The Promotion - Chapter 22E. - “The Naughty Neem Tree”
As this chapter has been growing too lengthy, yet again, time to split it up. This will be the new penultimate chapter of the mini-series, with unfolding of events at the open-field with fun and a good measure of double-entendres thrown in! Had a lot of fun writing this up, hope you do too reading and enjoying! Have fun!
Ajay sat upright too, in a rush, FINALLY undoing my ‘trophy’ blouse from his forehead, chucking it away unceremoniously somewhere in the jeep’s rear footwell. Along with it joined my bra too, which was serving him so-well, so INTIMATELY until seconds ago! Had it been able to talk, it too would also perhaps ‘squeal like a piglet’, complaining, from the way he so abruptly pulled it out of his crotch tossing it away in some dark-dungeon, never to be seen again!!!
Still facing the dirty rear window, he shouted back, ‘We are almost there Aunty, We are almost there Aunty, You’ll see a wide rusted blue gate in about 100 feet ahead. It should be open. It never gets shut! Drive straight in all the way to the farm house entrance Aunty! Hurry up!’ He yelled out the instructions as he sat forwards and patted my shoulder to make his point, looking ahead. This time, he meant business. Squeezing my shoulder, he spoke, ‘Imran, it's Chinnayan Uncle. He owns our neighbouring farm and he is my dad’s old-time buddy!’ sounding worried.
Spotting the Blue gate, I shouted, turning the jeep, ‘This is the gate right? why is this Chinnayan making a sudden-entry now??’ sounding concerned for my own self. As I entered the farm gate, I spotted the small a Farm House and a shed at the far end of the large (rather very-large) fenced property I drove towards it, on the narrow gravel road leading up to it. Looking around, I paused a moment, getting a sense for that place, Ajay’s farm! On any other day, it would have been a place of outstanding beauty, with its lush green paddy fields on either side of the gravel road peppered by large overhanging trees and all that beauty elevated many times over, in the backdrop of the beautiful sunset - it indeed was ‘the place to be’!
But right now, its proving ‘Just NOT the place to be!’ As we arrived at the entrance of the single story modestly purpose-built farm-house. We could see from the distance, Chinnayan’s noisy-bullet also made a turn into the blue-rusty gate and slowly approaching us! Ajay shouted in panic ‘What the hell does he want? His farm is a kilometer away on the other side!!’ and turned to me, ‘drive around the back of the house and stop the Jeep Aunty. I have a plan’
Nodding, I eased the jeep around the back of the house and parked in front of the cow-shed! A row of 10 cows and 2 bulls tied up there were all staring at us, some of them giving a mildly interested look, whilst others didn’t even bother and carried on masticating, ignoring the jeep completely. Clearly, they are used to the jeep and this routine. As we heard the roar of the bullet nearing, I opened the driver side door and Ajay said, ‘Come on, quickly Aunty, can you go hide behind the big tree there?’ I nodded, but hesitantly asked him before getting down, ‘Can you fetch my blouse Ajay quickly?’ He patted my shoulder again urgently, ‘Ayyyoooo!!! no time for all that Aunty, No one else is here other than us and that nosy old guy! Just go now please!’ he said with urgency in his voice, patting my still-sweaty bare back, with noisy… ‘chap… chap.. chap…’ ! pushing me out of the jeep with just the saree, topless!
As I heard the bike’s engine growling near the farm-house entrance, I stepped out of the jeep barefoot, with my sandals still inside the jeep, I tip-toed as quietly as possible towards the big neem-tree nearby! (Yes it’s Neem again!) Imran and Ajay popped out of the jeep too! Imran stood STARING at my blouse-less bare backed curvy frame rushing to the tree, totally mesmerised. Ajay asked in a low voice, chuckling, Seeing his friend’s hopeless state grabbing him by his collar, ‘So are you going to come with me or NOT?’ Imran had hardly even registered that question as his eyes were transfixed on the beautiful panty-less undulating ass in saree walking ahead of him!’ Still chuckling, shrugging his shoulders, he whispered ‘Don’t have ALL the FUN behind the tree itself!!'
Ajay left his friend and ran to the front of the house, greeting aloud, ‘Hellowwww Uncleeeeee!!!’ Imran still in trance began tip-toeing to the tree to JOIN ME!! As he killed the bike’s engine, the old neighbour Chinnayan whos may be well built still but due to his age, the sharpness of his eyes and ears beginning to fade and so signalled Ajay to come closer. As Ajay approached him ‘OHHH It’s You… Little Sudhakar!!!! ‘ rubbing his hair with affection. ‘I thought it was your father, that’s why I followed the jeep! is he not around?’
As the conversation went on, I reached the huge Neem tree right next to the cow-shed and leaning over it , peeped to get a view of the entrance from there. I had a clear line of sight and neither the old guy nor Ajay were particularly looking in my direction, so letting my guard-down, I peeped my head fully to catch the scene unfolding before me. This Neem tree though, just as its cousin earlier on, has been a happy to provide sanctuary to ‘naughty-minded-folks’! I had my body pressed against the trunk of the tree, with my hands pressed against the tree, watched the animated conversation between old Chinnayan who seemed to be in no rush and a very impatient looking Ajay. It made me smile automatically, seeing how Ajay has been ‘desperate’ to see off his unwanted visitor while contrastingly, bless-his-soul, the elderly chap seemed to have been feeling lonely, so eager to go ON and ON, happy to have found someone to converse!!
With the location completely rural and quiet, in a serene ambiance, amidst the chirping birds and a randomly mooing cow, I had no trouble listening to every single word of their ‘boring’ conversation.
At one point, continuing to tell his story enthusiastically, the old chap began walking right up to the Neem tree where I was hiding. As I grew concerned, I just then saw the woven-rope cot right under the Neem tree and worked out what the oldie had in mind. The cot has been placed under the Neem-tree’s shade and I watched chinnayan plonk himself on it.began walking RIGHT UP to the tree I was hiding behind. As I waited there hiding, concerned, in a little while, I realised that now, making himself comfortable and pulled up the Woven Rope-Cot at the entrance and Sat in it, pulling Ajay too to sit next to him, to carry with his conversation. I watched Ajay’s irritated face as he turned behind to check on me just as he sat! The whole sequence brought a big smile onto my face as our eyes met, peeping from behind the tree, I grinned at Ajay on his predicament. That only heightened his irritation as Chinnayan grabbed his hand enthusiastically, urging Ajay to listen and carried on! As Ajay nodded patiently, I watched the sequence with a chuckle, but something seemed amiss. I just realized - where is Imran?!
The timing could not have been more perfect! **As if ****to clarify my doubt, I felt a pair of hands grab my hips from behind ! In fact, my first instinct was the one of disappointment, even as I recoiled moving my own hands over his! I had let my guard down !! I’d allowed myself to be consumed so completely by this mundane exchange between the boring Oldie and Ajay, that I had failed to detect Imran’s approach - right up until he grabbed my hips!! He may have been quiet, ‘to surprise’ me - but I felt bad for not detecting his presence much earlier! Just as if, to rub salt to my wounded-ego - leaning his face on my left shoulder, gently squeezing my hips, he whispered, ‘Oh Aunty!! You seem SHOCKED? Were you not expected me?’
Chinnayan’s annoyingly loud voice literally just a few feet away on the other side of the tree, explaining in detail how the previous month’s ‘untimely’ rain had caused havoc in his fields! But there was nothing untimely with what Imran and his naughty-hands that were holding my hips! Sliding his left hand from my hip, slowly inside the pallu, he targeted my navel while moving his right hand up along my saree and grabbed my right boob! Even as I held his hands, I was not trying to do anything to stop his advances!! Just then, with his face resting on my left shoulder from behind, he began to gently nibble my left ear-lobe. Satisfied to see me sigh and lean back into his arms, he carried on palming my tits over the saree, eager to get the first feel of the nakedness of the freely jiggling boobs, as he hungrily pressed and ran his hands over the saree all over my chest! When his fingers rubbed the cotton saree over my right nipple, it instantly became stiff! Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that was Stiff as I could feel something else impressively STIFF press and push along my butt-crevice over the saree from behind, at the same time!!! The talk of the ‘untimely’ rain carried on, feet feet away on one side of the tree, while on the other side, timing to perfection - Imran has been fingering my navel under the pallu, tweaking my right nipple over the saree while dry humping me at the same time from behind!!! - Timing the moves to perfection while he gently licking me behind the left ear, driving me Crazy!!!
I gasped, jerked and writhed in pleasure, shaking all over uncontrollably, struggling real hard to control the urge to groan aloud!
Meanwhile.....
It felt super weird to listen to a completely unrelated commentary from that Old farmer about how the deep well at the farm has filled up after the rains, while my own deep-navel is being PROPERLY fingered making me go mad-crazy.
And hearing how, despite the rough weather and rain his mango grove managed to produce lovely mangoes while having my OWN mangoes properly roughed up and nipples targeted mercilessly
And hearing how there had been an ‘explosion’ of frogs all around the area after the rain which lead to increased snakes and how even last evening a huge snake managed to enter his house’s backyard while having my OWN back being invaded right then by an equally big snake!!
It just reminded me of the saying, ‘Like two sides of the same coin!’ only here, it has been playing out - ‘Two sides of the same Tree!!’
Oh gosh !!! the intensity of the whole thing was driving me insane ! I leaned over Imran with our cheeks rubbing together. With my left hand over my head, I reached for the back of his head pulling him even closer to me ( if that’s even possible!!), as our bodies intertwined as ONE in a tight embrace with Imran’s hands wrapped around me in a coil!
Eyes deeply shut, biting my lips, gripping Imran’s hair in my fist real tight, I tried hard to remain silent, to keep myself from moaning aloud even as we heard Ajay share a story from his side to the Old chap. My whole body was on Fire Inside-and-out, and Imran was in no better shape than me anyway as I could hear him gasp and take laboured breaths! As we both heard Ajay’s voice louder than usual ‘ YOU KNOW UNCLE?, THIS ONE TIME, ME and MY FRIEND AT THE FARM…’ - to compensate the old chap’s poor hearing, Imran whispered complaining, to no one in particular, ‘enough Ajay, don’t start now, let the old fool go!!’, while lazily swirling his left hand index fingernail JUST around the rim of my navel pressing the sharp tip with some force at the base of my navel while continuing to tease the very-stiff right nipple by lightly rubbing the coarse saree over it - having somehow discovered by now that rubbing of the contrasting coarse material of the cotton saree is already doing things to me! Seeing me gasp, he giggled in a low voice and turned to plant a kiss on my cheek and whispered, ‘Oh my gasping beauty’ and pushed his groin with a bit more OOOMPH from behind, shoving his tool deeper- making me moan aloud, ‘Aaaaaawwwwwwww', finally, unable to remain silent anymore!.
That interrupted the flow of events on the other side of the tree - as the Old chap held Ajay’s hand to stop him, turned around in the cot, ‘Did you hear that Ajay? ’ pointing to the tree, sounding suspicious as clearly both of them have heard my “PleasureCom” announcement loud and clear! Even the semi-deaf chinnayan hear my uncontrollable moan by the looks of it! Damn!
Suppressing his giggle, Ajay announced loudly, pointing at the cow-shed, ‘Don’t worry Uncle, I am sure It’s one of the cows! Our most beautiful cow! we call her Vandana, uncle!’ announcing aloud though his loud laughter, ‘I think Vandana loves to be MILKED!!!!’ Chinnayan repeated laughing along - ‘Oh Vandana! What as Lovely name for a cow! The name alone symbols prosperity!’. Ajay in full flow, added on. ‘Yes Uncle, not only the name is lovely, but also her looks! Though she LOVES to be Milked, Vandana is quite shy uncle and doesn’ t let just anyone touch her teats that easily’. Even as he spoke, Ajay was beginning to develop a Stiff hard on in his trousers as he lustily looked behind in the direction of the tree!!! Right through that embarrassing and harrowing experience of cheap ‘double-entendres’ I had to smile and admire how Ajay was scoring sixer after sixer there , all at my expense!.
Just then, behind the tree, Imran grinned too and whispered loudly in my ears ‘OH Fuckk Ajay, you genius!!!’ and as he said it, moved his hand from my navel upwards and right under the saree pallu to grab on to my naked left breast under the saree . he began Hungrily groping my tits, roughing me up, all of sudden, with increased intensity. I gasped, as he squeezed my melons both at the same time, his left hand squeezed directly my left boob under the saree, while his right, still over the saree roughing up the other! These were not gentle squeezes but the hunger and the manliness on display in his sudden roughness was very evident. I have to admit, I did love it !! The sudden roughness surprised me a bit, but I discovered that I CERTAINLY enjoyed being roughed-up by Imran! I could have stopped him any second, but I didn’t and let his hands maul me freely! Boy it felt good roughed-up by that rascal! At the same time we heard from behind the tree, Ajay repeat again to the Oldie, laughing how Vandana likes to be milked!!! Imran giggled too hearing that, pinching my nipples, enjoying feeling me jerk in response. Through my gasps, holding his hands I whispered back to Imran, leaning on to him fully, feeling his raging cock pressing now angrily against me, ‘I am going to Kill you friend Ajay when I get my hands on him! Naughty rascal!’
Imran, giggled in response with his focus fully on my nipples now turning the pinches to flicks and whispered, ‘Ohhh ! Just admit it Anty, you’re love this so much right?’ as he began pinching them both gently - in unison - AT THE SAME TIME - one directly and the other got pinched over the dress! Firstly the timing of it and along with it, the contrast between how the two nipples were pinched - was JUST BLOWING MY MIND Away!!!! as I moaned again aloud biting my lips, nodding my head quickly ‘admitting’ to Imran, gripping his hands tightly, shaking all over!!
Hearing my moan again, seeing the interest and concern in Chinnayan’s face grow, Ajay announced loudly, ‘and you know what Uncle? Vandana moans a lot while being Milked and especially when we play with her ‘teat’ she even squeals like a piglet!’ They both roared in laughter as he said that, just then both my nipples were held between Imran’s thumb and index fingers as be began to play with the like radio knobs, dialling and tuning them the left and right - all the way, at varying pressure!!
Shaking and shivering all over, being expertly handled by Imran, I threw my head up resting on Imran’s shoulders, feeling his very wet Kiss on the left side of my neck. Biting my lips and holding his hands tightly, I did everything I possibly could, to stop making noise - but it was proving simply impossible as I felt on ‘fire’ yet again, all through my body, as both my nipples were so expertly being played with! I moaned again, out loud, trying to keep the voice down, ‘Ummmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhh…aaaaaaahhhhwwwww….’ , alarmed at the loudness of my moan, Imran eased his ministrations and switched to gentle squeezes cupping my tits and rubbing my cheek with his, gently, whispering to me, ‘Ssssh shhshhssh… Keep it down Aunty! You don’t want to get caught by that oldie like this! with me! with your tits out!’ even as he said, he grinned, liking it the way it sounded and run awash in shame yet again, I pinched his hands that were now lazily playing with my tights and whispered back , ‘why don’t you stop these things and take your hands off me then?’ With the grin intact he shook his head and added in a slightly louder hoarse voice, ‘mmm..hmm.. Didn’t you just hear Ajay Aunty? Vandana here, loves to be milked!!!’ as he cupped my tits together giving them a ‘good squeeze’ !
Chinnayan stood up, turning around to face the tree, looking curiously in the general direction of the tree, right behind which, also happened to be the cow-shed and announced! ‘Oh the more you talk about this Vandana, the more I want to see her. Can we milk her together? seeing how she keeps moaning!’ he said laughing, eager to get hands on!
Not expecting THAT, Ajay jumped up to the rescue. ‘Oh, no no… Uncle. May be another time. As I said , Vandana is too shy!!! She won’t let you milk her the first time. She needs to be gradually worked up!, bit by bit!! I groaned hearing that as it felt very weird being described like that, using a cow as a proxy! Indeed, the naughty bastard has been working me up, BIT by BIT and I am falling into his honey-trap knowingly !!!! Fuckkk...! the thought of it made me cringe yet, weirdly, at the same time a powerful pleasure Buzz ran through me, realising that I am being manipulated slowly nevertheless!
Ajay decided to wrap it up with the old guy, ‘No time for that now Uncle, I think you should get going now! It’s getting late anyways. I have things here to finish up before it gets dark. Father has given me instructions on some clean-up chores and taking some of the produce back home. Nice of you to stop by.’
The old man nodded and began walking back to his bullet, but just then Imran had enough of my pallu! - against all ‘odds’, it somehow still was clinging to my shoulder, covering my tits partially! While continuing to play with the naked left boob gently he slowly pulled the Saree pallu down with his right hand dropping it to the floor - stripping me bare, waist up. As he cupped both tits together from below, scooping them up, looking over my shoulder at my erect pointy nipples, and the dangling yellow thread in the middle, he whispered wide-eyed , ‘GOsssshhh… these are… p..eeer..ffee..ccttttt !!’ and still holding them both from below, he began to flick my nipples with his index fingers! - timing the flicks perfectly!!
I was as a matter of fact, looking down, watching him slowly strip me off my pallu, watching it slowly slide and fall down on to the floor and how he stamped his right foot on it as it hit the floor, and how his hands slipped underneath to cup my naked boobs, that my boobs were out fully in the open - being caressed by the fresh cool breeze, and how both my pointy nipples were shining like that Jeep’s headlights! Just as I registered the whole sequence unfold in slow-motion, taking it all in, feeling extremely sensual, at that very moment, his index fingers slipped up from under my tits and began flicking my nipples! Ohhh Gosssshhh!!! As my nipples were rubbed ‘in sync’, I shuddered and as he continued to flick, I began Shaking all over and losing my composure within seconds, I let out an uncontrollable guttural moan, throwing my head on his shoulder, ‘Aaaaaaaww…….wwwwww……..wwww’ …..
That stopped the Old chap Chinnayan on his way back to the Bike, and he turned to Ajay and asked him suspiciously - ‘Are you sure Ajay it’s your cow? It really sounded more like a human this time! I really need to see this cow,‘ and began turning. Ajay laughed, holding his hand, ‘Oh Uncle, as I said Vandana is very very shy uncle. I have a lot of work to finish today evening and we don’t have time for this. Next time, I will take you to see Vandana, if possible. If not, we also have another lovely cow too called Srija, which is also really nice!
As I heard that resting both my hands, on Imran’s hands, leaning over him, I slapped his hands from my tits, breaking away from Imran, whispering very annoyed, ‘Now Your friend is overdoing it! SRIJA COW? Rascal Ajay, Am going to KILL him when he comes here!’ I said turning to face Imran. As I did, I noticed Imran paid ZERO attention to what I said to him and he was totally STARING wide-eyed at my tits on full display, mumbling, ‘yes aunty, kill him aunty, do whatever you want’ he said licking his lips absently eyeing every inch of my upper torso, taking it all in, as a grin formed on his lips, and lust just rained from his face! Just as how Ajay has been selling the Vandana cow as very very shy, overcome by shyness, I quickly covered my nakedness with the hands across my chest. Imran chuckled softly as he grabbed me by my bare shoulders, rubbing his hands along my sides, he pushed me against the tree and planted a quick kiss on my forehead whispering, ‘Best pair of Tits in the world… No doubt!!!!’ It was not even as a compliment to me, but it sounded more like an observation, a notes he made for himself.
While we both heard the Srija commentary in the background, loud enough - “ This one, Srija is properly tamed, not so shy anymore uncle and would love to let you touch and Milk readily! “
As he nodded laughing and repeated the name ‘Srija’ and remarked -’All your cows have very nice names’ , Ajay nodded walking along with him all the way to the bike, adding, ‘Oh.. haha.. thank you uncle, I am pretty sure, an experienced Bull like you can still handle Srija with ease.’ Not getting the actual context, he laughed aloud, walking to his Bike, finally choosing to sit on it.
Meanwhile, Imran brought his hands to the front, sliding down along my shoulders as he pushed me properly against that giant Neem-tree trunk. Admiring how I stood with my arms crossed covering my bare tits (or most of them) shifting left to right, burning in shame, being objectified like this by Imran. He leaned closer and kissed one of my cheeks mumbling, ‘Its SO HOT Aunty when your cheeks turn so red when you stand like this ALL SHY you know?’ as he spoke, he grabbed one of my hands and tried to pull it away from my chest. But as I resisted, he let go of it and stepping back a little, he grinned big a the sight of the Deep cleavage presented in front of him at the space ‘in between’ my hands covering up my tits.
Muttering ‘Ahaaaa! Wiggle time again!!, he abruptly slipped his index finger right down my exposed cleavage pushing it nicely between my tits allowing the finger wedge ‘properly’ between my bunched up tits - ignoring my fierce protests in whisper, ‘Stop it, you Scoundrel Imran! The old idiot is still here!!’ He laughed back ‘So? when has that stopped us from doing anything?’ saying so he ran his finger along my cleavage UP and DOWN - gently wiggling it enjoying how I sizzled, biting my lips and looking away, - and remarked while doing so , ‘OHH you know very well Aunty, I LOVE to wiggle my finger! especially in such intimate places’ as he said, he moved his other hand right down to my crotch and so unexpectedly palmed me right there between my thighs, discovering to the best of his abilities the ‘outline’ of my pussy-lips, gave me a good grope with my saree pleats BUNCHED UP in his hand. ‘intimate places like HERE! Did you forget aunty how I wiggled my finger down here at your bedroom in the afternoon!’ giving it another grope, and kissed my cheek again even as I jerked in-response! In a mumbling voice I whispered, ‘STOP…Stop it.. stop it please Imran..ssssh…sssh lower your voice’ as I spoke I turned my head to hear better to see if the old bastard has gone and as I still heard the yap-yapping, I sighed and moved my right hand down to slap Imran’s hand off my crotch while moving my left hand to slap his other hand on my chest and hissed somewhat angrily. ‘CAN’T YOU WAIT A BIT LONGER? I don’t want us to get caught out by that old chap OK?’ bringing the hands back to the chest to cover up - satisfied to see a somewhat shaken Imran!
‘Alright, alright sorry Aunty.’ as he said rubbing my shoulders he gently peeped his head out to check and pulled back to report - ‘You’re right, it shouldn’t be long! Chinnayan’s is already on his Bike! Any minute now…., BUT in the meantime’ as he spoke he quickly lowered himself in front of me, ignoring my urgent, ‘In the meantime? , WHAT? What is it rascal!!!?’ he knelt down in front of me, and held me by my hips and looked up, squeezing my hips lazily, enjoying the sight of me standing topless, awkwardly covering up, with that heavenly view of my tits in spilling over the sides of my hands and the red-faced look of embarrassment, capturing it all, took his time making eye-contact with me, whispered loud enough to answer my question, ‘In the meantime aunty…’ and pausing, he suddenly grabbed my hips tightly and buried his face right onto my crotch, right over the saree pleats…and began SHAKING HIS HEAD!! I could feel his nose nudge my inner thighs and brush along my pussy lips, as I parted my legs wider impulsively letting out a sharp squeal as I just didn’t see this naughty playfulness coming, one bit!! Finally, unable to take it anymore as I lowered my hands and grabbed him by his hair piulling his head off my privates, shouting in a hushed tone, ‘STOP IT Imran, Pl….hheeass…seee’ I pleaded… unable to contain my embarrassed laughter as he pulled his face out and looked at me with a silly grin plastered on his face, with his eyes slipped down again to take in the gorgeous iew of my freely-jiggling tits as I stood leaning forwards grabbing his hair with both my hands! Seeing the way he stared, I smiled, twisting my lips, burning in shame, slapping the back of his head, Haaaard, ‘STOP IT Rascal, stop staaaringggg…! ‘ I said in a hoarse loud whisper as I let go of him and leaned back on to the tree again , moving my hands. back to my tits, covering them up loosely. A giggling imran too reached forwards, still holding me by my hips, whispered back, ‘Wasn’t it good Aunty? I know you liked it… Its so clear from your smile ! haha’ and as I looked down at him smiling back nodding shyly, he announced, ‘Oh its only beginning’ and with that he dived forwards to bury his face over my tummy and I felt my own head hit the tree with a Loud THUD as I threw my head back Feeling his HOT TONGUE enter my navel, letting out a Loud Gasp… involuntarily lowering my hands from my tits to rub his hair… As I lowered my hands to caress his hair, moaning aloud now, through the roar of the fired up Bike engine in the background, Imran’s hands too moved up along my sides to my waist first and then moved sideways to reach my underboobs first and taking his time to gently caress me there a while, as he began to DART his tongue in DEEP inside my navel, hearing me not holding out anymore and moan aloud, with the loud noise of the bike’s engine in the background…
Finally Chinnayan conveyed his regards to Ajay’s father and began rolling away! Just as the sound of the Bike Engine’s roar receded slowly, the “timing-king” Imran’s hands advanced up towards my nipples slowly too! As the Bike’s noise faded away, just to keep the ambient noise-levels constant, the intensity and the decibel levels of my moans and grunts grew - as Imran’s been doing a STELLAR job of licking my navel with his tongue! He simply is a ‘natural’ and is keen to show-case his gifted abilities.. As his tongue swirled inside my navel he varied it all! At this young age not only did he have a good grasp at my free-hanging tits - but also grasped at the core concepts like ‘variation is the KEY to keeping up at the interest-levels high!’His tongue swirled around, pushed, poked and attacked my navel with varying intensity, pressure and level of wetness! For all it takes, he was treating my body as his biology lab like he said to me earlier and is very very efficiently observing my reactions to his moves from his experiments, drawing accurate inferences from them and adapted things along!
As I groaned in delirium, his hands reached up my nipples and began playing with them. I shouted in response with my eyes shut, grabbing his hair with both my hands ‘OHHHH Gosssh,, OHH My Gaaawdd… Uffff.. uuuuuuuuuu…,mmmmmmpppph’ shivering and jerking all over uncontrollably. While neither of us noticed or cared anyway, Ajay standing right next to us!! As he stepped quietly to the back of the tree, after sending off the old idiot, the scene unfolding in front of him- Imran in full-action and me surrendering totally, to Imran’s bewitched hands and tongue - was so spell-binding, that he stood there, transfixed - watching us in UTTER FASCINATION!!!!!
Feeling the “compulsive urge” to capture and freeze that moment oozing of sensuality, his hand slipped in his trouser-pocket and almost mechanically, pulled out his camera and began recording the ‘action’ !!!!
As the sound of the Bullet faded away in the distance, I began filling that void by screaming aloud and thrashing around, with my bare back pressed against the rough trunk of the “naughty-neem” tree being roughed up by that lovable fellow Imran!! I ‘OOOOHHHWWW You rascal Imrann… UFFFFF…uuuhhhh…’ I shouted, grabbing and pulling his hair hard, while slapping his upper back repeatedly! My love(ly) assaults only energised him more as he began in-earnest to ‘tongue-fuck’ my navel while his hands roughly grabbed and slapped my tits together! Ignoring my fresh squeals, bunching my tits he began playing, yet again with my erect nipples, tormenting them with gentle pinches and flicks - alternating! I had lost it fully squealed at high-pitch (like a piglet??!!) uncontrollably now! Unbeknownst to me, I was ‘performing’ so well for Ajay as he stood there gleefully capturing it all, still in disbelief at what’s unfolding in front of his eyes!!!
Every cell in my body was on fire as Imran’s finger nails dug INTO both my nipples at the ‘same time’, while he SLOWLY, deliberately swirled his tongue, tracing the rim of the saliva-coated navel! As I groaned aloud, he very gently slipped his tongue into my navel - deep, little by little, teasing me properly along the way, pulling his tongue out abruptly, making sure I ‘CRAVED’ for it, enjoying my sputtered gasps in frustration every time he pulled his tongue out!
Very quickly getting the ‘hang of the game’ he began darting his tongue in and out of my navel inflicting the slightest possible lick, only to recoil back his tongue again, tormenting me with boulders of pleasure at every little poke of his HOT tongue!
After a few moments, deciding to ‘up the game’ , he began squeezing my left breast , cupping it fully with his right hand, palming me properly while his left hand finger nails, zoned in, crowded around my right nipple, as he began pinching my right nipple holding and pulling at it, while digging his nails in at the same time, causing mild-pain but mile-high pleasure, evident from my high-pitched squeal of course which by now, the naughty rascals have known to read it as a ‘thumbs-up’ signal from me!! With both my tits hungrily mauled, as he slipping his tongue FULLY down my navel now and began swirling around my WET navel with a loud sloshing noise - I wailed aloud, ‘Ohhhhwwww…. Imm…rrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn….. ‘ with words failing me, shivering all over, I let go of his hair and held his hands playing with my tits. Overcome by a huge pleasure wave, I reached forwards to kiss his left hand that was insanely kneading my right breast! As I reached forwards to kiss his hand, I opened my eyes. ****
What I saw was magical!! A view akin to staring at the pearly gates!
TWO manly hands, mauling my tits while, through the ‘valley’ the sight of a big-head buried up against my tummy!
I stood there taking that scene in, all of it, spellbound, for a long moment - feeling Imran’s hot breath against my tummy even as his tongue swirling inside my navel kept giving me rollercoaster ride!
Just then at the periphery, I caught sight of something else and as I looked up, there it was, a boring sight of Ajay! Wait WHAT?! AJAY? and WHAT the Heck is he doing? WHAT is THAT in his hand?? is he FILMING THIS??!!!! - my mind had trouble processing this new information rushing in, even as I am busy being fuzzy and still moaning at the fresh flick of my nipple!!
Ajay realized that he has been made, but with that naughty smile stood still as if nothing happened and carried on recording with a chuckle seeing me lock eyes with him in the middle of a MOAN! In his mind, he thought, this would be their best ever creation ever as he compared it to all the candid clips and vids they have been compiling featuring Srija !!
next few moments turned out to be almost comical, embarrassingly comical, at my expense! right through the moan, feeling awkward at spotting Ajay, I let out a groan that turned out to be something like - ‘mmmmaaaaaahhhh….aaa..aAAAajjjaaaaaa….yyyyyyyyyyyy… S..ttttttooppp …’ nd feeling both my nipples pulled and pinched by Imran with renewed urgency at the same time, I groaned, shaking all over, in an equal mix of pleasure, annoyance and shame, biting my lips, as I let out a big groan - ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaw…. Im..rr..aaan.. Don’tttt!!!’ slapping both his hands, trying to straighten up, sensing my cheeks burning in shame, finally finding my voice, I shouted, STOP THAT AJAY , RIGHT NOW!’ while pushing Imran’s hands off me.
Imran pulled his face back and lowered his hands back to my hips, holding me in place as he admired his handiwork - the fantastic sight of my tummy painted WET, thanks to his Artistic prowesss!!! As I screamed for Ajay to stop, Imran began tickling me by digging his fingers into my hips mercilessly, making me jump and squeal, and Ajay’s camera captured that lovely sight of my jiggling tits as I jumped around to escape Imran’s mean hands Squealing and laughing, Nooooo!! Rasscal DONT’ Dont do that stopp… pleaasee…eeee.. stop!! eeeeye…eeeeyyy Im..rraaan …’ jumping and jerking around as he carried on poking my left hip while quickly moved his hand to poke my navel and quickly flick his index finger inside to wiggle properly, laughing aloud, relishing at the sight of me jumping around in his hold , uncontrollably, helplessly, pleading him to stop! ‘Stop WHAT Aunty?’ he asked me back innocently, while laughing aloud, turning to look at Ajay’s phone to strike a quick pose and WINK triumphantly with my beet-red, embarrassed face in the background as he kept wiggling his finger in my navel while squeezing my hip at the sametime!
Finally I managed to grab his hands and pull him off me forcefully, and shouted at Ajay to STOP at once trying to pull my pallu back from the ground, but Imran was properly stepping on it, as he just stood up after I pushed him off me. But he showed no indication of moving away from it and stood stamping at the pallu, looking at me, as if nothing happened! Feeling utterly frustrated, I let go of the attempt to pull back at the pallu, yelling again, ‘Imraaaan….’ gritting my teeth. Brining my hands across my shoulders to cover my my tits I repeated, ‘Can you please stop filming Ajay?’
He immediately stopped recording and putting the phone in his pocket replied in a cheerful voice with a trace of chuckle, ‘Why what’s wrong Aunty! You were performing so well!’ and as I shook his head showing my disapproval and annoyance, he laughed aloud, ‘hahaaa… sorry, sorry aunty, that was a bit over the top. But YOU WERE SO BEAUTIFUL! Seriously! What I saw was simply other worldly!’ he said still reminiscing a bit from the action he saw. As Imran too laughed, stepping away andquickly pulled my pallu from the floor, dusting it too and wrapped over my shoulder, with ‘care’, muttering ‘I am sorry too aunty, but I have to agree with Ajay. You are THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING there is! EVER!’ and quickly reached up, to hug me and planted a quick kiss on my head. Clearly Imran’s the more romantic type while Ajay’s the mean mischief mongering type (or is it ?) Being called, ‘the most beautiful’ in 2 successive sentences in under the same minute actually did things to calm me down and my heart began filling with that familiar warm glow again, when I am surrounded by these naughty, but loveable rascals!
As I adjusted the pallu, regaining a semblance of composure, it felt weird being caught out like that! Imran gently rubbed my bare shoulders again, but as Ajay immediately pulled his phone out pointing at me jokingly ,as if to begin filming with that mischievous smile returning to his face! Brushing Imran’s hand off me, I walked up to Ajay with very embarrassed, still annoyed at him for pulling that cheeky stuff on me! ‘Ajay you rogue!! How dare you took your phone out to record ME!!!!!! You know who I AM !!! I am not your Srija teacher, remember? Give me your phone you Silly Boy!! ’ , He responded hiding his fear well, switching instantly to a ‘Puss-in-Boots’ Face, stuffing his phone urgently back in his pocket, ‘I said sorry already Aunty, but NOWAYY! I am not giving the phone! Not until I’ve watched it at least once, We all should. It is beautiful!’
Even before I could say anything, he swiftly got on one knee and holding my hands, modulating his voice accordingly, ‘Please.. Aunty. Pleaaase!! Let us recall the moments - how so beautifully Imran pinned you down on to the tree to play with this treasure trove!’, as he said he, while still holding my wrists with his right hand, he slipped his left hand to move my pallu aside, to expose my still wet navel ! Looking at it longingly, ‘Please Aunty ! Look at Imran’s handiwork, ‘ he said with that naughty grin returning to his lips, ‘SO WET and GLISTENING Still!! SEEE! Don’t you want to see too how he did that? Would be wonderful to see again how he properly conquered you to become the Emperor of Madhya Pradesh!!! ’ he said that trying to keep a serious-face! Imran laughed aloud from behind me hearing that, repeating aloud, so proudly, ‘Thanks dude for the title! loving it, Maharaja of Madhya-Pradesh! Haha!!’ he said repeating aloud again. It didn’t strike me at first, what he meant by Madhya Pradesh, and I looked at him blankly, but when Imran repeated, it only then dawned on to me! Burning in shame, as Imran was laughing, I couldn’t help but smile along too, shyly! Freeing my hands from Ajay’s hold, I grabbed his face, PINCHING HIS CHEEKS, added in a shrill voice, ‘You know, You are a very naughty fellow!!’ shaking my head in disapproval, even as I smiled. ‘Ahh Tell me something I don’t know Aunty!’ with that, he reached up to hug me, throwing both arms around me!
Next instance, I found his left cheek pressed firmly against my tummy and his hands around me at my waist slipping down, began palming my butt cheeks gently over my saree, even as I stood ‘undecided’ looking around, at the suddenness of this ‘move’ blurting out in awkward laughter - ‘eeeyyiiii… Ajay .. wh..aat are you doing? OK …OK… that’s enough! Fine… Ok…… Enough!! listen….’ squirming uneasily, running my hands over his hair as I felt his hot breath on my tummy! Just then all 10 of his fingers had engaged in ‘measuring’ the contours of my butt crevice over the saree, tracing along, in no hurry! The slowness, the casualness, the gentleness, the calmness with which he fingered my butt-crack actually had the extreme opposite effect- as it made me JOLT!!
Letting out a yelp, ‘Heey…ss..ss..tttop.. Ajaay…Ok… but the video gets deleted after you’d seen it once OK?’ I shouted in a high-pitched voice, squirming, as Ajay was casually feeling me up, enjoying my distinct discomfort. He nodded, reaching forward to plant a deep kiss right onto my navel while properly kneading my ass, over the saree and whispered, ‘Whatever you say Aunty, YOU are in control!!’ as he spoke, looked up at me, locking eye contact while massaging my butt cheeks properly! I gasped and pushed his hands away quickly, with a shake of my head, ‘At this rate, I doubt I will be in any sort of control!’ and walked ahead, pushing aside Ajay.