22-03-2020, 11:05 PM
The Holi Special – The Quickie
One day before Holi, I went with Sajid to his hometown; he had a three-storied haveli in his hometown. Drawing room, dining room, kitchen and a guest room along with stores etc, were situated on the ground floor and three bedrooms with attached bathroom on the first floor for his three wives, while his brother and his wife stay on the second floor, rest two room were empty. Sajid introduced me to the entire town as the owner of the company for which he used to work.
On the day of holi, I wore a Ghagra Choli but as this one was designed in the city it had more daring cut and from different fabrics from the traditional ones. The Choli was practically backless with just two strings holding the front piece on my 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, exposed to all but for the chiffon dupatta (Scarf) used to cover it all. The gauze like dupatta did more to allure by hinting at what lay beneath. As I laughed, joked and went about the town with Sajid’s friends and relatives, an occasionally momentary slippage of the dupatta would give any person lucky enough to be around a view of my back. The front was not daringly cut, but yes it was firm and supportive enough to hold up my 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 my so-suck-able breasts.
None of this was lost on Sajid who watched my every move, reminiscing of the time he’d caressed that back and watched it weave and undulate as he rode me like a stallion from behind. Or of my breasts, which in his mind was 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 behavior 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 Sajid watched this too, as I participated to the fullest and was the life and soul of happenings in the town that day. He saw the same sauciness and charm which he had encountered the first time I showed my skin to him. 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 water-guns. The bolder among the boys Rafiq approached me and with joyous shouts of “Mam…” and chased me to throw color and water at me.
I ran, laughing, out of breath, ducking in and out of corridors and rooms avoiding everyone skillfully, till I was cornered. Rasul with flushed face paused on finding me trapped, he took in the intoxicating sight of me with my dupatta askew and face radiant with smiles and a flushed look.
“Wait…it’s my new dress…I’ll change and come…then I’ll allow you to do what you want…” I said authoritatively.
“Whatever I want?” Rasul asked audaciously, his eyes sparkling.
“Yes…whatever…” I replied impishly. Rasul drew himself back, placing his bets on getting a chance at more aggressive flirting once I was down. I ran up the steps towards my room to change into a white kurta set which I’d saved up for this occasion. I didn’t know that Sajid had never let me go out of sight today. I remained in his line of sight as he watched me flirt, play and caught glimpses of my back, my ankles and as much of the rest of my lovely persona as he could. And he caught sight of me dashing up the stairs.
My suitcase was on the low table next to the dresser and I was rummaging through my clothes all in a hurry to find the white kurta. I was startled when I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders from behind. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as I recognized the grip; it was Sajid. He had followed me upstairs. I did not move. From my bent position I looked up and behind at him and smiled. But I stayed that way Sajid placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of my back; as soon as I felt him touch me, I was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt me. His large, rough hands on my soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down my spine as he traced his way down my back right up to the edge of my Ghagra. I shuddered as the nail touched every single erogenous spot on its way. It was as if he was unzipping and opening out my sexuality with that fingernail.
“Seems like you were waiting for an opportunity…” I said.
“Yes…I was…” Sajid replied and his both hands held me at the waist.
“What if someone spot us?” I asked.
“So what…” Sajid replied, lifting my Ghagra revealing my ass clad in my pink panties.
“So what…what do you mean by that…” I said gripping the sides of the low table to steady myself.
“I mean…I’ll let them watch…just like that day...” Sajid replied.
“And you think…I’ll let them watch…” I said, pulling down my panties and stamping with my feet got it off my legs.
“Do quickly…otherwise someone might come looking for you…” I said. With one hand on my hips, other hand arranged the folds of his dhoti so his cock found a gap in the cloth. Sajid’s erection had been ebbing and hardening all morning as he had taken in different sights of me, but all my sauciness now had it in full rage. Sajid straightened his back to thrust his cock forward; it was pointing upwards in its blood-engorged firmness, he held it and lowered it pointing to my ass. He laved it with the pre-cum on his cockhead. I shuddered as he touched me from my ass to my cunt, I reached under to try guiding him, Sajid leaned forward and with his teeth, pulled open the lower string 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.
Sajid straightened up and guided his cock back into the vale between the ass-cheeks, this time his cock snagged in the outer lips of my cunt and he thrust forward to embed himself. While both of us 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 us. Our ‘Ah….’ Was in unison, almost orchestrated; I laughed a small laugh and gripped the edge of the table hard and held my ass firm and upturned to him. Sajid grunted and pulled back to thrust again, my bangles jangles as he fucked me. With his methodical thumping, the jangling became louder and followed the beat of his fucking. I wished I’d taken them off but instead of silence, I actually added to the noises with a series of
‘Unh…Unh’ as he changed his pace of fucking.
Sajid had started rapidly sliding in and out of my cunt luxuriating in the way my lips rode over his head, his hands slowly slid up my waist; up the sides of my torso and now the thumb was on my back while the four fingers gripped the side of my chest. This allowed his index finger to feel the mass of breasts while the middle finger and ring finger teased my nipples.
“Oh Sajid…fuck me…Mmmmm…” I hissed through clenched teeth. I shook my head from side to side as indescribable pleasure emanated from my breasts and as the occasional lunge from the cock touched a pleasure zone inside my pussy.
“Ahh…” exhaled Sajid with every thrust, and as he pulled back; he sucked in his breath through and 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 he closed his eyes, gripped my torso and fucked with a need to finish quick. This was dangerous as I rightly pointed out, but he could not have waited another hour; right now, he just needed to own me, mark me, pound me and fill me. I started to convulse as my orgasm ripped through me; I brought up one hand to hold my lower tummy as I felt the thick cock in my womb, from the deep penetration. I could feel it throb and pulsate inside me through the stomach wall; an occasional twinge of pain came from his marauding cockhead touching a sensitive part deep in me. My legs gave way as the intensity of the orgasm caused me to buckle. I let out a scream of desperate wanting when his cock slipped out of my cunt as I fell forward, my face now buried in the pile of clothes in the suitcase.
His cock smeared itself on my ass as it missed its target completely and Sajid lurched in an uncontrolled response to lack of the grip of my cunt. I frantically reached for his cock and Sajid frantically grabbed at my hips, I was now completely face down and my ass in the air; my cunt was vacant and throbbing and I needed urgently to be filled back.
“Yyyeeessss….” I bellowed when he sank back into me, the sensation of cumming which had built up in him had receded and Sajid pounded into me with a vengeance to regain the lost peak. The brutality of his quest took me over the cliff and my pussy melted in a cascade of spasms, I came like I 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. I clung onto the suitcase and table and held my cunt steady and open for him to bludgeon me into submission through the now impending orgasm. Sajid shuddered and came in torrents, as he most usually did with me, after two thrusts; he left my hips, placed his hands on the wall and thrust his cock deep into me and held there. The next few spasm 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. Another dribble of sperm and another thrust back, with each successive thrust; his cockhead swelled a little lesser and lesser, till finally he’d come to rest on my sexy broad ass.
For me the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat, my womb filled with Sajid’s sumptuous outpourings. I felt his seed deep in me and I held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to me, I just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for me to receive every little spend from his system. As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, I found myself unsupported as Sajid had now placed his hands on the wall. I fell over, suitcase and all; I now was on my back, half inside my suitcase, looking up at Sajid who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully my Ghagra fell back to cover me, through my ass was still not covered. I watched Sajid, 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.
Sajid looked down at me, lying in a head amongst clothes, the lower part of my blouse open and showing part of my breasts. My eyes looked deep into his, my hand roamed over my lower belly with the womb within and I palmed myself there, where he’d deposited copious volumes of his seeds. I reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh.
“You naughty…” I pronounced and got up and continued “Let me change now…” signaling an end to the episode.
End of The Holi Special- Chapter 1
One day before Holi, I went with Sajid to his hometown; he had a three-storied haveli in his hometown. Drawing room, dining room, kitchen and a guest room along with stores etc, were situated on the ground floor and three bedrooms with attached bathroom on the first floor for his three wives, while his brother and his wife stay on the second floor, rest two room were empty. Sajid introduced me to the entire town as the owner of the company for which he used to work.
On the day of holi, I wore a Ghagra Choli but as this one was designed in the city it had more daring cut and from different fabrics from the traditional ones. The Choli was practically backless with just two strings holding the front piece on my 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, exposed to all but for the chiffon dupatta (Scarf) used to cover it all. The gauze like dupatta did more to allure by hinting at what lay beneath. As I laughed, joked and went about the town with Sajid’s friends and relatives, an occasionally momentary slippage of the dupatta would give any person lucky enough to be around a view of my back. The front was not daringly cut, but yes it was firm and supportive enough to hold up my 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 my so-suck-able breasts.
None of this was lost on Sajid who watched my every move, reminiscing of the time he’d caressed that back and watched it weave and undulate as he rode me like a stallion from behind. Or of my breasts, which in his mind was 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 behavior 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 Sajid watched this too, as I participated to the fullest and was the life and soul of happenings in the town that day. He saw the same sauciness and charm which he had encountered the first time I showed my skin to him. 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 water-guns. The bolder among the boys Rafiq approached me and with joyous shouts of “Mam…” and chased me to throw color and water at me.
I ran, laughing, out of breath, ducking in and out of corridors and rooms avoiding everyone skillfully, till I was cornered. Rasul with flushed face paused on finding me trapped, he took in the intoxicating sight of me with my dupatta askew and face radiant with smiles and a flushed look.
“Wait…it’s my new dress…I’ll change and come…then I’ll allow you to do what you want…” I said authoritatively.
“Whatever I want?” Rasul asked audaciously, his eyes sparkling.
“Yes…whatever…” I replied impishly. Rasul drew himself back, placing his bets on getting a chance at more aggressive flirting once I was down. I ran up the steps towards my room to change into a white kurta set which I’d saved up for this occasion. I didn’t know that Sajid had never let me go out of sight today. I remained in his line of sight as he watched me flirt, play and caught glimpses of my back, my ankles and as much of the rest of my lovely persona as he could. And he caught sight of me dashing up the stairs.
My suitcase was on the low table next to the dresser and I was rummaging through my clothes all in a hurry to find the white kurta. I was startled when I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders from behind. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as I recognized the grip; it was Sajid. He had followed me upstairs. I did not move. From my bent position I looked up and behind at him and smiled. But I stayed that way Sajid placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of my back; as soon as I felt him touch me, I was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt me. His large, rough hands on my soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down my spine as he traced his way down my back right up to the edge of my Ghagra. I shuddered as the nail touched every single erogenous spot on its way. It was as if he was unzipping and opening out my sexuality with that fingernail.
“Seems like you were waiting for an opportunity…” I said.
“Yes…I was…” Sajid replied and his both hands held me at the waist.
“What if someone spot us?” I asked.
“So what…” Sajid replied, lifting my Ghagra revealing my ass clad in my pink panties.
“So what…what do you mean by that…” I said gripping the sides of the low table to steady myself.
“I mean…I’ll let them watch…just like that day...” Sajid replied.
“And you think…I’ll let them watch…” I said, pulling down my panties and stamping with my feet got it off my legs.
“Do quickly…otherwise someone might come looking for you…” I said. With one hand on my hips, other hand arranged the folds of his dhoti so his cock found a gap in the cloth. Sajid’s erection had been ebbing and hardening all morning as he had taken in different sights of me, but all my sauciness now had it in full rage. Sajid straightened his back to thrust his cock forward; it was pointing upwards in its blood-engorged firmness, he held it and lowered it pointing to my ass. He laved it with the pre-cum on his cockhead. I shuddered as he touched me from my ass to my cunt, I reached under to try guiding him, Sajid leaned forward and with his teeth, pulled open the lower string 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.
Sajid straightened up and guided his cock back into the vale between the ass-cheeks, this time his cock snagged in the outer lips of my cunt and he thrust forward to embed himself. While both of us 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 us. Our ‘Ah….’ Was in unison, almost orchestrated; I laughed a small laugh and gripped the edge of the table hard and held my ass firm and upturned to him. Sajid grunted and pulled back to thrust again, my bangles jangles as he fucked me. With his methodical thumping, the jangling became louder and followed the beat of his fucking. I wished I’d taken them off but instead of silence, I actually added to the noises with a series of
‘Unh…Unh’ as he changed his pace of fucking.
Sajid had started rapidly sliding in and out of my cunt luxuriating in the way my lips rode over his head, his hands slowly slid up my waist; up the sides of my torso and now the thumb was on my back while the four fingers gripped the side of my chest. This allowed his index finger to feel the mass of breasts while the middle finger and ring finger teased my nipples.
“Oh Sajid…fuck me…Mmmmm…” I hissed through clenched teeth. I shook my head from side to side as indescribable pleasure emanated from my breasts and as the occasional lunge from the cock touched a pleasure zone inside my pussy.
“Ahh…” exhaled Sajid with every thrust, and as he pulled back; he sucked in his breath through and 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 he closed his eyes, gripped my torso and fucked with a need to finish quick. This was dangerous as I rightly pointed out, but he could not have waited another hour; right now, he just needed to own me, mark me, pound me and fill me. I started to convulse as my orgasm ripped through me; I brought up one hand to hold my lower tummy as I felt the thick cock in my womb, from the deep penetration. I could feel it throb and pulsate inside me through the stomach wall; an occasional twinge of pain came from his marauding cockhead touching a sensitive part deep in me. My legs gave way as the intensity of the orgasm caused me to buckle. I let out a scream of desperate wanting when his cock slipped out of my cunt as I fell forward, my face now buried in the pile of clothes in the suitcase.
His cock smeared itself on my ass as it missed its target completely and Sajid lurched in an uncontrolled response to lack of the grip of my cunt. I frantically reached for his cock and Sajid frantically grabbed at my hips, I was now completely face down and my ass in the air; my cunt was vacant and throbbing and I needed urgently to be filled back.
“Yyyeeessss….” I bellowed when he sank back into me, the sensation of cumming which had built up in him had receded and Sajid pounded into me with a vengeance to regain the lost peak. The brutality of his quest took me over the cliff and my pussy melted in a cascade of spasms, I came like I 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. I clung onto the suitcase and table and held my cunt steady and open for him to bludgeon me into submission through the now impending orgasm. Sajid shuddered and came in torrents, as he most usually did with me, after two thrusts; he left my hips, placed his hands on the wall and thrust his cock deep into me and held there. The next few spasm 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. Another dribble of sperm and another thrust back, with each successive thrust; his cockhead swelled a little lesser and lesser, till finally he’d come to rest on my sexy broad ass.
For me the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat, my womb filled with Sajid’s sumptuous outpourings. I felt his seed deep in me and I held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to me, I just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for me to receive every little spend from his system. As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, I found myself unsupported as Sajid had now placed his hands on the wall. I fell over, suitcase and all; I now was on my back, half inside my suitcase, looking up at Sajid who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully my Ghagra fell back to cover me, through my ass was still not covered. I watched Sajid, 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.
Sajid looked down at me, lying in a head amongst clothes, the lower part of my blouse open and showing part of my breasts. My eyes looked deep into his, my hand roamed over my lower belly with the womb within and I palmed myself there, where he’d deposited copious volumes of his seeds. I reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh.
“You naughty…” I pronounced and got up and continued “Let me change now…” signaling an end to the episode.
End of The Holi Special- Chapter 1
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