26-03-2026, 07:44 AM
Adi wore my pants. Soon there was a knock and Ravi entered. Adi was going out. He not only brushed against and squeezed her young choonchis but, as Adi had expected, his adventurous hands ventured into her loose pants from behind, measured the height of her pretty chootar, and explored its pleasant depths.
I hugged Jiju and taunted him, “You told Mausa ji you would be back within half an hour, and it has been exactly one hour. Where were you lost? Kahin meri nanads — Gita aur Guddo — ke bhonsade mein dubki to nahin laga rahe the? But after last night’s marathon, I think you must have been drained, so it could not have been that.”
When he looked at me, he almost fainted. He tried to grab my buttocks, but I moved away in a flash. We came out, but before riding the bike he simply removed my Lycra jacket. I pushed out my already hard, proud boobs and said, “Bolo Jiju, main kaisi lagti hoon?”
He tried to grab my breasts, but I quickly sat on the bike and said, “Hey, let’s start — Mausa ji is coming.” Poor Jiju had no choice but to start the bike. I hugged him from behind, and now my tits were piercing his back. Jiju had chosen a rough road, and my tight jeans were biting into my chootar, but my bouncing boobs kept rubbing against his back too. I was continuously teasing Jiju with remarks about my nanads and with my body, and he was unable to do anything about it. I touched the front of his pants — the bulge was ominous. I caressed it appreciatively and jested, “I must ask Sasu ji how many horses and donkeys she did chudai with, and for how long, to get a son endowed with such a huge lund.”
Now Jiju had had enough. He told me in no uncertain terms, “Saali, lagta hai kal ka gaand marna bhool gayi. Aaj aisa gaand marunga ki do din tak chal nahi paogi.”
By this time we had arrived at the place where the reception was arranged. I was walking ahead and Jiju was following me. Showing the crack of my gaand and flaunting my chootar, I moved it in big circles, squirming and wriggling it. I moved my gaand in nice wide circles and, to make the impact clear, used my hands on my ass and pulled the cheeks apart.
Innocently I looked back at Jiju and said, “But Jiju, my gaand seems to be all right. You must have dreamt — or yes, no, it is not your mistake. Apne Guddo ki gaand mari hogi. Woh subah limp kar rahi thi. Dhokhe se apni behan ki gaand mar li — it is all right, a mistake, but a beautiful mistake.”
He tried to grab me, but giggling and flaunting my chootar I ran to the place where the caterers were doing their job. Now, in front of them, I knew I was safe. The barbeque was ready. I took a seekh kebab, rolled it between my juicy lips, and licked it as if I were licking a hard lund. I drooled over it and said, “Ohh, delicious.” I could see the tent pole rising in Jiju’s pants, but I kept a safe distance.
We confirmed that everything was as per schedule. Then we moved towards the bar provided by Amit, Jiju’s friend. One long-legged, big-boobed barmaid was already there, setting up the bar. We hugged, kissed, and discussed the arrangements. While I was looking at different brands of wine, Jiju whispered something in her ear. She prepared a drink for us. I took it, but slowly I started feeling a bit dizzy.
I moved towards the DJ, and to my surprise, it was again a girl. Jiju suggested we dance. The DJ told us the dance floor had not been set up yet, but it was ready in the hall inside and she would put on some music there. We went inside and she played a fast number. Jiju told her we would manage and bolted the room from inside. He increased the volume.
The drink had gone to my head, and with so much music I was not in much control. The song was “Take Take Me Baby” and we started dancing. Soon we were grinding against each other, and I again started showing my boobs. I was swinging them, moving them, gyrating them, just like dancers in B-grade movies do. I lifted my top a bit and let him have a peep, followed by the movement of my chootar. I would have put some professional pole dancers and strippers to shame. But I was not letting Jiju grab me.
This cock-teasing had to come to an end. Jiju grabbed me and pushed me against a settee. I rested my hands to prevent myself from falling, and he grabbed me from behind. I kept my front pressed against it to make some token resistance, but he was looking to take revenge. When I looked towards him, he seemed like a different man. His eyes were red-shot, his breathing was hard, and his erection had almost torn his pants.
He tried to pull down my jeans, but it was entangled at my kulha (pelvic bones). He used both hands to lower it while his body pressed mine against the settee. With full force he succeeded in pulling it down. It went just below my chootar and got entangled at my knees again. He opened his pants, and now I knew Rinu’s phuddi was going to be fucked as it had never been before. But his lund was hitting at my chootar. My firm, gori gori gaand was pressed against his naked thighs. He rubbed his palm against my gaand, and suddenly I felt a spank. It was more like a joke, but I shrieked.
“Did it hurt?” I knew it hadn’t, but teasing him I said, “Very much, Jiju — like yesterday’s film.”
He said, “Okay, now I know what you want,” and increased the volume of the music until it was almost deafening. His second spank was much harder, and with the third the force increased. I was shrieking like a banshee. But with the deafening music, I soon became sore and his spanks continued. Now they were covering areas close to my asshole. Soon he stopped. His raging monster was hitting my gaand, and I was apprehensive — ab meri gaand ki khair nahin.
He put some spit on his supara and pushed it against my asshole, but without shoving it inside he shifted position and soon it was in my choot. My choot spread and took his bulbous supara. My choot was already wet from teasing him, and his massive lund made it even wetter. He pulled my top and my mast choonchis came out. His hands started doing ragdai-ghisai, and his other hand was playing too. Soon I forgot about the pain and my cunt was soaking wet. It welcomed Jiju’s lund and devoured it fully. In no time Jiju had started doing chudai at full speed. There was a throbbing ache in my chootar, but the joy of chudai had overcome it. When I had almost believed that my gaand had been saved, he withdrew and, with full force, shoved it into my tight gaand. Now his lund was wet from my soaked cunt, which helped his huge bulbous supara gain entry. It almost tore my gaand. I cried in pain, but he kept pushing relentlessly. I tried to spread my legs to open my hole, but the jeans were so tightly tangled at my knees that nothing was possible.
Now, as I was unable to spread my legs and there was no lube (the wetness from my cunt was only partial help), my sphincter was giving a lot of resistance. I felt as if somebody had shoved a handful of red chilli into my gaand. I was moving, wriggling, trying my best to ensure the supara came out of my gaand, but all efforts failed. I was crying hoarsely, my nails dug deeply into the sofa, and I was moving my chootar, but Jiju’s lund was safely lodged in my gaand. He gave another push and it went further in. The pain continued, but it glided with slightly less resistance, thanks to the oil Basanti had jokingly poured into my gaand. Unlike the previous night, there was no lube and my legs were constricted, making my tight hole even tighter. Jiju was not taking any pause. Within 3-4 thrusts his lund was fully inside, and then he started doing manic chudai. The pain was beyond words. Soon his fingers held my clit and he started rubbing, pulling, pressing, and pinching it. His fingers also invaded my choot, and with one shove he pushed two inside. His attack on my clit made me go wild, and although the pain was no less, I could not control coming very fast. Now his fingers inside my choot started moving, and he had already located my “that” spot.
One finger would tap there while the other would push the thin wall dividing my choot from my gaand. I was going bonkers. This joy, being so extreme, was also almost painful. Soon he thrust a third finger into my choot and spread them like a trisect. He was moving them, rubbing the inner walls of my choot, while his lund was frantically maroing my gaand. I was overwhelmed by this mix of pain and pleasure, but soon my gaand got adjusted to his massive, huge lund and I started moving my chootar and moaning. He got the point and started rubbing my “spot” inside my choot. My choot responded by squeezing his fingers, and soon I came a second time. It triggered his climax too. His cum was flowing on my bruised chootar. He slowly pulled out, and I pulled back my jeans. There was no panty to save the welts and redness of my chootar, and it was being roughed up by the jeans.
Suddenly there was a knock and we came out. The DJ was asking about the music experience, and Jiju complimented her. We drove home on the bike, and as the main road was blocked, he took a very rough road, which further made mincemeat of my fucked gaand. When we entered our room, Jiju realised I was angry.
He tried to placate me, but I kept silent. He lauded my stunning beauty and said that I had been teasing him so much that he lost all sense looking at my swinging, beautiful ass. There was a faint smile on my face, but I turned away and became sober again. He held my hands and said, “Rinu, look at a stone — it is the chisel and the pain it goes through that makes it an exquisite statue. A bud, when it blooms and spreads its petals, goes through pangs… I’m sorry to cause you pain, but you were looking so sexy… and especially your chootar that I could not stop myself from fucking your gaand.”
Now it was impossible for me to stay angry. I giggled, hugged him, and kissed him directly on the lips. I said, “Jiju, it appears ki bachpan se aapko gaand marne ki aadat hai.”
He admitted without blushing, “Yes, when I was in class 8th for the first time,” but I cut him short and said, “That was your last chance. Now my hubby may come and reclaim me.”
However, in the same vein he said, “Don’t worry, main uski bhi gaand maar lunga.”
I could not control my laughter imagining what Jiju had said. I challenged him, “Jiju, if you can do that, I will shoot it with my handy cam, and then you can bugger me as many times as you want.”
He felt so happy that he squeezed my chootar, and I cried in pain. “Ouch, it hurts!” I yelled.
He left me, but I pulled down my jeans and, showing my fucked gaand towards him, wiggled it. When he tried to grab me, I pulled it up. He said, “I will bugger my saali and her hubby both,” and we joined in laughter.
I teased him, saying, “Jiju, it appears too good to be true, but if it happens I will be most thrilled — I will have something to tease him with for my entire life. But right now you must report back to Mausa ji, who will be waiting for you.”
I took a cold bath to soothe my nerves, shampooed my hair, and applied lotion deep inside my gaand and on my chootar to soothe them. As it was still hurting, it was not possible for me to wear anything tight, so I wore a saya and sari, tying them lightly. My blouse, of course, was low-cut, showing off my boobs with deep cleavage as ever.
When I came down, Jiju was reciting the arrangements at the reception place and the hard work he had done with me to ensure everything was okay (of course omitting the most important “hard” work he had put in). I joined him, standing very close to him innocently, and my hands were caressing and teasing his ass. Before he could finish, Mausa ji thanked us and gave a fresh list of chores to be completed immediately. My fingers were moving in the crack of his ass, and I pinched his gaand very hard. He could not retaliate as Mausa ji told him to leave immediately. When he turned back towards me, I showed him my raised thumb.
I hugged Jiju and taunted him, “You told Mausa ji you would be back within half an hour, and it has been exactly one hour. Where were you lost? Kahin meri nanads — Gita aur Guddo — ke bhonsade mein dubki to nahin laga rahe the? But after last night’s marathon, I think you must have been drained, so it could not have been that.”
When he looked at me, he almost fainted. He tried to grab my buttocks, but I moved away in a flash. We came out, but before riding the bike he simply removed my Lycra jacket. I pushed out my already hard, proud boobs and said, “Bolo Jiju, main kaisi lagti hoon?”
He tried to grab my breasts, but I quickly sat on the bike and said, “Hey, let’s start — Mausa ji is coming.” Poor Jiju had no choice but to start the bike. I hugged him from behind, and now my tits were piercing his back. Jiju had chosen a rough road, and my tight jeans were biting into my chootar, but my bouncing boobs kept rubbing against his back too. I was continuously teasing Jiju with remarks about my nanads and with my body, and he was unable to do anything about it. I touched the front of his pants — the bulge was ominous. I caressed it appreciatively and jested, “I must ask Sasu ji how many horses and donkeys she did chudai with, and for how long, to get a son endowed with such a huge lund.”
Now Jiju had had enough. He told me in no uncertain terms, “Saali, lagta hai kal ka gaand marna bhool gayi. Aaj aisa gaand marunga ki do din tak chal nahi paogi.”
By this time we had arrived at the place where the reception was arranged. I was walking ahead and Jiju was following me. Showing the crack of my gaand and flaunting my chootar, I moved it in big circles, squirming and wriggling it. I moved my gaand in nice wide circles and, to make the impact clear, used my hands on my ass and pulled the cheeks apart.
Innocently I looked back at Jiju and said, “But Jiju, my gaand seems to be all right. You must have dreamt — or yes, no, it is not your mistake. Apne Guddo ki gaand mari hogi. Woh subah limp kar rahi thi. Dhokhe se apni behan ki gaand mar li — it is all right, a mistake, but a beautiful mistake.”
He tried to grab me, but giggling and flaunting my chootar I ran to the place where the caterers were doing their job. Now, in front of them, I knew I was safe. The barbeque was ready. I took a seekh kebab, rolled it between my juicy lips, and licked it as if I were licking a hard lund. I drooled over it and said, “Ohh, delicious.” I could see the tent pole rising in Jiju’s pants, but I kept a safe distance.
We confirmed that everything was as per schedule. Then we moved towards the bar provided by Amit, Jiju’s friend. One long-legged, big-boobed barmaid was already there, setting up the bar. We hugged, kissed, and discussed the arrangements. While I was looking at different brands of wine, Jiju whispered something in her ear. She prepared a drink for us. I took it, but slowly I started feeling a bit dizzy.
I moved towards the DJ, and to my surprise, it was again a girl. Jiju suggested we dance. The DJ told us the dance floor had not been set up yet, but it was ready in the hall inside and she would put on some music there. We went inside and she played a fast number. Jiju told her we would manage and bolted the room from inside. He increased the volume.
The drink had gone to my head, and with so much music I was not in much control. The song was “Take Take Me Baby” and we started dancing. Soon we were grinding against each other, and I again started showing my boobs. I was swinging them, moving them, gyrating them, just like dancers in B-grade movies do. I lifted my top a bit and let him have a peep, followed by the movement of my chootar. I would have put some professional pole dancers and strippers to shame. But I was not letting Jiju grab me.
This cock-teasing had to come to an end. Jiju grabbed me and pushed me against a settee. I rested my hands to prevent myself from falling, and he grabbed me from behind. I kept my front pressed against it to make some token resistance, but he was looking to take revenge. When I looked towards him, he seemed like a different man. His eyes were red-shot, his breathing was hard, and his erection had almost torn his pants.
He tried to pull down my jeans, but it was entangled at my kulha (pelvic bones). He used both hands to lower it while his body pressed mine against the settee. With full force he succeeded in pulling it down. It went just below my chootar and got entangled at my knees again. He opened his pants, and now I knew Rinu’s phuddi was going to be fucked as it had never been before. But his lund was hitting at my chootar. My firm, gori gori gaand was pressed against his naked thighs. He rubbed his palm against my gaand, and suddenly I felt a spank. It was more like a joke, but I shrieked.
“Did it hurt?” I knew it hadn’t, but teasing him I said, “Very much, Jiju — like yesterday’s film.”
He said, “Okay, now I know what you want,” and increased the volume of the music until it was almost deafening. His second spank was much harder, and with the third the force increased. I was shrieking like a banshee. But with the deafening music, I soon became sore and his spanks continued. Now they were covering areas close to my asshole. Soon he stopped. His raging monster was hitting my gaand, and I was apprehensive — ab meri gaand ki khair nahin.
He put some spit on his supara and pushed it against my asshole, but without shoving it inside he shifted position and soon it was in my choot. My choot spread and took his bulbous supara. My choot was already wet from teasing him, and his massive lund made it even wetter. He pulled my top and my mast choonchis came out. His hands started doing ragdai-ghisai, and his other hand was playing too. Soon I forgot about the pain and my cunt was soaking wet. It welcomed Jiju’s lund and devoured it fully. In no time Jiju had started doing chudai at full speed. There was a throbbing ache in my chootar, but the joy of chudai had overcome it. When I had almost believed that my gaand had been saved, he withdrew and, with full force, shoved it into my tight gaand. Now his lund was wet from my soaked cunt, which helped his huge bulbous supara gain entry. It almost tore my gaand. I cried in pain, but he kept pushing relentlessly. I tried to spread my legs to open my hole, but the jeans were so tightly tangled at my knees that nothing was possible.
Now, as I was unable to spread my legs and there was no lube (the wetness from my cunt was only partial help), my sphincter was giving a lot of resistance. I felt as if somebody had shoved a handful of red chilli into my gaand. I was moving, wriggling, trying my best to ensure the supara came out of my gaand, but all efforts failed. I was crying hoarsely, my nails dug deeply into the sofa, and I was moving my chootar, but Jiju’s lund was safely lodged in my gaand. He gave another push and it went further in. The pain continued, but it glided with slightly less resistance, thanks to the oil Basanti had jokingly poured into my gaand. Unlike the previous night, there was no lube and my legs were constricted, making my tight hole even tighter. Jiju was not taking any pause. Within 3-4 thrusts his lund was fully inside, and then he started doing manic chudai. The pain was beyond words. Soon his fingers held my clit and he started rubbing, pulling, pressing, and pinching it. His fingers also invaded my choot, and with one shove he pushed two inside. His attack on my clit made me go wild, and although the pain was no less, I could not control coming very fast. Now his fingers inside my choot started moving, and he had already located my “that” spot.
One finger would tap there while the other would push the thin wall dividing my choot from my gaand. I was going bonkers. This joy, being so extreme, was also almost painful. Soon he thrust a third finger into my choot and spread them like a trisect. He was moving them, rubbing the inner walls of my choot, while his lund was frantically maroing my gaand. I was overwhelmed by this mix of pain and pleasure, but soon my gaand got adjusted to his massive, huge lund and I started moving my chootar and moaning. He got the point and started rubbing my “spot” inside my choot. My choot responded by squeezing his fingers, and soon I came a second time. It triggered his climax too. His cum was flowing on my bruised chootar. He slowly pulled out, and I pulled back my jeans. There was no panty to save the welts and redness of my chootar, and it was being roughed up by the jeans.
Suddenly there was a knock and we came out. The DJ was asking about the music experience, and Jiju complimented her. We drove home on the bike, and as the main road was blocked, he took a very rough road, which further made mincemeat of my fucked gaand. When we entered our room, Jiju realised I was angry.
He tried to placate me, but I kept silent. He lauded my stunning beauty and said that I had been teasing him so much that he lost all sense looking at my swinging, beautiful ass. There was a faint smile on my face, but I turned away and became sober again. He held my hands and said, “Rinu, look at a stone — it is the chisel and the pain it goes through that makes it an exquisite statue. A bud, when it blooms and spreads its petals, goes through pangs… I’m sorry to cause you pain, but you were looking so sexy… and especially your chootar that I could not stop myself from fucking your gaand.”
Now it was impossible for me to stay angry. I giggled, hugged him, and kissed him directly on the lips. I said, “Jiju, it appears ki bachpan se aapko gaand marne ki aadat hai.”
He admitted without blushing, “Yes, when I was in class 8th for the first time,” but I cut him short and said, “That was your last chance. Now my hubby may come and reclaim me.”
However, in the same vein he said, “Don’t worry, main uski bhi gaand maar lunga.”
I could not control my laughter imagining what Jiju had said. I challenged him, “Jiju, if you can do that, I will shoot it with my handy cam, and then you can bugger me as many times as you want.”
He felt so happy that he squeezed my chootar, and I cried in pain. “Ouch, it hurts!” I yelled.
He left me, but I pulled down my jeans and, showing my fucked gaand towards him, wiggled it. When he tried to grab me, I pulled it up. He said, “I will bugger my saali and her hubby both,” and we joined in laughter.
I teased him, saying, “Jiju, it appears too good to be true, but if it happens I will be most thrilled — I will have something to tease him with for my entire life. But right now you must report back to Mausa ji, who will be waiting for you.”
I took a cold bath to soothe my nerves, shampooed my hair, and applied lotion deep inside my gaand and on my chootar to soothe them. As it was still hurting, it was not possible for me to wear anything tight, so I wore a saya and sari, tying them lightly. My blouse, of course, was low-cut, showing off my boobs with deep cleavage as ever.
When I came down, Jiju was reciting the arrangements at the reception place and the hard work he had done with me to ensure everything was okay (of course omitting the most important “hard” work he had put in). I joined him, standing very close to him innocently, and my hands were caressing and teasing his ass. Before he could finish, Mausa ji thanked us and gave a fresh list of chores to be completed immediately. My fingers were moving in the crack of his ass, and I pinched his gaand very hard. He could not retaliate as Mausa ji told him to leave immediately. When he turned back towards me, I showed him my raised thumb.
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