Adultery An Indian Wedding

[Ayush01111]

Will wife can ever face husband did she is not felling guilty

[Maleficio]

Adi wore my pants. Soon there was a knock and Ravi entered. Adi was going out. He not only brushed against and squeezed her young choonchis but, as Adi had expected, his adventurous hands ventured into her loose pants from behind, measured the height of her pretty chootar, and explored its pleasant depths.

I hugged Jiju and taunted him, “You told Mausa ji you would be back within half an hour, and it has been exactly one hour. Where were you lost? Kahin meri nanads — Gita aur Guddo — ke bhonsade mein dubki to nahin laga rahe the? But after last night’s marathon, I think you must have been drained, so it could not have been that.”

When he looked at me, he almost fainted. He tried to grab my buttocks, but I moved away in a flash. We came out, but before riding the bike he simply removed my Lycra jacket. I pushed out my already hard, proud boobs and said, “Bolo Jiju, main kaisi lagti hoon?”

He tried to grab my breasts, but I quickly sat on the bike and said, “Hey, let’s start — Mausa ji is coming.” Poor Jiju had no choice but to start the bike. I hugged him from behind, and now my tits were piercing his back. Jiju had chosen a rough road, and my tight jeans were biting into my chootar, but my bouncing boobs kept rubbing against his back too. I was continuously teasing Jiju with remarks about my nanads and with my body, and he was unable to do anything about it. I touched the front of his pants — the bulge was ominous. I caressed it appreciatively and jested, “I must ask Sasu ji how many horses and donkeys she did chudai with, and for how long, to get a son endowed with such a huge lund.”

Now Jiju had had enough. He told me in no uncertain terms, “Saali, lagta hai kal ka gaand marna bhool gayi. Aaj aisa gaand marunga ki do din tak chal nahi paogi.”

By this time we had arrived at the place where the reception was arranged. I was walking ahead and Jiju was following me. Showing the crack of my gaand and flaunting my chootar, I moved it in big circles, squirming and wriggling it. I moved my gaand in nice wide circles and, to make the impact clear, used my hands on my ass and pulled the cheeks apart.

Innocently I looked back at Jiju and said, “But Jiju, my gaand seems to be all right. You must have dreamt — or yes, no, it is not your mistake. Apne Guddo ki gaand mari hogi. Woh subah limp kar rahi thi. Dhokhe se apni behan ki gaand mar li — it is all right, a mistake, but a beautiful mistake.”

He tried to grab me, but giggling and flaunting my chootar I ran to the place where the caterers were doing their job. Now, in front of them, I knew I was safe. The barbeque was ready. I took a seekh kebab, rolled it between my juicy lips, and licked it as if I were licking a hard lund. I drooled over it and said, “Ohh, delicious.” I could see the tent pole rising in Jiju’s pants, but I kept a safe distance.

We confirmed that everything was as per schedule. Then we moved towards the bar provided by Amit, Jiju’s friend. One long-legged, big-boobed barmaid was already there, setting up the bar. We hugged, kissed, and discussed the arrangements. While I was looking at different brands of wine, Jiju whispered something in her ear. She prepared a drink for us. I took it, but slowly I started feeling a bit dizzy.

I moved towards the DJ, and to my surprise, it was again a girl. Jiju suggested we dance. The DJ told us the dance floor had not been set up yet, but it was ready in the hall inside and she would put on some music there. We went inside and she played a fast number. Jiju told her we would manage and bolted the room from inside. He increased the volume.

The drink had gone to my head, and with so much music I was not in much control. The song was “Take Take Me Baby” and we started dancing. Soon we were grinding against each other, and I again started showing my boobs. I was swinging them, moving them, gyrating them, just like dancers in B-grade movies do. I lifted my top a bit and let him have a peep, followed by the movement of my chootar. I would have put some professional pole dancers and strippers to shame. But I was not letting Jiju grab me.

This cock-teasing had to come to an end. Jiju grabbed me and pushed me against a settee. I rested my hands to prevent myself from falling, and he grabbed me from behind. I kept my front pressed against it to make some token resistance, but he was looking to take revenge. When I looked towards him, he seemed like a different man. His eyes were red-shot, his breathing was hard, and his erection had almost torn his pants.

He tried to pull down my jeans, but it was entangled at my kulha (pelvic bones). He used both hands to lower it while his body pressed mine against the settee. With full force he succeeded in pulling it down. It went just below my chootar and got entangled at my knees again. He opened his pants, and now I knew Rinu’s phuddi was going to be fucked as it had never been before. But his lund was hitting at my chootar. My firm, gori gori gaand was pressed against his naked thighs. He rubbed his palm against my gaand, and suddenly I felt a spank. It was more like a joke, but I shrieked.

“Did it hurt?” I knew it hadn’t, but teasing him I said, “Very much, Jiju — like yesterday’s film.”

He said, “Okay, now I know what you want,” and increased the volume of the music until it was almost deafening. His second spank was much harder, and with the third the force increased. I was shrieking like a banshee. But with the deafening music, I soon became sore and his spanks continued. Now they were covering areas close to my asshole. Soon he stopped. His raging monster was hitting my gaand, and I was apprehensive — ab meri gaand ki khair nahin.

He put some spit on his supara and pushed it against my asshole, but without shoving it inside he shifted position and soon it was in my choot. My choot spread and took his bulbous supara. My choot was already wet from teasing him, and his massive lund made it even wetter. He pulled my top and my mast choonchis came out. His hands started doing ragdai-ghisai, and his other hand was playing too. Soon I forgot about the pain and my cunt was soaking wet. It welcomed Jiju’s lund and devoured it fully. In no time Jiju had started doing chudai at full speed. There was a throbbing ache in my chootar, but the joy of chudai had overcome it. When I had almost believed that my gaand had been saved, he withdrew and, with full force, shoved it into my tight gaand. Now his lund was wet from my soaked cunt, which helped his huge bulbous supara gain entry. It almost tore my gaand. I cried in pain, but he kept pushing relentlessly. I tried to spread my legs to open my hole, but the jeans were so tightly tangled at my knees that nothing was possible.

Now, as I was unable to spread my legs and there was no lube (the wetness from my cunt was only partial help), my sphincter was giving a lot of resistance. I felt as if somebody had shoved a handful of red chilli into my gaand. I was moving, wriggling, trying my best to ensure the supara came out of my gaand, but all efforts failed. I was crying hoarsely, my nails dug deeply into the sofa, and I was moving my chootar, but Jiju’s lund was safely lodged in my gaand. He gave another push and it went further in. The pain continued, but it glided with slightly less resistance, thanks to the oil Basanti had jokingly poured into my gaand. Unlike the previous night, there was no lube and my legs were constricted, making my tight hole even tighter. Jiju was not taking any pause. Within 3-4 thrusts his lund was fully inside, and then he started doing manic chudai. The pain was beyond words. Soon his fingers held my clit and he started rubbing, pulling, pressing, and pinching it. His fingers also invaded my choot, and with one shove he pushed two inside. His attack on my clit made me go wild, and although the pain was no less, I could not control coming very fast. Now his fingers inside my choot started moving, and he had already located my “that” spot.

One finger would tap there while the other would push the thin wall dividing my choot from my gaand. I was going bonkers. This joy, being so extreme, was also almost painful. Soon he thrust a third finger into my choot and spread them like a trisect. He was moving them, rubbing the inner walls of my choot, while his lund was frantically maroing my gaand. I was overwhelmed by this mix of pain and pleasure, but soon my gaand got adjusted to his massive, huge lund and I started moving my chootar and moaning. He got the point and started rubbing my “spot” inside my choot. My choot responded by squeezing his fingers, and soon I came a second time. It triggered his climax too. His cum was flowing on my bruised chootar. He slowly pulled out, and I pulled back my jeans. There was no panty to save the welts and redness of my chootar, and it was being roughed up by the jeans.

Suddenly there was a knock and we came out. The DJ was asking about the music experience, and Jiju complimented her. We drove home on the bike, and as the main road was blocked, he took a very rough road, which further made mincemeat of my fucked gaand. When we entered our room, Jiju realised I was angry.

He tried to placate me, but I kept silent. He lauded my stunning beauty and said that I had been teasing him so much that he lost all sense looking at my swinging, beautiful ass. There was a faint smile on my face, but I turned away and became sober again. He held my hands and said, “Rinu, look at a stone — it is the chisel and the pain it goes through that makes it an exquisite statue. A bud, when it blooms and spreads its petals, goes through pangs… I’m sorry to cause you pain, but you were looking so sexy… and especially your chootar that I could not stop myself from fucking your gaand.”

Now it was impossible for me to stay angry. I giggled, hugged him, and kissed him directly on the lips. I said, “Jiju, it appears ki bachpan se aapko gaand marne ki aadat hai.”

He admitted without blushing, “Yes, when I was in class 8th for the first time,” but I cut him short and said, “That was your last chance. Now my hubby may come and reclaim me.”

However, in the same vein he said, “Don’t worry, main uski bhi gaand maar lunga.”

I could not control my laughter imagining what Jiju had said. I challenged him, “Jiju, if you can do that, I will shoot it with my handy cam, and then you can bugger me as many times as you want.”

He felt so happy that he squeezed my chootar, and I cried in pain. “Ouch, it hurts!” I yelled.

He left me, but I pulled down my jeans and, showing my fucked gaand towards him, wiggled it. When he tried to grab me, I pulled it up. He said, “I will bugger my saali and her hubby both,” and we joined in laughter.

I teased him, saying, “Jiju, it appears too good to be true, but if it happens I will be most thrilled — I will have something to tease him with for my entire life. But right now you must report back to Mausa ji, who will be waiting for you.”

I took a cold bath to soothe my nerves, shampooed my hair, and applied lotion deep inside my gaand and on my chootar to soothe them. As it was still hurting, it was not possible for me to wear anything tight, so I wore a saya and sari, tying them lightly. My blouse, of course, was low-cut, showing off my boobs with deep cleavage as ever.

When I came down, Jiju was reciting the arrangements at the reception place and the hard work he had done with me to ensure everything was okay (of course omitting the most important “hard” work he had put in). I joined him, standing very close to him innocently, and my hands were caressing and teasing his ass. Before he could finish, Mausa ji thanked us and gave a fresh list of chores to be completed immediately. My fingers were moving in the crack of his ass, and I pinched his gaand very hard. He could not retaliate as Mausa ji told him to leave immediately. When he turned back towards me, I showed him my raised thumb.

[opendoor]

Reenu

[Maleficio]

Suddenly I heard a commotion at the gate.
Neelu Didi had arrived with her husband and was given a traditional welcome with gallis by our bhabhis. Her husband was called by his initials — KD. Neelu Didi spotted me, rushed over, and hugged me hard. As expected, the first thing her hands measured were my boobs.

She exclaimed, “Wow, your choonchis are really mast!”

I thanked her, saying, “Didi, it was because of you, my Guru ji.”

She laughed and said, “Now your Jiju KD will come and take bur dakshina — I mean Guru dakshina — from you.”

I quizzed her, “And what were you doing? We were all waiting for both of you.”

She laughed and replied, squeezing my choonchi, “Arre, what was I doing? I was doing chudai with your Jiju for the last 20 days — uninterrupted, five times a day.”

I asked, “And how is he?”

Her laughter continued as she said, still squeezing my choonchi, “You really want to know how HIS is? Let me tell you — it is longer than usual, but what makes even chinars like me devour it is its thickness. It is really thick — thicker than anything your choot would have devoured till now.”

(I got a little afraid, but I remembered what Mummy had told me before I left with my groom. Patting my choot, she had said, “Banno, such big babies come out of this choot, and no lund can ever be even a patch on the size of those babies. So you must have full faith that your choot will gulp it smilingly. Yes, there will be pain, but that is the real joy. Most of the pain is in the mind. If a girl says she is too tight or cannot take a lund because it is too thick, my advice is that she is being a chinar and she should be fucked hard. So go ahead and enjoy. Just spread your legs as much as possible, and there should be desire — to enjoy and to give enjoyment to the lund that is doing chudai.”)

“And he is not one of those polite types,” Neelu Didi continued. “He likes chudai and he likes it raw and rough. Two more things — as he has seen your picture, he got aroused, and he also knows that it was he who should have split and torn your kunwari bur. Therefore his thick lund is in a raging mood to do jabardast chudai of your choot. And secondly, for the last two days I have been going through ‘those’ days, so he is on a fast.”

I cut her short, giggling, and told her, “Don’t bother, Didi — he will have a feast after.”

Dulari’s voice was very loud, and her words made me look towards Jiju. I could hear:

“Unche chabootra pe baith, KD saala kare apni behan ka mol,
Arre Divya ka maange 5 rupaya, Mona meri anmol,
Arre Mona ke jobana ka, unki choonchi ka maange 5 rupiya,
Aur choot hai badi anmol…
Arre nandoi saale khaye apni bahna ki chudai, apni Mona ki chudai,
Arre vo to maraye gaand, KD saala bhandua hai.”

(Sitting on a pedestal, KD is haggling for his sisters; he is asking 5 Rs for Divya and says Mona is priceless. He asks for 5 Rs for Mona’s boobs and says her cunt is priceless. Oh husband of my sister-in-law, you are living on the earnings of your sister Mona’s fucking and you too are getting buggered — KD is a pimp.)

KD Jiju was very tall, just like a hunk, with very broad shoulders and powerful limbs. I knew any girl would love to melt in his arms. He crossed the barrage of his salhajs and came towards me. Neelu Didi tried to introduce me, but he said he could smell me from a distance. He hugged me hard, and when he released me, I teasingly dropped my anchal, showing my proud joban peeping from my low-cut choli. He was breathless. He jested, “Are they real?” Now I let my pallu go down fully, exposing my joban. Amazingly he questioned again, “Are they real?” I jested, “Pakad kar dekh lijiye,” and he did not need a second invitation. He grabbed my choonchi.

Meanwhile Madhu Bhabhi too arrived there. She goaded him, “Arre Nandoi ji, sirf ek kyon — dono pakad lijiye.” He caught Madhu Bhabhi’s choonchi too and squeezed it hard.

Dulari teased him, “Arre, this is the advantage of sasural — chahe saali ki choonchi pakdo ya salhaj ki.”

He said, “Yes, yahan to saaliyan hain ya salhaj.” Meanwhile Mummy dropped in and, joining in the spirit, bantered, “Hey, don’t forget Saas. But if damads do what you are doing with salhaj and saali, Saas to will not mind.” Everybody joined in laughter.

Soon Ravi Jiju joined us and both of them started teasing me. I too responded, saying, “You never know — the real owner may come tonight.”

Both of them said in unison, “He was a trespasser. Beautiful property which we should have enjoyed first — he got.”

Ravi Jiju told KD about our talk — how Ravi Jiju would bugger my hubby — and KD burst into laughter. He said, “Hey, I will join too,” and moving towards me he added, “Saali ji, aapki to aaj sandwich banani hi hai. Even if your hubby turns up, he will be no match for our joint strength. So maximum he can do is get buggered and watch our pretty saali get buggered and fucked together. Saali ji, aap dar to nahin rahi?”

I put my hands below my boobs, pushing them out further, and challenged both my Jijus, “Hey, kaun saali darti hai? Dekh lungi aap dono logon ko saath-saath.”

There was a phone call and Rashmi Bhabhi called me inside. After talking for some time, when I came out I had a long face.

“What happened?” everybody asked.

I did not answer, but Rashmi Bhabhi spoke, smiling, “Bad news for Rinu but good for her Jijas. Her hubby is not coming today.”

Ravi and KD consoled me, “Arre, we are there and you will treat us as your hubby. Cheenu is not here and Neelu is out of action, so just smile.”

I showed a weak smile, but KD Jiju tickled me and I giggled.

“So this good news for us will last how long?” I smiled and said, “Not much. His train for today was cancelled due to fog, but he will catch another train in the morning and be here by evening. We will have to leave early the day after tomorrow morning.”

“Saali is very smart — she is giving us a hint: make hay while the sun shines. So tonight is the time,” commented KD.

“No, I never meant that.” But both of them hugged me and kissed me on either cheek, cupping my boobs. Before things could warm up further, there was the voice of Mausa ji looking for Ravi with a new set of instructions, and he had to leave. Neelu Didi too left to meet some of her local relatives with her husband.

In the evening we all reached the reception venue in time. I was dressed in a pink choli and skirt-like lehnga. My choli had only one string to tie it and was more exposing than hiding my breasts. Of course I had a chunri, which only accentuated the peaks and inflamed the desire of onlookers. Along with Madhu Bhabhi and Adi, I was receiving the guests. Madhu Bhabhi, in a traditional sari tied below her navel and partly concealing her joban, and Adi, in a tight top and short skirt, were really looking exciting. Ravi Jiju was also there with us, welcoming guests. We were hugging, kissing, smooching, and sometimes even lightly squeezing the breasts of guests.

Gita came in a tight suit, but her teen boobs were well covered under her dupatta. Adi pulled it off and handed it to me; from me it passed to Madhu Bhabhi and soon disappeared. I and Adi cupped her breasts and, showing them to her brother Ravi Jiju, teased him, “See how beautiful are the kabootars of my nanad.”

Long-legged, big-boobed barmaids were ensuring that everybody got his or her drink. We had decided that the success of the party depended upon how much everybody enjoyed, but the enjoyment of males depended upon female company and to what extent they went. And one good way of making females let their hair (and defences) down was to make them inebriated and draw them to the dance floor.

There was wine, cherry, and other drinks for ladies, being served by tall, lanky boys dressed in tight, skin-hugging outfits. Still, some of them were playing hard to get, and for that Rashmi Bhabhi and Adi had planned to spike their drinks. Those girls who were finicky or trying to stay away from boys were especially targeted and made to lose almost all control.

I saw Sona and Rupa and pointed them out to Jiju, who became a 1000-watt bulb. He shook hands with them, and I went and whispered something to Adi. She went ahead and took charge of them. They even refused to go near the bar, but Adi brought some cans of Coke (already laced liberally), broke the seal in front of them, took one herself, and gave one to me. Now Sona and Rupa took their cans and guzzled them. Ravi Jiju was meandering around them. Neelu Didi and KD Jiju came, but they were herded towards Chavi Bhabhi and her hubby.

Suddenly I saw Amit Jiju, and he drew me towards the dance floor. Suddenly the music accelerated and the lights dimmed. We were dancing very fast, grinding our bodies against each other. I had given my chunri to Rashmi Bhabhi. Soon Amit’s fingers were sliding on my back, which was fully open in my backless choli. He gripped it and pulled me towards himself. Now my jobans were rubbing against his broad chest. My choli was not only backless and low-cut but had a lot of side exposure, which gave chance to Amit Jiju’s wandering fingers to cup my boobs directly. My tits responded by raising their heads. His other hand had grabbed my chootar and started caressing it slowly. The tempo of the dance changed, and soon his fingers were inside my lehnga, trying to caress both sides of my labia. The lights had dimmed, and using the chance, one of his fingers slid into my wet choot. I too responded by pressing his bulge hard. We kept on dancing, and he was finger-fucking me while cupping my choonchi. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly the music stopped and the lights came on. It was time to change partners.

I saw Adi and Madhu Bhabhi standing outside the dance area. I pulled them both and made Adi dance with Amit Jiju. Soon the music peaked again, and when I looked towards Amit, the scene was almost the same, with only the difference that Adi had replaced me. She too was enjoying his fingers and responding warmly. Looking at it, Madhu Bhabhi gripped me and started acting like a “male” dance partner, squeezing and cupping my boobs. I started rubbing my thighs against hers.

After the music changed, I went out to look after the guests. We made almost everybody dance. I saw Ravi Jiju and KD Jiju teasing Rashmi Bhabhi. I dragged them to the dance floor. By this time it was really crowded. There were many dance areas with pools of darkness in between, and there were certain dark areas outside which we called “cozy nooks for getting nookies.” And for the more adventurous, there were dark woods outside.

KD started dancing with Rashmi Bhabhi and Ravi Jiju was with me. By this time almost everybody was kissing, rubbing bodies, or squeezing. KD did not wait for the lights to go out — his fingers were already in. I could see, with a side glance, that Adi and Gita were dancing merrily with two friends of the groom — my brother. Ravi too was hugging me, and I was rubbing the front of his pants. Just before the lights dimmed, I saw both boys moving towards the woods, and Adi almost dragging Gita towards it. And this time Ravi not only shoved his fingers into my choot but his thumb was also following the rhythm of the music and rubbing my clit. My hands were now fully rubbing his lund. It went on and on.

In the next round we changed partners, and KD was bolder and more adventurous. Both KD and Ravi wanted to dance with Sona and Rupa, but they were shy. We came out of the dance floor and started chatting with them. Adi and Gita had come back, and Gita was looking like a cat that had just eaten the canary. I and Adi went to Sona and Rupa and asked them to dance. They were hesitant, but Adi told them it would be only a girls’ round. “I and Rinu Didi will dance with you two.”

We started dancing, and Adi took the initiative. She started grinding against Rupa, and by this time there was so much crowd that there was no way they could stop. I too started rubbing my boobs against Sona and soon discovered a positive response. I pushed her further close. My hands, caressing her inner thighs, went up and found her panty. I pushed it aside and slowly started teasing her labia. She was shaking, but with so much crowd pressure she could not evade me. I found some wetness, and the tip of my fingers parted her choot and touched the inner areas. My other hand entered her top and found her tits hard. Once I realised how hot she was, I squeezed her tits and pushed my fingers deeper. I smiled at Adi, who was giving the same treatment to Rupa. I pulled out Sona’s panty in one sweep, and when it came down I put my foot on it. We stopped for a minute, but I got it removed and started dancing again.

When the lights dimmed, KD and Ravi replaced us and soon were up to their tricks. Soon Rupa and Sona were enjoying it so much that they were stuck like glue with KD and Ravi. Madhu Bhabhi had to tell them that their Jiju was waiting for them. Our plan was to make Chavi Bhabhi dance with her nandoi. When Sona and Rupa came back to the dance area, we whisked Chavi Bhabhi away to dance with KD and Ravi. And everybody enjoyed it.

Mausa ji had imposed a curfew of 11 p.m. and it was already past that. So we closed the festivities. Actually everybody was so hot that they were looking forward to some real action, including Chavi Bhabhi. Neelu Didi had to go to her relatives’ place and had already left with Amit (who was hot for her). Ravi and KD promised to drop Sona and Rupa, but before they left they told me they would be back within an hour, so I should be ready for their joint assault.

[Maleficio]

[Maleficio]

When we came back to the house, two friends of my brother wanted to go home, but I told them it was very late and they must stay back. I told Gita to use the small room on the roof (which we had used as a dressing room for ratjaga). Adi and Gita went with them to ensure they were comfortable — and surely they were going to ensure each other’s comfort during the night. Sex hung like a thick curtain in the air. There were no words, but actions were the key.

When I came down to where the ladies were sleeping, Basanti was massaging Rashmi Bhabhi with one hand inside her, and Gunja — Basanti’s nanad — was doing service to Madhu Bhabhi. Mummy and Manjhali Mausi were teasing and playing pranks with Bade Mausa ji and Cheenu’s phupha. I came back and lay down in my room, feeling a bit lonely. I knew that Ravi and KD Jiju might come, but with Rupa and Sona in a hot mood, they would not miss the chance of chudai.

I freshened up and wore a baby doll. It had just one string to unfasten. I drank a hot cup of coffee laced with brandy and lay down. I took the bottle of Vaseline and covered my choot well. On second thought, I spread my gaand too and pushed two fingers with lube into that area. I was rubbing both ends and thinking about the huge, thick weapon of KD when sleep enveloped me fast.

But soon enough I could feel somebody holding me. Before I could turn, my skirt was up and KD Jiju was inside me. I welcomed him by raising my long, slender leg and parting it. KD had already undressed and his lund was coated in Vaseline. It was very thick, and he shoved with full force. I could not suppress my scream. However, Ravi Jiju, who had unfastened my top and was squeezing my choonchi, had pushed his semi-erect lund between my lips, eliminating any chance of my scream coming out. KD Jiju was holding my slender waist, and now, seeing that any chance of a scream had been cut, he pushed with full force. In spite of the lubrication and my legs fully spread, his lund was so thick that my choot was getting bruised. For the first time I had doubts about Mummy’s contention that no lund is thick enough for choot rani.

Ravi Jiju was rubbing and squeezing my choonchi, and KD was rubbing my clit. Soon chudai started in full frenzy. It must have been some time before my choot fully devoured him and the pain subsided. Jiju brought out his lund for a minute, and I quizzed, “Hey, how did both of you come back so early? What happened to Rupa and Sona?”

Ravi Jiju told me that when they had driven almost half the distance and were fingering the teens hard, making them ripe for chudai, the girls saw a car coming and raised their hands. It was Sona’s daddy, who was going somewhere. He picked them up and thanked us.

This gave them a chance to change position. Now KD Jiju was in missionary pose and Ravi Jiju had shoved his lund in my mouth, which I was sucking greedily. (Henceforth I will refer to Ravi as Jiju and KD as Jija.) Jija had put my legs on his shoulders and pushed two pillows under my gaand. My choot was now fully open, and although it was still feeling torn and stretched beyond endurance, it was enjoying the rubbing it was getting from his lund. He was sucking and biting my choonchi, and with powerful thrusts his lund was doing jabardast chudai. I was sucking Jiju’s lund with gusto. He was holding my head and fucking my mouth. My hands were caressing and fondling his big balls, and my tongue was rubbing his shaft. My fingers went on to caress his gaand hole, and one finger penetrated inside. It would be wrong to say that the pain had subsided, but now pleasure had overtaken. I was pushing my chootar in response to Jija’s (KD’s) powerful thrusts. He was built like a bodybuilder, and his muscles were packed with power. My choot, though extended beyond limit, was trying to squeeze his lund. Jiju had almost shoved his lund deep inside, and I could taste his pre-cum. My cheeks were fully bloated. I could feel the throbbing of Jiju’s lund, and knowing that he was on the verge of explosion, I pushed my finger into his gaand with a full thrust, pressing his sensitive point. It was too much for him. He flooded my mouth, and although I drank most of it, some fell on my cheeks and breasts. Jija pinched my clit, and I too exploded. He was doing chudai in frenzy and came soon. He not only filled my choot with his cum but pulled out his lund and sprayed my tummy and boobs with cum as well.

I was surprised with Jija (KD). His lund was still almost erect. Both Jiju put me on their lap and were kissing and biting me. One choonchi would be squeezed by Jija and the other crushed by Jiju. Jija would use both his hands to fondle my boobs softly, and Jiju would push his fingers into my choot. It would be wrong to say that we got aroused — Jija and Jiju were having erections almost continuously.

However, Jija left us and went to pee. Jiju told me something, and I giggled. When he came back from the bathroom, Jiju was lying down and I was over him, kissing him, biting his cheeks, and titillating his tits. Soon I came down and took his huge lund between my hard boobs and started fondling, caressing, and squeezing it with my breasts. His supara was open, and I teased his pee hole with my steel-hard, eraser-like big nipples. I kissed and sucked his balls, and my tongue went behind and I sucked his asshole. Meanwhile Jiju was caressing my labia, and his two fingers were fucking my choot slowly. After getting lubricated, they travelled deep inside my gaand. I came over him, and my choot was teasing him. Jija was sitting nearby, enjoying the scene without joining. I would spread my choot, show it to Jija and Jiju, and when he would push his gaand to thrust it, I would just let my choot kiss his supara and pull it away. It went on and on, but in one swoop Jiju held my waist and pulled me down, and his mighty, majestic lund went inside my choot. Now I too pressed myself, and soon my clit was getting rubbed by the base of his lund. I was lying with my boobs rubbing against him, and Jiju had captured me in his powerful arms. I was enjoying the slow chudai. Soon I could see that Jija was not there, and I discovered his presence right behind me as he started caressing my ass. He pushed a finger inside my asshole, and a second finger joined soon. I was squirming and wriggling, but it was of no use. His thumb went deep inside, spreading my sphincter muscle. After fucking me with his two fingers and thumb for some time, he withdrew them and his two fingers stretched my gaand. I could feel a thin nozzle, and he emptied a tube of KY jelly. I was trying to get up, but Jiju had gripped me hard. Jija pushed his supara, but it could not make its way. He again stretched my gaand, got his supara trapped, and holding my slender waist with full, powerful thrust shoved his lund. Jiju was acting in unison — he gripped my lips between his and bit them. I almost fainted. But Jija mercilessly pushed further and paused only when half of his lund was deep inside. My body was twitching and wriggling with pain. I was abusing Jija, “Teri behan Mona ke Divya ke bhonsade mein gaand mein gadhe ka lund na dalvaiya to kahna, saali chinar ke bhandue.” Jiju started caressing my back, and only after almost 5-6 minutes did I get used to the ache in my gaand. Now Jiju started fucking me slowly, caressing my boobs, and Jija was pinching and pulling my clit. When both of them realised that I had started enjoying again, Jija shoved, and this time he kept on pushing till his lund was deep inside my gaand. Jiju was caressing my hair, stroking and patting me. The pain continued, but I was now enjoying it. With a very slow motion Jiju raised me up and brought me down on his lund, and my choot was enjoying this slow chudai. After some time Jija ne bhi gaand marana shuru kar diya. Jiju would pull his lund inside and Jija would bring it outside, and when Jija would shove his lund in my gaand right up to the base, Jiju would pull it out of my choot. It continued and continued. Sometimes both of them would do maslai-ragdai of my choonchi, and sometimes my clit would get a double assault. I came twice, but the double assault continued. Jija came first in my gaand, and after his cream filled my gaand, it was Jiju who came in my choot. Jija brought out his lund and lovingly patted it on my cheeks.

I went to the bathroom and came back. Jija lovingly pulled me into his lap and said, “Kyon Rinu, ab to gussa nahin ho?”

I said in mock anger, “If anybody puts something as thick in a man’s ass, then he will realise. You feel that women can take any amount.”

Jija laughed and said, “I don’t know about other men, but one man we had promised will take this thickness,” patting his monstrous lund he jested.

“Who?” I could not guess.

“One who is coming tomorrow — your hubby.” And all of us laughed.

I said, “Yes, I will not mind, and for that I will kiss this lovely lund.” I kissed Jija’s lund and said, “For that it has permission to do anything.”

I was slowly kissing his supara, licking it right up to the balls and coming back again to tease his pee hole. He made me sit on his lap, and spreading my choot and tolerating all the pain, biting my lips, I took his lund. He was making me swing, and I was enjoying it. He then made me go on all fours. My head was in the pillows, and he spread my legs and slowly glided his lund into my choot, which was fully stretched. His one hand was caressing my choonchi and the other was teasing my clit, but soon the slow chudai became a merciless pounding of my choot, caressing of choonchi became crushing with full force, and teasing led to pinching and pulling of my clit. But I was enjoying it so much. I was begging for more of it: “Haan Jija, please aur jor se chodo… kas kar chodo… ohhh.”

He was treating me like a rag doll. He must have changed 5-6 positions, but chudai continued. I was holding a chair and he was standing, and in every shove he would push his lund right up to the base and again pull out almost fully. I must have cum umpteen times. Fucking in this manner, he came. This time he brought his lund out and sprayed my hair and back with his cum. I could not get up for some time. Jiju came and lifted me.

He opened a fresh bottle of whisky, and we took swings from the bottle directly. We finished the bottle fast. After some time I got my energy back. Now it was the turn of Jiju, who was kissing and caressing me. I looked at Jija, who was looking glum, feeling that he might have hurt me. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. I jumped back to his lap, and his face bloomed. I went over and kissed his lund, and he started sucking my choot. Soon we were doing 69. I was controlling the movement and enjoying the flick of his tongue, but now Jiju invaded my gaand, and again I was made a sandwich. Soon I was brought over Jija’s lund, who started fucking me in the choot, and Jiju’s lund was in my gaand. During the entire night I was fucked four times each by both. Thrice I was buggered, and all my holes took their share. Jija even fucked my choonchis too.

When I got up after a short sleep, it was quite late. My body was covered with bruises and cum. I washed, got ready fast. However, when I arrived in the house, the situation was almost the same. Rashmi Bhabhi was preparing tea with Basanti, and their play of the night was almost continuing. Basanti pinched my chootar, and it hurt after such gaand marai. I squeezed her choonchi in retaliation. Adi came, and I winked at her and she blushed. I kissed her on the lips, and Rashmi Bhabhi too grabbed her choonchi. Day soon became afternoon. Some guests had gone, and some were going.

I went back to my room as it was time for my hubby to arrive. I took a bath and was getting ready. I was sitting in front of the dressing table when both Jija and Jiju arrived.

Smilingly, Jiju bolted the room. “I think there is still time for a quickie.”

I protested, “No, I know both of you — your quickies are twice as long as the normal time taken by anybody, and I have to finish my makeup. My gaals are full of last night’s bites and scratches.”

Both laughed and said, “But what will we do about it?” and opened their zips. Their raging lunds made my mouth water too. I pulled Jiju’s lund and kissed it. I admitted, “Yes, I agree, and it is the duty of a saali to take care of such handsome problems. Let me see what I can do.” And I gulped Jiju’s lund. My freshly henna-coloured hands were rubbing Jija’s lund. Soon Jiju pulled out his lund, and it was Jija’s turn to shove his lund, but I wavered. He lifted my saya, suggesting he could take my choot while Ravi Jiju made me suck his lund. I refused, saying, “No, my both holes are very sore. I can take your lund, but not full, as it is too thick.”

Jija came closer and silently pinched my nose, which almost stopped my breath. As I opened my mouth, he shoved his lund inside. Jiju was holding my head firmly, therefore I could not even pull it back. I was making gurgling sounds, tried to move my hands away, but it was firmly being pushed from both sides. My face became red, and I stretched my cheeks, pulled my lower jaw further down, and took almost half of his lund. Only then did he leave. My hands were caressing, stroking his lund, and squeezing his balls to expedite his cumming. He was rubbing and scratching my choonchi. Soon again it was Jiju’s turn, and this time he pinched my nose, but now with practice I was soon deep-throating him, and I had started enjoying it so much that I forgot about the ticking of the clock. My cheeks were bloated, my throat was aching, and my jaw was in pain, but I continued sucking vigorously. When I realised time was short, I made a frantic effort, and my hands too were pumping hard. Jiju came in my mouth, but he brought it out and sprayed it on my face, which covered the makeup I had done. Soon it was Jija’s turn, and he too did a facial for me. He also asked me to stick my tongue out, and on it both of them poured their leftover cum. Jija took some on his hand too and rubbed it over my choot. There was knocking from outside. It was Mummy’s voice, who was reprimanding me for taking so much time in makeup. Neither was there time nor was I permitted, and I just spread it along with the makeup on my face and came down. Jija said, “Now you must offer a kiss on your cheeks to your hubby in front of everybody, and he will discover a new taste.” Jiju said, “And a kiss on his lips also with your tongue. With cream on that, its taste will be different.”

When I came down, Gita accosted me. She teased, “Sajan ji ke liye aaj khas makeup hua hai. It is shining so much, Bhabhi.”

I pinched her chootar and said, “It is a special cream designed by my Jiju and your brother Ravi.”

Looking at Gita’s face, I said to Jiju teasingly, “Why not rub that cream on your sister’s face too” and it was time for Ravi Jiju to blush.

[Sage_69]

Thanks for translating this story. Loving it. It’s not just a sex story. It’s a STORY. Full package with everything mixed together.

[Maleficio]

Concluding Part

I was sitting with Jija and Jiju. Adi, Madhu Bhabhi, and Basanti were also there, teasing me about waiting for my hubby. Jiju pulled me into his lap and hugged me hard. Squeezing my choonchi, he said, “Let your hubby come, but you will stay in my lap only.”

The doorbell rang, and my heart said it must be him. His youngest saali, Adi, went ahead to open the door. Jiju tightened his grip on my joban, but behold — when the door opened, it was Cheenu Didi. I could hardly recognise her. She was totally transformed. Her breasts had got a lift (and maybe some silicon), and a few inches more and she would have challenged Pam. She was dressed in a tight top and a skirt. She looked straight out of a Playboy centrefold. Her hips had also broadened, but the most important change was her attitude. I went ahead and hugged her, and without wasting a moment she rubbed her boobs against mine and kissed my cheeks.

Hiding behind her was my hubby, whom Adi grabbed. I introduced her: “Your chhoti saali.” He pressed her small choonchis.

Cheenu Didi enquired from me, “Ghonta Ravi ka maja loota mere mard ke saath?”

I replied, moving my eyes, “Kiska mard? Mere Jiju hain aur mera haq hai. But you tell — tumne mere mard ke saath to nahin?”

She pinched my chootar and said, “Kya pata, ho sakta hai.”

Our conversation stopped as my hubby was being welcomed with a barrage of gallis by his salhajs. Basanti was in the lead, singing:

“Aaya behan chod aaya…”

Rashmi Bhabhi too joined in: “Unki behna maange 4 aana, choonchi dabvane ka 8 aana, taang uthane ka 1 rupaya, raat chudvane ka.”

Even Adi had learned some gallis and was singing with gusto. But he kept on grabbing and cupping Adi, and Basanti hugged him from behind, starting to push as if she was buggering him. She taunted, “Itne din late aaye ho, apni behna ke bhonsade mein ghuse the kya? Chalo, late hone ki saza hai — late kar saari salhaj se gaand marvao.”

I left him to the mercy of his salhajs and took Cheenu Didi to Chavi Bhabhi. She was stunned to see the beauty of Chavi. After some jokes I asked again, “Hey, tell me how you and my hubby came together.”

She giggled and said, “Yes, we came together,” and that gave me sufficient hint. By then Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had joined, leaving my hubby with Adi, Basanti, and Gunja, who kept on teasing him. Madhu Bhabhi and Rashmi Bhabhi started their treatment, and Chavi Bhabhi joined in too.

Both Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had taken care of her top. They grabbed her choonchis and were doing ragdai-maslai, then went ahead to pinch her nipples hard. Chavi Bhabhi too had learned many tricks in our sangat. She lifted her skirt and shifted her panty to one side. Her two fingers slid inside in one shove, and she was rubbing her clit too. Soon Cheenu Didi confessed.

She told us that due to fog her flight arrived late and her train had left. When she reached the station, this train was also whistling. She boarded first AC, but the conductor told her that only a two-berth coupe was available, in which one person was already travelling. She had no choice. When the conductor took her to the coupe, she saw my hubby. Of course, Cheenu was so changed that he could not recognise her. They had met only a few times. Cheenu was given the upper berth. When the conductor left and he bolted the door from inside, Cheenu Didi blurted, “Will you mind going on top? I mean, I have no objection, but I feel lying down is better.” He laughed, and then she understood and blushed. She said, “I don’t mean that.” Now he was laughing and teasing. He asked, “I will take whatever position or place you suggest — just be comfortable.”

There was some problem with the blower and the coach was very cold. Cheenu Didi was dressed very inappropriately, and he offered her his coat. She just wanted to become comfortable and tried to drop a pill that would send her to sleep. But she had brought some female versions of Viagra, and in her hurry she popped that instead. She realised it, but by then it was melting in her blood. They sat close, and just to put his arm around her, my hubby placed his hand on her shoulders. One thing led to another, and soon she was in her most comfortable position — down, and my hubby was on top, as she had requested, but with his lund in her choot. A first AC coupe is a very strange place and makes strangers bedfellows, almost like politics. People know they are not going to meet after that night, they are safe from any interference, and while everybody else is trying hard to sleep, they are hard. Cheenu Didi admitted that she came three times before my hubby finally came. And soon it was followed by a second round.

After that they were tired and started asking each other’s names and where they were going, like co-passengers. Cheenu was surprised to learn that he was going to the same mohalla. Cheenu told him Mausa ji’s name and asked if the house he was going to was close. My hubby laughed and said he was going there only, and that his wife must be very angry that he could not reach his brother-in-law’s reception. Cheenu said she was also going there, and it was too much of a coincidence.

My hubby too got surprised and said, “You know my wife Rinu?” Now Cheenu teased him and said, “Thoda thoda.” She hugged him hard and said, “I’m Cheenu.” And it made my hubby bite her cheeks hard. To celebrate, they fucked again twice. Now there was no hurry as the train was running late. Now Cheenu sucked him hard. As I had been away for almost one week, my hubby was hungry and so was Cheenu. Cheenu told that my mard not only fucked her twice but buggered her also. And once she decided to dominate by going on top, as she was the elder saali.

Cheenu Didi had brought some interesting toys for Chavi Bhabhi. There were dildos and vibrators of various types, but the best were some double dildos and strap-ons. I tried a double dildo with Madhu Bhabhi. I pushed one part in me and shoved the tip into Madhu Bhabhi’s choot. Rashmi Bhabhi put the strap-on on Chavi Bhabhi and goaded her to try it with Cheenu Didi. And she rode her hard. Cheenu too was enjoying it. We were just teasing and playing with each other when we heard Mummy’s voice saying it was time for Madhu Bhabhi’s train. I pulled it out fast. Adi was ready with the luggage, and my hubby was following her like a lamb, as he had got a chhoti saali for the first time. The dildo which I had brought out from Madhu Bhabhi’s choot was kept in Adi’s bag, saying it was a gift from me. I invited both Madhu Bhabhi and Adi to visit us. Adi told me that during March, as there would be board exams, her college would be closed. As she was in Std XI, her exams would be held only in April, so she would have long Holi holidays. Holi was on 6th March this year, so maybe she could come then. Madhu Bhabhi also nodded and said that anyway her hubby would be away for a 10-day training trip, so both of them would come during Holi. They would arrive on the 4th and spend a week with us. I could see a bulge in my hubby’s pants, and Adi rubbing and teasing him, saying, “Jiju, aapki pichkari ka saara rang abki Holi mein nikaal lungi.” He went to drop them at the station.

Cheenu Didi was closeted with her hubby and my Jiju for a long time. I and Rashmi Bhabhi pulled them away. KD Jija was also eyeing Cheenu Didi and saying that he would get his pound of flesh tonight. Cheenu Didi laughed and said, “You can take all the flesh.” Most of the guests had gone, and it was decided that we would also leave the next day by the morning train. It was dinner time and galli time, and Basanti and Rashmi Bhabhi took the lead in abusing their nandoi. KD Jija was given gallis with the names of his sisters Saroj, Sunita, and Sarala. Basanti sang:

“Saroj Rani hain pakki chinar, unke ghar mein do dwar…
Ek jaaye aage, doosra peechhe…
Bacha nahi koi, nauan kanhaar.”

(Saroj, sister of KD, is a top slut. She has two doors — one in front and one behind. She has not left anybody — waterman, barber — everybody enjoys her.)

Rashmi Bhabhi targeted my hubby:

“Main tumse poochhoon, tumhari behna ke bil mein, tumhari Guddo ke bil mein, unki bur mein kya kya aaye…
Mohalle ke sab gadhe samaye, tumhare sab saale samaye.”

(I ask what your sister takes in her cunt, in her pussy — she takes the cocks of all the donkeys of her area, she devours the cocks of all your brother-in-laws.)

We all knew it was our last night together, and that made it very hot.

Cheenu was grabbed by my hubby and KD Jija, and just as I had been made to devour two lunds together the previous night, Cheenu was fucked and buggered.

But Ravi Jiju was luckier. I, along with Rashmi Bhabhi, provided him company for the night. Rashmi Bhabhi teased me, “Saliyon, kya tumhi Jiju ka maja le sakti ho? Salhaj ko nandoi ka lund nahin chahiye?”

I accepted, “Yes, she has as much right on her nandoi’s lund as I have on my Jija.”

Both of us stripped Ravi Jiju and kissed and licked his lund together. Rashmi Bhabhi would lick the balls and I would suck the shaft. Sometimes, like two sahelis sharing a lollipop, we would lick his supara together. We were kissing his asshole, rubbing his lund on our gore gore gaal, and Jiju could not take it any longer. He made me go on all fours, and with one shove his mighty lund was doing chudai of my bur. Rashmi Bhabhi was caressing my choonchi, pinching my tits, and goading her nandoi to fuck me hard. With so much teasing, Jiju was like a bull, and his lund was ramming my choot like a piston. My choot too was greedily squeezing and rubbing it, and I was moving my chootar. I must have come twice or thrice, but Jiju was not going to cum.

Rashmi Bhabhi, who was caressing his gaand, pushed her fingers inside hard. She started fucking him, and soon her finger pressed his pressure point and he came — no, he exploded. His lund kept on cumming, and it not only flooded my choot but my thighs were also drowned.

After that it was Rashmi Bhabhi’s turn. Jiju, while fucking her, tried to finger-fuck her big gaand, but Bhabhi protested too much. I winked at him and whispered to concentrate on fucking her choot. Now Jiju brought her almost to orgasm but stopped. He would flirt with her clit, pull her nipples, and rub her clit with the base of his lund. Now Bhabhi was begging for his lund. Jiju made her go on all fours and fucked her hard. I too was pulling her tits as if I was milking her. Bhabhi kept on coming, but Jiju continued her chudai unabated. She was exhausted, and only then he spilled. He came not only in her choot but brought out his lund and made her big choonchis white. I spread it around. Bhabhi was lying with Jiju’s cum in her cunt and on her thighs. I told Bhabhi that I could not let Jiju’s precious cum go to waste. I went over her and started lapping and licking her cum-filled choot. My fingers would caress her labia, and my tongue, with a silken touch, would just tease her choot. Soon she was mad. She was begging me to suck her hard, and who was I to deny my bhabhi? I parted her cunt lips and pushed my tongue deep. I was licking the walls of her choot, full of the feel of Jiju’s lund, making the taste double. Soon she too had started licking me, and we continued doing 69. When I paused for a breather and looked up, Jiju was sitting with his lund in full erection, looking at our Sapphic play. But his eyes were riveted on Bhabhi’s gaand. I knew what he wanted. I gave him a thumbs-up sign and pointed towards Bhabhi’s gaand. He nodded, smiling. Who was to deny Jiju? My tongue came out, and from rubbing her clit I went to her asshole. She was wriggling, but my tongue was teasing Bhabhi there. I took out a lot of saliva and let my tongue take it to Bhabhi’s asshole. At that time my fingers were rolling, pulling, and pinching her pink, swollen clit, so she was going mad. Bhabhi too was sucking my choot hard. I brought my tongue back to her choot and again pushed it in. I lubricated it with Bhabhi’s juices and Jiju’s cum still in Bhabhi’s choot and brought it back to Bhabhi’s gaand. After licking her there for some time, my fingers took charge, and I slowly pushed one finger in. Bhabhi was almost going berserk with my sucking and licking. Now my tongue was fucking her choot and my index finger was fucking her gaand. When she would be on the brink, I would lift my face from her choot, blow a bit, and start very slowly. But I realised the time was ripe. I took her clit between my lips and started sucking. I had called Jiju closer, whose lund was almost near Bhabhi’s gaand. My lips were sucking, nibbling; my tongue was flirting, and she was on the verge. I parted her gaand, and Jiju, now with his lund coated with Vaseline, pushed. I bit her clit and she came. And at the same time Jiju shoved his lund inside her gaand, tearing her sphincter. She could not do anything as my full weight was on her and with full force I was holding her chootar. Jiju too was holding her waist, and in the second attempt half of his lund was in. She was abusing me and screaming, “Chinar, khud to gadhe ka lund ghontati hai, abhi to meri gaand mein ungli bhi nahin gayi thi.” I was giggling and telling her, “Bhabhi, nandoi ka maja lena hai to poora lo na.” I began licking her softly, and Jiju was paying full attention to Bhabhi’s choonchis, with full knowledge that now his lund was securely riveted in her gaand and whatever wriggling she might do, she could not get it out. Bhabhi too reconciled and started enjoying her gaand marai. After waiting for some time, Jiju shoved his full lund and was buggering her in frenzy. I got up and was enjoying the view. Bhabhi started enjoying this new experience and soon was moaning. Jiju had started finger-fucking her with three fingers deep in her bur. It went on and on. When Jiju came, he again, after flooding her gaand, brought the rest of his cum on her choonchi.

And surprisingly, even Neelu Didi was not spared in spite of her condition. When KD was fucking Cheenu hard, my hubby came out to go to the bathroom, and Neelu Didi was coming out. Soon he not only made her suck him but fucked her sexy choonchis. Thus all of us enjoyed our Jijus.

The next day was time for parting. I winked at Ravi and said, “You promised something special for my hubby,” and they promised that next time it would surely be done. We all laughed except my poor hubby, who was saved. I invited Ravi Jiju to come to us, and my hubby too extended the invitation to Cheenu Didi. Ravi was looking forward to it and gladly accepted. Neelu Didi pinched me and said, “Chinalo, tum donon ne maja liya aur main hi bhukhi rah gayi.” My hubby told KD Jija, “Hey, why don’t you come along with Neelu too? First time all the sisters will be together for Holi.”

And KD, looking at me and Cheenu and understanding what chances Holi would bring, accepted, saying Holi was on 6th March and we would be there by 4th March on Thursday. I asked Chavi, “What is your programme? You will be coming back on the 3rd from your honeymoon.” My brother said, “Actually I have taken too much leave and I will be reporting back on the 4th, but that is a non-family station, so I cannot keep her there. We were thinking about it — maybe…” Chavi Bhabhi interjected and said, “Maybe I can go to my parents’ place.” We all laughed. Neelu Didi squeezed her choonchi and said, “Banno, bahut din tak bhaiyon se choonchi dabwaai — Holi mein.” I said, “Hey, why don’t you drop Chavi at my place? It is on your way too.” They agreed. Cheenu teased her, “Hey Bhabhi, teen nandoi se mukabla hoga.” I jested, “Ek aage se.” Neelu Didi said, “Doosra peechhe se.” And Rashmi Bhabhi completed, “Teesra munh mein.” And we all laughed. Chavi Bhabhi, becoming bold, said, “What do you feel — salhaj saali se kamzor nahin hoti?”

When we were going, Ravi Jiju whispered in my ears, “Jao jao, bhukhe sher se pala padega.” And I smiled, dreaming about the coming Holi on 6th March.

[blackdesk]

So sexxxxxxy writing. Post more please

[Glenlivet]

Is it different from a story with the same title posted in this section?

[sarit11]

Is it different from a story with the same title posted in this section?

my dear 

give that thread link , let me check and change the name a little

so that no confusion with same title

[Glenlivet]

my dear 

give that thread link , let me check and change the name a little

so that no confusion with same title

It is a story by usaiha2 titled “An Indian Wedding… <> komaalrani” posted in 2021. Some of characters in that story are Cheenu, Reenu, Ravi, Champa etc.  The link is: https://xossipy.com/thread-39294.html

The same characters and the same events are shown here.