23-03-2026, 08:12 AM
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When we returned, my henna was still wet, so I sat alone in the back seat and made Chavi sit in the front with Jiju. She too was sitting with her hands extended so her fingernails could dry. She teased me and said, “Didi, where did you go with Nandoi ji?”
I told her Jiju had offered me some good pastries. But Chavi was in a playful mood. She commented, “I thought it would have been something else.” Then she complained to Ravi, “Jiju, you make discrimination between saali and salhaj. You give her so many things but forget your salhaj.”
I told Jiju to offer a pastry to his salhaj. Since Chavi could not use her fingers, she opened her mouth wide. I joked, “Jiju, see how wide salhaj has opened her mouth. Now it is time for you to push it. Dal do na Jiju, ek baar mein salhaj ki…”
Ravi took the pastry and put it in her greedy mouth. Of course it was a mouthful, and only on the second attempt could she gobble the whole rum pastry. When I looked at her, I saw a big glob of cum on her pink lips.
I told her, “Hey Bhabhi, some icing is still on your lips. Why don’t you lick it with your tongue?”
She brought out her silken pink tongue and very erotically licked it. After that she looked in the rear-view mirror and said, “Oh Didi, some pastry is on my cheek. How will I clean it?”
I laughed and said, “What for is your nandoi?” He complained, “But I am driving — my hands are not free.”
I goaded him, “So use your lips and tongue.”
Chavi too offered her gore gore gaal. Jiju not only cleaned it but kept on kissing. I warned him, “Hey, mere bhaiya ke maal pe haath saaf kar rahe ho!”
But Chavi supported Ravi and came to his defence: “Jiski behan ko nahin choda, uski biwi ko bakhsane ka matlab nahin hai.”
We kept teasing each other and soon reached home.
We were slightly late for the “kangan chudana” ceremony (the ritual of untying the knots tied on the hands of the bride and groom). The groom’s bhabhi unties them, and only after that are they granted licence to indulge in fucking. Since everyone knows the meaning, there is a lot of bawdy singing and joking.
Rashmi Bhabhi was ready. She said, “Rinu, khud to chudwane mein lagi rahti ho, yahan bechari Chavi ki koi chinta nahin.”
I giggled and replied, “No Bhabhi, I had taken my young bhabhi to get her ready for exactly that. I know how eagerly she is waiting for it.” I crooned to Chavi, “Sajan se tumhara milan hoga, dulhan thodi dheer dharo.”
Madhu Bhabhi joined in, singing, “Arre kasi choot mein lund hoga, Chavi thodi dheer dharo.”
The ritual was performed. The groom was also brought in. There was a playful game of jua where a ring is thrown in water and both bride and groom try to find it. Of course my bhabhis supported Chavi, so she won all three times. They told the groom he would now have to become a pakka joru ka gulam.
Madhu Bhabhi asked Adi, “Hey, raat ke match ka kahan intezaam kiya hai?”
Adi giggled and said, “There was no room because of so many guests, so it has been arranged in the kitchen. We have put a cot there. I hope Chavi Bhabhi will enjoy it.”
I could see a trace of gloom on Chavi’s face. I told them, “Okay, Jiju and I are taking them to dinner at the Taj. Meanwhile, get everything ready. I think the kitchen is good — there are all kinds of lubricants, so Chavi Bhabhi can choose whether she wants mustard oil, ghee, or even butter. And if she gets tired, she can take some replenishment too.”
Rashmi Bhabhi added mischievously, “And some of the windows cannot be closed, so one can peep and give encouragement.”
(In fact, Jiju and I had booked a bridal suite at the Taj for them, but it was meant to be a surprise.)
Mausi ji rebuked us for teasing Chavi and we left for dinner. I told Mom that my friend Nutan had met me and was complaining, so after dinner I would go to her house and stay there. She said okay but asked me to return early in the morning.
We were allotted a corner table. I left the lovebirds alone and took Jiju away. We went straight to the bridal suite.
It was beautifully decorated with jasmine and roses. The roof was made of solid mirrors and there were huge dressing tables. On the table were two silver glasses filled with milk and herbs, the famous palang-tod paan on a silver tray, and some Madan Modaks in another tray.
Jiju looked around and said, “Rinu, your arrangements are perfect.”
I hugged him, kissed his lips, and asked, “But Jiju, please promise me one thing.”
He looked quizzical, but I insisted, “No, first say ‘Yes, Rinu, I will do it.’ Only then will I tell you.”
I hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. I sat down on the bridal bed and opened his zip. His sleepy monster came out. Without any preliminaries I gulped it between my lips.
Jiju said, “Okay, I promise — whatever you say I will do. And I mean WHATEVER.”
I was sucking his lund greedily. I took it out for a moment and said, “Jiju, please ring your house and tell them you will not be able to come home tonight.”
He looked surprised. “But why…? Anyway, you are going to your friend’s place.”
I pointed to the phone kept next to the bed and said, “Jiju, you promised, so just do it.” I continued sucking him. He made the call and gave some excuse.
Now his lund was a raging monster. I took him to the bathroom where a frilled lacy bra and a sheer, nothing-like lacy pink panty for his salhaj were hanging. I took the panty, wrapped it around his lund, and pumped it. I opened his supara and rubbed it on the part of the panty where Chavi’s choot would rest. I smiled and said, “Jiju, it is a complete totka. After her maidenhead is broken and she wears this panty, her choot will go crazy for your lund. She will develop such strong affection for her nandoi that she will chase you.”
He laughed and said, “Ameen.”
We went out to the waiting couple. They were sitting close to each other. The waiter came with a bottle of wine. Chavi showed some reluctance, but Jiju and I persuaded her and it opened her up further. We all enjoyed dinner with laughter, teasing, and jokes.
I told them to wait there while we ladies went to the powder room. I took Chavi straight to the bridal suite. When she saw it and understood, joy lit up her face.
She said, “But Didi… everybody was saying — even you were saying — that it would be in the kitchen.”
I laughed and replied, “No, how could I choose such a place for my bhabhi?” Then I gave her some final lessons. “It is a night for enjoyment, so go ahead and do it fully. You must raise your legs as high as possible and spread them wide.”
I suddenly remembered and told her, “Oops, I forgot to give you the pill.” I took out the packet from my purse, gave her one with water, and said, “I told you I am your friend. But you must also take care of my brother.”
There was a knock. I opened the door. Jiju had guided his saala, who was also pleased to see the beautiful bridal suite. I told Jiju, “Hey, now we should not delay them any longer, otherwise my bhabhi will curse me.”
Jiju said, “It is 9 p.m. We will come back at 9 a.m. So best of luck — and I mean it.” I laughed and said, “Jiju, I know what you mean, but leave them now.” We closed the door.
I took him to the door of another bridal suite — the Queen Suite — and gave him a letter I had written on a hotel napkin with lipstick. It read:
“Jiju, I want your lund and I want it badly. You can push it, shove it wherever you like. Even if I cry, even if I weep, even if you tear and split me with your massive lund, please do jabardast chudai tonight.
Your sexy saali, Rinu.”
While he was engrossed in reading it, I opened the door and ushered him inside. I bolted the room from inside and hugged him tightly. He was completely nonplussed.
He stammered, “You said… some saheli…”
I giggled and kissed him hard. “Jiju ji, everything is fair in love and war. So for the next twelve hours, do anything and everything with your saali.”
I ordered him to raise his hands. He did. I removed his coat and shirt and hung them. Now it dawned on him. He looked at the bridal bed, the palang-tod paan on the silver tray, the two glasses of milk, and the other condiments.
His response was immediate — he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. I stayed sitting in his lap. I took the special paan (full of aphrodisiacs, known to cause erection for hours and make even a virgin bride go wild) between my lips, rubbed it on his, and slowly pushed it into his mouth. He grabbed the paan, bit my juicy lips, and we kept sucking and chewing it together, exchanging the juices of our mouths. He pushed some of the chewed paan into my mouth, which I lovingly devoured.
His hands were measuring my breasts, which had been hard for some time (I had applied the erotic perfume gifted by Amit on my tits and clit, and they were really engorged). He tore open my choli, flung away my sari, and soon I was sitting in his lap in just my bra and saya. He held my head and kissed me softly on the lips, his fingers playing with my long dark tresses. I responded warmly.
Soon his lips wandered down to my domes of joy. This time, without any delay, they gulped my tit and started sucking greedily. His hands captured the other one. There was a race between his sucking lips and his pulling, pinching fingers — which could give more joy to my aroused tits. He started slowly, kissing and flicking his tongue on my erect nipples. His tongue would travel from the base of my breasts, just flick the tip, and then suddenly gulp it, sucking hard. It grew into deep sucking, biting, chewing, and devouring. His fingers, which had been playing softly, now started pulling and scratching. I was moaning with joy and my other body parts were also demanding attention.
His lips finally left my breasts and continued their downward journey. However, his other hand captured both breasts and now both of them were being crushed and squeezed. His lips, while kissing my flat, fair tummy, found rest in my deep navel. He cleverly, teasingly brushed the portals of my love hole but went further down, soaking my inner thighs with long, deep, lingering kisses. I was floating on clouds.
But soon his fingers joined in, exploring my tunnel of longing. He gripped my mound softly and squeezed it. Now he was lying beside me, his teeth nibbling my earlobes. His fingers stroked the flames of my passion to full intensity. He was caressing and squeezing the petals of my love flower. His fingers invaded my tunnel — first one, then a second. His thumb moved in circles around my clit while his fingers played music on the inner walls of my love hole. At the same time, his other hand was busy with one breast (and of course his lips were devouring the other peak). I was moaning, crying, raising my chootar wildly.
Suddenly his two fingers, doing tap-dance, found my “that” spot and I almost jerked, pushing out my vibrating pussy. I felt an urge like I wanted to urinate, but soon my pelvic area started pulsating. The pads of his fingers started pushing and pressing. I was in frenzy, but slowly he reduced the pressure and pulled out his fingers before I could cross the edge and the volcano could erupt.
Now his lips started playing the music. He placed them directly on my choot, kissing slowly at first, then with full force. He opened his tongue to separate my wet pussy lips. When they parted, he used his thick, twirling tongue to run it up and down between my sensitive, vibrating flesh. My entire body was tingling, my tits erect and breasts rock hard. My eyes were half-closed and I had surrendered all control. His licks moved from one side to the other — sometimes hard and pointed, sometimes broad and soft. He was using his tongue like a painter’s brush to colour new shades of joy.
His tongue, after teasing my “that” spot, came out, but now it was encircling my clit. It was flicking and flirting with my fully engorged, swollen clit. His lips caged the clit while his tongue teased it. I was taking long breaths and my chootar was moving on auto-pilot. He again pierced my cunt with his tongue like a pilum. Now his lips were sucking me softly, then with urgency. They became hungrier and started sucking like a vacuum pump. I was almost there when he stopped.
He raised my chootar. Now his licks went backwards, starting from the end of my choot to the hole of my gaand, and he kissed me there, touching my asshole with the tip of his tongue. My passion ebbed a bit, but soon my clit was again caged by his lips and the sucking started in full gusto. I was crying, moaning, begging. His hands were grasping my chootar very hard, scratching my gaand, and I was almost going mad. But suddenly he left and came between my legs.
Jiju lifted my long, slender legs and put them over his shoulders. His long, erect, raging lund was looking greedily at my choot and my choot almost winked at it. Smiling, I pulled out a bottle of Vaseline from under the pillow and with my fingers coated his cock. He too took some and applied it inside my already wet choot. He made me raise my chootar and placed a few more pillows under it. Now he used his cock to part my young petals and made a slow, teasing entry. It was delirious. His fingers and tongue had already made me wild, and now his supara rubbing on the inner walls of my tunnel of longing made me crave for more and more. To welcome his entry, I thrust my chootar upward. Jiju grabbed my hard choonchi and started crushing it. Holding it firmly, he shoved further and now half of his lund was ensconced in my bur.
Holding my choonchi and smiling at me, he teasingly pulled it out and then, with full force, thrust it with all his power. Vaseline, our foreplay, and arousal notwithstanding, it almost tore my tight cunt. His cock was so massive and huge. I tried to stifle my cry but failed. When I looked up, I almost blushed. In the ceiling mirror of the bridal suite I could see his lund entering my choot, and I was amazed that some of it was still outside. But with the next push it went up to his balls.
My mahavar-coloured feet were rubbing against his cheeks and my silver anklets played beautiful music in tune with every powerful thrust. In the ceiling mirror I could see his hands playing with my domes of joy — climbing to the peaks, adoring them, punishing them, caressing and crushing them. Jiju increased the tempo and now pain had bid adieu and joy had taken over completely. I was moving my chootar to meet every powerful thrust. When his cock was fully inside, its base rubbed my clit. Jiju would grind it against my clit. Now his one hand too had joined in, flirting with my now swollen clit. His lips were sucking, eating my eraser-like big erect tits, while his fingers caressed my labia and teased my clit. His hands and lips moved almost in sync with his lund.
After some time he shifted my legs to my head, almost doubling me up, which further exposed my choot to him. He added a few more pillows below my chootar and, now holding my slender waist, started chudai at full speed. I too was squeezing his lund inside my choot. When I was almost on the verge, my eyes closed and I was moaning, “Haan Jiju… aise… aise hi… aur kas kar… please jor se chodo… aur jor se… chodo… phaad do meri choot… apni Rinu ki saali ki bur…”
He pulled out his lund and I started begging, “Nahin Jiju, please make me cum.” But he stopped. However, he held his cock in his hand and started rotating it inside my choot, and now I was really wild. His cock was rubbing my inner walls and stretching them beyond imagination. To tease me further he inserted his index finger in my mouth. When I had sucked it as if it were his lund, he brought it out and, without preliminaries, shoved it in my asshole. His lund too had started frantic chudai and I could see everything in the mirrors.
Suddenly we heard a scream from the tape recorder behind us. I had reduced the volume, but the scream was too loud and I knew what had happened. I told Jiju, “Aapki salhaj ki phat gayi.”
His response was typical — he increased the tempo of chudai. Now he was lying on me with his broad chest rubbing against my breasts. I had crossed my legs over his hips, guiding his thrusts. My long nails were scratching his back. Chudai had slowed down but we were enjoying this complete intimacy. It went on and on. Jiju left and sat between my thighs without pulling out his cock. My legs were still behind his back, encircling him. Now his hands again attacked my clit and soon I was on the verge of orgasm. This time he continued and it came in waves. However, his powerful chudai continued unabated and soon he came too. His cum flooded my choot and some of it spilled over my thighs.
I told her Jiju had offered me some good pastries. But Chavi was in a playful mood. She commented, “I thought it would have been something else.” Then she complained to Ravi, “Jiju, you make discrimination between saali and salhaj. You give her so many things but forget your salhaj.”
I told Jiju to offer a pastry to his salhaj. Since Chavi could not use her fingers, she opened her mouth wide. I joked, “Jiju, see how wide salhaj has opened her mouth. Now it is time for you to push it. Dal do na Jiju, ek baar mein salhaj ki…”
Ravi took the pastry and put it in her greedy mouth. Of course it was a mouthful, and only on the second attempt could she gobble the whole rum pastry. When I looked at her, I saw a big glob of cum on her pink lips.
I told her, “Hey Bhabhi, some icing is still on your lips. Why don’t you lick it with your tongue?”
She brought out her silken pink tongue and very erotically licked it. After that she looked in the rear-view mirror and said, “Oh Didi, some pastry is on my cheek. How will I clean it?”
I laughed and said, “What for is your nandoi?” He complained, “But I am driving — my hands are not free.”
I goaded him, “So use your lips and tongue.”
Chavi too offered her gore gore gaal. Jiju not only cleaned it but kept on kissing. I warned him, “Hey, mere bhaiya ke maal pe haath saaf kar rahe ho!”
But Chavi supported Ravi and came to his defence: “Jiski behan ko nahin choda, uski biwi ko bakhsane ka matlab nahin hai.”
We kept teasing each other and soon reached home.
We were slightly late for the “kangan chudana” ceremony (the ritual of untying the knots tied on the hands of the bride and groom). The groom’s bhabhi unties them, and only after that are they granted licence to indulge in fucking. Since everyone knows the meaning, there is a lot of bawdy singing and joking.
Rashmi Bhabhi was ready. She said, “Rinu, khud to chudwane mein lagi rahti ho, yahan bechari Chavi ki koi chinta nahin.”
I giggled and replied, “No Bhabhi, I had taken my young bhabhi to get her ready for exactly that. I know how eagerly she is waiting for it.” I crooned to Chavi, “Sajan se tumhara milan hoga, dulhan thodi dheer dharo.”
Madhu Bhabhi joined in, singing, “Arre kasi choot mein lund hoga, Chavi thodi dheer dharo.”
The ritual was performed. The groom was also brought in. There was a playful game of jua where a ring is thrown in water and both bride and groom try to find it. Of course my bhabhis supported Chavi, so she won all three times. They told the groom he would now have to become a pakka joru ka gulam.
Madhu Bhabhi asked Adi, “Hey, raat ke match ka kahan intezaam kiya hai?”
Adi giggled and said, “There was no room because of so many guests, so it has been arranged in the kitchen. We have put a cot there. I hope Chavi Bhabhi will enjoy it.”
I could see a trace of gloom on Chavi’s face. I told them, “Okay, Jiju and I are taking them to dinner at the Taj. Meanwhile, get everything ready. I think the kitchen is good — there are all kinds of lubricants, so Chavi Bhabhi can choose whether she wants mustard oil, ghee, or even butter. And if she gets tired, she can take some replenishment too.”
Rashmi Bhabhi added mischievously, “And some of the windows cannot be closed, so one can peep and give encouragement.”
(In fact, Jiju and I had booked a bridal suite at the Taj for them, but it was meant to be a surprise.)
Mausi ji rebuked us for teasing Chavi and we left for dinner. I told Mom that my friend Nutan had met me and was complaining, so after dinner I would go to her house and stay there. She said okay but asked me to return early in the morning.
We were allotted a corner table. I left the lovebirds alone and took Jiju away. We went straight to the bridal suite.
It was beautifully decorated with jasmine and roses. The roof was made of solid mirrors and there were huge dressing tables. On the table were two silver glasses filled with milk and herbs, the famous palang-tod paan on a silver tray, and some Madan Modaks in another tray.
Jiju looked around and said, “Rinu, your arrangements are perfect.”
I hugged him, kissed his lips, and asked, “But Jiju, please promise me one thing.”
He looked quizzical, but I insisted, “No, first say ‘Yes, Rinu, I will do it.’ Only then will I tell you.”
I hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. I sat down on the bridal bed and opened his zip. His sleepy monster came out. Without any preliminaries I gulped it between my lips.
Jiju said, “Okay, I promise — whatever you say I will do. And I mean WHATEVER.”
I was sucking his lund greedily. I took it out for a moment and said, “Jiju, please ring your house and tell them you will not be able to come home tonight.”
He looked surprised. “But why…? Anyway, you are going to your friend’s place.”
I pointed to the phone kept next to the bed and said, “Jiju, you promised, so just do it.” I continued sucking him. He made the call and gave some excuse.
Now his lund was a raging monster. I took him to the bathroom where a frilled lacy bra and a sheer, nothing-like lacy pink panty for his salhaj were hanging. I took the panty, wrapped it around his lund, and pumped it. I opened his supara and rubbed it on the part of the panty where Chavi’s choot would rest. I smiled and said, “Jiju, it is a complete totka. After her maidenhead is broken and she wears this panty, her choot will go crazy for your lund. She will develop such strong affection for her nandoi that she will chase you.”
He laughed and said, “Ameen.”
We went out to the waiting couple. They were sitting close to each other. The waiter came with a bottle of wine. Chavi showed some reluctance, but Jiju and I persuaded her and it opened her up further. We all enjoyed dinner with laughter, teasing, and jokes.
I told them to wait there while we ladies went to the powder room. I took Chavi straight to the bridal suite. When she saw it and understood, joy lit up her face.
She said, “But Didi… everybody was saying — even you were saying — that it would be in the kitchen.”
I laughed and replied, “No, how could I choose such a place for my bhabhi?” Then I gave her some final lessons. “It is a night for enjoyment, so go ahead and do it fully. You must raise your legs as high as possible and spread them wide.”
I suddenly remembered and told her, “Oops, I forgot to give you the pill.” I took out the packet from my purse, gave her one with water, and said, “I told you I am your friend. But you must also take care of my brother.”
There was a knock. I opened the door. Jiju had guided his saala, who was also pleased to see the beautiful bridal suite. I told Jiju, “Hey, now we should not delay them any longer, otherwise my bhabhi will curse me.”
Jiju said, “It is 9 p.m. We will come back at 9 a.m. So best of luck — and I mean it.” I laughed and said, “Jiju, I know what you mean, but leave them now.” We closed the door.
I took him to the door of another bridal suite — the Queen Suite — and gave him a letter I had written on a hotel napkin with lipstick. It read:
“Jiju, I want your lund and I want it badly. You can push it, shove it wherever you like. Even if I cry, even if I weep, even if you tear and split me with your massive lund, please do jabardast chudai tonight.
Your sexy saali, Rinu.”
While he was engrossed in reading it, I opened the door and ushered him inside. I bolted the room from inside and hugged him tightly. He was completely nonplussed.
He stammered, “You said… some saheli…”
I giggled and kissed him hard. “Jiju ji, everything is fair in love and war. So for the next twelve hours, do anything and everything with your saali.”
I ordered him to raise his hands. He did. I removed his coat and shirt and hung them. Now it dawned on him. He looked at the bridal bed, the palang-tod paan on the silver tray, the two glasses of milk, and the other condiments.
His response was immediate — he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. I stayed sitting in his lap. I took the special paan (full of aphrodisiacs, known to cause erection for hours and make even a virgin bride go wild) between my lips, rubbed it on his, and slowly pushed it into his mouth. He grabbed the paan, bit my juicy lips, and we kept sucking and chewing it together, exchanging the juices of our mouths. He pushed some of the chewed paan into my mouth, which I lovingly devoured.
His hands were measuring my breasts, which had been hard for some time (I had applied the erotic perfume gifted by Amit on my tits and clit, and they were really engorged). He tore open my choli, flung away my sari, and soon I was sitting in his lap in just my bra and saya. He held my head and kissed me softly on the lips, his fingers playing with my long dark tresses. I responded warmly.
Soon his lips wandered down to my domes of joy. This time, without any delay, they gulped my tit and started sucking greedily. His hands captured the other one. There was a race between his sucking lips and his pulling, pinching fingers — which could give more joy to my aroused tits. He started slowly, kissing and flicking his tongue on my erect nipples. His tongue would travel from the base of my breasts, just flick the tip, and then suddenly gulp it, sucking hard. It grew into deep sucking, biting, chewing, and devouring. His fingers, which had been playing softly, now started pulling and scratching. I was moaning with joy and my other body parts were also demanding attention.
His lips finally left my breasts and continued their downward journey. However, his other hand captured both breasts and now both of them were being crushed and squeezed. His lips, while kissing my flat, fair tummy, found rest in my deep navel. He cleverly, teasingly brushed the portals of my love hole but went further down, soaking my inner thighs with long, deep, lingering kisses. I was floating on clouds.
But soon his fingers joined in, exploring my tunnel of longing. He gripped my mound softly and squeezed it. Now he was lying beside me, his teeth nibbling my earlobes. His fingers stroked the flames of my passion to full intensity. He was caressing and squeezing the petals of my love flower. His fingers invaded my tunnel — first one, then a second. His thumb moved in circles around my clit while his fingers played music on the inner walls of my love hole. At the same time, his other hand was busy with one breast (and of course his lips were devouring the other peak). I was moaning, crying, raising my chootar wildly.
Suddenly his two fingers, doing tap-dance, found my “that” spot and I almost jerked, pushing out my vibrating pussy. I felt an urge like I wanted to urinate, but soon my pelvic area started pulsating. The pads of his fingers started pushing and pressing. I was in frenzy, but slowly he reduced the pressure and pulled out his fingers before I could cross the edge and the volcano could erupt.
Now his lips started playing the music. He placed them directly on my choot, kissing slowly at first, then with full force. He opened his tongue to separate my wet pussy lips. When they parted, he used his thick, twirling tongue to run it up and down between my sensitive, vibrating flesh. My entire body was tingling, my tits erect and breasts rock hard. My eyes were half-closed and I had surrendered all control. His licks moved from one side to the other — sometimes hard and pointed, sometimes broad and soft. He was using his tongue like a painter’s brush to colour new shades of joy.
His tongue, after teasing my “that” spot, came out, but now it was encircling my clit. It was flicking and flirting with my fully engorged, swollen clit. His lips caged the clit while his tongue teased it. I was taking long breaths and my chootar was moving on auto-pilot. He again pierced my cunt with his tongue like a pilum. Now his lips were sucking me softly, then with urgency. They became hungrier and started sucking like a vacuum pump. I was almost there when he stopped.
He raised my chootar. Now his licks went backwards, starting from the end of my choot to the hole of my gaand, and he kissed me there, touching my asshole with the tip of his tongue. My passion ebbed a bit, but soon my clit was again caged by his lips and the sucking started in full gusto. I was crying, moaning, begging. His hands were grasping my chootar very hard, scratching my gaand, and I was almost going mad. But suddenly he left and came between my legs.
Jiju lifted my long, slender legs and put them over his shoulders. His long, erect, raging lund was looking greedily at my choot and my choot almost winked at it. Smiling, I pulled out a bottle of Vaseline from under the pillow and with my fingers coated his cock. He too took some and applied it inside my already wet choot. He made me raise my chootar and placed a few more pillows under it. Now he used his cock to part my young petals and made a slow, teasing entry. It was delirious. His fingers and tongue had already made me wild, and now his supara rubbing on the inner walls of my tunnel of longing made me crave for more and more. To welcome his entry, I thrust my chootar upward. Jiju grabbed my hard choonchi and started crushing it. Holding it firmly, he shoved further and now half of his lund was ensconced in my bur.
Holding my choonchi and smiling at me, he teasingly pulled it out and then, with full force, thrust it with all his power. Vaseline, our foreplay, and arousal notwithstanding, it almost tore my tight cunt. His cock was so massive and huge. I tried to stifle my cry but failed. When I looked up, I almost blushed. In the ceiling mirror of the bridal suite I could see his lund entering my choot, and I was amazed that some of it was still outside. But with the next push it went up to his balls.
My mahavar-coloured feet were rubbing against his cheeks and my silver anklets played beautiful music in tune with every powerful thrust. In the ceiling mirror I could see his hands playing with my domes of joy — climbing to the peaks, adoring them, punishing them, caressing and crushing them. Jiju increased the tempo and now pain had bid adieu and joy had taken over completely. I was moving my chootar to meet every powerful thrust. When his cock was fully inside, its base rubbed my clit. Jiju would grind it against my clit. Now his one hand too had joined in, flirting with my now swollen clit. His lips were sucking, eating my eraser-like big erect tits, while his fingers caressed my labia and teased my clit. His hands and lips moved almost in sync with his lund.
After some time he shifted my legs to my head, almost doubling me up, which further exposed my choot to him. He added a few more pillows below my chootar and, now holding my slender waist, started chudai at full speed. I too was squeezing his lund inside my choot. When I was almost on the verge, my eyes closed and I was moaning, “Haan Jiju… aise… aise hi… aur kas kar… please jor se chodo… aur jor se… chodo… phaad do meri choot… apni Rinu ki saali ki bur…”
He pulled out his lund and I started begging, “Nahin Jiju, please make me cum.” But he stopped. However, he held his cock in his hand and started rotating it inside my choot, and now I was really wild. His cock was rubbing my inner walls and stretching them beyond imagination. To tease me further he inserted his index finger in my mouth. When I had sucked it as if it were his lund, he brought it out and, without preliminaries, shoved it in my asshole. His lund too had started frantic chudai and I could see everything in the mirrors.
Suddenly we heard a scream from the tape recorder behind us. I had reduced the volume, but the scream was too loud and I knew what had happened. I told Jiju, “Aapki salhaj ki phat gayi.”
His response was typical — he increased the tempo of chudai. Now he was lying on me with his broad chest rubbing against my breasts. I had crossed my legs over his hips, guiding his thrusts. My long nails were scratching his back. Chudai had slowed down but we were enjoying this complete intimacy. It went on and on. Jiju left and sat between my thighs without pulling out his cock. My legs were still behind his back, encircling him. Now his hands again attacked my clit and soon I was on the verge of orgasm. This time he continued and it came in waves. However, his powerful chudai continued unabated and soon he came too. His cum flooded my choot and some of it spilled over my thighs.
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