22-03-2026, 01:25 PM
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Mausi ji was looking for me. She assigned me the task of preparing Chavi (the bride and wife of my cousin) and bringing her for the munh-dikhayi ceremony, where close relatives look at the bride’s face. She is expected to touch their feet, and everyone who sees her face gives her a gift.
I went to the bride. She was a bit tired after the night-long rituals. I told her to take a quick bath. She did her bright bridal makeup and was soon ready. I briefed her about the different family members and advised her to remain joyful. No matter what kind of teasing or bawdy jokes came her way, she should reply with a smile. Although she might feel shy, in our environment everyone would rate her highly if she responded playfully to those relatives with whom she had a joking relationship — especially her nandoi (my Jiju), the nanads, and many others. I also warned her that she would have to sing a few songs, and it would be even better if she could manage one or two lewd ones.
When she came out, all the ladies crowded around her. The older ladies went first, but they were by no means sober. When she touched the feet of her bua-saas, my mummy goaded her, “Hey bahu, why don’t you lift your saas’s saya and see the place where your sasur did all the training?”
When it was Mummy’s turn, she gifted her a beautiful pair of silver payal (anklets full of bells) and said, “Yeh roz har raat tumhare dulhe ke kaan mein bajengi.” Realising the implication, we all burst out laughing.
Madhu Bhabhi asked, “But how will they ring during those five days?”
Mummy replied with a wink, “Palat kar” (from the other side, meaning her asshole would be used).
When it was Rashmi Bhabhi’s turn, I thought of a prank. I slipped something into the bride’s anchal and whispered “scorpion.” In a hurry, the bride lifted Rashmi Bhabhi’s sari. All the nanads — me, Adi, and others — could not stop laughing.
Adi asked, “Kyon Bhabhi ji, Bharatpur ke darshan kara diye?”
Next came the turn of the gents. When Jiju’s number arrived, Basanti told Chavi, “You have touched two feet of everybody, but with nandoi it is the turn of the middle feet.”
This time even the bride could not stop herself from smiling. She touched his feet in the normal fashion but then folded her hands, indicating towards his “middle feet.” We all rolled with laughter.
Then came the turn for songs. She sang a few devotional songs followed by some folk songs. I goaded her, “Hey Bhabhi, jara apni saas-logon aur nandoi ko to kuch suna dijiye.” She started singing. (Whenever certain “words” came up, Dulari and Basanti helped her, but she herself did not blush.)
She began:
“Baar baar nanadi darwaje daudi jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Hamare saiyan ji ki bahna darwaje daudi jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Halwaiya ka ladka to Adi ji ka yaar hai, laddoo pe laddoo khilaye chala jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Darzi ka ladka to Nandi ji ka yaar hai, vo to Rinu ka yaar hai…
Arre choli pe choli, body pe body silaye chali jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Meri sasuji ka ladka, meri amma ka ladka to sab nandon ka yaar hai…
Raaton mein roj…”
(And Basanti added, looking at me and Adi, “Raaton mein roj chudvaye chali jaaye.”)
(Every time my nanad runs to the door… Sister of my husband runs to the door… Son of the sweetmeat seller is Adi ji’s lover, he feeds her laddoos one after another… Son of the tailor is Nandi ji’s lover, he is Rinu’s lover too… She gets choli after choli stitched, her body measured… Son of my mother-in-law and son of my mother — my brother — is the suitor of all my nanads and at night he fucks them regularly.)
Chavi Bhabhi looked at me and smiled. She received full support from all my bhabhis and the older ladies, including my mummy, who looked at Bua and said, “Saali, saari nanads chinar hoti hain.”
But Chavi Bhabhi continued with the next one:
“Raghunandan bin bajayo ki nahin…
Apni bahna ko tum nachayo ki nahin…
Tamboo taan rakhungi, dholak taiyar rakhungi, manjira paas rakhungi…
Nandoi ji, apni saali ki — Rinu nanadi ko aaj nachaiyo ki nahin…
Thoda vo aaj nachengi, thoda vo kal nachengi, parson din raat nachengi…”
(And now Dulari joined Chavi Bhabhi)
“Tamboo taan rakhungi, dholak taiyar rakhungi, manjira paas rakhungi…
Nandoi ji, apni saali ki — Rinu nanadi ko aaj chudvaiyo ki nahin…
Thoda vo aaj chudayengi, thoda vo kal chudayengi, parson din raat chudayengi…”
She received thunderous appreciation. Even I, who was the target of her gallis, hugged her warmly.
After some time I shooed away the girls who were still teasing her and told Mausi ji to let Chavi relax. It was already midday. She agreed readily and asked me to take her to the beauty parlour at 4 p.m.
I ushered Chavi inside the room and bolted the door from inside. I smiled at her impishly and told her to remove her sari and relax. She looked surprised. Laughing, I said, “You sat cross-legged the entire night yesterday, and tonight your legs will remain raised in the air with your piya ji, so it is time to let them relax. I have kept a gown for you. Change into something comfortable. For the next three to four hours, no one will come here, so just relax and get ready for the final assault.”
To make her comfortable, I removed my own sari. She smiled and went to the bathroom. When she came out in the nightgown, it was very open and had only a few buttons. Her breasts, caged in the Victoria’s Secret bra (a munh-dikhayi gift from her nandoi, my Jiju Ravi), were clearly visible.
I giggled and teased her, “Hey, it is foul — release these doves too!” Before she could react, I unsnapped the front-open bra and took it out. My gaze travelled downward and, yes, she was still wearing panties. I threatened playfully, “Hey, will you take it down or should my hands perform this pleasant task?” Laughing, I tried to lift her gown. She joined in the laughter and said, “Didi, why should I trouble you?” and removed her panty too.
Meanwhile, I had filled a small tub with mild warm water and added some soothing salts. I told Chavi to sit on the sofa and put her feet inside the tub. It immediately had its relaxing effect. I put some fresh beans in the coffee percolator, pulled all the heavy dbangs, switched off all lights except one soft blue lamp, and poured two cups of special coffee (laced with a liberal dose of brandy). I handed one to the bride.
She said, “Hey Didi, it looks different.”
I told her, “It is special because you are special.”
While she was talking on the phone with her mother and then with Rupa and Sona, I went behind her and started giving her a gentle back rub. I massaged her lean, beautiful shoulders with smooth strokes, using my body weight and fingertips on all the right points. Soon she was totally relaxed.
Now I moved to the front and opened the top buttons of her gown. She showed some resistance, but by then she was busy talking with her bhabhi, who was teasing her about the impending suhaag raat. My now bolder hands were rubbing her front, deliberately avoiding her breasts. She soon reconciled and started enjoying it too.
I slowly moved her gown over her breasts, exposing them. She had small but perfectly developed, firm breasts with prominently protruding nipples. I sat next to her and continued the massage. I rubbed her lower back, pushing my fingers inside the gown, coming down to the base of her spine, teasing her voluptuous ass, then moving up again.
I parted her gown, giving myself a glimpse of her portals of love. My fingers stroked her thighs and occasionally brushed her genitals. With one hand I continued the massage while the other hugged her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She had rested her head on my breast (which had slipped out of my gown). I slowly made her recline so that her head rested in my lap. As I spread my legs, her lips came directly over my exposed muff.
I was now stroking her long tresses and telling her, “Chavi, in your in-laws’ house you must have someone who is your confidante. I have gone through this phase and I know how lonely it can feel sometimes. The house is full of relatives, but true friends are few.”
“Yes Didi, you put it perfectly,” she whispered.
Now my fingers were playing with her golden-brown jhant. “Chavi, you should clean it before… you know. It may be hard for you during… but they are beautiful and hide an even more beautiful treasure.” Saying this, I gently touched her labia. “Either you can clean it yourself or it can be done at the parlour this evening.”
“Yes Didi.” Her voice had become very faint.
I parted my legs further and gently pushed her head so that her lips touched me. My strokes became bolder. After stroking and teasing her vulva, my hands moved down and started massaging her inner thighs. Soon I could feel all the tension melting away and she was completely at ease.
I asked her, “Chavi, do you take pills?”
She admitted, “Nahin Didi.”
I squeezed her cunt gently and my other hand came from her head to fondle her breasts. I chided her lovingly, “Arre pagli, tonight itself you may become pregnant. After nine months I will get some neg as bua, but what about you? Don’t worry, I have a pill that can be started from any day. After your next period you can switch to the usual ones. This is the time for enjoying chudai.” While saying this, my finger gently parted her labia. “Children can come later. And while talking about chudai — yes, it will hurt a little, but nothing like getting fucked furiously on the first night. You are young and such a cute bhabhi, so just let me tell you that we should be prepared. Use lube before, especially on the inner side.”
We kept talking. I told her everything about me, Cheenu, and even our jokes about me getting fucked by my Jijus. She laughed and said, “But Didi, I don’t have any Jiju.”
I pinched her choonchi and replied, “Don’t bother — your nandoi will fill that gap.”
She laughed too. “Yes, I enjoy the way Ravi Jiju talks, but I think Didi, you had more claim over him.”
I pinched her chootar and said, “Saali aur salhaj ka barabar ka haq hota hai, and you will be here, so beware.”
We shifted to the bed, where she curled up in my arms and we slept.
When I woke up, our gowns had vanished and we were just hugging each other skin to skin. It was already 3:30 p.m. and we had an appointment at 4. I made tea and woke her up. She looked at herself, found herself nude, and blushed. She tried to cover up, but I pulled her gown away saying, “Ab Bhabhi, kya chhipana?” I gave her tea and told her to get ready fast.
Suddenly I remembered something and, indicating towards her kesar kyari, asked, “Hey Bano, iska kya hoga?”
She just smiled and said, “Let the parlour take care of it too.”
I also wore a tight top and hip-hugging jeans that clearly showed the crack of my ass. While changing, Chavi looked at my 36D breasts and admired them. I pulled her hand and made her squeeze them. “Hey, don’t bother. Ek baar mard ka haath padega to tumhare bhi aise hi bade ho jayenge.”
She teased back, “Sirf ek mard ke haath se?”
I pinched her chootar and said, “Don’t forget your nandoi.”
I went out looking for Mausi and found her sleeping with my dad on one side and Bade Mausa ji on the other. I teased her, “Kyon Mausi ji, ek saath do-do Jija ke saath?”
I realised I had raised a hornet’s nest. She retorted, “Arre, to tumhari kyon sulag rahi hai? And anyway, tomorrow Neelu and her husband will come, so you can also sleep with two Jijas. But let me share something — it is really enjoyable, one from front and the other from behind.”
Meanwhile Chavi had also come out and was listening to our ribald talk with a smile.
Ravi Jiju came to drive us to the parlour. He complained to Mausi ji, “Your daughter was using me as a driver and now your bahu is also using my services. Who will give my fees?”
I interrupted, “Why don’t you take it from your salhaj? I am sure she will not say no.”
But Chavi was no less. She answered back, “Rinu Didi meri taraf se bhi de dengi.”
I made Chavi sit between me and Jiju. When he started driving, I told him, “Jiju, now you can take your fees.”
Soon we reached the parlour. The treatment was long and included full body care — facial, sandal treatment for breasts, waxing, etc. I told them not to leave any hair. Chavi blushed. The ladies took Chavi away. Jiju and I also got facials done. Still, there were two hours to kill.
I suggested to Jiju that there was a famous bakery nearby. He agreed and said the pastries there were famous, but I blurted out, “I was thinking about cream rolls.”
Before leaving, I suddenly remembered something and called the parlour maid. I handed her the erotic perfume Amit had given me and told her exactly where to apply it before dressing Chavi for tonight’s big match.
Jiju drove me to the pastry shop and parked in a lonely corner. He bought four rum pastries and, of course, cream rolls. I took one between my lips and pressed it into his mouth. He just kissed me. Soon we were hugging, kissing, and biting each other. I was sitting in his lap and his hands had wandered inside my top. His lund was pressing against my ass.
I said, “Kyon Jiju, today it wants to travel on the choti line route?”
He smiled and said, “You read my mind. Yes, why not? It is great fun, especially with someone who has such a sexy ass.”
I giggled and said, “You know, Mom has taught me that there are two types of men — some are boobs men and some are ass men.”
Squeezing my breasts and pushing his lund against my gaand over the jeans, he replied, “And I am both types. Your both assets are so sexy, Rinu. The first time I saw them, I just wanted to fuck you and bugger you while holding your choonchis.”
But he could not turn the dream into reality because some bikers parked their bikes right next to our car. Jiju suggested there were some ruins nearby on the outskirts of the city. I recognised the place. We drove there. Dusk had fallen and there was only dim light. We parked the car in the farthest corner, in the shadow of an old monument.
Now there was no pretence. He was trying to undress me and I was doing the same, but in the confined space of the car we couldn’t enjoy properly. Suddenly Jiju looked at the sugarcane field — lush green, very tall, and dense. The nearest village was five or six kilometres away.
Jiju looked at me and asked, “Hey, are you thinking the same thing as me?”
I said, “Yes. I had heard about it but never tried it there.”
He pulled me out and said, “Let us fill this gap in your experience too.”
We followed a narrow pagdandi. After walking some distance, Jiju took my hand and pulled me inside the field. He had brought a car seat cover and spread it on the ground. He broke a few sugarcane stalks to make space. After removing my dress, I lay down. Jiju placed his jeans under my chootar. I raised my long, slender legs over his shoulders and spread them wide. I took out a tube of KY jelly from my jeans and handed it to him.
Smiling, he coated his supara with it and also spread some on his thumb and index finger. He parted the doors of my greedy, hungry choot and covered it with lube. Then, with my legs spread wide over his broad shoulders, he pushed his lund inside my wet and waiting choot. I was so hot that I pushed my chootar forward too, and his supara went in. I will not say there was no pain, but that was exactly what my choot had been longing for.
Jiju crushed my choonchi with his strong hand. Holding it firmly, he shoved the rest of his lund in one powerful stroke. I responded with a wild push of my chootar, but still a scream almost escaped. I bit my lip hard to stop it. Jiju was rubbing and crushing my breasts, and soon his lips joined the assault. One tit was being sucked, devoured, chewed; the other was being pulled and pinched. His other hand was flirting with my clit.
Soon I was moaning. Although Jiju was not pushing hard yet, my chootar kept rising and I whispered in his ear, “Hey Jiju, please dalo… na chodo na…”
He finally acceded to my request. He pulled his mighty lund almost completely out, captured my lips in a deep kiss, gripped my hips, and shoved it fully inside. He had taken the precaution of silencing my lips with his. Oh, it was real joy, but in spite of being fucked twice, my choot still felt pierced by a sharp weapon. There was sting, but there was also overpowering pleasure. I hugged him, scratched his back with my long nails, and we started chudai in full frenzy.
Soon Jiju changed position. He took my legs off his shoulders, pushed them towards my head almost folding me in half, and started pounding again. He was rotating his lund inside my choot without moving much, while the base rubbed my clit. His hands grabbed my chootar and soon one finger moved to the crack of my ass. It was teasing me there, just playing with my gaand. Suddenly, with full force, he shoved his thumb inside. My virgin gaand was so tight that despite all his might, only the tip entered. But it was enough to hurt. I moved my head sideways, meaning “no, not there.” But Jiju was oblivious. He pulled half his lund out and started fucking me in a slow, powerful rhythm. His one finger was inside my gaand while his other hand pinched my clit, and I became delirious, begging him to do kas kar chudai.
His strokes became faster and more powerful. I almost forgot about the finger in my gaand. In this frenzy the cover under me had been thrown away and now I was lying directly on the earth. I could feel small pieces of dust and some hard bits piercing and rubbing my soft skin and chootar. But they only added to the joy. The force with which Jiju was fucking me was making my body grind against the sugarcane field’s soil.
Soon Jiju withdrew his finger. Only then did I realise its presence. He bit my tit and I bit my lip to stop a scream. Meanwhile he pressed my clit hard and I came again. I too pushed a finger inside the crack of his ass and he exploded. At that moment we heard rustling of leaves. Jiju hurriedly helped me dress and we came out.
Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Jiju told me to bend down and peep. What I saw was beautiful — a young village teen in ghaghra and choli was being fucked by one boy while she was sucking the lund of another. They were totally oblivious to us.
We returned to the car and drove towards the parlour. Jiju squeezed my hand and said, “Hey, you saw that girl?”
I smiled and replied, “Yes, I feel envious. Lucky girl — ek saath do-do lund ka maja. How can she take two together?”
Jiju laughed and said, “Don’t be jealous. I forgot to tell you — Neelu didi’s call came today. She will be joining with her husband, and maybe tomorrow it may be you with two lunds.”
I had taken out his raging lund from his pants and it was still erect. Jiju pinched my chootar. I squeezed his lund and said, “Jiju, it looks like it will not spare your poor saali’s gaand. And although you could not break the seal of my choot, my gaand is still kori.”
Hearing that, his lund jumped in my hand. I squeezed it hard and told him, “Jiju, can you make a promise?”
He said, “Sure, anything for my sexy saali,” and kissed me.
I said, “No, first say ‘yes, I promise.’”
He squeezed my choonchi and said, “Yes, I promise.”
Gripping his lund very hard, I said, “Jiju, I like it, but sometimes it hurts me too. I want that whatever hole you are taking — even if it is my tight virgin gaand where I know it will hurt like hell, even if I scream and beg for mercy, even if you tear and split me, even if I faint — I want all of it.” I touched its base and added, “Right up to this place. It may hurt at that time, but baad mein jo maja milta hai, I cannot tell you.”
As we had to leave in a rush, I felt some semen was still left in Jiju’s lund. I looked at the pastry left in the car and an idea flashed in my mind. I took the pastry in front of his lund and started pumping it hard.
He was flabbergasted. “Hey Rinu, what are you doing?”
I told him it was a known belief that if a woman eats something that has already been “tasted” by someone after her marriage and before her own virginity is taken, she becomes enamoured of that lund and cannot refuse it.
“Now I was pumping vigorously.”
“Oh, so it is for…?” he quizzed.
“Yes, your salhaj, Chavi. Saali and salhaj have equal rights over Jiju.”
“Yes,” he said, and thinking about his salhaj he came in big spurts. I had thought only a few drops might be left, but thick globs of white cum covered the pastry.
Jiju said, “Yes, I must take her too.”
Laughingly I put his lund back in his pants and said, “If you leave her, then you are not a perfect nandoi.”
We had reached the parlour. I enquired about Chavi and they said it would take another 10–15 minutes as she was getting dressed for her suhaag raat. Meanwhile I could get henna done on my hands. I agreed. And what about the perfume? The parlour maid laughed and said it had been applied ten minutes ago.
Soon Chavi came out. She was looking stunning. She was wearing a red passion-coloured lehnga tied well below her navel. Her beautiful feet were coloured with mahavar that was still wet, and she wore silver anklets with a hundred tiny bells. Her choli covered her small but perfect breasts with rich embroidery. There was a chunri over them, but her oomph was clearly visible. Her face was adorned with full bridal makeup. I could see a bulge in Jiju’s pants.
I thanked the parlour maids and we left. But suddenly I remembered something and asked, “Hey, what happened to the kesar kyari?”
She laughed and said, “It is clean now.” Chavi blushed.
I went to the bride. She was a bit tired after the night-long rituals. I told her to take a quick bath. She did her bright bridal makeup and was soon ready. I briefed her about the different family members and advised her to remain joyful. No matter what kind of teasing or bawdy jokes came her way, she should reply with a smile. Although she might feel shy, in our environment everyone would rate her highly if she responded playfully to those relatives with whom she had a joking relationship — especially her nandoi (my Jiju), the nanads, and many others. I also warned her that she would have to sing a few songs, and it would be even better if she could manage one or two lewd ones.
When she came out, all the ladies crowded around her. The older ladies went first, but they were by no means sober. When she touched the feet of her bua-saas, my mummy goaded her, “Hey bahu, why don’t you lift your saas’s saya and see the place where your sasur did all the training?”
When it was Mummy’s turn, she gifted her a beautiful pair of silver payal (anklets full of bells) and said, “Yeh roz har raat tumhare dulhe ke kaan mein bajengi.” Realising the implication, we all burst out laughing.
Madhu Bhabhi asked, “But how will they ring during those five days?”
Mummy replied with a wink, “Palat kar” (from the other side, meaning her asshole would be used).
When it was Rashmi Bhabhi’s turn, I thought of a prank. I slipped something into the bride’s anchal and whispered “scorpion.” In a hurry, the bride lifted Rashmi Bhabhi’s sari. All the nanads — me, Adi, and others — could not stop laughing.
Adi asked, “Kyon Bhabhi ji, Bharatpur ke darshan kara diye?”
Next came the turn of the gents. When Jiju’s number arrived, Basanti told Chavi, “You have touched two feet of everybody, but with nandoi it is the turn of the middle feet.”
This time even the bride could not stop herself from smiling. She touched his feet in the normal fashion but then folded her hands, indicating towards his “middle feet.” We all rolled with laughter.
Then came the turn for songs. She sang a few devotional songs followed by some folk songs. I goaded her, “Hey Bhabhi, jara apni saas-logon aur nandoi ko to kuch suna dijiye.” She started singing. (Whenever certain “words” came up, Dulari and Basanti helped her, but she herself did not blush.)
She began:
“Baar baar nanadi darwaje daudi jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Hamare saiyan ji ki bahna darwaje daudi jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Halwaiya ka ladka to Adi ji ka yaar hai, laddoo pe laddoo khilaye chala jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Darzi ka ladka to Nandi ji ka yaar hai, vo to Rinu ka yaar hai…
Arre choli pe choli, body pe body silaye chali jaaye, kahna na maane re…
Meri sasuji ka ladka, meri amma ka ladka to sab nandon ka yaar hai…
Raaton mein roj…”
(And Basanti added, looking at me and Adi, “Raaton mein roj chudvaye chali jaaye.”)
(Every time my nanad runs to the door… Sister of my husband runs to the door… Son of the sweetmeat seller is Adi ji’s lover, he feeds her laddoos one after another… Son of the tailor is Nandi ji’s lover, he is Rinu’s lover too… She gets choli after choli stitched, her body measured… Son of my mother-in-law and son of my mother — my brother — is the suitor of all my nanads and at night he fucks them regularly.)
Chavi Bhabhi looked at me and smiled. She received full support from all my bhabhis and the older ladies, including my mummy, who looked at Bua and said, “Saali, saari nanads chinar hoti hain.”
But Chavi Bhabhi continued with the next one:
“Raghunandan bin bajayo ki nahin…
Apni bahna ko tum nachayo ki nahin…
Tamboo taan rakhungi, dholak taiyar rakhungi, manjira paas rakhungi…
Nandoi ji, apni saali ki — Rinu nanadi ko aaj nachaiyo ki nahin…
Thoda vo aaj nachengi, thoda vo kal nachengi, parson din raat nachengi…”
(And now Dulari joined Chavi Bhabhi)
“Tamboo taan rakhungi, dholak taiyar rakhungi, manjira paas rakhungi…
Nandoi ji, apni saali ki — Rinu nanadi ko aaj chudvaiyo ki nahin…
Thoda vo aaj chudayengi, thoda vo kal chudayengi, parson din raat chudayengi…”
She received thunderous appreciation. Even I, who was the target of her gallis, hugged her warmly.
After some time I shooed away the girls who were still teasing her and told Mausi ji to let Chavi relax. It was already midday. She agreed readily and asked me to take her to the beauty parlour at 4 p.m.
I ushered Chavi inside the room and bolted the door from inside. I smiled at her impishly and told her to remove her sari and relax. She looked surprised. Laughing, I said, “You sat cross-legged the entire night yesterday, and tonight your legs will remain raised in the air with your piya ji, so it is time to let them relax. I have kept a gown for you. Change into something comfortable. For the next three to four hours, no one will come here, so just relax and get ready for the final assault.”
To make her comfortable, I removed my own sari. She smiled and went to the bathroom. When she came out in the nightgown, it was very open and had only a few buttons. Her breasts, caged in the Victoria’s Secret bra (a munh-dikhayi gift from her nandoi, my Jiju Ravi), were clearly visible.
I giggled and teased her, “Hey, it is foul — release these doves too!” Before she could react, I unsnapped the front-open bra and took it out. My gaze travelled downward and, yes, she was still wearing panties. I threatened playfully, “Hey, will you take it down or should my hands perform this pleasant task?” Laughing, I tried to lift her gown. She joined in the laughter and said, “Didi, why should I trouble you?” and removed her panty too.
Meanwhile, I had filled a small tub with mild warm water and added some soothing salts. I told Chavi to sit on the sofa and put her feet inside the tub. It immediately had its relaxing effect. I put some fresh beans in the coffee percolator, pulled all the heavy dbangs, switched off all lights except one soft blue lamp, and poured two cups of special coffee (laced with a liberal dose of brandy). I handed one to the bride.
She said, “Hey Didi, it looks different.”
I told her, “It is special because you are special.”
While she was talking on the phone with her mother and then with Rupa and Sona, I went behind her and started giving her a gentle back rub. I massaged her lean, beautiful shoulders with smooth strokes, using my body weight and fingertips on all the right points. Soon she was totally relaxed.
Now I moved to the front and opened the top buttons of her gown. She showed some resistance, but by then she was busy talking with her bhabhi, who was teasing her about the impending suhaag raat. My now bolder hands were rubbing her front, deliberately avoiding her breasts. She soon reconciled and started enjoying it too.
I slowly moved her gown over her breasts, exposing them. She had small but perfectly developed, firm breasts with prominently protruding nipples. I sat next to her and continued the massage. I rubbed her lower back, pushing my fingers inside the gown, coming down to the base of her spine, teasing her voluptuous ass, then moving up again.
I parted her gown, giving myself a glimpse of her portals of love. My fingers stroked her thighs and occasionally brushed her genitals. With one hand I continued the massage while the other hugged her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She had rested her head on my breast (which had slipped out of my gown). I slowly made her recline so that her head rested in my lap. As I spread my legs, her lips came directly over my exposed muff.
I was now stroking her long tresses and telling her, “Chavi, in your in-laws’ house you must have someone who is your confidante. I have gone through this phase and I know how lonely it can feel sometimes. The house is full of relatives, but true friends are few.”
“Yes Didi, you put it perfectly,” she whispered.
Now my fingers were playing with her golden-brown jhant. “Chavi, you should clean it before… you know. It may be hard for you during… but they are beautiful and hide an even more beautiful treasure.” Saying this, I gently touched her labia. “Either you can clean it yourself or it can be done at the parlour this evening.”
“Yes Didi.” Her voice had become very faint.
I parted my legs further and gently pushed her head so that her lips touched me. My strokes became bolder. After stroking and teasing her vulva, my hands moved down and started massaging her inner thighs. Soon I could feel all the tension melting away and she was completely at ease.
I asked her, “Chavi, do you take pills?”
She admitted, “Nahin Didi.”
I squeezed her cunt gently and my other hand came from her head to fondle her breasts. I chided her lovingly, “Arre pagli, tonight itself you may become pregnant. After nine months I will get some neg as bua, but what about you? Don’t worry, I have a pill that can be started from any day. After your next period you can switch to the usual ones. This is the time for enjoying chudai.” While saying this, my finger gently parted her labia. “Children can come later. And while talking about chudai — yes, it will hurt a little, but nothing like getting fucked furiously on the first night. You are young and such a cute bhabhi, so just let me tell you that we should be prepared. Use lube before, especially on the inner side.”
We kept talking. I told her everything about me, Cheenu, and even our jokes about me getting fucked by my Jijus. She laughed and said, “But Didi, I don’t have any Jiju.”
I pinched her choonchi and replied, “Don’t bother — your nandoi will fill that gap.”
She laughed too. “Yes, I enjoy the way Ravi Jiju talks, but I think Didi, you had more claim over him.”
I pinched her chootar and said, “Saali aur salhaj ka barabar ka haq hota hai, and you will be here, so beware.”
We shifted to the bed, where she curled up in my arms and we slept.
When I woke up, our gowns had vanished and we were just hugging each other skin to skin. It was already 3:30 p.m. and we had an appointment at 4. I made tea and woke her up. She looked at herself, found herself nude, and blushed. She tried to cover up, but I pulled her gown away saying, “Ab Bhabhi, kya chhipana?” I gave her tea and told her to get ready fast.
Suddenly I remembered something and, indicating towards her kesar kyari, asked, “Hey Bano, iska kya hoga?”
She just smiled and said, “Let the parlour take care of it too.”
I also wore a tight top and hip-hugging jeans that clearly showed the crack of my ass. While changing, Chavi looked at my 36D breasts and admired them. I pulled her hand and made her squeeze them. “Hey, don’t bother. Ek baar mard ka haath padega to tumhare bhi aise hi bade ho jayenge.”
She teased back, “Sirf ek mard ke haath se?”
I pinched her chootar and said, “Don’t forget your nandoi.”
I went out looking for Mausi and found her sleeping with my dad on one side and Bade Mausa ji on the other. I teased her, “Kyon Mausi ji, ek saath do-do Jija ke saath?”
I realised I had raised a hornet’s nest. She retorted, “Arre, to tumhari kyon sulag rahi hai? And anyway, tomorrow Neelu and her husband will come, so you can also sleep with two Jijas. But let me share something — it is really enjoyable, one from front and the other from behind.”
Meanwhile Chavi had also come out and was listening to our ribald talk with a smile.
Ravi Jiju came to drive us to the parlour. He complained to Mausi ji, “Your daughter was using me as a driver and now your bahu is also using my services. Who will give my fees?”
I interrupted, “Why don’t you take it from your salhaj? I am sure she will not say no.”
But Chavi was no less. She answered back, “Rinu Didi meri taraf se bhi de dengi.”
I made Chavi sit between me and Jiju. When he started driving, I told him, “Jiju, now you can take your fees.”
Soon we reached the parlour. The treatment was long and included full body care — facial, sandal treatment for breasts, waxing, etc. I told them not to leave any hair. Chavi blushed. The ladies took Chavi away. Jiju and I also got facials done. Still, there were two hours to kill.
I suggested to Jiju that there was a famous bakery nearby. He agreed and said the pastries there were famous, but I blurted out, “I was thinking about cream rolls.”
Before leaving, I suddenly remembered something and called the parlour maid. I handed her the erotic perfume Amit had given me and told her exactly where to apply it before dressing Chavi for tonight’s big match.
Jiju drove me to the pastry shop and parked in a lonely corner. He bought four rum pastries and, of course, cream rolls. I took one between my lips and pressed it into his mouth. He just kissed me. Soon we were hugging, kissing, and biting each other. I was sitting in his lap and his hands had wandered inside my top. His lund was pressing against my ass.
I said, “Kyon Jiju, today it wants to travel on the choti line route?”
He smiled and said, “You read my mind. Yes, why not? It is great fun, especially with someone who has such a sexy ass.”
I giggled and said, “You know, Mom has taught me that there are two types of men — some are boobs men and some are ass men.”
Squeezing my breasts and pushing his lund against my gaand over the jeans, he replied, “And I am both types. Your both assets are so sexy, Rinu. The first time I saw them, I just wanted to fuck you and bugger you while holding your choonchis.”
But he could not turn the dream into reality because some bikers parked their bikes right next to our car. Jiju suggested there were some ruins nearby on the outskirts of the city. I recognised the place. We drove there. Dusk had fallen and there was only dim light. We parked the car in the farthest corner, in the shadow of an old monument.
Now there was no pretence. He was trying to undress me and I was doing the same, but in the confined space of the car we couldn’t enjoy properly. Suddenly Jiju looked at the sugarcane field — lush green, very tall, and dense. The nearest village was five or six kilometres away.
Jiju looked at me and asked, “Hey, are you thinking the same thing as me?”
I said, “Yes. I had heard about it but never tried it there.”
He pulled me out and said, “Let us fill this gap in your experience too.”
We followed a narrow pagdandi. After walking some distance, Jiju took my hand and pulled me inside the field. He had brought a car seat cover and spread it on the ground. He broke a few sugarcane stalks to make space. After removing my dress, I lay down. Jiju placed his jeans under my chootar. I raised my long, slender legs over his shoulders and spread them wide. I took out a tube of KY jelly from my jeans and handed it to him.
Smiling, he coated his supara with it and also spread some on his thumb and index finger. He parted the doors of my greedy, hungry choot and covered it with lube. Then, with my legs spread wide over his broad shoulders, he pushed his lund inside my wet and waiting choot. I was so hot that I pushed my chootar forward too, and his supara went in. I will not say there was no pain, but that was exactly what my choot had been longing for.
Jiju crushed my choonchi with his strong hand. Holding it firmly, he shoved the rest of his lund in one powerful stroke. I responded with a wild push of my chootar, but still a scream almost escaped. I bit my lip hard to stop it. Jiju was rubbing and crushing my breasts, and soon his lips joined the assault. One tit was being sucked, devoured, chewed; the other was being pulled and pinched. His other hand was flirting with my clit.
Soon I was moaning. Although Jiju was not pushing hard yet, my chootar kept rising and I whispered in his ear, “Hey Jiju, please dalo… na chodo na…”
He finally acceded to my request. He pulled his mighty lund almost completely out, captured my lips in a deep kiss, gripped my hips, and shoved it fully inside. He had taken the precaution of silencing my lips with his. Oh, it was real joy, but in spite of being fucked twice, my choot still felt pierced by a sharp weapon. There was sting, but there was also overpowering pleasure. I hugged him, scratched his back with my long nails, and we started chudai in full frenzy.
Soon Jiju changed position. He took my legs off his shoulders, pushed them towards my head almost folding me in half, and started pounding again. He was rotating his lund inside my choot without moving much, while the base rubbed my clit. His hands grabbed my chootar and soon one finger moved to the crack of my ass. It was teasing me there, just playing with my gaand. Suddenly, with full force, he shoved his thumb inside. My virgin gaand was so tight that despite all his might, only the tip entered. But it was enough to hurt. I moved my head sideways, meaning “no, not there.” But Jiju was oblivious. He pulled half his lund out and started fucking me in a slow, powerful rhythm. His one finger was inside my gaand while his other hand pinched my clit, and I became delirious, begging him to do kas kar chudai.
His strokes became faster and more powerful. I almost forgot about the finger in my gaand. In this frenzy the cover under me had been thrown away and now I was lying directly on the earth. I could feel small pieces of dust and some hard bits piercing and rubbing my soft skin and chootar. But they only added to the joy. The force with which Jiju was fucking me was making my body grind against the sugarcane field’s soil.
Soon Jiju withdrew his finger. Only then did I realise its presence. He bit my tit and I bit my lip to stop a scream. Meanwhile he pressed my clit hard and I came again. I too pushed a finger inside the crack of his ass and he exploded. At that moment we heard rustling of leaves. Jiju hurriedly helped me dress and we came out.
Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Jiju told me to bend down and peep. What I saw was beautiful — a young village teen in ghaghra and choli was being fucked by one boy while she was sucking the lund of another. They were totally oblivious to us.
We returned to the car and drove towards the parlour. Jiju squeezed my hand and said, “Hey, you saw that girl?”
I smiled and replied, “Yes, I feel envious. Lucky girl — ek saath do-do lund ka maja. How can she take two together?”
Jiju laughed and said, “Don’t be jealous. I forgot to tell you — Neelu didi’s call came today. She will be joining with her husband, and maybe tomorrow it may be you with two lunds.”
I had taken out his raging lund from his pants and it was still erect. Jiju pinched my chootar. I squeezed his lund and said, “Jiju, it looks like it will not spare your poor saali’s gaand. And although you could not break the seal of my choot, my gaand is still kori.”
Hearing that, his lund jumped in my hand. I squeezed it hard and told him, “Jiju, can you make a promise?”
He said, “Sure, anything for my sexy saali,” and kissed me.
I said, “No, first say ‘yes, I promise.’”
He squeezed my choonchi and said, “Yes, I promise.”
Gripping his lund very hard, I said, “Jiju, I like it, but sometimes it hurts me too. I want that whatever hole you are taking — even if it is my tight virgin gaand where I know it will hurt like hell, even if I scream and beg for mercy, even if you tear and split me, even if I faint — I want all of it.” I touched its base and added, “Right up to this place. It may hurt at that time, but baad mein jo maja milta hai, I cannot tell you.”
As we had to leave in a rush, I felt some semen was still left in Jiju’s lund. I looked at the pastry left in the car and an idea flashed in my mind. I took the pastry in front of his lund and started pumping it hard.
He was flabbergasted. “Hey Rinu, what are you doing?”
I told him it was a known belief that if a woman eats something that has already been “tasted” by someone after her marriage and before her own virginity is taken, she becomes enamoured of that lund and cannot refuse it.
“Now I was pumping vigorously.”
“Oh, so it is for…?” he quizzed.
“Yes, your salhaj, Chavi. Saali and salhaj have equal rights over Jiju.”
“Yes,” he said, and thinking about his salhaj he came in big spurts. I had thought only a few drops might be left, but thick globs of white cum covered the pastry.
Jiju said, “Yes, I must take her too.”
Laughingly I put his lund back in his pants and said, “If you leave her, then you are not a perfect nandoi.”
We had reached the parlour. I enquired about Chavi and they said it would take another 10–15 minutes as she was getting dressed for her suhaag raat. Meanwhile I could get henna done on my hands. I agreed. And what about the perfume? The parlour maid laughed and said it had been applied ten minutes ago.
Soon Chavi came out. She was looking stunning. She was wearing a red passion-coloured lehnga tied well below her navel. Her beautiful feet were coloured with mahavar that was still wet, and she wore silver anklets with a hundred tiny bells. Her choli covered her small but perfect breasts with rich embroidery. There was a chunri over them, but her oomph was clearly visible. Her face was adorned with full bridal makeup. I could see a bulge in Jiju’s pants.
I thanked the parlour maids and we left. But suddenly I remembered something and asked, “Hey, what happened to the kesar kyari?”
She laughed and said, “It is clean now.” Chavi blushed.
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