
around my invading digit; her thick fleshy legs sticking up straight in the air.

With my thumb rubbing her clitoris simultaneously, she came soon, uttering a deep
throated “Unnnnnhhhhhh …. mummmyyy …….”, her virgin cunt contracting around
my finger. As her legs collapsed on the sofa, and I felt her taut body relax, I stopped
fingering her. As I pulled out my finger I felt the hot sticky juices flow from her
 pussy. Her head flopped against my shoulder, as she continued to take in deep gasping
breaths, her mouth parted, her lips dry, and her milky soft breasts heaving. I pressed her head to
my chest, and caressed her back and thighs, soothing her.

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The day’s exertions had left me drained, and just as I had dozed off watching TV, the phone rang.
It was Kalpana aunty. She had stepped out to buy some
vegetables, and was calling me from a public phone ooth at the market. “Beta, I
was just buying some vegetables, and I was wondering if you wanted to have
something special for dinner tonight …” she said. “Oh aunty, why are you taking so much
trouble for me?” I protested, “Anything will do.” “Oh there is no trouble beta
… Jigna has gone for her picnic, and today Jatin bhai has also gone out of station for
work, so I don’t have much work to do at home …” her voice trailed off.

There was a moment’s pause, and she was searching for what to say next. “So beta,
today I will cook some special dinner for you, and …” she continued. After a
moment’s hesitation, she continued “… and I will be very happy if you can come home to
my place for dinner today evening”. There was hesitation in her voice, as she
waited with baited breath to hear my response. I stalled, as if I were indecisive. “Of
course beta, it is just a request … “she blurted in, upon not hearing anything from
me, “I know you may have plans so …” her voice trailed off. My cock had stiffened inside
my pants by now, thinking about the opportunity that lay before me.

Here was the buxom Kalpana aunty inviting me to her house for dinner … at a time when
she was all alone at home. “Oh it will be my pleasure, aunty” I responded “It
will be so nice for me to have your company rather than eating alone at my house” I
heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and her voice audibly perked up as she said to
me “Oh Jignesh beta, thank you so much … I am so happy to hear that … I will see you in
some time then”. As I hung up the phone, I squeezed my stiff cock through
 my jeans, and grinned to myself.

I showered quickly and changed into a comfortable pair of slacks and a t-shirt, foregoing
my evening work-out. If things went my way, I was going to need to
conserve my energy for the night. I walked over to Kalpana aunty’s house. On a sudden
impulse, I stopped myself mid-way. “Nothing like a bunch of flowers to flatter
a woman” I thought to myself. I headed back to my house to pick up my bike keys. After
having picked up a nice bouquet for Kalpana aunty, I reached her place. As I
rang the bell, Kalpana aunty opened the door. A look of surprise and pleasure crossed
her face as she saw me standing at the door with a smile on my face and a
bunch of flowers in my hand.

She was apparently working in the kitchen, as I noticed droplets of sweat rolling off her
face on to her chest. “Oh Jignesh beta, I never expected you to come so
early … I have still not finished cooking …” she blurted out. Her hands were covered with
wheat flour, ostensibly from the dough she was kneading for making rotis,
and for some reason looked incredibly sexy to me. “Oh come in please …” she hastily
said, a broad smile on her face, and her eyes glancing towards the flowers I
held in my hand. She was fidgeting with her sari, trying to wipe her hands on them, as I
walked inside. I held out the flowers for her, and said with a smile “These are
for you Kalpana aunty”.
As she took it from me, a look of tenderness crossed her face, and she said “Oh beta … for me!
Oh I can’t believe it …” she mumbled “I … I …” she stuttered,
“Nobody has ever brought bouquet for me …oh beta, thank you so much … thank you …
you are so nice” she said, squeezing my hand. As I held her hand, I said
“Oh aunty, come on … please don’t be so formal … this is the least I could do …” I replied
smoothly. She seemed flustered to see me land up so early, and I couldn’t
help but look at her body as she fluttered around the room, trying to locate a place to
keep the flowers.
 She was dressed in a cheap cotton saree, with the pallu tied tightly around her waist,
accentuating the shape of her massive hips. The red blouse she wore with her
saree was drenched with sweat at her armpits, and I got a glimpse of her huge breasts
encased tightly inside her blouse, as she wiped the sweat off her brow with
the pallu of her saree. I could see the outlines of her bra clearly at her shoulders and at
her armpits, as the fabric was soaked with her sweat. There was a musky
odour to her body that turned me on immensely. She bustled into the kitchen, and
returned with a glass of water for me in a tray. As she handed me the water, she
said “Oh Jignesh beta, please make yourself comfortable … I will finish my cooking quickly
…” Touching her arm, I said “Relax, aunty … I am in no hurry to have
dinner … I thought I will just come early and give you some company …” I smiled.

That brought a smile to her face also. As I followed her into the kitchen, I watched the
way her heavy ass moved within the confines of her saree. We chatted
pleasantly about many things, as I sat on a stool in the kitchen, watching her go about her
work. As she was rolling the dough into little balls to make rotis, I couldn’t
help but notice the way her heavy breasts swung under her saree. Soon she finished
cooking, and got around to arranging plates on the dinner table. The food was
delicious, and as I licked my fingers, I said “Aunty, this is the best food I have eaten in a
long time … thank you so much”. “Oh beta, I am the one who is grateful to
you for everything … I should be the one saying thank you …” she said kindly. “I am very
happy that I can do this much for you …” she said with a smile, looking into
my eyes.

After finishing dinner, I settled down on the sofa in their living room. She came out from
the kitchen, wiping her hands on her saree, and sat on a chair in next to the
sofa. I patted the sofa next to where I was sitting and said “Come aunty, sit here for some
time … you have done so much work today”. She smiled and came and
sat by my side. For few moments, there was an awkward silence. After hesitating for
some time, she said “Beta, I am really so grateful for everything that you have
 done for my family … I don’t know how to …” “Shhh …” I interrupted her, placing my hand
on hers. “Aunty please don’t say all that …” “Ok tell me, how is your
financial health now?” I asked seriously.

She continued to fidget with the pallu of her saree and said “We don’t have anything left
now, beta … we have even pawned the few gold ornaments I had … this
mangalsutra is the only thing I have left now …” she said with sadness, touching the chain
around her neck. I slid closer to her on the sofa, and putting my arms
around her shoulders, said “Aunty, I want to do something, and I want you to promise me
that you will accept it without a word.” “What is it eta?” she asked, looking
up at my face. “I want you to come with me tomorrow, and we will go and buy back all
the gold ornaments that you have pawned” I said. “But beta …” she started to
protest. “No buts aunty …” I said with finality “I don’t want uncle to know about this …
this is just between us”. “Oh eta …” she started to protest again. “You have to
say yes aunty … if I really mean anything to you …” I said with a gently smile on her face.

She sat there silently, looking at the floor. After a while, she looked up at me, and her
eyes were moist with tears. She leaned slightly towards my side, and placing
her hand on my thigh, said “Ok beta …” Since my arms were around her shoulders, as she
leant towards me, I gently pulled her towards me. She rested her head on
shoulder, and continued to run her hand on my thigh, as I caressed her back through her
blouse, feeling the straps of her bra under my touch. I had a raging hard-on
by now, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. We sat there like that for a
few minutes, not saying a word. I cleared my throat, and said “Aunty, I will
make a move now … you must be tired now, and wanting to sleep …” I said softly. She
hesitated for a minute, and then started to say “Beta …” and she paused.
“Yes, aunty?” I asked softly. “Would you … would you mind staying back here tonight …
you can …” she said haltingly “you can sleep here tonight if you like …”
 I remained quite for some time, and then said “Ok aunty, but I hope it is not a problem
for you …” “Oh no beta, why would it be a problem for me … “ she replied
quickly. As I withdrew my arm from her shoulder, she straightened to sit back. As she did that,
the pallu of her saree slipped off her shoulder. I was rewarded with the
sight of her big heavy breasts encased tightly inside her red blouse; and her heavy brown
belly between the bottom of her blouse and the top of her saree at her
waist, was exposed to my view. Her big breasts seemed to cover almost the whole of her
torso, and there was a deep cleavage because her bra and blouse were
nearly stretched to tearing point on her chest. Because of the way her blouse was
stretched across her big breasts, I could see a glimpse of her black bra through
the opening between the hooks of her blouse. They were huge.

She caught me looking at her breasts, and as she adjusted her pallu to cover her torso,
she looked into my eyes with a look of understanding and love. I feigned
embarrassment, and looked away quickly. Once again there was an awkward silence. As I
looked up into her eyes, I saw her continuing to look into my eyes with
tenderness. She reached out and caressed my face. Her touch was hot. She cleared her
throat, and in a soft voice, started to say “Beta …” She stopped herself
midway. I reached up and placed my palm over hers, which were still caressing my
cheek. “Let me get you something to change into” she said, getting up. I gra ed
her hand, and said “No its OK aunty, I am comfortable in these …” “You sure, beta?” she
asked “Yes, aunty …” I replied. As I let go of her hand, she said “OK beta,
in that case, you can go and lie down … I will finish some work in the kitchen”

As she went into the kitchen, I got up and moved to the bedroom where I had slept
earlier. Deciding to e a little bold, I stripped off my t-shirt and slacks, and got into
bed in just my boxers. I pulled up the sheet up to my neck, leaving only my face and bare
arms outside the sheet. My hard-on had subsided but it was still rigid in my
boxers. I fondled my cock through my boxers, and waited for her. I could hear her
washing the vessels in the kitchen. After a while, I heard her finish things off in the
 kitchen, and head to the bathroom. From the noises, I imagined she was washing her
arms, legs and face, and preparing to go to bed. I had switched off the main
light in the bedroom, but had left a small night bulb on. After a while, I heard her switch
off the lights in the main room & kitchen.
She came into the bedroom where I was, and I saw she had glass of milk in her hands. I lay there
with my eyes closed. I felt her sit gently by my side on the bed,
and she called out softly “Beta …” As I opened my eyes, she smiled, and said “I got some
milk for your to drink before you go to sleep beta …” I sat up in bed, and
taking the glass from her hand, said “Oh aunty, you are taking so much trouble for me …”
Ruffling my hair, she said “Beta, aapki seva karna to mera saubhagya hai
…” As I drank the milk, I noticed she smelt of some talcum powder she had applied on
herself, probably after washing her face.

She was gazing at my bare arms and chest. I finished and she took the glass from my
hand. At that moment, I grimaced and clutched the side of my back. With a
look of concern, she asked “What happened beta …” “Oh nothing aunty just that my
back is aching today …” “Oh my dear Jignesh beta … you must be so tired no …
you lie down … let me press your back …” “No aunty … its OK …” I started to protest.
With a mock stern look, she pushed me down on the bed and said “You listen
to Kalpana aunty now, ok beta”.

I lay down on the bed, and turned on to my stomach. I felt her adjusting her position on
the bed, and her hips pressed against mine as she came closer to where I lay.
“You just relax, ok beta …” she said softly as she began to press my back. Her hands,
unlike the soft ones of Sarla bhabhi, were hard from all the work she used to
do. But it felt great all the same. “Oh aunty, that feels so nice …” I sighed as her hands
went about kneading and pressing the muscles on my back. After pressing my
back for a while, she shifted down towards my leg, and began to press my legs. “Aunty,
please … its ok …” I started to protest “Just lie there beta … at least give
aunty the pleasure of being able to do something for you …” she said in a soft voice.
 She ran her hands down the length of the back of my legs, and then began to press my
calf muscles. She even took my feet in her hands, and pressed the fingers of
my feet. Then she worked her way back upwards towards my back, and said in a soft
whisper “Now turn around beta …” I had a raging hard-on by now, and was
afraid that she would see it. I took my chance and turned around to lie on my back again.
This time she slid down towards my feet, and began to massage my legs.
She was looking lovingly at my legs, and pressing them with tenderness. As she looked
up towards my face, she caught me looking at her and smiled. By now my
cock was standing up straight and had made a tent in my boxers. As she saw my hard on
sticking up through my boxers, I felt her body stiffen, and the pressure she
was putting on my legs while pressing went up a couple of notches. I lay there with
bated breath, enjoying the sensation of her firm hands massaging my legs
After a while, she slid herself back towards my torso on the bed, and placed her hands on my
chest. As she moved her hand up to my chest, her elbow brushed
against my hard on, and I felt her catch her breath in her throat again. Once again, she
glanced at my cock standing up in my oxers. But this time she avoided my
gaze, and just kept pressing my chest and arms. It was a hugely erotic position. Here was
the buxom heavy bodied 42-year old Kalpana aunty, sitting by my side and
giving me the best massage I had had in my life. She was starting to breathe a little faster
now, and I couldn’t help gaze at her heaving bosom. As she leaned forward
to press my shoulders, the pallu of her saree slipped off her shoulders.

She glanced at the pallu that had slipped onto the arms, but made no effort to pull it up,
and kept pressing my shoulders and arms, avoiding making eye contact with
me. My cock lurched within the confines of my boxers, as my eyes were once again
greeted with the sight of her massive heavy breasts tightly encased in her bra
and blouse. The droplets of sweat that had begun to form on her forehead, the sindhoor
she wore in the parting of her hair, the soft jingling of the glass bangles on
 her hand, and her mangalsutra dangling in front of her huge breasts, caused my rigid cock
to lurch inside my boxer shorts. It was now or never, I thought to myself.
“Aunty …” I whispered hoarsely, and slid my hand to hold hers and pressed it against my
chest. “Yes beta …” she whispered back, and looked into my eyes with
tenderness. I let go of her hand, and slid my hand up her arm, and squeezed her arm.

As I let go off her hand, her arm slackened, and once again her elbow brushed against my
rigid cock through my boxer shorts. I let out a heavy sigh, closed my eyes,
and lifting my hips off the bed, pressed my boner to her elbow. She made no attempt to
remove her arm, with my boner cock pressing against her elbow. As I
opened my eyes, I saw her looking at my face, with a mixture of tenderness and lust.
“Aunty, I am sorry … I …” I reathed out softly. “Shh beta …” she whispered
softly, and quickly moved her left hand to my face and caressed my cheek. Her left hand
was now firmly resting on my rigid cock, with the forearm pressed to it, her
palm resting on my stomach. She leant towards my face, and still holding my face with
her left hand, kissed me softly on my forehead.

As she did that I felt her heavy firm breasts press against my chest. She planted small
kisses on my forehead and cheeks, and then moved her mouth to my lips. With
a groan, I gra ed her by her hair which was tied into a tight bun behind, and kissed her
ardently. She left out a soft sigh, and parted her lips to kiss me back in
earnest, our tongues probing each other. I continued to hold her head with my left hand,
kissing her, while I moved my right hand to her back and pressed her torso to
me. I felt her right hand move between our bodies, and she then took hold of my hard
cock through the shorts, and squeezed it softly. A moan escaped me as I felt
her take my cock in her hand. As we broke our kiss, she looked into my eyes, and asked
“You love me so much eta?” squeezing my rigid cock once again. “Yes
aunty …. I …” I breathed out.
 She then sat up, and looked at me lovingly, her hand still ru ing my cock gently through
my boxers. The pallu had fallen off completely now, and I could see her huge
breasts heaving. I reached out and placed my hand on her left breast. She sighed, and
throwing her head back, gra ed my hand and pressed it against her breast.
Through the tight confines of her blouse & bra, I felt how hard and firm her mature heavy
breasts were. Her breasts were so big that there was no way I could cup
them. She pressed my hand to her breast as I squeezed her firm tit-flesh, as I squeezed
her hand which was ru ing my cock. I egan to run my fingers along the
exposed portion of the top of her breast, and began to slide a finger inside the tight
confines of her blouse. Her skin was hot to touch. “One minute, beta …” she
breathed as she felt the difficulty I was having in sliding my fingers inside her blouse.

She reached up quickly, and began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. My hand was
now caressing the side of her heavy & fleshy belly, kneading the flesh. One by
one, she opened the hooks of her blouse, and as the last one came off, I reached out with
both hands and placed them on her huge breasts through her bra. She was
wearing a cheap black cotton bra, which was stretched to the limit. Kalpana aunty was a
road woman, and the size of her bra was 38-D. She parted the flaps of her
blouse, and straightened her back, pressing her breasts into my hands. I slid my hands
under her armpits and reached out to her back, fumbling with the hooks of her
bra strap. Seeing my difficulty in opening her bra, she smiled tenderly, and reaching
behind unhooked her bra. As the strap of her bra came undone, her huge melons
sagged forward with the weight, within the cup of her bra. Closing her eyes, she hooked
her finger under her bra cup, and pulled up both the cups, exposing her huge
heavy breasts to me. “Oh aunty …” I breathed hoarsely, as I feasted my eyes on her mountainous
breasts.

They sagged with the weight, and settled down on her fleshy belly. Yet the flesh of her
breasts was so firm, that they still stood firmly on her chest. The skin of her
 breasts was brown like the rest of her body, and the big dark brown nipples were
surrounded with huge dark areolas. As she sat their holding up the cups of her bra
for me to feast on her breasts, I said to her “Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful …..”
With a sigh, I grasped her heavy breasts and began to knead the firm
tit-flesh. They felt so incredibly heavy in my hand. She moaned softly as I did that, and I
felt goose-bumps come all over her breasts, and the big nipples stiffened
under my touch. As I caressed her breasts with both hands, and softly ran my finger over
her erect nipples, she sighed heavily.

She placed her right hand on my hard cock, and gently squeezed it through the fabric of
my boxer shorts. I groaned, and egan to squeeze her heavy breasts in
earnest, rolling her thick turgid nipples between my fingers. I tried to cup both her
breasts in my palm, but still couldn’t get more than half of it in my hand. As I took
her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed, she let out a sigh “Oh beta
….” She leaned over me again, and placed her hungry mouth on mine. As
our tongues intertwined, and I felt the naked flesh of her big heavy breasts pressing
against my bare chest, I slid my hand down and grasping her hand which was
squeezing my cock, pressed it down. My right hand was caressing her back, as she almost
fully rested on my chest.

“Aunty …” I breathed “I want to suck on your breasts …” “Yes beta …” she replied. She
slowly lifted her face off mine, and looked down at me lovingly. It was a sight
to behold … Kalpana aunty sitting by my side, looking at me with love, with her blouse
open, the cups of her bra pulled up above her magnificent breasts, the
mangalsutra hanging between the valley of her breasts, caressing my face with her left
hand, while squeezing my hard cock with her right. Placing her palm by the
side of my face, she leaned forward, and offered me her huge 38-D breasts to suck on. I
gra ed her heavy reasts in my hands, and closing my eyes, ran my
tongue along the underside of her breasts. She shuddered as I did that, and I felt her
involuntarily clamp her hand tight on my cock.
 I began to run my tongue all over the flesh of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples,
squeezing them with my hands at the same time. I ran my tongue in circles
over her areolas, around her nipples. And then, I reached out with my tongue, and flicked
it across her nipple which was standing fully erect now. After teasing her
nipples with my tongue for some time, I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside,
and began to suck on them. As I did that, she moaned, and gra ing my head
with her left hand, pushed my face into her breasts. At the same instant, her right hand
slid into my boxers, and took hold of my rigid shaft. As I felt her calloused
hands clasp my cock, I moaned and began to suck on her breasts harder. She caressed
the underside of my shaft with her palms, and gently pressed my balls.
Soon, she took it in her hand again and began a gentle stroking motion.

My cock was already leaking pre-cum, and the feeling of her hands stroking my cock was
heavenly. After spending an eternity, sucking and licking her breasts, gently
ni ling on her hard nipples, I lay down for a breather. Once again, she leaned forward and
began to kiss my face. She kissed my face, my neck, ran her tongue in
my ears, and then slowly moved down to my chest. She planted kisses all over my chest,
and slowly began to trail her tongue down my torso. As I felt her wet
tongue on my belly, I jerked involuntarily and let out a groan of pleasure. As her face
moved towards my hips, she let go off my cock, which jerked and snapped
against her cheek. Her hand began to caress my thighs, as she moved her tongue below
my belly button. I could feel my hard erect cock ru ing against her hair and
face. “Oh aunty ….” I moaned.

She slid down the bed, and taking my cock in her hand again, began to rub it all over her
face. She began to plan little kisses on the shaft of my cock, and also began
to lick the underside of my cock, causing me to jerk my hips up towards her face. Her
heavy breasts were now pressing against my thighs. She then let out a soft
 moan, and opening her mouth, took my cock inside her mouth. “Aahhh …” I moaned as I
felt my cock engulfed by her hot wet mouth, and gra ing her head by the
bun of her hair, pushed her face down. As she rolled her tongue around the tip of my
cock inside her mouth, I cried out “Oh I love that aunty ….” I began to thrust my
cock deeper into her mouth.
oon she began a practiced motion of moving her head up and down my cock, sucking me harder,
almost taking 3/4th of my cock into her hot slurping mouth, and
caressing my swollen balls with her finger-tips at the same time. She then took the shaft
of my cock between her thumb and two fingers, and began stroking me even
as she moved my cock in and out of her sucking mouth. With the experienced way in
which she was sucking on my cock, I could feel my orgasm building up. “Aunty
….” I groaned, holding her head tighter by her hair, “I am going to come …” “Yes, Jignesh
beta …. I want you to come …” she mumbled back with my cock still in her
mouth.

I gra ed her head by the bun of her hair and pushed her mouth deeper down on to my
cock. I felt myself beginning to lose control, and cried out “Auntieee ….. I
can’t hold on any longer …. please …” and pulled her mouth away from my thro
ing & pulsing cock. “Kyaa hua beta …?” she asked with concern as she raised her
head and looked at me, “aap ko acchha nahi lag raha hai?” “Oh I love it aunty …” I
breathed out “I just don’t want to come in your …” my voice trailed off. “Oh that
…” she replied with a slow smile “Aunty will do anything for you beta …” and she began
stroking my cock. “You have a very nice …” she murmured shyly, gazing at
my thro ing member “You will make a girl very happy …” she said with finality, looking
into my eyes with a smile. I was writing with pleasure by now, and whispered
back “I don’t about other girls’ aunty … but I hope I can at least make you happy …” She
blushed, and replied “Oh yes, you will beta … you will ….” and squeezed
my cock hard as she continued to stroke it.
 I lay back and watched my darling Kalpana aunty, as she continued to caress my body
with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. She was sitting up now,
with the pallu of her saree completely off her torso, her blouse open, and her huge
heavy round breasts heaving, as she went on pumping my cock. I reached out, and
tried to hold her bared breasts. She slid forward towards my head and leaned forward
slightly, allowing me to reach her breasts. I placed my hand under her left
breast, and felt the incredible weight of them in my palm. As I began to knead the flesh
of her breasts like dough, I said to her “Aunty, do it faster please …”

She just nodded and began to pump my cock more vigorously. With her practiced
stroking, I was soon ready to come, and cried out “Auntie ………” My cum began to
spurt out from the slit of my cock, even as I arched my back and lifted my hips off the
bed. Such was the force of my orgasm that the first spurt landed on her
heaving breasts, and flowed down to her belly. I continued to jerk as spasm after spasm
racked my body and more and more cum spurted out of my cock, and was
soon overflowing her hand, and drooling on to my stomach and pelvis. As it ended, I fell
back on the bed, completely drained.
After a few minutes of being in this position, her breathing began to come back to normal.
Reaching up with her right hand, she cupped my face, and looking into my
eyes, breathed “Oh Jignesh bhaiya … that felt so good … so good … ohhh thank you so
much … thank you … thank you …” “Oh my baby … you don’t have to thank
Jignesh bhaiya … it is I who have to thank you …” I replied tenderly. She just smiled a
contended smile, and snuggled up closer to me. As she did that, she felt my
still throbbing, and extremely frustrated hard cock press against the side of her belly.
Turning sideways towards me, she leant towards me and rested her torso
against my chest.

Her plump fleshy breasts pressed against my chest, as she placed her head on my chest
and began to caress my chest with her hands. My cock was painfully erect
 now, and was pressing into her fleshy belly thru my shorts. As I caressed her hair, she
snuggled up closer to me, and began to slide her hands under my t-shirt. As
her soft pudgy fingers caressed my taut belly, and slid up my muscular chest, I tightened
the muscles of my chest. “You have a very good physique, bhaiya …” she
whispered softly, her fingers tracing lines on my chest under the t-shirt. “Your muscles
are so hard bhaiya …” she mumbled softly. “There’s something else even
harder, Sejal …” I said with a half laugh. “What is that, bhaiya …” she asked instinctively.
As I smiled into her eyes, the meaning of what I said dawned on her, and
she blushed.

Her fingers which were caressing my chest, stopped moving, and her arm slid down
slightly, causing her elbows to touch my hardness through my shorts. “Is this … is
this so hard because of me bhaiya …” she asked in a small voice, letting her elbows rest
on my throbbing erection. “Yes, Sejal … it is hard like this because it likes
you very much …” I whispered back softly. “Oh bhaiya … tell me what to do please … I
don’t know what to do …” she said hoarsely, those beautiful round eyes wide
with innocence. “Feel it with your hands, baby …” I replied hoarsely. She slid her right
hand down my torso, and placed the palm of her hand on my throbbing cock
through the shorts.

As her fingers instinctively closed around my cock, I shuddered and clutched her hard by
her shoulder. As she looked up at my face again, her eyes wide open and
her lips slightly parted, I whispered “Now caress it baby …” Wetting her plush lips with
her tongue, she began to gently caress my rigid shaft through the fabric of my
three-quarters. “Do you want to see it, Sejal?” I asked her in a hoarse whisper. She let
out a sigh, and nodded her head imperceptibly. Pushing my hips upwards to
press my harness into her palms, I said “Go ahead sweetheart, open it and take it out …”
Her cheeks flushed when she heard that, and I felt her hesitate.
 “Don’t worry baby … it won’t bite …” I said with a laugh. She relaxed upon hearing this
and even giggled. She slid down the sofa, and knelt down on the floor
between my outstretched thighs. As her fingers began to fumble with the button of my
three-quarters, I tucked my tummy in, making it easier for her to unfasten the button. Tugging at
the zip of my shorts, she pulled it down. Lifting my hips of the sofa, I pushed down my three-
quarters, to present my erection painfully sticking up
like a tent pole inside the confines of my white underpants. She gazed at the protrusion
of my cock and swallowed, once again uncertain.

As she looked up into my eyes with apprehension, I reached out with my hand and
caressed her hair. “Go on … Sejal …” I urged her gently. She reached out and slid
her fingers under the elastic of my underwear’s waist-band, and began to pull it down. I
lifted my hips off the bed again to help her. As she pulled my underwear down
my thighs, my fully erect cock sprang out like a cobra, and slapped against my belly.
Grasping the base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, I pushed it forward
gently, causing it to stand proud in front of her shocked face, swaying gently.

Her mouth opened and a gasp escaped her lips, even as her hands instinctively flew to
her mouth. “Have you ever seen this before, Sejal …” I asked her gently. She
shook her head, and managed to whisper “No, bhaiya …” Continuing to gaze at my
throbbing cock in rapt attention, she wet her lips once again, and swallowed. I
was having this raging hard-on for so long now, that a few drops of pre-cum were already
adorning the tip of my cock. I pulled my foreskin down, exposing the blood-
gorged helmet-shaped shiny head of my reasonably large cock. As she shifted her gaze
from my throbbing cock towards my face, I whispered “Hold it baby … it has
been dying to feel your touch for so long now …” “Oh bhaiya …” she cried out in a hoarse
voice, and wrapped her soft fleshy fingers around the girth of my hard
penis. As I felt her soft hands close around the shaft of my cock, my hips jerked
involuntarily, causing a fresh drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my cock.
 As I gazed at her face lovingly, I couldn’t help but gloat over my luck. Here was this
gorgeous busty teenage school-girl, kneeling between my thighs on the floor, her
school-uniform shirt open to show me those young juicy mammaries, and clutching my
fully erect cock in her hand. “Now start stroking it like this, Sejal …” I
whispered, wrapping my fingers around her hand holding my cock, and moving it up and
down. “Like this, bhaiya …” she asked in a small voice, sliding her grasp up
and down along the length of my cock. “Yessss, my darling …” I groaned, and threw back
my head against the back-rest of the sofa.

As she got the hang of stroking my cock, I let out a groan of contentment. She was gazing
at my cock in rapt attention, her lips parted slightly, and her breath coming
in shallow gasps, as she continued to stroke my cock lovingly. Looking up towards my
face, she asked innocently “Am I doing it right bhaiya …” “Oh yes Sejal … you
are doing it right …” I breathed out, pushing my hips up, making my cock stand only
inches away from her face. I felt her hot breath on my cock even as she stroked
it gently. “Now shall I kiss it bhaiya …” she asked hoarsely. “Oh Sejal …” I groaned, when I
heard these hugely erotic words emerge from her lips. As I nodded my
head, she brought her face closer to my cock, and closing her eyes, kissed the straining
tip of my cock with her lips awkwardly. Her eyes were screwed shut, as she
began to kiss my cock at different places with her lips, the way one would give a peck on
someone’s cheek. Pulling her face away, she opened her eyes and gazed at
my cock with arousal, continuing to stroke it.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, she closed her eyes again, and bent her head forward
again to kiss my throbbing cock again. This time she parted her lips, and I felt
her warm wet tongue against the bulging head of my cock. My hips jerked spasmodically,
and I clutched her by her shoulder. “Take it in you mouth baby …” I
groaned. With a small moan, she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock into her
wet hot mouth. As her mouth closed in an O around the mushroom-shaped
 head of my cock, she screwed her eyes shut again. I saw her adam’s apple bob, as she
swallowed involuntarily, the unfamiliar musky taste of my cock and pre-cum
assailing her virgin mouth.

But this girl was incredible. She didn’t flinch, and began to suck on the tip of my cock, her
tongue licking the head, albeit awkwardly. As she got accustomed to the
odor of my cock, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth. I
caressed her cheek, and whispered “I love you, baby …” That seemed to be
the encouragement she was waiting for, because she opened her mouth wider and took
more of my cock into her warm welcoming mouth. As I lost control, and
pushed my cock deeper into the waiting receptacle of her hot mouth, she gagged
involuntarily, feeling the tip of my cock press against the larynx of her throat.

As she gagged, her saliva dribbled out of her mouth, and slid down the length of my cock.
I felt a pang of guilt course through me, as I saw this innocent teenager
struggling to breathe with my thick cock stuffed inside her virgin mouth. I grasped her by her
head, and pulled her head up, causing my cock to slip out of her mouth
with a plopping sound. Alarmed, she looked up at me with a scared look, and wiping the
saliva drooling out of the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand, asked
me tentatively “What happened bhaiya … did I do something wrong?” “No baby … not at
all …” I reassured her with a loving smile. “I just don’t want you to do it if
you don’t like it …” “Oh bhaiya … why are you saying that …” she cried out in protest. “I
like it … I like doing this … I just hope I am doing it good … and it is making
you feel as good as I felt when you were doing it for me …”

“Oh darling … you are doing it beautifully … I love it …” I said to her tenderly, caressing
her face. Her face lit up with childlike pleasure on hearing that, and without a
word, she proceeded to take my cock into her willing mouth once again. This time she
went about it with more confidence, sucking on my cock with a little more
 pressure, licking it with the juicy tongue inside her mouth. As she began to suck on my
cock like a delicious lollipop, she began to bob her head up and down slowly,
taking more and more of my cock into her mouth with each moment.

Throwing my head back as the pleasure of her sucking on my cock hit me, I began to
move my hips up gently as well, pushing more of my cock into her juicy mouth.
As my cock hit the cavity of her throat, she gagged a couple of times. But she continued
bravely, breathing hard, her saliva drooling down the length of my shaft. I
knew that if she continued this for some more time, I was going to blast my load in her
mouth itself. Not wanting to do that to this lovely teenager on her very first
time, I pushed her head back gently, pulling my cock out of her mouth. “Rub it on your
breasts, Sejal …” I breathed out hoarsely, as she looked up lovingly at my face.

She stood up from her sitting position on her knees, and parting her open shirt, leant
forward, causing her plump juicy breasts to dangle inches from my wet hard
cock. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to rub the tip against the succulent flesh of
her mammary glands, her erect pink nipples grazing the head of my cock.
“Oh Sejal …” I moaned, as I straightened, and grasped her fleshy tits in my hands.
Pressing the soft flesh of her breasts together, wrapped them around the hard
shaft of my cock. She co-operated by grasping her breasts herself, and straightening her
back.

As I mauled the succulent flesh of her plump teenage breasts with my fingers, she
moaned softly. As I let go off her breasts, she cupped her ripe left breast with her
left hand, and grasping my cock with her right hand, began to rub it against her aroused
pink nipple. As her fingers continued to stroke my cock, she looked up at me
lovingly, and asked in a small voice “Does this feel good bhaiya …” “Oh yes, it does baby
…” I replied with a smile. I was reaching the point of no return now, and
was ready to cum. “Do it faster, Sejal …” I breathed hoarsely. Without a word, she began
to pump my cock faster, and to my surprise took into her mouth again.
 As her warm mouth closed around my cock, I groaned with pleasure. It amazed me to see
how quickly an untouched girl like her figured out what gave a man
pleasure, as I experienced the orgasmic feeling of her pumping my cock with her soft
hands, while sucking on it at the same time. Feeling my sperm begin to boil, I
quickly grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock. It was just in time, for
just as my throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth, a thick wad of my jism
shot out of the slit of my cock and landed square on her neck. She let out a soft moan,
and grasped my cock tighter, as more of my cum spurted from my quivering
cock and landed on her soft pillowy breasts. As my orgasm subsided, I fell back on the
sofa with a sigh.

She was still holding on to my cock, as the remaining cum had flowed down my cock and
was all over her soft hands. “Do you … do you have a handkerchief bhaiya
…” she asked me in a small voice. I smiled, as I dug into my pocket and pulled out the
handkerchief. She took it from my hand, and began to wipe my cock clean.
She then proceeded to wipe my cum from her neck and breasts, as I watched her fondly.
Wiping her hands, she looked up at me with a shy smile and asked “Did you
feel good, bhaiya?” “I did sweetheart … I did” I replied with warmth. As she stood up, I
pulled her towards me and made her sit in my lap. Cupping her succulent
breasts with both my hands, I kissed them gently, and ran my tongue on her nipples,
causing her to giggle and squirm in my lap.

Continuing to knead her juicy tits, I kissed her on the mouth, and said “That was
wonderful, Sejal …” “Oh bhaiya …” she cut me off “I am so glad I could make you
happy …” As I let go of her, she stood up, and asked me if she could leave, as it was
getting late for her. She went into the bedroom to put on her undergarments
which I had asked her to remove. At the door, I hugged her warmly and said “Have a good picnic,
Sejal … and come back soon … I will be waiting for you …” “Oh
 even I am waiting to come back, bhaiya …” she replied shyly. As Sejal left, I closed the
door behind me and headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess I had
made inside my underwear.

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As my cock began to soften, she leaned forward and rested her upper body and mine, her breasts
pressed against my chest, and her head resting on my shoulder.
As I was trying to get my breath back, she whispered in my ear “Did you like it beta …?”
“Oh yes aunty, I loved it … I loved it … thank you … thank you so much” I
managed to gasp. “Shhh beta … I should be the one saying thank you … not you …” she
chided me. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pressing her close to
me, kissed her on the mouth passionately.

She rested on me in that position till my breathing came back to normal. As I removed my
arms from around her, she sat up slowly. She was still holding on to my
cock, which had now shrunk to its normal size. Turning towards it, she wiped the cum
which had fallen on my belly and pelvis, with the pallu of her saree, and also
wiped off whatever had landed on her breasts and hands. I couldn’t help but feel grateful
to this lady for being so loving to me. Having cleaned me up, she leaned
forward, and kissing me on my forehead, said “Aunty will be back in one minute, ok
beta?” She got up and went out of the bedroom, into the adjacent bathroom.
When she returned, I saw that she had taken off her blouse and bra completely and now
had just the pallu of her saree draped around her torso.

As she walked towards my bed, I could see the way her breasts swayed behind the pallu
of her saree, and the way her broad hips swung inside the confines of her
saree. By now, I had recovered, and I could feel the current of desire course through my
limp penis once again. As she sat down on the bed by my side once again,
 she asked in a small voice, “Beta, is it OK if aunty sleeps with you tonight …” “Of course
aunty … why are you even asking that …” I chided her, taking her hands in
mine and squeezing it tight. “Thank you beta …” she replied gratefully. She then stood up
and began to take off her saree. As the saree came off her body, I saw how
heavily built she was.

My cock was beginning to come back to life as I took in the sight of her big fleshy breasts,
her fleshy round belly, her broad hips, and her incredibly big ass inside the
black petticoat she wore. I moved to one side of the bed to give her space, and she lay
down on the bed by my side. As she settled down on her back, I placed my
hand on her breasts and began to fondle them. I placed one leg over her body, and pulled
her towards me turning her to face me. I snuggled my face in the warmth of
her huge breasts, and began to lick her breasts, squeezing them hard, even as my hands
caressed her bare back, and slid down to her big ass.

Taking her nipples in my mouth, I began to suck on her breasts in earnest once again,
even as she let out a sigh, and pressed my face deeper into the fleshy valley of
her breasts. With my free hand, I began to pull up her petticoat, till I could feel the bare
skin of her massive thighs. I ran my hands over her thighs, and slid my hand
up till my palm reached her huge fleshy ass. I could feel the fabric of the cheap cotton
panty she was wearing, stretched across her butt. I began to caress her butt
through her panty, and began to squeeze the flesh on her ass. She moaned with pleasure,
and pressed her pelvis to mine, causing my rapidly hardening cock to press
against her belly.

Taking my leg off her body, I pushed her so that she lay on her back now, and whispered
to her “Take off your panties aunty …” Silently, she slid her fingers inside the
elastic of her panties, and slid it down her hips, raising her hips off the bed in the process.
Raising her legs, and bending them at the knees, she proceeded to remove
 the panty completely. As she lay back again, I undid the cord of her petticoat at her waist,
and loosened them. By now I had pulled up her petticoat almost completely
exposing her mammoth thighs. Pressing my almost fully hardened cock on the side of her
hips, I ran my hands along her thighs and began to caress the insides of her
thighs.

She let out a soft hissing sound, as I felt goose bumps come up on the flesh of her thighs,
and she parted her thighs, allowing me full access. I slowly slid my hand
up, till I reached her vagina. Her vagina was almost fully covered with thick crinkly hair. As
I began to caress her vagina with my hand, feeling the hair tickle my palm,
she moaned and opened her legs wider. Continuing to suck on her breasts, I slowly slid
my finger through the forest of hair, and found her the slit of her pussy. She
was soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her hot pussy, as I slowly slid a finger
inside her pussy.

As my finger slid inside her hot pussy, she hissed out “Oh Jignesh beta …” and clutched
my hair tight, pressing my face deeper into her huge breasts. “Just relax
aunty …” I whispered back “it’s my turn now …” Parting the lips of her cunt, I slid in one
more finger and began to finger fuck her sopping wet pussy slowly. As my
fingers began to probe deeper into her vagina, she began to buck her hips, and grasping
my hand began to push it deeper into her. Her head was thrown to one side,
and she was moaning with pleasure. Throwing my leg over her fat thighs, I turned to her
side and began to finger fuck her in earnest. She kept moaning “Oh beta …
oh beta …” over and over again. I then climbed on top of her, and straddled her, with my
butt resting on her belly, and my fully erect cock standing out straight right
over her heaving mountainous breasts. Taking my cock in my hand I began to rub it on
her breasts, and teasing her erect nipples with the bulbous red tip of my cock.

Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted, breathing heavily, as she felt me rubbing
the sticky tip of my fully erect cock all over her breasts. She co-operated
 with my squeezing her breasts together, thus trapping my erect cock between her heavy
fleshy breasts and squeezing them. Then I slid down her belly, and began to
lick her neck. As she wrapped her arms around my back, I started licking her neck and
slowly slid down to her chest. I took each of her huge breasts in my hand, and
squeezing them hard, sucked on them one by one. Then I slid down further and began to
lick her huge fleshy belly, paying special attention to her belly button. She
was moaning with pleasure almost continuously now. “Beta …” she said in a hoarse voice
“nobody had done this for aunty in a long time …. Oh I love you beta …” as
she continued to hold my head in place by my hair.

“I love you too aunty …” I whispered back, as I clambered off her belly, and quickly got in
between her thighs. “Beta, noo …” she cried out, as I took hold of her
heavy legs and raised them. Bending her legs at her knees, I began to caress the
underside of her massive tree-trunk like thighs. I proceeded to bring my face closer
to her thighs, and began to lick the underside of her thighs, She lay there, clutching the
headboard of the bed, her eyes closed and head thrown back, as I held her
legs pushed up, and parting her thighs, began moving my tongue on her knees from the
back of her knees closer and closer to her sopping wet hairy pussy. Throwing
up her petticoat, I brought my face close to her pussy and began to lick the flesh of her
pelvis around her vagina. There was a strong musky odor coming from her
wet pussy that was repulsive yet erotic at the same time.

As she realized what I was about to do, she clutched my head by the hair and cried out
“No beta … please … “ “Why aunty … wont you allow me the pleasure of
doing what you did for me …” I asked in a hurt tone. “No beta … you don’t have to … I am
… I am not clean there …” she said haltingly almost sobbing. “If I am
clean aunty … then you are also clean” I replied, and with one swift motion plunged my
face into the hot musky valley of her vagina. This lady was all heart, and I
wanted to give her my best. Even though I nearly gagged with the musky smell that hit
my nostrils, I held my breath, and parting the lips of her vagina with my two
 thumbs, began to lick her sopping wet pussy. As my tongue touched her pussy, she let
out a long cry, and nearly pulled off the hair from my head.

Her thighs clamped tight around my head, as I continued to lash her sopping wet pussy
with my tongue. With my fingers I traced her clitoris, and began rubbing it with
my thumb, even as I plunged my tongue deep inside her vagina and sucked on her. I had
to use nearly all my strength to keep her thighs from suffocating me, as I
continued to suck and lick her pussy. She began to buck and writhe on the bed, burying
my face in her vagina. I could feel the rough crinkly hair of her pussy rubbing
against my face, but I did not stop. Instead I slid my hands under her massive buttocks
and began to squeeze them hard, pushing her hips up into my mouth.

She was going berserk with what I was doing to her pussy, and cried out hoarsely, “Beta
… please… please I want you inside me now ….” I continued to lash her
pussy with my tongue. “Beta … please give aunty your … please beta ….” She begged. By
now, I was ready for her. I quickly lifted my face up from her pussy, and
positioned myself between her massive thighs. Lifting her thighs up, bent at her knees, I
took hold of my cock with one hand and rubbed it against the slit of her juicy
wet pussy. She moaned “Take me beta ………..” With one swift motion, I plunged my hard
cock deep into the depths of her sopping wet pussy. “Oh maa ….” She
cried out as she felt the thick girth of my cock plunge deep inside her. Her pussy was by
no means tight, but it still felt incredibly good. For once I felt like there was enough space inside
to accommodate my reasonably large cock.
Hooking her knees on my shoulders, I pushed her legs back till her knees were nearly pressing
against her breasts; I began to slide my hard cock in and out of her
slowly. I placed my arms by the side of her torso, and began to fuck her with deep long
strokes. As I looked at her face, her hands reached out and grasped my
face. There were tears rolling down the side of her eyes, even as her face was contorted
with ecstasy, she sobbed with pleasure “Oh Jignesh beta … I love you so
 much …” I just smiled at her and began to pump my hips harder. With each thrust, I
could hear my hips smack against her heavy hips, and my cock slide in and out of
her with a squishy sound. With each thrust, her heavy body shuddered and her huge
breasts which were spread out over her chest, wobbled and jiggled like a huge
milk bag.

By now, she was beginning to lose control of herself, and had wrapped her legs around
my back. She grabbed my by my shoulders, and began to grind her hips and
thrust upwards, even as my plunging cock explored new depths of her pussy. “Beta …..
“she moaned “aunty has never felt this way in a long time” looking into my
eyes with a mixture of love and lust. “Yes beta …yes … do it …” she gasped. Repositioning
myself on my knees, I took hold of her huge breasts in my hand, and
began to knead them like dough, even as I continued to fuck her. I even bent forward,
and sucked on her breasts, as I continued to stroke my cock in and out of her
pussy.

Very soon, her breathing became gasps, and I could feel the throes of an impending
orgasm take control of her body. Clutching my head again, she almost sobbed
“Beta … please … I am …” “Yes aunty … yes…” I gasped between my breaths “I want you
to cum ….” Her body began to shudder uncontrollably, even as I began
to fuck her harder. “Oh maaa ……” she cried out aloud, even as she wrapped her legs
tighter around my back, and began to thrust back at me vigorously. She
probably hasn’t had a fuck like this in a long time, I thought to myself as I concentrated
on getting her to cum, before I shot my load.

I was ready to come any moment now, and I gasped out hoarsely “Aunty … I am going to
cum any moment now … shall I remove it now …” “No beta … no no no …”
she nearly pleaded with me “please don’t stop …” “But aunty, is it OK … I mean …” I
asked with concern, even as I continued to fuck her with hard rapid strokes.
 “Oh yes beta … yes … it is OK …. Please … please don’t stop … I want to feel you inside me
… I want to feel your … inside me …” she cried out. “Oh yes …. Oh
my God …. Yes ….” she nearly screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. That set me off too,
as I felt my climax nearing. Her pussy muscles began contracting and
spasming, milking my rampant cock with each stroke. As her orgasm hit her, she threw
her head back, and let out a long groan, prompting me to shoot my load too,
deep inside her. As I felt my semen spurting inside her hot cunt, I cried out aloud too
“Ohh aunty … I am cummingg ….” For me the second orgasm is always
stronger, and I felt spurt after spurt of my hot cum shooting inside her, even as her legs
collapsed, and her head fell back on the bed.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my back, with my
cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. We lay there for what seemed like
an eternity, waiting for our breathing to come back to normal. Finally, she stirred and
began to caress my hair and back, where my face rested on the cushion of her
heavy breasts. I raised my head and looked at her face. There were tears in her eyes, as
she looked at me. With a sigh, she took my face in her hands and pulled
me to her lips.

As she kissed me passionately, she said again and again “Oh Jignesh beta … thank you …
thank you so much …” “Oh beta, you don’t know how much this meant to
aunty … “and she went on and on. “Oh aunty, please don’t say that …” I protested, “I
wish I could tell you how much this meant to me …” We kissed once again
passionately, and then I slid off her body on to my side of the bed. She turned towards
me on her side, and cradling my head in her arms, pressed my face to her
heaving bosom. With my face buried in the valley of her magnificent heavy breasts, and
my lips brushing against her turgid nipples, I went off to sleep.
I slept soundly, and woke up refreshed. I was still naked, but a sheet had been put over me.
Kalpana aunty was not in the bed. As I got up and stretched, I heard
 noises of her doing something in the kitchen. Pulling on my boxers and the t-shirt, I
walked towards the kitchen. There was tea brewing on the stove, and she was
busy filling drinking water in some vessels. I stood there silently and watched her for a
while. She was wearing a cheap cotton night-gown, which had buttons in the
front from the cut of the neck right down to her belly. From the way her body moved
under the gown, I could make out she was not wearing anything underneath. As I
watched the way her massive butt moved under the gown, I felt my cock stirring again.

As she turned to pick something, she saw me standing at the doorway, and smile of
surprise lit up her face. “Oh beta, I didn’t realize you had woken up … I was just
going to wake you up after making tea …” she said. I just looked into her eyes, and
smiled. She turned her eyes away with an embarrassed smile, and asked “Beta,
what would you like to have for breakfast?” Once again, I chose not to reply, and just
smiled at her. Walking up to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist from
behind, and pressing my crotch into her massive behind, whispered into her ear “You,
aunty … I would like to have you for breakfast …” As I pressed my body to
hers, I realized I was right about her not wearing anything underneath. She shivered, and sighed
“Oh Jignesh beta …” as I caressed her waist, feeling the heavy flesh
under the thin cotton night-gown and pressed my rapidly stiffening cock against her
fleshy buttocks. “Thank you for yesterday night, aunty …” I whispered into her
ear, as I continued to caress her hips and thighs. “No beta … it is I who has to be thankful
… thank you …” she breathed, as she leant her head back and rested it on
my shoulder.

I pressed myself closer to her, and began to knead the flesh of her belly, grinding my rigid
boner against her ass. I slid my hands up towards her heavy dangling
breasts, and cupped each of them in the palm of my hand. As I weighed the incredible
heaviness of her huge breasts in my palms, I began to squeeze them. She
sighed heavily, and closed her eyes. Her turgid nipples had become erect, and as I gently
pinched them through her gown, she let out a shudder of pleasure. She
 shivered and sighed, as I began to lick her earlobes. Turning her face sideways towards
me, I kissed her on her lips. She moaned softly, and slid her arms around
me. Sliding my hands down to my butt, she pressed my crotch to her hips, and kissed me
back passionately. My cock was fully erect by now. As I pulled my lips off
hers, and began kissing her on her neck, she slid her right hand inside the elastic of my
boxers, and took hold of my rigid shaft in her calloused hand.

As her hands wrapped around my cock, I let out a sigh of pleasure, and squeezed her
heavy breasts harder. Looking into my eyes, she asked tenderly “Beta … you
are so … so hard … is it because of aunty?” “Yes aunty, it is because of you …” I whispered
back. “Oh Jignesh beta … I love you so much …” she cried, as she
gripped my cock tighter and began to move her hands, stroking me inside my boxer
shorts. By now she had turned around to face me completely. I reached up and
cupped her mature heavy breasts once again. As I squeezed her mature tit-flesh, she
sighed and threw her head back. The top two buttons of her gown were open,
and I began to unhook the others. As I opened all the six buttons of her night-gown, I
opened it to bare her beautiful big mature breasts.

As I looked at her huge breasts, capped by the thick brown nipples and large areolas, I
said “Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful …” She blushed and replied “Oh
Jignesh beta … you don’t have to flatter aunty … “Her voice trailed off as I bent forward,
and cupping her huge breasts in my hands, ran my tongue along the side of
her breasts. Her hands clutched my hair, as I began to lick her breasts, running my tongue
along the side and under them, and flicking her fully erect nipples with my
tongue. “Oh dikraaa …” She moaned, as I clamped my mouth on her nipple, and began
sucking on her breasts. I went berserk on her boobs, squeezing them hard,
sucking on them, and rubbing my lips on them. As I came up for a breath, she pulled my
face towards her and kissed me hard.
 She then gently pushed me towards the kitchen platform, and quickly knelt down in front
of me. Hooking her fingers in the elastic of my shorts, she pulled it down to
my knees. As my shorts slid down, my thick erect cock leapt out and stood swaying
proudly in front of her face. As my cock came into view, she sighed “Oh beta …”
and once again took it in her hand. She looked at it lovingly, and began to stroke me
gently, pulling my foreskin back, with her right hand. She brought up her left hand,
and began to caress my swollen balls at the same time. “Oh my dear aunty …” I breathed,
as I placed my hand on her head, and began caressing her hair. Gazing at
my cock lovingly with her lips parted slightly, she began stroking me a little more rapidly
now, prompting some pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my swollen
cock-head.

Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she looked up at my face with a tender smile.
Seeing the look of pleasure on my face, she brought her face closer to my
throbbing cock, and gently rubbed it against her face. As my cock-head rubbed against her
face, I felt my pre-cum getting smeared on her cheeks and slightly parted
lips. Turning to look at my cock, she opened her mouth, and guided my rigid member into
her waiting mouth. “Ahhh …” I groaned as I felt her hot mouth wrap around
the head of my cock. Caressing my bare thighs with her other hand, and still clutching my
cock with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, she began to suck on
my cock lovingly, pressing her big heavy breasts against my knees. As I watched the
incredible sight of my darling Kalpana aunty, down on her knees in front of me in
the kitchen, the sindhur in the parting of her hair, her mangalsutra dangling on her neck,
sucking on my cock lovingly first thing in the morning, I grasped her by her
face, and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.

As my cock went deeper into her mouth, she moaned, and began to move her back and
forth, sucking on my cock harder, rolling her lips against the tip of my cock. I
grabbed her head by the bun of her hair, and pushed my cock deeper into her throat. She didn’t
resist, and allowed me to push my cock into the depths of her mouth.
 First the daughter, and now the mother, I thought to myself, as I looked at my cock
sliding in and out of Kalpana aunty’s mouth. Her saliva was dripping from the sides
of her mouth as she slobbered over my cock. I was getting ready to shoot my load now,
and was desperate to fuck her once again before that happened.

Pulling her face upwards, I said hoarsely “Aunty, I want to ….” my voice trailing off. As my
cock came out of her mouth, she looked up understandingly at me with her
big round eyes. As she stood up, she took my hand in hers, and turning to move, said “Ok
beta … lets go to the bedroom …” “No aunty, here ….” I replied hoarsely,
my voice thick with lust. “But beta …. how will you …?” she began to ask with a look of
surprise. “Aunty … please … will you let me do it from behind …?” I breathed
out. “Oh my dear … aunty will do anything you want … why do you have to ask like this
and make aunty feel bad …” she replied in a small voice. Taking my face in
her hand, she asked me with love “Tell me beta … what do you want aunty to do?” “Just
turn around, aunty … and …” I let it hanging. She nodded in understanding,
and quickly turned to face the kitchen platform.

Bending forward, she placed her left hand on the platform, and began to pull up her
night-gown with the right. As her fleshy calves came into view, she turned her
head sideways to look at me shyly. With a look of lust in my eyes, I grabbed her gown and
pulled it up further, baring her massive heavy thighs. Because she was
short in stature, her thighs were like tree trunks. I gently pushed her forward to bend
more, and as she rested her elbows on the kitchen platform, I pulled up her
gown completely above her waist, and bared that enormous fat gaand of hers. I ran my
hands over her massive ass-cheeks, as I positioned myself behind her, my
wet throbbing shaft poking against the crack of her ass.

As I pushed my cock to press against her ass, she accommodated me by parting her thighs
and jutting her ass backwards towards me. As my cock quivered and
 touched the flesh of her ass, I thought to myself that this was a dream come true. I had
always fantasized about fucking Kalpana aunty from behind. Bending my
knees slightly to get into a better position, I pushed my cock forward between her thighs,
towards the opening of her hairy vagina. As my cock head poked against
the crack of her ass, she reached down between her legs, and guided my cock towards the
opening of her wet pussy.

She parted the lips of her vagina, and pushed herself back towards me, trying to get my
cock to slide into her pussy. I grabbed her by her ass, and with a groan
thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the wet confines of her hot pussy. “Ohh
yess betaaa ….” she moaned, as she felt my thick shaft penetrating her not
often fucked pussy. I grabbed her, and began to fuck her with short hard strokes. As my
pelvis smacked against her ass, I could see the flesh of her ass wobble and
quiver with each thrust. She was moaning with each thrust of mine, throwing her head
from side to side, and biting her lips. She reached behind with one hand, and
holding my ass, began to help me fuck her.

She had bent forward as much as she could, and her face was almost touching the
kitchen platform. Her huge breasts, which had tumbled out of her gown, were
dangling and swinging as I fucked her from behind, and her nipples were rubbing against
the cold stone of the kitchen platform. “Beta … aapko acchhaa lag raha hai
..?” she managed to gasp as I continued to fuck her hard. “Oh yess aunty ….” I groaned
back. She was moaning with pleasure now, and biting her lips. She was
supporting herself on her left elbow now, and moved her right hand to cup and squeezed
her huge dangling breasts. That turned me on immensely, as I felt my semen
begin to boil in my balls. I leant forward, and grabbing hold of her heavy breasts, began
to squeeze them hard, and pinch the nipples, as I fucked her relentlessly. Her
humungous fleshy ass quivered as I rammed my rod into her. She was also beginning to
near her orgasm, and cried “Oh Jignesh beta …. please don’t stop …”
 As her orgasm hit her, her pussy began to convulse and clamp tighter around my ravaging
cock. That was the trigger, and with a groan I shot my load inside her wet
convulsing pussy. As my cock exploded, her hands went between her legs, and I felt her
fingers rubbing her clit as well as my cock where it was going into her pussy,
in a desperate attempt to get her orgasm. Her knees buckled as her orgasm hit her, and I
collapsed on her back, my semen beginning to drip out of her pussy, and
run down the insides of her thighs. We lay there in that position, her with her torso on
the platform, her heavy breasts squashed against the cold stone, and me
resting on her back, with my chin resting on her shoulder.
After a while, I straightened up, and helped her come up on her feet as well. She avoided looking
at me, as she straightened up and turned towards me. As she
began to adjust her gown, looking at the floor, I took my face in her hands, and looking
at her with tenderness, said “Aunty, I don’t know how I can ever thank you for this …” “Oh beta …
“she protested immediately, “Please don’t say that … it is aunty’s privilege to be able to do
anything for you …” I kissed her immediately in
response, and pressed her tight to my body. She responded by kissing me back
passionately. My cock was limp by now and trails of my cum were dripping down my cock. The
wonderful woman that she was, she immediately took a washcloth, and kneeling down in front
me, proceeded to wipe my cock clean. As she helped me
pull up my shorts, she gave me a shy smile. Afterward, I had my tea and breakfast, and
took her leave.

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After the heavy breakfast at Kalpana aunt’s I was feeling drowsy, and decided to have a snooze. I
woke up around noon, and immediately hit the shower to get rid of
my lethargy. Just as I got out of the shower, the phone rang. It was Sarla bhabhi. “Hello
beta” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t you come over to my place today for
lunch? I have made pooris and aam ras today … specially for you” she said with warmth.
“OK, aunty …” I laughed, as I agreed. When I reached her place and rang
 the bell, she opened the door and greeted me with a carefree embrace, saying “Oh
Jignesh beta, thank you for coming …” As I felt her press her soft body to me, I looked over her
shoulder and froze. Sitting on the couch in the living room was Mayuri ben, another older woman
in our colony whom I lusted for. Mayuri ben was a
matronly 48-year old widow, having lost her husband nearly 12 years back.

A shade darker than Kalpana aunty, and attired in her trademark clothes of a white
cotton saree worn in the Gujarati style, and white blouse, she was a huge fat
woman, nearly as tall as me, with a heavy fleshy body. Ever since I had entered my teens,
I had been fascinated by the sheer size of her massive breasts and hips;
the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life. Though she had a more attractive face
when compared to Kalpana aunty, there was a permanent stern look to her,
accentuated by the thick spectacles she wore. She looked every bit a school
headmistress, which was partly true because she taught primary grade kids at some
local government school nearby.
As Sarla bhabhi felt me stiffen, she let go off me and said “Oh don’t be shy beta, Mayuri ben was
waiting here specially to meet you” As she said that and led me
inside, Mayuri ben got up from the sofa and stood up. “How are you Jignesh bhai?” she
greeted me with a smile. I had always been so intimidated by her that I took
my time to find my voice. “Oh are you still afraid of me beta?” she said with a knowing
smile. The ice broken, I too laughed and said “Umm, no aunty … just that I
was …”

She threw her head back with a hearty laugh and said “You know Sarla; he was such a
naughty boy since he was a kid. He would ring the bell of my house in the
middle of the day while I would be sleeping, and then run off when I came to open the
door. Finally one day I caught him at it, scolded him properly, and took him to
his mother.” I winced at the memory of that incident a few years back. Seeing both of
them laughing, I too joined in and said “Yes aunty, I still remember how you
 grabbed me by my ear and dragged me home …” Both women laughed on hearing that.
“But see how you have become a big and smart boy you have become now
…” Mayuri ben said to both of us in general, looking me in my face with a smile.

Taking me by my hand, she said “Arre, why are you still standing … come and sit beta …”,
and led me to the sofa. Sarla bhabhi proceeded towards the kitchen. As I
sat down, she sat down next to me, and gazing at my face said “I hardly see you now a
days … you have grown up so much … you have become a handsome young
man now” I nearly blushed on hearing this from this woman who always had seemed like
a stern headmistress to me. As she kept looking at me and talking, with her
hand resting on my right knee, I couldn’t help but look at her body. She had a heavy
weather-beaten face, with the flesh on her cheeks and jaw beginning to sag a
little. Her hair, which was tied in a bun behind her head, was beginning to grey at the
temples, which she had colored with mehendi, giving it a dull golden brown look.

Being a widow, she wore some kind of a black-bead chain around her neck, and cheap
looking black plastic bangles on her wrists. The cheap white cotton saree she
wore was tied the Gujarati way, favored by older women here, and sticking out of the
shoulder line of her matching white cotton blouse, I could see the thick strap of
what must have been a really big bra. As my eyes took in the covered shape of her
massive breasts under her saree, I thought to myself that she had to be at least a
42-D. From the way she sat, I could see the bulging folds of her heavy & fleshy belly,
which sagging but held tight at her waist by the saree. “Where are you lost,
beta?” She asked patting my knee. I came out of my reverie, and quickly averted my gaze
when I realized that she had caught me staring at her body.

Just as I was about to mumble some excuse, Sarla bhabhi came bustling into the living
room. “Come beta, lunch is ready. Mayuri ben, can you help me serve the food
…” she said chirpily. As Mayuri ben got up and ambled towards the kitchen, my eyes were
drawn to her massive hips and that huge ass. Each of her massive ass
 cheeks seemed to jiggle with each step she took, and my cock twitched at the sight of
that. Turning to look at me with a smile “You sit here with Jignesh, Sarla … I
will get the food …he still seems to be scared of me …” she said, throwing her head back
in a throaty laugh, and looking at me in the eye. As she disappeared into
the kitchen, Sarla bhabhi came and sat down next to me.

Placing her hand on my thigh and rubbing it, “Beta, I hope you are not angry with me for
calling you here when she was here …” she said in a small voice. “She has
been asking me so much about you … and she has been telling me for a long time now
that she wanted to meet you and ask you if you needed anything … and how
you were managing all by yourself without your parents ..” she continued. “So I told her
that OK I will call him today … I hope it is OK beta …” she said with a childish
pout on her face. “Of course it is OK, aunty” I reassured her, placing my palm on hers. “I
was anyway wanting to come here and see you … I was missing you so
much …” I said with a knowing smile. “Liar …” she said teasingly, and slapped my arm
teasingly. “No aunty, really …” I began to protest. “Really … really …” said
teased me, and slid her hand from my thigh towards my crotch. As her fingers closed over
my hardness through my trousers, I sighed and pressed her hand harder.
“See, aunty … I told you … now you believe me?” I asked with a laugh.

She blushed, and looked quickly towards the kitchen door. She was dressed in simple
yellow saree and blouse today, and as she started to say something, I slid my
hand quickly under her saree and clasped her juicy breasts through her blouse. “Ohh …”
an involuntary sigh escaped her lips, as my fingers closed around the pliant
flesh of her soft breasts. Hearing some noises from the kitchen, she stood up suddenly.
Just then Mayuri ben appeared through the kitchen door. Seeing her, Sarla
bhabhi quickly moved towards the dining table to help her set the plates.

As we ate at the dining table, Mayuri ben fussed over me constantly, serving me, pouring
water for me, and trying to be the perfect host. A couple of times as she
 leaned over me to serve me something, I felt the pillowy softness of her massive breasts
brush against my shoulder. The second time it happened; I looked up
towards her and saw that there was a smile on her face. To be honest, I couldn’t make
out what her smile meant. I couldn’t complain ever the less. After lunch, as we
settled down on the couch to relax, Sarla bhabhi spotted the new Rolex I had picked up a
few days back on my wrist. “Ohh, that’s such a beautiful watch … I am sure
it would have cost a fortune …” she exclaimed. “Oh it’s nothing aunty …” I said
dismissively. Turning to Mayuri ben, she said excitedly “You know Mayuri ben, I really
must show you some sarees that Jignesh bought for me yesterday …” I squirmed when I
heard her say that. I wasn’t too keen on others knowing about me buying
stuff for her. “Oh really …” Mayuri ben said with a look of pleasant surprise.

As Sarla bhabhi went into the bedroom to fetch the sarees, Mayuri ben slid closer to me
on the sofa. “Kya baat hai Jignesh beta … bahut khyal rakh rahe ho tum
apni Sarla bhabhi ka … kabhi thoda so apni Mayuri aunty ke bare me bhi soch liya karo …”
she said with a mocking smile on her face. “Oh aunty, aap aisa kyun
bol rahe ho … main to …” I began to say uncomfortably. “Bas, bas … kuch mat bolo tum …
main kaun lagti hoon tumhari … sab samajhti hoon main …” she cut
me off, as she made a face. Before I could say anything, Sarla bhabhi bustled into the
room clutching he sarees I had bought for her yesterday. As she started to
show off her new possessions to Mayuri ben with much pride, I could see clearly the envy
written all over Mayuri ben’s face. Each time I looked at her pleadingly, she
just pouted and turned her eyes away. I was racking my brains trying to figure out how I
could appease this matronly woman who was also one of my all time
favourite fuck fantasies.

As she finished looking at the clothes, she took off her spectacles, and placing them on
the seat, leant back on the sofa. That’s when an inspiration struck me. As
Sarla bhabhi went inside to keep the sarees back, I stood up and went over to where
Mayuri ben was sitting. “Oh aunty ji …” I started to say, as I plopped myself
 down on the sofa right on top of her spectacles. “Beta, mere chashme …” she started. But
it was too late. Just as I had planned, as my weight settled on her
spectacles, I could feel the frame snap, and the glass break. “Oh no, sorry aunty ji … sorry
…” I blurted out and jumped up. Her spectacles were shattered beyond
repair. “Kya hua …” Sarla bhabhi enquired, as she came into the room. I kept saying sorry
over and over again to Mayuri bhabhi. “Koi baat nahi beta …” she placated
me with a smile. “Oh I hope you have a spare pair, aunty?” I enquired. “No beta … but it’s
OK … I will get another one made” she said with a pained look on her face,
staring at her broken spectacles desolately.

She then stood up, and said “I think I will go home now, dear …” she addressed Sarla
bhabhi. I too stood up, and said “Aunty ji, let me drop you to your house … it’s
quite hot outside …” “No, no beta … you please take rest … don’t bother about me … I will
walk … please don’t take so much trouble for me …” she protested.
“Where’s the question of trouble, aunty …” I said with a smile “It will be my pleasure …”
Before she could say anything, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and said “OK aunty,
thank you so much for lunch … I will see you later …” I quickly rushed to my house, picked
my bike keys and came out. I started the bike, got astride, and stood
waiting, the engine idling. Mayuri ben wished Sarla bhabhi goodbye, and got on the
pillion seat with some difficulty.

As she settled on the bike, I felt my bike’s rear shock absorbers compress with the
weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed her hand on my
shoulder and adjusted her. “Ready, aunty?” I asked as I put the bike into gear. “Haan
beta, lekin dheere chalana … mujhe bike par baithne ki aadat nahi hai …” she
said with a laugh. Given her size, there was no way she could sit away from me on the
bike; and as I rode towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder,
and her massive melons press against my bike. “Aap chinta mat kariye aunty … main
dheere hi chalaoonga … aap bas mujhe pakad kar baithiye …” I reasurred
 her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of her massive heavy breasts
pressed against my back.

Once we moved out of eyesight, I said “Aunty ji, please don’t scold me now, but we are
now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of spectacles” “Arre, why
beta ….why …” she started to protest. “No aunty … please …I felt very bad when you said
that I never think of you …” I said with mock hurt. “Oh dear … I was just
teasing you beta … please don’t think like that …” she pleaded. “Whatever aunty, but I will feel
that you have not forgiven me if you don’t let me do this …” I replied.
“Oh Jignesh, you are so …” her voice trailed off. She squeezed my shoulder, and pressed
herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder said “OK, my dear … as
you wish” I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded not only with a smile
from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her massive breasts press further
against my back. My cock was stiff as a ramrod by now.

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Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back on the head-rest, let out
a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa, and lean forward towards me, causing her massive
thighs to press against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping my face
with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped lips on mine, and slid her tongue
into mine; while her other hand which was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of
my shaft and squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed her mouth
to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing her back. I could taste the
sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth, as our tongues intertwined and we kissed
passionately.

That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to buck my hips
and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on my left side, I was holding her head
with my left hand, and my right hand slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive
breasts. As my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I realized
that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left behind, spilling through my
grasp. She responded my moaning,
and tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her huge tits into my
palm.

As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks, sliding down to
her neck, I felt the palm of my and get wet with her sweat. I nvoluntarily pulled my hand away
and wiped it on the leg of my jeans. Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and
sitting back said to me softly “Sorry beta …aunty ko bahut paseena aa raha hai na … “ She then
proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled me up as well. “Come to the bedroom
beta … and get comfortable. Aunty will also quickly freshen up and come back …” she said with
urgency. She led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said “You lie down beta … I will be
with you in a minute …” As she disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and
lay back on the bed in my vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock
lurched at the sight of her.

She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her white petticoat
and white blouse now, and was wiping washed face with small towel. A bit of the water she had
splashed on her face and neck had slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent,
and making me realize that she had taken off her
bra as well! Her massive breasts sagged under their own weight, creating small openings
between the hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of
her tits. She had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below her belly
button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the waistline.
And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot open, through which I
could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the belly button. As she walked towards the bed,
her massive hips and that huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there
was no panty underneath as well.
 She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand automatically
rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she whispered “Ab aunty
tumhari jo seva chahiye wok karengi …” As my hands reached out to grasp the massive
breasts struggling to stay within the confines of her blouse, she said to me
tenderly “You want to see aunty’s breasts, beta?” “Ohh yes, aunty …” I cried out
hoarsely, mauling the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse. She just
smiled benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the last
hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her blouse,
those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her bulging belly with a
flop. “Oh man …” I thought to myself, as I gazed at that massive mass of tit
flesh.

To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an understatement.
They might have been much firmer in her younger days, but now had mild
sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness. Those stretched hemi-spherical
mammaries of her were capped by an incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which
were surrounded by huge black areolas. As I continued to gaze at her magnificent
breasts, she leaned forward slightly causing the heavy tit flesh to shudder slightly
and swing forward towards my face on their own weight. “Do you like them beta?” she
asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded my head dumbly, continuing to gaze at
those mammary wonders.

With a smile, she said “You can hold them beta … they are for you only …” “Ohh aunty
…” I cried, and moved my hands upwards to cup the underside of her breasts
in the palms of my hands. As I hefted them up gently, I felt the heaviness of them. They
were nothing like what I had seen or felt before. While they were not as firm
as Kalpana aunty’s boobs, they were definitely much heavier and bigger. As my palms
closed around the heavy flesh, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers slid under
 my waist, caressing my taut stomach. Smiling at me, she slid her other hand up towards
her left breast, and squeezed it, gently pinching her thick black turgid nipples
between her fingers. She leant forward ever more, and resting her elbows on the pillow
under my head, slid her hand under my head. Lifting my face towards her
dangling breasts with her left hand, she cupped her right breast with her right hand, and
brought it towards my mouth.

“Aaja mere bete ….” she uttered urgently, feeding me her humungous milk bags.
Needing no further encouragement, I let out a hoarse cry, and clamped my mouth
around the thick proffered nipple. As I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her
soft tit-flesh into my mouth, lips clamped around her turgid nipples and began
to suck on them like starved baby. As I began to slurp noisily around her heavy breasts,
she let out a soft cry of pleasure, moaning “Oh mara dikraaa …” and buried
my face in those pillowy mounds of her mammaries. As she smothered my face with her
heavy hanging breasts, I continued to lash her nipples with my tongue,
sucking on them with savage intensity, and squeezing both of them roughly at the same
time. “Ohhh … bite them my darling …” she cried out as I continued to ravage
her breasts. My mouth tightened around her tit-flesh, my teeth clamping down on her
turgid black nipples, as I began to nibble on her nipples gently with my teeth,
causing her to let out a deep-throated moan of pleasure. By now her hands were hastily
unbuttoning my jeans, and trying to pull down the fly.
I helped her along my pulling down the fly myself, even as she slid her hand inside my jeans and
her fingers closed around the thick shaft of my penis through my
cotton briefs. I was oozing so much pre-cum by now that a wet spot had formed on my
briefs at the tip of my cock. As she squeezed my rigid cock through my briefs,
I let out a moan of pleasure, and grabbed her arm, squeezing the flabby flesh roughly.
She gently pulled herself away from my face, and sat back looking at me with
a tender smile. As she looked into my eyes, I continued to maul her massively heavy
breasts with my hand. She slid down slightly towards my feet on the bed, and
hooking her fingers under the elastic of my briefs, slid them down to my knees.
 As my hard cock sprang out of the confines of my briefs, she let out of cry “Ohh Jignesh
beta ….tumhara lauda to bahut mota hai …” I couldn’t believe my ears,
hearing these coarse words come out from my neighbourhood school headmistress
aunty. “Zara aunty ise acche se zara dekhe to sahi …” she said with throaty
laugh, as she reached behind her to the cabinet near the bed, and quickly extracted an
old pair of black rimmed spectacles. Putting on those old pair of glasses, she
quicky took my penis in her flesh hands and began to stroke it gently. “Beta, tumhe jab
bhi zaroorat ho … tum aunty ke paas aana … aunty tumhari seva karegi …
or iska khyaal rakegi …. theek hai, beta …” she said to me earnestly, her eyes moving
away from my hard cock to my eyes. “Tumhe iske liye us saali Sarla ke
paas jane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai … theek hai beta …” she continued, as she smiled softly
and continued to stroke my big shaft. It was the most incredible thing I
had heard. Here was this buxom 48-year old Mayuri ben, who taught primary grade
schools in a school, sitting next to me in just her petticoat, baring her humungous
breasts to me, stroking my cock, and telling me that I could have her anytime I wanted!

Lifting my leg, she slid between my thighs, and sat between them so that my legs were
stretched out on either side of her, my rigid shaft sticking out like a pole. She cupped my
swollen balls with her left hand and played with them gently, as she teased the swollen
mushroom shaped tip of my penis with the tip of her pudgy fingers, and smeared the pre-cum
all around. The way she was manipulating my cock and balls with her hands made me
think that for a widow she sure was not out of practice. “Acchha lag raha hai, beta …” she
asked me gently. “Ohh yess, aunty …” I cried back in a hoarse whisper. “Phir toh beta,
tumhe aur bhi acchha lagega, jab aunty ise mooh mein legi … hain na ..?” she asked me with
a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to stroke my cock while looking me in the eye.
“Unhhh …” I muttered.

With a smile, she leaned forward, and cupping her left breast with one hand, began to
rub the wet slippery tip of my cockhead against her turgid nipples. She proceeded to rub my
 cock all over hear breast and nipples, smearing my juices all over them. I cried out in
pleasure, and jerked my hips up, pressing my cock against the heaviness of her plaints boobs.
“Aunty, please …” I began to say, when she cut me off by opening her mouth and taking
my cock inside.

As her wet mouth closed around my shaft, I let out another groan of pleasure and thrust
my hips upwards, pushing my cock deep into her throat. To her credit, she did not gag, but just
made a gurgling noise in her throat, and took it in. Wrapping her thick fingers around the
base of my cock, she began to bob her head up and down in a practiced motion, taking my
cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement. Her tongue lashed around
the length of my cock, as she began to suck on my hard throbbing cock with gusto. I couldn’t
resist any more, and grabbing her head by the hair, began to push her face harder on to
my cock.

She co-operated by opening her mouth even wider and allowing my cock to reach her
tonsils with each thrust, her saliva drooling down from her mouth along the length of my cock. As
I began to feel the tension building in my balls, I let go off her hair, and began to caress
her arms. She too let go off my cock and taking both my hands in hers, began to suck on my
cock with just her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. The sight of this mammoth
breasted 48-year old school teacher wearing thick glasses, sucking on my cock, was enough to
make me shoot my load right there and then.

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Realizing that I would come very soon, if she didn’t stop, I cried out “Aunty … I need your
breasts…” Hearing that, she pulled her mouth of my cock, and sat up with a
smile. As she wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hands, she asked me to
slide down the bed, and sit with my legs dangling below. As I got up, she
 quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down between my thighs. As I sat up
on the bed, she reached out once again to the cabinet next to the bed, and
pulled out a small plastic bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil. Without a word, she
poured a bit of it on my cock, and proceeded to lubricate my cock completely
with it, mixed with her saliva and my pre-cum.

She also poured a liberal amount of it over her massive dangling breasts, and the valley in
between them. Rubbing her breasts and the cleavage thoroughly with the
oil, she came forward once again, and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me rapidly a
few times, and then leaning forward, cupped both her humungous
mammaries together with her hands, and took my cock in between them. Looking up
towards me with a smile, her glasses perched on her nose; she began to
squeeze my penis in between the softness of her breasts, and began to slide them up and
down with her hands.

Her breasts were so huge that my cock completely disappeared between them at each
upward movement, re-appearing through the valley each time she slid her
breasts down. The sensation of her my cock fucking her tits was heightened by the ease
with each moved, due the baby oil that she had so thoughtfully poured. Her
big floppy tits made a smacking noise against my thighs, each time she pumped my cock
with them. I grabbed hold of those mammoth mammaries, and pinched her
nipples hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from us. I could feel the semen boil through my
balls, and I cried out “Ohhh aunty … I am going to cummmm …”

She freed my cock from the confines of her breasts and quickly took hold of it in her right
hand. Without a word, she took it in her mouth again and began to suck on it
earnest, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I cried out aloud as the
first burst of my semen sprouted out of my cock, and splashed right into her
sucking mouth. I jerked with pleasure and thrashed wildly causing my cock to slip out of
her mouth. Still holding on to it, she continued to stroke me with her hand, as
 the subsequent spurts of my semen blasted out and splashed on to her face, and dribbled
down to her breasts. The sight of my cum dribbling from the sides of her
mouth, and all over her breasts, caused me to let out my last load with a jerk, catching her
squarely on her spectacles. With a groan, I collapsed back on the bed,
breathing hard.

I vaguely remembered her getting up and going to the bathroom; and then wiping my
genitals clean with a washcloth before I drifted off to sleep. Somewhere through
my foggy senses, I felt her come and lie down next to me and turning to face her, and
cradling my head in her arms, and pressing my face against the incredible
mass of her warm breasts. I don’t know for how long I dozed, but when I woke up, I
realized that she was lying right next to me, fast asleep and snoring. She was
asleep on her back, only in her petticoat. Her huge flabby breasts were hanging like a sac
of dough on either side of her chest, and her legs were parted; one bent at
the knee and the other stretched out straight, causing her petticoat to slide up above her
knees exposing her thick calves, the pudgy knees, and the beginning of her
massive thighs.

As I sat up and gazed at her sleeping so soundly, her mouth slightly open, and snoring
ever so gently, I felt my cock stiffen again. Cupping her massive mammary
glands, I began to stroke my cock gently. She didn’t even stir. Lying back on the bed, I
placed my hand on her thigh, and slowly pulled up her petticoat towards her
waist, exposing her mammoth thighs. The skin of her thighs was much fairer than the rest
of her body, and as I lay there stroking myself with one hand and her thighs
with my other hand, I felt her stir. Without stopping I slid my hand on her thigh upwards,
till my fingers touched the crinkly roughness of her pubic hair. My cock was
almost fully erect by now.

I got up and placed myself between her legs on my knees. She sighed in her sleep and
pulled her leg up, bending it at the knee. The incredibly dense forest of black
 hair at her vagina between those mountainous thighs came into my view. Holding my
erect cock in my hand, I rubbed the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock on the
insides of her thigh. She twisted in her slumber, and mumbled something incoherent. The sight of
her lying like that, her petticoat bunched up near her belly, and those
fat thighs spread, my cock jerked in my hand and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit
of my cock-head. Sitting down on my knees, I pushed both her legs back
and bent them at the knees. Holding both her knees, I pushed them apart, spreading her
massive thighs further open.

I could now see the dark wet lips of her pussy under the dense foliage of pubic hair.
Reaching out, I rubbed my middle finger on her pussy lips. Again she groaned in
her sleep and moved slightly. Her pussy was sticky and wet, and I could smell the musky
odour emanating from it. Parting her pussy hair with one hand, I slid two of
my fingers inside her slowly. Her pussy felt like hot fudge, and even with two of my
fingers inside her, there was plenty of room for more. Pushing my fingers all the
way up to my knuckles inside her pussy, I twiddled my finger tips inside her slushy vagina,
stimulating the thick folds of flesh inside. She let out a slow groan, and her
eyes fluttered open.

“Beta …” she said, as she cleared her throat “Beta … yeh tum kya kar rahe ho …?” she
asked in that husky voice of people who have just woken up from a deep
slumber. Continue to rotate my digits inside her wet vagina, I smiled and said “Aapne
meri itni seva ki aunty ji … ab meri baari hai …” She squirmed and moved her
hips against my fingers, and moaned “Oh Jignesh beta …” As she reached towards my
hand and pressed her palm on mine, where my fingers were manipulating her
cunt, I slid in a third finger and began to move them in and out of her vagina. As I began
to stroke her cunt faster with my fingers, she wriggled her hips, and grabbing
one of her mountainous breasts with the other hand, began to squeeze them hard. I
leaned forward and took hold of her other mound of mammary flesh, and began
 to knead them roughly like dough; rolling her turgid nipples between my fingers, and
pinching them.

At the same time, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her vagina faster, ramming it
in up to my knuckles each time, and strumming her swollen clit with my
thumb at the same time. “Hai maa ….” She cried, as her pussy began to ooze their sticky
juices, and her thighs clamped shut & open intermittently. Her hips jerked
and bucked involuntarily as I began to finger fuck her hard. Without stopping, I grabbed
hold of one of her massive thighs, and hefted them on to my shoulder, opening
her cunt even wider. As I continued to ram my fingers into her relentlessly, and stimulate
her clit at the same time, she started gasping “Unhh … unhhh … unhhh …”
with each thrust of mine. “Beta … “she cried out “Take me … take me now ….” Without
waiting for a second invitation, I quickly got myself into position on my knees
between her humungous thighs, and rubbed the tip of my throbbing cock on her sloppy
wet hairy vagina.

Still supporting one of her heavy legs on my shoulder, I buried my cock deep into her
boiling cunt. “Aahhhh …” I groaned as I felt my thick cock plunge into the depths
of her squishy cunt. It felt like I was dipping my cock into a tub of hot butter. As I thrust
my hips forward, spearing my cock into the depths of molten cunt, she let out
a deep long moan of pleasure. “Oh yes my darling beta …” she groaned, as I began to
thrust my hips into her. With each thrust, my hips made a smacking sound
against her broad pelvis. Grabbing her leg which was upraised and held on my shoulder, I
began to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. Even after
I buried my cock into her depths up to the hilt, I could feel that there was room for much
more. She began to contract her cunt muscles, trying to milk my cock. She
grabbed hold of my hair, and looking into my eyes, with her lips parted, began to grunt
“Yes … yes … yes beta …. do it … do it … do it harder … fuck your Mayuri
maasi …”
 Each time I rammed my cock into her, her mountainous tits jiggled and wobbled like a
lump of jelly. Breathing hard and moaning she grabbed hold of both her jiggling
tit mass, and squeezed them together, pinching her nipples. “Chooso beta … chooso
aunty ke mammo ko …” she grunted in between her breaths. Leaning forward, I
propped myself with the palm of my left hand on the bed, and grabbed her right breast
with the other hand. Cupping it roughly, I bent forward and took her succulent
mammary flesh into my mouth, sucking on them hard. Continuing to fuck her relentlessly,
I began to bite and suck on those thick black nipples of hers. She was
beginning to lose control of herself now, and began to thrash around on the bed,
throwing her head from side to side.

Grabbing hold of my face between the palms of her hands, she asked me with a whimper
“Are you liking it beta …?” In reply, I just rammed my cock into her harder,
and smiled at her. My sperm was beginning to boil inside my balls now, and I gasped
“Aunty ….. I am going to come now ….” She bit her lips and a sigh escaped

them “Ohh yessss … beta … come for aunty …. come … come …” she breathed even as
she slid her right hand in between us and began to rub her clit as my thick
cock pistoned in and out of her vulva. A woman of her size probably needed a much
bigger cock than mine to get her to come, so she was stimulating her clit in an
attempt to reach her orgasm along with mine.

With renewed gusto, I began to ram my hard cock into her, smacking her hips hard with
mine with each thrust. My seed began to shoot out of my cock and spurt into
the depths of her molten cunt, even as she began to buck her hips with her impending
orgasm hitting her finally. Even as my cock continued to spasm and spew forth
my semen into her depths, she continued to strum her clit with her thick fingers, and
buck her hips, her body thrashing around, and her head thrown back in the throes
of her orgasm. As my cock jerked for final time inside her cunt, I collapsed on top of her
with a groan, my head resting on the pillowy softness of her gargantuan
 breasts. As I gasped to collect my breath, I could hear her taking in deep whooping
breaths,

Wrapping her arms around my back, she began to caress my back, and whispered in my
ear “Oh my dikra … that was just so good … it was … it was after such a
long time for me … did you enjoy it beta?” “Oh yes aunty … yes … it was just awesome …
this was a dream come true for me …” “Chal hat jhoothe …” she chided
me “aunty ko maskha mat lagaa …” “No aunty … I mean it …” I exclaimed, rubbing her
tits with my palms. Continuing to rub my back, she told me in an earnest
voice “Beta, any time you need me … I am here OK … don’t feel shy …” I just smiled
inwardly as I replied “Yes aunty ji … now I will come to you all the time …”

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I clambered off her body and headed for the bathroom. After I washed and put on my clothes, I
came back to the living room. It was nearing five in the evening, and it
was time for me to hit the gym. She too put on her saree, and went into the kitchen to
make some tea for me. Later, just as we were sipping our tea in her living
room, Mayuri ben’s younger daughter, Amisha, entered the house. She had just returned
from her tuition classes after school.

At 17, she was a year older than Jigna, but was still in Class XI, as she had flunked in the
same class last year. She was a somewhat short girl, just about about 5
3”, that made her look plumper than she actually was. She was dressed in her school
uniform of a beige skirt, white shirt, and a dark brown tie. Though in the same
school as Jigna and Sejal, she wore her uniform with a lot of style. Her pleated skirt was a
trifle short, coming a few inches above her knees; and she wore it low down on her waist, well
below where her belly button would have been.
 She had left the tie fashionably loosened around her neck, with the button of the shirt at
the neck open. And her shirt too was not the tad oversized ones that most
other girls wore, but fit her torso rather smugly, proudly displaying the well rounded
twin mounds of her firm 32-B breasts. And unlike most of the other school girls I
had seen, she did not wear a petticoat (or slip) under her uniform, and I could clearly see
the straps of her bra under the white shirt. She had a cheap yet fashionable
bag slung over her left shoulder.

She was a rather cute, much fairer than her mother and sister, with a round plump face
that was made prettier by her prominent cheekbones, and a delicate tapering
chin. Unlike her sister and mother, she had thin delicate lips lining her trifle wide mouth.
Upon seeing me, she broke into a cute smile. “Oh hi Jignesh bhaiya … how
are you …. what a surprise to see you !!!” she exclaimed, dumping her back on the sofa.
As she plonked herself down on the sofa, Mayuri ben snapped at her “How
many times have I told you not to dump your bag here … and why did you get late
today?”

With a sigh she got up, pouted and replied ‘Oh mummy … I am keeping it no … and I got
late today because our tuition sir came late … and that is why I am telling
you buy me a new cycle … then I can reach faster … you know how much time it takes to
walk … and that too with my heavy school bag …” she grumbled. As she
made a face and walked into the other bedroom, Mayuri ben called after her “I don’t
understand why you don’t use your sister’s cycle …” “Mummy please … how
many times have I told you that I cannot use didi’s cycle … it is too old fashioned … old
women ride those kind of cycles … all my friends will make fun of me if I take that to school …”
she shouted back from the other room. With a sigh of exasperation, Mayuri ben clutched her
forehead and turning to me said “Hey bhagwan … ye ladki bhi na … fashion, fashion, fashion …
aur kuch nahi sochti yeh …” I just smiled at her and told her that today’s generation of kids are
like that.
After I got back home from Mayuri ben’s place, I did my exercises and then had a quick shower. I
changed into my evening casuals of a pair of track points and a
sleeveless round-neck vest; and settled down in front of the TV, waiting for Kalpana
aunty to come with my dinner tiffin box. Tired from the day’s exertions, I had just
begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell wrong. Kalpana aunty stood at the
door, clutching a tiffin carrier, with a broad smile on her face. She looked freshly
bathed, and smelled of some lavender scented body talc. Her hair, which she usually tied
in a bun, was today neatly combed into one single long braid reaching her
broad hips.

She was dressed in a red chiffon saree with white floral prints, and a matching red
blouse. Her pleasant face was adorned by dangling ear-rings, and a dozen or so
red glass bangles graced her thick fore arms. Smiling back at her, I took her by the arm
and led her into the room. “Kya baat hai aunty … aaj to aap bahut
khoobsoorat lag rahi hain … kahin bahar jakar aa rahe ho aap?” I asked her teasingly. She
blushed profusely when she heard that and replied shyly “Nahi, nahi beta
… maine socha ki aapko milne aa rahin hoon, to thoda sa taiyaar ho jaati hoon …”
twiddling with the pallu of her saree. “Oh aunty … so sweet of you …” I said,
pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her heavy thick body in a warm
embrace. Feeling her hard heavy breasts press against my chest, my fatigued
cock stirred within my boxers. “I missed you aunty …” I said to her tenderly, even as I
cupped her face in my hands and kissed her passionately on her lips.

As I pulled my lips away from her, she caressed my cheek and said “OK, you better eat
the food when its hot beta … let me serve it for you.” She got busy getting
the plates from the kitchen and laying out the food on the dining table. As I ate, she sat at the
adjacent chair and watched me, resting her face on her hands, the
elbows on the table, a tender smile on her face. After I finished my dinner, she cleared
the table, and began to pack the containers back into the tiffin carrier. I settled
 down on the couch. After washing the dishes, she came back into the living room, wiping
her hands on the pallu of her saree. Seeing her, I said “Sit for a while with
me aunty …” patting the seat next to me.

She obliged with a smile, and sat down to my left. “The food was delicious aunty … thank
you …” I said with a smile. “Oh beta, don’t embarrass me by saying thank
you …” she replied. “Is there anything else you need beta …” she asked me gently. “Yes
aunty, if you are not in a hurry to leave, I’d like to lie down in your lap for a
little while …” I said in a childish tone. “Oh dikra … yeh bhi kok poochne ki baat hai ….”
she replied immediately, and reaching out towards, pulled me towards her. I
settled down on the couch, and lay down with my head in her lap. Supporting my head
with one hand, she began to play with my hair with one hand, her other hand
gently caressing my chest thru my vest. “Ummm …” I sighed contently, snuggling up
closer to her so that my face pressed against the heavy firmness of her big
breasts.

Looking up into her eyes, I saw her gazing at my face with a tender expression in her
eyes. Reaching up with my hand, I slid my hand under the pallu of her saree,
and began to rub her heavy firm breasts with the back of my palm over her blouse. She
looked down at me and smiled understandingly when I did that. Reaching up
to her shoulder she undid the safety pin that was holding her pallu at the shoulder.
Without a word, she pulled the pallu off her shoulder and bared her massive chest
to me, her heavy breasts firmly encased inside the blouse. “Mujhe aapka doodh peena
hai, aunty …” I whispered hoarsely, looking into her eyes. “Haan beta …” she
replied softly with a nod of her head.

Pulling her mangalsutra back, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the matronly
black bra she was wearing underneath. Then she reached behind her back
and unhooked her bra, causing her massive heavy breasts to settle down into the loose
cups of her bra. With a sigh, she pulled the cups of her bra up, baring those
 magnificent heavy and firm breasts to me. My cock which had formed a tent within my
track pants by now lurched at the sight of her breasts. Cradling my head with
her left hand, she cupped her right breast in her hand and fed it to me.

With a groan I opened my mouth and clamped it around the proffered tit-flesh, my
tongue slurping on her thick dark brown nipples. As I reached out and took hold of
her other free breast and began to squeeze and fondle them, she threw her head back
with a sigh. As I continued to feast on her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples
like a baby, she slid her hand down my stomach, and quickly slid down my tracks up to
my thighs. Taking my turgid cock in her hand, she began to stroke me slowly
as I continued to suckle on her breasts. I went berserk on her breasts as she did that.

After a while of doing that, she asked me in a throat whisper “Beta, do you want aunty to
suck on your …” “Yes aunty …” I groaned. She helped me rise from her lap,
and quickly stood up. As I lay back on the sofa, my head supported by the arm rest, she
kneeled down near by stomach. On her knees, she leaned forward and took
hold my cock in her right hand. She smeared the pre-cum which had oozed out my cock’s
slit all over the mushroom-shaped tip. Cupping her heavy breast in her left
hand, she began to stroke my cock with the other hand in such a way that the tip of cock
rubbed against her thick erect nipples. My cock was fully erect by now, and
beginning to throb in her hand. She brought her face to my cock, and began to lick on the
under-side of my cock.

She made the entire length of my cock wet with her tongue, and then rubbed my cock on
her face, cheeks, and lips; stroking me at the same time. Then without a
word she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her mouth. As I felt her
warm wet mouth close on my cock, I threw back my head on the arm rest and
sighed. As her tongue teased and licked the head of my cock, I bucked my hips thrusting
my cock deeper into her mouth. She emitted a low moan, and began to
move her head up and down on my cock, sucking me passionately.
 As her head bobbed up and down, sucking on my cock, and her saliva drooling down from
the sides of her mouth, I felt my sperm beginning to boil inside my balls.
“Aunty … I am going to cum … I am going to cum …” I groaned. “Ummm …” she responded,
continuing to suck on me harder. I knew she did not mind my cumming in
her mouth, but today I was in the mood to see her get me off with a handjob and cum on
her breasts. “Aunty …” I said hoarsely “I want to do it on your breasts …”
Hearing that she pulled her mouth away from my cock, and looking at me, nodded
gently. “Yes my son … yes …” she gasped through her breath, and began to pump
my cock faster, her other hand stimulating my swollen balls.

Leaning forward, she dangled her massive heavy breasts near my cock, the tip rubbing
against her turgid nipple, even as she continued to stroke me rapidly. With a
jerk, my cock erupted, the thick semen spurting out of my slit and landing on her breasts
and neck. As she slowed down, my rema ining spurts dribbled out of the cock
head and slid down to her hand which was still holding my cock. As I fell back on the sofa
drained, I felt her get up and go towards the kitchen. She returned with a
damp wash cloth, and the wonderful woman that she was, proceeded to wipe me clean,
and tuck my limp cock back into my track pants.

She then wiped my semen off her neck, breasts and belly; and proceeded to tuck her
breasts inside her bra, and hook up her blouse. As I lay there catching my
breath and looking at her, she smiled at me tenderly, adjusting the pallu of her saree.
Leaning forward, she planted a quick kiss on my forehead and whispered “Good
night my darling beta … you take rest now … I have to rush home because Jatin bhai
would have come back by now …” Caressing my cheek one last time, she left,
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As usual, I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. My truculent cock did not subside
even after I finished my morning piss. I was tempted to jerk-off first
thing in the morning, but held myself back. If everything went as per plan, I would need
to save my cock’s stamina for the day ahead. To get my mind off sex, I picked
up my weights and headed to the terrace for a work-out. Having worked up a good
sweat, I hit the shower to freshen up and finish my morning ablutions. Just as I
was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring. It had to be the two maids I had employed.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I opened the door. To my surprise, it
was Rani, the elder of the two maids, and she was alone. Her eyes widened noticeably
when she saw me bare-chested with just the towel around my waist.

Letting her in, I greeted her cheerfully “Kaisi hai Rani …” “Acchhi hoon, sahib …” she
replied meekly, as I closed the door behind her. She was dressed in the
trademark village attire of ghagra, blouse, and choli. But I noticed something different
about her today. She was looking noticeably fresher and cleaner, for lack of a
better description. The wine red ghagra and choli looked now, and the choli tied across
her torso had embroidered designs on it. She looked like she had bathed just
a while back. Her hair was neatly tied in a single long braid, and I could smell a hint of
some cheap talcum powder she had applied. As she stood there fidgeting with
her choli, I asked her casually “Kya baat hai … Pushpa nahi aayi aaj?” “Nahin, sahib … aaj
uski tabiyat kuch theek nahi hai … to main akele hi aayi hoon …” she
replied , albeit rather unconvincingly. I smiled inwardly when I heard that. The bitch had
made sure she sent Rani alone so that I could have my fill.
“Theek hai tum jhaadoo pochha kar lo … tab tak mein apni shave kar leta hoon …” I said to her
non-chalantly. “Ji sahib …” she mumbled, her eyes avoiding mine,
as she went inside to fetch the broom. As she walked inside, I noticed that she had worn
some cheap anklets today, which made a jingling sound as she walked. “Oh
dear … she has come prepared today” I thought to myself, as I went into the bathroom to
take care of my week-long stubble. As I finished my shave and came out
 after a while, I saw that she had finished her work and was waiting in the kitchen. “Kaam
ho gaya, Rani?” I asked her casually, wiping my face with another towel.
“Haan saheb …” she replied meekly, still looking down at the floor. Walking up to her, I
asked her with a smile “Rani, tu mere liye ek aur kaam karegi?” She looked
up at my face with an eager to please expression and replied tentatively “Haan saheb …”

I gazed into her eyes, and said “Tu mere liye ek cup chai banayegi?” Her face took on a
look of utter surprise, and she seemed lost for words. “Nahi tujhe agar
jaana hai to tu jaa sakti hai … woh maine subah se chai nahi pee hai … to maine socha ki tu
agar bana degi to bahut acchha hoga …” I replied with a serious
expression on her face. “Nahi, nahi saheb …” she finally blurted out “… aapke liye chai
main zaroor banaaoongi … “she continued. “Woh bus main nahi jaanti thhi
ki aap mere haath ki chai piyenge … is liye …” she tried to explain her initial lack of
response. “Main abhi banaati hoon …” she continued, with a grateful smile on
her face. As she got busy making the tea, I headed to my bedroom to tidy up. I decided to
continue wearing just the towel, as I sprayed liberal amounts of deodorant
on my body. She came into the room with the tea cup in a serving tray, as I was combing
my hair.

Taking the cup from the tray, I said “Thank you, Rani … par tumhari chai kahan hai?” Once
again a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face, as she replied with a
smile “Nahin saheb … maine subha nashta kar liya hai” “Aisa nahi chalega … tum saath
nahi dogi to main bhi chai nahi peena wala …” I said to her with mock
rebuke. “Par saheb …” she began to protest. “Jaao andar jaakar ek aur cup lekar aao …” I
ordered her with mock irritation, cutting her off. Once again, she smiled
and went into the kitchen to get another cup. Taking the cup from her hand, I poured half
of the tea into the other cup, and handed it to her. “Shukriya saheb …” she
said gratefully, looking into my eyes “aap bahut bhale aadmi hai … yeh pehili baar hai ki
aap jaise kisi saheb ke saath main chai pee rahi hoon …” “Main koi bada
saheb waheb nahi hoon …” I dismissed her with a laugh.
 As I sat down on the bed and began sipping on my tea, she sat down on her haunches on
the floor with her back against the wall, and began to sip on hers. We sat
there silently for a while, sipping on our tea, looking at each other once in a while, and
exchanging silent smiles. The way she was sitting, her ghagra had ridden up to
just below her knees, and I could see her strong dark muscular calves. As I was looking at
her legs, I saw that she had observed me looking at her legs. But she
averted her gaze, when I looked at her face. Finishing my tea, I handed her the cup, and
she went into the kitchen with the empty cups. I picked up the newspaper
and sat down on the bed, with my back resting on some pillows propped up against the
head-rest.

After a while, she came back into the bedroom, wiping her hands on her choli. She stood
there tentatively at the foot of my bed, as if waiting for my instructions.
Looking up from the newspaper, I smiled at her and said “Itni acchhi chai pilane ke liye
shukriya, Rani …” She blushed again, and replied “Aisa kyun bolte ho
sahebji … aapki seva karna to mera farz hai …” I laughed, and patting the bed, said “Aaaja
… thodi der baith aur aaram kar … tujhe jaane ki jaldi to nahi hai na?”
“Nahi, saheb …” she mumbled softly, and tentatively came and sat at the foot of the bed
near my feet. As I looked at her, I noticed that she was pressing the index
finger of her left hand with the choli, trying to take care of a cut on her finger. “Kya hua …
tera haath kaise kat gaya” I asked. “Oh, kucchh nahi saheb … bas aaj
subah sabzi kaat rahi thhi to haath kat gaya …” she replied, trying to hide her injured
finger. “Dikhaao mujhe …” I ordered, reaching out with my hand.

She slid towards me tentatively on the bed, and held out her hand for me to inspect.
Taking her hand in mine, I said “Arre, yeh to abhi bhi khoon beh raha hai …”
noticing how calloused her hands were from hard work, and how dry her skin was.
Getting up from the bed, I pulled out the first-aid box from my cabinet. Dabbing
 some Dettol on a piece of cotton, I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine again.
“Saheb … rehne deejiye … aap kyun taklif le rahe hain” she protested.
“Bas chup chaap baithe raho …” I ordered her with mock anger. Smearing the Dettol on
her cut, I cleaned the wound first and taped it up with a Band-Aid. As I
looked up at her face, I saw that she was gazing into my eyes, with a look of gratitude.
Continuing in my gruff tone, I said “Yeh patti tum rakho apne paas … aur
shaam ko naya laga dena …” handing her a strip of Band-Aid.

She just mumbled “Theek hai, saheb …” as she continued to look into my eyes with a
grateful expression. As I held her hand and looked at her closely, I realized that
even though she was very dark, she had quite seductive in a dusky sort of a way. Her face
was angular, with prominent cheek-bones and a prominent pointed chin.
She had dark thick lips, and her dark complexion made her teeth look more white than
normal. Her skin though dark, was dry and chapped at some places. And her
hair had been oiled, and tied in a single long braid reaching up to her slender waist. The
way she was sitting, I could see her firm ripe mango shaped breasts straining
against the thin fabric of her wine-red blouse. The blouse was one size too small for her,
and it was evident that there was no bra underneath. From my position, I
could also get a clear view of the exposed portion of her belly.

My cock was beginning to harden by just looking at her from such close quarters. Getting
up from the bed again, I went to my cabinet again, and came back with a
bottle of hair conditioning, shampoo, a couple of bars of moisturizing soap, and a bottle
of skin moisturizing lotion. Handing it to her, I said “Rani, yeh tum rakh lo …
aaj se nahate samay iska istamaal karna … aur nahane ke baad apne badan par yeh lotion
lagana” As she took the items from my hand, she looked up at me in
wonder, and seemed to be lost for words. She dropped her gaze and looking down into
her lap, sat silently. Sitting down by her side again, I asked “Kya hua Rani …
tumko yeh cheeze pasand nahi?” “Nahi, nahi saheb … aisi baat nahi hai” she replied
softly, stil avoiding eye contact. “Woh bus … bus … main agar isko ghar lekar
 jaoongi … to … to … meri saasu maa poochegi ki itni mehangi cheeze mujhe kahaan se mili
… aur phir woh yeh sab chheen lengi mere paas se …” she
continued in a sad tone.

“Oh, to yeh baat hai …” I replied. “To tu ek kaam kar … inko tu yahin par rahk … aajse tu
idhar mere ghar par aakar nahaana … phir tujhe yeh ghar par le jaane ki
zaroorat nahi hai … theek hai?” I said in a warm tone. She looked up at me again with
that pitiably grateful look, and replied meekly “Saheb … aap bahut bhale
aadmi ho … main aapka yeh karz kabhi nahi chuka paaoongi …” touching my feet in
gratitude. “Dhat …” I dismissed her “… yeh koi karz nahi hai … maine kaha
thha na … tu mera khayal rakhegi to main tera khayal rakhoonga …” I replied, squeezing
her arm. She looked into my eyes again for a moment, and then without a
word, slid down the bed towards my feet. Without looking into my eyes, she silently
began to press my feet with both her hands. As she began to press my feet,
taking care to press each finger of my toes, and slowly move up to my ankles, I looked
into the cleavage caused by her leaning forward slightly, and her arms
pressing her ripe breasts together inside the blouse.

My cock stiffened further, as I sat back on the pillows, and enjoyed the feeling of my feet
being pressed. I was almost lying back fully in that position now, as she
went about her task of pressing my feet with dedication, I said to her in warm voice
“Bahut acchha lag raha hai Rani .. “ Hearing my words, she looked up to me,
and smiled shyly, before returning her gaze to my feet. As her hands moved up towards
my shin and calves, she had to lean forward further, which caused the pallu
of her choli to slide of her shoulder, and come to rest on her arms at the crook of her
elbows. As her young ripe 32-C mango-shaped breasts clad inside the blouse
were exposed, I noticed her steal a glance towards her cleavage and the displaced pallu.
But she made no attempt to put her pallu back in place. As I gazed at her
breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, the armpits of her blouse wet with
sweat, she looked up at me and caught me looking.
 A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, as if she was wondering if I liked what I saw, but
she maintained a serious expression on her face and continued pressing
my legs. She straightened her back for a moment, and wiping the sweat of her brow with
the back of her left hand, she slid up further towards my torso, so that she
could reach up to my thighs. As she did that, her pallu slid off completely from her arms,
and came to rest in her laps, giving me an unrestricted view of her
blouse-clad breasts and her dark-skinned flat belly with just a hint of flab on it, adorned
by a deep navel.

The white turkish bath-towel I had wrapped around my waist, had slid up above my
knees, and was parted at the knees, exposing my hairy thighs. My cock was by
now standing almost fully erect like a pole, and had created a tent inside the towel at my
crotch. As she gently kneaded the flesh of my thighs with her hands, I saw
her steal a glance towards my erection which was sticking up like a tent-pole inside the
towel. Her hands had now reached the portion of my thighs above the knees,
and if she proceeded any further she would have to slide her hands under the towel, which
would cause my throbbing hardness to come into view. Realizing her
predicament, I saw her pause with uncertainty. She looked into my eyes silently with an
unsure expression as if asking me what I wanted her to do next.
Without any warning, I reached out and cupped her firm pliant breasts through her blouse, and
squeezed. She sighed as she felt my fingers close around her young
firm breasts, and she arched her back and threw back her head, biting her lips to stifle
the cry that escaped from her throat. I cried out hoarsely, “Rani …” as I
continued to squeeze her breasts harder through the cheap fabric of her blouse. She
returned her gaze to look towards me, as I did that. “Apna blouse khol de Rani
…” I whispered to her hoarsely, continuing to maul her young firm and ripe breasts
through the blouse. She dropped her gaze to her lap, and without a word began to
unbutton the hooks of her blouse.
 As the last hook came undone, and she parted the flaps of her blouse, her dark succulent
mango-shaped ripe young 32-C breasts came into view. They stood proudly
on her chest like twin mounds, with a pointed tip. But the mouth-watering thing about
those young tits of hers was those incredibly long and thick dark black nipples
that adorned them. They were by far the largest and thickest nipples I had ever seen on a
girl, and were just waiting to be sucked and chewed on. With a groan, I
grabbed her by her waist with my left hand, and pulling her towards me, took hold of her
bared breast in my right hand. As my hands closed around the firm tit-flesh
of her ripe young breasts, she let out another sigh, and dropped her chin to her left shoulder,
biting her lips in the process. As her thick big nipples burnt into the palm
of my hand, I began to knead the flesh of her proffered breasts, twisting her turgid
nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Letting go of her waist, I reached out
with my other hand also, and began to squeeze and fondle her juicy young breasts with
both my hands, causing her to lift her head and gaze at my face solemnly with
those dark questioning eyes of hers.

I beckoned to her to come closer with a nod of my head. She immediately responded by
sliding closer to me and leaning forward, dangling those ripe young breasts
near my face. I moved my head slightly and opening my mouth, flicked my tongue across
her thick nipple, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Opening my mouth, I
clamped my mouth and her right breast, and began to suck on it with vigor. An audible
hiss escaped her lips, even as her fingers clutched my thigh harder. Continuing
to maul her supple left breast with my hand, I sucked on her right breast, teasing the
thick nipple with my teeth. She responded by holding my head with her left hand,
while sliding her other hand up to my chest to caress it. As she did that, her elbow
brushed against my hard-on which was standing up like a tent-pole under the thick
towel. Looking up at her as I continued to suckle on her juicy breasts, I saw that she was
gazing at my face intently.
 Returning her solemn gaze by looking her in the eye, I released her breast from my
mouth and whipped the towel off my raging hard-on in a swift motion, baring my
erect cock to her view. As my cock sprang out and slapped against my belly, I heard a
small sigh escape her lips, as she bit her lips. As she avoided making eye
contact with me and looked solemnly at my hard cock, I pressed my thumb against the
base of my cock from top, causing it to stand up erect, swaying gently in her
face. My foreskin was pulled back partly, with a small drop of pre-cum glistening at the
slit on the tip of my swollen blood-gorged cock. Reaching out with my other
hand, I squeezed her hand, causing her to look up towards me.

As she gazed at me with submissiveness, as if asking me what I wanted, I just nodded my

head quietly. Getting the message, she reached out tentatively and took
my throbbing cock in her right hand. As she gently ran her fingers along the shaft of my
cock, she looked up into my eyes with an expression of gratefulness. I just
smiled at her in return, and nodded my head in consent. Wrapping her fingers around my
cock, she began to stroke it slowly; even as her other hand instinctively
began to caress my thighs and my taut belly. I reached out and took hold of her breast
again, and began to fondle them.

As she continued to stroke me, I parted my thighs and raised my hips off the bed, urging
her to stroke faster. She moved her hand which was caressing my thigh, to
cup my heavy swollen balls, and fondle them gently, even as she continued to stroke my
cock. As a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock, she quickly
smeared it around the blood-gorged mushroom-shaped head of my cock with her fingers.
As she gazed into my eyes again with that same serious look, I smiled at
her gently, and reached out to caress her cheek. She reciprocated with a shy smile, biting
her lips, and tilting her head to rest her face in the palm of my hand.
Looking her in the eye, I gently pulled her face towards my cock. Without any resistance,
she allowed her face to be pulled towards my cock. With my cock inches
 away from her mouth, she looked up into my eyes with a solemn questioning look, as if
asking for my permission to go ahead. I just nodded my head.

With a soft sigh, she wet her lips with her tongue and without any qualms, opened her
mouth and took my rigid cock into her mouth. As her warm wet mouth closed
around my cock, I groaned with pleasure, and grabbing her head with my hand, pushed
my cock deeper into her mouth. As the tip of my cock hit the back of her
throat, she let out a soft gurgle and opened her mouth wider to accommodate my thick
cock in her throat. Taking hold of the base of my cock with her right hand, she
began to bob her head up and down in a quick practiced motion, and began to suck on
my cock ardently. As her thick nipples grazed against my thighs, I grabbed
hold of them and squeezed them hard, moaning in the process. As she went about the
task of sucking on my cock, it became apparent to me that she was adept at
this, and that this was not the first time she was doing this.

The very thought of having this naïve village girl whom I had lusted for so long, baring her
juicy breasts for me and sucking on my cock, sent a thrill through my body. I
didn’t want to come so quickly, so I took hold of her head and pulled it back gently. As my
cock slipped out of her wet mouth, a trail of her saliva dribbled out of the
side of her mouth, which she wiped quickly with the back of her hand. Looking at my face
with concern, she asked in a soft whisper “Kya huaa saheb … maine
kucchh galat kiya?” “Nahi Rani … bahut acchha lag raha hai mujhe … tu aise hi karti rahegi to
mera paani abhi chhoot jayega …” I replied with a smile. This
elicited a small shy smile from her, biting her lips in the process. “Tu zara khadi ho jaa …
main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon” I told her.

She stood up quickly, and stood there next to my bed, her hands fiddling with her choli.
As I looked at her standing there, her blouse open to bare her young ripe
breasts, and her pallu hanging by her side, I felt another spasm of pleasure course
through me. “Ab apna blouse aur choli utar de, Rani” I instructed her hoarsely.
 Without a word, she complied by removing her choli completely, and the proceeding to
peel the open blouse of her torso. As she stood there quietly, her hands
clasped in front of her, in only her ghagra, I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it
gently, looking her in the eye in the process.

Continuing to stroke my cock with my left hand, I reached out with the other hand and
pulled her closer towards me. Patting her thigh through her ghagra, I said to
her “Apna pair uthakar bistar par rakh, Rani …” She complied by lifting her left leg,
bending it at the knee, and placing them on the bed next to my torso. As her
dark-skinned ankles and calves came into view, I reached out with my hand again and
caressed the firm flesh of her calves. Looking into her eyes again, I said “Ab
apna ghagra uthaa, Rani …” With that same submissive look on her face, she complied by
pulling up her ghagra well above her knees, baring her dark muscular
thighs, and the thick bush of her dark hairy pussy. As my hand crept up her thigh, and
began to tease the inside of her thigh, I saw her drop her head in shame and bit
her lips. Her pussy was covered with a dense patch of curly black hair, and it was obvious
that she never trimmed or shaved her pussy hair.

Sliding my fingers further upwards, I began to caress the puffy lips of her pussy through
the dense hair, causing her to shudder involuntarily. As I looked up at her, she
quickly averted her gaze, and co-operated by lifting her ghagra further up. Her pussy hair
was damp with her juices, and I could smell the musky odour of her young,
rustic cunt. With a sigh, I slid my thumb into the slit of her wet pussy, causing her to let
out a small cry of “Unnnhhh …” and bite her lips. Her pussy was so hot and
juicy that it felt like I was dipping my thumb into a cup of molten lava. As I began to rub
my thumb on her erect clitoris, she threw her head back and involuntarily
grabbed hold of my fore-arm.

I was pleased to note that she was co-operating by holding up her ghagra with her left
hand while clutching my fore-arm with the other. Getting up from the bed, I
 quickly stood behind her and held her from behind, my hands holding her by her soft
belly. Resting my chin on her shoulders, I began to run my tongue on her
ear-lobes, causing her to shiver with pleasure, even as my hands crept up her belly and
took hold of her ripe young breasts. As my hands closed around the soft
plaint flesh of her young breasts, I felt her pencil thick inch-long nipples burn into the
palm of my hands. As I began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples, I
whispered into her ear “Apna ghagra utaar de, Rani …” She complied quickly by
unfastening the cord that tied her ghagra at the waist. As the cord came loose, her
ghagra slid down her legs to fall in a heap around her ankles, leaving her completely
naked.

Like an obedient slave, she turned to look at me, as if awaiting further instructions from
me. With a groan, I grabbed her by her breasts again, and pressed her dark
slim body to mine, pressing my rigid cock into the crack of her ass in the process. As she
felt my hard cock press against her ass, she let out an involuntary cry, and
pressed my hand which was mauling her breasts, with her own hands. Sliding my right
hand down her belly, I began to once again caress her hairy vagina, sliding my
middle finger into the moist depths. She let out a soft guttural moan as my finger invaded
the depths of her soaking wet pussy, and threw her head back, resting it
against my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was beginning to get shallow.

Continuing to finger her soaking wet pussy with my right hand, and mauling her ripe
mango-shaped breasts with my left, I whispered to her hoarsely “Ab tu mujhe
andar lene ke liye tayyar hai, Rani?” Struggling to control the convulsions that racked her
body, she bit her lips, and managed to whimper “Unnhhh … haan saheb ,,
haan …” “To phir jaldi se tu bistar pe haath rakhkar aage ki aur jhukh jaa …” I said to her
quickly, pushing her towards the bed. As she bent forward on the bed,
supporting herself with both hands on the bed, I took hold of my cock and began to rub it
in between the crack of her ass. Seeing her dark body bent over the bed,
 her juicy mango-shaped tits hanging from her chest, her round compact ass waiting to
take my rampaging cock inside her, I felt a sense of power course through my
body. As I pushed her legs wider apart, and positioned my cock behind her, she turned
back to look at me with an expression of fear on her face.

Catching her look, I asked her “Kya hua Rani …” Shaking her head nervously, she
swallowed, and then said in a faltering voice “Saheb … main … main thhoda …
thhoda tel lagaoon kya?” “Kyun tel ki kya zaroorat hai” I asked her “Tu itni geeli to hai …”
She bit her lips again, and looking at me with that same expression of fear,
replied “Haan saheb, lekin … lekin maine socha ki shaayad … shaayad aap meri … meri
ghaand mein daalne wale hain … isliye tel …” Hearing these words, my
cock lurched against her ass once again. Caressing her back gently, I replied to her gently
“Nahin Rani … tu chinta mat kar … main teri ghaand nahi maarne wala
hoon … main bas peecche se teri choot mein daalne wala hoon …” Hearing these words,
she relaxed visibily, and with a grateful look replied in a small voice “Oh
maaf karna saheb … maine socha ki …” As her words trailed off, she managed to give me
a shy grateful smile, and dropped her gaze to the bed, on which she was
still leaning forward.

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As if on second thought, she once again turned her head sideways to look up at me and said
“Saheb … main … main aapke liye kuchh bhi karne ke liye taiyyar
hoon … aap … aap chaaho to … chaaho to meri … meri ghaand bhi … maar sakte ho …”
swallowing once again. “Bas … bas thhoda tel lagane ki bheek
mangoongi … kyoonki … kyoonki bina tel ke bahut … bahut dard hota hai …” she
managed to mumble. I felt my mouth go dry as I heard these words, my mind
trying to imagine how it would feel to fuck this young village servant girl in the ass!
Getting my lust under control, I said to her mildly, “Tu chinta mat kar Rani … agar
 mera man kara teri ghaand maarne ka … to main zaroor tel ka istemaal karoonga … aur
agar tujhe bahut dard hoto hai to main nahi karoonga … theek hai”
“Theek hai saheb …” she managed to mumble with relief in her dark eyes.

With a smile, I once again positioned my cock behind her, and rubbed it against the hairy
slit of her moist pussy from behind. Her torso trembled, and she spread her
legs wider, and pushing her butt backwards towards me, encouraged me to slide my
cock into her pussy. As the swollen tip of my turgid cock rubbed against her
hairy slit, I felt her reach out between her thighs, and guide my cock towards the
opening of her vagina. Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, pushing my swollen hard
cock to slide inside the molten hotness of her slipper wet vagina. As she felt the girth of
my thick cock entering her, stretching the confines of her pussy, she let out a
long moan. Grabbing hold of her back by her waist, I began to thrust my cock inside her
pussy slowly. Gradually I pushed my cock fully inside her from behind, and
leaning forward, cupped both her delicious juicy breasts which were dangling from her
torso, and quivering with excitement. As my fingers closed around her ripe
breasts, I began a slow pumping motion of my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her wet
cunt.

Rani was just the kind of fuck I enjoyed, completely docile and yet totally willing to
please. As I enjoyed the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her juicy pussy, I
couldn’t help but think that this was perhaps the best cunt I had experienced. Her vagina
was just the right fit for my cock, not too tight, and not to loose either. And
the way her vagina muscles clamped around my cock each time I thrust deep into her, it
felt like my cock was being milked. As I continued to thrust into her at a
relaxed place, I couldn’t help but notice the way her moderately sized round derriere
quivered each time my hips smacked against hers. The single long braid of her
tied hair hung over her shoulder.
 As I continued to caress her waist with my left hand, and fondle her unique mango-
shaped dark breasts with my right, I asked her gently “Takleef to nahi ho rahi hai
na, Rani?” Clearing her throat, she whispered back “Nahin saheb …” even as she settled
down on her elbows on the bed, her face buried in my pillow, and her
delectable black ass thrust out towards me. “Acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe …?” I asked her
gently, continuing to fuck her at the same relaxed pace. Twisting her face
sideways on the pillow, she strained to look back at me and replied in a hoarse whisper
“Haan saheb … acchhaa lag raha hai …” and after a pause added “Aapko
acchhaa lag raha hai, saheb?” “Haan Rani, mujhe bhi acchhaa lag raha hai …” I replied
with a smile.

I was now dying to fuck her harder, so I leant forward on her back once again, and said
“Ab main thhoda zor se karoonga Rani, theek hai?” “Ji saheb … aap … aap
chahte ho ki main kucchh karoon to mujhe bataiye … main … main aapko khush karna
chaahti hoon …” she replied amidst gasps, as my relaxed by relentless
stroking of her pussy began to excite her responsive cunt. In response, I pulled my cock
out of her cunt, and pulled her upright. Turning her to face me, I looked into
her eyes, and said “Main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon Rani …khaskar tere in aam jaise
raseele mammo ko …” Her dark face flushed with embarrassment on hearing
that. Sitting down on the bed, I pulled her naked body towards me and made her sit in
my lap facing me.
Cupping her delicious breasts, I bent forward and began sucking on those amazingly long & thick
nipples again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her again. Pulling my
mouth away from her tits, I told her “Ab tu aise baithkar isko apne andar le….” Biting her
lips, she lifted her hips from my lap, and taking hold of my wet slippery cock
in her hands, guided it towards the opening her well lubricated cunt. Placing one hand on
my shoulder, she pushed herself down, driving my swollen cock head into her
vagina. As the girth of my cock once again penetrated the depths of her pussy, she bit her
lips and closed her eyes. As she settled down with my cock fully inside her,
 I leant back on the bed, supporting myself with both my hands behind my back. Leaning
forward to hold on to my shoulders for support, she began to slowly move
her hips up and down on my raging hard cock.

As she impaled herself on my cock, and began to thrust down with increasing vigour, she
closed her eyes and began to let out slow moans. I watched her intently, as
her pert mango-shaped breasts quivered and jerked with each thrust, those delicious
black long nipples drawing circles in the air. I lay back on the bed fully now,
which made her pause and adjust her position. Climbing on to the bed, she now squatted
on her haunches over my cock, and leaning forward once again, resting her
hands on my shoulders for support, began to thrust down on my cock ardently. Her
breathing was beginning to get ragged, as my stiff cock slid in and out easily of
her wet juicy cunt with a squishy sound at each thrust of her hips. Her firm young dark
breasts which were jiggling in front of my face seemed to be dying for my
touch. Reaching out with both hands, I grabbed hold of both of them and mauled them
savagely, pinching her long thick nipples painfully.

Her eyes were screwed shut, and she was biting her lips, continuously emitting those
same arousing moans of pleasure. I could feel her pussy begining to spasm and
contract on my thick cock, as her impending orgasm began to take control of her body.
Letting go of those delicious breasts, I held her by her hips, and began to
thrust my hips upwards, driving my cock to new depths in her pussy each time she thrust
down. I could feel her pussy juices begin to flow, and trickle down the length
of my shaft on to my balls. As my balls tightened, I said to myself that hers was the best
pussy I had fucked so far in my life; for the sheer sensation of it. I noticed
that she was beginning to tire with the effort of squatting on my cock and pumping her
hips, and that she was beginning to whimper like a woman who was no longer
in control of her desires. If she continued this any longer, I was sure I would erupt in no
time.
 Wrapping my arms around her back, I pulled her towards me, causing her to fall on my
torso, her breasts squashed against my chest, those thick nipples seeming to
burn into my chest. With my cock still firmly impaled inside her squishy wet cunt, I rolled
her on to her back, and got on top of her. Positioning myself between her
legs on my knees, I thrust a pillow under her ass, getting her tight gaping pussy to the
right height for my cock. As I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy, she clutched
the sheets, and began to thrust her hips upwards towards me, as if begging me to thrust
my cock into her. Taking hold of her legs, I pushed them backwards towards
her torso, making her bend her legs at the knees, and making them stick out in the air.
Rubbing my cock at the slit of her sloppy wet hairy pussy, I asked her
“Acchhaa lag raha hai, Rani …” She looked into my eyes with that same doleful look, and
whimpered back “Haan saheb … haan … haan … mujhe aur mat tadpaao
…” throwing her head from side to side.

With a groan, I straightened my legs, and supporting myself with my arms on either side
of her head, thrust my bloated hard cock into the depths of her pussy again.
She cried out “Ohh maa ….” And grabbing hold of my muscular arms began to emit low
throaty moans. As I looked at the dressing table mirror by the side of the
bed, I was thrilled to see the sight of the innocent young dark-skinned Rani, on her back
on my bed, with her legs sticking out straight up in the air, getting fucked hard
by me, her body shuddering each time I rammed my cock into her. She too seemed to see
where I was looking, and as her eyes met mine in the mirror, her orgasm
hit her, causing her to thrash her lithe body violently on the bed, and her legs wrapping
tight around my back.

Her hips bucked up spasmodically, as she bit her lips hard again, and let out a low throaty
groan, her pussy juices gushing out of her pussy, and trickling down her ass
on to the bed. “Saheb ….” She nearly screamed, grabbing hold of my arms, with a
pleading look into my eyes, as if begging me for something. As my penis began to
 tremble, and my jism began to boil inside my balls, the realization hit me that she was
probably scared of getting pregnant if I came inside her. With a groan, I pulled
myself hastily out of her, just as my slipper wet cock gave a violent jerk, and the first
spurt of my hot cum blasted out of the sit of my cock head. The orgasm was so
strong, that my first burst shot out of my cock, and landed on top of her left breast. As I arched
my back and threw my head back, I groaned “Ohh Rani …” She
immediately took hold of my jerking cock and fisted me vigorously, causing my remaining
semen to shoot out of my rampaging cock and land on her belly and the
underside of her quivering dark breasts.

As my orgasm subsided, I got off from between her spread thighs, and fell back on the
bed, my spent cock still jerking sporadically and my jism oozing out in
dribbles. As I closed my eyes, I felt her turn to her side and resting her torso on my thighs
took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. With a moan, she
took my cum-soaked cock into her mouth, and began to lick it earnestly with her tongue,
as if coaxing my cock to let out the last remains of semen. Feeling pity
course through me, I pulled her head away from my cock and looking into her eyes said
“Nahin Rani … tumhe yeh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai …” She once again
looked into my eyes with that same grateful expression, even as she pumped my cock
slowly, causing the last of my cum to dripple out of the swollet blood-gorged
mushroom-shaped tip of my cock.

As I lay back exhausted, I felt her let go off my cock and sit up on the bed by my side, her
hands gently caressing my chest. Looking into her eyes, I saw that was a
look of infinite tenderness in her eyes. As I smiled at her, she smiled back shyly, and asked
me in a quivering voice “Saheb … aapko achhaa lagaa …?” I replied with
a sigh “Haan, Rani … bahut acchaa laga …” “Saheb, aapne … aapne mere liye … … mere
liye … usko baahar … bahaar nikala na …” she asked hesistatingly,
referring to my pulling out of her just before I came. “Haan Rani ….” I replied softly.
“Saheb … aap bahut acche insaan hai … aap babut acchhe hain …” she said
 solemnly, her eyes looking down, and her hand continuing to caress my chest. “Tu dil ki
bahut acchhi hai Rani …” I replied to her in earnest, squeezing her arms.

As she blushed and smiled gratefully, I asked her to go to the bathroom and get a towel
after soaking it in water. She quickly got up from the bed, and gathering her
scattered clothes, ran to the bathroom. She returned a while later, clad only in her
ghagra, her breasts still bared, clutching the wet towel. As she sat down by my
side, and began to wipe the semen off my belly, I took the towel from her hand, and
began to wipe her body instead. As I took care to wipe her breasts, belly and
neck clean of my semen; she held on to my thighs and gazed at me with a look of infinite
gratefulness.

After cleaning me thoroughly, she got up from the bed, and stood there looking at me.
“Ab main kapde pahen loon, saheb …” she asked me tentatively. I replied in
the affirmative, and I proceeded to pull on my shorts and a t-shirt. As she finished putting
on her clothes, extracted a 500-rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it
into her hand. She looked up into my eyes, and said “Saheb … iski … iski koi zaroorat nahin
hai … mere liye … mere liye to bas ye bahut badi baat hai ki … ki
aapne mujhe kaam par rakha hai …” Cupping her face gently, I said “Rani … yeh main tujhe
khushi se de raha hoon … mana mat karo …” She lowered her head,
and took the proffered money in both her hands, folding her hands submissively. Looking
up at my face, she said softly “Saheb … main aapki daasi hoon … aapko
jab bhi meri zaroorat ho … main … main aapke liye haazir rahoongi …” Not knowing what
to say, I just pulled her towards me and embraced her, pressing her small
body to mine. She clung on to me gratefully.

After a while I let go off her, and told her “Ab tu jaa, Rani … tujhe kaam par jaana hoga …”
As she turned to leave, she hesitated, and said “Saheb … Pushpa ne
aapse poochne ko kaha thhaa … ki kal … kal kya woh aa sakti hai … akeli … aapki seva
karne ke liye …?” As I looked at her troubled face, I could sense a twinge
 of jealousy on her face, knowing that Pushpa was also desperately to get me to fuck her.
“Rani … Pushpa meri seva karna chaahti hai paiso ke liye …woh teri tarah
dil ki acchhi nahin hai … is liye yeh main tere pe chhod raha hoon … aga tu chaahti hai ki
woh aakar meri seva kare … to tu use bhej de … warna tu usko bol de
ki usko aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai …”

She seemed to be caught between conflicting emotions, and after a moment’s hesitation
replied “Saheb … main … main kya boloon … bas itna kahoongi aapse ki
… ki agar Pushpa nahi hoti to mujhe yeh kaam kabhi nahi milta … is liye … is liye main
usko kabhi mana nahi kar sakti … is liye … aap agar usko apne paas
aane denge … to mere liye … mere liye bahut acchhaa hoga …” Knowing that my smart
ploy had worked, I replied with a smile “Theek hai Rani … tu bolti hai to
main usko rakh loonga …” She took hold of my hand gratefully, and said “Saheb … aap
chinta mat karo … woh bhi aapki acchhi seva karegi … main usko sab
samjha doongi ….aapko jo chaahiye woh karegi woh …aur … aur … agar aap chaaho to hum dono
aayenge aap ke paas … saath mein … aur hum dono aapki
seva karenge … saath mein …” she said with a lot hesitation. Hearing these words, my
cock lurched again, at the thought of fucking these two teenage village girls
together. I agreed to her proposition, and she left, kissing my hand gratefully before
leaving.
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After Rani left, I showered and changed into a pair of khakhi shorts and white polo t-shirt. Feeling
hungry, I ordered some sandwiches and had a hearty albeit late
breakfast. Not being in the mood for lunch, I called up Kalpana aunty’s neighbour and
asked her to convey to Kalpana aunty that I won’t be having luch today since I
was going out. Content with my morning fuck, I settled down in the recliner to watch
some TV. I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell rang.
 Grumbling to myself, I opened the door to see tat it was the buxom matronly 48-year old
Mayuri ben. My irritation vanished at the sight of her. Today she was
dressed in a pale yellow cotton sari tied the Gujarati way.

I greeted her with a big smile, saying “Oh what a pleasant surprise to see you Mayuri
aunty … come in … come in … it’s very hot outside” “Oh I just thought I will
drop in to see how you are doing beta …” she replied with a broad grin. As she came in, I
closed the door behind us. “Please have a seat aunty …” I said, guiding
her by her arm to the couch. “Let me get something cold to drink for you …” I said as she
settled down on the couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu
of her sari. “Oh beta … don’t take so much trouble … I just ...” she began to protest, even
as I her cut her off. “What trouble, aunty …” I chided her, as I fetched a
glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the refrigerator. As she gratefully took the glass from
my hand and gulped down the cold juice, I settled down on the couch by her
side.

Placing the glass on the center table, she said “Beta … I just thought I will come and show
you the things you bought for me yesterday …” That’s when I noticed that
she was wearing the brand new gold-rimmed spectacles and the gold-plated watch I had
bought for her yesterday. “Oh … this looks so nice on you … I was
wondering why Mayuri ben is looking so wonderful today …” I said to her with a laugh. As
she stretched out her left hand and placed her palm on my thighs, I held
her wrist and pretended to look at the watch. Turning to look up at her face, I touched
her hair near the frame of her spectacles and said “Bahut acchhaa lag raha
hai aunty …” letting my fingers trail down her neck on to her shoulders. With a slow
smile, she pressed my palm to her neck, and said “Sab tumhar daya hai beta …”
even as I felt my fore-arm press gently against the bulge of her massive breasts under her
sari. I just smiled in response, letting my gaze fall to her chest.
 As my eyes went to the massive orbs of her humungous breasts under her sari, she
squeezed my thigh gently. As I looked up again at her face, I saw that she was
gazing at my face intently. Seeing me looking at her, she adjusted the pallu of her sari self
consciously. Noticing that she was sweating, with the drops of perspiration
rolling down her neck on to her chest, and her blouse soaked at the armpits, I said to her
“Why don’t we go and sit in the bedroom aunty … I will switch on the A/C
there … you will feel a little cooler there …” even as I stood up, pulling her by her hand.
“Oh beta … you are very kind …” she said coquettishly, as I led her to the
bedroom. Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few pillows against the head-
rest of my bed, and asked her to get comfortable. “I will be back in a minute
aunty …” I said, even as she sat back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her
legs. I returned a few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in
the fridge; a trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.

Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her glasses, and wordlessly began to mop her
face gently with the cold towel. “Oh beta … tum aunty ki liye itna kyun taqleef
utha rahe ho …” she began to protest, even as I mopped her forehead and cheeks gently
with the cold towel. I just smiled in return. As I wiped her face softly, and
moved to her neck, she rested her head back on the head-board of the bed, and looked
at me with a content smile. As I moved the towel from the hollow of her neck
on to her chest, I pushed the pallu of her sari aside a bit, bringing the deep cleavage at
the round neck of her blouse to my view. As my eyes took in the sight of the
deep cleavage of her massive breasts encased inside the matching pale yellow blouse, my
cock stiffened. My eyes went back to her face, as she placed her hand on
my hips and squeezed gently. I looked at her face with lust, as I continued to wipe her
neck and shoulders, and saw the broad strap of her black bra peeping out from
under her blouse at the shoulder.

Looking at my face with, she said with a smile “Oh Jignesh beta … main yahaan aayi thhi
tumhari seva karne ke liye … aur tum ho ki aunty ki seva kar rahe ho …”
 “Aap bhi na aunty … main kya itna bhi nahi kar sakta aap ke liye …” I replied in protest.
Smiling warmly, she replied “Zaroor beta … tum mere saath kuchh bhi kar
sakte ho …” As I looked at this 48-year old matronly school teacher, her hair beginning to
grey at the temples, I couldn’t help but think how fortunes had changed.
This woman, all through my childhood, had been a picture of sternness. And here she
was, completely transformed and eager to please me, as I continued to press
the cold towel to her face, neck and shoulders.

Putting the towel down on the nightstand, I said to her “Aunty … aapko jaane ki jaldi to
nahin hai na ” “Nahin beta … mujhe koi jaldi nahin hai …” she replied
quickly, looking at me expectantly. “Phir to aap thhodi der yahaan aaram keejiye aunty …”
I said to her with a smile. I was still standing on my knees next to her on
the bed, and she responed by placing her hands on my waist and gently caressing the
sides of my belly. “Zaroor beta … jo tum kaho …” she replied huskily, clearing
her throat, and looking into my eyes intently. “Aap apni sadi kyon nahi utaar dete, aunty
… bahut garmi hai … aap use utaar kar aaram se baithiye yahaan …” I said
to her slowly. Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if with relief, and replied
“Theek hai beta … jaisa tum kaho …” Getting up from the bed, she
proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and began to pull it off her body. As the
pale yellow sari came off, I was greeted with the sight of my magnificent
Mayuri ben, clad only in her matching yellow petticoat and blouse.

Try as I may, I still could not come to terms with the sheer size of her humungous 42-D
breasts, encased so tightly in her yellow blouse. At her age, they did sag, but
it was more to do with the sheer weight of those magnificent mammaries, than her age.
The outline of the thick-strapped matronly bra was clearly visibile under the
pale yellow blouse. She had a generous flabby belly, across which the cord of her
petticoat was tied tightly, well above her navel. As she dropped her sari on the
floor, she proceeded to loosen the cord of her petticoat, and then retie it much more
comfortably, this time well below her belly button. As she looked up at me after
 that, she caught me looking at her body intently. That made her face flush with
embarrassment.

As she came towards the bed, she looked down at me sitting on the bed with my back
propped up against the pillows, and said “Beta … tum bhi apna t-shirt kyon
nahi utaar dete …” As I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt, she said slowly “Jignesh beta …
pata hai tumhari body bahut acchhi hai … tumhe dekhkar aunty ka man
karta hai ki kaash aunty bhi tumhaari tarah jawaan hoti …” As she came and sat by my
side on the bed, she was looking at my well muscled torso with desire, and
gently placed her thick pudgy hand on my chest. I settled down more comfortably in a
lying position on the bed, even as she placed one hand on the bed, and began
to caress my chest with the other, continuing to gaze at my body with desire.

As her thick pudgy hands grazed my nipples, my cock lurched inside my khaki cut-offs. It
was an incredibly sexy sight, the sight of her sitting next to me, leaning
forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her massive mammaries right in front of my face,
adorned by the black-bead chain she wore around her neck. Continuing to
caress my chest, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on my fore-head. She then
proceeded to place gentle kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, and even my ear
lobes. As she ran her thick wet tonge inside my ears, I groaned and shuddered with
pleasure.

“Acchha lag rahaa hai beta … ” she whispered hoarsely in my ear, continuing to flick my
ear lobe with her tongue. “Haan aunty …” I groaned, grabbing her head by
the bun of her hair and pressing her mouth to my ears. Her huge mammaries inside the
blouse were now pressing firmly against my chest, and she responded my
moving her mouth from my ears to my lips. As I felt those thick lips on mine, I opened my
mouth to feel her thick hot tongue enter mine, and kiss me passionately. Her
hand, which was caressing my chest, slid down my belly until it reached the waist-line of
my khaki cut-offs. My cock was hard and as she placed her palm on the
 bulge of my cock through the khakis, I groaned once again and pushed my hips upwards.

Pulling her mouth off mine, she looked at me with lust and said “Beta … yeh … yeh
tumhara aise khada ho gaya hai … kya yeh aunty ke liye hai?" “Haan aunty …
dekho aapke chhoone se yeh kaisa tankar khada ho gaya hai …” I replied lustily. Hearing
my reply, she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts, and groaned “Oh
beta …” Looking into her eyes with lust buring my face, I said to her “Aunty … mujhe aap
apne mammon se doodh nahi pilaoge … ” “Oh mere bete … mere
mammein to tumhare liye hi hai … main to kab se taras rahi thhi yeh sunne ke liye …” she
cried “… kaash mere mammon mein doodh hota …” her voice trailed
off. Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her blouse, all the
while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.

As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her blouse to bare the
black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They were the old
fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary glands, and straining under the
weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching behind her back, she quickly undid
the hook of her bra, causing the straps to spring loose at the back, and making her heavy
boob to settle down with their weight on her bulging belly.

Straightening her back once again, she slid her fingers under the cups of her huge bra,
and pulled them up; baring those massive junior volley-balls sized mature
mammaries to my sight. As her mammoth mammaries, capped with large brown
aereolas and thick black nipples came to my view, I let out out a cry of pleasure and
grabbed hold of them. As I grabbed her heavy mature flesh breasts, and began to maul
them, she placed her hand on my cheeks and whispered huskily “Chooso
beta … aunty ke mammon ko chooso …” Needing no further invitation, I grabbed her by
her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her massive sagging boobs
smothered my face, I opened my mouth and began to lick all over them like a man
possessed.
 Squeezing the soft pliant flesh of one boob with my left hand, I licked and sucked her
other breast, intermittenty biting her thick turgid nipples. She was breathing
heavily, even as she caressed my hair and thrust her tits into my mouth. Her hand had by
now slid down my belly, and slid into my shorts. As I felt her thick fingers
slide inside my boxers and wrap themselves around my raging hard cock, I let out
another groan of pleasure, and attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. As she
struggled to push down my shorts, I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and sliding
down my khaki shorts and boxers.

While I was pushing down my shorts to bare my big hard cock, she took hold of her right
breast in her right hand, and began to feed it to me, pushing the thick wet
nipple into my mouth. As I finally managed to get my shorts completely off my legs, I felt
her thick pudgy fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and squeeze
gently. As my head fell back on the pillows, she slid her mouth down my chest and began
to run her tongue all over my torso, licking my neck, my chest, and my
nipples in the process, even as her fingers continued to manipulate my cock teasingly.
Her massive tits were now pressed against my belly, those thick turgid nipples
grazing my belly button.

As her fingers slid down my shaft and began to manipulate my swollen balls, I groaned
“Aunty … chooso … chooso mere lund ko …” Hearing these words, she
straightened once again, and adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles, smiled at me gently.
She slid off the bed, and positioned herself on her knees on the floor right
next to the bed. Pulling my legs towards her, so that they were now partly off the bed,
she positioned herself between my spread thighs, my cock standing up rigidly
like a flag pole. “Apne pair upar utthao beta …” she whispered urgently, urging me to pull
my legs up towards my chest, bent at the knees. As she pushed my legs
towards my torso, and held them pressed against my chest with both her hands, she
lowered her head and began to lick on my swollen balls with her hot wet tongue.
 As I felt her tongue on my balls, I groaned with pleasure and my cock jerked. “Oh aunty
…” I cried out, even as she began to tongue my balls earnestly. And then to
my shock, she lowered and head further and began to run her tongue along the crack of
my outstretched arse! I groaned with intense pleasure, even as she spread
my ass-cheeks and pushed her tonge between the crack of my ass, licking my arse-hole
with her thick juicy tongue! I threw back my head on the pillow, and squirmed
with pleasure. I had never experienced a woman licking my ass-hole below, and my cock
was jerking so much now, I was afraid I would shoot my load right there and then.
“Bas aunty ... bas …” I almost screamed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her face
away from my ass. As she came up, she looked at me with genuine
concern in her eyes and asked “Kya hua beta … tumhe acchhaa nahi lagaa …maine socha
ki …” “Oh aunty …” I cut her off, “…. mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ki
mujhe dar tha ki mera abhi paani na chhoot jaye …” Hearing that, a slow smile of relief
and pride came into her face. She was still on her knees on the floor
between my outstretched thighs, and with that same lusty smile on her face; she gently
took my rampant hard cock in her pudgy hands. She smeared the pre-cum
which was oozing out of the tip of my cock, all over my cock, and began to gently stroke
me, looking into my eyes with love.

Hefting her massive dangling left breast with her left hand, she took hold of my cock with
her right, and began to rub the wet tip of my swollen cock against her thick
turgid nipple. This caused my cock to jerk once again, and a fresh lot of pre-cum oozed
out of the slit of my blood gorged cock head. Seeing this, she proceeded to
heft both of her massive mammaries in her hands, and wrapped them around the shaft
of my cock, smearing the pre-cum all along the length of my shaft with those
incredibly huge breasts of hers. Trapping my cock in between the valley of her mammoth
tits, she began to pump her breasts up and down along the length of my
cock, while looking up at my face. I propped myself on the bed supported by my hands
behind me, to look at her.
 Once again, I couldn’t help thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have this busty matue
48-year old widowed school teacher, here between my legs, her hair
beginning to grey at the temples, and wearing the gold-rimmed spectacles I had bought
her yesterday, pleasuring my cock with those massive breasts of hers, her
blouse open, and her matronly bra cups pushed up above those incredibly massive
sagging breasts.
Reaching out to caress her cheeks with my hand, I said to her urgently “Aunty … please … mera
lund chooso na …” Continuing to hold both her breasts around my
cock, and pump my cock between them, the mammaries slapping against my thighs each
time they came down, she said between breaths “Beta … main … main
tumko usse bhi acchha kuchh bataati hoon …” “Woh kya aunty …” I asked her between
gasps, fearing that my cock would erupt any time between her mammoth
tits. “Beta … aunty ko tumhara lund chuswane ki jagah … tum … tum apne lund se … apne
lund se aunty ke moonh ko chodo …” she managed to say in a husky
whisper, still pumping my cock with her breasts. My cock almost erupted hearing these
words. My 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me to fuck her mouth!
Pretending not to understand what she was saying, I asked her innocently “Mujhe samajh
mein nahi aaya aunty … woh kaise karoon main …”

With a knowing smile, she replied “Aunty tumhe samjhayegi beta … aunty tumhe sab
kucch sikhayegi … tum chinta mat karo …” her motherly instincts taking over.
Letting go off my cock, she shifted herself with difficulty and sat down on the floor.
Sitting on the floor, with her back resting against the bed, she asked me to come in
front of her. Caressing my thighs as I stood infront of her, she said “Ab beta … tum apne
lund ko aunty ke moonh mein dalo … aur … aur aise karo jaise … jaise ki
tum aunty ko … aunty ko choot mein chod rahe ho …” As I looked at my 48-year old
Mayuri ben sitting on the floor like this, legs stretched out, her petticoat pulled
up almost to her thighs, her blouse open, and her bra cups pulled up, her massive
pendulous breasts hanging free and resting on her belly, inviting me to fuck her
 mouth, I couldn’t help but feel power course through my body.

Placing my legs on either side of her thighs, I bent my knees slightly, and taking my cock
in my hand, rubbed it against her face, finally bringing it to rest against her
thick coarse lips. As my wet cockhead touched against her lips, she parted her lips, and
with a groan I pushed my swollen cock into her open mouth. “Ummhhhh …”
she moaned, as my thick cock slid into her waiting moist mouth. She responded by
lashing her tongue against my thick cock, and grabbing hold my ass to push my
cock deeper into her mouth. As she rested her head against the bed, I grabbed her by her
hair and began to thrust my cock into her willing mouth.

As my cock slid into her mouth and almost pushed against her throat, she gagged and her
throat constricted around my cock head, causing her shudder involuntarily. I
hastily pulled out my cock out of her mouth, even as her saliva drooled out of the sides of
her mouth. “Aunty …” I began to say with concern, only to have her cut me
off by saying “Nahi beta … chinta mat karo … tum karo … bas ab aunty ko yeh karne ke
aadat nahi hai na … isliye …” With that, she pulled me by my hips and
once again helped me push my cock into her mouth. This time, she adjusted better, and
took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I began to fuck her
mouth, the length of my cock disappearing into her willing mouth with each thrust, I felt
my heavy swollen balls slap against her chin. She grabbed hold of her breast
with one hand and began to squeeze it hard, her other hand supporting my buttocks and
guiding my cock into her mouth.

By now, I was beyond myself, and grabbing hold of the bun of her hair, began to thrust
my cock into her mouth vigorously. As my cock ravaged the throat of this
48-year old neighbouring aunty, she gagged a couple of times, causing a mixture of her
saliva and bile to dribble out of the sides of her mouth, sliding down her chin to
fall on her heaving breasts. As I fucked her mouth relentlessly, my thick cock stretching
her throat, her head pushed back on the bed, I saw that she was struggling to
 breathe. Feeling a tinge of pity for her, I pulled out my cock out of her mouth. As my wet
cock slid out of her mouth, she took in deep breaths, her massive chest
heaving with the effort.

Looking down at this mature widow between my legs, as she adjusted her glasses and
took in deep lungfuls of breath, my cock jerked spasmodically, my swollen
cum-filled balls threatening to explode. Wiping her mouth with the back of her pudgy
hands, she looked up at me and smiled her face and chin wet with her drooling
saliva. Opening her mouth, she once again guided my cock into her mouth. As I looked
down at my cock disappearing into her willing mouth once again, I also noticed
that she was pulling up her petticoat and spreading her outstretched thighs, bringing her
massive thunderous thighs to my view. Slding her hands inside her old
fashioned black panties, she began to finger her vagina with gusto, even as I continued to
fuck her mouth had, my balls slapping against her chin. The sight of her
fingering her pussy as I fucked her mouth drove me wild.

I had originally planned to cum in her mouth, but seeing what she was doing I changed
my mind and said to her between gasps “Aunty … aunty … mujhe aapko ab

chodna hai …” “Oh beta … tumne to mere dil ki baat sun li …” she said as I slid my cock
out of her mouth, “Dekho … aunty ki choot kitni geeli ho gayi hai …” she
continued, as she quickly slid off her black old-fashioned cotton panties of her legs, her
petticoat pulled up to bare her hairy cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed the
hair on her pussy, and I could see the thick puffy lips of her pussy through the trimmed
black hair. The sight of her spreading her massively fat thighs, and thrusting
two fingers inside her sopping wet hairy pussy drove me mad. I quickly lay down on the
bed, my legs dangling from the bed, and beckoned for her to come on top of
me. She got up heavily from her sitting position, and clambered on top of me. Placing her
knees on either side of my waist, she proceeded to haul up her petticoat.
 The heavy old woman that she was, with some difficulty she positioned herself such that
her thick puffy mature pussy was positioned right above my cock. The
leaning forward, she rested her left hand on the bed next to my head to support herself,
which caused her massive boobs to swing lusciously right in front of my face.
With her right hand, she reached between her thighs and taking hold of my rigid shaft,
guided it to the opening of her mature gash. With a groan, she sat down on me,
driving my throbbing manhood right into the depths of her soppy wet cunt. As she felt
the girth of my cock fill up her mature well used cunt, she let out a grunt of
pleasure, and groaned “Oh mara dikra … chod mane … chod taari Mayuri maasi ne …”
With that she settled her weight fully on my pelvis, and began to rock back
and forth on my cock.

I had said earlier that the feeling of my cock in her wet cunt was akin to dipping my cock
in a vat of hot oil. The heavy woman that she was, I had difficulty in bearing
the weight of her massive body on my pelvis. By now, she had closed her eyes, and
resting both her hands on either side of my face, began to grind her hips on mine,
causing my cock to slide back and forth in the depths of her pussy. Those humungous
mammaries dangling in front of my face were difficult to resist, and I grabbed
them greedily with both hands. Mauling on them mercilessly, I pinched and rolled her
thick turgid nipples between my fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Not
content with the position in which she was fucking me, she straightened her back and
with some difficulty, sat on her haunches in a squatting position. Her cunt was so
deep and wide that I could imagine it was difficult for a cock of my size to fill her.

As she reached forward to support herself on my chest, I could see her massive thighs
spread wide and her crotch, those thick lips of her pussy spread wide
showing the dark red flesh inside, and my cock entering her pussy. To my amazement,
this heavy mature 48-year old woman then began to raise her hips and thrust
her pussy down on my raging manhood. Her whole massive body shuddered each time
she thrust down on my cock, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the
 depths of her mature cunt. The weight of her body driving down on my cock, her
impossibly huge fat ass hitting against my swoleen balls, was making me wince with
some pain. But she was past caring, and with her a look of lust in her eyes, looked me in
my eyes, and continued to hump me heavily.

Seeing that she was beginning to tire with the effort of fucking me from top, I grabbed
hold of her huge ass and helped her move her ass. However, she soon
collapsed on me, her breath coming in short gasps, and her humungous pendulous
breasts squashed against my chest. I helped her roll off my body, and got her to
turn around on her belly, and get on all fours. As I looked at the mirror by the side of the
bed, I was greeted with the most erotic sight of my horny 48-year old Mayuri
ben on all fours on my bed, her blouse open to allow her humungous mammaries to
dangle freely, and her petticoat pulled up to expose her massive thighs and the
impossibly huge and fat ass. Grabbing hold of her fat ass, I positioned myself on my knees
behind her, and taking hold of my cock with one hand, rubbed the tip
against her bared arse-hole and the gaping wide opening of her pussy below. As I ran my
finger tip on the opening of her anus, she shivered and looked at me in the
mirror.

As my eyes met hers in the mirror, she said hoarsely “Beta … main jaanti hoon ki Mayuri
maasi ke choot tumhare liye bahut dheeli padti hai … agar tum ... tum
chaaho to … to tum aunty ki … aunty ki ghaand bhi maar sakte ho …” Hearing this
incredibly filthy and coarse words from the mouth of this school teacher, I was
almost tempted to ram my cock into her arse-hole. But I just smiled at her in the mirror,
and caressing her ass said to her “Is baar nahi aunty … is baar main aapki
choot ka swaad chakhna chaahta hoon … lekin agli baar main zaroor aapki ghaand ka bhi
mazaa loonga …” In response to my answer, she reached between her
thighs under her, and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers, said to me in a hoarse
voice “To phir der kaisi Jignesh beta … daal do apna lund aunty ki choot
mein … aur chodo tumhari Mayuri maasi ko jaldi …”
Needing no further encouragement, I guided my cock to the opening of her open mouthed cunt,
and rammed my cock into the depths in one swift motion. As I buried
my cock to the hilt inside her wet cunt, she cried out in pleasure, and buried her face in
the pillow on the bed. I began my final assault on her, by supporting myself on
one knee and one leg, and rapidly thrusting my hard cock in and out of her pussy. As my
hips slammed into her fat ass with each thrust, her ass quivered and her
massive breasts shook like a balloon filled with water. Reaching out to cup the pliant
flesh of her huge fleshy brown-skinned breasts, I began to fuck her with all my
strength. She was moaning continuously now, and pushing her ass back towards my
ravaging cock, trying to take more and more of my hard cock into her pussy. The
sight of my big hard cock disappearing between the depths of her fat ass, ploughing the
depths of her mature hot cunt, drove me wild, and I began to slap her ass
cheeks.

This only aroused her further and she began to scream to me in a coarse guttural way
“Oui maa … hai … chod mujhe dikra … chod mujhe jor se … rukna mat …
hai … hai … hai …” My relentless fucking was beginning to have its effect on her, and I
could see her grab the bedsheet, even as her cunt began to contract and
squeeze my cock. “Oui maaa …” she screamed as her orgasm hit her, and her cunt began
to contract spasmodically on my cock, her ass shuddering violently. That
was the straw on the camel’s back for me, and I eruped with a loud groan, sending spurt
after spurt of hot boiling semen into the depths of her cunt. As her orgasm
ravaged her body, she collapsed on the bed, and I fell on top of ass, my cock still buried
inside her hot molten cunt.

As I collapsed on her back, she kept gasping “Oh beta … oh beta …” again and again,
struggling to catch her breath. I too was having trouble getting my breath,
even as my cock jerked for one final time inside her pussy, and the last of my cum oozed
out of my cock. I could feel the copious amount of cum I had shot into her
 pussy, ooze out of her slit, and flow out. When I finally rolled off her back on to mine,
she turned to look at me and said with a smile “Mazaa aaya beta ” even as she
hefted one of her humungous tits, and rubbed it against my cheeks. Taking her proferred
teat into my mouth, I mumbled “Haan bahut mazaa aaya aunty … kaash
main aapke in bade mammon se doodk pee sakta …” my mouth chewing on her nipples
and suckling on her breasts like a hungry child.

Caressing my face, and wiping the sweat off my brow, she said with a little chuckle and a
merry twinkle in her eyes “Koi baat nahi beta … aunty uska bhi intazaam
kar degi tumhare liye …” as she smiled enigmatically. “Kya matlab aunty” I asked with
genuine curiosity. “Woh aunty ki taraf se tumhare liye surprise present hoga
… bas kal tak intazaar karna” she once again replied enigmatically, a teasing smile playing
on her lips. Realizing I was not going to get any answers from her at that
time, I asked her “Aur aunty … aap mujhe kab mauka doge … aapki ghaand mein mera
lund daalne ka …” Laughing, she patted my face and said, “Uske liye to
tumhe intazaar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai … woh to tum jab chaaho kar sakte ho …” I just
laughed in return and kissed her on the mouth.

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While I was handing out the cones to all of them, Mini, the sexy Mallu teenager, made it
a point to come from behind and brush her ripe young breasts on my back on
the pretext of taking the ice-cream. When I looked up at her, she just gave me a
seductive smile and trotted away gaily, like an excited teenage girl. Mayuri ben and
Alka bhabhi were downstairs, cleaning up; while Seema was engaged in conversation
with the two out-of-place girls, Rakhi and Gayathri.

Mini, the cock-teasing sexy bitch, was with the inseperable duo of Amisha and Krutika,
all excited and gay; while Gunjan, the slim rake-thin Punjabi teenager, was still
 giggling away to glory and trying to flirt with the two boys, who by now were looking
thoroughly bored. I looked around to see that Moushmi, the shy plump and busty
Bengali girl, was standing all by herself, and eating her ice-cream quietly. Seeing my
chance, I headed towards her.

As I approached her, she turned around, and seeing me coming, smiled slowly, a sweet
shy smile that made my cock lurch with desire. “Hi Moushmi …” I greeted her
warmly, to which she responed with a very shy “Hello bhaiya …” As I approached her, I
could not but help notice once again, how huge her breasts were for her age
and size. She was short, only about 5’ 3”, and plump, with baby fat on her cheeks and
body, but my no means fat. Almost the entire front of her chest was covered
by the huge well rounded pillowy mounds of her 34-C (or perhaps 36-C) breasts that
stretched her school shirt to the limit, and made it look like it was too small for
her body size.
From her mannerisms, I could make out that she was extremely shy and self conscious, and her
long conservative school uniform skirt only served to make her more
desirable to me. Her round moon-face with prominent cheek bones and round fleshy
cheeks broke into a shy smile as I approached her. “I hope you are not getting
bored …” I asked her with a smile. “Oh no bhaiya … not at all … I was just …” she
stammered back. “Don’t’ worry … I know how you feel … even I used to be like
this … I was never comfortable in large groups …” I said with an easy smile.

I knew I had judged her right by saying that when I saw a look of relief come to her round
face, and she managed to say “Oh … it’s not like that … it’s just that …”
“It’s alright, Moushmi … you can be free with me …” I said re-assuringly. “If you are
feeling uncomfortable because I have come to talk to you … I will go away …” I
added in a kind tone. “Oh no bhaiya …” she blurted out instinctively, and reached out to
touch my arm. Then suddenly embarrassed by her own action, she pulled her
hand away quickly, and averting her gaze from mine “Sorry bhaiya … I … I didn’t mean to
… you … you are right … I am a little uncomfortable with people …” she
 managed to say with great difficulty.

With a warm smile, I reached out and patted her plump cheek, a gesture which made her
blush, and then went and stood by her side, leaning back against the
parapet wall. As we ate our ice-cream in silence, I nudged her softly with my elbow, and
leaning towards her side, whispered to her “You know Moushmi … you are
the cutest girl in this group … and ever since I saw you, I was just dying to come up to you
and speak to you …” At these words, her cheeks reddened, and all she
managed to gasp out was an “Oh …” To encourage her, I continued “So Moushmi … thank
you for giving me the opportunity to talk to you …” “Oh bhaiya ….” She
blurted out “Please don’t make me feel so bad … I am … I am … so glad that you … that
you even bothered to notice me … and …” her voice trailed off. “It’s
impossible for anyone not to notice you Moushmi … you are so cute … and … and so sexy
…” I said smoothly, deciding to take a chance with her.

Once again, she blushed violently, and looking up at my face with a mixture of pleasure
and apprehension, stammered “Ohh … ohhh … thank you ... thank you bhaiya
… for … for everything …” I just smiled in return, and very subtely slid my arm around her
back, and caressed her back gently, feeling the soft flesh of her back, and
the strap of her bra which held together her disproportionately big racks. I felt her body
stiffen upon my touch, but she made no attempt to pull away. Just then I saw
Amisha and Krutika walking up towards us, and I subtely moved my hand away, even as
she subtely moved a little away from me.

Coming up to me, Amisha took hold of my hand and said happily “Bhaiya … all these girls
are telling that they want to take a ride of my new cycle … so we all just
want to go on a round on our cycles …” “Of course baby …” I replied heartily. “You won’t
go away no bhaiya … you will be here only no …” Amisha chimed, coming
really close to me and clutching my hand desperately. “Of course baby … I will be here
only … you all go and come …” I said to her with a smile, even as I noticed
 Krutika looking at us with what could only be envy. I winked at her again, and gave her
my best smile, which caused her to smile back in return.

As the girls and boys trooped downstairs, I noticed that the two boys were standing near
my bike and admiring it. Walking up to them, I asked them if they would
want to take a ride. They were elated to hear this, and happily took the keys of my bike to
take it for a spin. As the the boys got on to the bike and kick-started it, I
saw Amisha looking at them with envy. Calling out to them she said “Hey … I want to take
a ride on the bike … it’s my birthday … so take me …” The two boys just
laughed, and zoomed off on the bike. Amisha pouted with hurt and turned to me.
Walking up to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and said “Hey baby … don’t
be sad … I will take you for a ride later … ok …” She cheered up upon hearing my words,
and clapped her hands together and jumped up and down like a young kid.

As the girls went off on their cycles, I headed inside to the kitchen. Mayuri ben had
hitched up her sari, and was busy washing the dishes, while Seema was helping
her. Seeing me, they both turned to me, and Mayuri ben gave me an embarrassed smile.
“Mummy is still feeling that may be you are angry with her because she told
me everything …” said Seema, with a knowing smile. I just walked up to Mayuri ben, and
holding her by her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch to her massive
ass, said to her softly “Oh aunty … how can I be ever angry with you … you make me feel
so bad by even thinking that way …” Mayuri ben smiled warmly and said
“Oh beta … thank you for your kindness … I am so glad that you are not upset with me …”
Seema just looked at us and smiled with genuine affection.
I had to take a leak, so I walked into one of their bedrooms which had an attached bathroom. As I
entered the bedroom, I was surprised to see Alka bhabhi sitting on
the bed, with her 8-month old baby in her lap. It took me a moment to realize that she
was feeding her baby. I could not see anything because the light was switched
off in the room, and she had covered her baby which was suckling on her milk-swollen
breasts with the pallu of her sari. “Oh sorry bhabhi …” I blurted out “I didn’t
 realize you were here …” She was equally surprised to see me, and only managed to say
“Oh Jignesh bhai … it’s ok … I am sorry …” I quickly darted into the
bathroom, and taking out my rigid shaft from the confines of my underwear, took a long
needed piss.

The proceedings of the day had meant that I was having a sustained hard-on for a long
time now, and I was desperately tempted to wank off right there and then.
With great difficulty, I stopped myself, and after finishing my piss, came out of the
bathroom. Alka bhabhi was still sitting there on the bed feeding her baby, and
seeing me, she smiled at me apprehensively. As I came back into the kitchen, Mayuri ben
was putting the washed dishes back, and Seema was nowhere to be seen.

Seing me, she came up to me and said in a conspiratory voice “Beta, maine Alka se baat
kar li hai … usko maine sab samjha diya hai … woh tumhare liye taiyyaar
hai …” Things were moving too fast and too much for me to deal with, and I didn’t know
what to say. “Uska pati jo hai … woh abhi ghar par hai … is liye woh abhi
tumko apne ghar nahi le jaa sakti … par woh tumhare saath tumhare ghar jaane ke liye
taiyyar hai … beta tum jab bhi ready ho …tum use lekar jaa sakte ho …”
continued Mayuri ben, looking at apprehensively, wondering if that is what I wanted. I
was just not comfortable with the way she was doing this, and making that poor
housewife feel like some cheap whore, who was being forced to sleep with me. Taking a
deep breath, I said to Mayuri ben, “Aunty … I don’t even know her … and I
don’t even know how she is feeling about the whole thing … so I don’t want to …” “Oh
don’t worry beta …” Mayuri ben cut me off, “She is only happy to do this for
you … I am not forcing her to do anything …”

I was still not convinced, so I put my hand on Mayuri ben’s shoulder and said “Aunty … I
am not some cold-hearted bastard … I am really grateful for what you are
trying to do with me … but please just allow me to do it my way …” Reaching out for my
wallet, I extracted 3 five hundred rupee notes from my wallet, and handing it
 to Mayuri ben, said “Aunty … you and I both know that she is doing this because she is in
dire need of money … so I want you to give her this money on behalf of me
… please tell her that I am not expecting anything from her in return … and please tell her
to accept this as a small gesture of help from my side … because I respect
her … and I will feel good if I know that I am able to help her in some small way …”

Hearing my words, Mayuri ben became silent, and a look of intense love came to her
face. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, she reached out and touched me on
my cheek with her hand. “Beta, you are kindest man I have ever known in my life … and
all I can say is that people like us blessed to have you amongst us …” As I
just smiled wryly, I saw Mayuri ben look at surprise behind my back. Turning around, I saw
that Alka bhabhi was standing there at the kitchen door, with a very sad
look on her face, and her eyes were red with tears. I realized that she had every word
that had been spoken between me and Mayuri ben.

Mayuri ben walked up to her, and taking her by her hand, led her towards me. She
followed meekly, her head hung low on her chest, the tears still streaming down
her face. Putting her hand across Alka bhabhi’s small frame, Mayuri ben said in a kind
voice “So beti, you have heard everything that Jignesh has said … so I don’t
need to tell you anything … here is what he asked me to give you …” thrusting the money
into Alka bhabhi’s hands. As the money was thrust into her hand, Alka
bhabhi folded her hands in placation, and looking at me with a pitiable expression, let out
a soft sob, a big drop of tear rolling down on her flushed cheeks.

This was too much for me to take, and I felt a lump come up in my throat, and was
surprised to see my eyes water with emotion. Seeing me in such an emotional
state, Mayuri ben, put her arms around my waist, saying “Oh mara dikra …” and pulled
me to her. Seeing this, Alka bhabhi, her lips still quivering with emotion,
reached out to take my hand in both her hands, and taking it to her lips, kissed my hand
with a lot of emotion. She was unable to speak, and understanding that, I just
 clasped her hands within my hands, and squeezed it gently. Feeling a surge of tenderness,
I let go off her hands, and reaching out to hold her face in my hands, leant
forward and kissed her softly on her forehead.
As I quickly pulled myself away, feeling awkward, I was rewarded with a look of infinite love on
Alka bhabhi’s face, and to my relief, a smile of gratitude came to her
face. Mayuri ben just beamed and pulling me to her, so that once again my arms were
pressed to her mammoth mammaries under the pallu of her sari, kissed me
affectionately on my cheek. Seema came into the kitchen at just that moment, and all of
us hastily separated, Alka bhabhi quickly wiping away the tears from her
face.

At about the same moment, we heard the girls returning, and all of us headed outside. It
was getting late, and the girls had to get home, so they all trooped inside to
pick up their school bags from the living room. At that moment, Gunjan, the thin Punjabi
teenager, came up to me and clutching her hands together said in a small
voice “Bhaiya, I left my bag upstairs in the terrace … will you please come up with me to
get it … it is dark there and I am a little afraid to go alone …” “Of course
dear …” I replied with a smile, surprised that this thin giggly girl, who was all the while
busy trying to flirt with those two boys, had suddenly come to me.

As I went up the stairs, she followed me quietly. Her bag was lying in one corner of the
terrace, and as I picked it up and handed it to her, she came up really close to
me, and said very very seductively “Oh bhaiya … I just wanted to thank you for arranging
such a wonderful party for us … I had a really nice time … and I hope that I
will be able to meet you again sometime …” Even before I could respond, she started
giggling again, and gushed “Oh … how silly I am no … you don’t even know me
… I am Gunjan, bhaiya … and … and I have become a big fan of yours … I think you are
very handsome … very smart … and really really nice …”, as she stood
very close to me twiddling her thumbs together, and dragging her feet.
 Not wanting to let go of a chance like this, I grabbed her by her slender waist without
warning, and pulled her towards me. Before she could recover from the shock, I
pressed her body to mine, feeling her thin rake like body press against mine, those little
lemon-sized young teenage breasts mashed against my chest, and kissed
her passionately on the mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless
with her lips parted, I said to her earnestly, “Gunjan … I think you are the
liveliest and cheerful girl I have met here today … and I was just dying to be alone with
you for a few moments … and yes I will definitely meet you again … because
you have really succeeded in making me feel attracted to you …”

She gaped at me in shock, and then without a word, grabbed hold of my head and pulled
my face towards her to kiss me passionately again. She lifted one leg and
wrapped it around my thighs, and pushed her hips towards me, causing my hard cock
inside my jeans to press against her flat firm belly. I responded by thrusting my
tongue into the willing mouth this rake thin teenage Punjabi girl, and cupping her small
compact ass with my hand. She let out a soft moan and squirmed in my arms,
as she felt my hand squeeze the small compact buns of her pert little ass.

Pulling myself away from her, I said “Come let’s go down before people start wondering
where we are …” She giggled, and adjusting her hair self consciously,
followed me downstairs. As the girls were saying good byes to each other, Krutika, the
hottest babe of the lot, quietly came up to me, and surreptitiously slipped a
piece of paper into my hand. With a naughty little smile, she trotted away towards her
bicycle. All the other girls too, one by one, came up to me and said their own
special byes to me; and I whispered to each one of them individually, that I would meet
them soon; something that made each one of them go home happily.

Once all of them had left, Amisha turned to me expectantly, and like an excited kid said “Oh
bhaiya … you promised me you will take me for a ride on your bike …
 please take me now …” Mayuri ben interjected, saying “No Amisha … don’t trouble
Jignesh bhai … he must be tired … not now …” I smiled at Mayuri ben, and said
“Oh please aunty … it’s her birthday today … and I am not tired at all … we will just go for
a short round and come …” Mayuri ben smiled warmly, and chided me
saying “I am telling you beta … you are really going to spoil her …” With a yelp of glee,
Amisha ran towards the bike and got on to it even before I could get it off the
stand. I kick-started the bike, and engaging gear, zoomed off on to the empty streets
behind our colony.

Amisha knew all the tricks in the book, and since she was sitting cross-legged on the bike,
she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body to my back,
the moment we were out of eye-sight. The feel of her ripe young 32-B breasts pressing
on to my back did not fail to arouse me, and my cock twitched in my pants.
Snuggling up closer to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and said “Let’s go for a
long ride, ok bhaiya …” “Ok baby, anything you say …” I replied, and reaching
behind with my left hand patted her bare knee, which was exposed now since her skirt
had ridden up. As if in response to my touching her knee, she pressed both
her knees to my hips from behind, and pressed her torso further into my back.

Continuing to ride at a leisurely pace, I asked her “So baby … did you have a good time
today …” “Oh yes, bhaiya …” she replied enthusiastically, “Thank you so
much for making my birthday so so special …” she gushed, running her fingers across my
taut belly muscles through my kurta. I just smiled and patted her bare knee
again, this time making it a point to let my fingers a wee-bit longer than necessary on the
smooth skin of her knees. After a brief pause, she said “But bhaiya … I
have one complaint …” “What is that my dear …” I asked back. “You did not give me a
birthday kiss …” she replied coquettishly. “Oh …” I replied, surprised that she
was bold enough to say that. But then, she was not as naïve and innocent as Jigna was,
and this was to be expected.
With a laugh, I said “Well baby … you never gave me a chance to give you a kiss …” “Don’t make
excuses, bhaiya …” she said with a pout, playfully hitting me on my
belly, “The truth is you just did not want to give me a kiss …” “Oh baby … now how do I
convince you … tell me how could I have kissed you in front of all those
people … it would have created a scandal …” I replied with another laugh. To that, she
giggled, and said provocatively “But now there is nobody … now no one can
see us …” Those words turned me on immensely, and I said to myself that this girl was
sure coming on very strong. Without saying anything further, I slowed down
the bike, and stopped under a tree, where it was relatively dark, and the street lamps
were some distance away.

As I stopped the bike, she got off quickly, and stood there expectantly, clutching her skirt,
and twisting herself on her toes to & fro. I took my time putting the bike on
its stand and then turned to face her, with my back towards the bike. As I looked at this
cute short teenager standing in front of me, dressed in her school uniform,
her beige coloured pleated skirt reaching just above her knees and worn rather low on
her waist, with black school shoes and ankle-length white socks, the white
half-sleeved shirt fitting snugly over the twin mounds of her proud young 32-B breasts
and the top button left open purposely; I couldn’t help but think how my fortunes
had changed over the last few weeks.

Sitting down on the bike with my legs spread out, I pulled her by her waist towards me,
so that my crotch pressed into hers. Cupping her face my left hand, I kissed
her plush on her moist lips; tenderly at first, and then harder as I felt her respond. She
responded by wrapping both her arms around me, and parting her lips,
allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth. From the way she kissed back, I could
make out that this was not the first time this cock-teasing 17-year old teenager
had been kissed. She darted her hot tongue in and out of my mouth, and even turned her
face to one side, lifting one of legs off the ground and bending them at her
knee in the classical kissing pose.
 My right hand clasped her firm round butt, and pulled her further towards me, causing
her ripe young tits inside her shirt & bra to press against my chest, and my hard
cock inside my jeans to press against the v of her crotch. After a while, I pulled my lips off
hers, and caressing her cheeks, said to her with a smile “Happy birthday,
Amisha …” Running her tongue over her moist lips, she smiled and replied “Thank you
Jignesh bhaiya …” “Ok now let us better get back or your mummy will start
wondering where we went …” I said with a laugh. She giggled, and quickly got on to the
bike as I started it. As we headed back, she once again wrapped her arms
around my waist, and snuggled up to me from behind. “Tell me bhaiya … did I kiss
nicely?” she asked me in a small voice.

Letting go of the handle-bar with my left hand, I squeezed her palm, and replied “Of
course baby, you are a wonderful kisser … I wish I could tell you how great it felt
…” I replied smoothly. After a brief pause, she asked again “Bhaiya … did kissing me … did
it … did it arouse you” with some hesitation. In response, I just slid her
hand towards my crotch, and pressed it against the bulge of my semi-hard cock through
my jeans. “Now do you have your answer Amisha?” I said softly. “Oohhh …”
she almost squealed, as her soft hands felt the hardness of my cock through the jeans.

Squeezing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans, she pressed her breasts to my
back and whispered into my ear “Ohh bhaiya … is that … is that really
because of me?” “Of course my dear … what else do you think …” I replied with a little
chuckle. “No … I thought it …” she mumbled, letting her sentence hanging.
Making no attempt to move her soft hands away from where I had placed it, she asked
me again “Ok tell me bhaiya … of all the girls who had come today, whom did
you like the most?” Now this was a tricky question, and I took my time before answering.
“Umm … let me think … I think the girl I liked the most … was … was
Amisha” I replied with a laugh. “Oh bhaiya …” she crooned, snuggling up to me closer
from behind. “Tell me na … seriously … which of m friends did you like the
 most …” “Ok, after my sweet Amisha … the girl who I thought was the prettiest … was
Krutika …” I replied seriously, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t mind me
choosing her best friend.

“Hmmm …” she replied with a chuckle of her own, “I also thought you would like her …
you know she is my best friend … so we always have competition to see who
is able to attract more boys …” she continued. “Did you notice bhaiya … today how she
was trying to attract your attention?” she said animatedly, the rivalry between
the two evident to me now. “Oh, was she?” I retorted innocently “I did not notice anything …”
“Oh good” replied Amisha, “You please don’t give her any bhaav, ok
bhaiya” “Of course dear … why would I want her when you are there …”I replied
smoothly, a reply which pleased her greatly.

As we were approaching her house, she said “You know bhaiya … today I placed a bet
with her … I told her that Jignesh bhaiya would give me a birthday kiss …
and she said that you would not … so now I am very happy because I have won the bet …
tomorrow I am going to tell her how you kissed me today …” “Ummm …”
I replied non-commitantly. “If she asks you anything bhaiya … please please tell her that
you kissed me ok … please don’t tell her that I asked for a kiss … just tell
her that you kissed me on your own ok … please bhaiya …” she pleaded with me in the
most seductive manner. “Ok baby, I will …” I replied with a laugh, even as we reached her house,
and both of us got off the bike.

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As we both entered the house, I noticed that Seema had gone with Alka bhabhi to her place, and
Mayuri ben informed me that Seema had gone with her to help her
carry home the extra food that was remaining. As Amisha went into her room to change,
I walked up to the kitchen where Mayuri ben was clearing up. Seeing me,
 she wiped her hands on her sari, and quickly embraced me in a hug, pressing my body to
her huge fat torso. With a smile on her lips, she said Jignesh beta … aaj jo
kucch tumne hamare liye kiya hai, Mayuri maasi woh kabhi nahi bhoolegi …” “Oh aunty,
please …” I protested. Casting a quick glance towards the door of the
room into which Amisha had gone; she quickly pressed her thick lips to mine, and
thrusting her tongue into my mouth, kissed me ardently. I groaned, and clutching her
massive fat ass, pressed my hard boner to the soft fleshy folds of her generous bulging
belly.

She quickly slid her fat pudgy hands between our bodies, and clutching my cock through
my jeans, whispered to me with a smile on her face “Oh beta … you are so
hard … you want aunty right now isn’t it?” “I always want you aunty …” I replied softly
with a smile. “Beta … why don’t you sleep here tonight … then in the night …”
she left the sentence unfinished, her smile conveying the rest. Hearing these words from
Mayuri ben’s mouth, my cock gave an involuntary lurch. However, I had other
plans for the night, and so I said “Oh aunty … I would love to … but I don’t know if it is
such a good idea … what will Amisha and Seema didi think …” She seemed to
be caught in a dilemma for a while, and took some time before she replied. “Umm …
Seema will understand … but Amisha …” she said thoughtfully. “Oh beta … but
will you be ok?” she asked with a lot of concern in her voice. “Of course aunty … I can
always think of you in my bed right …” I replied with a charming smile.

That seemed to appease her, and she responded by giving my cock an extra hard
squeeze through the jeans. After a brief pause, she asked tentatively “Beta … I
wanted to ask you something … if you don’t mind …” “Sure aunty …” I replied smoothly.
Seeming to be lost for words, she began slowly “Beta … I know that I am
old … and … and I know that I … I may not be giving you complete satisfaction …” Looking
into my eyes as if searching for my reaction, she continued “I mean … I
know that you can … you can … have all the pleasure you want … with … with Sarla …”
referring to my voluptuous neighbour Sarla bhabhi. I chose not to say
 anything, and waited to hear what more she had to say. “Beta … please don’t mind my
saying this … but … but just that I don’t want you to go to that Sarla … I know
that she will be inviting you to go to her … but …” her voice trailed off.
Wrapping my arms around her massive belly and caressing her huge fleshy back, I said to her re-
assuringly “Oh my dear aunty … why are you even thinking of that
… I remember everything you told me about her … and that I should be careful with Sarla
aunty … and … and when you are there for me aunty … why should I go to
her …” Hearing these words, she beamed, and caressing my face said “Oh beta … I am so
glad that you understand …” Then playfully hitting me on my chest, she
said with a mock frown “And you don’t have to flatter you old Mayuri maasi ok … I know
that you are a young man … and I know what young men need …” I too
responded by shaking my head in mock exasperation. Once again, she pulled me closer to
her, and said softly “I will take care of everything you need … ok beta …
tomorrow afternoon, I have made some special arrangement for you …” “Oh really aunty
… what is that?” I asked innocently. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she
said “Beta … did you … did you like … Seema?” Hearing this 48-year old matronly lady
asking me whether I liked her 23-year old elder daughter sent a thrill to my
spine, and I just managed to sputter back “What … what do you mean, aunty?”

Seeing my obvious discomfort, she said softly with a smile “Beta … what I meant to ask is
… that … do you find my Seema beti attractive?” My cock lurched once
again, and this time I was sure she had felt it too. “Oh aunty … you are making me feel so
shy now … how can I … how can I answer that question …” I protested
meekly. I lowered my eyes, and continued in a small voice “Of course, I like Seema didi
aunty … how can I not like her … she is … she is so much like you … she is
just like a younger version of you … though I am very sure that when you were her age …
you were much more sexier …” I finished in a shy voice. Hearing these
words, she smiled again, and pressed her body to me harder, caressing my back.
 I could make out that my answer had killed two birds with one stone. I had conveyed my
interest in Seema and in the same breath ensured that she too was
flattered. “You are very sweet Jignesh beta …” she whispered huskily. “I am so happy to
hear that you like my daughter … because for you I have arranged for
Seema to give you a special massage tomorrow at Radhika ben’s parlour … I have told her
what to do … I hope you will like it beta …” she continued. “Oh …” I
gasped, pretending to be surprised to hear that.

“This is the least I can do for you beta … for all your kindness … I have told Radhika ben
also that she has to allow Seema to give you a complimentary massage …
and that she should not charge you anything …” she said. “Radhika was not ready at first
… but then I convinced her … I told her how it is her luck to get a esteemed
customer like Jignesh bhai … and that if Jignesh bhai is happy … then he will visit her
parlour more frequently … and that he can also recommend the parlour to his
friends … and how much more business she will get my making sure Jignesh bhai is happy
…” she continued, trying to boast of how much she was doing for me. “Oh
aunty … you didn’t have to do all that …” I protested, though I was thrilled to the core
inside. “Oh that’s nothing beta … you just be with your Mayuri maasi … I will
take care of everything …” she said boastingly.

I couldn’t help but imagine how shrewd this 48-year old school teacher was. One the one
hand, she was making me feel like she was arranging for VIP treatment for
me, while on the other hand I was sure she had also arranged for taking a cut from the
income the 36-year old Punjabi housewife Radhika Sharma would make from
me, and all the other future customers I could potentially bring. I however maintained a
thoughtful expression on my face. Seeing the look of indecisiveness on my
face, she said quickly “Oh don’t worry about anything beta … nobody will know anything
… and I have also made sure that if you take Seema for your massage, you
have to pay Radhika ben only 50% of the charge, which is what Seema has to give
Radhika for every client that she services … and also, with Seema … you don’t
 have to give her any tip … and she will always give you full service …”

By now, my cock had reached its bursting point. I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was this
48-year old mammoth bosomed Mayuri ben pimping her own 23-year old
daughter to me. “And also beta … there are many other young girls also there at the
parlour … you can always take any girl you like if you get bored with Seema …”
she said, still trying hard to convince me. As she waited anxiously for my response, I
finally said “Oh aunty … I don’t know what to say … I am not at all comfortable
with the idea of doing all this at Radhika aunty’s beauty parlour … but … but if it is going to
be of any help to you … then I can think about it …”
Hearing my response, a troubled look came to her face, and after a great bit of conflict in her
mind, she finally said “Oh beta … how can I say this to you now … all I
can say is that it will be a great help to us … me, Seema, and Amisha … all of us … if you
agree to this …” In an almost pleading tone, she continued “If you agree to
go there beta … and also arrange for some of your friends to visit that parlour … and take
massage services … then … then Radhika ben has agreed to give us a
10% commission for every customer … you know how little I earn from my government
school job … and I have to get both these girls married … so … so we will be
eternally grateful to you if you can agree to this …” her voice almost breaking down.

Realizing that I had played out the charade long enough, I replied with a sigh “Oh aunty
… if that is the case … then I will definitely go … I will do anything I can if it
will help you …” Hearing my response, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and hugging me
tightly, said “Oh thank you, Jignesh beta … thank you … thank you …” kissing
me repeatedly on my cheeks, forehead, and lips. Just then, we heard Seema return, and I
quickly disengaged myself from Mayuri ben’s arms. As soon as Seema
entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben announced to her “Beta Seema … Jignesh has agreed to
come to your parlour tomorrow …” a broad smile of accomplishment on her
face. Seema just smiled weakly, and lowering her face, said in a small voice “Ok, mummy
…” “Just make sure you give the best service tomorrow ok?” instructed
 Mayuri ben in a firm voice. Once again, Seema avoided eye contact with me, and just
nodded her head in assentment.

At about the same time, Amisha opened the door of her bedroom and came outside. She
had apparenty washed her face, and had changed into her night clothes
comprising of an old collared white t-shirt that was a tad over-sized for her, in all
probabilities inherited from her elder sister, and a pair of cheap cotton slacks. Even
in this completely non-glamorous attire, she looked incredibly desirable to me, the twin
mounds of her young firm tits visible under the loose t-shirt.

Seeing her, Mayuri ben said in a stern voice “Amisha … have you thanked Jignesh bhai for
the gift he gave you today … and all the other things he arranged for your
party?” “Of course, mummy … I did …” she answered protestingly, “Ask him … isn’t it
Jignesh bhaiya?” she said turning towards me. “Of course Amisha …” I replied
with my most benevolent smile. As we casually chatted, Amisha came and stood next to
me and on the pretext of saying something to me, took hold of my hand in
hers and brushed her firm young breasts against my arm. Worried that her open
indiscretion may end up ruining my prospects in this household, I quickly took leave
of them and headed back to my house.
I reached home, and was about to change into my night clothes, when the phone rang. It was my
sexy neighbour Sarla bhabhi. “Aap to mujhe bhool hi gaye, Jignesh
bhai …” she cooed on the phone, in her trademark sing-song cock-teasing voice. “Oh
nothing like that aunty …” I replied, “I was a little busy, and just got back home
…” She then asked if I had finished my dinner. When I replied in the affirmative, she
seemed disappointed, and replied in a small voice, “Oh ok beta … I guess you
must be tired now … I won’t disturb you then … I just called to …” Sensing her
disappointment, I said “Aunty, I am feeling very lonely now … so is it OK if I come to
your place to spend the night … of course, only if it is OK with you aunty …”
 Hearing this, I could sense her perk up, and she replied enthusiastically “Of course beta
… why do you even have to ask that … I know how lonely you are … come
over beta … I will cheer you up …” I knew that she was alone, since her husband was
traveling. “OK aunty … I will come over in a few minutes then” I replied. After a
brief pause, she said “Beta, do one thing … don’t come from the front door … I will keep
the back door of the kitchen open … you come from there … I hope you
understand why beta … I don’t want anybody to start gossiping …” “Of course I
understand aunty …” I replied with a laugh.

Changing into a pair of comfortable slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt, I went up to the
terrace of our house, which shared a common wall with their terrace. Crossing
over to their terrace, I headed down to their courtyard, and entered her house through
the door of the kitchen, which she had left open for me. As I closed the kitchen
door, I called out for her. She answered from inside her bedroom “Give me one minute beta …
make yourself comfortable … I am coming …” I settled down in the
couch in their living room, and switched on the TV.

After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and my jaw dropped in astonishment
at the sight of her. She was dressed in the crimson red satin gown I had
bought for her the other day. The gown was of a sheer see-through satin with sleeves
that reached the middle of her fore-arms and open at the front, with just a sash
tied across her waist. Under the gown, she was wearing the crimson-red satin slip that
had come with the gown. The slip came to well above her knees, and was
held at the shoulders by two thin straps. I could see that she had put on some make-up
and had brushed her dull golden-brown hair fashionably.

Each of her hands were adorned with two dozen matching crimson red bangles, the color
of which was in stark contrast to the milky white skin of her hands. From
that distance itself, I could also smell the fragrance of the perfume she had liberally
applied on herself, and she looked like a ravishing bride ready for her first night.
 As her face broke into a sexy smile on seeing me, I stood up and said “Oh Sarla aunty …
you look so gorgeous …” She blushed, and came towards me slowly, her
hips swaying seductively inside her sexy gown. “I had wanted to wear this specially for
you Jignesh beta …” she said with her trademark cock-teasing smile … I hope
you like it …” In response, I pulled her towards me, and wrapping my hands around her
waist, kissed her passionately on her soft juicy lips. As I held her in my arms,
I felt her soft luscious breasts press against my chest, and it became evident that she was
not wearing a bra.

As my hands caressed her delicious ass, I also felt that she was not wearing a panty too.
She responded with alacrity, pressing her body to mine, and thrusting her
hot juicy tongue into my mouth. As I pulled my mouth away from her, she dropped her
gaze to my chest, and caressing my bare arms, said shyly “I wanted to make
this night special for you Jignesh beta … like our honeymoon night …” Lifting up her face
by her chin, I looked into her eyes with lust and said huskily “You are the
most desirable woman I have ever know in my life aunty … all I can think of right now is
how lucky uncle is to have you as his wife …” Ever the seductress, she
smiled and bit her lips. Tracing her fingers on my chest, she said softly “Just think of me
as your wife Jignesh beta … I am yours … for tonight … and for any other
time you want me …” In response, I just pressed her soft body to me, my already rigid
cock pressing to her soft belly in the process.

As I pulled away, and sat down on the couch, she asked me if I was in the mood for a
drink. Her husband kept a stock of imported liquor which she had at her
disposal. Since I had already had dinner, and wanted to be in my senses to fuck her
tonight, I settled on a Cognac with warm water and honey. She proceeded to
make elaborate arrangements to make the drinks, setting up a tray on the tea-poy, with
the bottle of Cognac, a decanter of luke-warm water, and a small bowl filled
with honey. As she sat by my side on the couch, and leant forward towards the tea-poy to
make the drinks, her crimson red transparent gown fell open at the neck
 and I could see the cleavage of her milky white breasts at the deep cut neck of the red
satin slip inside. The sight of her making drinks for me in this sexy crimson red
see-through night gown, and her milky white hands adorned by those red bangles like
those of a newly wed bride, which clinked delightfully each time she moved her
hands, almost drove me crazy.

As we clinked our glasses and raised a toast to good times ahead, she said Aaj ki raat …
Jignesh bhai ki suhaag raat ke naam …” As the warm Cognac soothed
my throat, I sat back on the couch and relaxed. She settled herself on the couch in such a
manner that her back was resting against my chest, and her head was
supported by my left shoulder. As she lifted her legs to rest them on the center-table, the
front opening of her thin transparent gown fell open, baring her milky white
legs and thighs to my view. That’s when I noticed that she had also painted her toe-nails
with matching crimson red nail-polish. We made small talk even as I played
with her hair and ear-lobes, causing her to squirm with pleasure, and giggle constantly
like a young shy newly wed bride.

As the Cognac went inside, I felt her body relax, and her movements become more
languid. The way she was resting against me with her head on my left shoulder,
my left arm was lying on her torso, enjoying the feel of her soft pliant breasts under the
gown, and the fingers playing with the soft flesh of her well-rounded belly.
Finishing off my drink, I put the glass down, and placed my right hand also on her belly.
She too threw her head back, and gulped down the remnants of her drink in
one shot. I took the empty glass from her hands, and put it down on the center table. She
looked up towards my eyes, and gave me a brazen half smile, the drink
obviously having loosened her up. Taking hold of my right hand, she pressed it to her breasts
through her gown. Her ran her tongue on her lips to moist them, and
closing her eyes, breathed Ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao Jignesh …”
 With a groan, I closed my fingers around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts through the
gown, and kissed her on the mouth, plunging my tongue into the depths of her
mouth. She responded with eagerness, and moaned. She was almost lying flat on my lap
now, her head supported by my arms, and her legs resting on the couch. I
quickly undid the cord holding her gown tied together in the front, baring the red satin
slip inside. The slip reached just below her pelvis, well above her knees, and
was held together at the shoulder by slender straps. Continuing to kiss her, I slid my
hand inside her slip through the neck, and cupped her soft juicy breasts. As she
arched her back and pushed her breasts into my palms, I rolled her nipples between my
fingers.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I straightened, and gazed with lust at this lusty 36-
year old housewife lying so wantonly in my lap. Her skin, as I have said earlier,
was milky white, and the crimson red slip contrasted sharply with it. She lay there with
her eyes closed, breathing heavily, as my fingers continued to tease and
manipulate her soft, pliant, and milky white 34-C breasts. Opening her eyes, she gazed at
me with lust, and squeezed my hand that in turn was squeezing her
breasts. I pulled out my hand from inside her slip, and proceeded to slide the slender
strap off her left shoulder. Hooking my fingers in the neck of her slip, I pulled it
down, baring her beautiful breasts capped with light brown aereolas and pink nipples to
my view.

With another groan, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across her already erect
nipple; eliciting a shiver from her body. I ran my tongue in circles on the aereolas
around her nipples, and teased her by flicking my tongue on the nipple occasionally. She
moaned again, and grabbing my head pushed my face to her breasts.
Opening my mouth, I took her soft juicy breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on
them ardently. She began to writhe uncontrollably in my lap, and her hands
began to roam over her belly; finally reaching her pelvic region. Seeing that, I slid my
hand down her belly, and began to caress the insides of her thighs. As she
 wriggled her hips, I slid my palm upwards under her slip, until it came to rest on the soft
mound of her hot pussy.
To my surprise, I realized that she had shaved her pussy, and her pussy lips were smooth and
clear like a virgin. “Ohh beta …” she moaned as I began to caress her
vulva with my fingers. Parting the lips of her juicy pussy, I slid in my middle finger. She
was already wet, and my finger slid in easily. As I began to manipulate her wet ried out “Oh
Jignesh …” The contractions of her pussy triggered my orgasm too, and I felt my sperm begin its
journey from my swollen balls to my rigid cock.

“I am coming, aunty …” I managed to gasp, even as I began to pull my cock out of her
cunt. “No Jignesh, no … I need you inside me …” she cried out, grabbing hold
of my waist and pulling me deeper into her juicy wet pussy. I arched my back and let out
a loud groan of pleasure, as I felt my jism shoot out of the swollen tip of my
cock and flood the depths of her pussy. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her,
my face resting on breasts. She cradled my head in her arms with
tenderness, feeding me those succulent breasts, even as I continued to take in deep
breaths in an attempt to appease my air starved lungs. After regaining my
breath, I took leave of her and headed home for a well deserved sleep.
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Her tongue then slowly traced its way up to my neck, and licked along the sides of my neck. In
response, I took hold of her head, with her hair tied in a pony behind,
in both my hands and let out another low moan of pleasure. As her tongue slid up the
side of my neck to my earlobes, I once again felt those heavy firm breasts of
hers under the t-shirt press against my chest. Placing my hand on her back, I said in a
husky voice “Didi … I am liking it so much … and … and you smell so good …”
Pulling her head up from the tongue-lashing she was giving my ear, she looked into my eyes, her
breasts still quashed against my chest, “It is the perfume you gifted
me yesterday, Jignesh bhai … “her face creasing into a loving smile.
 She straightened up, and once again began to massage my shoulders. As her hands
kneaded the flesh of my muscular shoulders, she breathed “I love your muscles,
Jignesh bhai …” I just smiled in return. Then taking my right hand, she placed it on her
shoulder, indicating that I should hold on to her shoulder, so that she could
massage my arm. When she did that and began to knead the muscles of my biceps, her
free dangling breasts pressed against my fore-arm.

She was looking at me with a curious expression now, as she continued to rub my arms
and fore-arms, liberally allowing her unrestrained breasts under the t-shirt to
rub and press against my forearm. Clearing her throat, she asked me in a tentative voice
“Jignesh bhai … kya main aapko acchi nahi lagi?” “Kyun didi … aap aisa
kyun pooch rahe ho?” asked I in surprise. Looking intently into my eyes now with a
solemn expression on her face, she replied “Phir … phir … aap mere … meri
chhati ko nahi dekhna chaahoge?” “Oh Seema didi ….” I groaned, my hands squeezing her
shoulder hard. “Main to kabka tadap raha hoon …” I said in a husy
whisper.

“Aap nahi maanti … to yeh dekhiye …” I said intensely, whipping off the thick towel from
my waist to bare the huge bulge that my hardened cock had created in my
white briefts. “Oh Jignesh …” she breathed, as her eyes darted to my bulging manhood
struggling to stay inside the briefs, before hastily averting her gaze. “Mujhe
dikhaao please, didi …” I said in a low moan, my hand which was resting on her shoulder,
squeezing it again. Silently, she removed my hand from her shoulder and
placed it on my chest. Then, once again gazing into my eyes with an intent look, she bit
her lips and proceeded to pull up her t-shirt from below slowly.

As she slowly pulled up her black t-shirt, her magnificent breasts came to my view. So far,
I had thought that Sejal’s were the best pair of tits I had set my eyes on.
But Sushma didi’s 34-C breasts were far more erotic than Sejal’s milky mammaries. They
were perfectly round, with brown skin just like the rest of her body. Unlike her mother’s massive
sagging mammaries, Seema didi’s breasts were much firmer, and yet so heavy, with a pair of
beautiful brown nipples capping them.
The nipples were not black, but a very dark shade of brown, and were surrounded by large
aereolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were incredibly firm, and I couldn’t help but
compare her tits with Kalpana aunty’s firm mature breasts.

Yes, I concluded, her tits were more like a younger version of Kalpana aunty’s; rather
than her mother Mayuri ben’s. As she stood there provocatively by my side,
holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, baring them for my approval, I felt my cock
give in involuntary lurch inside my briefs. I pulled my eyes away from those
sexy breasts to look at her face again. She was looking intently at me, her expression a
mix of apprehension, lust, and shame. I swallowed, and wetting my lips with
my tongue, managed to say “Oh Seema didi … they are beautiful … they are beautiful …
your breasts are so beautiful …” Hearing my words, her face noticeably
relaxed, and a slow shy smile came to her face. Without a word, she took my right hand
which was lying on my chest, in hers, and slowly pressed it to those soft yet
firm mounds of her big breasts.

With a sigh, I cupped her firm heavy breasts from below and squeezed them. She leaned
forward slightly to allow me better access to her tits, and resumed her
gentle massaging of my arms and chest. As I squeezed her heavy tits and rubbed those
large erect nipples with my finger tips, she smiled shyly and began to run her
fingers thru the hair on my chest. As her fingers scraped my nipples, I shivered and
reached out with my left hand also to cup both of her tits. She then bent forward
and began to lick my nipples with her tongue, gently pinching the other one with her
fingers. This caused her heavy firm breasts to press against my taut belly, and my
cock gave one more jerk inside my briefs. “Seema didi …” I groaned. “Aapko acchha lag
raha hai, Jignesh bhai …” she whispered, pausing briefly. I responded by
pressing her head to my chest again.
 By now her right hand had slid down my belly was was gently caressing the bulge of my
cock through my briefs. Looking down, I could see that a small spot of
wetness had formed on my white briefs where the tip of my rigid cock was oozing pre-cum. As
her fingers closed around the hardness of my cock through the briefs,
she slid her face upwards and began to run her wet tongue along my neck and my
earlobes. I was holding her head with my left hand, while my right hand slid down
to her legs and was caressing her thick thighs just under the hem of her short black skirt.

As she lifted her face to look at me, I whispered to her “Seeme didi … mujhe aapke
mamme choosne hain …” Hearing this, she blushed, and said softly “Haan
Jignesh bhai … zaroor …” She then stood up from the bed, and averting her gaze from
me, pulled her black t-shirt off. As she dropped her t-shirt on a nearby chair,
and stood before me, I wet my lips with my tongue. To me, there is nothing more erotic
than the sight of a young busty girl, topless, and wearing a mini skirt. She
picked up the bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil once again, and pouring a liberal
amount of it on to her hands, once again came and stood by my side. She
climbed on to the small stool that was placed next to the bed, and sat down by my side.
Pouring the oil from her palms on to my chest, she began to gently rub the oil
on to my skin, even as she bent forward slightly to dangle her heavy breasts in front of
my face.

Placing one hand on my shoulder, she bent forward more, as if asking me to take her
breasts in my mouth. With a soft sigh, I opened my mouth and took her turgid
nipple into my mouth, even as my left hand clasped her other breast and began to
squeeze it roughly. As my mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breast and my
tongue began to lash against her turgid nipple, she let out a soft moan and sighed “Oh
Jignesh bhai …” I alternated between her two breasts, licking all over them
with my tongue, and sucking hard on those thick brown nipples.
 As I suckled on her beautiful breasts, my right hand slid down to her legs and began to
caress her heavy thighs. As my fingers slid under the hem of her short black
pleated skirt, she slid off the bed and stood next to it in such a way that she was
standing right next to my face. Placing one hand on the side of my head resting on
the pillow, she leaned forward again to feed me her breasts. My mouth closed around
the firm flesh of her breasts again, teasing the erect nipple with my tongue, even as my right
hand slid further up her skirt, feeling the back of her heavy plump thighs. My hands moved
further up under her skirt till they came to the edge of her panties. I opened the palm of my hand
and cupped one of her full heavy buttocks in my hand.

There I was lying on this elevated massage bed, the busty 23-year old Seema did
standing topless next to me, my left hand squeezing one of her firm heavy tits, while my mouth
was feasting on the right one. She had a really wide and heavy ass, inherited from her fat-assed
mother, and as my fingers tried to slip under the edge of her black panties, I felt her straighten
up from her leaning position. Averting her gaze from mine, she moved a few steps back, and
turning sideways, reached under he skirt and pulled down the black panties she was wearing
underneath! To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I figured she interpreted
my feeling up her ass and panties to be a signal to remove her panties.

With a solemn look on her face, she once again came and stood close to my head, and
and placing her hands on my chest, began to gently caress my chest & nipples again. As I looked
at her face, she slowly turned her gaze towards me and her eyes met mine. There was a look of
apprehension, resignation, and arousal on her face. With an effort, she smiled slowly, and asked
me in a soft voice “Aapko acchha lag raha hai na, Jignesh bhai?” Looking into her eyes, I clasped
both my hands on hers, making her momentarily pause her massaging, and replied earnestly
“Haan Seema didi …” On hearing my reply, she seemed relieved, and she smiled a little more
confidently. With her eyes on my body, as she continued to run her fingers in circles on my chest,
she said shyly “Aap ki body bahut acchhi hai Jignesh bhai …”
 Her gaze slowly moved towards my pelvis, and she gazed at the huge bulge that was
protruding under my white briefs, the ever widening wet spot now becoming
very noticeable. Her right hand slowly slid down my belly, and resting her palm lightly on my
hardness under my underwear, she asked in a soft voice “Ab … ab main ise utaar doon, Jignesh
bhai …” I just continued to look at her face, and with my lips parted in arousal, nodded my
assent. She bit her lips as her pudgy thick fingers closed around my hard shaft through the
underwear and squeezed lightly.

Keeping her gaze averted from mine, she gently hooked her fingers under the wait-band
of my briefs and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed to assist her. As she slid my
briefs down my thighs, my throbbing hard cock sprang out like an angry serpent and slapped
against my taut belly. I was so hard by now that my foreskin had got pulled down partly, and the
red bulbous tip of my cock was visible; shiny and wet with the pre-cum that had oozed out. I
caught her let out an almost inaudible gasp at the sight of my thick hard cock, even as she slid
my underwear down my legs and pulled it completely off. Once again standing really close to me,
her skirt-clad waist pressing against my hips, she looked into my eyes with a mixture of lust and
tenderness. Without a word, she took hold my hard throbbing cock in her soft pudgy hand, and
squeezed gently. “Seema didi …” I groaned softly, as I felt her fingers close around the girth of my
erect phallus.

With her eyes on my throbbing penis, she reached out with both her hands and cupped
my swollen balls gently with her left hand, even as her right hand began to
gently caress the thick shaft of my cock. Even as my body stiffened at this erotic touch of her soft
pudgy hands, slick with the baby oil, she said under her breath “Jignesh bhai …. aapka … aapko
bahut … bahut bada … aur sundar hai …” her eyes riveted to my fully erect cock. “Oh Seema didi
…” I whispered hoarsely “aap nahin jaanti … ki aaj mera woh khwaab poora hua hai … jo ki main
bahut saalon se dekh raha thhaa …”

Hearing my words, she looked into my eyes, and asked softly “Sach … Jignesh bhai?”
“Sach … Seema didi …” I replied hoarsely, my right hand reaching up and
squeezing her heavy gorgeous boobs again to reassure her. She just smiled shyly, and turned her
attention to my cock again. Pouring a bit of the baby oil on to her palms again, she spread it
thoroughly on both her palms, and then began to work her magic with her hands on my cock.
With the fingers of her left hand, she began to tease the underside of my swollen balls, while she
cupped her fingers over the tip of my swollen cock and began to run tips of her fingers along the
length of my shaft, the wet tip of my cock touching the center of her palm at each downward
motion.

It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how well she had been
trained by hot Radhika aunty, and perhaps her slutty mother too. As her fingers tightened around
the shaft of my cock, I jerked my hips upwards, reaching out to squeeze her heavy tits with my
left hand, even as my right hand slipped under her skirt again, and squeezed her magnificent
firm buttocks. As my fingers felt the crack of her ass, she spread her legs slightly, as if to allow me
to slide my fingers inside. Continuing to rub my cock with her pudgy hands rather than stroke it,
she bent forward again and began to lick my nipple with her tongue, her heavy firm breasts
pressing against my belly.

I placed my left hand on her head, and with my right hand began to caress her bare back
as she ran her tongue all over my chest; her hands continuing to caress my
cock. Then to my amazement, she straightened again, and quickly pouring some more of the
Johnson & Johnson baby oil into her palm, she cupped both her breasts and smeared the oil
thoroughly on her mammaries. Bending forward, she began to rub her incredibly heavy and firm
breasts on my chest and belly, her slick oily hands resuming the job of caressing my throbbing
cock. Then, taking hold of my cock firmly in her right hand, she dangled those firm globes over
my cock, and began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cock on her nipples.

I almost shot my load when she did that, and to hold myself back, I grabbed hold of her
butt and squeezed hard again. She had now slipped into the role of her job
of a professional masseuse, and taking a firm grip on my cock, began to stroke it slowly, moving
her torso so that those heavy dangling breasts rubbed against my
cock. Even before I could realize it, she gently pulled me towards her by my waist, and lifting my
right leg, pulled it off the bed so that it was dangling from the side of the bed. With a quick
movement, she came in between my outstretched legs now, and leaning forward again,
straddled my huge throbbing cock between those big beautiful breasts of hers. Cupping both of
her firm globules together, she trapped my cock in between her firm mammary flesh, and began
to move her torso up and down, causing my erect cock to slide in between her huge firm boobs.

I reached out with my hand and pinched her left breast hard as she began to do that,
groaning “Ohh … Seema didi …” Due to the oil that she had liberally applied on
my chest as well as her breasts, my cock slid easily in between her firm tits, and she heightened
my pleasure my squeezing her tits together as well; her heavy mammary flesh making slapping
sounds as they hit my thigh on each downward movement. As she began to heave herself up and
down, milking my cock with her breasts, I cried out hoarsely “Didi … please …” Alarmed, she
stopped immediately, and with a look of concern on her face, asked “Kya hua Jignesh bhai …
aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” “Oh no didi … mujhe itna acchha lag raha hai ki … ki agar aapne
roka nahi to … to mera abhi chhoot jaayega …” I managed to gasp out.

Hearing my words, a shy smile spread across her face again, and she said “Oh Jignesh
bhai …” I took hold of her heavy fleshy arm, and pulled her towards me.
Extricating herself from in between my thighs, she once again came and stood near my face, her
hand still holding my rigid shaft, gently stroking it. I slid my hand under her skirt again, and as my
fingers felt her bare buttocks underneath, she twisted slightly to face me. With a look of
understanding in her eyes, she lifted her right leg, and bending it at the knees, placed it on the
small stool placed near the bed such that her heavy thighs were now spread apart to give my
hand free access to her pussy.

Then closing her eyes, she took hold of my right hand in hers, and guided it to her bare
cunt. Once again, my cock gave an involuntary lurch at this completely
submissive gesture of hers. As my finger tips came in contact with the thick puffy lips of her cunt,
I realized that her pussy was not shaved, but just trimmed.
As I touched her wet cunt lips with my fingers lightly, she placed her hand on my arm, and said in
a soft voice “Jignesh bhai … mummy ne kahaa thha ki … ki aapko … aapko aisa hi acchha lagega …
is liye … maine shave nahi kiya …” “Oh Seema didi … aap please aisa mat boliye … aap jaisi hai …
waisi hi mujhe bahut acchli lagti hai …” I said in a gentle voice. As I rubbed my thumb on her erect
clit, and began to rub the thick puffy lips of her moist cunt through the trimmed pubic hair, she
bit her lips and squeezed my arm harder.

Adjust herself to spread her bent knee wider to give me better access to her moist
vagina, she asked in a small voice “Main skirt utaar doon, Jignesh bhai?” “Nahin didi ….” I said in
a soft yet firm voice “main nahin chaahta ki aap aisa kucchh bhi kare jo aap doosre customers ke
saath nahin karti …” “Aisa mat boliye, Jignesh bhai …” she protested “aap mere customer nahin
hain … aap to … aap to mere …” she left her sentence unfinished as she dropped her gaze. Taking
a deep breath, she gathered her courage, and then turning to look me in the eye, she said “Main
aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi Jignesh bhai … kucch bhi …” Hearing her words, I let out a sigh and
said in a pleading tone “Oh didi … to phir aap please … please mera ek baar moonh mein lengi?”
“Oh Jignesh bhai … yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai …” she said quckly, “main to … main to sirf
aapke order ka wait kar rahi thhi …”

And then without a moment’s delay, she quickly moved lower towards my feet and
bending forward took the entire length of my cock into her wide mouth. She didn’t lick my cock
or suck on the tip, but just took the entire length of it into her outstretched mouth till I felt the
tip of my hard throbbing cock touch the base of her throat. The suddenness of her action
surprised me, and as I let out a throaty groan of pleasure, she slid her hands under my buttocks
and began to move her wet
mouth up and down on my cock, making uninhibited slurping noises. As I looked at my thick cock
disappear into her wet mouth, the girth of it stretching those thick
luscious lips of hers, I couldn’t help but marvel at my luck.