Desires of an Indian Mind Ch. 01

I have been working on this series for quite some time. This series would contain a storyline within few characters who would play a vital role in the series that will follow. I was not able to categorize this series to a specific one. The series would slowly start with teenage love, some mature romance, incest and anal sex and slowly move on to non-consent and some hardcore sex. If any of this category does not please your interest, feel free to the skip this series and move on. My writing skills are not something that is appreciated, so kindly excuse me if you feel i have done a mediocre job in writing this story.

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My name is Rajesh Aiyer. I am 30 years old working in a multinational company in Mumbai. I am cheerfully hitched to Pari who is 28 years old and works as an interior designer in Mumbai. It's just been a year since we got married and on mutual consent we decided we would expand our family only when we are financially stable. We live in a leased apartment in Mumbai and are occupied in our work life.

I am writing this story to share my sexual experience which happened to me in the last decade. I am changing the identities and names of the people in this story to respect their privacy, likewise parts of the story which I believe ought to have occurred than the reality.

It began 10 years back, when I was 20 years old and was pursuing my Bachelors Degree in Computer science engineering in a city called Coimbatore in South India. My dad is a Bank official and my mom is a house maker. I have an elder sister named Richa who was pursuing MD in Medicine during that time. Let me tell you something about me, I am average build, moderately fair and like to keep myself fit. During those days, I had grown long hair and always tied it with a knot. The style was trending back then and girls dig it. I was still virgin then and loved watching porn and read erotic stories. I jacked off on an average of 3 times a week and I cum a lot when I climax. My cock is an average 7 inch, like the most of us have but it is its knob that is unusually thick. It is uncircumcised with thick green veins running its whole length. I am known to be cool kid around my neighborhood. I like to talk a lot and I knew how and when a charm a women, but when it comes to getting laid I was a loser.

Let me give you the structural details of the apartment I live in and the neighbors around me. This is important as I intend to keep these characters engaged in the narration that follow after this story. We lived in an apartment called 'HAPPY HOMES' which is a three storey building. Two flats in every floor which is separated by stairs in the centre. We had a terrace to the apartment which can be entered through the second floor with a help of a ladder. At the end of the ladder is a small metal door which has a vertical opening. The terrace is normally prohibited for anyone because the terrace does not have any protective closures. It just has two water tanks and a small passage between the two tanks which will leads to a small area that is normally hidden from direct view. The passage is a narrow one and one would have to bend down and crawl to get to the small open zone. Behind this open zone is a small wall of 6 feet which is the only protective edge in the entire terrace. This small open zone was our hang out place and could accommodate 4 people at a time. The area is surrounded by walls on either side of the small sneaky entrance, 6 feet wall behind and was open in the top. The apartment management felt that the terrace has no safe edges and decided to keep the metal door bolted and the keys to the same was only with Mr. Thangappa, the security guard of the apartment. 'Happy Homes' is an apartment filled with greenery around it. From the main road one would not be able to get the direct view of the apartments. From the main gate to the apartments, the pathway is surrounded with lush green tress and a small park .The apartment has its own parking lot towards the back of the apartment. The parking lot has six car sheds for the residents of the apartment. From the corner of the parking lot leads a small passage to the generator room which is around 60 meters away from the apartment. The generator room is attached with a small one bedroom area for Mr. Thangappa.

Our apartment as mentioned is a 3 storey building which has two flats every floor. I will be giving you the details of the people who lived in the apartment at that point of time.

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Ground level

Ground level flats were (G-A) that was towards the left of the entrance to the building and (G-B) towards the right.

G-A was occupied by Mrs. Heena Banu, aged 55, a retired government servant with 3 daughters and 2 sons. Her husband died after a tragic road accident. Her Eldest daughter is Mrs. Nazeema Banu aged 28, married with a daughter of three years Riyana. Nazeema's husband Mr. Masoom was in the Middle East and did not return after he left. Farooq, aged 25 is the eldest son working in a clothing showroom. Second daughter Ms. Noora Banu, aged 23 worked as a front desk attendee in a hospital. Third daughter Ms. Haseena Banu, aged 21 failed her 10th grade and was at home ever since. Youngest son Mr. Shabaz, aged 20 studied Engineering with me in the same college that I studied.

G-B was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Stany D'souza, a newly wedded couple. Mr. Stany, aged 32 owns a travel agency and Mrs. Teena D'souza, aged 27 was a house wife.

First Floor

First floor flats were (F-A) that was towards the left of the stairs and (F-B) towards the right.

F-A was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Mukunda Aiyer. That's my father who is a retired Bank manager aged 58 and my mother is Mrs. Sukanya Aiyer aged 50, homemaker. My father was also the president of the apartment 'Happy Homes' and was responsible for the maintenance of the apartment. My sister is Ms. Richa Aiyer, aged 24 and I'm Rajesh Aiyer, aged 20.

F-B is a vacant flat (the previous owner hanged himself there, hence difficult to find a new tenant). My dad has the keys to this flat.

Second floor

Second floor flats were (S-A) towards the left of the stairs and (S-B) towards the right.

S-A was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Vasantha Krishna. Mr. Vasantha Krishna, aged 52 was a government employee in the postal service. He was a drunkard and his wife Mrs. Asha, aged 39 was a homemaker. They have a son Arun, aged 19 who was studying arts in a local college.

S-B was occupied by Mrs. Seema, aged 37. She was divorced and lives with her daughter Ms. Shifali, aged 18. She is pursuing bachelor's degree in Science. Mrs. Seema works as an HR manager for a marketing firm.

Summer of 2008

I was always with Shabaz and Arun and we were all of the same age group. We were the trio of the 'Happy Homes'. We used to share all the things that happened amongst us and all of us were prude when it comes to sex. Shabaz was very skinny and fair. Arun on the other hand was build like a bull. He was tall, dark but nowhere near handsome. He had a foul mouth which came after his father Mr. Vasantha, who would often come back from work drunk and would fight with his mother Mrs. Asha. The very environment in which he was brought up was harsh and that in turn replicated in his behavior.

Arun and I owned Motorbike. Shabaz would always hop on my bike and we three would ride our bikes towards the nearest Women's College. We would always park our bikes opposite to the college main gate and drool over every girl that passes by. We would then comment on their body structure, ogle at them shamelessly and would wink our eyes at them when our eye contact met. This was our daily routine in the evenings.

We saw a women pass by us in a black sari which was tied was below her naval. She must be one of the young professors in the college, only they wore saris. She had a backless blouse and she definitely knew how to sway that ass when she walked. Her bra straps were see through and were tightly held to her skin.

"Aaaah. I just want to rip her clothes off and fuck that big ass day and night," said Arun rubbing his dick over his pants right in the public. The outline of his large member was visible outside his pant. It did not matter to him if anyone would be watching his public display of lust; he never really cared what others thought about him.

"Have some decency bro, this is a public place. Behave yourself," said Shabaz who was now embarrassed of his friends behavior.

"You scary punk, you don't get to tell me what to do and what not to," said angry Arun. He then lit a cigarette and started smoking in open. His very look would scare off any women. The cigarette in his hand made it worse.

"Cool down brothers. We are here cool off our eyes. Look at all those young ripe melons around you. Watch them jiggle and enjoy the god's crazy creations," I said laughing lightly and lightening the mood there.

"Hmmm yeah, we are 20 years old and still virgins. Watching these sexy girls just makes me horny. I can't even jack off at home, my sisters are always around. They would not let me use bathroom more than 15 min, they would start asking me what I was doing for so long. This is just frustrating" said Shabaz who was now visibly frustrated.

Amidst our conversation, my eyes were fixed on the main gate of the college. I was waiting for her, the one who skips my heartbeat every time I see her. Right then I saw her; she was walking out of the main gate of the college. Just before she turned towards the bus stand, she looked towards us and smiled. She had few books in her hand and carried a side bag. She was short and has amazing assets. She was wearing green salwaar kameez which showed her fit body structure. She has amazing boobs and her salwaar was finding it very difficult to keep them confined within them. She wore white tight pants. The outline of her ass could be seen clearly. She definitely was prick tease. She just swayed her ass as she walked towards the nearest bus stop. I just stood there watching her, and I knew her smile was only meant for me.

"Hey. Did you just see that? Shifali smiled at me!" said a excited Arun who threw his cigarette away and blew the last smoke with swag. I tried to control my giggle as I knew that smile was never meant for him. What I never told Shabaz and Arun is that Shifali would always text me. She was close to my sister Richa and I managed to take her phone number from my sister's phone.

"Yeah Right," I said mocking Arun. Shabaz giggled.

"Look you punks. I'm going to offer her a bike ride home. Let's see who really is a loser here," said Arun who quickly kick started his bike and went towards the bus stand where Shifali was now waiting for the bus.

"He is going to make a joke on himself," said Shabaz. "Let's just wait and watch what happens," I said and we watched him eagerly to see what would happen.

Arun drove his bike towards the bus stop where Shifali was standing. We saw them talking to each other. I saw how Shifali's facial expression changed. Arun must have asked her something inappropriate. Then we saw those exchanging words. Finally we saw Shifali spat on the floor as a sign of disgust. Luckily for her the bus came and she boarded the bus and left. We saw how other girls in the bus stand looked at Arun with disgust.

"Oh my! Arun will kill me if I pull his leg now," said Shabaz. "You better be silent now," I told him.

We saw an angry Arun riding his bike towards us. "That fat fucking bitch! I'm going to fuck her so bad," said Arun who was now panting hard and face visibly angry. "She stays right next to my flat! Never ever does she see my face? She called me Black bull, Black fucking bull. That arrogant mother fucking bitch, she will have it for this. And you two, if you ever talk anything about what happened today, I'm going to rip your head off," said a very angry Arun.

"OK, OK, chill. We aren't going to tell anyone anything. We are friends. Remember," I said consoling Arun.

"I want to booze today! I need it badly," said frustrated Arun.

"Yeah, it's been some time we had alcohol," said Shabaz.

"Oh k then, we will meet up at 7:30pm in our hangout spot -the terrace. But who will get the booze?" I asked them

"It's on me today," said Arun.

"But the keys to bolted door of terrace is with Thangappa," said Shabaz.

"I borrowed the keys from Thangappa yesterday," answered Arun.

"Cool! Let's get back to our home and meet up later. Arun, would you take Shabaz along with you? I need to use the cyber café for my project work in college," I told them.

"Oh k, But don't be late," said Arun who started the bike. Shabaz hopped along and they left. Once they left I quickly took out my phone and texted Shifali. I was eager to know what happened in the bus stand with Arun.

"What happened at the bus stop? You looked worried," I texted her from my phone.

"I hate your friend. He asked me if I need a drop home," she replied.

"Why was he angry?" I asked her.

"He made a comment on my body. I just can't stand him. Uncivilized bastard!" she replied.

I dint know what to text her back, that's when I got another text.

"Forget what happened with Arun, it does not bother me. Hey, I have some doubts in my subject Computer science. My finals are nearing. Could you help me with it? Richa told me you are good with the subject," she asked.

I could not believe my luck. Gods were in my favor today.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Place and time?" I asked her.

"I will let you know soon. Ba bye sweetie pie" she replied. I was on top of the world. I happily went back home.

Even though we stay in the same apartment, we never spoke to each other. The aunts in the building have preying eyes and would cook up stories about us and I did not want any such rumors reach my parents. Indian parents would get mad when they get to know their children are not focused on studies and something like teenage love can never be justified with them.

My cell phone beeped again. It was text from my sister Richa. "Parents are leaving to Bangalore on emergency. Mama(my mom's eldest brother) met with an accident. What time would you be home?"she asked.

I was not surprised about my mama's death. He was bed ridden from last 3 months. I knew this was coming. Last month I and my sister visited him. My parents would not want us to miss our classes. So I knew they would leave without us to complete the death rituals. Today, I have already committed to Arun that I will be there to booze. I did not want to make his day worse and so I replied, "I will be there at 11 o clk."

"Oh k cool, just call me when you are about to reach home," she texted. That was unusual. She never asks me to call her for anything. There were instances when we stayed at home without our parents around. She never really cared if I was there or not. We never spoke to each other than it was absolutely necessary. We were siblings who never really got connected.

"Oh k. Will call you when I reach," I texted her back.

I started my bike and went to cyber café nearby to work on my college project. Time flew by and it was already 7:00pm. That's when I heard the phone ringing. It was Arun and I picked up the call immediately.

"Where the fuck are you?" asked an angry Arun.

"Will be there in 15 minutes," I told him.

"Get some cigarettes," he told me. I said alright and dropped the call.

My bike was Yamaha RX 100 and anybody in the neighborhood could hear my bike engine within 100 meters of circumference. When I was about to reach our apartment, I parked it outside the compound wall to make sure my sister does not hear me and walked towards my apartment. I did not want her to know that I reached the apartment. As I approached near, I saw that lights to my flat were lit except for one room which was Richa's. I knew Arun and Shabaz must already be in our hangout zone in the terrace and would probably have started without me.

The parking lot for 'Happy Homes' was behind the apartments. One would have to take their vehicle from the right side of the apartment through the narrow road. There was 6 sheds all attached and had rolling shudders to every single one of them. From the edge of the last shed, was a narrow lane which went till the generator room. The narrow passage to the generator room was quite filled with bushes and covered from plain sight.

I slowly climbed the stairs wondering how mad Arun would be for not being there on time. When I was about to take the second floor. I smashed into something and I fell back. My head hit the floor and something heavy fell on me.

That's when I heard a sweet voice, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I was going to the grocery shop to get vegetables. I din see you coming. Does it hurt? Should I call an ambulance? Oh my god. What have I done?" said Shifali. She was all over me; I could feel her heavy breasts on me. I could not believe my luck. I slowly lifted my hands and placed it over her hips and acted as if I was trying to help her up.

"Too many questions," I said.

"Sorry?" she asked as if she did not understand.

"I said you ask too many questions. And its ok, I'm not hurt," I said now trying to get up and never really leaving my grip on her hips.

We both stood up and were awkwardly close to each other. My face was next to hers and she smelled so good. Her aroma was elegant and mild. Her hair was partially wet; maybe she just had a shower. I slowly released my grip on her. My head was hurting, so I started rubbing my head. She saw it and immediately offered to help and started rubbing my head with her hands. She wore a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts that hardly went down to her thighs. She was irresistible. I wanted to feel her up. I could not let this opportunity go away. So I decided to initiate things and I slowly put my hands on her hips as if was the normal thing to do and pulled her towards me.

"Ahh!" she said and smiled seductively. She was caught off guard. But her expressions said she liked what I did.

That gave me some confidence and I said, "You look so beautiful."

She felt shy and said, "Thank you, are you hurt?" she enquired.

I did not want to end this magic moment so I said, "Yes I do, my head is hurting me. I hit the ground very hard," and then I slowly started to run my hands along her hips. I just could not take it anymore. I wanted to feel her up, wanted to drool all over her. I suddenly held a tight grip on her.

"Ouch. Hey. Now you are hurting me," she said this with seductive grin on her face. I slowly brought my right hand towards her front and slowly moved it towards her stomach, felling her up all the way. She is 34-26-36 and has lovely face that none could resist. I just could not control myself anymore.

I suddenly pushed her towards the wall and pressed myself on her. My cock which was hard as rock in my pants started rubbing across her mound and I slowly started humping her. This was my first time and it was too much for me. I tried to control myself. I did not want to wet my pants. There was a wet patch of pre cum in my pants.

"Hey what are you doing? Someone might just see us," she said. I was happy that she was not worried about what was happening but was worried if she will be caught. That gave a confidence that Shifali also wanted this. My hands were on a firm grip on her hips. She had that fuck me look on her eyes.

"I like your rosy rips," I said and I slowly brought my right hand towards her lips and ran my fingers across it.

"Hey, it's my strawberry lip glows," she said and giggling slowly. Teenage girls are very conscious on their looks. Her lips were very inviting. I had dreamt of chewing her lips.

I had to do it and I went for it. I said, "I'm hungry for strawberries." and kissed her wildly. This was my first kiss and thanks to the movies and porn that I watch, I knew how exactly to kiss her. She started responding by playing with her tongue. I slowly started to rub her stomach with my right hand whereas my left hand moved towards her ass. I slowly started molding it. My right hand slowly moved upwards under her t-shirt. I started feeling her up. Played with her naval and moved up to find her bra covered boobs. I started to press her ass and boobs in sync and that's when she started pushing her mound to my cock. "Aaaah. That hurts... But feels so good," she said.