I woke up to the sounds of the maid in the neighboring house washing clothes. As I stretched and yawned, I realized I had a morning wake-up hard on again. “Oh man”, I thought to myself, “I need to do something about this today”. Every morning, now for the one year or so, I’d been invariably waking up with a raging hard on. I am Jignesh, a 19 year old, who had just finished Class XII, having missed an year, and was waiting for his results. Summer had set in, and I was getting tired of masturbating at least thrice a day.
As I got up, I saw that my dick had made a tent in my pajamas. Clutching my rigid shaft through my pajamas, I shuffled to the window of my bedroom, and glanced out. Our house was in a colony of tenements, and my bedroom overlooked the backside washing area of the other adjacent houses, which was separated by a shoulder height compound wall.
The two young maids in the house behind were at their morning tasks, one washing clothes, and the other washing utensils, in the wash area that occupied most of the courtyard at the backside of each house. The girls were from the near-by village, and most of the villagers there were cattle raisers, supplying milk to the nearby households. They younger of the two girls were a 18-year old teenager named Pushpa, with a lithe slim brown skinned body. She had just graduated to wearing a ghagra, blouse, and choli, the most commonly worn attire by the village women, and her budding breasts just about managed to fill her blouse.
Pushpa was a talkative little thing, and had a certain cockiness that irked me no end. She had a half smile on her angular face all the time, and loved to make flirting eye-contact with boys and men around. “Now that’s a cocky little bitch, I’d love to fuck”, I thought to myself, as I slowly rubbed my cock through the pajamas. The two girls were chattering away gaily, as they went about their work, sitting on their haunches, with their ghagras raised up above their knees.
But it was the older of the two that had my attention. She was a new one in the colony, and had been working as domestic help in the house behind for a little less than a month now. I hadn’t heard her name yet. She was a dark skinned girl, with big round eyes, and thick pouting lips. What had grabbed my attention was the way her breasts strained against the thin cotton blouse she wore. These village girls never wore a bra, and so the natural shape of their breasts could be seen in the blouse. “Now that’s probably a 32-C”, I thought to myself as I continued to watch. The older girl was of average built, and her breasts were of the firm mango shape, with a conical shape to them. She had long black hair that hung behind her back in a single long braid. She too wore the same attire of a ghagra, choli, and blouse.
The girls often bathed in the courtyard at the washing area next to the water tank. This was normally in the afternoons, when most of the people in the house were asleep. I had accidentally discovered this one afternoon, and ever since I made it a point to watch them bathing every afternoon. The girls normally stripped down to only their ghagras while bathing. The effervescent Pushpa had the slim body of a blossoming teenager, with small perky breasts. While rubbing soap on her body, she would playfully cup her lemon sized breasts, and giggle while pinching her small pinkish brown nipples. But it was the other girl’s breasts that I was fascinated by.
They were dark like the rest of her body, and unbelievably firm. Shaped like a ripe mango, they stood out on her chest like twin peaks. The highlight was the large black areolas, and her incredibly long pencil shaped black nipples. My mouth watered every time I saw those nipples, and I dreamt of sucking on them hard. While Pushpa was brazen enough to strip to her panties, the other girl was very conscious of being partially nude in front of another girl, and therefore never took off her ghagra completely. Pushpa, on the other hand, would playfully squeeze the other girl’s breasts, and pinch her nipples. As she slapped Pushpa’s hands away, I had heard Pushpa laugh, and say “When will mine become as big as yours, Rani?” “Oh, so her name is Rani”, I said to myself.
As I watched them go about their work, my hard-on started throbbing painfully, as I thought of how they looked while having their bath. I pulled myself away from the window, as I needed to relieve myself. I had discovered that my morning wake-up hard-on subsided once I had taken a pee. As I dragged myself towards the toilet, I remembered I had yet again forgotten to buy milk.
I was alone at home these days. Due to some rather recent astonishing developments, my parents had gone to their home town, and would be there at least for a few months. My maternal grandmother had passed away recently, and she had left behind in her will, and unbelievably large amount of money and many acres of land, to her only daughter, which was my mother. This had changed the fortunes of my family overnight, and from an ordinary bank clerk, Mr. Desai, my father had suddenly become a crorepati. Her dying wish had been to ask her son-in-law to relinquish his job, and come and take care of their vast estate in the village. My father was more than happy to do that, and thus they had left for the village to take care of the legal work, and oversee some harvesting work in the cotton fields. My mother had obviously accompanied him.
But the clincher for me was the surprise my grand mother had left for him. Being her only grandson, she had arranged for a sum of Rupees Thirty Thousand to be paid to me every month as pocket money! Thirty thousand rupees a month! As I pissed in the toilet, I grinned to myself thinking of my good fortune again. Also, she had instructed his father to buy me the Yamaha RX-100 bike that I had been craving for so much. And today, I was to go to the dealer to pick up my brand new bike. My grin widened as he thought of the immense potential owning a bike would open up for me. “Now I am sure that bitch Rekha is going to give me ‘bhaav’”, I thought to himself. Rekha was the hottest girl in the neighborhood, and never gave much attention to me, as I could never afford to buy her gifts, or take her to movies.
My mother was prone to gossiping with the neighborhood women, and so almost all of them knew of the good fortune that had befallen the Desai family. And overnight, I had become ‘Jignesh bhai’ from just ‘Jignesh” for all the ladies in the neighborhood, and their ‘ladla’. And this included all the ‘aunties’ I lusted for too. Kalpana aunty, Sarla bhabhi, Mayuri ben, and all the other neighborhood ladies had suddenly become very concerned about how ‘poor’ Jignesh was managing all alone without his mother to take care of him.
Kalpana aunty was the 42-year old wife of Jatin bhai, who ran a business in the city of collecting and selling scrap. They lived in the house behind, and it is at their house that the two village girls (Pushpa & Rani) worked as domestic servants. Like most other low income group folks in the colony, they too were not very well off. Jatin bhai’s prized possession was a rickety old Bajaj scooter, which he had bought second-hand from another scrap dealer. He was a fat, overweight, pot bellied slob, and I often wondered how he managed to have sex with his wife, with such a big pot belly in the way.
They had two children: a son, Dharmesh, who was 19, and was staying with his aunt in another town, and studying there; and Jigna, a daughter who was 16, and was in Class X. To augment their meager income, Kalpana aunty cooked home-made food (roti, dal, rice etc.) and supplied it to near-by households. My mother had asked Kalpana aunty to provide meals for me also, and she came to the house to deliver the tiffin box, twice a day at lunch and dinner. Kalpana aunty was a kind hearted woman, who often bought home made sweets for me, along with my food. Getting a regular customer like the now rich Mr. Desai’s son was a boon for her.
I finished my bath, and was changing when I heard the door-bell ring. “That must me Kalpana aunty with my lunch”, I thought. I hastily pulled on my jeans, and was about to pull on a t-shirt, when I thought of an idea. I threw aside my t-shirt, and picked up a sleeveless vest instead. I had been going to a gym for the last one month now, and had developed a decent physique. I was especially proud of my biceps; and I wanted Kalpana aunty to see them. I rushed down and opened the door to see Kalpana aunty standing there smiling at me, with a tiffin carrier in her hand.
She was a short, broad, brown skinned, heavyset woman, with a plump body, and a pleasant round face. Her hair was tied in a bun, as was the style preferred by most housewives. “Kem chho, Jignesh bhai”, she said to me smiling. “I thought you would still be sleeping”, she continued. I laughed, and taking the tiffin box from her hand, said to her, “Oh aunty, please come inside.” As Kalpana aunty came inside, I noticed her wiping her forehead with the pallu of her sari. “Oh it’s so hot outside”, she sighed, and she sat down on the sofa in the living room. “Let me get you something cold to drink, aunty”, I said as I went into the kitchen and fetched a glass of cold nimbu pani for her.
Kalpana aunty took the glass gratefully from my hand, and gulped down the juice thirstily. “You are very kind Jignesh bhai”, she said smiling her thanks at him. I took the opportunity to hold her hand and said to her, “Oh aunty, please don’t call me Jignesh bhai … call me Jignesh, like you used to call me when I was small”. Kalpana aunty looked up at me and said, “Ok beta, as you say … but you have become big people now ….” and her voice trailed off, as her eyes went to my muscular arms and chest in the vest. She placed her other hand on my palm and said, “You are very nice beta, I will call you what you like”. “Thank you, aunty”, I smiled as I too placed my other hand on her palm. “It is you who are so nice to me” he said to her as he looked down, glancing at her cleavage in the process.
Kalpana aunty had ample breasts, at least 38-D as I estimated, and were pressed together in her tight blouse, which was struggling to hold them. The pallu of her sari had parted slightly to reveal her blouse at the shoulders, and I could see the strap of her black bra on her shoulder, which had come out from below her blouse. She caught my glance, and with a hint of a smile on her lips, stood up, adjusting the pallu of her sari. “I better leave now beta, because I have to deliver two more tiffins before 2’o clock”, she said as she walked towards the kitchen to keep back the empty glass. My eyes followed her, and feasted on the gentle swing of her hips, as she walked.
This, for me, was the most desirable part of Kalpana aunty’s body … her incredibly big butt. She had possibly the biggest buttocks I had seen on a woman, and I felt my cock lurch in my jeans, as I looked at her wide hips and fat butt swing as she walked, with the sari draped tight around them. I groaned inwardly to myself as I squeezed my cock through my jeans, “Oh, how I would love to fuck her from behind!” I thought to myself. Kalpana aunty let herself out, and as she leant forward to put on her sandals, her pallu slipped off her shoulder again, and I couldn’t help but gaze with lust at her heavy breasts and ample bottom again.
She straightened herself, adjusting her pallu again, and reaching out, patted me on my cheeks and said, “Beta, please let aunty know if you need anything ok … I don’t want to give your mother any reason for complain when she sees you again”. I replied in the affirmative, and waved goodbye to Kalpana aunty, as she stepped out into the hot sun and proceeded on her errands.
As I closed the door, I decided I needed to do something to get Kalpana aunty into bed with me. My thoughts wandered to Kalpana bhabhi’s 16-year old daughter, Jigna, too. “Oh fuck”, I said to myself, “she is too young”. I got dressed, and went to pick up my bike from the dealer who had promised delivery today. I got the bike, caught up with a few friends from school, and after showing off my brand new bike, decided to head back home. It was nearly 3 in the afternoon when I reached the gate of his colony. On a sudden impulse, I decided to drop in at Kalpana aunty’s house. I paused for a minute, wondering what reason I would give for the unexpected visit, and then concluded I could say I came to show them my new bike. “I hope that Jigna is at home”, I mused as I rode towards their house.
I parked outside and rang the bell. “One minute”, hollered Jatin bhai from inside. Jatin bhai, in his trademark lungi and banian, opened the door, and his face split into a big smile as he saw me. “Arre, Jignesh bhai … come in, come in” he said heartily as he took my hand and led me inside. I told him about my new bike. “Kalpana”, Jatin bhai hollered, “look who has come … it is Jignesh bhai … he has come to show us his new bike”. “I am coming”, Kalpana aunty said from the bathroom, “I am just finishing my bath”. Jatin bhai followed Jignesh outside, and complimented me on the bike, as he looked at it. “You should soon buy a car now, Jignesh bhai”, he said, “you are rich people now …then sometimes we poor people can get a lift from you”, he chuckled. “Uncle, please don’t call me Jignesh bhai … I feel so odd”, said I, “I am still the same old Jignesh”. “Oh no, you are chhota saheb for us now …. how can I call you by just your name?” Jatin bhai said with all his false pretentious submissiveness, “No, no … I insist on calling you Jignesh bhai”, he concluded.
Hearing the noises, their daughter Jigna, came out, and squealed in genuine pleasure, “Oh, Jignesh bhai has got a new bike!” as she bounded towards them clapping her hands in glee. My face it up in elation as I saw the sexy teenage girl. Jigna was a dark, but very sexy looking girl, with the same big eyes of her mother. Her body had developed beyond her years, and as she jumped in joy and admired the bike, I couldn’t help but look at how hot she looked in the school uniform she was in. Her hair was tied into two braids that lay on either shoulder, and she wore the beige skirt and white shirt of her school uniform, with a dark brown tie. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way her supple, almost fully developed teenage breasts jiggled within the shirt of her uniform as she jumped up and down. She grabbed my hands and pleaded with him. “Oh Jignesh bhai, please take me for a ride on your bike … please, please, please …! Jatin bhai chided him, “Not now dikra, Jignesh bhai must be very tired … you can go with him for a round later”. The girl’s face dropped, and seeing that I said, “It’s OK uncle, I will just take her for one round and come … it’s no trouble at all”. “OK beta” he said, “but come back soon … I will tell Kalpu to make tea for you”. Jigna broke into a big smile, and clapped her hands in glee.
I kick started the bike, and asked Jigna to get on to the seat behind him. As she clambered on to the bike, and swung her leg over the seat, her skirt rode up above her knees. She placed her hands on my shoulder and exclaimed “Let’s go!!” I rode out slowly, but once they were beyond her father’s eyesight, I opened the throttle and accelerated on the empty road. “Yes, yes … faster, faster” Jigna exclaimed, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind, and held me tight. A current ran thru my body as I felt her young budding firm breasts press into my back. She had obviously not started wearing a bra yet, and I could feel my cock stirring again, as I felt the hot young thing behind me pressing her body to me. I let go off one hand from the handle, and taking it behind him, placed it on her bare knee, saying “I hope you are not feeling scared Jigna”. “No, no … not at all …. I like going fast on the bike Jignesh bhai … promise me you will take me for a long ride when pappa is not at home”. “OK baby, I promise”, I replied as I swung the bike into the lane of their house.
I parked the bike, and Jigna ran inside to tell her mother all about the ride. I went inside to see, Kalpana aunty coming out of the kitchen. She had just finished her bath, and had a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She was wearing a sari, and her blouse was wet from the hair, showing the outline of her bra underneath. She looked incredibly arousing. She smiled at me warmly, and placed the tray with tea and snacks on the table in front of us. “Don’t spoil Jigna by taking her out too much on your bike … you must tell her that you will take her out only if she does her homework everyday”, she chided me playfully.
As they sat drinking tea, Jatin bhai kept asking me all about our new found wealth, and what we were planning to do. I answered as vaguely as he could. Jatin bhai started telling me about how badly his business was doing, and how he owed money to many of his scrap suppliers, and was unable to get any more credit. He blamed the influx of new people into the scrap trading business, who were willing to undercut on price just to get more business. He bemoaned the fact that the new traders were backed by co-operative banks who gave them loans, while he himself could not get a loan because he did not have enough money to maintain the minimum bank balance required to avail of a loan.
I sensed where the conversation was heading. “The bastard wants money from me. Alright, let me play along, and see what I can get in return”, I told myself inwardly. “Uncle, how much money does the bank require as deposit for them to give you a loan”, I asked with mock innocence. “Oh beta, they are all cheats … they say we will give you a loan only if you have at least 15,000 rupees in the bank … how can I get that kind of money … you know how little margin I make. And on top of that I need another 5,000 per month to pay the rent of my shop … that greedy landlord has increased the rent from 3,500 to 5,000 now because the others are willing to pay more rent … if I don’t pay him that, he will give the shop to another trader” he bemoaned. Kalpana aunty stood there silently, her head bowed slightly, listening to our conversation. I was silent for a while. I sure had the money. For the last 3 months, the 1 thirty thousand rupees per month had been coming in steadily into my bank account, and I had barely used 5,000 rupees from that. I still had about 85,000 lying in the bank, and next month’s money were also due in a week’s time.
At that moment, the neighbor opposite Jatin bhai’s house called out for him, and said there was a phone call for him. Since Jatin bhai did not have a phone in his house, he used to receive his calls at their neighbor’s house. As Jatin bhai excused himself and hurried out. Kalpana aunty came towards the table to clear the empty tea cups. I saw pain and helplessness written on her face. As she turned and walked towards the kitchen, I couldn’t help but once again gaze with desire at the way her massive buttocks moved within the confines of her sari. Jigna had been sent into the room to do her homework. I got up and followed Kalpana aunty to the kitchen.
As she washed the dirty cups, she gave me a weak smile, and said “My husband is not a scrupulous man, beta … he has borrowed money from so many people, and has not paid them back. That is why no one trusts him any more. Whatever money he gets, he spends most of it playing ‘matka’. And then he likes drinking also, and keeps buying cheap liquor from some bootleggers in the city” she continued. The only way we are able to make ends meet is because of whatever I earn … he is telling you all this now just to get your sympathy and borrow money from you” she stated matter of factly. “But you are a good boy, beta. My advice to you would be to not trust him. He will borrow money from you also, and then waste that also. I don’t want to unnecessary spoil the relation of our family with your father and mother.” I was touched by her honesty and forthrightness.
I quickly made up my mind, and said to her, “Kalpana aunty, you have been so nice to me; this is the least I can do for you. I want to do something for you and your daughter. Here’s what I have in mind. Let me lend him the money he requires to get the bank loan. I will not give him the money personally, but will open an account and deposit it directly into his account. That way he cannot spend the money elsewhere. The only money I will give him in cash is the money he requires to pay his shop’s rent. Once he gets the bank loan, he will not need that also” I concluded. “But what about your money, beta? What if he does not return it? What if your father comes to know?” she resisted. “Oh aunty, why do you worry about all those things? I am doing this for you, aunty. And also, I am going to give this from my money, not my father’s. And I am not expecting it back. If he is able to salvage his business, it will help improve your & Jigna’s life also” I told her with a smile.
She was silent for a while, and twiddled with the pallu of her sari. Then she came towards me, and looked at me with deep emotion in her eyes. She placed her hand on my left arm said, “Jignesh beta, you are very kind. I don’t know what to say. All I can say is that I will do whatever I can to repay you for your kindness”. “Oh you don’t know why I am doing this darling” I thought to myself. Instead, I replied, “Come on aunty, don’t be so formal, after all these years, isn’t it my duty to help you when you need help?” She just smiled, and squeezed my arm. Oh, if only she knew how badly I needed her to squeeze my cock … and not my arm.
At that moment, Jatin bhai came back, and I headed back to the living room. We sat down once again, and I told him that about my plans to help him out. A big smile split his rotund face, and he came towards me and grabbed my arms and tried to hug me, thanking me profusely again and again. He was saying, “Arre Jignesh bhai, see how uparwala has send you to us … how can I ever thank you”. Turning to Kalpana aunty, he said, “Kalpu, from this month onwards, don’t take money from Jignesh bhai for the food. That is the least we can do for him. And do whatever work he needs, and help him in every way you can”. “The bastard”, I thought to myself “using his wife to repay a favor”. Before Kalpana aunty could say anything, I interjected, “No, uncle that is not fair. Let us not mix work with personal things. What I pay for the food, I will continue to pay. I don’t want any debate on that” I said with finality. “OK dikra, as you wish”, conceded Jatin bhai. I took my leave, and stepped out. Kalpana aunty looked at me with deep affection in her eyes as I started my bike, and smiled at me. As the bike roared to life, Jigna came running out and waved me bye. I headed back home.
I finished my work-out at the gym, and reached home at around 8 pm. This was normally the time, Kalpana aunty came home to deliver my dinner. I didn’t change, but continued to do some free weights at home in my gym outfit of a track pant, tight t-shirt, and sneakers. I wanted to show off my physique to Kalpana aunty again when she came, for I thought I had sensed her looking at me earlier in the day. The doorbell rang within a few minutes, and I expectantly opened the door. But it was not Kalpana aunty. Instead, it was her daughter Jigna, with my tiffin box in her hand. I was pleasantly surprised. She smiled at me, and told me she had come to deliver my tiffin. She was still in that school uniform which I found incredibly hot.
As I took it from her hand, she turned to leave. I stopped her and said “Why don’t you come inside Jigna? Let us both have a Thums Up, which I have in the fridge”. She seemed to struggle for a minute, and then brightened up and said “Oh Jignesh bhai, I love cold drinks!” I fetched a bottle of Thums Up. As she drank from it, I noticed she looked a bit low & depressed. I sat next to her, and asked her what the matter was. She was silent for a moment, and then broke into sobs, crying “We are going for a 3-day tour from school, and all my friends are going, but pappa is saying I cannot go. He says we don’t have the money now” she sobbed. “I asked mummy to give me money, but she does not have enough. The fee is 2,000 rupees for the whole trip. Mummy is also saying we are not rich like other people, so I cannot go” she continued. “Oh Jignesh bhai, I want to go … I want to go … next year will be eleventh class, and then my school will be over … this is the last chance I have to go with all my class friends. And when I started crying saying I wanted to go, he slapped me …” she cried, and broke down sobbing with her face buried in her hands.
I got up quickly, and closed the door which was open. I then sat down next to her on the sofa, my thighs touching her thighs, and put my left arm on her shoulders. Her skirt had again ridden up above her knees, and I placed my palms on her bare knee. I rubbed her shoulders gently, and tried to console her. She leant towards me, and continued sobbing with her head resting on my chest just near my shoulder.
As I continued to rub her shoulder and back, I could feel that she was wearing a petticoat (like a slip) under her school shirt. I took my hands off her shoulders, got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her. I took her hands in mine, and pulled her chin up and asked her to stop crying. “Jigna, don’t cry. I am there no? I will speak to your pappa and mummy, and I will give you the money for your picnic. Don’t worry ok … everything will be fine” I consoled her. She finally stopped sobbing, and looked at me hopefully with those big eyes. “Really, Jignesh bhai … will you do that!” she asked incredulously. “But what if pappa & mummy still say no?” she asked despondently. “Don’t you worry, baby … I will handle them” I reassured her. As I spoke, my hands were caressing her bare knee, and I slowly slid my hand a little up to her exposed thighs above the knees. I kept consoling and reassuring her, as my hands felt the bare skin of her knees and thighs.
I didn’t want to scare her off, so I stood up. She too jumped up and flung her hands around me and hugged me, saying “Oh Jignesh bhai, thank you … thank you … thank you so much” she kept saying again and again. Once again, I felt a current go thru me as I felt her hot firm body against mine, and her firm young breasts pressed against my lower chest. Her head reached only up to my chest, and she had pressed her cheeks against my chest and was holding me tight. I continued to caress her back, as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. I took a chance and pressed my crotch into her body, as I continued to hold her tight. After a while, she let go off me, and said “Oh, I need to run home now, or they will start worrying”. “When will you speak to them, Jignesh bhai?” I was thinking about the same thing myself. “I will come to your house after I finish dinner, on the pretext of returning the tiffin box. I will tell them that I wanted to take the bike out for a spin in the night, and thought I might as well drop in and return the empty tiffin box” I replied. She cheered up on my suggestion, and the smile returned to her face. “I will wait for you Jignesh bhai” she called out as she ran home with a spring in her step.
I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty’s house. As I rang the bell, the door was once again opened by Jatin bhai. He was surprised to see me, but before he could say anything I told him I had dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering “Arre Jignesh bhai, you should not have taken the trouble … but we are happy to see you again today … if only you had told us earlier, we could have had the honor of serving you food here in our house …” He put his arms around me, and led me inside, yelling “Kalpu, see who is here …”. He smelt of some cheap booze, and I gathered he had been drinking. Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen, wiping her face with the pallu of her sari, and a smile lit up her face when she saw me. Jatin bhai was in a garrulous mood, and soon he took me aside and told me in a conspiratory tone “If you don’t mind beta, would you like to have a drink with me? I know you are young, and I don’t know if you will drink the desi daaru that I drink, but … “his voice trailed off with a sly smile playing on his lips.
I knew I had him there. Give a drinker a free drink, lend him some money, and you have him in your pocket. I replied in an equally sly manner, “Jatin bhai, I have drunk only whisky which my father gets home from his friends in the military canteen, and also I have drunk quite a few times with my school friends at parties. I would surely like to have a drink with you … In fact I can go home and fetch a bottle of Scotch lying in my dad’s cupboard … but I am not sure what Kalpana aunty will think …” He responded with relief in his voice, and slapping me on my back said “Oh don’t you worry about her …. if you say yes, she will not object. Let me just run and get something to munch with the drinks … you run home and get that bottle” he said almost salivating at the thought of drinking some expensive foreign liquor.
He quickly pulled on his shirt, and went out on his rickety scooter. Kalpana aunty and Jigna came out into the room, wondering what was going on. I explained to Kalpana aunty that I did not want to disappoint her husband, and therefore had agreed to have a drink with me. “Don’t worry aunty; I had a reason to agree to this. I wanted to sit and have a talk with him regarding his business, and also wanted to speak to him about Jigna’s picnic tour from school”. Kalpana aunty looked at Jigna with some anger at having involved me in their problems. Sensing the poor girl’s dilemma, I interjected and said that it is I who had proposed that she go, and I explained to her that I intended to sponsor her trip. Kalpana aunty was silent again for a while, and then said in a small voice, “Beta, you are doing so much for us … how will we ever repay your debt?” I held her hand again, and said in my most convincing voice “Aunty, all I want is you to love me …” and smiled at her in what I imagined conveyed more than just my words.
I went back home, and quickly came back with the bottle of Johnny Walker that my dad had left in his cupboard. I’d figure out a way to replace it before he comes, I thought to myself. Jatin bhai was back by the time I returned to their place. As we drank, I slowly broached the topic of Jigna’s picnic tour, and by the time he was on his second drink, I had convinced him about it. The fat bastard was so full of false gratefulness for me that he all but kissed my hand, when I informed him I’ll pay her tour fees. After he’d finished his fourth drink, he was sufficiently drunk, and was ready to have dinner. I took my leave, and went back home.
I woke up late the next morning. After a breakfast of cornflakes & milk, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I was rinsing the lather off my body, I heard the door-bell ringing insistently. “Who could it be at this time of the day?” I cursed. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed to the door. Peering through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty’s daughter, Jigna at the door. I was caught in two minds for a minute. Should I open the door as is, or should I change and then open. I made up my mind quickly, and tightening my towel around my waist, I opened the door. Jigna was about to say something, when her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, the water droplets dripping of my muscular body, clad only in a bath towel, in front of her. Her voice caught in her throat, and her hand involuntarily went to her mouth. She was in her school uniform, apparently ready to leave for school. “Hi Jigna, how are we this morning?” I greeted her heartily. She gathered herself quickly, as I invited her in. She mumbled something incomprehensible, as she came in tentatively. I closed the door behind her, and turned to her, still smiling. She was having a tough time keeping her eyes off my body. “So what can I do for you, baby? Would you like to have something to drink?” I asked her casually, as I toweled my hair with another towel.
“I … I came to ask if you could …give me the money for the picnic tour fees now …” she said tentatively. “Of course … I almost forgot about it. Just give me a minute.” I responded. As she sat down on the sofa, I went into my room and came back with the cash she needed. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and handed her the money. She took it from my hand, and smiled at me gratefully. “Thank you so much, Jignesh bhai” she said with tenderness, “I don’t know what I can do to repay your kindness …” I just laughed, and taking my chance, put my arms around her shoulders, and told her “Come on baby, you don’t need to thank me … you know how much I like you” I said as I casually placed my other hand on her knee which had become exposed now as her skirt had ridden up. She lowered her head, and seemed to be struggling to say something. A couple of times she opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped herself. “What is it; Jigna … is there something else? Come on, tell me. You don’t have to feel shy with me” I probed, rubbing her knee casually in the process, and sliding my palm up by an inch to feel her thigh as well. “Our teacher told us …. “She paused, “Our teacher told us to carry some pocket money also … incase we wanted to have some snacks, or ice cream … or buy some souvenirs” she continued. I asked pappa & mummy for that, but he refused saying that I should not waste money on all that. And mummy was only able to give me 250 rupees from her savings, because that is all she had. But I ….” Her voice trailed off. “So you need some more money, is it?” I asked her with a smile.
She nodded, those big eyes looking at me with hope. “How much will you need, baby?” I asked her in a quite voice. She hesitated, and then said “My friends are saying they are all taking 500 rupees …” I nodded, and got up. I came back from my room, and without a word, handed her two notes of 500 bucks. Her eyes widened as she saw the money, and she blurted out “But I need only ….” “Shhh … “I interrupted her “Keep this baby. Don’t tell your parents anything about it. I want my dear Jigna to have a good time, and have fun” I told her with a smile on my face. She jumped up from the sofa she was sitting on, and with a cry threw her arms around me “Ohhh Jignesh bhai … you are so nice … you are so nice … thank you … thank you so much …” she exclaimed. I stiffened as I felt her young tight body press against me once again. This time I put my arms around her, and pressed her to me. “You are most welcome, baby … anytime you need anything, just come and ask your Jignesh bhai” I told her as I caressed her back with one hand. My other hand slid down slowly and rested on her well formed buttocks, and I felt them in my arms. She had inherited her mother’s butt alright. Fleshy, round, and well formed. “Her ass is going to grow real big as she grows up” I thought to myself. She stood there with her arms around me; her head resting on my chest, as I gently squeezed her butt, and pulled her to me. I could feel my cock stirring, and I could feel it pressing against her lower belly.
Before I lost control of myself, I pushed her away from me gently, and holding her by her shoulders, told her sweetly “Now you run along and go to school, baby … I also have to get ready and go out now.” She smiled brightly, and said “OK, Jignesh bhai … will you come home to meet us today?” she asked hopefully. I laughed and said, “If you want me to come, I will come baby” “Oh yes, please come … please come … I will wait for you”. As she turned to leave, and opened the door, a sudden thought occurred to me. “Wait a minute, Jigna” She turned, and I asked “For your school tour, are you supposed to wear your school uniform only … or can you wear casual clothes?” “No bhaiya, we don’t have to wear our uniform, we can wear any clothes we like. Why?” she asked back. “So what clothes do you plan to take Jigna?” I queried further. “I don’t know … I haven’t thought about it … I only have Punjabi dresses, so I will take that only” she responded. I drew back my lips and made a thoughtful face “Hmmm … do all your friends also wear Punjabi dresses only?” I asked. “No, the other girls are from richer families, so they wear jeans and t-shirts and skirts and tops …. “ she responded “But I don’t have any of those clothes” she concluded, her face falling. “OK, why don’t we do something, baby … why don’t you come back a little early from school today, and I will take you shopping … we will buy some new clothes for you. How does that sound?” I asked with a smile.
Her eyes widened, and her face broke into a huge smile. She clasped her hands together and said excitedly “Really Jignesh bhai … “ But then her face dropped and she said in a dull voice “But my parents will never allow that.” “Don’t you worry about that baby” I assured her “Your dad will never come to know about it … and I will convince your mom” On hearing this, she clapped her hands in joy, and jumped up and down like a little girl. Once again, she threw her arms around me and said “Oh thank you Jignesh bhai … thank you … thank you”. Since the door was open, I pushed her away quickly, and patting her cheek, told her “Now you go, and come back early by about 1:30 in the afternoon. By that time I would have spoken to your mom, and we will be able to go and finish shopping before your mom comes back. She trotted off gaily, waving her bye to me. “Jignesh, you devious bastard …” I thought to myself, as I closed the door behind her. After Jigna left, I called up a friend of my dad’s who ran a boutique garment store for women in the city. He was naturally thrilled to receive my call. The news of our family’s windfall was by now known to most of our friends. I explained to him that I would be coming to his shop with the daughter of one of our family friends, and that I intended to buy some clothes of significant value. I also added that I would be over the next week or so bringing more customers to his shop. “Of course beta, I will be more than happy to be of service to you. I won’t be at the shop, but I will make sure my staff attends to your needs well” he replied effusively. I hung up after fixing up an appointment for 3 o’clock
at his store.
At noon, Kalpana aunty rang the bell, as was the routine to deliver my lunch. By then I had changed into my slacks & t-shirt. I opened the door and greeted her warmly. She smiled, and came in. She went into the kitchen to serve the food for me. I followed her, and said “Oh don’t bother about that aunty, I will manage on my own.” “No beta, at least allow me to do something for you. You have been so kind to us …” she replied with a smile. My eyes watched her as she transferred the contents of the tiffin box into various plates & bowls. She had tied the pallu of her sari around her waist, and from where I stood, I could see the bottom half of her heavy breasts in the blouse. My cock stirred as I admired her huge butt, encased tightly in her sari.
As she lifted her hand to wipe her brow with the sleeve of her blouse, I got a glimpse of her whole right breast in the blouse. They were big, and because of her broad structure, spread broad over her chest as well. As she wiped her brow, I also noted that her blouse was torn at the armpit, and the cloth was soaked with sweat. I made a mental note of that. She served me the food, and sat watching me with a smile on her face, her face resting on her hands. We chatted casually as I ate. Once In finished, she cleared the plates, and even washed them, in spite of my protests.
As she came back to the living room, wiping her hands on her pallu, I said “Aunty, can you sit for a while … there is something I want to discuss with you.” “Of course beta” she said promptly and sat down on the sofa. I went and sat next to her, as close as I could, with my thighs touching her thighs. I took her hand in hers, and caressing the top of her palms, I told her about my plan to buy some clothes for Jigna to wear for her tour. She listened as I spoke, and was quite for some time after I finished. “Beta, I don’t know what to say. You have already done so much for us … and now this. I don’t know whether I can bear the weight of your generosity. And I don’t want to spoil Jigna by pampering her too much …” she said. I got off the sofa, and knelt down on the floor in front of her.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I said “Aunty, please don’t talk this way. You make me fee like I am ‘paraya’, and not one of you.” Seeing the expression on my face, she smiled weakly, and placing her palm on my cheeks, said “OK beta, as you wish. Just don’t tell Jatin about this … I don’t know how he will react.” I smiled, and stood up. She too got up to leave. I saw her to the door and closed the door behind her.
As I had told, Jigna landed up at my door just before half past two. I was ready. We left for the city on my bike. Once again, she put her arms around my waist, and held on to me, and I enjoyed the feel of her young firm breasts pressing against my bike. We reached the store, and I was glad to step into the air-conditioned environment after the heat outside. As I introduced myself, the store manager leapt up from his chair, and shook hands with me vigorously. “Naresh sir told me you would be coming, sir” he said effusively, still shaking my hands. Jigna was looking around the store in awe. Being a high-end boutique store, it was every girl’s dream come true, with everything from apparel, to footwear, to lingerie, swimwear, and accessories. Being afternoon, there were sparsely any customers. The store manager led me to the first floor, where a sales girl was waiting obediently. Turning to me, he said “Sir, this is Sapna. She will assist you in selecting whatever you need for this young lady here”.
The girl stepped forward with a smile, and said “Hello, sir”. I stretched my hand out and shook hands with her, looking into her eyes with a smile. She was attractive alright. She seemed about 21 or 22. She was dark by any standards, but had very attractive features. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, as was the norm for sales girls. She was dressed in a uniform of sorts comprising of a plain white shirt and a pair of black ladies trousers. She was of medium height, and through her loose shirt, I could see she had a pair of decent tits. The store manager departed saying “If you need any help, just call me, sir. If you don’t mind, I need to go down to tend to some work”. I nodded my assent, and he left.
Jigna had already wandered off, and was looking around the store wide-eyed, and biting her nails, enthralled at the sight of the stuff on display in the store. The sales girl stood looking at me expectantly. Pulling out my wallet, I walked up to her, and with a smile, spoke in a hushed voice. “See I don’t have any experience in buying things for girls, so I need your help. I want you to pick some stuff that makes her look really sexy” I said looking into her eyes, with a smile, and followed it up with a conspiratory wink for effect. I extracted a 500 rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. “This is for you, Sapna … make her happy, and I will be happy.” I could see her eyes light up when she saw the money. Sliding it quickly inside the pocket of her trousers, she nodded her enthusiastically, saying “I understood you, sir … I won’t disappoint you.” I called out to Jigna, who came hurrying to me. “OK Sapna, I want you to pick a few pairs of well fitting jeans for her.” The girl got to work immediately, and took Jigna’s waist measurement, which turned out to be 26. She led us to a rack of Lee Cooper jeans, which were the latest to hit the market, and pulled out a couple and showed them to Jigna.
Jigna ran her fingers through the denim appreciatively, and nodded her head with a big smile, indicating she liked them. She turned around the jeans, and gasped when she saw the price tag on one. None of them were less than 1800 rupees. I put my hands on her shoulder, and said “Listen baby, I don’t want you to look at the price OK? Just pick whatever you like.” She nodded her head silently. The sales girl gave her one pair, and asked her to try it on. She led her to the trial room, as I waited outside. The girl excused herself for a minute, and went to another chamber at one corner of the shop. After a minute, I heard Jigna call out from the trial room “Jignesh bhai, can you come here one minute please?” I went up to the trial room, and my heart missed a beat when I saw the sight she presented.
She had put on the jeans alright, but since she was wearing a petticoat under her school uniform shirt & skirt, she hand pulled up the petticoat, and was holding it bunched together along with the tail of her shirt, at her waist. “How does it look, Jignesh bhai … is the fit good?” she asked me innocently. The jeans fit her beautifully, accentuating her sexy butt. “She sure has a great ass” I thought to myself. I walked up to her, and looked at her appreciatively. “It fits you on your thighs very well Jigna, but I am not able to make out how it fits you on your hips. Why don’t you do one thing? Take off your petticoat, and just wear the jeans with your shirt … then we will be able to see the fit better …” I told her. She bobbed her head again, and closed the door of the trial room again.
As I sauntered back to the main area, I saw the sales girl Sapna waiting for me. But there was a transformation to her now. She was looking visibly freshened up, and her hair also had been tidied up. As I walked up to her, I could smell the fresh fragrance of some spicy perfume. But what caught my attention was the fact that she had now left the top two buttons of her uniform shirt open, showing a hint of her cleavage, and all of her neck. “Aah, the bitch is trying to seduce me …” I grinned to myself inwardly. I walked up to her with my hands tied behind my back, and when I was next to her, I bent forward and said softly with a smile “You look great, Ms. Sapna” She almost blushed, and her hand instinctively went up to tuck inside an stray strand of hair, as she replied “Oh, thank you sir.” I just smiled back at her.
Jigna called out to me again from the trial room, and I went back. What I saw made my cock stiffen up instantly. The sexy teenager, had removed her slip, and was now standing looking at me expectantly in the jeans and only her white shirt. She had a wide smile on her face as she asked me “Now how does it look Jignesh bhai?” I nodded my head slowly; putting on a scrutinizing look on my face, as I consciously looked at her jeans and not her torso.
The shirt was covering her waist completely, and as I came closer to her, I saw her bare perky tits protruding through the thin fabric of her white shirt. Since the light in the trial room above the mirror was behind her, I could see the silhouette of her body thru the thin shirt. I swore I could see the dark tips of her delicious breasts, and her nipples protruding through the shirt. I dragged my eyes away from her chest, and tried to focus on her jeans. I asked her to turn around. “Just lift up your shirt a little bit, Jigna … I want to see how it fits you on your waist” I instructed her. She did that without any hesitation, and I noted that her sexy round butt filled out the jeans well. Her twin butt cheeks were looking eminently squeezable in the tight jeans.
Once again I asked her to turn around towards me, and on the pretext of inspecting the fit, I placed my hands on the exposed part of her waist which was showing as she was holding the shirt up. Her soft skin was hot to touch. I casually lifted the end of the shirt higher near her belly, on the pretext of inspecting, and was greeted with the sight of her sexy belly and belly button, with just the hint of some hair trailing down into the ‘V’ of her crotch. I stepped back, and looking at her said “This looks great, baby … let’s take this.” She clapped her hands in joy and exclaimed “Oh great … I also loved this.” Putting my hands on my hips, I said to her “Jigna, just stand up straight, and pose for me … I want to see how good you look.” “How bhaiya?” she asked me naively. “Oh, just put your hands on your hips, throw your shoulders back, and jut your hips out to one side” I said, demonstrating how it was to be done. She did that immediately.
As she placed her hands on her hips, swung her hip provocatively to one side, and threw back her shoulders, I could see her firm perky tits straining against the thin shirt. My cock was beginning to get really uncomfortable inside my pants now. “Like this, bhaiya?” she asked me expectantly. “Umm … perfect. Now do one more thing dear. Push your shirt collar back and open the top button of your shirt” I said conversationally, all the while looking at her body in a most professional manner. She hesitated for a moment, and then immediately obeyed me. As she opened the top button of her shirt, pushed the collar back, and posed for me again with her hands on her hips; I almost wanted to grab her and take her there & then in the trial room. Her breasts were incredibly firm, as the stood out straight, and strained against her shirt. With great difficulty, I pulled my eyes off her and said, “Ok, that’s great … now let’s go pick a few more”.
As I came back to the main display area, the sales girl said to me “Sir, no other customer will be allowed here, so you can tell baby ji to come out and show you her dresses, if you like. You can sit her comfortably in the sofa here.” That was cool with me, so I asked Jigna to come out. As Jigna walked wearing the jeans and the shirt, the sales girl immediately noticed her bra-less breasts jiggling free under her shirt. She turned to look at me with a question in her eyes. I let a brief smile flicker on my face and winked at her. She smiled back and nodded her head, seemingly to say that she understood. The sales girl helped Jigna select two more jeans, and finally she had selected a total of 3 pairs.
Next I wanted to pick some tops or t-shirts for her to go with the jeans. Again the girl selected a few tight round-neck t-shirts, some polo neck t-shirts, and some spaghetti strap tight tops for Jigna. She knew what I was looking for, and I smiled my approval at her as she handed over the clothes for Jigna to take into the trial room. As Jigna left, she came up to me and said “Sir, to wear these tops, I think baby ji should wear a bra. Otherwise …” and her voice trailed off. I nodded my head in understanding, and told her with a smile, “You tell her that, but first let me see how she looks as is with just the top.” Again she blushed, but this time returned my naughty smile with a flirtatious one of her own. As I settled down comfortably on the sofa, I patted the seat on my side and beckoned her to come. She came and sat down at my side with a smile, albeit at a respectable distance.
Soon Jigna came out, and seeing her now, I knew this chick had potential. She looked incredibly sexy, in the tight figure hugging three-quarter length blue jeans, and a tight round neck white t-shirt (with a teddy bear on the chest) that left a inch of bare flesh exposed at her belly. As she posed in front of me with the same expectant look in her eyes, I couldn’t help but look at the way her breasts looked in the tight top. The tightness of the t-shirt gave a nice shape to her perky breasts, and I could see her perky nipples poking thru the thin fabric. “You look sexy, Jigna” I commented, much to her joy.
As she hopped back to the changing room, I nodded at Sapna, who immediately followed her. Soon she re-appeared, and went to a section where lingerie and undergarments were on display. She picked up a couple of colored t-shirt bras, as well as white & black ones, and came up to me to show them to me for approval. I nodded, and she disappeared into the passage of the trial room to hand them over to Jigna. Soon Jigna appeared again, this time sporting a different polo-neck t-shirt, and there was a wide grin on her face. She beckoned to me excitedly, and when I walked up to her, she whispered excitedly in my ears “You know Jignesh bhai, that didi has given me a bra to wear … this is the first time I am wearing a bra … it feels really nice … how does it look?” “It looks fantastic, dear” I told her. The sales girl Sapna stood at a distance watching us with an amused look on her face.
Once we had finished with her clothes, I called the sales girl aside, and told her to pick some sexy matching lingerie (bra & panties) for Jigna. She picked quite a few really sexy pairs, the ones with a wire-support at the base, and of the satin-cum-lace material, and in various colors like red, blue, black, lavender etc. That’s when I realized that Jigna needed a 32-B sized bra. The erection I had was beginning to subside now, when I heard Jigna call out to me from the trial room again. When I walked up to the room and opened the door, I was presented with yet another dick-raising sight. There is no sight sexier that a girl posing for you, clad in a pair of great jeans and a black bra. That’s what Jigna wanted to show me. She seemed a little shy, and held her hands rigidly by her side as she asked me haltingly “Jignesh bhai, I just wanted to hear from you whether these bras which didi has given me … suit me?” “Suit you! Baby, they are awesome! You don’t know how sexy you look in these” I responded enthusiastically. Her face lit up again when she heard that, and she posed excitedly for me with her hands on her hips.
She looked every young man’s dream now … a teenage bitch posing in a bra. I reached out to her on the pretext of adjusting the strap on her shoulder, and felt her bare skin. My hands trembled slightly as I touched her, and I brushed my fore-arm on the swell of her breasts. Her perky tits felt incredibly firm to my touch, but she hardly realized what I was doing. Still fidgeting with her strap, I said “You know baby, I want to buy you a bikini too … incase you go to some place where there is a beach, you could wear one, you know …” I said hopefully. “Oh no, bhaiya” she responded “We will be going to a beach, but how can I wear a bikini …” she said shyly. “But I would still like to have one …” she added quickly. I grinned inwardly when I heard that.
I quickly gave instructions to Sapna, who returned with a sexy two-piece bikini. I left Jigna alone to wear it. Once she was done, I returned to have a look. This time, it was even better than ever. Imagine a sexy young dusky 16-year old teenage girl, with a body just beginning to blossom, in a two-piece black bikini with red polka dots. And to add to the sexiness, this was the type that had just strings to tie the bikini-top around the neck & back, and strings tying the bikini bottom around the waist. For once Jigna was distinctly shy, as she stood in front of me fidgeting with her hands. My cock was ready to burst out of its pants now. She looked ravishing enough to eat. The bikini-bra barely covered her mounds, and showed a fair bit of the flesh of her perky tits. The bikini-panty was even skimpy, just about covering the mound of her pussy & ass, with just the thin strings tied on either side of her hips.
I asked her to turn around, and as she did, I feasted my eyes on her bare back with just the string tied in a knot at her back, and her incredibly sexy rounded fleshy butt. Since her back was towards me, she was looking at the expression on my face in the mirror in front of her. I smiled at her in the mirror and walking up close to her, decided to take a chance. I put my arms around her from behind, and hugged her from behind with my arms pressed on her belly. I rested my chin on her shoulders; pressing my crotch into her butt, I whispered into her ears, “Jigna, you know you are the sexiest girl I have ever seen”. Before she could say anything, I planted a quick kiss on her shoulder, and disengaged. She turned around and looked at me with a shy smile. Seeing her comfortable, I reached out and gently touched the skin below her neck, and ran my fingers down till I could feel the firm flesh of the upper portion of her breasts. She shivered at my touch, but didn’t do anything to stop me.
I decided enough was enough for today, and told her that we could leave if she was done. As she was changing back into her school uniform clothes, we picked up some footwear for Jigna, and also some accessories like belts, purses etc. When we were through, I went back to Sapna, the sales girl, and pressed another 500 rupee note into her hand. “This is also for you, Sapna. Thank you very much for your help.” She smiled gratefully as she took the money from me, and responded with a bow of her head and a smile “It was my pleasure, sir.”
As I was settling the bill in cash at the counter, the sales girl stood by with the bags in her hand. The store manager once again thanked me effusively for coming to his store, and said he hoped it was a pleasant experience. I said it was indeed a pleasant experience, and that it was thanks to Sapna for making it one. The girl’s face beamed in pride when I praised her in front of her manager. When the cashier returned the change to me, which was some 650-odd bucks, I slid the money across the counter to where Sapna was standing, and said to her, “This is for you, Ms. Sapna … for your excellent service.” Her eyes widened in surprise at being tipped yet again, and she managed to blurt out “Oh, than you sir … thank you very much.”
I walked out with Jigna before her or the sales manager could say anything. On our way back home, Jigna hugged me even tighter than before, this time resting her head on my shoulder. I responded in kind by caressing her knees. When we reached home, seeing the number of bags in our hand, Kalpana aunty clutched her mouth in shock and exclaimed “Oh beta, how many clothes have you bought for this silly girl … you will spoil her this way …” I replied “Relax aunty … trust me.” She prepared tea, and after drinking that, I said I would go home and come back with the money for Jatin bhai. I was back in a jiffy, and within an hour’s time Jatin bhai was home. He was mighty happy to see me. As Kalpana aunty served him tea, I slid the envelope in which I had put the money, across the table to him. He picked it up, and after glancing at the contents inside, he jumped up from his chair, and coming over to me pumped my hand gratefully, saying thanks over & over again. Kalpana aunty just looked at me with a grateful look in her eyes. As he went into his room to keep the money in his locker, Kalpana aunty requested me to stay back for dinner. I naturally agreed.
Kalpana aunty and Jigna served dinner. While eating, Jatin bhai suggested that I sleep over at their place that night. My heart leapt at the thought, but I kept myself sufficiently aloof, and pretended to be unsure about the idea. Seeing my reluctance, Kalpana aunty also intervened, and requested that I sleep over at their place. “We don’t have an AC in the house like yours Jignesh bhai, but we will be very happy if you sleep over here today”, she said sweetly. Jigna also chimed in saying “Please stay back … please … please … please …” I laughed, and said “OK, if all of you are insisting so much, I will”.
Upon my agreeing, mother & daughter got busy in readying the bedroom for me to sleep in. The house had two bedrooms, one occupied by Jatin bhai & Kalpana aunty, and the other shared by Dharmesh (who was now staying with his aunt) and Jigna. They insisted on me sleeping in the main bedroom, while they would adjust between the other bedroom and the living room. But I was adamant on not disturbing their daily routine, and put my foot down and said that I would sleep in the other bedroom on their son’s bed. I kept my fingers crossed hoping the two of them would not have any concerns about me sleeping in the same room as their teenage daughter. Thankfully, they didn’t, and I felt my cock stir thinking of the opportunities this could potentially lead to.
Since I had not carried any night clothes, Kalpana aunty gave me one her husband’s lungis, and modestly said “I hope you don’t mind this, beta … I don’t have any other clothes to offer you.” I dismissed her reluctance, and changed into the lungi and my vest. Jatin bhai staggered to the bedroom, and called Kalpana aunty to join him. She said she would join him after finishing washing the dishes, even Jigna went into the bedroom to sleep. I kept Kalpana aunty company in the kitchen, as she washed the vessels, while I generally chatted up with her, and took every opportunity to look at her heavy body in as much detail as I could through her sari.
On finishing her work, she wished me good night, and headed to their bedroom. I noted that she closed the door. I entered the other bedroom, and saw that Jigna was in one of the beds, and seemed fast asleep. She had a sheet covering herself, and so I could not see anything of her body. I switched off the light and lay down on the other bed across the room, which used to be her brother’s. My cock had been straining to get out of my undies all the day long, and with the intent of giving it some room, I took off my undies before lying down. It crossed my mind that the lungi might come off in the night, and I might be seen in an awkward position if anyone in the house woke up in the morning before I did. But then, I also wanted to see how far I could go with the women in this house.
With a sigh, I slid my hand inside the lungi and slowly started stroking my rigid cock. I desperately wanted to ejaculate and had removed my handkerchief from my jeans precisely for that reason. There was some light filtering into the room, from the streetlights outside the window, and also from the cracks of the adjacent bedroom where Jatin bhai & aunty were. I glanced towards the sleeping form of Jigna, and slowly proceeded to stroke my cock to full hardness. After a while, my thoughts were broken by a whisper. “Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, are you awake?” it was Jigna whispering to me from her bed. I whispered back “Yes, Jigna”. I could sense her thinking of what to say next.
I rose from my bed and went across to hers. I sat down beside her, and saw that she was lying on her side facing me. “What happened, Jigna?” I asked her in a whisper. Her sheet had slid down to her belly, and I saw in the dim light that she was in her petticoat (the slip) which she had worn under her school uniform. Perhaps this was what she slept in every night. It was a cheap white cotton petticoat, which was like a slip, sleeveless of course, and with buttons at the back. It reached above her knees, midway between her thighs and her hips. In the position she lay, I could see the outline of her firm perky breasts pressing through the material of her petticoat. My heart was racing, as I realized how dangerous a position I was in if either of her parents were to wake up and come into the room. I placed my palm on her arms, and whispered hoarsely, “Tell me, Jigna”. Her skin felt hot to my touch, and I could almost feel the heat radiating from her body. My instinct told me that she wanted me, and badly at that. My cock was fully erect now, and I was afraid it might scare her off.
But the way I was sitting, and with the darkness in the room, it was unlikely she could see my shaft sticking up thru the lungi. “Jignesh bhai, I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me. I am so …” her whispering voice trailed off. I squeezed her bare arm, and she responded by snuggling up closer to my thighs. She took my other hand in hers, and kissed it, and then held my hand tucked below her chin touching her neck. “Oh boy, this babe is falling for me …” I thought to myself. “Jigna, my dear … do you know that Jignesh bhai has always liked you very much … and … and …” I paused in between, unsure of whether to say what I wanted to say “ I find you very very sexy” I whispered to her. “Really, Jignesh bhai?” she whispered back. I was caressing her bare arm, and slowly slid my arm to her back, and began to rub her back gently, my palms sliding over the buttons at the back of her petticoat. I could feel her body respond to my touches, as she pressed her face closer to my hand which she was holding pressed against her neck.
My heart was hammering with the fear of being discovered, and my rigid cock was quivering under the lungi. “Yes, Jigna … you are really sexy … and I find myself very attracted to you” I repeated to her. Her breathing was getting faster, and she squirmed a bit on the bed, squeezing her thighs together. “You are lying Jignesh bhai …” she breathed out “… you are saying that only to make me happy” she whispered with a pout on her face. “I know I am not sexy … you have many other girl friends like Sushma didi and Neelam didi who are really so sexy …” she continued. “Oh man” I groaned inwardly, “this hot little thing has been keeping tabs on who visits my house.” She was talking about two girls from my school who used to visit me often. I’d had my share of fun with them, but that’s another story.
I decided it was time to strike when the iron was hot. With another scared glance at the closed door of the other bedroom (where the lights were still on), I took her hand in mine, and placed it on my rigid boner which was now towering through my lungi. “Now do you believe me Jigna … see what you have done to me” I said softly to her. I felt a shudder pass through her body, as I wrapped her small hands around my cock through the lungi, and squeezed them. A small gasp escaped her, as she stiffened. “Now do you believe me, baby?” I repeated softly. She let out a hoarse whisper “Yes, Jignesh bhai, I …” and her voice trailed off once again.
That was all the assurance I needed … and I started to rub her back with a little more pressure with my left hand, feeling the fabric of her petticoat, while my right hand started caressing her cheeks and neck with the back of my palm. She did not let go off my cock thru my lungi, and continued to hold it with her hands exactly the way I had made her to. I grew bolder and started to unbutton her petticoat from behind, and within a few moments had opened all the buttons at the back of her petticoat. She made no attempt to stop me. Seeing her willingness, I slid my hand inside her petticoat, and touched the hot skin of her back. Her body shivered at my touch, and she tightened the grip on my cock, albeit thru my lungi.
Her petticoat was now fully opened from the back, and her back was bare from the nape of her neck up to her waist. I could also see her white panties through the opening of her petticoat at her back. In the position she was lying in, sideways facing me, it was difficult for me to feel her breasts by inserting my hands inside her petticoat from behind. Sensing my difficult, she slid my other hand (which she had been holding against her neck) down to her chest, so that my palm was now resting against her firm supple breasts, thru her petticoat. She turned and lay on her back now, with her breasts jutting upwards thru her cotton slip.
I cupped her small yet firm breasts with my palm and squeezed them gently. Her nipples had become erect by now, and were showing thru the thin cotton of her petticoat. She responded by clutching at my cock harder. “Do you want to see Jignesh bhai’s thing, baby?” I muttered in a hoarse whisper. A soft moan escaped her lips, which I presumed was a yes from her. I parted my lungi, and bared my stiff cock. She gasped when she saw my rigid boner. I had a reasonably big cock, which swelled to about 7” when fully erect. But more importantly, my cock was thicker than average. “Have you seen this before, Jigna” I asked her softly. “Yes bhai, I have seen ….” she seemed to be grappling with words “… my pappa’s one, whenever he and mummy go to the bedroom to do sex.” “You mean you have seen your folks having sex, baby!!!” I asked incredulously.
“This girl knows more than I thought”, I thought to myself. She’s been getting her sex education lessons watching her parents screw. “Jignesh bhai, see the lights are still on in their room … that means they are doing it now” she whispered to me again. “Come let me show you” saying that she got up quickly on moved silently to the other bedroom’s door. As I followed her, I saw how erotic she looked in the white slip, with all the buttons at the back opened … her back bare. She stopped and knelt at her parents’ bedroom door, and pointed to me the numerous cracks on the door, through which light was seeping through. She peeped through one of the cracks, quickly withdrew, and then beckoned me to have a look. I knelt by her side and put my eye to one of the cracks in the door.
The scene that met my eyes inside nearly made me cum at that very moment.
The lights were on, and Kalpana aunty was sitting on the bed in just her dark green blouse and petticoat. Jatin bhai lay like a slobbering king on the bed, while Kalpana aunty sat by his side. She was caressing his chest, as they talked. Kalpana aunty was sitting facing the closed the door and I could see how big her breasts were. Though short, she was a broad woman, and consequently her big breasts too seemed to be spread wider on her chest. They were stretched tight in the confines of her blouse, and yet seemed really big. Jatin bhai was absent mindedly fondling her breasts through her blouse, as they went about talking. Soon he slid her hand, which had been caressing his chest, towards his huge pot belly, to the area below thru his lungi. As he parted his lungi, his erect cock came into view. It was a small one by the standards of his bulk, and definitely too small to fill a wide hipped woman like Kalpana aunty. Kalpana aunty took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it up and down with a practiced motion.
He soon muttered something to her, and in response she let go off his cock, and started to open the hooks of her blouse. She got up for a minute, and took off her blouse completely. The sight of her in her petticoat and bra was a feast for my eyes. Then she went back and sat down by his side, again the facing the closed door. Her breasts seemed even bigger, and were straining to get free of the tight confines of the black bra she wore underneath. She then reached behind and unhooked her bra, and with a swift motion pulled it off her ample breasts. And there, bared for her husband, were the breasts of my beloved Kalpana aunty, which I had been thirsting to see for so long.
My cock jerked spontaneously at the sight, and I felt Jigna move by my side. In my excitement, I had almost forgotten she was there next to me. It was an incredible situation. The wife sitting on the bed, in just her petticoat, baring her large heavy breasts, by the side of her husband who was lying prone on his back, his cock sticking out … while I was stooping forward to peep through one of the cracks on their bedroom door, their teenage daughter sitting in front of me, all the buttons at her back open, peeping through another crack in the daughter. My cock gave another involuntary twitch as I realized how hugely erotic the position was. Kalpana ben now started to stroke her husband’s rigid (but small) cock, while her husband squeezed and fondled her big heavy breasts. Her breasts were large, in line with the rest of her body. They were round and full, and rested heavily on her belly with the amount of sag that was natural for her age. Her dark brown nipples and areolas were at attention, as they succumbed to the ministrations of Jatin bhai.
As I glanced at Jigna, I saw that she was squeezing her thighs together watching the scene inside. With a soft groan, I wrapped my hands around her torso from behind, and cupped her firm supple breasts through her slip. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she arched her back to push more of her breasts into my cupped palms. I couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing her on her bare back, which was exposed thanks to my having opened all the buttons of her petticoat. As Kalpana aunty stroked Jatin bhai’s cock slowly, he grunted something to her, which made her lean forward towards him, dangling her heavy breasts closer to his now almost fully rigid cock. As she leant forward, she rubbed his hard cock against her heavy breasts and nipples. As she did that, I took off my arms from around Jigna, and instead slid them inside her petticoat, through the opening made by the buttons at the back.
Once again I slid my hands inside her petticoat, and cupped her bare budding breasts with both his hands. I loved the feel of her firm supple breasts in my palms, and her hard nipples were almost burning into my palm. I squeezed her tits gently, and I noticed that she was breathing so heavy now; I thought she would have her orgasm soon. I pressed my hardness against her plump butt, and ground my hips to roll my rigid cock on her fleshy buttocks.
In the meantime, inside, on another grunt from Jatin bhai, Kalpana aunty moved her face closer to his cock, and promptly took it inside her mouth. Expertly, she fingered his swollen balls, as she moved her head up and down … sucking on his rigid cock. Her heavy breasts dangled free as she moved her head to take him deeper inside her mouth. Jatin bhai was beginning to grunt more frequently now, raising his hips off the bed, and pushing Kalpana aunties’ mouth onto his cock, pulling her head down by her hair. She increased her tempo with a practiced motion of her mouth, and soon they heard Jatin bhai almost yelling out aloud that he was about to come.
His heavy slob of a body shook and shuddered as he came, ejaculating into Kalpana aunties’ mouth who continued to suck on him even as he came. I am not sure if she liked doing that, or she was forced to do that since Jatin bhai had held her by the hair on her head, and kept her mouth pressed on his cock. The come dribbled down the corners of her mouth, and she quickly rose up holding her mouth, and dripped down on to her breasts. She began to rise from the bed, which could be only to go to the toilet to rinse her mouth.
That was perhaps the clue for Jigna, and she grabbed my hand and quickly rushed back to her bedroom, pulling me along with her. We went back to our respective beds and lay down quietly, lest they come into the room to check on us. We were in the nick of time. Soon I heard their door open, and someone rinsing the mouth in the basin the bathroom. That had to be Kalpana aunty. It was followed by the heavy footsteps of Jatin bhai staggering to bathroom, and pissing noisily into the pot. I heard the flush of the toilet, and then the sound of the light being switched off. Then there was silence. Only the light from the streetlamps outside filtered into the room. As I lay back, I felt my hard cock twitch. I was aching to cum now.
After waiting for a few more minutes, I got up and crept to the other side of the room, where Jigna’s bed was. In the light seeping in from the street lamps, I could see her lying on her side, with the sheet pulled up to her chin. As I neared her bed, she shifted to make place for me on the bed. I sat down on the bed beside her lying form, and placed my hand on her arms. I could see her looking at me with wide-eyed desire, and her body heaving with her shallow breathing. I pulled down the sheet up to her waist, and rubbed her bare arm. She responded by moaning in a soft whisper, “Jignesh bhai …” I bent down towards her, and whispered in her ear. “Jigna, can I kiss you …” She responded with a “Yes …” and pulled my face to hers. As my lips met hers, I felt her shiver. I placed my left hand on her back, and started caressing her bare back where the buttons of the petticoat were still open; and cupping her face with my right hand, I began to kiss her passionately.
She was probably being kissed for the first time, and did not know how to do it. I sucked on her lips to begin with, and wet her lips with my tongue. As her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and tangled her tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and clung to me for dear life as I french-kissed her deep. Gradually, she got the hang of it, and kissed me back. My left hand slid down her back, and cupped her panty-clad buttocks. Jigna’s structure was bottom-heavy like her mother’s.
She had wide hips, fleshy rounded butt, and heavy thighs. I pulled off the sheet completely as I continued to kiss her, and moved my hand to caress her thighs. I slid it up the hem of her petticoat and felt the smooth skin of her thighs. My other hand which had been holding her face till now, slipped down and cupped her breasts straining against her petticoat. Her breasts were incredibly firm. In fact, they felt muscular! I pulled my mouth off her lips, and moved to her neck. As I ran my tongue along her neck, she let out a soft moan and clutched my hair. I raised my head, and started to pull her open petticoat off her shoulders. She co-operated by letting her arms fall at her sides, allowing me to slide it off her arms as well.
With her petticoat off her torso, pulled down to her waist, I was for the first time, presented with the sight of her beautifully firm tits. Since, she was still lying partly on her side facing me, her twin peaks pressed against each other creating a beautiful crevice in between. With a groan, I pushed her on to her back. As she lay on her back, I pushed her arms above her head to get unrestricted access to her tits. As I gazed at her ripe firm tits jutting out of her chest, I felt my cock begin to ooze pre-cum. She lay with her arms above her head, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving, and her eyes gazing at me intently, expectantly. I looked back into her eyes, and bringing both hands to her firm breasts, cupped them. I began to rhythmically squeeze them with both hands, occasionally running my finger across her small erect nipples. She squeezed her thighs together, and squirmed on the bed.
With a sigh, I bent forward again, and flicked my tongue across her left nipple. She shuddered in spite of herself, and clutched my hair. I continued to wet her nipples with gently flicks of my tongue, and then finally opened my mouth and sucked in her left breast into my mouth. My mouth clamped down on her hard breasts, and I began to suck on it in earnest, rolling my tongue across her nipple in the process. She was going crazy. She moaned audibly, and her hands grabbed my back and pressed my body to her. I shifted my attention now to her right breast and repeated the process.
After a few minutes of that, I lifted myself up, and sat down on her bed with my back to the wall, and my legs stretched out. I pulled her into my lap, and cradling her head in my arms, once again kissed her lips. Again, I slid my face down and began sucking on her breasts, holding her torso cradled in my left arm. My right arm, which was free, slid down to her thighs and began to pull up her petticoat. My fingers caressed the soft hot skin on the insides of her thighs, and slowly slid up till my palm was resting on the mound of her pussy over her panties. As I rubbed her mound gently thru her panties, she shuddered again and bending her legs at her knees, lifted up her hips to press her crotch harder into my palm.
My fingers found the slit of her pussy through her panty, and as I rubbed there, I realized she was wet, and so was the panty. I hooked my fingers in the elastic of her waistband, and started to pull it down. She responded by raising her hips off the bed, and helping me slide it off her butt. Once her panty was off, she lay there across my lap, her torso cradled in my left hand, and her legs bent at her knees, with her thighs pressed tight together. I parted her thighs with my right hand, and placed my hand on her wet pussy. She had a bit of soft hair on her pussy lips, and as I pressed my palm on the mound, I could feel the heat radiating from her wet pussy. As I looked down on her, it was a sight to behold.
This sexy ***EDITED***-year old teenager lay in my arm, with her head thrown back, her pert tits jutting out invitingly, and her thighs parted to allow the ministrations of my fingers on her pussy. I slowly slid my middle finger into the slit of her wet pussy, and felt my fingers get coated with her slick juices. As my finger touched her slit, she shuddered uncontrollably again and clamped her thighs together on my hand. I continued to prise open the lips of her cunt, and began to gently rub the slit, occasionally sliding it a little inside the opening of her cunt. As I fingered her pussy, I would also rub her clit on the upper opening of her pussy. My cock, which was throbbing uncontrollably now, was rubbing against but bare thighs, and as she began to buck her hips uncontrollably, she was pressing her thighs on my cock as well. As I continued to finger her wet pussy, I asked her hoarsely “Are you liking this baby … tell me?” “Yes, yes, yes …” was all she was able to manage.
Sensing that she was getting close to her first orgasm, I stopped, and quickly laid her down on the bed on her back. I shifted down, and placed myself between her thighs on my knees. I lifted her legs, and placed them on my shoulders. She was looking at me intently with longing in her eyes, and her left hand was now involuntarily cupping her breasts. Her body shivered again, as I caressed the smooth skin on the insides of her fleshy thighs. I gently pushed her legs back towards her chest, folding them at her knees, and gradually spread her thighs. The sight she presented now was enough to make any man cum, as she lay on the bed, one hand clutching her sheet, the other hand fondling her breast, her legs pushed back almost all the way up to her breasts, and her thighs spread wide, baring her young virgin pussy for me.
Bending forward, I began to lick the insides of my thighs, slowly moving my tongue towards the V of her crotch. “Oh Jignesh bhai …” she cried out in a hoarse whisper, as she trembled at the thought of what I was going to do next. I lay down between her upraised legs on my stomach, propping myself on my elbows, and gently parted the wet lips of her pussy. Without a word, I reached out with my tongue, and started licking the slit of her pussy. She convulsed at the feel of my tongue on her wet pussy, and grabbed my hair, and clamped her thighs around my head. I held her thigh spread with one hand, as I continued to lash her pussy with my tongue. I pressed my mouth deeper on to her pussy, and started to slide my tongue inside the opening of her pussy, tonguing her harder.
Moving my head back & forth, I began a fucking-like motion of her pussy with my tongue, and occasionally clamping my mouth on her pussy lips, and sucking on them. Jigna was beginning to convulse now, as the throes of an impending orgasm invaded her body. I could hear half crying and half moaning, as she thrashed about wildly on the bed. I had a tough time keeping my mouth on her pussy, as she thrashed about violently. I didn’t have to continue for too long, before I felt her body begin to convulse, and her hips begin to buck wildly up and down. Clutching my hair harder, and almost tugging it painfully, she let out a long suppressed cry, “Jignesh bhaiiiiiiii …..” as her first orgasm hit her hard. I continued to suck on her relentlessly, till I felt her pussy muscles starting to spasm, and she shuddered through a strong orgasm. I stopped only when she her hips fell back limp on the bed. My mouth and lips were coated with her salty juices, as I took in a deep breath and rested my face on her belly.
After a while, I crawled up and lay down on her, trying not to put my whole weight on her. She was lying with her head to one side, eyes half closed with tears streaming down her face, mouth half open, and her hair disheveled, and breathing hard. I took her face in my hand, and gently kissed her on her lips. “Jigna, my darling … did you enjoy that?” I asked her in a whisper. She turned her head slowly towards me, and opening her eyes and looking into my eyes, she just wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and pulled my face towards her. She whispered hoarsely in my ears “Yes, Jignesh bhai … yes, yes, yes … I loved it … I love you so much …” I felt a twinge of emotion, when I heard that. After a while, as she was trying to catch her breath, I told her that I would go back to my bed, since I did not want to take a chance with any one of her parents waking up and finding us like this.
I disengaged myself from her arms, and went and lay back on the other bed. I realized I had to shag off again, if I was to have any chance of getting some sleep. My cock was almost sore from the sustained hard-on. I was sweating, and so I took off my vest. I parted the lungi, and slowly started to stroke my cock, spreading the pre-cum which was oozing out liberally all over my cock. Just as I was beginning to increase the tempo of my stroking, I heard a shuffling noise, and suddenly Jigna was there standing next to my bed. She was still clutching the petticoat which I had taken off her torso, around her waist, as she gazed at my erect cock in the light of the streetlamps from outside the window. Without a word, she sat down by my side. “Jignesh bhai …” she whispered to me “I … I …”she hesitated “I want to do for you the same thing that mummy did for pappa …” she blurted out.
I almost came there & then when I heard that. Fuck! Here was a sweet teenager, sitting next to me with her breasts bared for me, watching me stroke my hard 7-inch cock, and telling me that she wanted to suck me off !!! “Please, Jignesh bhai … please let me do it for you … “she pleaded in a soft whisper. I felt lust surge through my body as I heard her. “Jigna …” I groaned as I pulled her towards me. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her savagely, my hard shaft pressing against her belly. When I released her, she sat up again, and looked at me lovingly, her soft hands caressing my chest. Slowly, hesitatingly, her hands slid down till they reached my rigid shaft, which was standing straight up. “Take it in your hand baby …” I encouraged her. Tentatively, she took my hard cock in her hand, staring intently at it, and slowly she began to stroke it up and down, just as she had seen her mother do for her father. “Do it a little harder, Jigna …” I whispered hoarsely.
She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my foreskin down completely, causing me pain. “Owww … easy baby, easy …” I winced. “Not that hard Jigna … a little gently” I told her. There was fear in her eyes now, as she took hold of me again and began to stroke. This time it was just right. “Am I doing it right, bhaiya?” she asked in a husky voice. “Yes baby, you are doing just right … it feels really good” I breathed. As she got the hang of it, she began to stroke me faster, and I began to feel my balls filling up, and my cock getting ready to spurt. I didn’t want it to end, so I caught her hand to make her to stop. “Sit on top of me Jigna …” I whispered urgently. She quickly climbed on top of me, and sat down on my waist with her knees on either side of my belly.
I gazed up at her, as the light from with windows fell on her body. She looked so desirable sitting there, her hair tied in a single pony, her petticoat pulled off her shoulders and bunched together at her waist, and looking at me intently with a mixture of love & lust in her eyes. My erect cock was pressing against her fleshy ass, and I could feel her still wet pussy & cunt hair rubbing against the lower part of my belly. I reached up and cupped her firm erect tits, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hips so that my cock rubbed against the crack of her sexy butt.
She threw her head back, and sighed as I did that. “Suck on me Jigna” I whispered hoarsely. She quickly got off me, and sat down next to me once again. Taking my turgid cock in her hand again, she bent down quickly, and paused to look at my cock again, staring at it with a mixture of fear & lust in her eyes. I could now feel her hot breath on my cock, which was jerking spasmodically. She licked her lips involuntarily. After a moment’s hesitation, she closed her eyes and opening her mouth, took the swollen head of my cock in the mouth. “Aahhh …” I moaned with pleasure, as I felt her hot mouth envelop the head of my cock.
She held it in her mouth for a moment, adjusting the feel & taste of a man’s cock in her mouth. I was praying she wouldn’t gag. Then I felt her tentatively move her tongue and run it on the head of my cock. I clutched at her hair and held her head in place, resisting the urge to ram her head down on my cock. Gently she began a sucking motion, like how she would suck on a lollipop. Holding her by her head, I began to gently push her head up and down on my cock, taking care not to push it too deep into her throat. The sight of this sexy teenage school-girl, with her mouth stretched and lips forming an ‘O”, was a sight to behold.
Gradually she got the hang of it, and began to bob her head up and down, and sucking on my cock at the same time. I held on to her head by her hair, and guided her mouth moving on my cock. She was still clutching the base of my cock hard as she was sucking me. “Jigna …” I whispered. “Umm …” she responded, unable to speak with my thick cock in her mouth. “Jigna, take your hands off me, and open your eyes and look at me as you suck on me …” I breathed heavily. She let go off the hand clutching my cock, and opening her eyes, tilted her head upwards, so that she was looking at me as my cock moved in & out of her mouth. The sight of her innocent face sucking on my cock was the last straw for me, and I felt my balls begin to tighten, readying them to send my semen shooting out through my cock.
“Jigna … I am going to cum baby …” I whispered huskily, as I clutched at her hair harder. “Umm …”she moaned back. I desperately wanted to discharge my cum in this sexy school-girl’s mouth, but resisted the temptation. I pulled her head off my cock. She looked at me in fear, and said in a small voice “What happened bhaiya … did I do something wrong?” she asked in a small voice. “No baby” I replied “I am going to ejaculate now … and I don’t want it to happen in your mouth …” “But why Jignesh bhai … I thought you will like that …” she asked innocently. I smiled and replied “Yes baby, I would love to do that … but not this time … I want us to go slow … maybe next time we will do that OK?” I assured her. She brightened upon hearing that. “Now just do what you were doing with your hands Jigna … make me cum” I whispered to her urgently. She nodded quickly, and started stroking me again. My cock had become huge now with the blood gorged veins sticking out, and she watched in rapt attention as she stroked me.
There was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched my cock, while stroking it faster. I felt my body begin to convulse, and as I felt my semen begin to boil, I grunted “Jignaaa …” and grabbed her naked breast in my hand. My hips jerked, as my cock erupted and my cum shot out of the slit. The first spurt hit her chin, and dripped down on to her neck & breasts. Afraid that I may scare her off, I quickly grabbed her hand which was still clutching my cock, and directed my convulsing cock towards by belly, so that the subsequent spurts landed on my belly. She watched in rap attention with her mouth slightly open, and my cum dribbled off her hands on to my belly. “Oh dear” I exhaled in relief as my orgasm finally subsided. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately on her lips, and whispered “You were wonderful baby …” “Oh thank you bhaiya … thank you …” she whispered back “I am so happy to know that I made you feel good …” I got her to bend forward and lie with her torso on mine, and her head resting on my chest. I could feel her nipples pressing against my belly where my cum hand landed, and I could also see the cum from her chin dripping on to my chest.
We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. After a while, I pushed her off me and got up. Taking my handkerchief which I had kept under the pillow, I wet it with the bottle of drinking water that had been kept near the bed. First I wiped my cum of her chin, breasts and belly with the wet cloth, and then proceeded to wipe it off my belly and chest as well. She just sat their quietly, watching me with affection as I cleaned her up. I then buttoned up her petticoat, and led her to her bed. As she lay down, I bent forward and kissed her on her lips once again. After tucking her in, as I was about to turn back, I felt her grab my hand. As I turned, she whispered “I love you, Jignesh bhai …” With a twinge of remorse, I replied “I love you too, baby …” With that she went back, even as I collapsed on my bed, and within no time was fast asleep.