28-03-2026, 09:55 PM
Concluding Part
I was sitting with Jija and Jiju. Adi, Madhu Bhabhi, and Basanti were also there, teasing me about waiting for my hubby. Jiju pulled me into his lap and hugged me hard. Squeezing my choonchi, he said, “Let your hubby come, but you will stay in my lap only.”
The doorbell rang, and my heart said it must be him. His youngest saali, Adi, went ahead to open the door. Jiju tightened his grip on my joban, but behold — when the door opened, it was Cheenu Didi. I could hardly recognise her. She was totally transformed. Her breasts had got a lift (and maybe some silicon), and a few inches more and she would have challenged Pam. She was dressed in a tight top and a skirt. She looked straight out of a Playboy centrefold. Her hips had also broadened, but the most important change was her attitude. I went ahead and hugged her, and without wasting a moment she rubbed her boobs against mine and kissed my cheeks.
Hiding behind her was my hubby, whom Adi grabbed. I introduced her: “Your chhoti saali.” He pressed her small choonchis.
Cheenu Didi enquired from me, “Ghonta Ravi ka maja loota mere mard ke saath?”
I replied, moving my eyes, “Kiska mard? Mere Jiju hain aur mera haq hai. But you tell — tumne mere mard ke saath to nahin?”
She pinched my chootar and said, “Kya pata, ho sakta hai.”
Our conversation stopped as my hubby was being welcomed with a barrage of gallis by his salhajs. Basanti was in the lead, singing:
“Aaya behan chod aaya…”
Rashmi Bhabhi too joined in: “Unki behna maange 4 aana, choonchi dabvane ka 8 aana, taang uthane ka 1 rupaya, raat chudvane ka.”
Even Adi had learned some gallis and was singing with gusto. But he kept on grabbing and cupping Adi, and Basanti hugged him from behind, starting to push as if she was buggering him. She taunted, “Itne din late aaye ho, apni behna ke bhonsade mein ghuse the kya? Chalo, late hone ki saza hai — late kar saari salhaj se gaand marvao.”
I left him to the mercy of his salhajs and took Cheenu Didi to Chavi Bhabhi. She was stunned to see the beauty of Chavi. After some jokes I asked again, “Hey, tell me how you and my hubby came together.”
She giggled and said, “Yes, we came together,” and that gave me sufficient hint. By then Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had joined, leaving my hubby with Adi, Basanti, and Gunja, who kept on teasing him. Madhu Bhabhi and Rashmi Bhabhi started their treatment, and Chavi Bhabhi joined in too.
Both Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had taken care of her top. They grabbed her choonchis and were doing ragdai-maslai, then went ahead to pinch her nipples hard. Chavi Bhabhi too had learned many tricks in our sangat. She lifted her skirt and shifted her panty to one side. Her two fingers slid inside in one shove, and she was rubbing her clit too. Soon Cheenu Didi confessed.
She told us that due to fog her flight arrived late and her train had left. When she reached the station, this train was also whistling. She boarded first AC, but the conductor told her that only a two-berth coupe was available, in which one person was already travelling. She had no choice. When the conductor took her to the coupe, she saw my hubby. Of course, Cheenu was so changed that he could not recognise her. They had met only a few times. Cheenu was given the upper berth. When the conductor left and he bolted the door from inside, Cheenu Didi blurted, “Will you mind going on top? I mean, I have no objection, but I feel lying down is better.” He laughed, and then she understood and blushed. She said, “I don’t mean that.” Now he was laughing and teasing. He asked, “I will take whatever position or place you suggest — just be comfortable.”
There was some problem with the blower and the coach was very cold. Cheenu Didi was dressed very inappropriately, and he offered her his coat. She just wanted to become comfortable and tried to drop a pill that would send her to sleep. But she had brought some female versions of Viagra, and in her hurry she popped that instead. She realised it, but by then it was melting in her blood. They sat close, and just to put his arm around her, my hubby placed his hand on her shoulders. One thing led to another, and soon she was in her most comfortable position — down, and my hubby was on top, as she had requested, but with his lund in her choot. A first AC coupe is a very strange place and makes strangers bedfellows, almost like politics. People know they are not going to meet after that night, they are safe from any interference, and while everybody else is trying hard to sleep, they are hard. Cheenu Didi admitted that she came three times before my hubby finally came. And soon it was followed by a second round.
After that they were tired and started asking each other’s names and where they were going, like co-passengers. Cheenu was surprised to learn that he was going to the same mohalla. Cheenu told him Mausa ji’s name and asked if the house he was going to was close. My hubby laughed and said he was going there only, and that his wife must be very angry that he could not reach his brother-in-law’s reception. Cheenu said she was also going there, and it was too much of a coincidence.
My hubby too got surprised and said, “You know my wife Rinu?” Now Cheenu teased him and said, “Thoda thoda.” She hugged him hard and said, “I’m Cheenu.” And it made my hubby bite her cheeks hard. To celebrate, they fucked again twice. Now there was no hurry as the train was running late. Now Cheenu sucked him hard. As I had been away for almost one week, my hubby was hungry and so was Cheenu. Cheenu told that my mard not only fucked her twice but buggered her also. And once she decided to dominate by going on top, as she was the elder saali.
Cheenu Didi had brought some interesting toys for Chavi Bhabhi. There were dildos and vibrators of various types, but the best were some double dildos and strap-ons. I tried a double dildo with Madhu Bhabhi. I pushed one part in me and shoved the tip into Madhu Bhabhi’s choot. Rashmi Bhabhi put the strap-on on Chavi Bhabhi and goaded her to try it with Cheenu Didi. And she rode her hard. Cheenu too was enjoying it. We were just teasing and playing with each other when we heard Mummy’s voice saying it was time for Madhu Bhabhi’s train. I pulled it out fast. Adi was ready with the luggage, and my hubby was following her like a lamb, as he had got a chhoti saali for the first time. The dildo which I had brought out from Madhu Bhabhi’s choot was kept in Adi’s bag, saying it was a gift from me. I invited both Madhu Bhabhi and Adi to visit us. Adi told me that during March, as there would be board exams, her college would be closed. As she was in Std XI, her exams would be held only in April, so she would have long Holi holidays. Holi was on 6th March this year, so maybe she could come then. Madhu Bhabhi also nodded and said that anyway her hubby would be away for a 10-day training trip, so both of them would come during Holi. They would arrive on the 4th and spend a week with us. I could see a bulge in my hubby’s pants, and Adi rubbing and teasing him, saying, “Jiju, aapki pichkari ka saara rang abki Holi mein nikaal lungi.” He went to drop them at the station.
Cheenu Didi was closeted with her hubby and my Jiju for a long time. I and Rashmi Bhabhi pulled them away. KD Jija was also eyeing Cheenu Didi and saying that he would get his pound of flesh tonight. Cheenu Didi laughed and said, “You can take all the flesh.” Most of the guests had gone, and it was decided that we would also leave the next day by the morning train. It was dinner time and galli time, and Basanti and Rashmi Bhabhi took the lead in abusing their nandoi. KD Jija was given gallis with the names of his sisters Saroj, Sunita, and Sarala. Basanti sang:
“Saroj Rani hain pakki chinar, unke ghar mein do dwar…
Ek jaaye aage, doosra peechhe…
Bacha nahi koi, nauan kanhaar.”
(Saroj, sister of KD, is a top slut. She has two doors — one in front and one behind. She has not left anybody — waterman, barber — everybody enjoys her.)
Rashmi Bhabhi targeted my hubby:
“Main tumse poochhoon, tumhari behna ke bil mein, tumhari Guddo ke bil mein, unki bur mein kya kya aaye…
Mohalle ke sab gadhe samaye, tumhare sab saale samaye.”
(I ask what your sister takes in her cunt, in her pussy — she takes the cocks of all the donkeys of her area, she devours the cocks of all your brother-in-laws.)
We all knew it was our last night together, and that made it very hot.
Cheenu was grabbed by my hubby and KD Jija, and just as I had been made to devour two lunds together the previous night, Cheenu was fucked and buggered.
But Ravi Jiju was luckier. I, along with Rashmi Bhabhi, provided him company for the night. Rashmi Bhabhi teased me, “Saliyon, kya tumhi Jiju ka maja le sakti ho? Salhaj ko nandoi ka lund nahin chahiye?”
I accepted, “Yes, she has as much right on her nandoi’s lund as I have on my Jija.”
Both of us stripped Ravi Jiju and kissed and licked his lund together. Rashmi Bhabhi would lick the balls and I would suck the shaft. Sometimes, like two sahelis sharing a lollipop, we would lick his supara together. We were kissing his asshole, rubbing his lund on our gore gore gaal, and Jiju could not take it any longer. He made me go on all fours, and with one shove his mighty lund was doing chudai of my bur. Rashmi Bhabhi was caressing my choonchi, pinching my tits, and goading her nandoi to fuck me hard. With so much teasing, Jiju was like a bull, and his lund was ramming my choot like a piston. My choot too was greedily squeezing and rubbing it, and I was moving my chootar. I must have come twice or thrice, but Jiju was not going to cum.
Rashmi Bhabhi, who was caressing his gaand, pushed her fingers inside hard. She started fucking him, and soon her finger pressed his pressure point and he came — no, he exploded. His lund kept on cumming, and it not only flooded my choot but my thighs were also drowned.
After that it was Rashmi Bhabhi’s turn. Jiju, while fucking her, tried to finger-fuck her big gaand, but Bhabhi protested too much. I winked at him and whispered to concentrate on fucking her choot. Now Jiju brought her almost to orgasm but stopped. He would flirt with her clit, pull her nipples, and rub her clit with the base of his lund. Now Bhabhi was begging for his lund. Jiju made her go on all fours and fucked her hard. I too was pulling her tits as if I was milking her. Bhabhi kept on coming, but Jiju continued her chudai unabated. She was exhausted, and only then he spilled. He came not only in her choot but brought out his lund and made her big choonchis white. I spread it around. Bhabhi was lying with Jiju’s cum in her cunt and on her thighs. I told Bhabhi that I could not let Jiju’s precious cum go to waste. I went over her and started lapping and licking her cum-filled choot. My fingers would caress her labia, and my tongue, with a silken touch, would just tease her choot. Soon she was mad. She was begging me to suck her hard, and who was I to deny my bhabhi? I parted her cunt lips and pushed my tongue deep. I was licking the walls of her choot, full of the feel of Jiju’s lund, making the taste double. Soon she too had started licking me, and we continued doing 69. When I paused for a breather and looked up, Jiju was sitting with his lund in full erection, looking at our Sapphic play. But his eyes were riveted on Bhabhi’s gaand. I knew what he wanted. I gave him a thumbs-up sign and pointed towards Bhabhi’s gaand. He nodded, smiling. Who was to deny Jiju? My tongue came out, and from rubbing her clit I went to her asshole. She was wriggling, but my tongue was teasing Bhabhi there. I took out a lot of saliva and let my tongue take it to Bhabhi’s asshole. At that time my fingers were rolling, pulling, and pinching her pink, swollen clit, so she was going mad. Bhabhi too was sucking my choot hard. I brought my tongue back to her choot and again pushed it in. I lubricated it with Bhabhi’s juices and Jiju’s cum still in Bhabhi’s choot and brought it back to Bhabhi’s gaand. After licking her there for some time, my fingers took charge, and I slowly pushed one finger in. Bhabhi was almost going berserk with my sucking and licking. Now my tongue was fucking her choot and my index finger was fucking her gaand. When she would be on the brink, I would lift my face from her choot, blow a bit, and start very slowly. But I realised the time was ripe. I took her clit between my lips and started sucking. I had called Jiju closer, whose lund was almost near Bhabhi’s gaand. My lips were sucking, nibbling; my tongue was flirting, and she was on the verge. I parted her gaand, and Jiju, now with his lund coated with Vaseline, pushed. I bit her clit and she came. And at the same time Jiju shoved his lund inside her gaand, tearing her sphincter. She could not do anything as my full weight was on her and with full force I was holding her chootar. Jiju too was holding her waist, and in the second attempt half of his lund was in. She was abusing me and screaming, “Chinar, khud to gadhe ka lund ghontati hai, abhi to meri gaand mein ungli bhi nahin gayi thi.” I was giggling and telling her, “Bhabhi, nandoi ka maja lena hai to poora lo na.” I began licking her softly, and Jiju was paying full attention to Bhabhi’s choonchis, with full knowledge that now his lund was securely riveted in her gaand and whatever wriggling she might do, she could not get it out. Bhabhi too reconciled and started enjoying her gaand marai. After waiting for some time, Jiju shoved his full lund and was buggering her in frenzy. I got up and was enjoying the view. Bhabhi started enjoying this new experience and soon was moaning. Jiju had started finger-fucking her with three fingers deep in her bur. It went on and on. When Jiju came, he again, after flooding her gaand, brought the rest of his cum on her choonchi.
And surprisingly, even Neelu Didi was not spared in spite of her condition. When KD was fucking Cheenu hard, my hubby came out to go to the bathroom, and Neelu Didi was coming out. Soon he not only made her suck him but fucked her sexy choonchis. Thus all of us enjoyed our Jijus.
The next day was time for parting. I winked at Ravi and said, “You promised something special for my hubby,” and they promised that next time it would surely be done. We all laughed except my poor hubby, who was saved. I invited Ravi Jiju to come to us, and my hubby too extended the invitation to Cheenu Didi. Ravi was looking forward to it and gladly accepted. Neelu Didi pinched me and said, “Chinalo, tum donon ne maja liya aur main hi bhukhi rah gayi.” My hubby told KD Jija, “Hey, why don’t you come along with Neelu too? First time all the sisters will be together for Holi.”
And KD, looking at me and Cheenu and understanding what chances Holi would bring, accepted, saying Holi was on 6th March and we would be there by 4th March on Thursday. I asked Chavi, “What is your programme? You will be coming back on the 3rd from your honeymoon.” My brother said, “Actually I have taken too much leave and I will be reporting back on the 4th, but that is a non-family station, so I cannot keep her there. We were thinking about it — maybe…” Chavi Bhabhi interjected and said, “Maybe I can go to my parents’ place.” We all laughed. Neelu Didi squeezed her choonchi and said, “Banno, bahut din tak bhaiyon se choonchi dabwaai — Holi mein.” I said, “Hey, why don’t you drop Chavi at my place? It is on your way too.” They agreed. Cheenu teased her, “Hey Bhabhi, teen nandoi se mukabla hoga.” I jested, “Ek aage se.” Neelu Didi said, “Doosra peechhe se.” And Rashmi Bhabhi completed, “Teesra munh mein.” And we all laughed. Chavi Bhabhi, becoming bold, said, “What do you feel — salhaj saali se kamzor nahin hoti?”
When we were going, Ravi Jiju whispered in my ears, “Jao jao, bhukhe sher se pala padega.” And I smiled, dreaming about the coming Holi on 6th March.
I was sitting with Jija and Jiju. Adi, Madhu Bhabhi, and Basanti were also there, teasing me about waiting for my hubby. Jiju pulled me into his lap and hugged me hard. Squeezing my choonchi, he said, “Let your hubby come, but you will stay in my lap only.”
The doorbell rang, and my heart said it must be him. His youngest saali, Adi, went ahead to open the door. Jiju tightened his grip on my joban, but behold — when the door opened, it was Cheenu Didi. I could hardly recognise her. She was totally transformed. Her breasts had got a lift (and maybe some silicon), and a few inches more and she would have challenged Pam. She was dressed in a tight top and a skirt. She looked straight out of a Playboy centrefold. Her hips had also broadened, but the most important change was her attitude. I went ahead and hugged her, and without wasting a moment she rubbed her boobs against mine and kissed my cheeks.
Hiding behind her was my hubby, whom Adi grabbed. I introduced her: “Your chhoti saali.” He pressed her small choonchis.
Cheenu Didi enquired from me, “Ghonta Ravi ka maja loota mere mard ke saath?”
I replied, moving my eyes, “Kiska mard? Mere Jiju hain aur mera haq hai. But you tell — tumne mere mard ke saath to nahin?”
She pinched my chootar and said, “Kya pata, ho sakta hai.”
Our conversation stopped as my hubby was being welcomed with a barrage of gallis by his salhajs. Basanti was in the lead, singing:
“Aaya behan chod aaya…”
Rashmi Bhabhi too joined in: “Unki behna maange 4 aana, choonchi dabvane ka 8 aana, taang uthane ka 1 rupaya, raat chudvane ka.”
Even Adi had learned some gallis and was singing with gusto. But he kept on grabbing and cupping Adi, and Basanti hugged him from behind, starting to push as if she was buggering him. She taunted, “Itne din late aaye ho, apni behna ke bhonsade mein ghuse the kya? Chalo, late hone ki saza hai — late kar saari salhaj se gaand marvao.”
I left him to the mercy of his salhajs and took Cheenu Didi to Chavi Bhabhi. She was stunned to see the beauty of Chavi. After some jokes I asked again, “Hey, tell me how you and my hubby came together.”
She giggled and said, “Yes, we came together,” and that gave me sufficient hint. By then Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had joined, leaving my hubby with Adi, Basanti, and Gunja, who kept on teasing him. Madhu Bhabhi and Rashmi Bhabhi started their treatment, and Chavi Bhabhi joined in too.
Both Madhu and Rashmi Bhabhi had taken care of her top. They grabbed her choonchis and were doing ragdai-maslai, then went ahead to pinch her nipples hard. Chavi Bhabhi too had learned many tricks in our sangat. She lifted her skirt and shifted her panty to one side. Her two fingers slid inside in one shove, and she was rubbing her clit too. Soon Cheenu Didi confessed.
She told us that due to fog her flight arrived late and her train had left. When she reached the station, this train was also whistling. She boarded first AC, but the conductor told her that only a two-berth coupe was available, in which one person was already travelling. She had no choice. When the conductor took her to the coupe, she saw my hubby. Of course, Cheenu was so changed that he could not recognise her. They had met only a few times. Cheenu was given the upper berth. When the conductor left and he bolted the door from inside, Cheenu Didi blurted, “Will you mind going on top? I mean, I have no objection, but I feel lying down is better.” He laughed, and then she understood and blushed. She said, “I don’t mean that.” Now he was laughing and teasing. He asked, “I will take whatever position or place you suggest — just be comfortable.”
There was some problem with the blower and the coach was very cold. Cheenu Didi was dressed very inappropriately, and he offered her his coat. She just wanted to become comfortable and tried to drop a pill that would send her to sleep. But she had brought some female versions of Viagra, and in her hurry she popped that instead. She realised it, but by then it was melting in her blood. They sat close, and just to put his arm around her, my hubby placed his hand on her shoulders. One thing led to another, and soon she was in her most comfortable position — down, and my hubby was on top, as she had requested, but with his lund in her choot. A first AC coupe is a very strange place and makes strangers bedfellows, almost like politics. People know they are not going to meet after that night, they are safe from any interference, and while everybody else is trying hard to sleep, they are hard. Cheenu Didi admitted that she came three times before my hubby finally came. And soon it was followed by a second round.
After that they were tired and started asking each other’s names and where they were going, like co-passengers. Cheenu was surprised to learn that he was going to the same mohalla. Cheenu told him Mausa ji’s name and asked if the house he was going to was close. My hubby laughed and said he was going there only, and that his wife must be very angry that he could not reach his brother-in-law’s reception. Cheenu said she was also going there, and it was too much of a coincidence.
My hubby too got surprised and said, “You know my wife Rinu?” Now Cheenu teased him and said, “Thoda thoda.” She hugged him hard and said, “I’m Cheenu.” And it made my hubby bite her cheeks hard. To celebrate, they fucked again twice. Now there was no hurry as the train was running late. Now Cheenu sucked him hard. As I had been away for almost one week, my hubby was hungry and so was Cheenu. Cheenu told that my mard not only fucked her twice but buggered her also. And once she decided to dominate by going on top, as she was the elder saali.
Cheenu Didi had brought some interesting toys for Chavi Bhabhi. There were dildos and vibrators of various types, but the best were some double dildos and strap-ons. I tried a double dildo with Madhu Bhabhi. I pushed one part in me and shoved the tip into Madhu Bhabhi’s choot. Rashmi Bhabhi put the strap-on on Chavi Bhabhi and goaded her to try it with Cheenu Didi. And she rode her hard. Cheenu too was enjoying it. We were just teasing and playing with each other when we heard Mummy’s voice saying it was time for Madhu Bhabhi’s train. I pulled it out fast. Adi was ready with the luggage, and my hubby was following her like a lamb, as he had got a chhoti saali for the first time. The dildo which I had brought out from Madhu Bhabhi’s choot was kept in Adi’s bag, saying it was a gift from me. I invited both Madhu Bhabhi and Adi to visit us. Adi told me that during March, as there would be board exams, her college would be closed. As she was in Std XI, her exams would be held only in April, so she would have long Holi holidays. Holi was on 6th March this year, so maybe she could come then. Madhu Bhabhi also nodded and said that anyway her hubby would be away for a 10-day training trip, so both of them would come during Holi. They would arrive on the 4th and spend a week with us. I could see a bulge in my hubby’s pants, and Adi rubbing and teasing him, saying, “Jiju, aapki pichkari ka saara rang abki Holi mein nikaal lungi.” He went to drop them at the station.
Cheenu Didi was closeted with her hubby and my Jiju for a long time. I and Rashmi Bhabhi pulled them away. KD Jija was also eyeing Cheenu Didi and saying that he would get his pound of flesh tonight. Cheenu Didi laughed and said, “You can take all the flesh.” Most of the guests had gone, and it was decided that we would also leave the next day by the morning train. It was dinner time and galli time, and Basanti and Rashmi Bhabhi took the lead in abusing their nandoi. KD Jija was given gallis with the names of his sisters Saroj, Sunita, and Sarala. Basanti sang:
“Saroj Rani hain pakki chinar, unke ghar mein do dwar…
Ek jaaye aage, doosra peechhe…
Bacha nahi koi, nauan kanhaar.”
(Saroj, sister of KD, is a top slut. She has two doors — one in front and one behind. She has not left anybody — waterman, barber — everybody enjoys her.)
Rashmi Bhabhi targeted my hubby:
“Main tumse poochhoon, tumhari behna ke bil mein, tumhari Guddo ke bil mein, unki bur mein kya kya aaye…
Mohalle ke sab gadhe samaye, tumhare sab saale samaye.”
(I ask what your sister takes in her cunt, in her pussy — she takes the cocks of all the donkeys of her area, she devours the cocks of all your brother-in-laws.)
We all knew it was our last night together, and that made it very hot.
Cheenu was grabbed by my hubby and KD Jija, and just as I had been made to devour two lunds together the previous night, Cheenu was fucked and buggered.
But Ravi Jiju was luckier. I, along with Rashmi Bhabhi, provided him company for the night. Rashmi Bhabhi teased me, “Saliyon, kya tumhi Jiju ka maja le sakti ho? Salhaj ko nandoi ka lund nahin chahiye?”
I accepted, “Yes, she has as much right on her nandoi’s lund as I have on my Jija.”
Both of us stripped Ravi Jiju and kissed and licked his lund together. Rashmi Bhabhi would lick the balls and I would suck the shaft. Sometimes, like two sahelis sharing a lollipop, we would lick his supara together. We were kissing his asshole, rubbing his lund on our gore gore gaal, and Jiju could not take it any longer. He made me go on all fours, and with one shove his mighty lund was doing chudai of my bur. Rashmi Bhabhi was caressing my choonchi, pinching my tits, and goading her nandoi to fuck me hard. With so much teasing, Jiju was like a bull, and his lund was ramming my choot like a piston. My choot too was greedily squeezing and rubbing it, and I was moving my chootar. I must have come twice or thrice, but Jiju was not going to cum.
Rashmi Bhabhi, who was caressing his gaand, pushed her fingers inside hard. She started fucking him, and soon her finger pressed his pressure point and he came — no, he exploded. His lund kept on cumming, and it not only flooded my choot but my thighs were also drowned.
After that it was Rashmi Bhabhi’s turn. Jiju, while fucking her, tried to finger-fuck her big gaand, but Bhabhi protested too much. I winked at him and whispered to concentrate on fucking her choot. Now Jiju brought her almost to orgasm but stopped. He would flirt with her clit, pull her nipples, and rub her clit with the base of his lund. Now Bhabhi was begging for his lund. Jiju made her go on all fours and fucked her hard. I too was pulling her tits as if I was milking her. Bhabhi kept on coming, but Jiju continued her chudai unabated. She was exhausted, and only then he spilled. He came not only in her choot but brought out his lund and made her big choonchis white. I spread it around. Bhabhi was lying with Jiju’s cum in her cunt and on her thighs. I told Bhabhi that I could not let Jiju’s precious cum go to waste. I went over her and started lapping and licking her cum-filled choot. My fingers would caress her labia, and my tongue, with a silken touch, would just tease her choot. Soon she was mad. She was begging me to suck her hard, and who was I to deny my bhabhi? I parted her cunt lips and pushed my tongue deep. I was licking the walls of her choot, full of the feel of Jiju’s lund, making the taste double. Soon she too had started licking me, and we continued doing 69. When I paused for a breather and looked up, Jiju was sitting with his lund in full erection, looking at our Sapphic play. But his eyes were riveted on Bhabhi’s gaand. I knew what he wanted. I gave him a thumbs-up sign and pointed towards Bhabhi’s gaand. He nodded, smiling. Who was to deny Jiju? My tongue came out, and from rubbing her clit I went to her asshole. She was wriggling, but my tongue was teasing Bhabhi there. I took out a lot of saliva and let my tongue take it to Bhabhi’s asshole. At that time my fingers were rolling, pulling, and pinching her pink, swollen clit, so she was going mad. Bhabhi too was sucking my choot hard. I brought my tongue back to her choot and again pushed it in. I lubricated it with Bhabhi’s juices and Jiju’s cum still in Bhabhi’s choot and brought it back to Bhabhi’s gaand. After licking her there for some time, my fingers took charge, and I slowly pushed one finger in. Bhabhi was almost going berserk with my sucking and licking. Now my tongue was fucking her choot and my index finger was fucking her gaand. When she would be on the brink, I would lift my face from her choot, blow a bit, and start very slowly. But I realised the time was ripe. I took her clit between my lips and started sucking. I had called Jiju closer, whose lund was almost near Bhabhi’s gaand. My lips were sucking, nibbling; my tongue was flirting, and she was on the verge. I parted her gaand, and Jiju, now with his lund coated with Vaseline, pushed. I bit her clit and she came. And at the same time Jiju shoved his lund inside her gaand, tearing her sphincter. She could not do anything as my full weight was on her and with full force I was holding her chootar. Jiju too was holding her waist, and in the second attempt half of his lund was in. She was abusing me and screaming, “Chinar, khud to gadhe ka lund ghontati hai, abhi to meri gaand mein ungli bhi nahin gayi thi.” I was giggling and telling her, “Bhabhi, nandoi ka maja lena hai to poora lo na.” I began licking her softly, and Jiju was paying full attention to Bhabhi’s choonchis, with full knowledge that now his lund was securely riveted in her gaand and whatever wriggling she might do, she could not get it out. Bhabhi too reconciled and started enjoying her gaand marai. After waiting for some time, Jiju shoved his full lund and was buggering her in frenzy. I got up and was enjoying the view. Bhabhi started enjoying this new experience and soon was moaning. Jiju had started finger-fucking her with three fingers deep in her bur. It went on and on. When Jiju came, he again, after flooding her gaand, brought the rest of his cum on her choonchi.
And surprisingly, even Neelu Didi was not spared in spite of her condition. When KD was fucking Cheenu hard, my hubby came out to go to the bathroom, and Neelu Didi was coming out. Soon he not only made her suck him but fucked her sexy choonchis. Thus all of us enjoyed our Jijus.
The next day was time for parting. I winked at Ravi and said, “You promised something special for my hubby,” and they promised that next time it would surely be done. We all laughed except my poor hubby, who was saved. I invited Ravi Jiju to come to us, and my hubby too extended the invitation to Cheenu Didi. Ravi was looking forward to it and gladly accepted. Neelu Didi pinched me and said, “Chinalo, tum donon ne maja liya aur main hi bhukhi rah gayi.” My hubby told KD Jija, “Hey, why don’t you come along with Neelu too? First time all the sisters will be together for Holi.”
And KD, looking at me and Cheenu and understanding what chances Holi would bring, accepted, saying Holi was on 6th March and we would be there by 4th March on Thursday. I asked Chavi, “What is your programme? You will be coming back on the 3rd from your honeymoon.” My brother said, “Actually I have taken too much leave and I will be reporting back on the 4th, but that is a non-family station, so I cannot keep her there. We were thinking about it — maybe…” Chavi Bhabhi interjected and said, “Maybe I can go to my parents’ place.” We all laughed. Neelu Didi squeezed her choonchi and said, “Banno, bahut din tak bhaiyon se choonchi dabwaai — Holi mein.” I said, “Hey, why don’t you drop Chavi at my place? It is on your way too.” They agreed. Cheenu teased her, “Hey Bhabhi, teen nandoi se mukabla hoga.” I jested, “Ek aage se.” Neelu Didi said, “Doosra peechhe se.” And Rashmi Bhabhi completed, “Teesra munh mein.” And we all laughed. Chavi Bhabhi, becoming bold, said, “What do you feel — salhaj saali se kamzor nahin hoti?”
When we were going, Ravi Jiju whispered in my ears, “Jao jao, bhukhe sher se pala padega.” And I smiled, dreaming about the coming Holi on 6th March.
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