With this he moved back to his house after completing his tea. The next day was a Sunday, he got up lazily, saw some TV programme had his breakfast and started studying. Deep down he was still thinking of how to screw all 3 Kapoor ladies in one go so that he has his own private Harem there. Also, yesterday’s talk with Mrs Khan had emboldened him a lot to look at a possible foursome with Khan ladies. The fact that Mrs Khan was aware of his flings with her daughters had made it a bit easier for him to plan it forward. Anyways after having a ‘brunch’ he started studying and completing the nuisance science Practical Files. He liked doing the Physics, Chemistry practicals but maintaining the files was such a drain and waste of effort for him.
At about 4pm, his parents told him that they are going somewhere and would be back by Dinner only. He said ok. As Mr Khan was also there, he did not bother to go to neighbours house to probe further. Around 5pm he went out to play and came back by 6.30pm. As he pressed the bell at the staircase entrance, he saw Mrs Khan opening the door, both smiled at each other. He follwed her, all the time focusing on the ass globes in front of him. As he was about to open his door, Mrs Khan said “Vicky zara help kar de” (can you pls help)
“Tere uncle baahar gayen hain” (your uncle – Mr Khan – has gone out)
That was music to his ears. He opened the lock of his house. Put the bat etc in, he changed into a loose cotton short, removed shoes & socks and as he was about to turn, the phone rang and brought the good news that his parents would be late and will only come by 10pm. He went to his neighbour’s house in a sweaty t-shirt, cotton shorts, slipper and yes undergarments were in place.
His favourite Khan lady asked him to help her pick up some load (some old stuff) from the kitchen store and take it to the terrace. They will then sell it to some kabadiwala. Mrs Khan was wearing a salwar kameez, not a very tight one, but enough to bring notice to the curves, the top was not very deep but it was very nicely cut to show off a bit of cleavage for normally endowed ones and a lot more for the generously endowed Mrs Khan. He was taking the bulk of the load with Mrs Khan also pitching in. While on one of the rounds to the terrace, he said “aunty today nothing is free”
She said “ok – sukha thankyou nahin karoongi” (ok – no dry thankyou this time) and smiled.
He kept on helping her to sort the stuff. At one time he was standing on a stool with Mrs Khan down on her haunches giving him the bird’s eye view of her boobs with the cleavage running right till the end. The cotton short did little to control his python. She saw up and saw his stare but did nothing and continued working. He too continued his gaze and his work. The python too continued awakening forming a discernable tent in his shorts. She got up to help him and noticed the tent, smiled and ignored. She knew of the effects she had on men and was proud that she could do this to a young kid as well who had confessed his liking for her both the daughters. Vicky noticed the smile and the ignore.
He was still atop the stool and she was standing. The line of vision was straight to her bra clad boobs. The python was still in an invigorated state. However he continued the work diligently. Then came a stage when they had to shift a heavier load to the terrace. Again his eyes got the treat of valley views encased in her Kameez, since Mrs Khan was also helping taking it up. Through the evening he was unabashedly looking at the twin peaks to his heart’s content, his logic was if she wanted to object she would have covered her ample bosom with some dupatta atleast. Since she didn’t, it was a free show for him. He was a very willing and happy audience of the show on view. By 8pm they had finished the job. She was happy since she was able to do it without her husband (Vicky didn’t know that they had a fight over it during the day with Mr Khan shouting at her and telling her to do it herself). Vicky was happy because he had covered one more step of his ladder to the utltimate Khan lady.
He was soaking with sweat and so was she. This made the light coloured suit to stick to her body evermore with two beauties jutting out in glory all the more. The smell of his sweat felt nice to her. Since it was sweat borne out of effort. She had scene how Vicky’s father was in-charge of the house and used to help his mother in lifting the heavier loads. If it was a man’s job he would do it. Though he had the luxury of having a strong son as Vicky but he himself was no shirker of work. Her own husband on the other hand had become disinterested with leaving her to fend for herself at times.
Vicky just snapped her out of her thought process. He knew that he still had time to cover one more step of the ladder. He said “Aunty – thanda sa roohafza bana do” (aunty please make a chilled roohafza – a soft drink for summers)
She said “haan kaafi garmi ho gayi hai” (yes its quite hot)
He stood there in the verandah looking at the shapely Aunty and thought Mr Khan is a jerk to ignore her. He planned to press the right buttons.
She returned with two glasses of the soft drink with some more in a jug. They moved to the drawing room with the benefit of having a room cooler.
He started his ‘innocent’ talk.
“Aunty aapki love marriage hui thi ya arrange’ (Aunty was yours a love marriage or arranged)
She was surpised by this sudden question but regain her composure and said “Arranged”
“Uncle bahut lucky hain” (uncle is very lucky)
She smiled and said nothing.
He insisted “Main sach kahe raha hoon – aap itni attractive hain’ (I am telling truth – you are so attractive)
She blushed. The kid knew some serious smooth talking.
“Kisne aapki shaadi arrange karwayi thee – main bhi usko kahunga taaki aap jitnee attractive biwi miley” (who got your marriage arranged – I will ask the person to get an attractive lady like you as my wife)
She told him how hers and Mr Khan’s family had known each other for some time and after Khan got a good government job they married. Soon after marriage, she had also cleared an exam to land a government job.
“Aunty – ek baat poochoon bura toh nahin manogi” (Aunty – should I ask something – will you get angry)
“Nahin – pooch” (no – ask)
“Aapka koi toh boyfriend hoga” (you must be having a boy friend)
“Oye” she shouted in mock anger
“Aunty – kyon koi ladke nahin rahete thhe aapke area mein” (were there no men around) “Cannot believe aap par kisi ne line nahin maari” (cannot believe nobody tried)
She said “kisi ko batayega toh nahin” (can you keep a secret)
“Sure – Trust me” he was all ears.
She then told him of a young man whom she loved. What she did not tell him how they had made love. The guy was a hindu and that was one of the reasons that they could not get married. Also the man didn’t have a good job and here was Mr Khan with a very good government job and from the same community. She got married against her will. Though she didn’t dislike Mr Khan but could never forget him. The more she talked to Vicky the more she felt comfortable with him. She ended up telling him how Mr Khan was disinterested and was not doing his duty as a father and husband, which translated that he didn’t bother about her daughters and didn’t screw her. He was elated.
To bring out more from her, he said “uncle disinterested toh nahin lagte” (he doesn’t look disinterested)
“you don’t know” she said affirmatively.
“Main uncle ki jagah hota toh abhi bhi aapse bahut pyaar karta” (had I been in uncle’s place I would have loved you a lot)
She felt happy at the kid’s statement, little did she know he meant screwing part more than love.
It was 8.45 now, achha main chalta hoon. (ok I will leave)
She said “Vicky Thankyou” and she meant it this time.
He said “phir sukha” (again dry one)
“Kaise gila karoon” (how do I make it wet from dry)
“aap gussa toh nahin karoge” (you wont get angry)
He asked her to close her eyes. She did.
On her cheek she felt a small peck. She opened her eyes looked at him in mock anger and smiled. For him one more step crossed.
She knew his parents would come late and asked him to take bath and come back for dinner. He knew that he can cover atleast one more step today.
He had a quickest shower in life and came back wearing a fresh t-shirt and Bermuda shorts. Mrs Khan had meanwhile changed to another Salwar Kameez which was a bit more revealing or was it his imagination. The lovely hair were tied in a pony tail with no sign of the dupatta to cover her prized assets.
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Anyways he went to the kitchen alongwith her so as to spend maximum time close to her. The talk about her boyfriend continued. He probed her more to learn that she had her fair share of flings during late school and early college, which was obvious considering the ripe beauty that she would have been in those years. On probing a lot and using his innocent persuasive skills he was able to elicit that she was involved in some heavy petting stuff. Considering condoms or pills were not in vogue, it seemed plausible to him. However what she hid was that she did it with those guys and her boyfriend by calculating the period cycle.
Anyways by 9.30pm dinner was ready and was served. Though he wanted to eat the cook rather than the food, however, for the time being he felt contented by dinner only.
After lunch he thanked her.
Pat came the reply “kya sukha thanks”
He smiled and this time held her by the shoulders and gave slightly wet pecks on both her cheeks. Both smiled at their secret. Around the same time his parents and Mr Khan came, he went to his house, she told his parents of his help in shifting some stuff. They thanked her for the dinner.
The next day was Monday, he came back from his school and as per habit he searched for the staircase door key, he found no lock. Then he remembered Mrs Khan being on leave. He pressed the doorbell. She came down and opened the door. He said thanks and she only said dry. He closed the door and moved ahead, she looked disappointed as a school girl. As she came close to him, he gave two pecks on her cheeks. Before she could said anything he said someone may have seen closer to the door. She agreed which meant it was their secret fling.
Similar routine continued for the week leading upto Friday. Tuesday and Thursday were non tuition days. On these days there were some moments of saying thanks. She also implored him and learnt that he had indulged in some heavy petting with her daughters. Both were party to it and knew of each other’s involvement. This was much in line with what he had heard. On one day she had managed to overhear their conversation when both teenage hottiles were describing their sessions with Vicky to each other. Since the sessions were on terrace hence it was still not full on sex. She would not have been surprised if she was told of his indiscretions with her daughters.
On Saturday was Sheetal’s birthday, where it all had started. On Friday evening he got a call from her about a party at her house. Right on the dot he reached her house. The party was on her terrace like last time. This time too all the 3 Kapoor women were looking damn hot. During the course of the evening he had managed to do some groping with all 3, with one groping session with Sheetal in presence of her mother. While fondling Mrs Kapoor’s gigantic mamaries, Sheetal stole glances from corner of her eyes as she was in the visible range. Such was his control over the ladies.
As the party ended he stayed back to help in tidying up and also grope a feel or two. At that point of time it was Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and Vicky left on the terrace. They were standing very close to each other, Sheetal asked “My birthday gift” to which he replied very authoritatively that he and her mother would have a threesome with her as a birthday gift. To this comment Sheetal and her mother got perplexed and got lost in their own worlds on implication of such a birthday gift from him.
The next morning he got a call from Mrs Kapoor “Come at 5pm for giving birthday gift to Sheetal.” The message was short but with humungous possibilities. He told his parents that he will go to play some game in the evening. He said that he will go to Kapoor’s house and then for the game. Nothing new. They were ok with it. So now again his theory of half-truth was working well. The only thing he hid was that the game was Sex. He studied during the day whole heartedly with intermittent thoughts of possibilities in the day.
Not to arouse any sort of suspicion, he wore his usual t-shirt and track pants that he wore to play. He walked down to their house and reached at 5pm. The girls had plans for him.
He pressed the doorbell which was opened by Sheetal. She was wearing a one piece halter type top scarlet red coloured dress. The top was held by a knot behind her neck with extra deep cut top encasing the boobies and the hem of the bottom coming well over her knees. The shoulders and back were on display as so much of her other body parts. He moved in to kiss her but she resisted. As she closed the door behind him, came in, as if in an orchesterated move, Mrs Kapoor. His jaws dropped. The elder kapoor clan female specimen was clad in the same dress. The dress was a size smaller than the actual size but it was all the more better as it accentuated the boobies and ass globes. The girls looked a replica of each other separated by a few years. The older girl was more bustier and looked naughtier in the one piece dress. Vicky went to her and kissed her bang on the lips and continued to smooch her and press her ass globes. Sheetal saw this and did not know how to react. She was jealous and turned on at the same time. Her mother saw her and asked her to come close to them. He turned around to around to face Sheetal with her mother pressing her mammaries on his back. He exchanged saliva with Sheetal with one behind his back reaching upto the gorgeous ass of Mrs Kapoor and the other one pressing Sheetal’s ass globe. The older Kapoor lady traced her hand to his crotch thereby increasing the tension in his penis. It got harder, if there was any scope for further hardening. It was a great sandwich. He was the piece of meat covered by two Hot breads.
He then turned Sheetal around and started playing with nape of her neck, since the hair were tied in a pony, the shoulders and back were all his to explore. He pulled the senior one to the front and she started kissing her daughter. He looked up and saw the most erotic sight of his life. Even much better than lesbian acts among Khan sisters. The mother daughter lesbian kiss was just too hot. His hands reached the huge boobies of the senior one only to find the junior ones hand planted before him. The daughter was now kissing the upper swells of her mother’s bosom, the bosom from which she sucked the milk as a kid. With a single motion he went behind the older one to kiss her everywhere from behind and let daughter enjoy her lesbian act with her mother. He lifted the hem of the dress to find the senior one pantyless. Like mother like daughter, sheetal was too panyless. The fucktoys were focused on getting fucked and not wasting any time. With the thought he just opened the knots behind the necks and the silky dress came down to floor after kissing every inch of the body on their way down. By this time, he too took off his t-shirt and vest and off went his track pant and underwear. All the three were now in their birthday suits.
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They moved to their much used bedroom. Both knew that Vicky had done it with them on this very bed separately and will now do it jointly, little did they know that he had done it with the other hottie, Niti, thereby completing fucking the trinity of three damn hot Kapoor clan women. The granite hard tool was at full mast saluting the two. The two had planned to drain him, he was not complaining. Mrs Kapoor was on her fours before he could climb. He reached behind her and start humping. Today was no time for foreplay. The sight was too erotic for him to have control on his balls. They would have erupted before time. Slowly he built up a momentum, the penis was going to the much visited hole by it earlier. It had been there many a time. Sheetal just got under her mother from the gate made due to Mrs Kapoor being on her fours and started sucking boobies. She got hooked onto the boobies that fed her. May be it was the sheer beauty of her mother or the illicitness of the relationship or the fact that she got fed from them much earlier, whatever it was – it was erotic. Apart from pounding her asshole, he was fingering her pussy as well. The strong fingers were going in and making her crazy. Due to Sheetal he was not able to hold onto the favourite globes of Mrs Kapoor. He held Mrs Kapoor’s pony and with one swift movement made her sit up while still on her knees. This had caused two problems, one that he had to readjust his piston since the movement had changed to do tango with her asshole and also Sheetal was also on her knees in front of her mother still stuck to the boobs.
Anyways, he readjusted himself, Mrs Kapoor cooperated for the penetration and the game began again. This time it was better for his hands since the hands could alternate between any pair of boobs and the two pussies on offer. He was kissing Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal whenever she found time to get off the boobs.
He had turned Mrs Kapoor’s neck towards him for kissing her, this had angered Sheetal a bit who took to kissing her mother with a vengeance. The two pair of soft female lips were exchanging saliva, tasting each other and tongue over lips and lips over lips combination was just too hot. He had increased the strokes, Mrs Kapoor was pushing her ass back to meet his strokes and then he erupted, he came in by the litres and the other two by gallons, he was not the only one to come. While Mrs Kapoor was feeling aftereffects the earthshattering orgasm, he pushed Sheetal on her back and placed his flaccid dick on her pussy entry. The dick covered in jism was shining in glory albeit was flaccid. He saw her and her mother and made her mother, who was still in a state of a semi-trance to lick his dick. Her licks provided the tonic to the dick and within a few minutes the dick was back to its glory. What a scene – mother licking dick of a young man so that he could fuck her daughter. As she readied the young man to fuck her daughter she went towards her head and placed her pussy on her face. As a most natural thing to do, she started licking her pussy. Stroke by stroke he build up the momentum. It was a triangle of lust. Sheetal was licking her mother’s pussy while hers was being pumped by Vicky and her mother and Vicky were kissing each other like young lovers. He was not missing to press the gorgeous set of boobs. Everyone was contributing to the lusty triangle.
Sheetal by lifting her crotch to match his strokes, lifting her face to match her mothers movement, Mrs Kapoor was matching the youngsters strokes and kissing, all in all a fuck fest. Since he had cum a short while earlier, this time he was able to continue for a longer period, though he wanted to fuck Sheetal’s ass as well but he continued the fun since all 3 were involved. After good 12-15minutes of the fuck fest, Sheetal was the one to start shuddering as a built up to the orgasm. Her licks became feverish and she continued lapping up her mothers clit which was doing wonders to her. Her mother was also in a love trance and held Vicky’s shoulders who in turn continued pressing hers and her daughter’s boobs. With a shriek Sheetal announced her cumming. She tightened her leg grip around him and waved her head from side to side. He continued pumping her hard. This had a great affect and she came evermore. He was in such a state today that he pushed her in a semi trance state and forced himself in her mother. Both ladies were surprised but loved his audacity. Now the scene had changed, Mrs Kapoor was lapping up all the love juice of her daughter as both had exchanged positions. Further 10-12minutes of fuck fest brought both him and Mrs Kapoor to orgasm and Sheetal too came. After such a long fuck session they just collapsed on each other.
Unknown to them one female shadow was watching them. She had just entered the house and the intoxicating sex smell had led to the room. She had the keys of the other exit door and she came in from there. The climax of the fuck fest she witnessed had startled her and made her wet. She was none else than Niti
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