22-03-2020, 11:18 PM
The Holi Special–Enjoying with Rasul
Rasul was waiting for me, he’d been chasing me to smear color on me and throw water at me. He’d successfully cornered me, when I cried off, insisting that I be allowed to go change into casual clothes more appropriate for the occasion. I’d taken well over an hour to return. First Sajid gone up and returned and the Gazala, Rasul thought it was all to do with some household matter as his uncle and aunt had some work to attend to with which I was associated. He’d no idea that I first take his uncle in a simple act of succumbing to the chemistry between us. Rasul had no idea that I and his aunt Gazala had comforted each other with an outpouring of womanly love for each other. All he knew was that I’d promised him that I would allow him to do anything so long as he allowed me to go change my clothes.
And so he was waiting for me, he continued to play with others but he never strayed far from the stairways from which I was bound to emerge. And I emerge, he saw me bouncing down the stairs, ready for a bracing round of Holi play; as I ran down, my breasts jiggled and straightaway caught Rasul’s eye. I ran and grabbed hands full of color and got ready to smear it on some others who too were playing in the yard. I went to Raziya, Sajid’s third wife and we both hugged each other and smeared color on one another giggling at the fun of it all. Rasul was waiting with water gun to corner his target for the day, me. He was barely nineteen and had no experience of any woman. He should have been chasing any of the 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 me.
As the water hit me between the shoulder blades; I squealed at the chill blast and turned around to try grabbing the water gun out of the assailant’s hands, the wet kurta stuck to my back and instantly my body was open display. Rasul grinned as he saw that he’d hit his target, as his eyes focused on the skin which he could see, I was turning around. The water jet splashed on my chest and drenched one side of me before the water gun ran out. Rasul ran for the water tank to refill the water gun while I chased him; Rasul reached first and breathless, partially from the running but more from the excitement turned around from the water tub to fine me nearly upon him. His eyes riveted on the partially wet breasts, and the nipple that it revealed. He slowly discharged the newly loaded water gun across my chest, drenching me and exposing my fully as wet cloth clung to my skin. Incredibly, Rasul found I 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 wet water which made them seem so suck-able.
Rasul erection was as instantaneous as my realization that coming down without a bra beneath my kurta had been a blunder. I looked down and saw my breasts, completely revealed, the kurta was a mere apology of a garment; in the whirl of action, I seemed to stand still, my nipples shamelessly erect, betraying the sexual arousal which had never really receded between or after the encounters with both Sajid and Gazala. I instinctively crossed my arms across my chest to try and hide my breasts from Rasul who had been flirting with me dangerously all morning. To show him my state of arousal would render things unmanageable and I felt I’d done enough for one morning in sexual discovery. But Rasul was all too eager to press home his advantage. Had I not promised him absolutely anything, with that sparkle and dance in my eyes, when I’d negotiated with him for letting me change out of my formal Ghagra Choli into this kurta pajama? He grabbed fists full of color and reached for me, my hands were across my chest and so I couldn’t stop him from rubbing the color on both my cheeks. ‘Oh, her cheeks seemed so incredibly soft!’ Rasul thought as he rubbed the color on my cheeks.
I raised my hands to defend myself 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. I looked down and saw how the imprints of his hands marked each breast, clear evidence that I’d been handled. I had also felt him squeezing my breasts, feeling the full volume of those objects of his lust all morning. The nipples were now furiously engorged. My body was marked as having been assaulted, my face flushed red and I grabbed his hands pinning him down on the ledge of the water tank, my knee against his thigh. I reached behind him and dipped a water gun into the water tank. As I did so I leaned over him, my breasts smothered his face, the wet flesh slapping against his willing face. I poured a water gun over his head, drenching him.
“There…that should cool you!” I exclaimed triumphantly. Rasul arms went around me, unmindful of the very public place in which we were. For Rasul, it was now or never. He pulled me close to himself and with his face buried in my neck he muttered “There is only one thing that can cool me down now…”
I wriggled free and splashed another water gun onto him “Perhaps this.” I laughed, my breasts heaving and the dampness spreading across the kurta. The garment was now an apology of a cover; every part of my body was on display now. I felt a little more confident as my breasts seemed to be at least less visible due to the color daubed on the cloth. In any case, I 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 I hoped. As shot after shot of water blasted me the dry color powder got washed away and soon my breasts were back in full evidence. I ran to the stairways which would take me back up to my room. Partially to run away from Rasul, but also to run away from anyone who might see my breasts, they were now completely visible and the perked up and erect nipples were no help in concealing them either; I needed a bra. Rasul chased after me with a water gun in hand, followed me up the stairs.
“No Rasul…not here…” I told him as I laughingly ran up the stairs.
“Then where…” 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. I impishly made as if to spank Rasul for his impudence. As my outstretched arm reached toward him, I noticed that his kurta too was drenched and stuck to his broad chest. I saw his nipples and the wisps of adolescent hair. He was as much of a man, perhaps just uninitiated. My hand stopped in mid air as I realized any physical contact at this stage would be best avoided. The stairway moreover was visible to all passing by the foot and I went up another flight of stairs where the stairway turned and this stretch was not visible to any passersby. Rasul was at my heels and I turned around to stop him.
“Stop here…” I said.
“Why?” Rasul asked.
“I need to change…” I replied.
“You just changed…” Rasul countered.
“Yes…but….” My voice trailed off.
“Yes…but what?” Rasul asked.
“Yes…you drenched me with water…everything shows in this…” I pouted.
“Not fair…the drenching is bound to happen…you only said I could do anything with you…” Rasul went on, I flushed red. The implications of what he was saying was not lost on me, Rasul was infatuated with me and the indiscretions of Holi were poised to cross a line which I was unsure should be crossed. Rasul came up to the same stair as me, attempted to daub me with more color.
“I’m only applying color on you…” Rasul said.
“Applying color on me…you’re making me flushed in my color…” I asked, my natural sauciness bubbling up. I dropped my eyes to look at his pajamas and noticed the tenting of his erection there. I instantly regretted it because this overtly sexual gesture did not go unnoticed. Rasul decided it was now or never. He gripped my wrist and brought my wrist down to his groin and let the back of my hand brush his virgin cock’s massive erection. I spontaneously opened my hand and weighed the cock in my open palm. I rubbed and checked its contours, noticing that his cock was trapped inside rather tight underwear. Without untying the pajama string, I slipped my hand inside the pajama top and slid my hand past the waistband of his underwear. In this restricted access only my forefinger and middle finger had any access and I scissored these around the base of his cock. Rasul buried his face in my neck as maddening lust gripped him. He wanted to fuck me here and now. He resolved to lift me and paste me against the wall and pound into me like he watched Sajid doing me. He undid his pajama string and pulled down one side of his underwear past his hip. I knew time was not on our side, this was ridiculously dangerous, I and Rasul on a stairway where anyone could chance upon them.
My 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. Rasul reached under and pulled the band down preventing it from hurting his scrotum. His hand touched my hand which was now closing around the pillar. He held my hand and tried to guide me but I grabbed his hand with my other hand and held it back. He was a youngster and just hopelessly oversexed. I just had a situation to handle and I was going to do it here and now with a precise efficiency. I closed on the hot throbbing cock and pulled the skin back. It hurt a little and Rasul gasped but not entirely from pain. The head swelled and was wet and I quickly ran my palm over the top. Rasul shuddered from the stimulation he received; I now pushed Rasul back till he was against the wall, with a clenched fist, I masturbated him vigorously. My hand slid over the jerking pulsating cock, lubricated by his copious pre-cum. I fucked him with a fist that mimicked a cunt; Rasul leaned back and sagged against the wall, my soft hands felt incredibly wonderful and he reached up to cupped the breast through the cloth.
I leaned against him, covering him; my hand worked like a piston, it was how an assassin might stab a victim, holding him close. Yes, my fist was clenched like it might hold a dagger. But the weapon I was holding was his cock. Yes I was stabbing, but that was the sheath formed by my nimble fingers being stabbed by the cock. As I mercilessly masturbated him, my thumb rode over the head. You have to close your eyes and imagine the palm of my hand running the underside of his cock. My forefinger and thumb ringed the head of his cock, with my thumb on the top of the head. Somewhere there lie the most sensitive zone of his cock and with each stroke I varied the position of my thumb to try discovering this zone. I knew I’d found it when Rasul bit into my shoulder with a gagging sound, his teeth sank in and I felt a shiver down my spine as the bite send me signals of lust. Now with every fist fuck, I made sure the thumb traveled over the head caressing the precise spot. Rasul bucked and gasped and moaned with each stroke of my fist and thumb. He sucked on my shoulder and his hand kneaded my breast frantically. With his other hand he cupped my ass trying to pull me closer.
I held our bodies apart so my hand had enough play to finish the job, I looked down and watched in fascination as the cock reared and jerked in my control. I liked its dimensions, which while nowhere near Sajid’s specifications, was definitely more promising than my husband Yash’s. How many men I could take in this family I wondered as my fist was rewarded with further spurts of pre-cum. I anointed the cock head with the fresh fluid so the lubrication was increased. I now needed to finish. The danger was very high and thus the urgency, it was exciting for me but I needed to finish. I pounded the cock hard and fast with my clenching and unclenching fingers. The thumb never failed to run over the head of the cock. Rasul was reduced to a mass of trembling flesh, his lips ran on my neck and up to my ear; he wetted my ear with his lips and tongue.
“I want to fuck…” Rasul pleaded.
“Oh baby wants to fuck…let me finish you…” I puffed as the exertion went further.
“I’m not a baby anymore…” Rasul muttered, he grabbed my both breasts in his hands and tried to push me back against the other wall, determined to mount me now. I pressed him back and leaned on him, my bangles jangled as I masturbated him furiously to tame him. I couldn’t have guessed it but Rasul had gone to the bathroom in that intervening hour and masturbated, fantasizing about me. 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. I 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 pre-cum in it to let me brutally piston the cock. Rasul looked down and the sight of me kneeling in front of him, the parting of my hair, filled with vermilion as a sign of being married as I fisted him was too much for him to take.
“Ooohhhh….” Rasul 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, and the next several jerks released his sperm in waves over my fist. I timed my every fist fuck to every blast and jerk from him. He shuddered and his head flailed as he gripped my shoulders, trying to guide my mouth to his cock. I resisted his moves to have my mouth him turning my head to one side and I methodically and rhythmically provided him the beat with which to release fully into my fist. My hands were a mess but I enjoyed the release of Rasul; it was virile, energetic and wild and it provided me with a sense of conquest. I held the rapidly receding jut of flesh in my hand as I continued to pump him to deliver all the pleasure he could take. When the cock had shrunk fully, I rolled the blob of flesh between thumb and forefinger and watched as his head still jerked and lolled. I withdrew my hand, streaked with cum, I rubbed my hand against the wall, smearing cum there, I noticed the mark the smear made and idly wondered that whenever I crossed that way, only I would know what it meant.
Rasul’s pajamas were pooled around his knees and he was sagging under the weight of his mighty release. He was totally in love with me; the first to touch him, and how! He was sure he could bed me. It was just a question of timing. I rose to face Rasul, our eyes met.
“Keep our little secret with yourself…” I said and then walked up the few remaining steps to the upper floor for the second time that day to get into attire appropriate for Holi.
End of the Holi Special Series
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Rasul was waiting for me, he’d been chasing me to smear color on me and throw water at me. He’d successfully cornered me, when I cried off, insisting that I be allowed to go change into casual clothes more appropriate for the occasion. I’d taken well over an hour to return. First Sajid gone up and returned and the Gazala, Rasul thought it was all to do with some household matter as his uncle and aunt had some work to attend to with which I was associated. He’d no idea that I first take his uncle in a simple act of succumbing to the chemistry between us. Rasul had no idea that I and his aunt Gazala had comforted each other with an outpouring of womanly love for each other. All he knew was that I’d promised him that I would allow him to do anything so long as he allowed me to go change my clothes.
And so he was waiting for me, he continued to play with others but he never strayed far from the stairways from which I was bound to emerge. And I emerge, he saw me bouncing down the stairs, ready for a bracing round of Holi play; as I ran down, my breasts jiggled and straightaway caught Rasul’s eye. I ran and grabbed hands full of color and got ready to smear it on some others who too were playing in the yard. I went to Raziya, Sajid’s third wife and we both hugged each other and smeared color on one another giggling at the fun of it all. Rasul was waiting with water gun to corner his target for the day, me. He was barely nineteen and had no experience of any woman. He should have been chasing any of the 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 me.
As the water hit me between the shoulder blades; I squealed at the chill blast and turned around to try grabbing the water gun out of the assailant’s hands, the wet kurta stuck to my back and instantly my body was open display. Rasul grinned as he saw that he’d hit his target, as his eyes focused on the skin which he could see, I was turning around. The water jet splashed on my chest and drenched one side of me before the water gun ran out. Rasul ran for the water tank to refill the water gun while I chased him; Rasul reached first and breathless, partially from the running but more from the excitement turned around from the water tub to fine me nearly upon him. His eyes riveted on the partially wet breasts, and the nipple that it revealed. He slowly discharged the newly loaded water gun across my chest, drenching me and exposing my fully as wet cloth clung to my skin. Incredibly, Rasul found I 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 wet water which made them seem so suck-able.
Rasul erection was as instantaneous as my realization that coming down without a bra beneath my kurta had been a blunder. I looked down and saw my breasts, completely revealed, the kurta was a mere apology of a garment; in the whirl of action, I seemed to stand still, my nipples shamelessly erect, betraying the sexual arousal which had never really receded between or after the encounters with both Sajid and Gazala. I instinctively crossed my arms across my chest to try and hide my breasts from Rasul who had been flirting with me dangerously all morning. To show him my state of arousal would render things unmanageable and I felt I’d done enough for one morning in sexual discovery. But Rasul was all too eager to press home his advantage. Had I not promised him absolutely anything, with that sparkle and dance in my eyes, when I’d negotiated with him for letting me change out of my formal Ghagra Choli into this kurta pajama? He grabbed fists full of color and reached for me, my hands were across my chest and so I couldn’t stop him from rubbing the color on both my cheeks. ‘Oh, her cheeks seemed so incredibly soft!’ Rasul thought as he rubbed the color on my cheeks.
I raised my hands to defend myself 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. I looked down and saw how the imprints of his hands marked each breast, clear evidence that I’d been handled. I had also felt him squeezing my breasts, feeling the full volume of those objects of his lust all morning. The nipples were now furiously engorged. My body was marked as having been assaulted, my face flushed red and I grabbed his hands pinning him down on the ledge of the water tank, my knee against his thigh. I reached behind him and dipped a water gun into the water tank. As I did so I leaned over him, my breasts smothered his face, the wet flesh slapping against his willing face. I poured a water gun over his head, drenching him.
“There…that should cool you!” I exclaimed triumphantly. Rasul arms went around me, unmindful of the very public place in which we were. For Rasul, it was now or never. He pulled me close to himself and with his face buried in my neck he muttered “There is only one thing that can cool me down now…”
I wriggled free and splashed another water gun onto him “Perhaps this.” I laughed, my breasts heaving and the dampness spreading across the kurta. The garment was now an apology of a cover; every part of my body was on display now. I felt a little more confident as my breasts seemed to be at least less visible due to the color daubed on the cloth. In any case, I 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 I hoped. As shot after shot of water blasted me the dry color powder got washed away and soon my breasts were back in full evidence. I ran to the stairways which would take me back up to my room. Partially to run away from Rasul, but also to run away from anyone who might see my breasts, they were now completely visible and the perked up and erect nipples were no help in concealing them either; I needed a bra. Rasul chased after me with a water gun in hand, followed me up the stairs.
“No Rasul…not here…” I told him as I laughingly ran up the stairs.
“Then where…” 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. I impishly made as if to spank Rasul for his impudence. As my outstretched arm reached toward him, I noticed that his kurta too was drenched and stuck to his broad chest. I saw his nipples and the wisps of adolescent hair. He was as much of a man, perhaps just uninitiated. My hand stopped in mid air as I realized any physical contact at this stage would be best avoided. The stairway moreover was visible to all passing by the foot and I went up another flight of stairs where the stairway turned and this stretch was not visible to any passersby. Rasul was at my heels and I turned around to stop him.
“Stop here…” I said.
“Why?” Rasul asked.
“I need to change…” I replied.
“You just changed…” Rasul countered.
“Yes…but….” My voice trailed off.
“Yes…but what?” Rasul asked.
“Yes…you drenched me with water…everything shows in this…” I pouted.
“Not fair…the drenching is bound to happen…you only said I could do anything with you…” Rasul went on, I flushed red. The implications of what he was saying was not lost on me, Rasul was infatuated with me and the indiscretions of Holi were poised to cross a line which I was unsure should be crossed. Rasul came up to the same stair as me, attempted to daub me with more color.
“I’m only applying color on you…” Rasul said.
“Applying color on me…you’re making me flushed in my color…” I asked, my natural sauciness bubbling up. I dropped my eyes to look at his pajamas and noticed the tenting of his erection there. I instantly regretted it because this overtly sexual gesture did not go unnoticed. Rasul decided it was now or never. He gripped my wrist and brought my wrist down to his groin and let the back of my hand brush his virgin cock’s massive erection. I spontaneously opened my hand and weighed the cock in my open palm. I rubbed and checked its contours, noticing that his cock was trapped inside rather tight underwear. Without untying the pajama string, I slipped my hand inside the pajama top and slid my hand past the waistband of his underwear. In this restricted access only my forefinger and middle finger had any access and I scissored these around the base of his cock. Rasul buried his face in my neck as maddening lust gripped him. He wanted to fuck me here and now. He resolved to lift me and paste me against the wall and pound into me like he watched Sajid doing me. He undid his pajama string and pulled down one side of his underwear past his hip. I knew time was not on our side, this was ridiculously dangerous, I and Rasul on a stairway where anyone could chance upon them.
My 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. Rasul reached under and pulled the band down preventing it from hurting his scrotum. His hand touched my hand which was now closing around the pillar. He held my hand and tried to guide me but I grabbed his hand with my other hand and held it back. He was a youngster and just hopelessly oversexed. I just had a situation to handle and I was going to do it here and now with a precise efficiency. I closed on the hot throbbing cock and pulled the skin back. It hurt a little and Rasul gasped but not entirely from pain. The head swelled and was wet and I quickly ran my palm over the top. Rasul shuddered from the stimulation he received; I now pushed Rasul back till he was against the wall, with a clenched fist, I masturbated him vigorously. My hand slid over the jerking pulsating cock, lubricated by his copious pre-cum. I fucked him with a fist that mimicked a cunt; Rasul leaned back and sagged against the wall, my soft hands felt incredibly wonderful and he reached up to cupped the breast through the cloth.
I leaned against him, covering him; my hand worked like a piston, it was how an assassin might stab a victim, holding him close. Yes, my fist was clenched like it might hold a dagger. But the weapon I was holding was his cock. Yes I was stabbing, but that was the sheath formed by my nimble fingers being stabbed by the cock. As I mercilessly masturbated him, my thumb rode over the head. You have to close your eyes and imagine the palm of my hand running the underside of his cock. My forefinger and thumb ringed the head of his cock, with my thumb on the top of the head. Somewhere there lie the most sensitive zone of his cock and with each stroke I varied the position of my thumb to try discovering this zone. I knew I’d found it when Rasul bit into my shoulder with a gagging sound, his teeth sank in and I felt a shiver down my spine as the bite send me signals of lust. Now with every fist fuck, I made sure the thumb traveled over the head caressing the precise spot. Rasul bucked and gasped and moaned with each stroke of my fist and thumb. He sucked on my shoulder and his hand kneaded my breast frantically. With his other hand he cupped my ass trying to pull me closer.
I held our bodies apart so my hand had enough play to finish the job, I looked down and watched in fascination as the cock reared and jerked in my control. I liked its dimensions, which while nowhere near Sajid’s specifications, was definitely more promising than my husband Yash’s. How many men I could take in this family I wondered as my fist was rewarded with further spurts of pre-cum. I anointed the cock head with the fresh fluid so the lubrication was increased. I now needed to finish. The danger was very high and thus the urgency, it was exciting for me but I needed to finish. I pounded the cock hard and fast with my clenching and unclenching fingers. The thumb never failed to run over the head of the cock. Rasul was reduced to a mass of trembling flesh, his lips ran on my neck and up to my ear; he wetted my ear with his lips and tongue.
“I want to fuck…” Rasul pleaded.
“Oh baby wants to fuck…let me finish you…” I puffed as the exertion went further.
“I’m not a baby anymore…” Rasul muttered, he grabbed my both breasts in his hands and tried to push me back against the other wall, determined to mount me now. I pressed him back and leaned on him, my bangles jangled as I masturbated him furiously to tame him. I couldn’t have guessed it but Rasul had gone to the bathroom in that intervening hour and masturbated, fantasizing about me. 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. I 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 pre-cum in it to let me brutally piston the cock. Rasul looked down and the sight of me kneeling in front of him, the parting of my hair, filled with vermilion as a sign of being married as I fisted him was too much for him to take.
“Ooohhhh….” Rasul 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, and the next several jerks released his sperm in waves over my fist. I timed my every fist fuck to every blast and jerk from him. He shuddered and his head flailed as he gripped my shoulders, trying to guide my mouth to his cock. I resisted his moves to have my mouth him turning my head to one side and I methodically and rhythmically provided him the beat with which to release fully into my fist. My hands were a mess but I enjoyed the release of Rasul; it was virile, energetic and wild and it provided me with a sense of conquest. I held the rapidly receding jut of flesh in my hand as I continued to pump him to deliver all the pleasure he could take. When the cock had shrunk fully, I rolled the blob of flesh between thumb and forefinger and watched as his head still jerked and lolled. I withdrew my hand, streaked with cum, I rubbed my hand against the wall, smearing cum there, I noticed the mark the smear made and idly wondered that whenever I crossed that way, only I would know what it meant.
Rasul’s pajamas were pooled around his knees and he was sagging under the weight of his mighty release. He was totally in love with me; the first to touch him, and how! He was sure he could bed me. It was just a question of timing. I rose to face Rasul, our eyes met.
“Keep our little secret with yourself…” I said and then walked up the few remaining steps to the upper floor for the second time that day to get into attire appropriate for Holi.
End of the Holi Special Series
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