Note: Read previous parts for better continuity. Even with the mention of ‘boys’, all characters are above 19 years of age.
Before Fidah could even close her mouth after speaking, Kishen lowered his track pants—all the way to his ankles. Lowering his ‘Amul Macho’ underwear, Kishen pulls his dick out and begins stroking.
“Ha ha, I delegate you, Kishen. Give them orders! Get creative as you stroke! Remember, it’s Gauri’s first time experiencing real passionate sex from a male. So I’d appreciate it if your instructions come within keeping it tender for her.”
“So, will they fuck Gauri too? But aunty, didn’t you tell her that she wishes to be fucked by someone else?”
“You’re correct. But that ‘special someone” is a bit rough. I’d like her to be ready for him. While Deepak and Tariq may or may not fuck her, eventually, I don’t want them to go all in and exhaust her,” clarifies Fidah.
“I understand perfectly,” responds Kishen.
“Can you two please stop talking to each other and tell us what the fuck to do?” asks Deepak impatiently.
“Ha ha..for men, ‘horniness’ and ‘impatience’ go hand-in-hand. Take the lead, Kishen,” says Fidah.
“Ok, so, how about Gauri stroke their cocks?” Kishen asks.
Unimpressed by Kishen’s first command, Fidah says, “See, that’s the problem with you horny guys. You want to get the organs involved from the get-go. Start it slow, Kishen. Too bad you say you’re so experienced in sex but don’t really know what women would like and prefer. Let me give you an example.”
“Boys, sit close to Gauri and make her feel at home,” Fidah orders.
“Tariq and Deepak proceed to sit right next to either of Gauri’s sides. They playfully inch closer to her body. Gauri gets shy and smiles at Fidah when their bodies touch her on either side. Fidah gives her a ‘thumbs-up” of assurance.
“Have a go at it again, Kishen. What do you suggest they do now?”
“Umm, ok. This is harder than I thought. How about you two take turns to kiss her on her cheeks?”
“That’s something she can handle. Proceed!” Fidah instructs. “Keep it playful and light. Don’t get competitive. Don’t discomfort her in any way.” she adds.
With a playful demeanour masked by obvious horniness, Tariq and Deepak proceed to plant kisses on a blushing Gauri’s cheeks. She playfully tries to dodge their kisses. But she is evidently enjoying the affection she’s getting.
“Poor thing, she never experienced such tender masculine affection in her lifetime,” Fidah whispers to Kishen.
“Looking at her, I’m not even horny now. Because I feel so happy for her.” Kishen responds.
“Yeah, It took a lot of effort to get her to open up, talk and even get interested in sex again,” Fidah replies.
“Hard to imagine what she went through, ” Kishen responds. “So, shall I give my next instruction?” Kishen asks Fidah.
Fidah whispers back: “Not really needed, Kishen. They will take it from there. Look, they’ve already proceeded to kiss her on the neck. Their hands are already feeling her up. And look how Gauri’s already begun to reciprocate passionately. Interrupting them with step-by-step instructions will not work, do course correction as and when you feel necessary.”
“I totally agree, aunty,” Kishen responds.
Kishen and Fidah watch as Deepak and Tariq get progressive on Gauri. Having her lay on the bed, they proceeded to kiss all over her body. Watching them, Kishen remembers how he and his dad showered their affectionate kisses on Savi (his mom) in a similar manner. (Part 16).
He begins to breathe heavily. He couldn’t help but hope that Fidah would allow him also join Tariq and Deepak.
“Will I ever get to join the Deepak and Tariq, Fidah aunty?” he utters.
“C’mon Kishen, you agreed not to indulge. You didn’t want to ‘take any chances’ (part 18).”
“I wish I didn’t say that. Total regret!”
“Ha ha, ” Fidah teases.
“Can I at least get down from this chair and sit on the floor next to you?”
“Why do you want to sit next to me?” asks Fidah with a naughty look.
“Uh, it’s easier to converse?” Kishen responds.
With a ‘yeah right, I believe you’ smile, which Kishen notices, Fidah responds, “Before you sit, can you go out and get me a pack of cigarettes, King Lights?”
Kishen nods in excitement. Fidah reaches out to her bra, picks up two tightly folded notes of 100 rupees, and gives it to Kishen.
“Come back fast. You don’t want to miss this. Lock the main door and take the keys with you,” Fidah orders.
Grabbing the money and pulling up his pants, Kishen hurries out of the room. It was a rather long distance to the sutta and chai wala’s shop that was right outside the premises of Tariq’s society. Propelled by sheer excitement, Kishen did nothing less than fast pacing.
After about 25 minutes, a time -frame he couldn’t track, Kishen entered the room, panting. He was welcomed by the sight of Gauri lying on the bed with Deepak and Tariq on either side. As they feasted on each of her tits, she moaned and suckled on their fingers.
Kishen could see how glistened and swollen her nipples had become—as though they were pleading, “Enough!” More welcoming was Fidah, who sat at the same spot on the floor where she’d been. But this time, her back leaned against the wall with her legs spread—in an ‘M’ posture.
Kishen’s eyes widened when he noticed that she’d dropped her kurta’s pyjamas and her underwear all the way to her ankles. The drop (lower part) of her kurti curtained her pussy and inner things–revealing to Kishen only the fair, plump outer thighs, knees, and the rest of her seldom exposed Muslim legs.
Kishen was hornified even more when he noticed that both her hands were under the ‘curtain’, rubbing her pussy.
“There is an ashtray and lighter in my bedroom, in the drawer of my dressing table. Get it and come sit next to me,” Fidah ordered. Kishen did as asked and sat next to her, but only after getting rid of his pants and underwear.
“Light one cigarette, Kishen. I know you smoke. Let’s share.”
“How do you know I smoke? Did Tariq tell?” Kishen asks as he lights one cigarette.
“No. I can smell it on you.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you smoke too, aunty,” Kishen says, taking a puff.
“Oh no, I don’t smoke. I am a devout Muslim woman who is not supposed to smoke.” Fidah says and takes one hand out from her crotch to borrow the sutta from Kishen.
Kishen could see her wet fingertips. Looking at her smiling eyes looking at him, he battled the urge to grab her hand and lick her fingers. Their fingertips touched momentarily as she took the sutta from him by its butt.
Before she even placed the sutta in between her lips, Kishen quickly and involuntarily brushed his ‘exposed’ fingertip under his nose.
Taking a long puff, Fidah orders, “That’s enough foreplay. Work on stretching her pussy.”
Both Tariq and Deepak get up from licking Gauri’s tits and hurry to fuck her, uncoordinated.
“Madar Chodon! Is this how you behave?” Fidah shouts out in a manner no less than a brothel owner. Kishen is taken aback.
“Tells us, then, ammi. What should we do?” Tariq retorts.
Passing the sutta back to Kishen, Fidah responds, “Don’t touch her pussy with your dicks.”
“Then how are we supposed to stretch her pussy?” Deepak asks.
“Fist her, slowly. Don’t pain her. And I want to see you do it, so don’t block my view. Sit to her side or something,” she orders sternly.
Watching keenly at how Tariq and Deepak would carry out Fidah’s command, Kishen places the cigarette in between his lips. He senses the wetness of the cigarette butt. The hairs on his neck stand up when he realizes that the butt has soaked up the wetness from both Fidah’s pussy and saliva.
He couldn’t help but have his tongue touch the cigarette butt. Feeling the ‘wet butt’ with his tongue tip’s tip, Kishen turns his head and looks at Fidah aunty sitting next to him. Smitten by love-fueled horniness, he looks at her as she observes how her command is being followed.
He could feel her sexually charged sternness building up inside of her. All he wanted to do at that moment was to hug her body from the side, and stick his brown skin with her fair skin. He could smell her distinct attar.
He wished to submissively bury his face into her armpits, to suck her fingers, to lick her mehendi-adorned toes, to have her sit on his face, and whatnot. Fidah notices Kishen staring at her.
“What are you looking at?” she asks, rather sternly.
“You’re so beautiful, Fidah aunty.”
“But you’re not gonna get me,” she blushes.
“That’s too bad. I wish for nothing else at the moment.”
“The choice was yours, ”
“…and I hate myself for it.”
“Continue hating and watching what’s happening,” Fidah teases as she picks the cigarette directly from his mouth. She pushes away his chin with her wet fingertips, making him face Gauri and the boys.
Kishen saw Tariq was now seated on the bed, resting his back against the bedside wall. His body cushioned Gauri’s upper body as she rested on him. His legs locked her legs in position, spreading them wide. Deepak was generously applying oil on, in and around her pussy.
After ensuring all eyes were on him, Deepak began to slowly and ceremoniously slide his full middle finger into her well-oiled pussy. With his middle finger fully buried in her, he naughtily smiled at Gauri, with her reciprocating smile signalled her approval to proceed.
He initiates slow and steady to-and-fro middle finger fucking. His finger sensed the increasing wetness and the subsequent, subtle relaxing of her pussy walls. He upped the fingering game by adding ‘rotational motion’ to the to-and-fro. Like a screw, his finger now turned as it entered her pussy.
And just as Gauri’s pussy pleasure points were getting settled on to Deepak’s ‘new’ fingering tactic, he upped the game again. His finger began to wriggle like a worm as it went in and out of her pussy in rotational to-and-fro. With gasps, Gaudi began zoning in and out.
“This rotational motion is something that the dick can’t do, but the hand can,” remarks Tariq.
The treatment would only get better. Patiently, taking time, Deepak repeats his fingering sequence with two, three and four fingers. Finally, the entire fist. Tariq supported her with his body and spirit. In the form of kisses, nipple rubbing, encouraging words, and lending his hands to help her stretch her pussy.
Gauri came explosively, squirting all over while her body shivered vigorously with long, modulating moans. For a second, everyone thought she got to fit. As Gauri reeled in the aftermath of her orgasm, Tariq moved her body onto the bed and hugged her, ‘containing’ her shivering body with his.
His chin latched onto her neck, and his arm and leg entangled her body. Gauri pushes away his fingers from her sensitively-swollen clit as he tries to stimulate her further. He continues to embrace her body with his. Everyone saw and understood how romantically intimate Tariq can get.
To Kishen and Deepak, it served as a reminder about how ‘intimate’ sex can be. With a “mission accomplished” sense of achievement, Deepak turns to look at Fidah and Kishen. They were spectators to his (and Tariq’s) actions. He notices they are transfixed in watching Gauri.
Sitting together, their bodies have long ‘stuck’ with one another’s dough balls. Deepak could see the ‘X’ their hands made. They involuntarily rubbed each other genitals while fully engrossed in watching Gauri. Their other hands exchanged cigarettes. By then, more than a few cigarette butts filled the ashtray.
Deepak laughs and says, “Whatever the fuck happened to ‘not taking any chances?” (part 18)
Coming down to ‘reality’, Kishen and Fidah get evidently embarrassed. They take their hands off each other’s genitalia. Involuntarily and in sync—much to Deepak’s notice—rub their noses with it.
“Did you expect that we would sit like statues to the awesome fisting that you performed? This is just our reaction. Nothing more, ” Fidah defends herself.
“Yeah, ” Kishen adds.
“Yeah, right!” Deepak remarks sarcastically. “Now, tell me what we should do next, ”
“Take rest. Adjust yourself onto the bed,” Fidah orders. She whispers to Kishen, “Now, Gauri’s pussy is fully stretched. Now, I need her mouth and her other hole to stretch like that.”
“You mean, aunty, that Deepak should fist her mouth and asshole?”
“No, Dummy, that will be painful and unpleasant. No fists, but dicks or something.”
“Ok!” Kishen whispers back, excited at the prospect that he, too, could lend his dick.”
Just then, the house phone rings!
As though she was expecting someone to call, Fidah gets up in a hurry. She rides her ankles on her drawn-down pyjama and underwear. Wearing just the Kirthi and headscarf, she goes to the living room to answer the phone–leaving the boys and Gauri in the room.
“How was it like to finger my mom?” Tariq asks.
Kishen blushes and says, “You have no idea how much I’m fighting the urge just to hug her tight and go all in.”
They hear Fidah calling Kishen over from the living room. It was Savi, Kishen’s mom, on the line. Kicking away his track pants from his ankle, Kishen rushes to the living room.
“She sounds annoyed, and wanted to speak with you,” Fidah whispers to Kishen as he takes the handset from her. Little tensed, Fidah stands by next to Kishen and listens to what he says.
“Hi, Ma. Tariq invited me to his house.”
“…”
“I forgot to call.”
“…”
“I will be a little late.”
“…”
”I’m sorry, ma.”
“…”
“Uh, we’re playing some video games.”
“…”
“C’mon, ma, nothing light that.”
“…”
“Let’s do it in the evening or night.”
“…”
“I’ll give the phone to Fidah aunty.”
Kishen hands over the phone to Fidah and heads back into the room. He sees Deepak and Tariq kneeling on the bed—next to either side of Gauri’s head. She is giving low-effort lip and tongue treatment to their dicks pointed towards her mouth like microphones.
With a sigh, Kishen gets up on top of the bed, too, and proceeds to sit on Gauri’s chest. His knees supported his body on either side. He, too, extends his dick to her mouth.
Just as Kishen begins to enjoy Garuri’s tongue, Fidah enters the room.
“Seriously! Kishen?!? I thought we agreed not to, ” FIdah shouts. She grabs Kishen by his arm and pulls him out of the bed.
Like a kid who’s been denied his play time, Kishen says, looking down, “I couldn’t control, aunty.”
“Learn to control. By the way, is everything fine with Savi? She sounded a little impatient. It’s unlike her.” Fidah says, with an evident sense of guilt.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Kishen assures.
“She was expecting you to come home early, ”
“Yeah, ”
“Why didn’t you tell earlier? Will she get suspicious? I’m getting worried.”
“Relax, aunty, ”
“I can’t relax. After talking to her, I am feeling kinda guilty. She is my close friend. What am I getting into?”
“You’re not ‘getting into’ anything, aunty. You’ve already gotten in.” Deepak remarks sarcastically.
“It’s ok, aunty. I am an adult. You were never forcing me or anything.”
“but what if she finds out?” Fidah asks, increasingly worried.
“Ammi, you’re overthinking. Relax!” Tariq chimes in.
“How can I not overthink? Do you know the seriousness of what we are doing? I mean, not everyone has to be as open as we are. And mothers with sons of your age usually have a 6th sense for the kind of hankie pankies you’d get into. I know Savi is pretty liberal and all, but what if she gets to know what we are doing with her son?”
Realizing Fidah may be overcome with guilt and worry, Kishen decides to reveal some of his secrets to appease her. He says, “Ok, I will tell you this. She knows that I’ve had sex and all. And she seems to be cool with it.”
The other three are surprised. But Fidah says, “That is a different thing, she may know that you may be hanging out around with your GF or something. I am her close friend.”
“Wait, do you have a GF?!?” Deepak and Tariq ask Kishen.
“Absolutely not! I would have definitely told you guys if I had.”
“So, how does she know you’ve done it?” Deepak asks while Gauri is serving his dick (along with Tariq’s).
“So, can’t a person like me not have sex with anyone other than a GF?”
Jumping to a conclusion, Deepak answers, “Oh, so, a randi? Your mom is cool with that?”
“You’re taking this to a whole other direction, fucker! Listen, I’ve briefly mentioned this to Tariq and he didn’t tell this to you all so as to not breach my trust. So, hear it from me: I caught my parents in an act. And since then, we’ve had that discussion and all. They know I’ve had my share of sexual experiences.”
“They trust me with my sex life. I cannot reveal anything further for privacy reasons. But that should tell you that my being here is fine. Aunty, you’re worrying too much. Its not like I will tell everything to Mom, or she will be prying on me. I am sure she will be cool with it if or when she comes to know.”
“Relieved at Kishen’s response but more curious than ever to know more about Kishen’s sex life, Fidah says, “Ok, that’s assuring. But still, let’s hold our lines, as we agreed, Kishen. From the beginning, my son brought you here, something has been telling me all is not good. I need more time to feel convinced this is, you know, safe.”
Tariq laughs out loud. “It’s just your fear talking, ammi. I said the same lines you just said to Raj (Deepak’s psychologist father) when he and I started getting personal and also when he introduced the idea of bringing Hema aunty (Deepak’s mother) into our affair. Just like you, ammi, I was too concerned about how Deepu would have taken it all if he came to know.
“Well, then, I should be more worried. Deepak lashed out! (part 4). I can’t imagine breaking my friendship with Savi.” says Fidah.
“I assure you, it won’t,” Kishen says.
“How are you so sure? Is she one of the persons you’re fucking with?” Fidah blurts, grabbing the chance to address her curiosity with the right question.
“Kishen is taken aback for a moment. Everyone notices. He replies with a loud but unconvincing, “Absolutely not!”
Fidah looks at Kishen in the eyes and teases, “The ‘absolutely not’ you’ve said when asked about having a GF sounds different to the ‘absolutely not’ you’ve mentioned just now. One of them has to be false.”
“Oh, Come on!” Kishen says, getting annoyed.
“Relax, I’m just playing, son!” Fidah responds and diverts the topic. She removes her top and bra while retaining her scarf around her head to tease Kishen. Seeing for the first time a nude, fair and supple-bodied Muslim woman with just her scarf was a treat to Kishen’s eyes.
“Let’s get back to Gauri, shall we? Big day for her.” Fidah says.
With Kishen standing watch, Fidah makes her Gauri kneel on the floor. She asks Deepak and Tariq to hold their dicks to her mouth so that she can ‘take them both together’ to ‘stretch her mouth’. Fidah squats behind Gauri to aid her in the act.
She pushes the back of Gauri’s head to enable her better to stretch her jaws to mouth two dicks at once. Kishen is surprised by how Deepak is not at all bothered about his dick touching Tariq’s. He gets a playful urge to rub his dick against theirs.
He dismisses the thought as weird. Kishen had always known Deepak to be a no-homo dude calling even the slightest ‘male’ touch as ‘gay shit’. Deepak explains that he was initially pretty fussy about ‘dicks touching’, but then as he got more sex, he got used to it.
“It was funny watching him get conscious with his cock touching his dad’s as they pleasured ammi,” comments Tariq. (part 4)
Kishen gets more aroused. Gauri struggles to fully mouth both of Deepak’s and Tariq’s cocks together. Part of the reason for it was that it was impossible for their bodies—already touching each other—to come closer. Their cocks, brought together like a V.
It made it difficult for Gauri to deep-throat. Kishen suggested they lie on the bed like how Savi had made him and his dad lie (part 16). Fidah appreciates Kishen’s suggestions and positions them accordingly. She and Kishen also get up on the bed and proceeds to help and encourage Gauri in slowly deep-throating the two erect towering dicks at once.
First, Fidah makes Gauri tit fuck the two cocks after thoroughly wetting her cleavage with their spits. Fidah then demonstrates to Gauri (on Deepak’s dick alone) how to take it all in without choking. Kishen is made to finger and lick Gauri from behind to keep her charged up.
She tries to deep throat. Fidah was worried about Savi. So she didn’t encourage Kishen to finger her or even fondle her tits. After many assisted tries—with Fidah helping to keep the two dicks erect by stroking, ball-fondling, face sitting (on both Deepak and her son, Tariq) or lending her breasts (only to Deepak).
Gauri slowly learns the art of double barrel sucking. With her mouth comfortably stretched as required, she picks up pace in mouthing both the cocks. At once and deep-throating one at a time. Horny as fuck with the continuous edging and with glistening sloppy as fuck dicks.
Tariq asks Fidah if they can fuck Gauri, atleast for the sake of cumming or if somehow she could help them ejaculate.
“What about me?” Kishen thinks.
“Not yet, I need to use both of your cum for lubrication,” responds Fidah and proceeds to her room—leaving them wondering what she had in mind. Fidah comes back holding, of all things, a moderately big bulbous gear knob with an extended lever for grip.
“That’s our old car’s gear knob!!!” exclaims Tariq.
“Yes, the gear knob of our sweet old Maruti 800. I use it as my toy now. It will now do great service stretching Gauri’s asshole.” replies Fidah.
“You mean we can’t use our cocks on her ass also?” says Deepak.
“Ha, as if you’re ass-fucking experts or something. Like I said, Gauri wishes to save her holes for another person, not you.”
“Who IS that?!?” Kishen asks.
“Suspense will be revealed soon,” Fidah says, looking at Gauri, who is blushing.
“I kinda know who it is. It’s an easy guess, ” says Tariq to a confused-looking Deepak and Kishen.
“Oof, don’t reveal and spoil the fun,” Fidah responds.
“No ammi, I won’t reveal. You’ve bought the right tool if the person who’s going to fuck Gauri is who I think it is. Maybe even I could use it to prepare my butthole for him,” Tariq jokes.
“Chhii, now let’s get going. We haven’t got much time.” Fidah says.
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