27-03-2026, 08:28 AM
Suddenly I heard a commotion at the gate.
Neelu Didi had arrived with her husband and was given a traditional welcome with gallis by our bhabhis. Her husband was called by his initials — KD. Neelu Didi spotted me, rushed over, and hugged me hard. As expected, the first thing her hands measured were my boobs.
She exclaimed, “Wow, your choonchis are really mast!”
I thanked her, saying, “Didi, it was because of you, my Guru ji.”
She laughed and said, “Now your Jiju KD will come and take bur dakshina — I mean Guru dakshina — from you.”
I quizzed her, “And what were you doing? We were all waiting for both of you.”
She laughed and replied, squeezing my choonchi, “Arre, what was I doing? I was doing chudai with your Jiju for the last 20 days — uninterrupted, five times a day.”
I asked, “And how is he?”
Her laughter continued as she said, still squeezing my choonchi, “You really want to know how HIS is? Let me tell you — it is longer than usual, but what makes even chinars like me devour it is its thickness. It is really thick — thicker than anything your choot would have devoured till now.”
(I got a little afraid, but I remembered what Mummy had told me before I left with my groom. Patting my choot, she had said, “Banno, such big babies come out of this choot, and no lund can ever be even a patch on the size of those babies. So you must have full faith that your choot will gulp it smilingly. Yes, there will be pain, but that is the real joy. Most of the pain is in the mind. If a girl says she is too tight or cannot take a lund because it is too thick, my advice is that she is being a chinar and she should be fucked hard. So go ahead and enjoy. Just spread your legs as much as possible, and there should be desire — to enjoy and to give enjoyment to the lund that is doing chudai.”)
“And he is not one of those polite types,” Neelu Didi continued. “He likes chudai and he likes it raw and rough. Two more things — as he has seen your picture, he got aroused, and he also knows that it was he who should have split and torn your kunwari bur. Therefore his thick lund is in a raging mood to do jabardast chudai of your choot. And secondly, for the last two days I have been going through ‘those’ days, so he is on a fast.”
I cut her short, giggling, and told her, “Don’t bother, Didi — he will have a feast after.”
Dulari’s voice was very loud, and her words made me look towards Jiju. I could hear:
“Unche chabootra pe baith, KD saala kare apni behan ka mol,
Arre Divya ka maange 5 rupaya, Mona meri anmol,
Arre Mona ke jobana ka, unki choonchi ka maange 5 rupiya,
Aur choot hai badi anmol…
Arre nandoi saale khaye apni bahna ki chudai, apni Mona ki chudai,
Arre vo to maraye gaand, KD saala bhandua hai.”
(Sitting on a pedestal, KD is haggling for his sisters; he is asking 5 Rs for Divya and says Mona is priceless. He asks for 5 Rs for Mona’s boobs and says her cunt is priceless. Oh husband of my sister-in-law, you are living on the earnings of your sister Mona’s fucking and you too are getting buggered — KD is a pimp.)
KD Jiju was very tall, just like a hunk, with very broad shoulders and powerful limbs. I knew any girl would love to melt in his arms. He crossed the barrage of his salhajs and came towards me. Neelu Didi tried to introduce me, but he said he could smell me from a distance. He hugged me hard, and when he released me, I teasingly dropped my anchal, showing my proud joban peeping from my low-cut choli. He was breathless. He jested, “Are they real?” Now I let my pallu go down fully, exposing my joban. Amazingly he questioned again, “Are they real?” I jested, “Pakad kar dekh lijiye,” and he did not need a second invitation. He grabbed my choonchi.
Meanwhile Madhu Bhabhi too arrived there. She goaded him, “Arre Nandoi ji, sirf ek kyon — dono pakad lijiye.” He caught Madhu Bhabhi’s choonchi too and squeezed it hard.
Dulari teased him, “Arre, this is the advantage of sasural — chahe saali ki choonchi pakdo ya salhaj ki.”
He said, “Yes, yahan to saaliyan hain ya salhaj.” Meanwhile Mummy dropped in and, joining in the spirit, bantered, “Hey, don’t forget Saas. But if damads do what you are doing with salhaj and saali, Saas to will not mind.” Everybody joined in laughter.
Soon Ravi Jiju joined us and both of them started teasing me. I too responded, saying, “You never know — the real owner may come tonight.”
Both of them said in unison, “He was a trespasser. Beautiful property which we should have enjoyed first — he got.”
Ravi Jiju told KD about our talk — how Ravi Jiju would bugger my hubby — and KD burst into laughter. He said, “Hey, I will join too,” and moving towards me he added, “Saali ji, aapki to aaj sandwich banani hi hai. Even if your hubby turns up, he will be no match for our joint strength. So maximum he can do is get buggered and watch our pretty saali get buggered and fucked together. Saali ji, aap dar to nahin rahi?”
I put my hands below my boobs, pushing them out further, and challenged both my Jijus, “Hey, kaun saali darti hai? Dekh lungi aap dono logon ko saath-saath.”
There was a phone call and Rashmi Bhabhi called me inside. After talking for some time, when I came out I had a long face.
“What happened?” everybody asked.
I did not answer, but Rashmi Bhabhi spoke, smiling, “Bad news for Rinu but good for her Jijas. Her hubby is not coming today.”
Ravi and KD consoled me, “Arre, we are there and you will treat us as your hubby. Cheenu is not here and Neelu is out of action, so just smile.”
I showed a weak smile, but KD Jiju tickled me and I giggled.
“So this good news for us will last how long?” I smiled and said, “Not much. His train for today was cancelled due to fog, but he will catch another train in the morning and be here by evening. We will have to leave early the day after tomorrow morning.”
“Saali is very smart — she is giving us a hint: make hay while the sun shines. So tonight is the time,” commented KD.
“No, I never meant that.” But both of them hugged me and kissed me on either cheek, cupping my boobs. Before things could warm up further, there was the voice of Mausa ji looking for Ravi with a new set of instructions, and he had to leave. Neelu Didi too left to meet some of her local relatives with her husband.
In the evening we all reached the reception venue in time. I was dressed in a pink choli and skirt-like lehnga. My choli had only one string to tie it and was more exposing than hiding my breasts. Of course I had a chunri, which only accentuated the peaks and inflamed the desire of onlookers. Along with Madhu Bhabhi and Adi, I was receiving the guests. Madhu Bhabhi, in a traditional sari tied below her navel and partly concealing her joban, and Adi, in a tight top and short skirt, were really looking exciting. Ravi Jiju was also there with us, welcoming guests. We were hugging, kissing, smooching, and sometimes even lightly squeezing the breasts of guests.
Gita came in a tight suit, but her teen boobs were well covered under her dupatta. Adi pulled it off and handed it to me; from me it passed to Madhu Bhabhi and soon disappeared. I and Adi cupped her breasts and, showing them to her brother Ravi Jiju, teased him, “See how beautiful are the kabootars of my nanad.”
Long-legged, big-boobed barmaids were ensuring that everybody got his or her drink. We had decided that the success of the party depended upon how much everybody enjoyed, but the enjoyment of males depended upon female company and to what extent they went. And one good way of making females let their hair (and defences) down was to make them inebriated and draw them to the dance floor.
There was wine, cherry, and other drinks for ladies, being served by tall, lanky boys dressed in tight, skin-hugging outfits. Still, some of them were playing hard to get, and for that Rashmi Bhabhi and Adi had planned to spike their drinks. Those girls who were finicky or trying to stay away from boys were especially targeted and made to lose almost all control.
I saw Sona and Rupa and pointed them out to Jiju, who became a 1000-watt bulb. He shook hands with them, and I went and whispered something to Adi. She went ahead and took charge of them. They even refused to go near the bar, but Adi brought some cans of Coke (already laced liberally), broke the seal in front of them, took one herself, and gave one to me. Now Sona and Rupa took their cans and guzzled them. Ravi Jiju was meandering around them. Neelu Didi and KD Jiju came, but they were herded towards Chavi Bhabhi and her hubby.
Suddenly I saw Amit Jiju, and he drew me towards the dance floor. Suddenly the music accelerated and the lights dimmed. We were dancing very fast, grinding our bodies against each other. I had given my chunri to Rashmi Bhabhi. Soon Amit’s fingers were sliding on my back, which was fully open in my backless choli. He gripped it and pulled me towards himself. Now my jobans were rubbing against his broad chest. My choli was not only backless and low-cut but had a lot of side exposure, which gave chance to Amit Jiju’s wandering fingers to cup my boobs directly. My tits responded by raising their heads. His other hand had grabbed my chootar and started caressing it slowly. The tempo of the dance changed, and soon his fingers were inside my lehnga, trying to caress both sides of my labia. The lights had dimmed, and using the chance, one of his fingers slid into my wet choot. I too responded by pressing his bulge hard. We kept on dancing, and he was finger-fucking me while cupping my choonchi. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly the music stopped and the lights came on. It was time to change partners.
I saw Adi and Madhu Bhabhi standing outside the dance area. I pulled them both and made Adi dance with Amit Jiju. Soon the music peaked again, and when I looked towards Amit, the scene was almost the same, with only the difference that Adi had replaced me. She too was enjoying his fingers and responding warmly. Looking at it, Madhu Bhabhi gripped me and started acting like a “male” dance partner, squeezing and cupping my boobs. I started rubbing my thighs against hers.
After the music changed, I went out to look after the guests. We made almost everybody dance. I saw Ravi Jiju and KD Jiju teasing Rashmi Bhabhi. I dragged them to the dance floor. By this time it was really crowded. There were many dance areas with pools of darkness in between, and there were certain dark areas outside which we called “cozy nooks for getting nookies.” And for the more adventurous, there were dark woods outside.
KD started dancing with Rashmi Bhabhi and Ravi Jiju was with me. By this time almost everybody was kissing, rubbing bodies, or squeezing. KD did not wait for the lights to go out — his fingers were already in. I could see, with a side glance, that Adi and Gita were dancing merrily with two friends of the groom — my brother. Ravi too was hugging me, and I was rubbing the front of his pants. Just before the lights dimmed, I saw both boys moving towards the woods, and Adi almost dragging Gita towards it. And this time Ravi not only shoved his fingers into my choot but his thumb was also following the rhythm of the music and rubbing my clit. My hands were now fully rubbing his lund. It went on and on.
In the next round we changed partners, and KD was bolder and more adventurous. Both KD and Ravi wanted to dance with Sona and Rupa, but they were shy. We came out of the dance floor and started chatting with them. Adi and Gita had come back, and Gita was looking like a cat that had just eaten the canary. I and Adi went to Sona and Rupa and asked them to dance. They were hesitant, but Adi told them it would be only a girls’ round. “I and Rinu Didi will dance with you two.”
We started dancing, and Adi took the initiative. She started grinding against Rupa, and by this time there was so much crowd that there was no way they could stop. I too started rubbing my boobs against Sona and soon discovered a positive response. I pushed her further close. My hands, caressing her inner thighs, went up and found her panty. I pushed it aside and slowly started teasing her labia. She was shaking, but with so much crowd pressure she could not evade me. I found some wetness, and the tip of my fingers parted her choot and touched the inner areas. My other hand entered her top and found her tits hard. Once I realised how hot she was, I squeezed her tits and pushed my fingers deeper. I smiled at Adi, who was giving the same treatment to Rupa. I pulled out Sona’s panty in one sweep, and when it came down I put my foot on it. We stopped for a minute, but I got it removed and started dancing again.
When the lights dimmed, KD and Ravi replaced us and soon were up to their tricks. Soon Rupa and Sona were enjoying it so much that they were stuck like glue with KD and Ravi. Madhu Bhabhi had to tell them that their Jiju was waiting for them. Our plan was to make Chavi Bhabhi dance with her nandoi. When Sona and Rupa came back to the dance area, we whisked Chavi Bhabhi away to dance with KD and Ravi. And everybody enjoyed it.
Mausa ji had imposed a curfew of 11 p.m. and it was already past that. So we closed the festivities. Actually everybody was so hot that they were looking forward to some real action, including Chavi Bhabhi. Neelu Didi had to go to her relatives’ place and had already left with Amit (who was hot for her). Ravi and KD promised to drop Sona and Rupa, but before they left they told me they would be back within an hour, so I should be ready for their joint assault.
Neelu Didi had arrived with her husband and was given a traditional welcome with gallis by our bhabhis. Her husband was called by his initials — KD. Neelu Didi spotted me, rushed over, and hugged me hard. As expected, the first thing her hands measured were my boobs.
She exclaimed, “Wow, your choonchis are really mast!”
I thanked her, saying, “Didi, it was because of you, my Guru ji.”
She laughed and said, “Now your Jiju KD will come and take bur dakshina — I mean Guru dakshina — from you.”
I quizzed her, “And what were you doing? We were all waiting for both of you.”
She laughed and replied, squeezing my choonchi, “Arre, what was I doing? I was doing chudai with your Jiju for the last 20 days — uninterrupted, five times a day.”
I asked, “And how is he?”
Her laughter continued as she said, still squeezing my choonchi, “You really want to know how HIS is? Let me tell you — it is longer than usual, but what makes even chinars like me devour it is its thickness. It is really thick — thicker than anything your choot would have devoured till now.”
(I got a little afraid, but I remembered what Mummy had told me before I left with my groom. Patting my choot, she had said, “Banno, such big babies come out of this choot, and no lund can ever be even a patch on the size of those babies. So you must have full faith that your choot will gulp it smilingly. Yes, there will be pain, but that is the real joy. Most of the pain is in the mind. If a girl says she is too tight or cannot take a lund because it is too thick, my advice is that she is being a chinar and she should be fucked hard. So go ahead and enjoy. Just spread your legs as much as possible, and there should be desire — to enjoy and to give enjoyment to the lund that is doing chudai.”)
“And he is not one of those polite types,” Neelu Didi continued. “He likes chudai and he likes it raw and rough. Two more things — as he has seen your picture, he got aroused, and he also knows that it was he who should have split and torn your kunwari bur. Therefore his thick lund is in a raging mood to do jabardast chudai of your choot. And secondly, for the last two days I have been going through ‘those’ days, so he is on a fast.”
I cut her short, giggling, and told her, “Don’t bother, Didi — he will have a feast after.”
Dulari’s voice was very loud, and her words made me look towards Jiju. I could hear:
“Unche chabootra pe baith, KD saala kare apni behan ka mol,
Arre Divya ka maange 5 rupaya, Mona meri anmol,
Arre Mona ke jobana ka, unki choonchi ka maange 5 rupiya,
Aur choot hai badi anmol…
Arre nandoi saale khaye apni bahna ki chudai, apni Mona ki chudai,
Arre vo to maraye gaand, KD saala bhandua hai.”
(Sitting on a pedestal, KD is haggling for his sisters; he is asking 5 Rs for Divya and says Mona is priceless. He asks for 5 Rs for Mona’s boobs and says her cunt is priceless. Oh husband of my sister-in-law, you are living on the earnings of your sister Mona’s fucking and you too are getting buggered — KD is a pimp.)
KD Jiju was very tall, just like a hunk, with very broad shoulders and powerful limbs. I knew any girl would love to melt in his arms. He crossed the barrage of his salhajs and came towards me. Neelu Didi tried to introduce me, but he said he could smell me from a distance. He hugged me hard, and when he released me, I teasingly dropped my anchal, showing my proud joban peeping from my low-cut choli. He was breathless. He jested, “Are they real?” Now I let my pallu go down fully, exposing my joban. Amazingly he questioned again, “Are they real?” I jested, “Pakad kar dekh lijiye,” and he did not need a second invitation. He grabbed my choonchi.
Meanwhile Madhu Bhabhi too arrived there. She goaded him, “Arre Nandoi ji, sirf ek kyon — dono pakad lijiye.” He caught Madhu Bhabhi’s choonchi too and squeezed it hard.
Dulari teased him, “Arre, this is the advantage of sasural — chahe saali ki choonchi pakdo ya salhaj ki.”
He said, “Yes, yahan to saaliyan hain ya salhaj.” Meanwhile Mummy dropped in and, joining in the spirit, bantered, “Hey, don’t forget Saas. But if damads do what you are doing with salhaj and saali, Saas to will not mind.” Everybody joined in laughter.
Soon Ravi Jiju joined us and both of them started teasing me. I too responded, saying, “You never know — the real owner may come tonight.”
Both of them said in unison, “He was a trespasser. Beautiful property which we should have enjoyed first — he got.”
Ravi Jiju told KD about our talk — how Ravi Jiju would bugger my hubby — and KD burst into laughter. He said, “Hey, I will join too,” and moving towards me he added, “Saali ji, aapki to aaj sandwich banani hi hai. Even if your hubby turns up, he will be no match for our joint strength. So maximum he can do is get buggered and watch our pretty saali get buggered and fucked together. Saali ji, aap dar to nahin rahi?”
I put my hands below my boobs, pushing them out further, and challenged both my Jijus, “Hey, kaun saali darti hai? Dekh lungi aap dono logon ko saath-saath.”
There was a phone call and Rashmi Bhabhi called me inside. After talking for some time, when I came out I had a long face.
“What happened?” everybody asked.
I did not answer, but Rashmi Bhabhi spoke, smiling, “Bad news for Rinu but good for her Jijas. Her hubby is not coming today.”
Ravi and KD consoled me, “Arre, we are there and you will treat us as your hubby. Cheenu is not here and Neelu is out of action, so just smile.”
I showed a weak smile, but KD Jiju tickled me and I giggled.
“So this good news for us will last how long?” I smiled and said, “Not much. His train for today was cancelled due to fog, but he will catch another train in the morning and be here by evening. We will have to leave early the day after tomorrow morning.”
“Saali is very smart — she is giving us a hint: make hay while the sun shines. So tonight is the time,” commented KD.
“No, I never meant that.” But both of them hugged me and kissed me on either cheek, cupping my boobs. Before things could warm up further, there was the voice of Mausa ji looking for Ravi with a new set of instructions, and he had to leave. Neelu Didi too left to meet some of her local relatives with her husband.
In the evening we all reached the reception venue in time. I was dressed in a pink choli and skirt-like lehnga. My choli had only one string to tie it and was more exposing than hiding my breasts. Of course I had a chunri, which only accentuated the peaks and inflamed the desire of onlookers. Along with Madhu Bhabhi and Adi, I was receiving the guests. Madhu Bhabhi, in a traditional sari tied below her navel and partly concealing her joban, and Adi, in a tight top and short skirt, were really looking exciting. Ravi Jiju was also there with us, welcoming guests. We were hugging, kissing, smooching, and sometimes even lightly squeezing the breasts of guests.
Gita came in a tight suit, but her teen boobs were well covered under her dupatta. Adi pulled it off and handed it to me; from me it passed to Madhu Bhabhi and soon disappeared. I and Adi cupped her breasts and, showing them to her brother Ravi Jiju, teased him, “See how beautiful are the kabootars of my nanad.”
Long-legged, big-boobed barmaids were ensuring that everybody got his or her drink. We had decided that the success of the party depended upon how much everybody enjoyed, but the enjoyment of males depended upon female company and to what extent they went. And one good way of making females let their hair (and defences) down was to make them inebriated and draw them to the dance floor.
There was wine, cherry, and other drinks for ladies, being served by tall, lanky boys dressed in tight, skin-hugging outfits. Still, some of them were playing hard to get, and for that Rashmi Bhabhi and Adi had planned to spike their drinks. Those girls who were finicky or trying to stay away from boys were especially targeted and made to lose almost all control.
I saw Sona and Rupa and pointed them out to Jiju, who became a 1000-watt bulb. He shook hands with them, and I went and whispered something to Adi. She went ahead and took charge of them. They even refused to go near the bar, but Adi brought some cans of Coke (already laced liberally), broke the seal in front of them, took one herself, and gave one to me. Now Sona and Rupa took their cans and guzzled them. Ravi Jiju was meandering around them. Neelu Didi and KD Jiju came, but they were herded towards Chavi Bhabhi and her hubby.
Suddenly I saw Amit Jiju, and he drew me towards the dance floor. Suddenly the music accelerated and the lights dimmed. We were dancing very fast, grinding our bodies against each other. I had given my chunri to Rashmi Bhabhi. Soon Amit’s fingers were sliding on my back, which was fully open in my backless choli. He gripped it and pulled me towards himself. Now my jobans were rubbing against his broad chest. My choli was not only backless and low-cut but had a lot of side exposure, which gave chance to Amit Jiju’s wandering fingers to cup my boobs directly. My tits responded by raising their heads. His other hand had grabbed my chootar and started caressing it slowly. The tempo of the dance changed, and soon his fingers were inside my lehnga, trying to caress both sides of my labia. The lights had dimmed, and using the chance, one of his fingers slid into my wet choot. I too responded by pressing his bulge hard. We kept on dancing, and he was finger-fucking me while cupping my choonchi. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly the music stopped and the lights came on. It was time to change partners.
I saw Adi and Madhu Bhabhi standing outside the dance area. I pulled them both and made Adi dance with Amit Jiju. Soon the music peaked again, and when I looked towards Amit, the scene was almost the same, with only the difference that Adi had replaced me. She too was enjoying his fingers and responding warmly. Looking at it, Madhu Bhabhi gripped me and started acting like a “male” dance partner, squeezing and cupping my boobs. I started rubbing my thighs against hers.
After the music changed, I went out to look after the guests. We made almost everybody dance. I saw Ravi Jiju and KD Jiju teasing Rashmi Bhabhi. I dragged them to the dance floor. By this time it was really crowded. There were many dance areas with pools of darkness in between, and there were certain dark areas outside which we called “cozy nooks for getting nookies.” And for the more adventurous, there were dark woods outside.
KD started dancing with Rashmi Bhabhi and Ravi Jiju was with me. By this time almost everybody was kissing, rubbing bodies, or squeezing. KD did not wait for the lights to go out — his fingers were already in. I could see, with a side glance, that Adi and Gita were dancing merrily with two friends of the groom — my brother. Ravi too was hugging me, and I was rubbing the front of his pants. Just before the lights dimmed, I saw both boys moving towards the woods, and Adi almost dragging Gita towards it. And this time Ravi not only shoved his fingers into my choot but his thumb was also following the rhythm of the music and rubbing my clit. My hands were now fully rubbing his lund. It went on and on.
In the next round we changed partners, and KD was bolder and more adventurous. Both KD and Ravi wanted to dance with Sona and Rupa, but they were shy. We came out of the dance floor and started chatting with them. Adi and Gita had come back, and Gita was looking like a cat that had just eaten the canary. I and Adi went to Sona and Rupa and asked them to dance. They were hesitant, but Adi told them it would be only a girls’ round. “I and Rinu Didi will dance with you two.”
We started dancing, and Adi took the initiative. She started grinding against Rupa, and by this time there was so much crowd that there was no way they could stop. I too started rubbing my boobs against Sona and soon discovered a positive response. I pushed her further close. My hands, caressing her inner thighs, went up and found her panty. I pushed it aside and slowly started teasing her labia. She was shaking, but with so much crowd pressure she could not evade me. I found some wetness, and the tip of my fingers parted her choot and touched the inner areas. My other hand entered her top and found her tits hard. Once I realised how hot she was, I squeezed her tits and pushed my fingers deeper. I smiled at Adi, who was giving the same treatment to Rupa. I pulled out Sona’s panty in one sweep, and when it came down I put my foot on it. We stopped for a minute, but I got it removed and started dancing again.
When the lights dimmed, KD and Ravi replaced us and soon were up to their tricks. Soon Rupa and Sona were enjoying it so much that they were stuck like glue with KD and Ravi. Madhu Bhabhi had to tell them that their Jiju was waiting for them. Our plan was to make Chavi Bhabhi dance with her nandoi. When Sona and Rupa came back to the dance area, we whisked Chavi Bhabhi away to dance with KD and Ravi. And everybody enjoyed it.
Mausa ji had imposed a curfew of 11 p.m. and it was already past that. So we closed the festivities. Actually everybody was so hot that they were looking forward to some real action, including Chavi Bhabhi. Neelu Didi had to go to her relatives’ place and had already left with Amit (who was hot for her). Ravi and KD promised to drop Sona and Rupa, but before they left they told me they would be back within an hour, so I should be ready for their joint assault.
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