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When I knocked, Chavi was wearing a gown over her nightdress and her husband was ready. I told Jiju to go along with him for breakfast and whispered something in his ear. He brought out a packet. I told him to give it to Chavi.
She looked surprised. “What is it?”
I told them it was their honeymoon packet — a 10-day trip to Manali and a 10-day trip to Goa. Both of them lit up with joy.
Jiju said, “Rinu and I decided to plan this room and the trip—” but I cut him short and shooed him away.
I pulled Chavi’s gown open and asked her, “How many times?”
She confessed shyly, “Thrice.”
I lifted her nightie to look at her choot, teasing, “Hey Bhabhi, let me see it after the use.”
She tried to hide, but I forced her hands away and had a good look. I even kissed it, blessing her, “Let it never be hungry for lund.”
Chavi said, “Didi, I would like to thank Jiju. He did so much.”
I laughed and replied, “You know what kind of ‘thank you’ he will like.”
She joined in the laughter and said, “Yes, I know very well.”
Suddenly there was a knock — it was Ravi. I told him, “Hey, Chavi was looking to give something to you.”
He said, “So why delay it?” Chavi just hugged him and kissed him. But that was not enough for him. He asked, “Hey, I would like to look at what you were looking at.”
Before Chavi could hide herself, I again lifted her nightie and Jiju had a darshan of his salhaj’s freshly fucked choot.
Chavi got ready. We went down for breakfast. She was complaining that her nandoi had seen hers but had not shown his. I told her she would get enough chances. But Jiju took her hand and placed it on his ever-present bulge. I told her, “When you come back from your honeymoon, you will see it in action. Till then, look only at my brother.”
We finished breakfast and returned home. Jiju had to go to the office for some time, so he left us outside. All the girls, including the ladies, crowded around Chavi and took her to her room, teasing her to tell every detail about last night’s happenings.
I was going back to my room. After the first time of ass-fucking, I was walking with a slight tilt. Basanti caught me and asked, “Bhabhi, any problem?”
I lied and said, “Yes, some sprain.”
She said, “Okay, you go to your room. I’m coming with some oil and will massage you. It will cure all the aches.”
I went to my room and soon Basanti joined me. She bolted the door from inside. I asked her why the precaution. She replied, “Didi, you don’t know — nowadays everybody is looking for Basanti, and I will not get to spend some time with my nanad. From the day you came, life has returned here. The way you did my munh-dikhayi, sang songs, and even in ratjaga treated me like your pakki bahu — I have become very close to you.”
I hugged her and said, “Yes, you are my bahu. That is why I gave munh-dikhayi to your choot first.” I laughed.
She joined in my laughter and said, “Didi, you know even yesterday it was like ratjaga, but first remove your sari — otherwise the oil will spoil it.”
I removed my sari and even my blouse and lay down in my bra and saya. Basanti too removed her sari. She lifted my petticoat up to my thighs and started massaging. There was magic in her hands — all my aches and pain melted away. Soon her hands went right up to my choot, teasing me, but they were still covered by my panty.
However, she insisted that I must remove it too for a better massage, which I did. She opened the string of my petticoat, saying I must relax completely. Now that my pain had subsided, I asked her, “You were telling something about yesterday.”
She said, “Yes, but you must lie down on your belly so I can massage your hips too.”
I lay on my tummy and she lifted my saya almost to the point of exposing my chootar. Her hands were squeezing them and I felt as if all the pain after my first butt-fucking was dripping away.
I chided her, “Basanti, you are not telling what happened yesterday.”
She said, “You know Adi, Madhu Bhabhi’s nanad? She slept with Rashmi Bhabhi yesterday.”
I rebuked her, “So what is wrong in that?”
Basanti continued, “Didi, when I say ‘slept’… okay, I will have to tell you everything openly.” I giggled and said, “Agar tum nahin khol kar bataogi to main tumhara khol dungi.”
She too laughed and said, “As yesterday there was a huge crowd, everybody shared quilts and then the lights went out. I was also there in a corner. I could hear whispering between Adi and Rashmi Bhabhi. Adi was resisting, but soon she gave in. Rashmi Bhabhi was caressing her thighs and suddenly she pushed her finger into Adi’s choot.”
I asked, “How?” Laughing, she pushed her finger into my choot, saying, “Aise.” I enjoyed the feel and let her continue.
By now I was on my back and Basanti was sitting between my thighs, squeezing my shoulders. She told me that when the lights went out and Rashmi Bhabhi thought everyone was sleeping, she turned the quilt and came over Adi. She was rubbing her breasts over Adi’s top and soon lifted it too. Rashmi Bhabhi’s sari was open and she lifted Adi’s skirt and started rubbing her choot against Adi’s choot.
I had put my feet inside Basanti’s saya and lifted it. My big toe entered her choot and I said, “Let me rub yours too.”
She was enjoying the feel and continued, “Didi, Rashmi Bhabhi was over Adi and she was doing such jabardast ragdai-ghisai of her choot.”
I made a mistake of asking “How?” This time Basanti, holding my breasts, lifted my petticoat and came over my choot, starting to rub it hard. I had become hot too, so we opened each other’s blouses and started sucking choonchis.
Basanti said, “Yes, Adi was sucking Bhabhi’s choonchi just like this.”
I was raising my chootar in response to Basanti’s thrusts. Soon I forced her down and now I was on top. I was using last night’s lessons. I rubbed Basanti’s choot hard and then shoved two fingers inside. I was fucking her as if it were a lund, and I was also searching for her “that” spot. My fingers came out and I started grinding my choot over hers. My fingers pinched her clit. Soon she came and I joined her too.
She then completed her story. It was not only Adi and Rashmi Bhabhi — Madhu Bhabhi too had trapped Gunja, Basanti’s nanad. She was called to massage her head, but soon Madhu Bhabhi pulled her hands over her choonchis. And they too enjoyed.
Sure enough, somebody was looking for Basanti. She left me and I also got ready.
I went into the kitchen where Rashmi Bhabhi and Adi were preparing meals. Mausi called Rashmi Bhabhi and asked me to prepare the meal fast with Adi, as some guests were going back. Now I was left alone with her. She was looking cute. She noticed me looking at her young teen breasts and blushed.
I said, “Really well developed.”
She hugged me and said, “But not like yours, Didi.”
I said, “Adi, if you had been my nanad, I would have taught you all the tricks.”
Adi laughed and said, “Sisters too can be close.” (I recalled our episode with Neelu Didi and Cheenu when we were Adi’s age.) I agreed, “Yes, my mistake,” and hugged her back.
I told her, “Lesson number one: if we get to rub our choonchis, it will help them grow.”
She laughed and said, “Whenever, wherever you say, Didi.”
“Second lesson,” I told her, “a house during marriage has the most chances. There are many boys too whom you can enjoy, but chances of meeting again are few, so use this opportunity. And don’t limit yourself to boys your age — mature and married males are better.”
She became serious but asked, “What if there is some problem?”
“Oops, my mistake,” I said. “You can take a packet of pills from my purse (the same as I gave to Chavi). It can be used any time, even as a morning-after pill, but the best is to take one every day. You never know when the chance will knock.”
She hugged me again, and this time not only did I squeeze her teen, young, tennis-ball-sized breasts, but I also kissed her on the lips.
I found Mausa ji calling me. I went out. He said Ravi had rung up — he would be coming in an hour. Both of us should go and check the arrangements for the reception tonight. There would be a party, DJ, and the caterers had also arrived. I left Adi and went to my room to get ready.
I was deciding what to wear while going out with Jiju. I discarded the sari (too traditional and it would again give him a chance — I found a sari most dangerous because it could be lifted and my choot would be accessible). A salwar suit was not teasing enough (I wanted to play safe but at the same time did not wish to lose the chance of flaunting my assets and teasing him).
I had put almost all my dresses on the bed when Adi walked in, smiling and displaying her tennis-ball-sized, hard teen choonchis. She said, “Didi, I thought let me pick up the pills from you before you disappear with Jiju. After that, one never knows when you become free,” winking at me.
I pinched her uthti hui choonchi and said, “No, I have all the care for my young sis. Take it from the purse — it is in the outer pocket.”
She picked up one packet of pills and kept it in her purse. She looked at the various dresses lying on the cot and asked, “Hey Didi, what is bugging you?”
I told her my problem. She laughed and said, “Didi, you are on the horns of a dilemma.”
“Yes,” I admitted, “I want to feel horny and make him horny, but also prevent myself from his horn.”
She thought for a minute and came up with a unique suggestion. She offered that I could wear her jeans with a tight tank top. I looked at my plump hips and said, “But Adi, they will hardly fit me.”
She laughed and said, “Exactly! That is why it will make him hard. You told me he is both a boobs man and an ass man. My jeans will ensure at least the latter part.”
“And will you go nude from here, swinging your naked chootar, Rani?” I teased her.
She had an answer for everything. “No Didi, I will wear your sexy pants. They may be slightly loose, but they will give a chance to anybody and everybody to push his hand inside my pants. With the pill now, I feel free, safe, and more daring.”
It was decided that both of us would undress together. I had already removed my sari and undone my blouse. Adi pulled my saya and I pulled her jeans. Basanti had already divested me of my panty, but Adi’s choot was still hidden under hers. I removed it in one sweep and hugged her. Before she could resist, I was doing ragdai-ghisai of her choot with mine.
She responded enthusiastically. She opened my bra too and I lifted her top. I was surprised — her young breasts were not hidden under any bra, so our boobs met. Adi was endowed with a beautiful pair of knockers. They must have been 32, but her cup size was C, and on her slender 17-year-old frame they were fabulous. I rubbed them with my 36D jugs, teased her tits with mine, and just the titillating touch made both our nipples erect. My one hand was holding her back while the other was caressing her young, teen, small and firm chootar. I kissed her on the lips and she tried to move her head away, but after 3-4 attempts we were licking, sucking, and nibbling each other’s lips. My choot kept grinding against hers and now my fingers too had joined in, rubbing her labia. She was enjoying every minute of it. Now her choot was not a passive participant but was kissing, caressing, and brushing my choot with desire and authority.
Soon there were sounds of footsteps and we had to stop our Sapphic play. Adi made me wear her jeans. Our heights were the same, but my hips were plump, and with our joint efforts it could go up. With great difficulty it rose over my pelvic bone and was almost hanging there. Adi opened a button on top and that made it a bit comfortable. However, it opened my front and my choot was only a few inches away. Adi had ensured that I did not wear any panty, so I could feel the jeans rubbing directly on my chootar.
I thought that at least my big, voluptuous choonchis should be covered with a bra, as the tank top was too thin. But Adi would have none of it, and I was made to wear my thin, tight yellow top just over my bare breasts. My hard, firm, proud choonchis were raising their heads and I was looking more provocative than a Baywatch girl. Adi pinched my tits very hard and they became steel erect. Now there was a clear invitation written over my boobs: “Hey, come and squeeze me.”
The top was inadequate to cover my choonchis, so expecting it to hide my flat, fair tummy and deep navel was too much. When I looked at myself from behind in the mirror, I was awestruck. The front was nothing compared to the back. Adi’s jeans were too little to contain my sexy, swinging ass. The crack of my chootar was so evident that even from a distance one could clearly identify it, and my being without panties only accentuated it. My long, slender legs blooming into heavy hips — every curve and full shape was being shown in that literally hip-hugging jean.
I picked up a Lycra jacket, which again was inadequate but gave me a sense of coverage. Adi giggled and said, “If I know Jiju, this will not be with you for much time.”
She looked surprised. “What is it?”
I told them it was their honeymoon packet — a 10-day trip to Manali and a 10-day trip to Goa. Both of them lit up with joy.
Jiju said, “Rinu and I decided to plan this room and the trip—” but I cut him short and shooed him away.
I pulled Chavi’s gown open and asked her, “How many times?”
She confessed shyly, “Thrice.”
I lifted her nightie to look at her choot, teasing, “Hey Bhabhi, let me see it after the use.”
She tried to hide, but I forced her hands away and had a good look. I even kissed it, blessing her, “Let it never be hungry for lund.”
Chavi said, “Didi, I would like to thank Jiju. He did so much.”
I laughed and replied, “You know what kind of ‘thank you’ he will like.”
She joined in the laughter and said, “Yes, I know very well.”
Suddenly there was a knock — it was Ravi. I told him, “Hey, Chavi was looking to give something to you.”
He said, “So why delay it?” Chavi just hugged him and kissed him. But that was not enough for him. He asked, “Hey, I would like to look at what you were looking at.”
Before Chavi could hide herself, I again lifted her nightie and Jiju had a darshan of his salhaj’s freshly fucked choot.
Chavi got ready. We went down for breakfast. She was complaining that her nandoi had seen hers but had not shown his. I told her she would get enough chances. But Jiju took her hand and placed it on his ever-present bulge. I told her, “When you come back from your honeymoon, you will see it in action. Till then, look only at my brother.”
We finished breakfast and returned home. Jiju had to go to the office for some time, so he left us outside. All the girls, including the ladies, crowded around Chavi and took her to her room, teasing her to tell every detail about last night’s happenings.
I was going back to my room. After the first time of ass-fucking, I was walking with a slight tilt. Basanti caught me and asked, “Bhabhi, any problem?”
I lied and said, “Yes, some sprain.”
She said, “Okay, you go to your room. I’m coming with some oil and will massage you. It will cure all the aches.”
I went to my room and soon Basanti joined me. She bolted the door from inside. I asked her why the precaution. She replied, “Didi, you don’t know — nowadays everybody is looking for Basanti, and I will not get to spend some time with my nanad. From the day you came, life has returned here. The way you did my munh-dikhayi, sang songs, and even in ratjaga treated me like your pakki bahu — I have become very close to you.”
I hugged her and said, “Yes, you are my bahu. That is why I gave munh-dikhayi to your choot first.” I laughed.
She joined in my laughter and said, “Didi, you know even yesterday it was like ratjaga, but first remove your sari — otherwise the oil will spoil it.”
I removed my sari and even my blouse and lay down in my bra and saya. Basanti too removed her sari. She lifted my petticoat up to my thighs and started massaging. There was magic in her hands — all my aches and pain melted away. Soon her hands went right up to my choot, teasing me, but they were still covered by my panty.
However, she insisted that I must remove it too for a better massage, which I did. She opened the string of my petticoat, saying I must relax completely. Now that my pain had subsided, I asked her, “You were telling something about yesterday.”
She said, “Yes, but you must lie down on your belly so I can massage your hips too.”
I lay on my tummy and she lifted my saya almost to the point of exposing my chootar. Her hands were squeezing them and I felt as if all the pain after my first butt-fucking was dripping away.
I chided her, “Basanti, you are not telling what happened yesterday.”
She said, “You know Adi, Madhu Bhabhi’s nanad? She slept with Rashmi Bhabhi yesterday.”
I rebuked her, “So what is wrong in that?”
Basanti continued, “Didi, when I say ‘slept’… okay, I will have to tell you everything openly.” I giggled and said, “Agar tum nahin khol kar bataogi to main tumhara khol dungi.”
She too laughed and said, “As yesterday there was a huge crowd, everybody shared quilts and then the lights went out. I was also there in a corner. I could hear whispering between Adi and Rashmi Bhabhi. Adi was resisting, but soon she gave in. Rashmi Bhabhi was caressing her thighs and suddenly she pushed her finger into Adi’s choot.”
I asked, “How?” Laughing, she pushed her finger into my choot, saying, “Aise.” I enjoyed the feel and let her continue.
By now I was on my back and Basanti was sitting between my thighs, squeezing my shoulders. She told me that when the lights went out and Rashmi Bhabhi thought everyone was sleeping, she turned the quilt and came over Adi. She was rubbing her breasts over Adi’s top and soon lifted it too. Rashmi Bhabhi’s sari was open and she lifted Adi’s skirt and started rubbing her choot against Adi’s choot.
I had put my feet inside Basanti’s saya and lifted it. My big toe entered her choot and I said, “Let me rub yours too.”
She was enjoying the feel and continued, “Didi, Rashmi Bhabhi was over Adi and she was doing such jabardast ragdai-ghisai of her choot.”
I made a mistake of asking “How?” This time Basanti, holding my breasts, lifted my petticoat and came over my choot, starting to rub it hard. I had become hot too, so we opened each other’s blouses and started sucking choonchis.
Basanti said, “Yes, Adi was sucking Bhabhi’s choonchi just like this.”
I was raising my chootar in response to Basanti’s thrusts. Soon I forced her down and now I was on top. I was using last night’s lessons. I rubbed Basanti’s choot hard and then shoved two fingers inside. I was fucking her as if it were a lund, and I was also searching for her “that” spot. My fingers came out and I started grinding my choot over hers. My fingers pinched her clit. Soon she came and I joined her too.
She then completed her story. It was not only Adi and Rashmi Bhabhi — Madhu Bhabhi too had trapped Gunja, Basanti’s nanad. She was called to massage her head, but soon Madhu Bhabhi pulled her hands over her choonchis. And they too enjoyed.
Sure enough, somebody was looking for Basanti. She left me and I also got ready.
I went into the kitchen where Rashmi Bhabhi and Adi were preparing meals. Mausi called Rashmi Bhabhi and asked me to prepare the meal fast with Adi, as some guests were going back. Now I was left alone with her. She was looking cute. She noticed me looking at her young teen breasts and blushed.
I said, “Really well developed.”
She hugged me and said, “But not like yours, Didi.”
I said, “Adi, if you had been my nanad, I would have taught you all the tricks.”
Adi laughed and said, “Sisters too can be close.” (I recalled our episode with Neelu Didi and Cheenu when we were Adi’s age.) I agreed, “Yes, my mistake,” and hugged her back.
I told her, “Lesson number one: if we get to rub our choonchis, it will help them grow.”
She laughed and said, “Whenever, wherever you say, Didi.”
“Second lesson,” I told her, “a house during marriage has the most chances. There are many boys too whom you can enjoy, but chances of meeting again are few, so use this opportunity. And don’t limit yourself to boys your age — mature and married males are better.”
She became serious but asked, “What if there is some problem?”
“Oops, my mistake,” I said. “You can take a packet of pills from my purse (the same as I gave to Chavi). It can be used any time, even as a morning-after pill, but the best is to take one every day. You never know when the chance will knock.”
She hugged me again, and this time not only did I squeeze her teen, young, tennis-ball-sized breasts, but I also kissed her on the lips.
I found Mausa ji calling me. I went out. He said Ravi had rung up — he would be coming in an hour. Both of us should go and check the arrangements for the reception tonight. There would be a party, DJ, and the caterers had also arrived. I left Adi and went to my room to get ready.
I was deciding what to wear while going out with Jiju. I discarded the sari (too traditional and it would again give him a chance — I found a sari most dangerous because it could be lifted and my choot would be accessible). A salwar suit was not teasing enough (I wanted to play safe but at the same time did not wish to lose the chance of flaunting my assets and teasing him).
I had put almost all my dresses on the bed when Adi walked in, smiling and displaying her tennis-ball-sized, hard teen choonchis. She said, “Didi, I thought let me pick up the pills from you before you disappear with Jiju. After that, one never knows when you become free,” winking at me.
I pinched her uthti hui choonchi and said, “No, I have all the care for my young sis. Take it from the purse — it is in the outer pocket.”
She picked up one packet of pills and kept it in her purse. She looked at the various dresses lying on the cot and asked, “Hey Didi, what is bugging you?”
I told her my problem. She laughed and said, “Didi, you are on the horns of a dilemma.”
“Yes,” I admitted, “I want to feel horny and make him horny, but also prevent myself from his horn.”
She thought for a minute and came up with a unique suggestion. She offered that I could wear her jeans with a tight tank top. I looked at my plump hips and said, “But Adi, they will hardly fit me.”
She laughed and said, “Exactly! That is why it will make him hard. You told me he is both a boobs man and an ass man. My jeans will ensure at least the latter part.”
“And will you go nude from here, swinging your naked chootar, Rani?” I teased her.
She had an answer for everything. “No Didi, I will wear your sexy pants. They may be slightly loose, but they will give a chance to anybody and everybody to push his hand inside my pants. With the pill now, I feel free, safe, and more daring.”
It was decided that both of us would undress together. I had already removed my sari and undone my blouse. Adi pulled my saya and I pulled her jeans. Basanti had already divested me of my panty, but Adi’s choot was still hidden under hers. I removed it in one sweep and hugged her. Before she could resist, I was doing ragdai-ghisai of her choot with mine.
She responded enthusiastically. She opened my bra too and I lifted her top. I was surprised — her young breasts were not hidden under any bra, so our boobs met. Adi was endowed with a beautiful pair of knockers. They must have been 32, but her cup size was C, and on her slender 17-year-old frame they were fabulous. I rubbed them with my 36D jugs, teased her tits with mine, and just the titillating touch made both our nipples erect. My one hand was holding her back while the other was caressing her young, teen, small and firm chootar. I kissed her on the lips and she tried to move her head away, but after 3-4 attempts we were licking, sucking, and nibbling each other’s lips. My choot kept grinding against hers and now my fingers too had joined in, rubbing her labia. She was enjoying every minute of it. Now her choot was not a passive participant but was kissing, caressing, and brushing my choot with desire and authority.
Soon there were sounds of footsteps and we had to stop our Sapphic play. Adi made me wear her jeans. Our heights were the same, but my hips were plump, and with our joint efforts it could go up. With great difficulty it rose over my pelvic bone and was almost hanging there. Adi opened a button on top and that made it a bit comfortable. However, it opened my front and my choot was only a few inches away. Adi had ensured that I did not wear any panty, so I could feel the jeans rubbing directly on my chootar.
I thought that at least my big, voluptuous choonchis should be covered with a bra, as the tank top was too thin. But Adi would have none of it, and I was made to wear my thin, tight yellow top just over my bare breasts. My hard, firm, proud choonchis were raising their heads and I was looking more provocative than a Baywatch girl. Adi pinched my tits very hard and they became steel erect. Now there was a clear invitation written over my boobs: “Hey, come and squeeze me.”
The top was inadequate to cover my choonchis, so expecting it to hide my flat, fair tummy and deep navel was too much. When I looked at myself from behind in the mirror, I was awestruck. The front was nothing compared to the back. Adi’s jeans were too little to contain my sexy, swinging ass. The crack of my chootar was so evident that even from a distance one could clearly identify it, and my being without panties only accentuated it. My long, slender legs blooming into heavy hips — every curve and full shape was being shown in that literally hip-hugging jean.
I picked up a Lycra jacket, which again was inadequate but gave me a sense of coverage. Adi giggled and said, “If I know Jiju, this will not be with you for much time.”
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