[Sarvesh Siva]

Oh god. These men kill the husbands for enjoying the wives.

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-16-

“Sameer bhayya.. I came all the way from USA for this special massage in your mansion”

“Smrithi ji .. I am glad you came to know about this special massage”

“Haaa.. my hubby called me and told he was in heaven when your specially trained massage therapist gave unforgettable experience and I should also try that”

“You mean from the same therapist”

“No no.. do you have male therapists ?”

“Ha.. but he cant do it ?”

“Why not ?”

“Because he cant betray his close friend Amar”

“If Amar himself would say ?”

“Smrithi ji.. lets leave the subject.. I shall train a male therapist myself”

“Rey Sameer.. no need… friendship shouldn’t be selfish.. should we think of us only all the time ? should we not make our families happy ?

“Amar.. I get you.. but I don’t have a wife that can massage you in return”

“Dude… you gave these two beautiful angels to me.. My wife is all yours.. what he is asking ? just a massage right?”

“Haa.. bhayya.. when my hubby spoke sp high about this mansion, I felt so happy one day I will enjoy this mansion .. friendship shouldn’t be selfish”

“ok.. ok.. Amar .. lets go to massage room.. “

“You are so great Sameer .. Honey, get yourself ready”

Three of them go to massage room which was already made ready by the staff.. light, music, ambience, temperature, attire, special
oils etc.

Sameer holds Smrithi’s hand and walks her to the massage table.. She likes the ambience so much she is getting into the mood. He hands over a special massage gown for her to wear.  Sameer also changes to therapist gown.  

Smrithi is very tall and bulky. Like arabian horse.. with all the features around her body.. every part has flesh and she has that oomph factor many Indian women have after marriage.. even after having a 18 year old, she is still fit .. she has killer looks.. and sexy expressions.. those cute chubby cheeks and the fat around her waist, deep navel and the thick thighs… uffff.. better speak less about her huge massive twins as they would make anyone not have sleep.  

Sameer looking at her with a cotton apron which can be pulled easily with a knot, he asks her to lay down on her stomach.. she closes her eyes and starts relaxing and loosening her muscels a bit.. Sameer is not a trained therapist per se, but knows a thing or two on how to make a woman happy.. he knows how much pressure to apply where.. he gave excellent full body massage on both side and asks her to lay down on stomach again and would disrob the apron and the tension in her starts raising.. this is the important part..



He got onto the table.. spreads her legs apart and pours enough hot oil on her ass hole and let it crawl down to enter her wide pussy which is clearly visible now and she unknowingly lifted her waist up and he starts massaging those thick huge ass cheeks.. he would put both hands on each side and rolling, kneading, pressing the flesh , he is creating enough arousal in her sensitive parts and he is slowly inserting his tough finger into her ass hole and she moaned loudly and he can see the shiver in her body.. his massive hanging dick is touching her thighs and she is imagining the massive size of it

His both hands are working on her buttocks.. ass hole and the area between pussy and ass hole.. using his finger nails he is slightly scratching that sensitive area.. it sent current waves to her body and her nipples became sharp and there is wetness between her thighs.. shitt.. his rough hand and two fingers are entering her ass hole.. feels so good.. ahhhhh.. so erotic.. this guy is a master in giving pleasure to women



her ass hole is itching now for some action



now the area around pussy and ass hole.. he is kneading , rubbing, making circles.. he is thinking its his private property.. my god.. his wife must have been happy… alas.. he didn’t get married… his rough hands know how to give pleasure



now he increased the pace , rubbing the pussy lips, spreading more oil..inserting his thumb in ass hole and palm on the pussy.. he is moving it fast , sliding back and forth.. using one hand from front  and other hand from back he is attacking her ass, pussy and she is raising her waist up all the way and moaning loudly

Amar is watching his wife getting ultimate pleasure from his friend



now she couldn’t control any more and she turned back and raising her both legs up begging him to fuck her pussy badly, but he would use his hand for that purpose , inserted three fingers and is moving fast in her juicy wet pussy which is continuously leaking indicating how much she is enjoying his work and mauling of her pussy which didn’t get any attention recently as hubby is in India



as he came in front of her to give her back massage the huge dick is touching her face and she couldn’t resist the temptation of that smell of precum oozing from that massive weapon.. just extending for tongue and touching it with tip of her tongue she could feel the warm solid rod that she knew would pierce her deep pussy hole



soon it turned into fuckfest the way their bodies have aroused , there is no other better way to quench their thirst and not bothered about the loving hubby watching her in the room, she threw caution to the wind and looked at her hubbies best friend for whom she traveled all the way from USA.. Sameer is not the type to disappoint his friend and hence he is using all his muscles to fuck this nymphomaniac arabian horse.. of the type you rarely get and the best of best village women can not match even 1% to her attractive, shining, plump body which has oomph written all over

if you could fuck even for a minute and die.. then she is the one..Sameer never believed in marriage system but after seeing Smrithi , he couldn’t stop asking her if she could be his wife for a day… Smrithi laughed and spread her thick layers of pussy said Sameer ji, you have built a mansion but forgot to get a princess.. pure love comes from the one you marry.. not the maids.. he laughs.. pure love ? fucking your husband’s friend in front of him… anyway lets focus on the job at hand..

His strong desires are taken care by  Manga but one girl is not enough , even though those two young virgin girls Payal, Sonam are spreading their tender pussies to be fucked, I kept away as I would not want to damage their pussies and bodies , they might have attained legal age but their bodies need more strength to handle a strong men like me and Amar.. may be Amar’s son could be a right choice to inaugurate and after that I can satisfy them

Any way now let this woman tell why she came here ? to see mansion or me ?





she is raiding him in reverse cow girl position.. this is a dangerous position for men as it could hurt their dick if not properly fucked by the girl… looks like Smrithi is a pro at it… one wonders how can Amar teach all these to a married woman ? normally wives wont do such things and there are separate women to quench such desires of men… bastard.. this guy Amar is lucky… having a wife who is a pro like.. what else she knows ? maan.. if she is going to stay here for a week, for sure his dick would need insurance.. such a nympho…
final release in he mouth.. she plucked cum right after it left my dick hole… she couldn’t even wait till it reaches her mouth… shittt.. such an aggressive whore.. sorry wife ?



Amar seeing all this imagines his wife would be raiding both the dicks soon





After an exhaustive steamy session , Sameer is trying to recuperate his energy and try to get up from massage table and he got tripped and fell on the floor.. directly on his thick dick..

Ouch.. it hurts… ufffff.. help me… hurting a lot

Hearing chacha shouting for help in sleep, they shake him and wake him up.. Sameer opened his eyes… where am I ? Where is Smrithi ? he asks the girls and they both blush and laugh looking at Sameer uncle who is also sleeping on same bed…

After a hectic day yesterday , Sameer got such a beautiful dream and he also blushes and pulls the girls onto his dick… fucking friend’s wife in the presence of the friend ? such an idiot I am… better to control such thoughts and start enjoying more with these tow girls… noticing the shift in chacha’s stand, the girls are happy

But Smrithi with her mangal suthra hanging on her naked body is such a beautiful sight

[Vasanthan]

AI generated pics?

[opendoor]

AI generated pics?

No bro

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Good update

[xbiilove]

The gifs and narration are very good

[opendoor]

Good update

The gifs and narration are very good

Thank you

[opendoor]

Amar's son's girl friend

[opendoor]

-17-

Amar’s son Rahul, his girl friend Sofia , Indian girl of Costa Rica origin, his wife Smrithi landed in the mansion .. what a surprise gift by Amar to his best friend Sameer. He kept is a secret and that’s what heightened the excitement. And this trip right before Holi is even more memorable

Amar made it clear to Sofia the customs of mansion and she would be the daughter in law of Sameer and like every newly wed bride, she would have to oblige him and this is the right way to learn Indian traditions and he made it as a condition before booking the tickets.

Sofia .. the city girl, bold and confident, transformed to a demure girl, eyes downcast and head down whenever she came to her in-law's place. Her mother in law (Smrithi) was very nice to her so it had nothing to do with being fearful of the woman. Her father-in-law (Sameer in USA , Ameer in India) was someone she had challenged and spoken aggressively to in USA, only once; on that occasion an intense sexual chemistry between the two of them had sprung up and neither of them could control, manage or come to terms with that intensity. Her demureness had more to do with an attempt to blend in and not have to face that intensity which melted or the subsequent guilt which rankled in her.

Fortunately for her, Sameer , her current father in law in India,  knew when to wait for and take his women, that having been the pattern with the maids of the house; and now with this new woman/girl, his daughter-in-law, as well. The days surrounding Holi are a mad melee of fun and games with an incessant flow of visitors and friends. As the special day itself comes closer, most of the youngsters play with colours and water even though one is supposed to do that only on the day of Holi itself.

And so it was with the day immediately before Holi. The mansion haveli courtyard and rooms for visitors were overfull with cousins and friends of Rahul  (came to greet him). Everyone was dressed in special clothes and so was  Sofia. She was wearing a ghagra choli (skirt and blouse) but this one was designed in the city (by Amar) and had a more daring cut and from fabrics different from the traditional ones used. The choli was practically backless with just two strings holding the front piece on her lovely succulent breasts. One string went behind the neck and the other string was along the bottom hem of the blouse.

In the middle was an expanse of seductive skin (brownish), exposed to all, but for the chiffon dupatta used to cover it all. The gauze like dupatta did more to allure by hinting at what lay beneath. As she laughed, joked and went about the house with her boy friend’s friends and relatives, an occasional momentary slippage of the dupatta would give any person lucky enough to be around a view of her back. The front was not daringly cut, but yes, it was firm and supportive enough to hold up her breasts almost as if they were on offer. The motifs on the front of the blouse, while traditional, were arranged in a manner that visually accentuated the contours of her oh-so-suckable breasts.

None of this was lost on   Sameer who watched every move of his bahu (daughter in law), reminiscing of the time he had caressed his previous bahu Manga a week ago that back and watched it weave and undulate as he rode her like a stallion, from behind. Or of those breasts, which in his mind were desperate to be released from the confines.

The boisterousness of Holi is the one occasion when men younger and older, and the girls and women flirt with each other outrageously. Some get drunk and touch, kiss and fondle -- unthinkable behaviour on any other day. The girls respond rather shamelessly. And the saucier, perhaps those in their 30's, seduce without really intending to let the Romeos go the whole distance. And Sameer watched this too, as Sofia participated to the fullest and was the life and soul of happenings in the haveli that day. This is all new to her but being Indian origin girl knew few things like Holi celebrations
Sameer saw the same sauciness and charm which he had encountered that first time Manga came to fight with him. It reminded him of the wild girl he had tamed rather than the intense girl who he had fucked on the next two occasions. His loins stirred as he started to want the saucy wanton woman in his daughter-in-law. With all that, in the eye of his mind, each time it was Sofia he was fucking. Every one of them felt that change in intensity as he pounded them into the mattress, cushioning or ground below.
Sameer's favourite among the bevy of maids was treated to his newly discovered oral skills. Soon enough the story had spread among a small circle and some of them made it a point to catch the Sameer's eye -- and more. And every one of them wondered what it was about. During Holi, boisterousness and flirtation usually leads to some throwing of water and color and a general loss of control of the situation. Today was no different. Some youngster started off the riot by throwing water at someone else and soon out came the packets of color and pichkaris.

The bolder among the boys approached Sofia and with joyous shouts of "Bhabhi" and chased her to throw colour and water at her.  Sofia ran, laughing, out of breath, ducking in and out of corridors and rooms avoiding everyone skilfully, till she was cornered. As the youth with flushed face paused on finding her trapped, Sameer took in the intoxicating sight of  Sofia with her dupatta askew and face radiant with smiles and a flushed look.

"Wait!" she said authoritatively. "Don't spoil my new dress. I will change and come down and then I will allow you to do what you want."

"Whatever I want?" asked Sameer audaciously, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, whatever!" she replied impishly. He drew himself back, placing his bets on getting a chance at more aggressive flirting once she was down. He promised himself he would soak her blouse to reveal the skin below and get a good look at her breasts; and then who knows what that might lead to? 


Sofia was gone in a whirlwind of laughter and she ran up the steps towards her room to change into a white kurta set which she had saved up for this occasion. It is always white, and it might typically be an old set of clothes. The colors would show up well on the white but would be ruined for any normal use thereafter, and so the preference for old clothes to be used on Holi day. While she had caught glimpses of her Mama ji, the Sameer, and while she knew she would have enjoyed flirting with him, the true events between them inhibited her.



What she didn't know was that Sameer had never really let her go out of sight today. She remained in his line of sight as he watched her flirt, play and caught glimpses of her back, her ankles and as much of the rest of her lovely persona as he could. And he caught sight of her dashing up the stairs. Her suitcase was on the low table next to the dresser and  Sofia was rummaging through her clothes all in a hurry to find the white kurta. She was startled when she felt a pair of hands grip her shoulders from behind. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as she recognized the grip; it was Sameer. He had followed her upstairs.  

Sofia did not move. From her bent position she looked up and behind at him and smiled. But she stayed that way. Sameer placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of her back. As soon as she felt him touch her, she was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt her. His large, rough hands on her soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down her spine as he traced his way down her back right up to the edge of her skirt.  Sofia shuddered as the nail touched every single erogenous spot on its way.

It was as if he was unzipping and opening out her sexuality with that fingernail.

" You seem to have been waiting for an opportunity " she said to him.
"Haan," he replied, " Yes, otherwise you never come to me “.

Both hands held her at the waist.

" In such a full house, what if we get spotted?" she asked.

" No one ever saw us before " he replied .. He now lifted her skirt revealing her ass to him. There were those panties, ever an obstacle.

" It cannot be done so openly, can it?" she countered.  . Her hands gripped the sides of the low table to steady herself.

" So then come to me quietly " he advised her.



"I cannot come to you and keep quiet Mama ji!" she said with a playful smile.

She pulled down her panties and stamping with her feet got it off her legs.

" Do whatever you have to quickly, otherwise someone might come looking for me " she told him.

With one hand on her hips, his other hand arranged the folds of his dhoti so his cock found a gap in the cloth. His erection had been ebbing and hardening all morning as he had taken in different sights of his daughter-in-law. But all her sauciness now had it in full rage. Sameer straightened his back to thrust his cock forward. It was pointing upward in its blood-engorged firmness. He held it and lowered it, pointing to her ass. He laved it with the precum on his cockhead.  Sofia shuddered as he touched her in unnamed zones from her ass to her cunt. She reached under to try guiding him. Yes, she wanted this manliness and perversely, found herself wondering how the man had failed to pass on this endowment to his son.  

He leaned forward and with his teeth, pulled open the lower cord that held the blouse in place. Now the lower part of the blouse was hanging loose while the upper part stayed tethered around the neck. Sameer straightened up and guided his cock back into the vale between the ass cheeks. This time his cock snagged in the outer lips of her cunt and he thrust forward to embed himself. While both of them were in an instant boil, the encounter itself was sudden and so neither was overly lubricated. This was just as well, because the friction was immensely pleasurable to both. Their "Ah!" was in unison, almost orchestrated.  

Sofia laughed a small laugh and gripped the edge of the table hard and held her ass firm and upturned to him. Sameer grunted and pulled back to thrust again. The bangles on her hands jangled as he fucked her. She was wearing a full hand which was how it was on festival days. But with his methodical thumping, the jangling became louder and followed the beat of his fucking. She wished she had taken them off but instead of silence, she actually added to the noises with a series of "unhhs!" as Sameer changed his pace of fucking.

The man had started rapidly sliding in and out of her cunt luxuriating in the way her lips rode over his head. His hands slowly slid up her waist, up the sides of her torso and now the thumb was on her back while the four fingers gripped the side of her chest. This allowed his index finger to feel the mass of her breasts while the middle finger and ring finger teased her nipples. "O, Mama ji! Yes, maul my breasts and ride me like this. How I missed this animalness!" she hissed through clenched teeth.



She shook her head from side to side as indescribable pleasure emanated from her breasts and as the occasional lunge from the cock touched a pleasure zone inside her pussy. "Ah!" exhaled the Sameer with every thrust. And as he pulled back, he sucked in his breath through an open mouth, making a seething sound. The rhythm of the hiss of the seething intake and the Ah of the thrust followed a pattern as Sameer closed his eyes, gripped her torso and fucked with a need to finish quick. This was dangerous as Sofia rightly pointed out, but he could not have waited another hour. Now that Mama ji and bahu had talked about it, he would fix a tryst for a longer leisurely exploration of sexuality.

But right now, he just needed to own her, mark her, pound her and fill her.  Sofia started to convulse as her orgasm ripped through her. She brought up one hand to hold her lower tummy as she felt the thick cock in her womb, from the deep penetration. She could feel it throb and pulsate inside her through the stomach wall. An occasional twinge of pain came from his marauding cockhead touching a sensitive part deep in her.  Sofia's legs gave way as the intensity of the orgasm caused her to buckle. She let out a scream of desperate wanting when Sameer's cock slipped out of her cunt as she fell forward, her face now buried in the pile of clothes in the suitcase.

The cock smeared itself on her ass as it missed its target completely and Sameer lurched in an uncontrolled response to lack of the grip of her cunt.  Sofia frantically reached for his cock and Sameer frantically grabbed at her hips. She was now completely face down and her ass in the air. Her cunt was vacant and throbbing and she needed urgently to be filled back. "Haaaaaaaaaaanh!"   she bellowed when he sank back into her. The sensation of cumming which had built up in him had receded and he pounded into her with a vengeance to regain the lost peak. The brutality of his quest took her over the cliff and her pussy melted in a cascade of spasms.



She came like she thought only men came; drenching and shuddering uncontrollably. The furniture groaned and squeaked as it slipped from its position on the floor and closed the gap with the wall. The suitcase overbalanced and threatened to fall to one side.  Sofia clung on to the suitcase and table and held her cunt steady and open for Sameer to bludgeon her into submission through the now impending orgasm. Sameer shuddered and came in torrents, as he most usually did with Sofia. After two thrusts, he left her hips, placed his hands on the wall and thrust his cock deep into her and held there.

The next few spasms of his cock were from the spewing from his cockhead and not from any thrusting. He stayed embedded and only when the pleasure threatened to recede completely did he pull back and thrust back in and hold again. That thrusting pulled back his skin and the cockhead swelled up and he was able to retain the fullness of his erection for another moment during which he could stay embedded. Another dribble of sperm and another thrust back. With each successive thrust, the cockhead swelled a little lesser and lesser, till finally he had come to rest on his daughter-in-law's sexy broad ass.  
For Sofia the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat. Her womb filled with this wonderful man's sumptuous outpourings. She felt his seed deep in her and she held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to her, she just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for her to receive every little spend from his system. As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, Sofia found herself unsupported as   Sameer had now placed his hands on the wall.

She fell over, suitcase and all. She now was on her back, half inside her suitcase, looking up at Sameer who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully for Sofia, the ghagra skirt fell back to cover her, though her ass was still not covered. She watched Sameer, lost in the trance of his experience, except for the occasional shuddering aftershock of his orgasm. He threw his head back, his hand reached for his cock and he gave himself a squeeze through a handful of cloth, squeezing out the never ending dribbles and yet drying his cock. He looked down at his  Sofia, lying in a heap amongst clothes, the lower part of her blouse open and showing part of her breasts.



Her eyes looked deep into his. They were soulmates. Her hand roamed over her the lower belly with the womb within and she palmed herself there, where he had deposited copious volumes of his seed. An indication of ownership. She reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh. "Naughty man!" she pronounced and got up. "Chalo, let me change," she said, signalling an end to the episode.

Sameer turned and checked the front of his dhoti and left. As Sofia lifted her suitcase onto the low table, she froze. There at the window, was Smrithi, Amar’ wife, her mother-in-law. Her hand was over her mouth and her bosom was heaving. When she was sure Sameer  had left the scene she entered the room and stood directly in front of  Sofia.  

[kavitha99]

nice going... now Amar's family entered mansion

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Sofia with holi dress

[Santhosh Stanley]

hot stories

[opendoor]

Nice update

nice going...  now Amar's family entered mansion

Sofia with holi dress

hot stories

thanks a lot

[Somnaath]

excellent update  yr):

[opendoor]

-18-

Holi is when the boys want to smear colors on girls and press their boobs, Rahul rarely have this opportunity in USA and first time when he saw Sonam.. Sameer uncle’s brother’s daughter his heart skipped for a moment. His relation with his Costa Rica girl friend is not going well after he saw her moving closely with dad.. Even though he is not looking to change his GF yet, still an opportunity like Holi is something to rekindle his longing for beautiful girls … of Indian origin and he immediately found Sonam is the perfect spark that would ignite his desires



He has to move fast and grab her as time is limited on this trip and its as if this trip is planned by dad to bring both families together and he has already seen how closely Sofia is moving with Sameer uncle.. she somehow likes older men and Sameer uncle with his impeccable body and immaculate hosting skills can make any pussy of any country leak after seeing him.

Ok, now coming to Sonam.. where is she ? Rahul spotted her finally and was  waiting her. He had been chasing his saali Sonam  (he likes to map every girl with Indian relationship … that gives him the kick.. saali is someone on whom you have license to do anything since childhood and the romance with saali is something every boy would cherish throughout his life) to smear color on her and throw water at her. He had successfully cornered her, when Sonam cried off, insisting that she be allowed to go change into casual clothes more appropriate for the occasion. She had taken well over an hour to return.

He knew his saali (sister-in-law) had proved to be playful and flirtatious and she had promised him that she would allow him to do anything so long as he allowed her to go change her clothes. And so he was waiting for her. He continued to play with others but he never strayed far from the stairway from which she was bound to emerge. And emerge she did. He saw her bouncing down the stairs, ready for a bracing round of Holi play. As she ran down, her breasts jiggled and straightaway caught Rahul's eye.

Sonam ran and grabbed hands full of gulal (color powder) and got ready to smear it on some others who too were playing in the yard. She got to one of the girls and they both hugged each other and smeared color on one another giggling at the fun of it all. Rahul was waiting with the water pump (pichkari) to corner his target woman for the day, his saali Sonam. Rahul was barely nineteen and had no experience of any woman/girl in India. He should have been chasing any of the younger girls of his age and there were plenty of those. But his hormones were bubbling and he knew that he stood a better chance of a sexual encounter today with one of the family members, and who better than Sonam saali?

As the water hit Sonam between the shoulder blades, she squealed at the chill blast, and turned around to try grab the pump out of the assailant's hands. The wet kurta stuck to her back and instantly her body was on open display. Rahul grinned as he saw that he had hit his target. As his eyes focused on the skin which he could see, Sonam was turning around. The water jet splashed on her chest and drenched one side of her before the pump ran out. Rahul ran for the water tank to refill the pump while Sonam chased him.



Rahul reached first and breathless, partially from the running but more from the excitement turned around from the water tub to find Sonam was nearly upon him. His eyes riveted onto the partially wet breast, and the nipple that it revealed, his first sighting of a girl's breast in India and her nipple. He slowly discharged the newly loaded water pump across Sonam's chest, drenching her and exposing her fully as wet cloth clung to her skin. Incredibly, Rahul found she was wearing nothing underneath and everything could be seen. He stared at the breasts, contoured fully by the drenched cloth, nipples taut in the cold water and jutting out and the dripping with water which made them seem oh-so-suckable.

Rahul's erection was as instantaneous as Sonam's realization that coming down without a bra beneath her kurta had been a blunder. She looked down and saw her breasts, completely revealed; the kurta was a mere apology of a garment. In the whirl of action, she seemed to stand still, her nipples shamelessly erect, betraying the sexual arousal which had never really receded between or after the encounters with both Sameer and Amar in recent times. Sonam instinctively crossed her arms across her chest to try and hide her breasts from this young man who had been flirting with her dangerously all morning. To show him her state of arousal would render things unmanageable and she felt she had done enough for one morning in sexual discovery.

But Rahul was all too eager to press home his advantage. Had she not promised him absolutely anything, with that sparkle and dance in her eyes, when she had negotiated with him for letting her change out of her formal ghaghra choli into this kurta pajama? He grabbed fists full of color and reached for Sonam. Her hands were across her chest and so she could not stop him from rubbing the color on both her cheeks. Oh, her cheeks seemed so incredibly soft! She raised her hands to defend herself and push him back, laughing. His hands dropped and he daubed both breasts with color; they felt incredibly soft and wet in his hands. He cupped them nice and proper as he colored the cloth which was sticking to the mounds of flesh.  
Sonam looked down and saw how the imprints of his hands marked each breast, clear evidence that she had been handled. She had also felt him squeezing her breasts, feeling the full volume of those objects of his lust all morning. The nipples were now furiously engorged. Her body was marked as having been assaulted. Her face flushed red and she grabbed his hands pinning him down on the ledge of the water tank, her knee against his thigh. She reached behind him and dipped a can into the water tank. As she did so she leaned over him. Her breasts smothered his face, the wet flesh slapping against his willing face.

She poured a can over his head, drenching him. "There, that should cool you!" she exclaimed triumphantly. His arms went around her, unmindful of the very public place in which they were. For this young man, it was now or never. He pulled her close to himself and with his face buried in her neck he muttered, "There is only one thing that can cool me down now!" Sonam wriggled free and splashed another can of water onto him, "Perhaps this?" she laughed, her breasts heaving and the dampness spreading across the kurta. The garment was now an apology of a cover; every part of her body was on display now. Sonam felt a little more confident as her breasts seemed to be at least less visible due to the color daubed on the cloth.

In any case, she was having too much fun to rush right back up and was happy to wait for a bit more. Soon the all overpowering magenta color would be used and then nothing would be visible. Or so she hoped. As shot after shot of water blasted her the dry gulal powder got washed away and soon her breasts were back in full evidence. She ran to the other end of the house, where the bathing area was. Partially to run away from Rahul, but also to run away from anyone who might see her breasts. They were now completely visible and the perked up and erect nipples were no help in concealing them either.

There were more tubs of water organized there and this was the area where the household staff too indulged in play. The maids and menservants were shocked to see the daughter of the house in this state; drenched, her clothes revealing and her face radiant with laughter and fun as a youngster chased after her with a water pump in hand. Finding the men in the household staff ogling her, Sonam decided the lack of undergarments was a bad idea. She turned and ran to one of the stairways which would take her back up to her room; she needed a bra. Rahul followed her up the stairs. "No Rahul! Not here," she told him as she laughingly ran up the stairs.



"Then where, saali?" he asked, mischievously. It was a clever leading question. It was loaded with innuendo which was typical of the flirtation on Holi. The question suggested that what was to happen was not in doubt, it was just that the venue was not determined yet. Sonam impishly made as if to spank the young man for his impudence. As her outstretched arm reached toward him, she noticed that his kurta too was drenched and stuck to his broad chest. She saw his nipples and the wisps of adolescent hair. He was as much of a man, perhaps just uninitiated. Her hand stopped in mid air as she realised any physical contact at this stage would be best avoided.

The stairway moreover was visible to all passing by the foot and she went up another flight of stairs where the stairway turned and this stretch was not visible to any passers by. Rahul was at her heels and she turned around to stop him.

"Stop here," she said.

"Why?" he asked.  

"I need to change," she replied.

"You only just changed," he countered.  

" Yes, but....." Her voice trailed off.  

"Yes but what?" he asked.

" Yes but everything shows in this and you drenched me with water!" she pouted.
 
"Not fair, saali. In Holi, the drenching is bound to happen. And you had said I could do anything with you!" Rahul went on. Sonam flushed red. The implications of what he was saying was not lost on her. The boy was infatuated with her and the indiscretions of Holi were poised to cross a line which she was unsure should be crossed. Rahul came up to the same stair as her and attempted to daub her with more color.

" I am only spraying color on you!" he said. “ Are you spraying color on me or are you making me flushed in my color?" she asked, her natural sauciness bubbling up.  "(It is I who is on a high," he replied, dropping his voice to a whisper..

She dropped her eyes to look at his pajamas and noticed the tenting of his erection there. She instantly regretted it because this overtly sexual gesture did not go unnoticed. Rahul decided it was now or never. He gripped his saali's wrist and brought her wrist down to his groin and let the back of her hand brush his virgin cock's massive erection. Sonam spontaneously opened her hand and weighed the cock in her open palm. She rubbed and checked its contours, noticing that the poor boy was trapped inside a rather tight underwear.



She slipped her hand in through the pajama top without untying the cord and slid her hand past the waistband of his underwear. In this restricted access only her forefinger and middle finger had any access and she scissored these around the base of his cock. Rahul buried his face in his saali's neck as maddening lust gripped him. He wanted to fuck her here and now. He resolved to lift her and paste her against the wall and pound into her like they showed in all those porn flicks he had seen. He undid his pajama cord and pulled down one side of his underwear past his hip.

Sonam knew time was not on their side. This was ridiculously dangerous, she and her USA distant cousin on a stairway where any one could chance upon them. Her hand slid the other side of his underwear down so that it was now just below his balls. In fact, the elastic band was pressing on his balls. Rahul reached under and pulled the band down preventing it from hurting his scrotum. His hand touched Sonam's hand which was now closing around the pillar. He held her hand and tried to guide her but she grabbed his hand with her other hand and held it back. He was a youngster and just hopelessly oversexed. She just had a situation to handle and she was going to do it here and now with a precise efficiency.

She closed on the hot throbbing penis and pulled the skin back. It hurt a little and the boy gasped but not entirely from pain. The head swelled and was wet and she quickly ran her palm over the top. Rahul shuddered from the stimulation he received. Sonam now pushed the boy back till he was against the wall. With a clenched fist, she masturbated him vigorously. Her hand slid over the jerking pulsating penis, lubricated by his copious precum. She fucked him with a fist that mimicked a cunt. The boy leaned back and sagged against the wall. Her soft hands felt incredibly wonderful and he reached up to cup the breast through the cloth.



She leaned against him, covering him. Her hand worked like a piston; it was how an assassin might stab a victim, holding him close. Yes, her fist was clenched like it might hold a dagger. But the weapon she was holding was his cock. Yes she was stabbing, but that was the sheath formed by her nimble fingers being stabbed by the cock. As she mercilessly masturbated him, her thumb rode over the head. You have to close your eyes and imagine the palm of her hand running the underside of his cock. Her forefinger and thumb ringed the head of his cock, with her thumb on the top of the head. Somewhere there lay the most sensitive zone of his cock and with each stroke, Sonam varied the position of her thumb to try discover this zone.

She knew she had found it when Rahul bit into her shoulder with a gagging sound. His teeth sank in and she felt a shiver down her spine as the bite send her signals of animalness. Now with every fuck of her fist, she made sure the thumb travelled over the head caressing the precise spot. Rahul bucked and gasped and moaned with each stroke of her fist and thumb. He sucked on her shoulder and his hand kneaded her breast frantically. With his other hand he cupped her ass trying to pull her closer. Sonam held their bodies apart so her hand had enough play to finish the job. She looked down and watched in fascination as the cock reared and jerked in her control.

She liked its dimensions, which while no where near chacha’s designed-for-her-cunt specifications, was definitely more promising than some maids. How many men could she take in this one family she wondered as her fist was rewarded with further spurts of precum. She anointed the cock head with the fresh fluid so the lubrication was increased. She now needed to finish. The danger was very high and thus the urgency. It was exciting for her but she needed to finish. She pounded the cock hard and fast with her clenching and unclenching fingers. The thumb never failed to run over the head of the cock. Rahul was reduced to a mass of trembling flesh.

His lips ran on her neck and up to her ear. He wetted her ear with his lips and tongue. "Saali, I want to fuck you!" he pleaded. " Take my dear. I will give you relief," she puffed as the exertion went further. "dear ?" he muttered. He grabbed both breasts in his hands and tried to push her back against the other wall, determined to mount her NOW. She pressed him back and leaned on him. Her bangles jangled as she masturbated him furiously to tame him. She could not have guessed it but Rahul had gone to the bathroom in that intervening hour and masturbated, fantasizing about Sonam. Yet, he was young and the excitement of the woman of his dreams, the first woman to touch him sexually and the progress in one short morning had made him ready to burst.  



She slid to the floor in front of him to concentrate on the finish. One hand rested on the wall for support and the other hand had enough of his precum in it to let her brutally piston the cock. Rahul looked down and the sight of this girl  kneeling in front of him,   as she fisted him was too much for him to take. "saleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he hissed as his cock spurted. Jet after jet of ropey cum gushed forth. The first blast was like a shot which leapt out of his cock. The next several jerks released his sperm in waves over her fist. She timed every fuck of her fist to every blast and jerk from him.

He shuddered and his head flailed as he gripped her shoulders, trying to guide her mouth to his cock. She resisted his moves to have her mouth him turning her head to one side and she methodically, and rhythmically provided him the beat with which to release fully into her fist. Her hands were a mess but she enjoyed the release of the young man; it was virile, energetic and wild and it provided her with a sense of conquest. She held the rapidly receding jut of flesh in her hand as she continued to pump him to deliver all the pleasure he could take. When the cock had shrunk fully, she rolled the blob of flesh between thumb and forefinger and watched as his head still jerked and lolled. She withdrew her hand, streaked with cum.

She rubbed her hand against the wall, smearing the cum there. She noticed the mark the smear made and idly wondered that whenever she crossed that way, only she would know what it meant. The boy's pajamas were pooled around his knees and he was sagging under the weight of his mighty release. He was totally in love with this cute girl; the first to touch him, and how! He was sure he could bed her. It was just a question of timing. Sonam rose to face the young man. Their eyes met. " Today is Holi. Forget about this here and now, young fellow," she said to him.   Sonam then walked up the few remaining steps to the upper floor for the second time that day to get into attire appropriate for Holi.  

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