24-03-2026, 12:00 PM
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For some time we lay just like that. He slowly pulled out his lund, which was still semi-erect, and lay down beside me. We increased the volume of the sound coming from the next room. Chavi was complaining that it was hurting, and soon there were sounds of kissing and licking.
We too started kissing while watching ourselves in the mirror. Jiju’s lund began stirring again. I took it in my henna-coloured hands and started caressing it lovingly. Jiju wanted to get up, but I told him to just lie down — it was time for his saali to serve her Jiju.
I moved and sat astride him. He tried to hold my choonchis, but I gently put his hands back on the bed. I kissed his lips fleetingly, then suddenly gulped his cheek and bit him hard. My hands brushed against his chest, titillating his nipples. My lips travelled downward and I gently nibbled his tits. But it was only for a moment. My long tresses started caressing his chest, and when I sat between his thighs, it was my long dark hair that first kissed Jiju’s majestic lund.
I had been dreaming of this for a long time, and now it was time to turn fantasy into reality. After teasing his furious and angry lund for some time, I pulled my hair back over my shoulder and looked at Jiju, who was breathing heavily. I smiled at him, softly grabbed his lund, and brought it to my cheeks, caressing them with it. This made me very hot too; my nipples were steel-hard.
I used my breasts to grab his lund and started rubbing it slowly. My fingers fondled his balls while my nails traced from the base of his supara all the way to his balls. Once my adventurous fingers went further and teasingly touched his asshole too. Jiju tried to sit up, but I kept him lying down.
Now I rose slightly and started rubbing my cunt with the tip of his cock. It was too much for him. I would touch it, rub it, and then lift away. He began moaning, “Arre Rinu, please fuck… fuck… push it in.”
I parted my labia with my fingers and shoved down hard. In one gulp, my greedy choot took the supara of his lund. I tried hard, but it was difficult to take more. I looked at him pleadingly. He immediately caught my slender waist and pulled me down with full force. I too pushed downward, and slowly almost his entire lund slid inside.
He bent his knees so my back was supported. Slowly I started fucking him. I would go down, teasingly offer my choonchis to him, and when he tried to suck them, I would move away. I taunted him, “Hey, are you thinking about Gita’s choonchis?”
He laughed and said, “No, they are much smaller.”
I laughed too and said, “Okay, then your Mom’s — they are bigger, like mine.” He grabbed my tits hard, bit them, and abused me lovingly, “Chinar saali!”
I rubbed my breasts against his cheeks and squeezed his lund inside my choot. Soon we could hear the music of silver anklets from the next room, and we both knew that Chavi’s second round of chudai had started. It brought so much josh to Jiju that he held my waist firmly and started moving me up and down. I too joined in the furious pace.
I knew that once we came this time, it would take a while before the next round. Now Jiju was controlling the pace. He sat up and we continued chudai in a sitting position. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging down, and I was sitting in his lap with his lund deep inside my choot. He was holding, crushing, and squeezing my mast joban while I moved my choot over his lund.
I saw the silver glass full of milk on the table and picked it up. While squeezing his lund inside my choot, I offered it to him. He took a sip and made me drink too. He pinched my joban and said, “I would like to drink from here.” I offered my tits to him. “But for that you will have to make me gabhin (pregnant),” I said.
He quizzed, “Do you mean it?”
Shoving my choonchi into his mouth, I replied, “Yes. Next time when we meet, I will make sure I am without pills and stay for some time. Although I know one chudai by you and I will become gabhin. And after nine months, from one choonchi I will offer milk to your son, and from the other choonchi you can drink.”
This aroused him so much that he made me lie down on the edge of the bed. After finishing the milk, he raised my legs, spread them wide, and shoved his mighty lund in one powerful thrust. My choot started vibrating. He poured some milk from my glass over my boobs and started licking it. I crossed my legs over his chootar and started pressing him closer. He would pull his lund almost fully out and then shove it back in with full force. After some thrusts he would start fucking furiously. I was moaning, my eyes closed, responding by pushing my chootar, squeezing my choot, and pressing my legs against his ass. He was stroking my clit and pinched it, which triggered an exploding orgasm. He too joined me in climax.
This time when he came, he pulled out his lund and splashed my choonchis with his cum.
The herb-filled milk ensured we were not tired even after two rounds of frantic chudai. We lay next to each other, talking softly. There was a TV in the room and a VCD player too.
Jiju said, “I wish I had brought some hot movies.”
I bowed before him playfully and said, “Jo hukum, mere aaka.” I gave him the remote. As he switched it on, there was already an XXX CD in the player and it started playing.
It showed a boy and a girl. Soon things became hot. She was sucking his huge cock (just like Jiju’s), and then she was bent over and fucking started. But within a few minutes he withdrew and shoved it into her gaand. It looked almost impossible. She cried and cried, but without pausing he pushed deeper. Soon she was enjoying it; her face was smiling and she was cooing, “Hey, fuck my ass… fuck my ass.”
As if that was not enough, another man joined and she started sucking him. I was sitting in Jiju’s lap, his now hard lund rubbing against my wet choot. His hands were softly playing with my tits. Now on TV both men were fucking her simultaneously — one cock in her ass and the other in her choot.
I grabbed Jiju’s cock and said, “Hey, how can she take it in her gaand and choot together?”
Jiju pinched my tits and replied, “Rinu, maybe you will be that girl in the picture within the next 24 hours, and I and Neelu’s husband can be the boys.”
Jiju suggested we shift to the big sofa so we could watch the TV more closely. He was sporting a huge erection. He opened the fridge, brought a bottle of drinks and an ice tray. I made a glass and brought it to him. He made me drink too.
There were so many things happening on TV. Both men, when they came, came on the girl’s face. Then one woman did it with three men, and the last scene was stunning — a teen in a college dress (she looked almost like Adi). Her teacher made her sit in his lap, lifted her skirt, and spanked her with a paddle until her ass was sore with red welts. Now her tight gaand was spread and, without using any lube, a man shoved his huge lund inside her ass.
Looking at it, I could see Jiju’s lund become wild. He made me lie down on the sofa. He started kissing and sucking my choonchis while his hands parted my choot. His two fingers went inside and started teasing me, searching for my “that” spot. He picked up a few ice cubes and started sucking them. Of course his eyes were fixed on the TV where that teen was being buggered. With the cubes he came down to my tits and gulped one. The ice cubes rubbed my tits while he scratched my choonchis hard. His mouth, still cold from the cubes, moved down to my choot. He sucked me hard, rubbing the ice on my clit. I felt as if I was being electrocuted.
He took out the cubes, put them in my mouth, and rubbed his cold tongue against mine. I had become so hot that I was begging him to fuck me anywhere, in any position.
He made me go on all fours on the floor and coated his lund with Vaseline. I was afraid he was going to pound my gaand. But holding my choonchis, in one thrust he pushed almost his entire lund into my choot. I moaned and squeezed his lund inside my choot with great joy. I thought my gaand had been saved.
But it was not to be. Soon his two fingers, covered with Vaseline, made an entry into my rear hole, and even that was painful. He kept moving them sideways and in and out. When his lund went inside my choot, his fingers would come out, and when his lund came out, his fingers would go in. Soon my gaand got used to his fingers.
He had increased the tempo of his chudai and my choot was enjoying it. He was grabbing and squeezing my choonchis and doing jabardast chudai while I goaded him, “Haan haan Jiju, aise hi… khub kas kar chodo… ragad kar phaad dalo meri bur.”
He pulled out his lund and fingers. Soon his supara was trying to make an entry into my gaand. But the resistance of my sphincter was too much. He parted my asshole and tried to push; a little entry took place, but beyond that it was hard. He used his fingers to spread my gaand and got his supara trapped. It caused a burning sensation. But that was nothing. He left my choonchis, held my hips with full force, and pushed. My sphincter gave way. His supara entered inside my gaand and I felt as if a hot burning iron rod had been shoved inside me — as if a thousand ants were biting me. I screamed, but no sound came out.
Jiju, being my Jiju, took a laddu — a Madan Modak — kept on the table and put it inside my mouth. (I recalled when my mom had done something similar — when I went to the goldsmith to get my ears pierced and screamed, she put a laddu in my mouth and told the smith to be brutal and ensure proper piercing.)
My sound was stifled, but not the pain. My body was tense, but Jiju kept pushing relentlessly and almost half of his lund was inside. He could feel the tension in me and asked whether he should continue or stop for some time. I nodded my head sideways. He asked again and I nodded yes. I was moving my hips violently. He stopped. He shifted his attention to my choot and choonchis. Soon his fingers were fucking my choot mercilessly while he pinched and pulled my clit and tits. My body responded. I had finished the Modak in my mouth and wiggled my gaand. He asked, “Rinu, main tumhari gaand maarna chahta hoon, bolo.”
I smiled weakly and said, “Jiju, I had already told you.” He recalled our earlier conversation. Now nothing could stop him. He rammed his lund and soon, although I felt as if I was being torn and split, my gaand was aching and I was screaming slowly, biting my lips. Jiju was caressing my back and soon I relaxed. I started enjoying the feeling of my gaand being stretched. Jiju stopped with his entire lund deep inside my gaand, stretching it. He let me get used to the feeling and I was surprised — I was enjoying it. He started butt-fucking me very slowly. Soon I had blended my body movements with his. I was moving my gaand, wiggling my chootar, and even teasing Jiju. Soon he increased his speed; he would bring it almost fully out and then ram it back in. The pain had not fully vanished, but when I looked into the dressing table mirror I could not believe my eyes. His fully engorged, thick lund was coming out of my tight, ex-virgin gaand, and when it was almost out, Jiju would suddenly shove it fully back in. I looked at Jiju’s face — it was sheer joy, a brute pleasure in fucking the kori gaand of his saali. That doubled my own joy. I pushed my ass towards him, asking him to fuck my ass, fuck it hard and deep.
Jiju held my chootar and pushed deep. My face was now on the sofa. Soon he was squeezing my choonchis and holding them while doing a hard fucking of my ass. It was being pulverised and I was enjoying every moment. It was the third time, so I knew Jiju would take a long time to come. After some time we shifted to the bed. Jiju made me sit on his lap, but this time his lund went inside my gaand. Now I was pushing myself, shoving my gaand onto his lund. We were thoroughly enjoying it. I learned the joy of anal sex.
He made me lie on the bed, raised my legs, put pillows under my chootar so high that his lund could easily attack my gaand, and started a fresh round. It was a slow start that quickly picked up speed. He kept fucking my gaand for almost 15-20 minutes. His fingers were fucking my choot. I must have come two or three times before he finally came and flooded my gaand. He pulled out and pumped what was left onto my cheeks.
He went and cleaned himself. I increased the volume and heard Chavi complaining that her cunt was aching and he had already done it twice. When Jiju came back, he too joined in listening. I put a blanket over us and we hugged each other. It appeared that Chavi had succumbed to the demands and her third round of chudai had started. Jiju hugged me hard and I too gripped his lund. It was hard as usual. I extended my legs over his waist and now his lund was hitting at the doors of my choot. This time we showed no urgency. He was softly cupping my boobs and I was kissing him. We were just enjoying, listening to the sounds of anklets, moaning, and kissing. Jiju tried to push his lund in that position and I helped him by guiding it. Soon we were cuddling and hugging, and I was enjoying the feel of his thick lund inside me. We were cradling each other. We lost all sense of time. There was no urgency and no pressure of performance. We just blended as if two ragas had merged in a jugalbandi. We could hear Chavi’s chudai getting finished, but we continued. Our hips moved in unison and when we came, we still kept hugging with his lund deeply embedded inside my choot. My arms were wrapped around him and my legs crossed over him. We dozed off. The sleep was beautiful, although short.
When I woke up, Jiju’s lund was still inside my choot and he hugged me again. I kissed him and, as if in reaction, his lund stirred and started moving in and out. I had heard about somnambulists, but fucking in sleep was new. I responded warmly, moving my hips and squeezing his lund inside my choot. His hands, as if in sleep, were cupping and caressing my boobs. I too hugged him hard, but soon he was fully awake and then I realised my mistake of waking up a sleeping lion. He came over me and started doing chudai in full fury. After some rest he had regained his energy and I was enjoying the frenzy and force of his fucking. He must have taken almost 30-40 minutes before he came.
Dawn had come and rays of sun were peeping from behind the curtains. I put the tea kettle on and went to the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when Jiju came in with urgency. His boner was rock hard, as if he had seen Gita, his sister, nude in a dream. He begged me, “Rinu, please get out of the bathroom.”
I asked, “Hey, I’m brushing my teeth. I will take just a few minutes. What is the problem?”
He was pleading, “Please, I have to pee.”
Now it was time for me to giggle. I said, “Go ahead, Jiju, do it. I will not stop you.”
He said no, he would not be able to do it — he felt shy. I laughed, “Arre Jiju, saari raat ragad kar choda aur ab sharma rahe ho? Okay, you do it and I promise I will not look at you.”
He went to the toilet and I could hear the sound. I was keeping my promise and did not look towards him. But suddenly I realised I could see him in the mirror. I decided it was not breaking the promise — I was looking at my own face, and if he appeared in the mirror, it was not my fault. His massive cock was the first thing to catch my attention. A straight stream was coming out. When I looked at his face, his eyes were closed.
I could not control myself. I went on tiptoes and hugged him from behind. My choonchis were rubbing against his back, my hard nipples piercing him. I pinched his nipples and started rubbing my choot on his ass as if I was fucking Jiju’s gaand. I also held his lund. He opened his eyes but I squeezed his lund and said sternly, “Ravi, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Forget your young days when Mom used to hold your teeny-weeny chunni and make you do su-su. But for that it would not have developed into such a handsome lund.”
The flow had just ebbed and I drew him towards the bathtub. He was resisting, “Hey, I have not yet finished…” but I cut him short, “Listen to Mom.” He was confused. I took his supara in my mouth. His resistance was weak, but he was still protesting, “No, let me clean it first.” I used a sterner tone and said, “Ravi, let Mom clean it.”
I opened his supara. It was pink and hot. I scratched it with my nails and he ouched. My nails went to the base of his lund and started rubbing upward to his pee hole to ensure that if anything was trapped, it would come out. Now he had closed his eyes again, surrendering himself to me. I licked his supara and pressed it with my fingers around his pee hole and it opened its eye. I probed it with the tip of my tongue. He was quivering, but my tongue was demanding. Soon it gulped his supara and I started sucking him.
I had taken only his supara and my tongue was teasing and twirling. My henna-painted hands were rubbing and squeezing his shaft and went down to his balls to fondle them. I took out his supara and then my lips started licking his shaft. I would kiss right up to the base, even take one ball and start sucking it, and then return to his cock. This time half of his lund was between my lips. My tongue was rubbing the underside, my mouth was full, and my cheeks were bulging. I was sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Jiju was in the mood now. He was holding my head and pushing, shoving his lund very hard. I squeezed his shaft and some pre-cum came out. It was tasty. Now Jiju was playing with my boobs and making me take almost his full lund. His lund was overflowing and rubbing against my cheek walls and tongue. When I realised I could not take any further, Jiju would tease and goad me, push me, and I would take some more. My jaws were aching. I would slide my lips back up to the tip of his cock and flick my tongue against it. I was twisting my head from side to side, up and down, and around and around, making sure my moist lips stayed in contact with Jiju’s ridge as they slid around. I kept sucking on it, sometimes gently, sometimes hard, working on the corona. I would know when he was becoming too hot — I would pull out, but my hands would keep the pressure and I would start sucking only the supara. Sometimes I would just take it in my mouth and push my face over it. Soon I gripped the base of his cock and started sucking hard and frantically. Jiju too was pushing it in frenzy. My fingers, which were fondling his balls, moved to his gaand and located his rear hole. I brought my fingers back to my lips, salivated them, showed them to Jiju, and inserted them in one push into his gaand. Now my two fingers were moving inside his gaand and my mouth was sucking his lund very hard. My cheeks were bulging and I could feel his massive lund touching the base of my throat. He was on the verge and suddenly I pushed my fingers deeper into his asshole, pressurising his “that” point, and he exploded in my mouth. He started cumming. He wanted to pull out but I kept pressing and squeezing, and he flooded my mouth. Some of it spilled over my breasts, but I collected it and licked it too.
Jiju asked, “Hey Rinu, did you gulp the entire cum?”
I said, laughing, “No,” and showed him some still on my lips.
We went back to the room and I poured tea. He asked, “Rinu, will you not brush again?”
I told him, “Jiju, I want this taste to linger and do not want to spoil it.”
We got ready fast as it was already 9 a.m. and we had to wake the lovebirds.
We too started kissing while watching ourselves in the mirror. Jiju’s lund began stirring again. I took it in my henna-coloured hands and started caressing it lovingly. Jiju wanted to get up, but I told him to just lie down — it was time for his saali to serve her Jiju.
I moved and sat astride him. He tried to hold my choonchis, but I gently put his hands back on the bed. I kissed his lips fleetingly, then suddenly gulped his cheek and bit him hard. My hands brushed against his chest, titillating his nipples. My lips travelled downward and I gently nibbled his tits. But it was only for a moment. My long tresses started caressing his chest, and when I sat between his thighs, it was my long dark hair that first kissed Jiju’s majestic lund.
I had been dreaming of this for a long time, and now it was time to turn fantasy into reality. After teasing his furious and angry lund for some time, I pulled my hair back over my shoulder and looked at Jiju, who was breathing heavily. I smiled at him, softly grabbed his lund, and brought it to my cheeks, caressing them with it. This made me very hot too; my nipples were steel-hard.
I used my breasts to grab his lund and started rubbing it slowly. My fingers fondled his balls while my nails traced from the base of his supara all the way to his balls. Once my adventurous fingers went further and teasingly touched his asshole too. Jiju tried to sit up, but I kept him lying down.
Now I rose slightly and started rubbing my cunt with the tip of his cock. It was too much for him. I would touch it, rub it, and then lift away. He began moaning, “Arre Rinu, please fuck… fuck… push it in.”
I parted my labia with my fingers and shoved down hard. In one gulp, my greedy choot took the supara of his lund. I tried hard, but it was difficult to take more. I looked at him pleadingly. He immediately caught my slender waist and pulled me down with full force. I too pushed downward, and slowly almost his entire lund slid inside.
He bent his knees so my back was supported. Slowly I started fucking him. I would go down, teasingly offer my choonchis to him, and when he tried to suck them, I would move away. I taunted him, “Hey, are you thinking about Gita’s choonchis?”
He laughed and said, “No, they are much smaller.”
I laughed too and said, “Okay, then your Mom’s — they are bigger, like mine.” He grabbed my tits hard, bit them, and abused me lovingly, “Chinar saali!”
I rubbed my breasts against his cheeks and squeezed his lund inside my choot. Soon we could hear the music of silver anklets from the next room, and we both knew that Chavi’s second round of chudai had started. It brought so much josh to Jiju that he held my waist firmly and started moving me up and down. I too joined in the furious pace.
I knew that once we came this time, it would take a while before the next round. Now Jiju was controlling the pace. He sat up and we continued chudai in a sitting position. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging down, and I was sitting in his lap with his lund deep inside my choot. He was holding, crushing, and squeezing my mast joban while I moved my choot over his lund.
I saw the silver glass full of milk on the table and picked it up. While squeezing his lund inside my choot, I offered it to him. He took a sip and made me drink too. He pinched my joban and said, “I would like to drink from here.” I offered my tits to him. “But for that you will have to make me gabhin (pregnant),” I said.
He quizzed, “Do you mean it?”
Shoving my choonchi into his mouth, I replied, “Yes. Next time when we meet, I will make sure I am without pills and stay for some time. Although I know one chudai by you and I will become gabhin. And after nine months, from one choonchi I will offer milk to your son, and from the other choonchi you can drink.”
This aroused him so much that he made me lie down on the edge of the bed. After finishing the milk, he raised my legs, spread them wide, and shoved his mighty lund in one powerful thrust. My choot started vibrating. He poured some milk from my glass over my boobs and started licking it. I crossed my legs over his chootar and started pressing him closer. He would pull his lund almost fully out and then shove it back in with full force. After some thrusts he would start fucking furiously. I was moaning, my eyes closed, responding by pushing my chootar, squeezing my choot, and pressing my legs against his ass. He was stroking my clit and pinched it, which triggered an exploding orgasm. He too joined me in climax.
This time when he came, he pulled out his lund and splashed my choonchis with his cum.
The herb-filled milk ensured we were not tired even after two rounds of frantic chudai. We lay next to each other, talking softly. There was a TV in the room and a VCD player too.
Jiju said, “I wish I had brought some hot movies.”
I bowed before him playfully and said, “Jo hukum, mere aaka.” I gave him the remote. As he switched it on, there was already an XXX CD in the player and it started playing.
It showed a boy and a girl. Soon things became hot. She was sucking his huge cock (just like Jiju’s), and then she was bent over and fucking started. But within a few minutes he withdrew and shoved it into her gaand. It looked almost impossible. She cried and cried, but without pausing he pushed deeper. Soon she was enjoying it; her face was smiling and she was cooing, “Hey, fuck my ass… fuck my ass.”
As if that was not enough, another man joined and she started sucking him. I was sitting in Jiju’s lap, his now hard lund rubbing against my wet choot. His hands were softly playing with my tits. Now on TV both men were fucking her simultaneously — one cock in her ass and the other in her choot.
I grabbed Jiju’s cock and said, “Hey, how can she take it in her gaand and choot together?”
Jiju pinched my tits and replied, “Rinu, maybe you will be that girl in the picture within the next 24 hours, and I and Neelu’s husband can be the boys.”
Jiju suggested we shift to the big sofa so we could watch the TV more closely. He was sporting a huge erection. He opened the fridge, brought a bottle of drinks and an ice tray. I made a glass and brought it to him. He made me drink too.
There were so many things happening on TV. Both men, when they came, came on the girl’s face. Then one woman did it with three men, and the last scene was stunning — a teen in a college dress (she looked almost like Adi). Her teacher made her sit in his lap, lifted her skirt, and spanked her with a paddle until her ass was sore with red welts. Now her tight gaand was spread and, without using any lube, a man shoved his huge lund inside her ass.
Looking at it, I could see Jiju’s lund become wild. He made me lie down on the sofa. He started kissing and sucking my choonchis while his hands parted my choot. His two fingers went inside and started teasing me, searching for my “that” spot. He picked up a few ice cubes and started sucking them. Of course his eyes were fixed on the TV where that teen was being buggered. With the cubes he came down to my tits and gulped one. The ice cubes rubbed my tits while he scratched my choonchis hard. His mouth, still cold from the cubes, moved down to my choot. He sucked me hard, rubbing the ice on my clit. I felt as if I was being electrocuted.
He took out the cubes, put them in my mouth, and rubbed his cold tongue against mine. I had become so hot that I was begging him to fuck me anywhere, in any position.
He made me go on all fours on the floor and coated his lund with Vaseline. I was afraid he was going to pound my gaand. But holding my choonchis, in one thrust he pushed almost his entire lund into my choot. I moaned and squeezed his lund inside my choot with great joy. I thought my gaand had been saved.
But it was not to be. Soon his two fingers, covered with Vaseline, made an entry into my rear hole, and even that was painful. He kept moving them sideways and in and out. When his lund went inside my choot, his fingers would come out, and when his lund came out, his fingers would go in. Soon my gaand got used to his fingers.
He had increased the tempo of his chudai and my choot was enjoying it. He was grabbing and squeezing my choonchis and doing jabardast chudai while I goaded him, “Haan haan Jiju, aise hi… khub kas kar chodo… ragad kar phaad dalo meri bur.”
He pulled out his lund and fingers. Soon his supara was trying to make an entry into my gaand. But the resistance of my sphincter was too much. He parted my asshole and tried to push; a little entry took place, but beyond that it was hard. He used his fingers to spread my gaand and got his supara trapped. It caused a burning sensation. But that was nothing. He left my choonchis, held my hips with full force, and pushed. My sphincter gave way. His supara entered inside my gaand and I felt as if a hot burning iron rod had been shoved inside me — as if a thousand ants were biting me. I screamed, but no sound came out.
Jiju, being my Jiju, took a laddu — a Madan Modak — kept on the table and put it inside my mouth. (I recalled when my mom had done something similar — when I went to the goldsmith to get my ears pierced and screamed, she put a laddu in my mouth and told the smith to be brutal and ensure proper piercing.)
My sound was stifled, but not the pain. My body was tense, but Jiju kept pushing relentlessly and almost half of his lund was inside. He could feel the tension in me and asked whether he should continue or stop for some time. I nodded my head sideways. He asked again and I nodded yes. I was moving my hips violently. He stopped. He shifted his attention to my choot and choonchis. Soon his fingers were fucking my choot mercilessly while he pinched and pulled my clit and tits. My body responded. I had finished the Modak in my mouth and wiggled my gaand. He asked, “Rinu, main tumhari gaand maarna chahta hoon, bolo.”
I smiled weakly and said, “Jiju, I had already told you.” He recalled our earlier conversation. Now nothing could stop him. He rammed his lund and soon, although I felt as if I was being torn and split, my gaand was aching and I was screaming slowly, biting my lips. Jiju was caressing my back and soon I relaxed. I started enjoying the feeling of my gaand being stretched. Jiju stopped with his entire lund deep inside my gaand, stretching it. He let me get used to the feeling and I was surprised — I was enjoying it. He started butt-fucking me very slowly. Soon I had blended my body movements with his. I was moving my gaand, wiggling my chootar, and even teasing Jiju. Soon he increased his speed; he would bring it almost fully out and then ram it back in. The pain had not fully vanished, but when I looked into the dressing table mirror I could not believe my eyes. His fully engorged, thick lund was coming out of my tight, ex-virgin gaand, and when it was almost out, Jiju would suddenly shove it fully back in. I looked at Jiju’s face — it was sheer joy, a brute pleasure in fucking the kori gaand of his saali. That doubled my own joy. I pushed my ass towards him, asking him to fuck my ass, fuck it hard and deep.
Jiju held my chootar and pushed deep. My face was now on the sofa. Soon he was squeezing my choonchis and holding them while doing a hard fucking of my ass. It was being pulverised and I was enjoying every moment. It was the third time, so I knew Jiju would take a long time to come. After some time we shifted to the bed. Jiju made me sit on his lap, but this time his lund went inside my gaand. Now I was pushing myself, shoving my gaand onto his lund. We were thoroughly enjoying it. I learned the joy of anal sex.
He made me lie on the bed, raised my legs, put pillows under my chootar so high that his lund could easily attack my gaand, and started a fresh round. It was a slow start that quickly picked up speed. He kept fucking my gaand for almost 15-20 minutes. His fingers were fucking my choot. I must have come two or three times before he finally came and flooded my gaand. He pulled out and pumped what was left onto my cheeks.
He went and cleaned himself. I increased the volume and heard Chavi complaining that her cunt was aching and he had already done it twice. When Jiju came back, he too joined in listening. I put a blanket over us and we hugged each other. It appeared that Chavi had succumbed to the demands and her third round of chudai had started. Jiju hugged me hard and I too gripped his lund. It was hard as usual. I extended my legs over his waist and now his lund was hitting at the doors of my choot. This time we showed no urgency. He was softly cupping my boobs and I was kissing him. We were just enjoying, listening to the sounds of anklets, moaning, and kissing. Jiju tried to push his lund in that position and I helped him by guiding it. Soon we were cuddling and hugging, and I was enjoying the feel of his thick lund inside me. We were cradling each other. We lost all sense of time. There was no urgency and no pressure of performance. We just blended as if two ragas had merged in a jugalbandi. We could hear Chavi’s chudai getting finished, but we continued. Our hips moved in unison and when we came, we still kept hugging with his lund deeply embedded inside my choot. My arms were wrapped around him and my legs crossed over him. We dozed off. The sleep was beautiful, although short.
When I woke up, Jiju’s lund was still inside my choot and he hugged me again. I kissed him and, as if in reaction, his lund stirred and started moving in and out. I had heard about somnambulists, but fucking in sleep was new. I responded warmly, moving my hips and squeezing his lund inside my choot. His hands, as if in sleep, were cupping and caressing my boobs. I too hugged him hard, but soon he was fully awake and then I realised my mistake of waking up a sleeping lion. He came over me and started doing chudai in full fury. After some rest he had regained his energy and I was enjoying the frenzy and force of his fucking. He must have taken almost 30-40 minutes before he came.
Dawn had come and rays of sun were peeping from behind the curtains. I put the tea kettle on and went to the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when Jiju came in with urgency. His boner was rock hard, as if he had seen Gita, his sister, nude in a dream. He begged me, “Rinu, please get out of the bathroom.”
I asked, “Hey, I’m brushing my teeth. I will take just a few minutes. What is the problem?”
He was pleading, “Please, I have to pee.”
Now it was time for me to giggle. I said, “Go ahead, Jiju, do it. I will not stop you.”
He said no, he would not be able to do it — he felt shy. I laughed, “Arre Jiju, saari raat ragad kar choda aur ab sharma rahe ho? Okay, you do it and I promise I will not look at you.”
He went to the toilet and I could hear the sound. I was keeping my promise and did not look towards him. But suddenly I realised I could see him in the mirror. I decided it was not breaking the promise — I was looking at my own face, and if he appeared in the mirror, it was not my fault. His massive cock was the first thing to catch my attention. A straight stream was coming out. When I looked at his face, his eyes were closed.
I could not control myself. I went on tiptoes and hugged him from behind. My choonchis were rubbing against his back, my hard nipples piercing him. I pinched his nipples and started rubbing my choot on his ass as if I was fucking Jiju’s gaand. I also held his lund. He opened his eyes but I squeezed his lund and said sternly, “Ravi, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Forget your young days when Mom used to hold your teeny-weeny chunni and make you do su-su. But for that it would not have developed into such a handsome lund.”
The flow had just ebbed and I drew him towards the bathtub. He was resisting, “Hey, I have not yet finished…” but I cut him short, “Listen to Mom.” He was confused. I took his supara in my mouth. His resistance was weak, but he was still protesting, “No, let me clean it first.” I used a sterner tone and said, “Ravi, let Mom clean it.”
I opened his supara. It was pink and hot. I scratched it with my nails and he ouched. My nails went to the base of his lund and started rubbing upward to his pee hole to ensure that if anything was trapped, it would come out. Now he had closed his eyes again, surrendering himself to me. I licked his supara and pressed it with my fingers around his pee hole and it opened its eye. I probed it with the tip of my tongue. He was quivering, but my tongue was demanding. Soon it gulped his supara and I started sucking him.
I had taken only his supara and my tongue was teasing and twirling. My henna-painted hands were rubbing and squeezing his shaft and went down to his balls to fondle them. I took out his supara and then my lips started licking his shaft. I would kiss right up to the base, even take one ball and start sucking it, and then return to his cock. This time half of his lund was between my lips. My tongue was rubbing the underside, my mouth was full, and my cheeks were bulging. I was sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Jiju was in the mood now. He was holding my head and pushing, shoving his lund very hard. I squeezed his shaft and some pre-cum came out. It was tasty. Now Jiju was playing with my boobs and making me take almost his full lund. His lund was overflowing and rubbing against my cheek walls and tongue. When I realised I could not take any further, Jiju would tease and goad me, push me, and I would take some more. My jaws were aching. I would slide my lips back up to the tip of his cock and flick my tongue against it. I was twisting my head from side to side, up and down, and around and around, making sure my moist lips stayed in contact with Jiju’s ridge as they slid around. I kept sucking on it, sometimes gently, sometimes hard, working on the corona. I would know when he was becoming too hot — I would pull out, but my hands would keep the pressure and I would start sucking only the supara. Sometimes I would just take it in my mouth and push my face over it. Soon I gripped the base of his cock and started sucking hard and frantically. Jiju too was pushing it in frenzy. My fingers, which were fondling his balls, moved to his gaand and located his rear hole. I brought my fingers back to my lips, salivated them, showed them to Jiju, and inserted them in one push into his gaand. Now my two fingers were moving inside his gaand and my mouth was sucking his lund very hard. My cheeks were bulging and I could feel his massive lund touching the base of my throat. He was on the verge and suddenly I pushed my fingers deeper into his asshole, pressurising his “that” point, and he exploded in my mouth. He started cumming. He wanted to pull out but I kept pressing and squeezing, and he flooded my mouth. Some of it spilled over my breasts, but I collected it and licked it too.
Jiju asked, “Hey Rinu, did you gulp the entire cum?”
I said, laughing, “No,” and showed him some still on my lips.
We went back to the room and I poured tea. He asked, “Rinu, will you not brush again?”
I told him, “Jiju, I want this taste to linger and do not want to spoil it.”
We got ready fast as it was already 9 a.m. and we had to wake the lovebirds.
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