Pujita Bhabhi Part 8211 1
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There’s this situation.
You find yourself covered in mud all over your body and your clothes are soaking wet. Further, since you chose to wear a thin cotton fabric outfit, its cloth is sticking to your skin making them see-through. At the moment you are outside your house but not far. What would you do?
I think the obvious solution is to go to the safest place you can think of, i.e. your home.
This is the situation in which a woman named Pujita Mann found herself on one Sunday afternoon. I know because I was stalking her since the time she left home. So far then, things have had turned out to be interesting as I saw her cheat on her husband by having sex with one her lovers, Prem was his name. They were having sex at his bungalow, outside in the garden, while they were stalling his wife by making her cook in the kitchen. All was well for them until unknowingly, their maali (gardener) poured water on the bush behind which they were ‘doing it’. They were caught and in panic Prem let Puji bhabhi out of the house from the back-door. In a rush Pujita got in the auto-rickshaw which brought her here and left in a hurry.
“Haah..haah…” she gasped, “Can you… take me… ho…” she was out of breath as she was trying to explain to the auto driver where she wanted to go. I didn’t pay attention at what she was saying because my eyes were stuck on her chest, wet transparent orange sari sticking on her cleavage that has gone deeper than I last remember. With every breath I could see her boobs expanding and then going down and then up again. Had I not masturbated just now, I would have walked to her, ripped her blouse apart and fucked her boobs then and there.
Well, I wouldn’t actually do it! It’s just to show how sexually attractive she appeared in that situation.
I then continued to follow her on my bike. This wasn’t easy as the auto driver was driving like a crazy person. He was taking unnecessary turns, always changing lanes all of a sudden as if he was losing focus; slowing it down and speeding up instantly.
“This is foolish!” I thought, chasing him, “The show is over, now she will just return home, maybe I should go ahead instead of following them.”
I was going to change the route but luckily I gave it a second thought. Once she reaches home, how does the situation progress?
‘Imagine Pujita bhabhi returning home. She’s a mess, soaked in muddy water; her sari is clinging to her skin. Her blouse has absorbed all the water sagging it to show off a huge cleavage. Since the wet sari might give her cold, she probably has taken the pallu (part of a sari that covers the chest area and goes over the shoulder) off her chest and is tied around her waist. At that moment the way she is dressed it would appear as if she isn’t wearing a sari but just a low cut blouse and a long skirt.
This kind of outfit is something she should wear in the bedroom where there’s just her husband and nobody else, but now if she goes home, she will have to pass through the staring eyes of the fellow residents in the building, till she reaches her apartment. And then…’
While I continue this boring chase on the bike, my mind is drifted in this imagination as what will happen if Pujita bhabhi goes to her home in this condition.
‘As she knocks her apartment door, someone will be attending it, her husband might be okay or her father-in-law which already has suspicion about his bahu’s (son’s wife) character. Be it either of them, they don’t demand an explanation; they help her to the bathroom along with a set of clean clothes.
Inside Puji takes hot steamy shower to cleanse her. Then, since she didn’t get any opportunity to get relieved of the excitement she chooses to wear a sexy kurta (top) that has wider neck showing skin from shoulder to shoulder plus a deep cleavage. No bra underneath will make her nipples poke out.
Pujita’s husband is not suspicious about her actions and so he simply takes his baby boy out to a nearby park as he does every Sunday evening. Meanwhile when she steps out of the bathroom hot and steamy and clothes clinging to her skin, the father-in-law is sitting in the hall, waiting for an explanation.
Puji is not a saint; she has to keep her extramarital affairs a secret. But for some odd reason she honestly shares her experience of the events that occurred earlier that afternoon.
A combination of Puji’s pornographic experience along with her sexually stimulating appearance at that moment gives that weak-old perv a boner.
“I’m very old now…” her in-law would say looking straight into her eyes, “But there’s still some juice in this bone of mine.”
What follows is the father-daughter fornicating like a bunch of wild animals. The only thing they hope to do is to be done with the action until Puji’s husband returns with the baby.’
Visualizing all this standing in a long traffic signal I thought. “As much as I would love to be an observer to these events, I don’t think this might happen.”
I was correct, since after next few turns, the auto-rickshaw stopped at a place far from home. It was a cheap hotel, ‘Suhaagraat’. The name itself makes it very clear, what kind of people might be renting rooms at a hotel like this.
Having no idea who’s decision it was to stop at such a place, I was curious about what had she planned.
The auto had stopped and it took a whole minute before she stepped out. I hoped to get another wet look of her front, but that stupid/kind-hearted driver had given his shirt for her to wear leaving himself on white baniyaan (vest) he wore underneath. Both walked inside the hotel. This had to be the end of the show, but I was determined to see some more.
“One thing you can be sure about these cheap hotels is that, no activity in those rooms stay private. ‘Deevaaron ke yaahaa sirf kaan nahi, aankhen bhi hoti hai’. There will always be holes in walls, broken window glasses, door’s that don’t close, etc for someone to peek through.” I thought. Now all I needed to do was to be the eyes-ears to the walls of the room they chose.
At the receptionist counter there was MILF in a red sari. She was a chubby woman with a double-chin. She had a fair flawless skin and yet she corrupted it by putting a lot of make up all over her face and a lot of jewelery. She had a voluptuous body around which she had wrapped a red smooth-fabric sari. I say smooth because ever 10-15 sec her pallu kept on slipping showing off her huge bra-less cleavage developed due to tightly squeezed blouse. A lot of my time was wasted there, first to keep my eyes set on her face without getting distracted and then to flirt with her for some time until I could leak out information about the room Puji bhabhi chose.
Side note: Here’s a tip for you. The line, “You are like my mother, can you help me?” doesn’t work on women like this one standing at the reception of a cheap hotel.
I struggled for about 5-10 minutes but eventually I succeeded in getting the room adjacent to where Puji bhabhi had checked in. The moment I was approaching my room I had to plan my next move. The common wall, the rooms shared was flawless, so there goes my plan of peeping through a hole. But, fortunately there were no grills on the window. Based on the observation I had made before entering the hotel. The rooms were constructed such that the window of the bathroom of all rooms was on one side of the building while the window of the living rooms was facing the other side. So I had to choose.
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe;
To see Puji’s breasts, where should I go?”
“She must be taking bath.” I thought. Swiftly I went out of the bathroom window and then slowly placing my foot on the ledge I slid myself to the adjacent bathroom window, where nude Puji bhabhi, I hoped would be.
The adjacent window was closed but not locked, so it was good. But I couldn’t hear any sound on the other side. I softly pulled open the window just to find that no one was there. This one had a grill so I could climb, but not get in.
“There’s her sari hanging along with her blouse, under-skirt, bra and panty.” I saw, “She definitely is still here, but what is this woman up to, staying in the room buck naked.” I thought. I was curious and desperate to move to the other window on the other side, but thankfully I stayed to scan the bathroom further.
That’s when I found a smart-phone carefully positioned on a wash basin. I picked it up quickly and checked the photo gallery.
“Jackpot!”
The moment had passed, but fortunately the rickshaw-driver had recorded a video of bhabhi taking bath and other stuff. Quickly I copied them on my phone to view it later. There was some other content too on his phone that caught my eye, but let’s not be distracted from the issue at hand.
“A M.M.S. of my beloved Puji bhabhi; unacceptable!” I said.
Though I kept a copy with me, I deleted the video from his phone and kept it back in the place, the way it was. “I think god will be pleased with this selfless act of mine.” I though while looking at the sky with a smile.
But the adventure wasn’t over; definitely something interesting was happening in the next room. Quickly I slid back to my bathroom window, got in and then out from the living room window.
While I was pulling this stunt quietly like some amateur ninja or a cat-burglar, my mind was getting flooded with loud moans and screams of a woman, of Pujita bhabhi.
“Mmmm… mmm… I want to suck on your Popsicle until it squirts out vanilla.”
Isn’t what she would say to an auto driver. But I couldn’t help but picture her on her knees, wearing a towel around her waist while she squeezes the shaft with her big melon-y boobs and giving a blow-job. This would be followed by,
“Ohhh! Oh yes!! Fuck me… oh bhaiyya, give it to me!”
She’s completely naked, lying flat on the bed with her legs spread apart. While she is clenching her feet fingers of her right leg with pleasure, her left leg lifted over the man’s shoulder, she is being drilled hard.
“Spoil my naughty pussy in this cheap hotel.”
Turning around Pujita shakes her pretty-round-saggy butt, tempting him to fuck her in the doggy-style. So he does, spanking her right butt-cheek until its milk-white color is tanned red and then stuffing his dick deep in her vagina guided by her hand. Grabbing her hips with his arms, he thrusts her hard.
“Satisfy me as if we are having the first night after our wedding, Suhaagraat.”
Getting her positioned back onto her front keeping her body in attention, the man lays his bare body on top and then fucking her looking deep into her eyes. She pulls him close for a smooch followed by some tongue action while he keeps on thrusting her softly but then steadily raising his momentum. She gets thoroughly satisfied till climax, satisfied by me.
Of course I was picturing me. I wasn’t as hell going to fantasize about sexy Puji bhabhi hooking up with a dark skinned, ugly faced, bald but with long black-white mix facial haired auto rickshaw driver.
By the time I reached their living room window, there it was, having masturbated just an hour ago, my pole was standing erect, excited with anticipation to watch a live porn aptly titled,
“Bhabhi ko choda hotel me, rickshaw-walle ne.”
The room window was kept wide open for any unexpected audience to peep inside. But what I saw within, surprised me. Pujita was lying naked, belly down, on the bed as expected. But the auto-driver had his pant still on and while placing a towel over her body covering from below shoulders to her thighs, was massaging her feet.
“Ohh! Ahh! Wow, you are a magician… So good…” she moaned.
He must have been giving her good foot massage, but it was clear that she responded that way to get him excited to eventually have sex.
“Can you massage me a little higher?” she asked permitting him to move his hands from feet to slowly up her legs and to her thighs.
He was using a special oil to massage her body that was oily enough to rub all over the body but soon the nutritious part of it got absorbed in the skin while rest got evaporated so that there was no need for her to take bath later.
He moved his hands, tightly squeezing her thighs one at a time going as high as close to her bare pussy and then down again. Puji bhabhi enjoyed it which was evident from the fact that she was moaning even louder. But for me, I was losing erection looking at this unexpected picture.
“You can go all the way; don’t leave any part of my body untouched.” She said.
Acknowledging it he pushed his hands under the towel cupping her butt-cheeks. Squeezing those bums hard, first apart and the together, he rubbed his thumbs on its skin. As he continued the rubbing his thumbs were getting closer and closer to that woman’s pleasure gates.
Feeing the arousal Pujita grabbed and threw away the towel covering her back, which must have been the last trick in her bag for me to salvage my ever losing erection. Further, to my surprise the auto-driver massaging her hot naked body was feeling no arousal at all, who was still wearing his pants and baniyaan which he walked in the hotel with.
It’s not that I am gay person who looks at guy’s crotches to see if they are excited or not, but at that moment Puji bhabhi was trying very hard, to get him ‘hard’. But unfortunately for her, there was no rock growing in his pants that could satisfy her.
After he was done rubbing around her pussy and her butt hole, he moved his hands higher massaging her back. As he sat gently on her bum, he ran his hands from her hip, just above the butt crack, till her shoulders and then moving to the sides, slightly pressing her breasts he pulled his hands back down.
“Ammm! Wow! It’s magic. But my chest hurts more than my back, can you massage my front.”
With this excuse she flipped over shyly covering her breasts with one arm, squeezing them, while placing her other palm gently on her clean shave exposed pussy; pretending to be a shy virgin as yet another trick.
He gently lifted her arm and groped her breasts, squeezing those big ones. He ran his oily palms around the huge fleshy bosom without making contact with her nipples.
At that moment Pujita started feeling something weird as milk started to ooze out of her nipples. To excite her further he started rubbing the brown part around the nipples, increasing the force at which milk jets ejected out of her mammary glands.
“Aren’t you going to drink it? Please don’t let my milk go to waste.” She whispered.
But he didn’t respond, not even a smile. Her udders continued to secrete the fluid which simply tricked down the side of her boobs getting absorbed by the bed sheet.
“What a loss!” I thought while stretching my mouth as if pretending to suck on her milking tit.
He continued to massage her belly, but watching the unstoppable stream of milk, he made her get in a crawling position while keeping a glass underneath to collect, this sweet white fluid.
Then as he knelt, pulling close her butt, he reached out to press her breasts together while rubbing her brown areolas to direct both the milk jets into one glass cup. Puji bhabhi, the newly became mother, was enjoying that moment while the glass kept on filling, quarter, half and then close to full she squirted out the last few drops into the glass.
She then rested on her back for him to continue his massage from her soft, a little over grown belly, fast approaching her pussy. After playing with her belly-button for a while he moved his hands lower. The moment he was inches away she reacted quickly spreading apart her legs, but then he stopped.
As per the procedure he followed, he wanted her pussy to stay squeezed between the legs leaving visibly just the V with a mid line of her vagina, like a fountain pen’s nip. Then placing his palms on the part meeting her hips and her thighs, he rubbed the adjacent areas of her pussy. He then grabbed on to her lips pulling them apart to see the pink inside and then pressed them together. I can bet that he saw the wetness in her pussy and yet he was too gay to react.
“Mmmm… mmmmm…” she moaned until, “Ahhh!”
She let out a scream as he shoved his fingers inside her pussy. All four fingers and the thumb of his right hand brought together forming a cone was deep inside her vagina at that moment.
It was at that point that Pujita started to enjoy it. If his dick is something she wasn’t going to get, his hand were equally magical, she complimented.
Continuing with the massage he started rubbing the inner walls of her vagina faster, pulling all sorts of hand tricks he had practiced. Rubbing harder and faster with his right while squeezing her breast with his left, he was getting her closer and closer to climax with every passing second.
“Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck that! Yes!” she screamed while involuntarily lifting her back and her legs from the bed in response to what was happening at the point where those body parts meet. Also she started squeezing her then untouched boob.
Finally, a minute of fondling and rubbing later she exploded inside her vagina with a loud, “Ahhhhh…!”
I bet somebody heard that, as precisely two minutes later there was a knock on the door. But before that, the auto-driver/masseur pulled out his wet fingers; then after sniffing it for a second he wiped them on the bed sheet. Walking in and out of the bathroom, he took a lot of naked snaps of Puji bhabhi from top to bottom which she gave willingly. Followed by that, while Pujita simply laid there relaxing, done satisfied, he went around the bed and picked up the glass filled with milk for a sip. But before his top lip with black-white mustache could touch the rim of the glass, there was a knock on the door.
Carrying the milk glass to the door, he opened the door wide open without letting Puji bhabhi cover herself. Unfortunately for her, the bed sheet was tightly laid on the bed, no blanket was provided and one towel that was there, she threw it willingly far from the bed. So she had nothing else but her hands to conceal her private parts from the eyes of a total stranger. He was a young dark skinned guy, short and skinny body structure. He was wearing a simple double pocketed gray color shirt and shorts.
“Sir, you called.” Said the hotel attended after the auto-driver opened the door.
I was there the whole time with eyes and ears open, so I knew that he didn’t call the hotel attendant. It was only until a lot later that I realized that the last loud scream of the woman was the cue for the hotel attendant to wait for a couple of minutes and then come knocking the door.
As both the guys stood at the door, the hotel attendant called as Bijeet, couldn’t help but keep on switching his focus from the auto-driver’s eyes to the naked body lying on the bed and back.
The auto-driver was instructing Bijeet something, but he was half listening being distracted by a nude voluptuous body of a woman he was watching live. I too was not listening since my eyes were set on the attraction in the room. Since Puji bhabhi was thoroughly satisfied, at that moment she was just struggling to cover her bare body, like some innocent naive mature woman forced to stay naked against her will. She tried a lot to scare him off but failed to stop Bijeet.
It was only a couple minutes later that she realized, that the auto-driver had no intention of letting Bijeet leave any sooner, so she gave up the struggle. Relaxing her arms she simply laid them on the side exposing her hot uncensored body to this young stranger. She simply shut her eyes and with a smile letting him feast on her body with his eyes.
The auto-driver was done instructing and then he broke his tone with a question, “Do you like milk?” He said handing him the full glass.
Bijeet quietly took it not realizing that the milk in his hand belonged to the woman in the bed. That was until he took the first sip. The moment he made this connection, he got even more aroused while standing at the door, not a step inside.
Meanwhile the auto-driver walked into the bathroom and out with Pujita’s sari, under-skirt and blouse.
“I’ll get these ironed and be back in an hour.” He said to Puji bhabhi and then turning to the door, “Can you give bhabhi company while I am away?”
This request put a smile on Bijeet’s face and the instant auto-driver took a step out, he took a step in, locking the door behind. He stared hard at the naked body with lustful eyes and a perverted smile. Then, unlike the careless auto driver, Bijeet went around the room securing it; which meant locking the main door, the bathroom door and finally approach the window to shut it.
Seeing him get closer to me was the hint for me to leave, in order to avoid getting caught. Quickly I rushed to the side and jumped into my room. As I took a peek, I saw his face coming out of the window scanning for any unwanted stalkers and then getting in he shut the windows, latching them.
The curtain had fallen, the show was over, for me, but I continued spying on by placing my ear to the wall. There was no picture but I was able to hear them converse.
“Oh baby! You are mine now.”
“No, please! I don’t want this.”
“Come to me, there’s no way to go.”
“Ahhh, please don’t!”
“Stop resisting!”
“I’m like your mother.”
“Then wouldn’t you satisfy your son.”
“Why would you say such a thing?”
“I’ve got the taste of it. But I want milk from the source. Mmmmm…”
“Thummp!” sounded like someone fell on the bed.
“No…pppp.”
“I know you are still craving for a dick, here it comes.”
“Ahhh!… Yes Bijeet, that’s true. Give it to me.”
I could only imagine what was happening on the other side of the wall, but based on the change in tone, Pujita dropped her defenses so that he could fuck her unhindered. No fooling around with foreplay, straight to the business. This was not much of a pleasure for Puji bhabhi I think, but Bijeet was satisfied within the next two minutes.
I know you readers don’t like to visualize this bit of the story, but to state all facts I have to share this bit too.
While I heard the moans and pleasure screams of Pujita bhabhi mixed with perverted talk of Bijeet trying to fulfill his incestuous fantasy of mom-son sex. I dropped my pants took out my phone, played the earlier copied video of Puji in the shower and masturbated until I sprayed my cum on the wall that separated me, the perverted stalker and the people actually having sex.
So, at that point, in the evening, after a long chase on the bike, pulling stunts by walking on the ledge and having ejaculated twice in the same day; I was exhausted and so while being bottom half naked, I went to the bed in the cheap hotel and took a nap.
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