19-03-2026, 09:34 PM
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I went to my room to change while Jiju left to fetch his mother. Mummy had told me to wear something fine, almost bridal. I did my makeup carefully, put on earrings, a nose ring, some jewellery, and dbangd a sari in traditional style.
However, underneath I wore a bra and panty that were almost puritan — hard to open — just to tease my bhabhis who were planning to have “choot darshan.” When I came downstairs, Mausa ji had already seated all the men for dinner and didn’t want to take any risk with the grahan.
When I entered the kitchen, Dulari was cooking. I pinched her heavy chootar. She squealed, and everybody burst out laughing. Rashmi Bhabhi told me the kheer was ready. I served it with my own hands, making sure every man got a full dose of the magic potion. Even the male servants were given a generous serving.
Meanwhile, Ravi returned with his mother, Gita, and Guddo. Guddo was looking gorgeous. I sent Gita to collect things from my room and we all went up to the hall. I called Rashmi Bhabhi and Basanti too, to check all the arrangements. There were carpets, mattresses, and masnads (round pillows). On one side a small mandap had been set up, and next to it was a slightly raised platform that could be used as a bed. I had kept the other things in the next room. I made them partners in everything. Basanti said she would tell her nanad Gunja, and Dulari bhabhi too.
When I came down, the crowd for ratjaga was already gathering. Along with Gita and Guddo had come Chameli from their village and a few other bhabhis. Mummy was teasing Mami, but Champa was retaliating on Mami’s behalf. My two mausis were also teasing, and Rashmi Bhabhi was looking for Adi. Cheenu’s friend Ranjana had joined too. Dulari had called the washerwomen and some other working ladies. There were already twenty-two women present. It was approaching 10 p.m.
Meanwhile, Bua came up from the ground floor with Adi. Bua was surprised that all the men were sound asleep. Adi laughed and told her that even after playing with her bangles and trying many tricks, everyone remained fast asleep.
Rashmi Bhabhi grabbed Adi and said, “Then what are we waiting for? Let all the nanads open their choots and we will fuck them the way their brothers fuck us every day.”
But Bua and Sasu ji scolded us all. “Arre chinalon, tumhari chooton mein itni aag lagi hai! First go upstairs and make proper arrangements. We will come after you.”
We all rushed to the hall. I had given Basanti and Adi the task of distributing the bhang-laced laddus. Gunja and Gita were distributing the Chandan sherbet, laced liberally with Chandan. We made sure no one entered the hall before being properly fed. As per my instructions, Dulari was given a double dose, and Basanti made her own nanad eat two laddus.
Soon everyone was in place. To my horror, Bua ji and my sasuji had selected Dulari and Champa to begin the proceedings.
Bua said, “Hey Dulari, first take attendance of all the chinars.”
Dulari called out the name of every lady. Each had to stand up, and to “check,” Dulari would remove her anchal and squeeze her breasts. When my turn came, I stood up and announced, “Rinu Chinar.” When Dulari tried to squeeze my joban, I shifted, hoping she would miss. But Rashmi Bhabhi and Basanti had anticipated it and held me firmly.
Dulari laughed, “Acha Rinu bibi, duniya bhar se dabwati ho, hamse dar rahi ho?” She squeezed my breasts very forcefully and asked Basanti to do the same. Then she asked, “Who else among the bhabhis wants to squeeze these choonchis?”
Soon Madhu Bhabhi and Rashmi slipped their hands inside my choli. When I protested, they said in unison, “Arre nanad rani, nandoi ji se kya blouse ke upar-upar se dabwati ho? Dabwa rahi ho to khul kar maja lo.”
They not only cupped and fondled my breasts but also pulled my nipples. Bua then took charge again. She came with a lathi and announced, “Aaj kis chinar ke ladke ki shaadi hai? Use bulakar usse gaana gavao.”
Mausi stood up and started singing while I played the dholak. She sang:
“Bhinsare chiraiya kanhe boli, bhinsare…
Hamari nanad chinar, Rinu ki bua chinar…
Arre hamare saiyan ne, unke bhaiya ne unki choli kholi,
Arre choonchi tatoli…”
(This was the signal for Mummy, Mausi, and Mami to squeeze Bua ji’s breasts.)
Bua was not one to accept defeat. She retorted, “Arre Bhabhi, bina nanga shaadi ke din se roj raat bhar choonchi dabwati ho, jam kar chudwati ho, aur badnaam mujhe kar rahi ho.”
She then announced, “After my brother’s successful chudai, this boy was born. Now let us have a sohar (childbirth song). Who will sing?”
Rashmi Bhabhi, who had just pulled her hand out of my choli, said, “Dulhe ki bahna.”
Now it was my turn. I squeezed Madhu Bhabhi’s breasts and sang, “And dulhe ki bhabhi will only get fucked by her devar.”
She smiled and replied, “No, why only bhabhi? Meri nanad bhi jab chahe, mere devar se chudwa le.”
Madhu Bhabhi added, “Arre, chudwati hi hain. That is why we both got such expert husbands.” They admitted they had practised on Rinu bibi.
Mummy told me, “Hey, apne bhai ke hone ka sohar to suna do, Rinu.”
Indicating towards my bua ji and my nanads, I sang:
“Dil khol ke maango nanadi, maangan ki bahar hai…
Choli mat maango nanadi, mere joban ki bahar hai…
Kahe sune jo choli doongi, bandh loongi kaat re…
Ghoda mat maango nanadi, mere saiyan ki savaari re…
Kahe sune jo ghoda doongi, launda loongi kaat re…
Dil khol ke…
Arre saiyan mat maango nanadi, more saij ka singaar re…
Saiyan ke badle bhaiya doongi, chodi choot tumhaar re…
Arre bur khol ke maango nanadi, maangan ki bahar re.”
(While singing, I squeezed Guddo’s breasts — my nanad and Jiju’s cousin.)
Now my sasuji asked, “Ab kaun chinar gaana sunayegi?”
Bhabhi said, “Dulhe ki bahna,” but sasuji teased Mausi, “See, my bahu has sung a song, but it seems all your bahus have big fat gadhe ka lund in their mouths, that’s why they cannot sing.”
Madhu Bhabhi took the challenge and sang:
“Ratiya chumma laale balma, sabka maalum hoyi gaya na…”
(She pulled Gunja — Basanti’s nanad — and made her dance.)
“Ek haath kamar pe rakhe, doosre se jobana dabaye…
Sabka maalum ho gaya na…”
(While singing, she squeezed Gunja’s breasts and asked, “Kyon, mard aise hi dabata hai na saari raat?”)
Then she came to me, made me dance, and while singing “Dheere se more lehnga uthaye,” she lifted my sari and saya. I couldn’t do anything because Basanti and Dulari had already held my hands. This time Gunja and Gita also joined, but to their dismay I was wearing almost knicker-like panties.
They complained, “It is foul, Bhabhi!” and pulled down my knickers. Meanwhile I got free because Madhu Bhabhi had caught her young teen nanad Adi. Adi was not so lucky. While singing “Dheere se more lehnga uthaye, poora lund ghusaye, sabka maalum ho gaya na,” Madhu Bhabhi made Adi bend, lifted her skirt, and Rashmi Bhabhi inserted her fingers inside Adi’s panty, moving them as if she was fucking her.
By now the atmosphere was becoming very hot.
Suddenly someone came as a Jyotishi (astrologer). She held Gunja’s hand while Basanti joined her nanad. The “pundit” was asked when my nanad would become pregnant.
The “pundit” said, “Arre, ye ulte kaam karvati hai. Iska mard neeche rehta hai aur yeh upar chadh ke chodti hai. Ek din tumhara nandoi gabhin ho jaayega.”
Everybody laughed. But Basanti asked seriously, “To Pundit ji, what is the solution and who is responsible?”
The pundit replied, “Aaj poornima hai. Aaj iski paanch bhabhis mil kar isko achhi tarah chod-chod kar chudai sikhayen. Jab yeh seekh jaaye, tab hum sabke saamne apne mard se chudvaye — to ho sakta hai.”
I joked, “Aur Pundit ji, aapko kis se chudwana achha lagta hai?”
She replied, “Aapke bhaiya se.”
When I pulled the chaddar, it was nobody but Rashmi Bhabhi. Mami stopped us all and said, “Arre, ghar mein shaadi hai — kuch gaana-vana to ho, naach ho.”
Dulari announced, “Apne ilaake ki sabse mashhoor randi yahan hai,” and everybody asked who. Basanti pointed at me, “Arre Rinu didi.”
They made me wear ghungroo and I started dancing:
“Bharatpur loot gaya raat mori amma, jab re sipahiya ne mora ghoonghata pakdo…”
(I caught Guddo and made her dance with me.)
“Nayan dono juda gaye raat mori amma…”
(I kissed Guddo on the lips. For the next line it was Gita.)
“Arre raat mori amma, julmi sipahiya ne choli pakdi, choli pakdi…
Arre joban dono dat gaye raat mori amma…”
(Now it was Gita’s turn. I opened her choli properly, unsnapped her bra, showed her breasts to everyone, and fondled them while singing, “Roj roj tumhare bhai jam kar ragadte-masalte hain, aaj tum bhi to choonchi dabwa lo.”)
Everybody joined in the music. Next was Basanti. She took a whirl lovingly.
“Arre julmi sipahiya ne mora lehnga khola, lehnga khola…
Bharatpur loot gaya raat mori amma…”
(This time other nanads — Gunja and Adi — stood ready to help.) While singing, I lifted Basanti’s sari and saya. Her hands were caught by Gunja and Adi. I raised it just below her choot, but everybody shouted, “Thoda aur upar!” I opened it a little more and suddenly exposed her young choot covered with soft brown jhant. Gunja immediately grabbed it.
We were distracted by a Vaidya (doctor). “Aa gaye Vaidya Banaras ke…”
He claimed he could cure all pains of the tummy and even below — including choot ki jalan — with special medicine.
Madhu Bhabhi brought Adi forward and said, “See, my young nanad has a lot of burning sensation down there.”
The Vaidya said, “Arre saaf bolo — choot mein.” He lifted her skirt. Adi tried to protest, but Basanti and Guddo held her firmly. He put his finger inside her panty and said, “It is simple. Did you eat baigan yesterday?” Adi nodded. “That is the trouble. She has taken a big baigan in her choot and a worm has entered too. I am putting a lotion — wrap it around her brother’s lund and shove it deep. She will be cured.”
Next, Guddo was caught and disrobed. Rashmi Bhabhi asked whether her boobs were ready for milking. The Vaidya opened her joban, showed them to everyone, and said, “Every morning and night she must get them massaged by her brother.”
The Vaidya was looking for me, but I had slipped away and returned dressed as a security officer inspector. Adi and Gunja joined me as constables. Gita complained that her trinkets had been stolen and she suspected Rashmi Bhabhi.
Mausi and Bua ji became the judges. They ordered, “Talashi lo saali ki.”
I pushed my hands inside her choli and brought out some trinkets. “Yes, they are mine,” Gita confirmed. I said, “Theek se,” and Adi opened Bhabhi’s blouse and threw it away, followed by her bra. Her breasts spilled out. I said, “It may be hidden below,” and we forced her down, lifted her lehnga and saya, and while showing everyone, I forced two fingers into her very wet choot and brought out a ring. “Dekho saali ne kahan-kahan chhupa rakha hai.”
When I asked who else was in her gang, she murmured something and I dragged Basanti forward. She received similar treatment, but this time I enjoyed squeezing her young choonchis. Adi brought out some more trinkets from Basanti’s choot.
But Basanti, being the rogue she is, pointed at my sasuji and said, “Inspector Sahib, our leader is her.”
I had no choice but to approach her respectfully, but she whispered, “Bahu, ratjaga mein security officer wala aise nahin bolta.”
I returned to character and thundered, “Arre chinar, sheher bhar ke gundo se chudwa-chudwa kar apni ladkiyon Gita aur Guddo se randi ka dhandha karwakar man nahin bhara, jo chori bhi shuru kar di!”
Now my mummy, mausi, and bua ji pounced on her for talashi and almost undressed her completely.
Similar scenes were happening everywhere. Dulari was entangled with Gunja, and Rashmi Bhabhi was busy with Guddo.
Next came a ghost. All tricks were tried, but it ultimately demanded, “I want doodh from Rinu.”
My bhabhis laughed and said, “But she is not even gabhin.”
The ghost replied, “No? Then call a bull and make her pregnant. When she delivers, give me milk from her choonchis.”
I was made to act as a cow. It was announced that whoever wanted to become the bull could come forward. All my bhabhis, including Dulari and Basanti, agreed. But I put a condition: “I will check — unless it has a lund, how can it be a bull?”
It was agreed. When I lifted Basanti’s saya, a 9-inch lund (made with Nirodh) jutted out. She showed it to everyone. I remembered I had told her about the condoms.
My petticoat was lifted. There was no panty to save me. Basanti shoved it inside me, followed by Madhu Bhabhi. After “getting pregnant,” I acted as if I was delivering a calf. Dulari came and “milked” me, offering the milk to the ghost (she had filled a glass beforehand). The ghost said, “Yes, but I will drink it from the cow’s tits itself,” and drank the milk straight from my breasts. When her face was revealed, it turned out to be Madhu Bhabhi.
Then all the rituals of marriage were repeated. I was made the groom and I selected Basanti as the bride. A lot of songs were sung. After the “marriage,” everybody said, “Since we have watched the wedding, we must watch the bedding too.”
I had no objection. I used Basanti’s trick with the Nirodh lund and really fucked her. But I was not alone — pairs of nanad and bhabhi were formed everywhere and all were in action.
Suddenly the power went out and we all cried out in joy. Soon saris, blouses, bras, and petticoats were scattered all over the hall. I could count at least three women doing it with me at different times. Every time I came, I made sure they came too.
When the light came back, the voltage was low and the hall was dimly lit — which suited us perfectly. All my bhabhis — Madhu, Rashmi, Dulari, and Basanti — got their chance with me, and I didn’t spare them either. I searched for my young nanads Gunja and Guddo, made them lick my choot, and fingered them hard until they came twice each.
I had developed a special heat for my younger sister-like Adi. I thought twice but decided to go ahead. She welcomed it warmly. It turned out she was quite a pro and knew exactly how to lick a choot.
Before the night ended, Basanti was made to “deliver” a child — a cloth doll. We all came down just after 6 a.m. and started the morning chores.
Sheepishly, Madhu Bhabhi and I went downstairs and found everyone still sound asleep.
A new bond had clearly been formed among us.
During lunch, Ravi joined us. Guddo and Gita were standing with him. How could I lose this chance for gallis?
“Nili si ghodi gaj neem se bandhi, chalo dekho to lo…
Arre mere Jija ki bahna gayi thi dekhne, vo to chadh gayi khajur…
Unki sarak gayi skirt aur dikh gayi bur… Nili si ghodi…”
But Guddo took charge and attacked me:
“Arre dulhe ki bahna gayi thi dekhne, vo to chadh gayi att…
Unki khul gayi sari aur dikh gayi choot…”
The fact that she could use such words in front of her own brother showed just how charged the atmosphere had become.
However, underneath I wore a bra and panty that were almost puritan — hard to open — just to tease my bhabhis who were planning to have “choot darshan.” When I came downstairs, Mausa ji had already seated all the men for dinner and didn’t want to take any risk with the grahan.
When I entered the kitchen, Dulari was cooking. I pinched her heavy chootar. She squealed, and everybody burst out laughing. Rashmi Bhabhi told me the kheer was ready. I served it with my own hands, making sure every man got a full dose of the magic potion. Even the male servants were given a generous serving.
Meanwhile, Ravi returned with his mother, Gita, and Guddo. Guddo was looking gorgeous. I sent Gita to collect things from my room and we all went up to the hall. I called Rashmi Bhabhi and Basanti too, to check all the arrangements. There were carpets, mattresses, and masnads (round pillows). On one side a small mandap had been set up, and next to it was a slightly raised platform that could be used as a bed. I had kept the other things in the next room. I made them partners in everything. Basanti said she would tell her nanad Gunja, and Dulari bhabhi too.
When I came down, the crowd for ratjaga was already gathering. Along with Gita and Guddo had come Chameli from their village and a few other bhabhis. Mummy was teasing Mami, but Champa was retaliating on Mami’s behalf. My two mausis were also teasing, and Rashmi Bhabhi was looking for Adi. Cheenu’s friend Ranjana had joined too. Dulari had called the washerwomen and some other working ladies. There were already twenty-two women present. It was approaching 10 p.m.
Meanwhile, Bua came up from the ground floor with Adi. Bua was surprised that all the men were sound asleep. Adi laughed and told her that even after playing with her bangles and trying many tricks, everyone remained fast asleep.
Rashmi Bhabhi grabbed Adi and said, “Then what are we waiting for? Let all the nanads open their choots and we will fuck them the way their brothers fuck us every day.”
But Bua and Sasu ji scolded us all. “Arre chinalon, tumhari chooton mein itni aag lagi hai! First go upstairs and make proper arrangements. We will come after you.”
We all rushed to the hall. I had given Basanti and Adi the task of distributing the bhang-laced laddus. Gunja and Gita were distributing the Chandan sherbet, laced liberally with Chandan. We made sure no one entered the hall before being properly fed. As per my instructions, Dulari was given a double dose, and Basanti made her own nanad eat two laddus.
Soon everyone was in place. To my horror, Bua ji and my sasuji had selected Dulari and Champa to begin the proceedings.
Bua said, “Hey Dulari, first take attendance of all the chinars.”
Dulari called out the name of every lady. Each had to stand up, and to “check,” Dulari would remove her anchal and squeeze her breasts. When my turn came, I stood up and announced, “Rinu Chinar.” When Dulari tried to squeeze my joban, I shifted, hoping she would miss. But Rashmi Bhabhi and Basanti had anticipated it and held me firmly.
Dulari laughed, “Acha Rinu bibi, duniya bhar se dabwati ho, hamse dar rahi ho?” She squeezed my breasts very forcefully and asked Basanti to do the same. Then she asked, “Who else among the bhabhis wants to squeeze these choonchis?”
Soon Madhu Bhabhi and Rashmi slipped their hands inside my choli. When I protested, they said in unison, “Arre nanad rani, nandoi ji se kya blouse ke upar-upar se dabwati ho? Dabwa rahi ho to khul kar maja lo.”
They not only cupped and fondled my breasts but also pulled my nipples. Bua then took charge again. She came with a lathi and announced, “Aaj kis chinar ke ladke ki shaadi hai? Use bulakar usse gaana gavao.”
Mausi stood up and started singing while I played the dholak. She sang:
“Bhinsare chiraiya kanhe boli, bhinsare…
Hamari nanad chinar, Rinu ki bua chinar…
Arre hamare saiyan ne, unke bhaiya ne unki choli kholi,
Arre choonchi tatoli…”
(This was the signal for Mummy, Mausi, and Mami to squeeze Bua ji’s breasts.)
Bua was not one to accept defeat. She retorted, “Arre Bhabhi, bina nanga shaadi ke din se roj raat bhar choonchi dabwati ho, jam kar chudwati ho, aur badnaam mujhe kar rahi ho.”
She then announced, “After my brother’s successful chudai, this boy was born. Now let us have a sohar (childbirth song). Who will sing?”
Rashmi Bhabhi, who had just pulled her hand out of my choli, said, “Dulhe ki bahna.”
Now it was my turn. I squeezed Madhu Bhabhi’s breasts and sang, “And dulhe ki bhabhi will only get fucked by her devar.”
She smiled and replied, “No, why only bhabhi? Meri nanad bhi jab chahe, mere devar se chudwa le.”
Madhu Bhabhi added, “Arre, chudwati hi hain. That is why we both got such expert husbands.” They admitted they had practised on Rinu bibi.
Mummy told me, “Hey, apne bhai ke hone ka sohar to suna do, Rinu.”
Indicating towards my bua ji and my nanads, I sang:
“Dil khol ke maango nanadi, maangan ki bahar hai…
Choli mat maango nanadi, mere joban ki bahar hai…
Kahe sune jo choli doongi, bandh loongi kaat re…
Ghoda mat maango nanadi, mere saiyan ki savaari re…
Kahe sune jo ghoda doongi, launda loongi kaat re…
Dil khol ke…
Arre saiyan mat maango nanadi, more saij ka singaar re…
Saiyan ke badle bhaiya doongi, chodi choot tumhaar re…
Arre bur khol ke maango nanadi, maangan ki bahar re.”
(While singing, I squeezed Guddo’s breasts — my nanad and Jiju’s cousin.)
Now my sasuji asked, “Ab kaun chinar gaana sunayegi?”
Bhabhi said, “Dulhe ki bahna,” but sasuji teased Mausi, “See, my bahu has sung a song, but it seems all your bahus have big fat gadhe ka lund in their mouths, that’s why they cannot sing.”
Madhu Bhabhi took the challenge and sang:
“Ratiya chumma laale balma, sabka maalum hoyi gaya na…”
(She pulled Gunja — Basanti’s nanad — and made her dance.)
“Ek haath kamar pe rakhe, doosre se jobana dabaye…
Sabka maalum ho gaya na…”
(While singing, she squeezed Gunja’s breasts and asked, “Kyon, mard aise hi dabata hai na saari raat?”)
Then she came to me, made me dance, and while singing “Dheere se more lehnga uthaye,” she lifted my sari and saya. I couldn’t do anything because Basanti and Dulari had already held my hands. This time Gunja and Gita also joined, but to their dismay I was wearing almost knicker-like panties.
They complained, “It is foul, Bhabhi!” and pulled down my knickers. Meanwhile I got free because Madhu Bhabhi had caught her young teen nanad Adi. Adi was not so lucky. While singing “Dheere se more lehnga uthaye, poora lund ghusaye, sabka maalum ho gaya na,” Madhu Bhabhi made Adi bend, lifted her skirt, and Rashmi Bhabhi inserted her fingers inside Adi’s panty, moving them as if she was fucking her.
By now the atmosphere was becoming very hot.
Suddenly someone came as a Jyotishi (astrologer). She held Gunja’s hand while Basanti joined her nanad. The “pundit” was asked when my nanad would become pregnant.
The “pundit” said, “Arre, ye ulte kaam karvati hai. Iska mard neeche rehta hai aur yeh upar chadh ke chodti hai. Ek din tumhara nandoi gabhin ho jaayega.”
Everybody laughed. But Basanti asked seriously, “To Pundit ji, what is the solution and who is responsible?”
The pundit replied, “Aaj poornima hai. Aaj iski paanch bhabhis mil kar isko achhi tarah chod-chod kar chudai sikhayen. Jab yeh seekh jaaye, tab hum sabke saamne apne mard se chudvaye — to ho sakta hai.”
I joked, “Aur Pundit ji, aapko kis se chudwana achha lagta hai?”
She replied, “Aapke bhaiya se.”
When I pulled the chaddar, it was nobody but Rashmi Bhabhi. Mami stopped us all and said, “Arre, ghar mein shaadi hai — kuch gaana-vana to ho, naach ho.”
Dulari announced, “Apne ilaake ki sabse mashhoor randi yahan hai,” and everybody asked who. Basanti pointed at me, “Arre Rinu didi.”
They made me wear ghungroo and I started dancing:
“Bharatpur loot gaya raat mori amma, jab re sipahiya ne mora ghoonghata pakdo…”
(I caught Guddo and made her dance with me.)
“Nayan dono juda gaye raat mori amma…”
(I kissed Guddo on the lips. For the next line it was Gita.)
“Arre raat mori amma, julmi sipahiya ne choli pakdi, choli pakdi…
Arre joban dono dat gaye raat mori amma…”
(Now it was Gita’s turn. I opened her choli properly, unsnapped her bra, showed her breasts to everyone, and fondled them while singing, “Roj roj tumhare bhai jam kar ragadte-masalte hain, aaj tum bhi to choonchi dabwa lo.”)
Everybody joined in the music. Next was Basanti. She took a whirl lovingly.
“Arre julmi sipahiya ne mora lehnga khola, lehnga khola…
Bharatpur loot gaya raat mori amma…”
(This time other nanads — Gunja and Adi — stood ready to help.) While singing, I lifted Basanti’s sari and saya. Her hands were caught by Gunja and Adi. I raised it just below her choot, but everybody shouted, “Thoda aur upar!” I opened it a little more and suddenly exposed her young choot covered with soft brown jhant. Gunja immediately grabbed it.
We were distracted by a Vaidya (doctor). “Aa gaye Vaidya Banaras ke…”
He claimed he could cure all pains of the tummy and even below — including choot ki jalan — with special medicine.
Madhu Bhabhi brought Adi forward and said, “See, my young nanad has a lot of burning sensation down there.”
The Vaidya said, “Arre saaf bolo — choot mein.” He lifted her skirt. Adi tried to protest, but Basanti and Guddo held her firmly. He put his finger inside her panty and said, “It is simple. Did you eat baigan yesterday?” Adi nodded. “That is the trouble. She has taken a big baigan in her choot and a worm has entered too. I am putting a lotion — wrap it around her brother’s lund and shove it deep. She will be cured.”
Next, Guddo was caught and disrobed. Rashmi Bhabhi asked whether her boobs were ready for milking. The Vaidya opened her joban, showed them to everyone, and said, “Every morning and night she must get them massaged by her brother.”
The Vaidya was looking for me, but I had slipped away and returned dressed as a security officer inspector. Adi and Gunja joined me as constables. Gita complained that her trinkets had been stolen and she suspected Rashmi Bhabhi.
Mausi and Bua ji became the judges. They ordered, “Talashi lo saali ki.”
I pushed my hands inside her choli and brought out some trinkets. “Yes, they are mine,” Gita confirmed. I said, “Theek se,” and Adi opened Bhabhi’s blouse and threw it away, followed by her bra. Her breasts spilled out. I said, “It may be hidden below,” and we forced her down, lifted her lehnga and saya, and while showing everyone, I forced two fingers into her very wet choot and brought out a ring. “Dekho saali ne kahan-kahan chhupa rakha hai.”
When I asked who else was in her gang, she murmured something and I dragged Basanti forward. She received similar treatment, but this time I enjoyed squeezing her young choonchis. Adi brought out some more trinkets from Basanti’s choot.
But Basanti, being the rogue she is, pointed at my sasuji and said, “Inspector Sahib, our leader is her.”
I had no choice but to approach her respectfully, but she whispered, “Bahu, ratjaga mein security officer wala aise nahin bolta.”
I returned to character and thundered, “Arre chinar, sheher bhar ke gundo se chudwa-chudwa kar apni ladkiyon Gita aur Guddo se randi ka dhandha karwakar man nahin bhara, jo chori bhi shuru kar di!”
Now my mummy, mausi, and bua ji pounced on her for talashi and almost undressed her completely.
Similar scenes were happening everywhere. Dulari was entangled with Gunja, and Rashmi Bhabhi was busy with Guddo.
Next came a ghost. All tricks were tried, but it ultimately demanded, “I want doodh from Rinu.”
My bhabhis laughed and said, “But she is not even gabhin.”
The ghost replied, “No? Then call a bull and make her pregnant. When she delivers, give me milk from her choonchis.”
I was made to act as a cow. It was announced that whoever wanted to become the bull could come forward. All my bhabhis, including Dulari and Basanti, agreed. But I put a condition: “I will check — unless it has a lund, how can it be a bull?”
It was agreed. When I lifted Basanti’s saya, a 9-inch lund (made with Nirodh) jutted out. She showed it to everyone. I remembered I had told her about the condoms.
My petticoat was lifted. There was no panty to save me. Basanti shoved it inside me, followed by Madhu Bhabhi. After “getting pregnant,” I acted as if I was delivering a calf. Dulari came and “milked” me, offering the milk to the ghost (she had filled a glass beforehand). The ghost said, “Yes, but I will drink it from the cow’s tits itself,” and drank the milk straight from my breasts. When her face was revealed, it turned out to be Madhu Bhabhi.
Then all the rituals of marriage were repeated. I was made the groom and I selected Basanti as the bride. A lot of songs were sung. After the “marriage,” everybody said, “Since we have watched the wedding, we must watch the bedding too.”
I had no objection. I used Basanti’s trick with the Nirodh lund and really fucked her. But I was not alone — pairs of nanad and bhabhi were formed everywhere and all were in action.
Suddenly the power went out and we all cried out in joy. Soon saris, blouses, bras, and petticoats were scattered all over the hall. I could count at least three women doing it with me at different times. Every time I came, I made sure they came too.
When the light came back, the voltage was low and the hall was dimly lit — which suited us perfectly. All my bhabhis — Madhu, Rashmi, Dulari, and Basanti — got their chance with me, and I didn’t spare them either. I searched for my young nanads Gunja and Guddo, made them lick my choot, and fingered them hard until they came twice each.
I had developed a special heat for my younger sister-like Adi. I thought twice but decided to go ahead. She welcomed it warmly. It turned out she was quite a pro and knew exactly how to lick a choot.
Before the night ended, Basanti was made to “deliver” a child — a cloth doll. We all came down just after 6 a.m. and started the morning chores.
Sheepishly, Madhu Bhabhi and I went downstairs and found everyone still sound asleep.
A new bond had clearly been formed among us.
During lunch, Ravi joined us. Guddo and Gita were standing with him. How could I lose this chance for gallis?
“Nili si ghodi gaj neem se bandhi, chalo dekho to lo…
Arre mere Jija ki bahna gayi thi dekhne, vo to chadh gayi khajur…
Unki sarak gayi skirt aur dikh gayi bur… Nili si ghodi…”
But Guddo took charge and attacked me:
“Arre dulhe ki bahna gayi thi dekhne, vo to chadh gayi att…
Unki khul gayi sari aur dikh gayi choot…”
The fact that she could use such words in front of her own brother showed just how charged the atmosphere had become.
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