15-03-2026, 12:30 PM
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Both of us changed into nighties, but sleep refused to come. I hugged Gita from behind and whispered, “Hey Rani, tell me the truth — has anyone ever squeezed your boobs?”
I cupped her young breasts softly over the nightie. She admitted shyly that yes, there was a boy who had done it, but only over her top.
Meanwhile, my fingers had already opened the buttons of her nightie and were pressing her firm teen breasts. “Nahin Bhabhi, please…” she protested weakly.
“Arre, you are screaming as if I have a lund and I’m going to fuck you right now,” I teased. “Holding like this helps you sleep better.”
Soon her erect nipples betrayed her — her breasts were clearly enjoying the attention. I increased the pressure and gently pulled her nipples. She let out a soft moan.
That was enough for me. I turned her towards me, kissed her softly on the lips, and she responded weakly. I hugged her tightly and began pressing my breasts against hers.
“Nahin Bhabhi, nahin…” she protested feebly, but by then my expert fingers had parted her thighs and were caressing her labia, which were already responding. The night full of sexy dances, bawdy songs, and dirty talk had made her hot, making my task much easier.
I slowly parted her lower lips and slipped one finger inside while my lips flirted with her nipple. I took her hand and placed it on my hard breasts. Though amateurish, her young hands fondling me gave me a special thrill.
I decided to increase the pace. I pressed my thumb on her clit and quickened the movement of my finger. “Hey Rani, how does it feel in your choot, Rani?” I asked.
“Oh Bhabhi… ummm…” she moaned, enjoying it while blushing at the same time.
I bit her nipple lightly and said, “Hey, don’t feel shy. Tomorrow, in front of everyone during ratjaga, I’m going to finger your choot and rub your choonchis after making you naked. After all, you are my only nanad.”
Just thinking about it made her cunt clutch my fingers tightly. I pulled my face away from her fully aroused breasts and moved between her thighs. My lips replaced my fingers as I began sucking her hungrily. My tongue moved deep inside her cunt while my fingers played with her folds.
I brought her close to orgasm several times but stopped just before she could come. Now she was begging desperately, “Bhabhi please… let me… let me…” She kept raising her hips, pushing her choot into my mouth.
I made her promise that during ratjaga she would participate fully and let me do anything I wanted. Only then did I suck her with full passion. She exploded in a powerful orgasm. My lips were soaked with her cunt juice.
I moved up, kissed her, and let her taste her own juice. For some time we just hugged each other.
Then I asked, “Hey Gita, won’t you take care of my choot’s masti?”
She agreed but said she didn’t know what to do. I made her sit between my thighs on the floor and guided her to suck me. I held her head and pressed it against me. Soon she learned. Her lips rubbed against my bur, making my nipples rock hard.
I grabbed her breasts and encouraged her, “Haan… haannn… Gita, aise hi… please aur zor se… khub zor se chus lo… chus lo apni bhabhi ki bur. Use your tongue.”
She got the idea. I was raising my chootar wildly in frenzy. It continued for some time until I came hard and collapsed on the bed.
We slept hugging each other, my fingers buried in her choot and her fingers in my bur.
I woke up first and saw Gita enjoying her beauty sleep. Her thighs were spread and her cunt looked inviting. I gave it a soft kiss. Her cunt lips fluttered in response, so I continued. She woke up, but by then my grip was total. I sucked her to another climax and whispered, “Good morning, Rani. Tonight we will do our good night like this only.”
She blushed and said, “Dhat!”
When I came downstairs, Rashmi Bhabhi was preparing bed tea. I joined her and we made breakfast for everyone. When Mausi woke up and went to the storeroom, she exclaimed in surprise. Mummy and Bua ji joined her and asked what had happened.
Looking at me and Rashmi Bhabhi, Mausi said, “Hey, lagta hai raat mein bhoot aaye the — see, everything is already done!”
We laughed and said, “No, Mausi ji, chudail thi.”
Meanwhile Basanti walked in. I told everyone, “Sabse zyada kaam to is chudail bhabhi ne kiya, par aaj raat dekho kya karti hoon — vo aap logon ka bhi record tod dengi.”
Basanti smiled and agreed. I asked her to invite all the women for ratjaga tonight.
Rashmi Bhabhi and I were given the task of organizing everything. We huddled together like a cricket team. The one thing bothering me was that I was the only nanad for so many bhabhis.
Basanti suggested including her nanad Gunja. Bhabhi proposed calling Alpi, and I immediately remembered her — she was Cheenu’s close friend. Gita said her cousin Guddo (whom we had teased mercilessly during Jiju’s wedding) would also be coming.
Suddenly there was commotion. Everyone rushed to hug and welcome Madhu Bhabhi (Cheenu’s maternal cousin and Kamal’s wife). I touched her feet but welcomed her with a galli:
“Bin badra ke bijli kahan chamki, arre Madhu Bhabhi ke gaal chamke…
Inke choli ke andar anaar chamke, janghon ke beech mein darar jhalke.”
Madhu Bhabhi was accompanied by a well-endowed teen girl whose breasts were bursting out of her top. I was surprised. Mausi introduced her, “Arre, ye Kamal ki behan hai — Adi.”
I laughed, “Acha Bhabhi, mujhse meri behan ko galli dilwana chahti thi?”
But who could stop Dulari? She welcomed Adi loudly:
“Arre dulhe ki bahniya Adi rani pakki chinar…
Adi rani ke hain do-do dwar…
Ek jaaye aage, doosra peechhe…
Bacha nahi koi, nauan kanhaar!”
Basanti laughingly completed the line. Adi flushed, but I said, “Till now I was the only nanad, but now you have joined. We will face all our bhabhis together.”
She smiled and said, “Yes Didi.”
I went upstairs to inspect the hall I had boldly promised for ratjaga. It was full of scrap and the windows were wide open. When I looked down from the roof, I saw Ravi entering the house.
“Jiju, please come up!” I called.
He laughed, “Yes Saali ji, I also like it that way — from the top.”
Soon he was with me. “Hey Rinu, just lie down. You want me on top?”
“Yes, very much,” I replied, “but not right now — my chinal nanad and your sister Gita is coming.”
I explained my problem. Gita joined us. Jiju wanted to ask her something, but I stopped him. “Hey Jiju, this is our ladies’ secret. Just help us please. Get some workers and clean this mess. Also, tell the tent-house people to cover the inside with thick, dark curtains.”
Gita suggested something for the floor too. Considering the wrestling that would happen here, I complimented her cleverness. I requested Jiju to arrange carpets, huge mattresses, masnads, and some round pillows.
Poor Jiju got to work immediately.
When we came down, the rituals had already started. The groom was being anointed with oil, and everyone asked me to sing. I crooned:
“Aaj more banre ko tel chadhat hai, tel chadhat hai, phulel chadhat hai…”
Next was the chumauna ritual, where ladies kiss the groom. When I went to kiss him, Madhu Bhabhi sang teasingly:
“Chumave raja banre, chume unki bahna…
Udaave apna anchal, dikhve dono jobana.”
I responded when it was her turn.
The most teasing ritual was haldi. After it was over, the groom’s bhabhis chased all the devar and applied haldi everywhere. Suddenly I saw Ravi. I hid some haldi behind my back. When he realized my intention, he ran. I chased him, shouting, “Jiju, stop! Otherwise I will apply haldi to those places where even during your own marriage it was not applied.”
He slowed down deliberately so I could catch him. My hands first stamped his clothes, then slipped inside his pajama. Without hesitation I caught what I was looking for. Mummy had said it must be enormous (when Cheenu had to be stitched on her suhaag raat), but it was an understatement. I could barely grip it, and it was already stirring at my touch.
For more than five minutes I kept rubbing it until it rose to its full, glorious hardness. When I heard footsteps, I left it — but made sure his supara (cockhead) was fully exposed. Then I started applying haldi on his face.
It was Dulari. She asked, “What are nanad and nandoi doing alone?”
He caught her and started rubbing haldi on her cheeks, saying, “Waiting for salhaj.”
It was time for meals. Afterward, Mausa ji reminded Ravi about some work in the city. I said I would also go. Mausi requested Jiju to take me, but he said he was going by bike.
“Okay, I can ride on the bike too,” I said, and we went to our room.
There he told me the real reason for his hesitation. He had a friend Madan — the biggest wine merchant in town and very rich. Mausa ji wanted him to arrange drinks for the reception and marriage party. “I can meet your friend, yes,” I said.
Laughing, he said, “Okay, you can come, but you must change fast. I have to meet him in twenty minutes. To save time, why don’t you change in front of me?”
I smiled, closed the door, and danced like a stripper. “Anything for Jiju.”
I removed my sari in a circle and threw it over him. Then I took out a very tight T-shirt that stopped just above my navel. My choli joined the sari on his lap. I stood facing him in my bra and saya. My pink lacy demi-cup bra was barely holding my firm 36D breasts, which were eager to be freed.
I turned my back to him and begged, “Unclasp my hooks.”
He was highly aroused. I held the front of the bra so it wouldn’t fall, faced the wall, removed it, and threw it at him. Before he could react, I had pulled on the tight T-shirt. Then I slipped my hands inside my saya, removed my silky panty, kissed it, and threw it at him. He caught it and sniffed deeply.
I took out my jeans, wore it under the saya, and finally removed the saya, adding it to the pile on his lap.
I applied dark lipstick, kohl, and a sexy perfume, then let my long hair fall over my back. I was ready.
He was mesmerized. “Hey, you are looking so sexy,” he said and pulled me into his lap.
“I am sexy,” I replied.
He kissed me hungrily and said, “And a cheat too. You changed without showing me.”
I pushed my breasts forward. “You can look at them right now.” I lifted my shirt. He didn’t waste the chance and pulled it up completely. It was the first time he had seen them fully. He became wildly aroused. I pushed my hard tits into his mouth and he started sucking and eating them greedily.
Suddenly he remembered, “Hey, we have to reach my friend’s place!” We rushed downstairs.
The result of his kissing was that my nipples were now iron-hard and, with no bra to restrain them, they were poking prominently against his back as I sat behind him on the bike.
When we reached his friend’s place, both of us were fully aroused.
As I entered the drawing room with Jiju, I was surprised to see his friend — it was Amit, whom Jiju had introduced me to earlier as his close friend. I had hugged him that day, and after Jiju, Amit and his teen sister Nita had been next on my target list for gallis.
He smiled and we hugged warmly. Since he was Jiju’s close friend, the hug lasted longer as he boldly measured my breasts. We sat on the sofa and I sat close to him.
He asked, “Saali ji, what will you take — tea or coffee?”
I interjected playfully, “You both.”
I looked at his well-furnished bar and said, “Let me serve my Jijus today.” Swinging my hips erotically in the tight jeans that clearly showed the crack of my ass, I moved toward the bar.
Jiju said, “Whisky on the rocks for me.”
Amit said the same and asked, “And saali ji, what will you take?”
I smiled, “Something soft.”
Amit teased, “I thought my saali liked things hard.”
While making the drinks, the buttons of my top came undone. I came back with the glasses and, like a perfect saaki, offered one to Amit, deliberately letting the rim of the glass caress my visible breasts. Through my almost open top, he got a clear peep of my joban.
They were discussing arrangements for drinks at the reception. I said, “Hey, when you have arranged for DJ and all that, why make these arrangements secretly? I have seen proper furnished bars with barmaids in some parties.”
Amit said he had also started an event management company. “But saali ji, it is not fair. We are drinking and you are dry. At least take a sip from my glass.”
I smiled and said, “Yes Amit, but only thoda sa — just a sip.”
Amit brought the glass to my lips but poured almost half. “Hey, that’s not fair! You men say ‘thoda sa’ and pour everything.”
Both laughed. Ravi said, “And you? Maan to karti ho, par mana karti ho.”
Ravi also made me take a sip from his glass. Amit got up and brought an album of bar setups. Meanwhile, I refilled their glasses. There were photos of bars with barmaids in the skimpiest dresses. I showed one to Amit and said, “Jiju, how about this one?” He immediately agreed.
Then they started planning the drink requirement for the marriage party. I intervened again. “Hey, for how many are you making arrangements?”
Jiju said, “About 50-60.”
“No, make it double — at least 100,” I said.
Both looked confused. I explained, “Arre Jiju, the most interesting part of the Barat is dance and dhamal. You all drink to enjoy that, and dancing with ladies is the most fun. So why not get the ladies drunk too?”
Amit jumped at the idea, but Jiju asked, “Rinu, maybe some ladies drink, but what about those who don’t?”
I said, “Jiju, leave that to me. If I get some bottles of gin or vodka, they blend well with Limca, and rum goes with any cola. I can spike their drinks just before the Barat and we will all enjoy properly.”
“Yes!” Amit exclaimed. “Same can be done during the reception too. Whoever you select for dancing, the barmaids can come in handy.”
Amit called the counter and finalized everything. It was decided that whatever was required for the ladies, Jiju would pick up, and the rest would reach before the Barat started. Amit also said that since the idea of the bar and extra drinks came from saali ji, there would be no additional charges.
He gave me a bottle of Kesar — an exquisite Rajputana wine that also acts as an aphrodisiac. As Jiju went downstairs, Amit took me inside to show his collection of wines and other drinks.
I asked, “Do you have Chandan too?”
He laughed, kissed me, and said, “Saali ji, you are a real connoisseur. Yes, Chandan is the strongest — one peg is enough to make any lady forget all shame.”
Meanwhile, his hands had slipped inside my top. When he found no bra, he squealed in delight. He caught my breasts and rolled them slowly. Soon my top was almost off and he was sucking one tit while pulling and pinching the other. I was moaning in heat.
“These are the best pair I have ever seen,” he said, lost in pleasure.
I too had surrendered to passion and was rubbing his hardness over his pants. His tongue flicked my nipples expertly. Soon we heard footsteps and he quickly let go of me.
He gave me a bottle of Chandan (good for 50 pegs) and a special perfume from his exotic collection. “Put it on the nipples — it will make any girl wild. It keeps tits hard for 6-7 hours and increases passion so much that she cannot refuse. If you put just one drop on her clit, she will do anything to get fucked. Its smell also makes men rock hard for a long time.”
When we left, Jiju complimented me on how cleverly I had handled Amit and got so much done without extra charges.
He stopped near some dense woods because he wanted to pee. When he returned, I was sitting in front like a biker chick. He sat behind me and pulled me into his lap. I pushed out my breasts and he didn’t need to be asked twice. He began fondling, caressing, and crushing them hard. In no time my domes of joy were out. Without caring about the location, we were so aroused that we started enjoying ourselves right there.
Jiju was rubbing, crushing, and sucking my nipples while one hand rubbed my choot over my jeans. Before we could go further, we heard voices. Some boys were coming in our direction, so we had to stop and move.
I told Jiju I was feeling hungry. We stopped at an old-fashioned eatery and went to the top floor where the family cabins were almost deserted. A full-length curtain completely hid the view.
I teased, “Hey Jiju, how many other girls have you brought here?”
He laughed, “Many.”
As soon as the waiter took the order, Jiju became naughty again. His hands slipped inside my top and continued playing with my breasts. I reciprocated by rubbing his huge bulge. Even when the waiter came with the food, Jiju didn’t stop. I hid my breasts behind the menu card. Jiju gave him a generous tip and said, “Come after 15 minutes.”
The waiter smiled and left.
Now I could wait no longer. I opened his zip and out sprang his huge, thick, monstrous lund. “Wow,” I whispered — it was big and handsome.
Jiju pushed his hand under my jeans and squeezed my hungry cunt. We had lost all shame. He was shoving his fingers deep inside my choot while his lips sucked, bit, and devoured my breasts. I was rubbing his arousal hard. We were on the verge of fucking right there like animals.
I was raising my chootar wildly to welcome his fingers and was extremely wet. Jiju was rock hard. My eyes were closed and I was about to explode when suddenly he stopped and closed my pants.
The waiter was knocking.
Jiju was irritated — my climax had almost begun. The waiter said, “Sir, your bike is blocking someone’s car. Please move it.”
There was nothing we could do, so we came out.
Jiju reminded me, “Rinu, you had to do some shopping.”
“Oh yes, I forgot. We will have to go to the old city — you remember Natha Halwai and his famous laddus?”
“Yes,” he said and turned the bike.
“They are good, but they are spiked with bhang, and the special ones have double the dose of bhang with mewa.”
“Yes, exactly those.”
We bought 6 kg of them. Remembering the Chandan from Amit and its use tonight in ratjaga, I also bought two bottles of Chandan sorbet and a few big bottles of Limca and cola. They were selling Ayurvedic concoctions, so I bought one that induces deep sleep. The shopkeeper assured me it would make anyone sleep for 8-10 hours with no harmful effects.
I hired many dresses and implements from a costume shop and, on second thought, also purchased 3 dozen Nirodh (condoms).
When we got up, Jiju was in a hurry. He had to fetch his mom, Gita, and Guddo. I kept everything in my room and we went upstairs.
I told Mausi ji, “I met Pandit ji on the way. He said he forgot to tell you that some grahan is taking place, so all male members must finish dinner by 9 p.m. and everyone else by 9:30.”
Mausa ji immediately rushed everyone, “Yes, we must take dinner early.”
When I went into the kitchen, Rashmi Bhabhi was making meals. I told her the whole story and she started laughing. I also whispered in her ear and gave her the packet of the Ayurvedic concoction. “Prepare kheer and mix it in that. Make sure only the males eat it.”
She understood immediately.
I came out. Jiju was still waiting for me. I asked Mausi, “What will be the sleeping arrangement? Many more guests are coming.”
Both Mausa ji and Mausi ji said, “Beti, whatever you and Ravi decide.”
I said, “Jiju, please shift all the male members’ things downstairs. One room is for the bride, and in the other two rooms we will spread mattresses on the floor so all the ladies can sleep together.”
Mausa ji agreed. Jiju, with the help of my cousin and a few servants, got the shifting done.
I cupped her young breasts softly over the nightie. She admitted shyly that yes, there was a boy who had done it, but only over her top.
Meanwhile, my fingers had already opened the buttons of her nightie and were pressing her firm teen breasts. “Nahin Bhabhi, please…” she protested weakly.
“Arre, you are screaming as if I have a lund and I’m going to fuck you right now,” I teased. “Holding like this helps you sleep better.”
Soon her erect nipples betrayed her — her breasts were clearly enjoying the attention. I increased the pressure and gently pulled her nipples. She let out a soft moan.
That was enough for me. I turned her towards me, kissed her softly on the lips, and she responded weakly. I hugged her tightly and began pressing my breasts against hers.
“Nahin Bhabhi, nahin…” she protested feebly, but by then my expert fingers had parted her thighs and were caressing her labia, which were already responding. The night full of sexy dances, bawdy songs, and dirty talk had made her hot, making my task much easier.
I slowly parted her lower lips and slipped one finger inside while my lips flirted with her nipple. I took her hand and placed it on my hard breasts. Though amateurish, her young hands fondling me gave me a special thrill.
I decided to increase the pace. I pressed my thumb on her clit and quickened the movement of my finger. “Hey Rani, how does it feel in your choot, Rani?” I asked.
“Oh Bhabhi… ummm…” she moaned, enjoying it while blushing at the same time.
I bit her nipple lightly and said, “Hey, don’t feel shy. Tomorrow, in front of everyone during ratjaga, I’m going to finger your choot and rub your choonchis after making you naked. After all, you are my only nanad.”
Just thinking about it made her cunt clutch my fingers tightly. I pulled my face away from her fully aroused breasts and moved between her thighs. My lips replaced my fingers as I began sucking her hungrily. My tongue moved deep inside her cunt while my fingers played with her folds.
I brought her close to orgasm several times but stopped just before she could come. Now she was begging desperately, “Bhabhi please… let me… let me…” She kept raising her hips, pushing her choot into my mouth.
I made her promise that during ratjaga she would participate fully and let me do anything I wanted. Only then did I suck her with full passion. She exploded in a powerful orgasm. My lips were soaked with her cunt juice.
I moved up, kissed her, and let her taste her own juice. For some time we just hugged each other.
Then I asked, “Hey Gita, won’t you take care of my choot’s masti?”
She agreed but said she didn’t know what to do. I made her sit between my thighs on the floor and guided her to suck me. I held her head and pressed it against me. Soon she learned. Her lips rubbed against my bur, making my nipples rock hard.
I grabbed her breasts and encouraged her, “Haan… haannn… Gita, aise hi… please aur zor se… khub zor se chus lo… chus lo apni bhabhi ki bur. Use your tongue.”
She got the idea. I was raising my chootar wildly in frenzy. It continued for some time until I came hard and collapsed on the bed.
We slept hugging each other, my fingers buried in her choot and her fingers in my bur.
I woke up first and saw Gita enjoying her beauty sleep. Her thighs were spread and her cunt looked inviting. I gave it a soft kiss. Her cunt lips fluttered in response, so I continued. She woke up, but by then my grip was total. I sucked her to another climax and whispered, “Good morning, Rani. Tonight we will do our good night like this only.”
She blushed and said, “Dhat!”
When I came downstairs, Rashmi Bhabhi was preparing bed tea. I joined her and we made breakfast for everyone. When Mausi woke up and went to the storeroom, she exclaimed in surprise. Mummy and Bua ji joined her and asked what had happened.
Looking at me and Rashmi Bhabhi, Mausi said, “Hey, lagta hai raat mein bhoot aaye the — see, everything is already done!”
We laughed and said, “No, Mausi ji, chudail thi.”
Meanwhile Basanti walked in. I told everyone, “Sabse zyada kaam to is chudail bhabhi ne kiya, par aaj raat dekho kya karti hoon — vo aap logon ka bhi record tod dengi.”
Basanti smiled and agreed. I asked her to invite all the women for ratjaga tonight.
Rashmi Bhabhi and I were given the task of organizing everything. We huddled together like a cricket team. The one thing bothering me was that I was the only nanad for so many bhabhis.
Basanti suggested including her nanad Gunja. Bhabhi proposed calling Alpi, and I immediately remembered her — she was Cheenu’s close friend. Gita said her cousin Guddo (whom we had teased mercilessly during Jiju’s wedding) would also be coming.
Suddenly there was commotion. Everyone rushed to hug and welcome Madhu Bhabhi (Cheenu’s maternal cousin and Kamal’s wife). I touched her feet but welcomed her with a galli:
“Bin badra ke bijli kahan chamki, arre Madhu Bhabhi ke gaal chamke…
Inke choli ke andar anaar chamke, janghon ke beech mein darar jhalke.”
Madhu Bhabhi was accompanied by a well-endowed teen girl whose breasts were bursting out of her top. I was surprised. Mausi introduced her, “Arre, ye Kamal ki behan hai — Adi.”
I laughed, “Acha Bhabhi, mujhse meri behan ko galli dilwana chahti thi?”
But who could stop Dulari? She welcomed Adi loudly:
“Arre dulhe ki bahniya Adi rani pakki chinar…
Adi rani ke hain do-do dwar…
Ek jaaye aage, doosra peechhe…
Bacha nahi koi, nauan kanhaar!”
Basanti laughingly completed the line. Adi flushed, but I said, “Till now I was the only nanad, but now you have joined. We will face all our bhabhis together.”
She smiled and said, “Yes Didi.”
I went upstairs to inspect the hall I had boldly promised for ratjaga. It was full of scrap and the windows were wide open. When I looked down from the roof, I saw Ravi entering the house.
“Jiju, please come up!” I called.
He laughed, “Yes Saali ji, I also like it that way — from the top.”
Soon he was with me. “Hey Rinu, just lie down. You want me on top?”
“Yes, very much,” I replied, “but not right now — my chinal nanad and your sister Gita is coming.”
I explained my problem. Gita joined us. Jiju wanted to ask her something, but I stopped him. “Hey Jiju, this is our ladies’ secret. Just help us please. Get some workers and clean this mess. Also, tell the tent-house people to cover the inside with thick, dark curtains.”
Gita suggested something for the floor too. Considering the wrestling that would happen here, I complimented her cleverness. I requested Jiju to arrange carpets, huge mattresses, masnads, and some round pillows.
Poor Jiju got to work immediately.
When we came down, the rituals had already started. The groom was being anointed with oil, and everyone asked me to sing. I crooned:
“Aaj more banre ko tel chadhat hai, tel chadhat hai, phulel chadhat hai…”
Next was the chumauna ritual, where ladies kiss the groom. When I went to kiss him, Madhu Bhabhi sang teasingly:
“Chumave raja banre, chume unki bahna…
Udaave apna anchal, dikhve dono jobana.”
I responded when it was her turn.
The most teasing ritual was haldi. After it was over, the groom’s bhabhis chased all the devar and applied haldi everywhere. Suddenly I saw Ravi. I hid some haldi behind my back. When he realized my intention, he ran. I chased him, shouting, “Jiju, stop! Otherwise I will apply haldi to those places where even during your own marriage it was not applied.”
He slowed down deliberately so I could catch him. My hands first stamped his clothes, then slipped inside his pajama. Without hesitation I caught what I was looking for. Mummy had said it must be enormous (when Cheenu had to be stitched on her suhaag raat), but it was an understatement. I could barely grip it, and it was already stirring at my touch.
For more than five minutes I kept rubbing it until it rose to its full, glorious hardness. When I heard footsteps, I left it — but made sure his supara (cockhead) was fully exposed. Then I started applying haldi on his face.
It was Dulari. She asked, “What are nanad and nandoi doing alone?”
He caught her and started rubbing haldi on her cheeks, saying, “Waiting for salhaj.”
It was time for meals. Afterward, Mausa ji reminded Ravi about some work in the city. I said I would also go. Mausi requested Jiju to take me, but he said he was going by bike.
“Okay, I can ride on the bike too,” I said, and we went to our room.
There he told me the real reason for his hesitation. He had a friend Madan — the biggest wine merchant in town and very rich. Mausa ji wanted him to arrange drinks for the reception and marriage party. “I can meet your friend, yes,” I said.
Laughing, he said, “Okay, you can come, but you must change fast. I have to meet him in twenty minutes. To save time, why don’t you change in front of me?”
I smiled, closed the door, and danced like a stripper. “Anything for Jiju.”
I removed my sari in a circle and threw it over him. Then I took out a very tight T-shirt that stopped just above my navel. My choli joined the sari on his lap. I stood facing him in my bra and saya. My pink lacy demi-cup bra was barely holding my firm 36D breasts, which were eager to be freed.
I turned my back to him and begged, “Unclasp my hooks.”
He was highly aroused. I held the front of the bra so it wouldn’t fall, faced the wall, removed it, and threw it at him. Before he could react, I had pulled on the tight T-shirt. Then I slipped my hands inside my saya, removed my silky panty, kissed it, and threw it at him. He caught it and sniffed deeply.
I took out my jeans, wore it under the saya, and finally removed the saya, adding it to the pile on his lap.
I applied dark lipstick, kohl, and a sexy perfume, then let my long hair fall over my back. I was ready.
He was mesmerized. “Hey, you are looking so sexy,” he said and pulled me into his lap.
“I am sexy,” I replied.
He kissed me hungrily and said, “And a cheat too. You changed without showing me.”
I pushed my breasts forward. “You can look at them right now.” I lifted my shirt. He didn’t waste the chance and pulled it up completely. It was the first time he had seen them fully. He became wildly aroused. I pushed my hard tits into his mouth and he started sucking and eating them greedily.
Suddenly he remembered, “Hey, we have to reach my friend’s place!” We rushed downstairs.
The result of his kissing was that my nipples were now iron-hard and, with no bra to restrain them, they were poking prominently against his back as I sat behind him on the bike.
When we reached his friend’s place, both of us were fully aroused.
As I entered the drawing room with Jiju, I was surprised to see his friend — it was Amit, whom Jiju had introduced me to earlier as his close friend. I had hugged him that day, and after Jiju, Amit and his teen sister Nita had been next on my target list for gallis.
He smiled and we hugged warmly. Since he was Jiju’s close friend, the hug lasted longer as he boldly measured my breasts. We sat on the sofa and I sat close to him.
He asked, “Saali ji, what will you take — tea or coffee?”
I interjected playfully, “You both.”
I looked at his well-furnished bar and said, “Let me serve my Jijus today.” Swinging my hips erotically in the tight jeans that clearly showed the crack of my ass, I moved toward the bar.
Jiju said, “Whisky on the rocks for me.”
Amit said the same and asked, “And saali ji, what will you take?”
I smiled, “Something soft.”
Amit teased, “I thought my saali liked things hard.”
While making the drinks, the buttons of my top came undone. I came back with the glasses and, like a perfect saaki, offered one to Amit, deliberately letting the rim of the glass caress my visible breasts. Through my almost open top, he got a clear peep of my joban.
They were discussing arrangements for drinks at the reception. I said, “Hey, when you have arranged for DJ and all that, why make these arrangements secretly? I have seen proper furnished bars with barmaids in some parties.”
Amit said he had also started an event management company. “But saali ji, it is not fair. We are drinking and you are dry. At least take a sip from my glass.”
I smiled and said, “Yes Amit, but only thoda sa — just a sip.”
Amit brought the glass to my lips but poured almost half. “Hey, that’s not fair! You men say ‘thoda sa’ and pour everything.”
Both laughed. Ravi said, “And you? Maan to karti ho, par mana karti ho.”
Ravi also made me take a sip from his glass. Amit got up and brought an album of bar setups. Meanwhile, I refilled their glasses. There were photos of bars with barmaids in the skimpiest dresses. I showed one to Amit and said, “Jiju, how about this one?” He immediately agreed.
Then they started planning the drink requirement for the marriage party. I intervened again. “Hey, for how many are you making arrangements?”
Jiju said, “About 50-60.”
“No, make it double — at least 100,” I said.
Both looked confused. I explained, “Arre Jiju, the most interesting part of the Barat is dance and dhamal. You all drink to enjoy that, and dancing with ladies is the most fun. So why not get the ladies drunk too?”
Amit jumped at the idea, but Jiju asked, “Rinu, maybe some ladies drink, but what about those who don’t?”
I said, “Jiju, leave that to me. If I get some bottles of gin or vodka, they blend well with Limca, and rum goes with any cola. I can spike their drinks just before the Barat and we will all enjoy properly.”
“Yes!” Amit exclaimed. “Same can be done during the reception too. Whoever you select for dancing, the barmaids can come in handy.”
Amit called the counter and finalized everything. It was decided that whatever was required for the ladies, Jiju would pick up, and the rest would reach before the Barat started. Amit also said that since the idea of the bar and extra drinks came from saali ji, there would be no additional charges.
He gave me a bottle of Kesar — an exquisite Rajputana wine that also acts as an aphrodisiac. As Jiju went downstairs, Amit took me inside to show his collection of wines and other drinks.
I asked, “Do you have Chandan too?”
He laughed, kissed me, and said, “Saali ji, you are a real connoisseur. Yes, Chandan is the strongest — one peg is enough to make any lady forget all shame.”
Meanwhile, his hands had slipped inside my top. When he found no bra, he squealed in delight. He caught my breasts and rolled them slowly. Soon my top was almost off and he was sucking one tit while pulling and pinching the other. I was moaning in heat.
“These are the best pair I have ever seen,” he said, lost in pleasure.
I too had surrendered to passion and was rubbing his hardness over his pants. His tongue flicked my nipples expertly. Soon we heard footsteps and he quickly let go of me.
He gave me a bottle of Chandan (good for 50 pegs) and a special perfume from his exotic collection. “Put it on the nipples — it will make any girl wild. It keeps tits hard for 6-7 hours and increases passion so much that she cannot refuse. If you put just one drop on her clit, she will do anything to get fucked. Its smell also makes men rock hard for a long time.”
When we left, Jiju complimented me on how cleverly I had handled Amit and got so much done without extra charges.
He stopped near some dense woods because he wanted to pee. When he returned, I was sitting in front like a biker chick. He sat behind me and pulled me into his lap. I pushed out my breasts and he didn’t need to be asked twice. He began fondling, caressing, and crushing them hard. In no time my domes of joy were out. Without caring about the location, we were so aroused that we started enjoying ourselves right there.
Jiju was rubbing, crushing, and sucking my nipples while one hand rubbed my choot over my jeans. Before we could go further, we heard voices. Some boys were coming in our direction, so we had to stop and move.
I told Jiju I was feeling hungry. We stopped at an old-fashioned eatery and went to the top floor where the family cabins were almost deserted. A full-length curtain completely hid the view.
I teased, “Hey Jiju, how many other girls have you brought here?”
He laughed, “Many.”
As soon as the waiter took the order, Jiju became naughty again. His hands slipped inside my top and continued playing with my breasts. I reciprocated by rubbing his huge bulge. Even when the waiter came with the food, Jiju didn’t stop. I hid my breasts behind the menu card. Jiju gave him a generous tip and said, “Come after 15 minutes.”
The waiter smiled and left.
Now I could wait no longer. I opened his zip and out sprang his huge, thick, monstrous lund. “Wow,” I whispered — it was big and handsome.
Jiju pushed his hand under my jeans and squeezed my hungry cunt. We had lost all shame. He was shoving his fingers deep inside my choot while his lips sucked, bit, and devoured my breasts. I was rubbing his arousal hard. We were on the verge of fucking right there like animals.
I was raising my chootar wildly to welcome his fingers and was extremely wet. Jiju was rock hard. My eyes were closed and I was about to explode when suddenly he stopped and closed my pants.
The waiter was knocking.
Jiju was irritated — my climax had almost begun. The waiter said, “Sir, your bike is blocking someone’s car. Please move it.”
There was nothing we could do, so we came out.
Jiju reminded me, “Rinu, you had to do some shopping.”
“Oh yes, I forgot. We will have to go to the old city — you remember Natha Halwai and his famous laddus?”
“Yes,” he said and turned the bike.
“They are good, but they are spiked with bhang, and the special ones have double the dose of bhang with mewa.”
“Yes, exactly those.”
We bought 6 kg of them. Remembering the Chandan from Amit and its use tonight in ratjaga, I also bought two bottles of Chandan sorbet and a few big bottles of Limca and cola. They were selling Ayurvedic concoctions, so I bought one that induces deep sleep. The shopkeeper assured me it would make anyone sleep for 8-10 hours with no harmful effects.
I hired many dresses and implements from a costume shop and, on second thought, also purchased 3 dozen Nirodh (condoms).
When we got up, Jiju was in a hurry. He had to fetch his mom, Gita, and Guddo. I kept everything in my room and we went upstairs.
I told Mausi ji, “I met Pandit ji on the way. He said he forgot to tell you that some grahan is taking place, so all male members must finish dinner by 9 p.m. and everyone else by 9:30.”
Mausa ji immediately rushed everyone, “Yes, we must take dinner early.”
When I went into the kitchen, Rashmi Bhabhi was making meals. I told her the whole story and she started laughing. I also whispered in her ear and gave her the packet of the Ayurvedic concoction. “Prepare kheer and mix it in that. Make sure only the males eat it.”
She understood immediately.
I came out. Jiju was still waiting for me. I asked Mausi, “What will be the sleeping arrangement? Many more guests are coming.”
Both Mausa ji and Mausi ji said, “Beti, whatever you and Ravi decide.”
I said, “Jiju, please shift all the male members’ things downstairs. One room is for the bride, and in the other two rooms we will spread mattresses on the floor so all the ladies can sleep together.”
Mausa ji agreed. Jiju, with the help of my cousin and a few servants, got the shifting done.
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