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After some time, when our tiredness had faded, Neelu didi was back in high spirits. In her usual bold style, she grabbed one of my breasts and one of Cheenu’s, squeezing them hard.
“Come on, girls,” she said. “I have eaten both of your pussies and taken you to heaven. But you two have completely forgotten about me, your Guruji.”
Cheenu laughed and replied, “Didi, as you know, I’m new to this, but maybe Rinu didi should do something about it. She has been trying to get under my skirt for so long.”
I laughed too and said, “Guruji, maybe I should give some head to it.” With that, I moved between Neelu didi’s widely spread thighs.
I kissed her deep navel and let my tongue slide downward without breaking contact, deliberately avoiding her cunt at first. I traced a line along her outer lips, then pushed a pillow under her hips to lift her chootar. My tongue continued licking all the way to the crack of her ass. My hands slowly and teasingly caressed her inner thighs while my tongue moved up to stroke the other side of her labia. I wasn’t just licking — I was pressing and stroking, making full circles around her pussy. I could hear didi’s soft moans growing louder.
Cheenu was no longer sitting idle. She had joined in earnestly, pressing and cupping Neelu didi’s breasts. This double assault made Neelu didi raise her hips, demanding more. I didn’t deny her. In one swift move, I opened my mouth wide and captured her entire muff. I didn’t kiss or suck at first — I simply held it there. Then I began rubbing my mouth against her slowly. I could feel her juices flowing. I lifted my face, parted her pussy lips wide with my fingers, and started rubbing the wet inner folds of her labia.
Neelu didi had closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the pleasure. I slipped one finger inside her while my tongue searched for her clit. The moment it touched her swollen clit, I began flicking and vibrating it. My finger moved gently, pressing the inner walls without going too deep.
When I sensed her clit had become fully hard and swollen, I withdrew my tongue and finger. Then, very slowly, I pushed my tongue deep inside her juicy pussy and began fucking her with it — sliding in and out, running it between her inner and outer lips while holding them together with my own lips, circling and teasing. My fingers were busy too, searching for her meatus — the tiny opening of her urethra. When I found it, I pressed the tips of my fingers there firmly.
Didi started moaning loudly. I glanced at Cheenu, who understood the silent message and pinched Neelu didi’s hard, erect nipples with force.
Didi was almost at the edge of climax when I suddenly withdrew my tongue and lifted my face. She frantically raised her hips, begging for more. I let her cool down slightly, then started again. This time my tongue went straight to her clit, flicking it rapidly while my fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt.
Her clit swelled again and her moans grew wild. I raised my face and looked at Cheenu, who was watching greedily. I licked my lips and signaled toward didi’s tits. Cheenu understood instantly. She devoured Neelu didi’s breasts in one hungry gulp while I grabbed her clit between my lips and sucked it hungrily — pressing, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue.
I held didi’s slender waist firmly with both hands. She didn’t just come — she exploded. Neither Cheenu nor I stopped. We only slowed our rhythm until she subsided, then immediately started again in full frenzy. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. Only when she nearly collapsed did we finally release her.
She couldn’t speak, but her glistening eyes said everything: “Very good, sisters.” We both hugged our Guruji tightly.
We must have lain there for nearly an hour, holding Neelu didi between us. Finally, she sat up and said, “Reenu, I’m fully satisfied with you. You really know how to give a good suck — I loved it. But Cheenu, you still need to show more progress. Why don’t you try again with Reenu’s cunt? First, Reenu will suck you dry so you can understand exactly how it’s done. Alright?”
Cheenu nodded shyly. I smiled at her and asked, “So you also want me to suck you the way I sucked Neelu didi?”
Neelu intervened immediately, “No. Both of you will do exactly what I say. I am the boss here, okay?”
We arranged ourselves side by side in a sixty-nine position — my head buried between Cheenu’s legs and her head between mine. This time Cheenu needed no encouragement. She moaned, “Reenu, deeper yaar… ooooooooh… make it deeper!”
I went deeper between her thighs, but Neelu didi stopped us. “No. Let’s make Cheenu suck my pussy too. Nahin, Cheenu ko bhi to choot chaatna sikhana chahiye. Ise saath-saath meri choot chaatni hogi aur main ise pakki choot-chaatori bana doongi.”
I continued licking Cheenu’s choot while Neelu didi straddled her face. She rubbed her soaked, dripping pussy hard against Cheenu’s mouth, forcing her to lick. This time we took it very slowly, stretching our pleasure for more than an hour.
We tried to sleep afterward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Neelu didi entertained us with her experiences and some adult jokes. Then she had a new idea. She asked us to close our eyes for a moment and brought a drink that looked like Coke but wasn’t. When we drank it, fire spread through our bodies. We asked what it was. She smiled and said, “Ramola — a mix of cola and rum. It will bring our energy back.”
Neelu didi then made us finger-fuck her. After that, she asked us to fuck ourselves while describing everything in detail. Just as we were on the verge of climax, she made us stop and swap fingers. I finger-fucked Cheenu while she shoved her fingers deep inside my cunt. Soon we came together again. The games continued until I suddenly glanced at the clock — it was already 5 a.m.
“Oh! We’ve spent the entire night. Let’s sleep,” we exclaimed together.
We slept until 9 o’clock. When I woke up, I knew we were going to be scolded for waking up so late. I quickly woke the others and we got ready. The only indulgence was that we took a bath together. Neelu didi made us clean our golden-brown young pubic hair — and made us say the word “jhant” loudly while doing it.
When I came downstairs, expecting a scolding, I found the house still sleepy. Mami was in the kitchen making tea. I hugged her and said, “Sorry, aunty, I woke up late today. Shall I help you in the kitchen?”
She smiled and replied, “No, but maybe you can help with something else. It’s already quite late to prepare breakfast. Why don’t you go to Panchu’s shop and get some hot samosas?”
“But mami, you know how crowded it gets at this time, and Panchu is so lecherous. He always cracks dirty jokes with girls,” I protested.
“No excuses, Reenu. You have to go now. Hurry up,” she insisted.
As I turned to leave, she pulled my chunni away playfully and laughed, “Now it looks nice.”
After last night’s lessons with Neelu didi, I had become bolder. I went out as I was. When I reached the shop, there was sudden silence. Ignoring all the stares at my breasts, I walked straight to Panchu and asked for samosas. He leered at me, licking his lips, and said, “Well, the samosas are good and well-rounded,” clearly referring to my breasts.
I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them out further, and replied sweetly, “But I want them fast.” Before the people in the queue could protest, he quickly gave me the samosas and I returned home.
Neelu didi had already convinced mausi ji and mausa ji to let us go for a movie. Uncle also gave permission for us to have dinner outside and handed us enough money. My mother gave me some extra money for the outing.
Neelu didi guided us on how to dress. I wore a tight salwar-kurta, while Cheenu was made to wear a short frock. When I put on my breast massager under my bra, I noticed Cheenu had done the same. She smiled sheepishly and pointed at her bra.
As soon as we stepped out, Neelu didi pulled away Cheenu’s dupatta and I hid it in my bag. With that, Cheenu’s shyness disappeared too, and we stepped into our youthful, carefree “mast jawani.”
We watched a movie and then spent some time in Love Lane — the famous narrow spot in Gunj. For the first time, a few boys brushed past us and boldly fondled our breasts. Our Guruji actually encouraged it with her naughty smiles.
When we returned home, Cheenu was the first to strip. We repeated the previous night’s acts with even more passion and joy.
Neelu didi stayed with us for two weeks, and every night we tried different sex games. She taught us many things. One day, when my mom, mausi ji, and aunty were playing cards and exchanging ribald jokes and the lewdest songs, the three of us were cheering them on. I suddenly blurted out to Badi Mausi, “Mausi ji, please arrange Neelu’s wedding soon.”
Badi Mausi responded strongly, “That means you want to be next in line! Why don’t you say directly that you want to get married?”
Manjhali Mausi came to my support: “But Reenu’s tits have grown so well, and Neelu now looks younger than her.”
Badi Mausi immediately changed her tone. “Yes, that’s true.” She pulled me onto her lap, kissed me loudly on both cheeks, and squeezed my breasts while saying, “Rinu, you are growing up so nicely that I think Neelu’s and Cheenu’s husbands will run after you the moment they see these beautiful breasts.”
They began discussing openly how it was common in society for elder girls’ husbands to have fun with the younger ones. I quickly changed the topic and left. Meanwhile, Cheenu and Neelu kept urging me to go up to the barsati for a “noon show.” Though I was more than willing — we had a pact to share everything — it didn’t happen that day. I especially loved teasing Cheenu about it.
Years passed. After about two more years, we all got married or engaged. Neelu didi had very high standards — or rather, she wanted someone long and thick. She finally found a man who “exceeded” her expectations. The engagement was done, but the poor fellow had to go to the US for a course, which delayed her marriage by two years. She got married only last month and is now on an extended honeymoon.
Cheenu’s marriage was fixed a few months before mine. I was already planning that this time I would not spare my Jiju. However, due to some astrological issues, she could only get married one and a half months after my wedding — after I had returned from my month-long honeymoon. And that is how I went to my husband as a virgin.
“Come on, girls,” she said. “I have eaten both of your pussies and taken you to heaven. But you two have completely forgotten about me, your Guruji.”
Cheenu laughed and replied, “Didi, as you know, I’m new to this, but maybe Rinu didi should do something about it. She has been trying to get under my skirt for so long.”
I laughed too and said, “Guruji, maybe I should give some head to it.” With that, I moved between Neelu didi’s widely spread thighs.
I kissed her deep navel and let my tongue slide downward without breaking contact, deliberately avoiding her cunt at first. I traced a line along her outer lips, then pushed a pillow under her hips to lift her chootar. My tongue continued licking all the way to the crack of her ass. My hands slowly and teasingly caressed her inner thighs while my tongue moved up to stroke the other side of her labia. I wasn’t just licking — I was pressing and stroking, making full circles around her pussy. I could hear didi’s soft moans growing louder.
Cheenu was no longer sitting idle. She had joined in earnestly, pressing and cupping Neelu didi’s breasts. This double assault made Neelu didi raise her hips, demanding more. I didn’t deny her. In one swift move, I opened my mouth wide and captured her entire muff. I didn’t kiss or suck at first — I simply held it there. Then I began rubbing my mouth against her slowly. I could feel her juices flowing. I lifted my face, parted her pussy lips wide with my fingers, and started rubbing the wet inner folds of her labia.
Neelu didi had closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the pleasure. I slipped one finger inside her while my tongue searched for her clit. The moment it touched her swollen clit, I began flicking and vibrating it. My finger moved gently, pressing the inner walls without going too deep.
When I sensed her clit had become fully hard and swollen, I withdrew my tongue and finger. Then, very slowly, I pushed my tongue deep inside her juicy pussy and began fucking her with it — sliding in and out, running it between her inner and outer lips while holding them together with my own lips, circling and teasing. My fingers were busy too, searching for her meatus — the tiny opening of her urethra. When I found it, I pressed the tips of my fingers there firmly.
Didi started moaning loudly. I glanced at Cheenu, who understood the silent message and pinched Neelu didi’s hard, erect nipples with force.
Didi was almost at the edge of climax when I suddenly withdrew my tongue and lifted my face. She frantically raised her hips, begging for more. I let her cool down slightly, then started again. This time my tongue went straight to her clit, flicking it rapidly while my fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt.
Her clit swelled again and her moans grew wild. I raised my face and looked at Cheenu, who was watching greedily. I licked my lips and signaled toward didi’s tits. Cheenu understood instantly. She devoured Neelu didi’s breasts in one hungry gulp while I grabbed her clit between my lips and sucked it hungrily — pressing, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue.
I held didi’s slender waist firmly with both hands. She didn’t just come — she exploded. Neither Cheenu nor I stopped. We only slowed our rhythm until she subsided, then immediately started again in full frenzy. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. Only when she nearly collapsed did we finally release her.
She couldn’t speak, but her glistening eyes said everything: “Very good, sisters.” We both hugged our Guruji tightly.
We must have lain there for nearly an hour, holding Neelu didi between us. Finally, she sat up and said, “Reenu, I’m fully satisfied with you. You really know how to give a good suck — I loved it. But Cheenu, you still need to show more progress. Why don’t you try again with Reenu’s cunt? First, Reenu will suck you dry so you can understand exactly how it’s done. Alright?”
Cheenu nodded shyly. I smiled at her and asked, “So you also want me to suck you the way I sucked Neelu didi?”
Neelu intervened immediately, “No. Both of you will do exactly what I say. I am the boss here, okay?”
We arranged ourselves side by side in a sixty-nine position — my head buried between Cheenu’s legs and her head between mine. This time Cheenu needed no encouragement. She moaned, “Reenu, deeper yaar… ooooooooh… make it deeper!”
I went deeper between her thighs, but Neelu didi stopped us. “No. Let’s make Cheenu suck my pussy too. Nahin, Cheenu ko bhi to choot chaatna sikhana chahiye. Ise saath-saath meri choot chaatni hogi aur main ise pakki choot-chaatori bana doongi.”
I continued licking Cheenu’s choot while Neelu didi straddled her face. She rubbed her soaked, dripping pussy hard against Cheenu’s mouth, forcing her to lick. This time we took it very slowly, stretching our pleasure for more than an hour.
We tried to sleep afterward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Neelu didi entertained us with her experiences and some adult jokes. Then she had a new idea. She asked us to close our eyes for a moment and brought a drink that looked like Coke but wasn’t. When we drank it, fire spread through our bodies. We asked what it was. She smiled and said, “Ramola — a mix of cola and rum. It will bring our energy back.”
Neelu didi then made us finger-fuck her. After that, she asked us to fuck ourselves while describing everything in detail. Just as we were on the verge of climax, she made us stop and swap fingers. I finger-fucked Cheenu while she shoved her fingers deep inside my cunt. Soon we came together again. The games continued until I suddenly glanced at the clock — it was already 5 a.m.
“Oh! We’ve spent the entire night. Let’s sleep,” we exclaimed together.
We slept until 9 o’clock. When I woke up, I knew we were going to be scolded for waking up so late. I quickly woke the others and we got ready. The only indulgence was that we took a bath together. Neelu didi made us clean our golden-brown young pubic hair — and made us say the word “jhant” loudly while doing it.
When I came downstairs, expecting a scolding, I found the house still sleepy. Mami was in the kitchen making tea. I hugged her and said, “Sorry, aunty, I woke up late today. Shall I help you in the kitchen?”
She smiled and replied, “No, but maybe you can help with something else. It’s already quite late to prepare breakfast. Why don’t you go to Panchu’s shop and get some hot samosas?”
“But mami, you know how crowded it gets at this time, and Panchu is so lecherous. He always cracks dirty jokes with girls,” I protested.
“No excuses, Reenu. You have to go now. Hurry up,” she insisted.
As I turned to leave, she pulled my chunni away playfully and laughed, “Now it looks nice.”
After last night’s lessons with Neelu didi, I had become bolder. I went out as I was. When I reached the shop, there was sudden silence. Ignoring all the stares at my breasts, I walked straight to Panchu and asked for samosas. He leered at me, licking his lips, and said, “Well, the samosas are good and well-rounded,” clearly referring to my breasts.
I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them out further, and replied sweetly, “But I want them fast.” Before the people in the queue could protest, he quickly gave me the samosas and I returned home.
Neelu didi had already convinced mausi ji and mausa ji to let us go for a movie. Uncle also gave permission for us to have dinner outside and handed us enough money. My mother gave me some extra money for the outing.
Neelu didi guided us on how to dress. I wore a tight salwar-kurta, while Cheenu was made to wear a short frock. When I put on my breast massager under my bra, I noticed Cheenu had done the same. She smiled sheepishly and pointed at her bra.
As soon as we stepped out, Neelu didi pulled away Cheenu’s dupatta and I hid it in my bag. With that, Cheenu’s shyness disappeared too, and we stepped into our youthful, carefree “mast jawani.”
We watched a movie and then spent some time in Love Lane — the famous narrow spot in Gunj. For the first time, a few boys brushed past us and boldly fondled our breasts. Our Guruji actually encouraged it with her naughty smiles.
When we returned home, Cheenu was the first to strip. We repeated the previous night’s acts with even more passion and joy.
Neelu didi stayed with us for two weeks, and every night we tried different sex games. She taught us many things. One day, when my mom, mausi ji, and aunty were playing cards and exchanging ribald jokes and the lewdest songs, the three of us were cheering them on. I suddenly blurted out to Badi Mausi, “Mausi ji, please arrange Neelu’s wedding soon.”
Badi Mausi responded strongly, “That means you want to be next in line! Why don’t you say directly that you want to get married?”
Manjhali Mausi came to my support: “But Reenu’s tits have grown so well, and Neelu now looks younger than her.”
Badi Mausi immediately changed her tone. “Yes, that’s true.” She pulled me onto her lap, kissed me loudly on both cheeks, and squeezed my breasts while saying, “Rinu, you are growing up so nicely that I think Neelu’s and Cheenu’s husbands will run after you the moment they see these beautiful breasts.”
They began discussing openly how it was common in society for elder girls’ husbands to have fun with the younger ones. I quickly changed the topic and left. Meanwhile, Cheenu and Neelu kept urging me to go up to the barsati for a “noon show.” Though I was more than willing — we had a pact to share everything — it didn’t happen that day. I especially loved teasing Cheenu about it.
Years passed. After about two more years, we all got married or engaged. Neelu didi had very high standards — or rather, she wanted someone long and thick. She finally found a man who “exceeded” her expectations. The engagement was done, but the poor fellow had to go to the US for a course, which delayed her marriage by two years. She got married only last month and is now on an extended honeymoon.
Cheenu’s marriage was fixed a few months before mine. I was already planning that this time I would not spare my Jiju. However, due to some astrological issues, she could only get married one and a half months after my wedding — after I had returned from my month-long honeymoon. And that is how I went to my husband as a virgin.
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