19-07-2021, 04:23 PM
Everybody was dressed to kill for Barat. Kruti Guddo and Gita had served `cold drinks' too all the ladies (after they were made to consume it liberally by me) and soon atmosphere was full of sexual currents. A night of `ratjaga', days of bawdiest gallis and jokes, and chances of all `possibilities' have made everybody loosened up.
There were no barriers of age relation or position. A friend of my brother, KD came and he was staring at Gita's growing teen boobs.
Jiju was not also far. I told him, hey you have a nice chance of making your Jija, a salla and not only that Jiju will also be happy as it will make him a mama in 9 months. He quizzed how, but Gita blushed. I said just take this lovely sister of my Jiju to a corner for half and hour and `DO” what all males of town are thinking of doing it with her. It will give joy to you and in 9 months she will make Jiju Mama and he too will be happy. Gita said Dhat and ran away but she collided with Dulari and who in her inimitable style teased arre itna ladne chuchi dabvane aur chudvane ka shauk hai to itne ladke hain ghar main kisi se bhid lo and saying that she did squeeze her joban. All the girls were looking too good and my Bhabhi’s were wearing revealing tight low cut dresses.
I had got a dress especially made for Barat. It was a pink lenhga, with gold embroidery. It was designed to show curves of my wide hips very carefully and embroidery too became dense on my plump hips. It was tied much below my deep navel (a close example can be KK tying her sari in Chameli, mine must have been further down) On my flat fair tummy and slender was a golden chain only accentuating and guiding gaze towards my deep navel and `things below' it. My choli was a traditional kuchhi style but starting just below from my firm hard 36 d breasts and they were tailored in such a manner as to follow the contours of my boobs but they stopped just above my tit’s. It has a string like support and was sheer backless.
Embroidery again was making every body feast upon my beautiful boobs. Yes of course there was a red Chunri which was trying unsuccessfully to hide my one joban and other of course was open for the gaze of admirers (and for hands of my Jiju).
I was sitting in car between Amit and Jiju and we were sharing drinks. Both were looking at my boobs lecherously and I crooned a very old song,” More Jobana Ka Dekho ubhar” Amit said hey let me look at them with my hands. Meanwhile Barat had stopped and dance has begun as bride's house was close. Amit indicated something to band and he danced with me. Tune was” Humane mana hamper sajan Jobanva bharpoor hai Ye to. . From Dada. I saw Kruti; she was looking breathtaking in her tank top and short skirt. I made an intro and Amit dragged her. I and Jiju made all ladies to join dance. And it was so different so hot.
Everybody was holding hugging grinding everybody was enjoying so much. Soon I saw Madhu bhabhi who had just finished dancing with her devar. I pointed Jiju and he pulled her. They were almost rubbing their bodies and it was my turn to let band sing a favorite, Dhak Dhak from' Beta'. Madhu Bhabhi showed more oomph and Boobs then Madhuri and her boobs were almost coming out. We had arrived in front of bride's house but dance was not coming to stop. Rashmi Bhabhi and Amit pushed me and now it was only me and Ravi Jiju who was an adept dancer. But so was I after a few numbers, it was choli ke piche kya hai. Guddo and Madhu Bhabhi had already pulled my Chunri away as it was interfering in dancing. I must have hesitated for a micro second but came in the spirit of dance., pushing out showing of what was my choli ke piche. Ravi was dancing beautifully.
His lower portion was almost blending in mine, his one hand was caressing my back which was fully visible from my backless choli, and his naughty fingers were scratching drawing a line at my midriff while his other hand was unashamedly squeezing my plump ass. I too was pushing my mound inside him and peaks of my joban were tantalizingly close to his chest. And song changed into Jumma, and everybody started Jumma chumma de chumma de. I was teasingly taking my cheeks close and swaying it away in last second. It went on and on and suddenly Ravi held my hands and kissed me on lips and I responded warmly. Our feet and body kept on dancing and everybody clapped thunderously.
Jiju with all his pranks and bawdy lingo was a gentleman and it came out. He asked e He Reenu ...it was heat of moment. I put my hands on his shoulders and said but most precious moment of life and if you did not like it I will return the kiss and I kissed him on lips in front of all his friends. Now he was back t his true self and pinched my bottom hard saying Mangaye Salli tumko tum salli pakii salli ho, and he poured a stiff drink between my lips. Soon we saw some young teen girls from bride's family. They were Jiju ke sale ki salli. Amit and Ravi exclaimed, ye gauriya to badi mast hain. I said Jiju don't bother akhir sale ki salli hai kabhi I will arrange intro. I called Kruti and whispered something in her ear and she giggled but said let Jiju pray it to me and both Ravi and Amit obliged. Soon we could see Kruti doing chatter with those girls. It turned out that eldest, Rupa was a cousin of bride, 18 and she had just joined graduation. Younger one Sona was a close friend and had turned 16 a few months back. She was in std 11th. I also went and chatted with them and introduced them with Jiju and Amit. I made them sit but in a manner that Sona was sitting between Amit and Jiju and Rupa was trapped between me. Soon both the Jiju’s put their hands over them. Kruti called a photographer. I asked Kruti hey you too joined us and she said, sure. Without thinking twice she sat in the lap of Jiju telling Rupa and Sona you know this is the correct place for a salli to sit and it broke the ice. And Amit and Jiju being what they are, soon banter got changed to some bawdy jokes (of course Rupa and Sona were blushing but neither objecting nor making any move to go away). They promised that they will pakka come during reception and anyways as they are from same city and now in an `interesting' relationship surly they will love to meet.
There were no barriers of age relation or position. A friend of my brother, KD came and he was staring at Gita's growing teen boobs.
Jiju was not also far. I told him, hey you have a nice chance of making your Jija, a salla and not only that Jiju will also be happy as it will make him a mama in 9 months. He quizzed how, but Gita blushed. I said just take this lovely sister of my Jiju to a corner for half and hour and `DO” what all males of town are thinking of doing it with her. It will give joy to you and in 9 months she will make Jiju Mama and he too will be happy. Gita said Dhat and ran away but she collided with Dulari and who in her inimitable style teased arre itna ladne chuchi dabvane aur chudvane ka shauk hai to itne ladke hain ghar main kisi se bhid lo and saying that she did squeeze her joban. All the girls were looking too good and my Bhabhi’s were wearing revealing tight low cut dresses.
I had got a dress especially made for Barat. It was a pink lenhga, with gold embroidery. It was designed to show curves of my wide hips very carefully and embroidery too became dense on my plump hips. It was tied much below my deep navel (a close example can be KK tying her sari in Chameli, mine must have been further down) On my flat fair tummy and slender was a golden chain only accentuating and guiding gaze towards my deep navel and `things below' it. My choli was a traditional kuchhi style but starting just below from my firm hard 36 d breasts and they were tailored in such a manner as to follow the contours of my boobs but they stopped just above my tit’s. It has a string like support and was sheer backless.
Embroidery again was making every body feast upon my beautiful boobs. Yes of course there was a red Chunri which was trying unsuccessfully to hide my one joban and other of course was open for the gaze of admirers (and for hands of my Jiju).
I was sitting in car between Amit and Jiju and we were sharing drinks. Both were looking at my boobs lecherously and I crooned a very old song,” More Jobana Ka Dekho ubhar” Amit said hey let me look at them with my hands. Meanwhile Barat had stopped and dance has begun as bride's house was close. Amit indicated something to band and he danced with me. Tune was” Humane mana hamper sajan Jobanva bharpoor hai Ye to. . From Dada. I saw Kruti; she was looking breathtaking in her tank top and short skirt. I made an intro and Amit dragged her. I and Jiju made all ladies to join dance. And it was so different so hot.
Everybody was holding hugging grinding everybody was enjoying so much. Soon I saw Madhu bhabhi who had just finished dancing with her devar. I pointed Jiju and he pulled her. They were almost rubbing their bodies and it was my turn to let band sing a favorite, Dhak Dhak from' Beta'. Madhu Bhabhi showed more oomph and Boobs then Madhuri and her boobs were almost coming out. We had arrived in front of bride's house but dance was not coming to stop. Rashmi Bhabhi and Amit pushed me and now it was only me and Ravi Jiju who was an adept dancer. But so was I after a few numbers, it was choli ke piche kya hai. Guddo and Madhu Bhabhi had already pulled my Chunri away as it was interfering in dancing. I must have hesitated for a micro second but came in the spirit of dance., pushing out showing of what was my choli ke piche. Ravi was dancing beautifully.
His lower portion was almost blending in mine, his one hand was caressing my back which was fully visible from my backless choli, and his naughty fingers were scratching drawing a line at my midriff while his other hand was unashamedly squeezing my plump ass. I too was pushing my mound inside him and peaks of my joban were tantalizingly close to his chest. And song changed into Jumma, and everybody started Jumma chumma de chumma de. I was teasingly taking my cheeks close and swaying it away in last second. It went on and on and suddenly Ravi held my hands and kissed me on lips and I responded warmly. Our feet and body kept on dancing and everybody clapped thunderously.
Jiju with all his pranks and bawdy lingo was a gentleman and it came out. He asked e He Reenu ...it was heat of moment. I put my hands on his shoulders and said but most precious moment of life and if you did not like it I will return the kiss and I kissed him on lips in front of all his friends. Now he was back t his true self and pinched my bottom hard saying Mangaye Salli tumko tum salli pakii salli ho, and he poured a stiff drink between my lips. Soon we saw some young teen girls from bride's family. They were Jiju ke sale ki salli. Amit and Ravi exclaimed, ye gauriya to badi mast hain. I said Jiju don't bother akhir sale ki salli hai kabhi I will arrange intro. I called Kruti and whispered something in her ear and she giggled but said let Jiju pray it to me and both Ravi and Amit obliged. Soon we could see Kruti doing chatter with those girls. It turned out that eldest, Rupa was a cousin of bride, 18 and she had just joined graduation. Younger one Sona was a close friend and had turned 16 a few months back. She was in std 11th. I also went and chatted with them and introduced them with Jiju and Amit. I made them sit but in a manner that Sona was sitting between Amit and Jiju and Rupa was trapped between me. Soon both the Jiju’s put their hands over them. Kruti called a photographer. I asked Kruti hey you too joined us and she said, sure. Without thinking twice she sat in the lap of Jiju telling Rupa and Sona you know this is the correct place for a salli to sit and it broke the ice. And Amit and Jiju being what they are, soon banter got changed to some bawdy jokes (of course Rupa and Sona were blushing but neither objecting nor making any move to go away). They promised that they will pakka come during reception and anyways as they are from same city and now in an `interesting' relationship surly they will love to meet.
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