TMKOC: Jethalal Tastes Babita’s Bengali Booty

Jethalal and Babita had always felt strongly attracted to each other but never acted upon it due to societal norms and expectations. However, one fateful day, they found themselves alone in Babita’s house. Their desires became too much to resist.

Jethalal and Babita were alone in Babita’s house because Jethalal had planned this whole thing. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He knew that Babita was an easy target. He had taken advantage of her husband, Iyer, being out of town for the week.

Jethalal had always been a white supremacist and was determined to make Babita his own. He had convinced Babita to let him come over to help her with household chores, but he had a more explicit agenda in mind.

As Jethalal arrived at Babita’s doorstep, he could feel his heart pounding. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened, and there stood Babita, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Hello, Jetha Ji,” she said with a smile. “Please come in.”

Jethalal stepped inside and followed Babita into her living room. They sat on the couch, and Babita offered Jethalal a cup of tea.

“Thank you, Babita ji,” Jethalal said, accepting the cup. “This tea is very good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Babita said, smiling at him. “So, what brings you here today?”

Jethalal hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Babita raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Jethalal took a deep breath. “Babita ji, I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but lately, I’ve felt something more than just friendship towards you.”

Babita’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jethal Ji, I had no idea.”

“I know. I’ve been keeping it to myself for a while now,” Jethalal admitted. “But I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Babita ji, I have feelings for you, and I wanted to know if you feel the same way.”

Babita sat there for a moment, staring at Jethalal. Then, she took a deep breath and spoke. “Jethal Ji, I appreciate your honesty. But I don’t feel the same way. I value our friendship too much to risk losing it.”

Jethalal’s heart sank. “I understand, Babita ji,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment. “I just wanted to be honest and tell you how I feel.”

Babita placed a hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate that, Jethal Ji. And I hope that we can still be friends.”

Jethalal nodded, trying to smile. “Of course, Babita ji. I wouldn’t want to lose your friendship.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their tea. Jethalal couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but he was glad he had been honest with Babita. After his tea, he returned to helping Babita Ji with her chores.

As they worked side by side, Jethalal couldn’t help but imagine how Babita would look naked in his bed. The way her saree hugged her curves was driving him wild with desire. He could feel his arousal growing with each passing moment.

Babita could sense Jethalal’s attraction to her, making her feel uncomfortable. She had always known Jethalal was a pervert but never imagined he would act on his desires. She tried to keep her distance, but Jethalal was not one to be deterred.

Jethalal was helping Babita clean her house while folding clothes in the same room.

“Jethal Ji, do you always dress up like this when you come to my house?” Babita asked, noticing Jethalal’s usual colourful kurta-pyjama attire.

“Yes, Babita Ji. It’s my signature style. Everyone recognizes me by my dress,” Jethalal replied with a smile.

“You look very handsome in this dress,” Babita complimented, making Jethalal blush.

“Thank you, Babita Ji. You are looking very beautiful today as well,” Jethalal said, admiring Babita’s stunning appearance.

They continued cleaning the house while chatting and laughing about their daily routines. Babita shared with Jethalal how she loved cooking and trying out new recipes. Jethalal talked about his business and how he always found a way to make people laugh.

They cleaned the living room. Babita accidentally slipped and fell on the sofa, causing her blouse button to pop open, revealing a glimpse of her lacy bra. Jethalal couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.

Babita noticed his gaze and smiled. “Oops! Looks like I need to be more careful,” Babita said, trying to fix her blouse. Jethalal quickly offered his help, and as he was fixing Babita’s blouse, his hand accidentally brushed against her breast. Babita gasped, feeling a sudden rush of pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Babita Ji. I didn’t mean to,” Jethalal apologized, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Jethal Ji. It was just a mistake,” Babita said, smiling. But deep down, she was aroused and wanted Jethalal to touch her again.

They both continued with their work, but the sexual tension between them was palpable. As they finished, Jethalal asked Babita if she wanted to watch a movie together. Babita agreed, and as they settled in on the couch, Jethalal and Babita began to scroll through the options on Netflix, looking for a movie.

After a few minutes of browsing, Babita suggested they watch a romantic comedy. Jethalal eagerly agreed. They sat comfortably on the couch, sipping coffee and enjoying the film. But their thoughts were not on the movie but on each other.

As the movie played on, Jethalal found himself stealing glances at Babita. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in the soft glow of the television. Babita, for her part, was also feeling a little flustered. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been alone with Jethalal like this.

As the movie reached its climax, Jethalal’s heart was racing. He knew he needed to make a move, but he wasn’t sure how. Suddenly, Babita turned to him and placed a hand on his thigh.

“Jethal Ji,” she said, “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

Jethalal’s eyes widened. “You have?”

Babita nodded. “I want you, Jetha Ji. I want you so badly.”

Without another word, Jethalal leaned in and kissed Babita. It was like a spark had been ignited between them, and they were both lost in the heat of the moment. As they continued to kiss, Jethalal began to explore Babita’s body. He was amazed at how soft and supple she felt, and he grew more aroused.

Babita moaned softly as Jethalal’s hand found its way under her shirt. “Oh, Jethal Ji,” she whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know,” Jethalal replied, his breath hot on her neck. “I’ve wanted it too.” They continued to make out, lost in their passion.

Jethalal’s hands roamed over Babita’s body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive spots. Babita responded eagerly, her body arching into his touch.

As they finally pulled apart, both of them were left breathless. “Wow,” Babita said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jethalal grinned. “Yeah, wow.” They sat there for a moment, catching their breath and looking at each other.

It was as if they had both been waiting for this moment for years. Now that it had finally arrived, they savoured every second of it. Eventually, they got up and went to the bedroom. They continued to explore each other’s bodies well into the night. It was a night that they both knew they would never forget.

“You’re so sexy, Babita,” Jethalal says, his hands roaming over her body. “I can’t wait to feel you from inside.”

Babita smiles and leans in for another kiss, but Jethalal stops her.

“Wait, Babita,” he says, pulling back. “I want to make love to you properly.”

Babita nods, understanding. Jethalal stands up and takes her hand, leading her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, kissing her all over her body. He started at her neck and worked his way down to her breasts.

Babita moans and arches her back, pressing her breasts into Jethalal’s mouth. He sucks and nibbles on her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, Jetha Ji, that feels so good,” Babita moans.

Jethalal smiles and continues kissing down her body, his hands roaming over her curves. He reaches for her panties and pulls them off, revealing her wet, glistening pussy.

Babita gasps as Jethalal dives in, licking and sucking on her clit. She writhes in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Yes, Jetha Ji, yes!” she cries out.

Jethalal continues to pleasure her with his mouth, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she reaches her peak, screaming in ecstasy as she comes.

Jethalal climbs up her body and kisses her deeply, their tongues intertwining. He positions himself at her entrance and slowly enters her, his cock stretching her tight pussy.

“Oh, Jetha Ji, you feel so good inside me,” Babita moans.

Jethalal starts moving slowly at first, savouring the feel of her tightness around him. But soon, the passion overtakes him, and he starts thrusting harder and faster, their bodies slamming together with each stroke.

They moan and cry out, lost in the heat of their passion. Jethalal reaches down and starts rubbing Babita’s clit, sending her over the edge once again.

“Yes, Jetha Ji, yes!” she screams as she comes.

Jethalal keeps thrusting, his orgasm building inside him. Finally, he can’t hold back and explodes inside her, his cock pulsing with pleasure.

Jethalal and Babita lay there, panting and sweaty, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Jethalal looked at Babita with a sense of contentment and satisfaction.

Babita, on the other hand, looked slightly worried. “Jetha Ji, what if someone finds out about this?” she asked.

Jethalal brushed her worries aside. “Don’t worry, Babita. No one will find out. I’ll make sure of it,” he said, trying to reassure her.

Babita nodded, still feeling a bit nervous. “What if someone saw us coming in here together?” she asked.

Jethalal chuckled. “Relax, Babita. No one saw us. I made sure of that, too,” he said, kissing her forehead softly.

They lay there in silence for a few moments. Both were lost in their thoughts. Jethalal was thinking about how amazing it felt to be with Babita, while Babita was wondering what this meant for their relationship.

Finally, Jethalal broke the silence. “Babita, I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I think there’s something more between us,” he said, looking at her with a serious expression.

Babita was taken aback. She had never thought of Jethalal in that way before. “What do you mean, Jetha Ji?” she asked, confused.

Jethalal took a deep breath. “I mean that I have feelings for you, Babita. I’ve had them for a long time but was too afraid to tell you. But now that we’ve been together like this, I know I want to be with you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

Babita was touched by his words, but she was also hesitant. “Jetha Ji, I don’t know what to say. I never thought of you in that way before,” she said, feeling conflicted.

Jethalal took her hand and squeezed it gently. “I understand, Babita Ji. I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I just wanted to be honest with you about how I feel,” he said, smiling warmly at her.