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My Horny Bhabhi’s Fuck

My Bhabhi liked me very much, because I was the only one to whom she could talk in home when brother was away on duty or touring. She looked after me very affectionately and gave me every emotional support and care, and I felt at ease even in my parents’ absence. She was very nice to me. She called me ‘Lala’ which means brother-in-law. I always liked her proximity, as she was so beautiful with long black hair, fair skin, about 5′5″ and a nice figure. Her bust size must have been around 38. I liked to see the shape of her boobs and was always seeking chances to get a glimpse of her mammary glands whenever she bent forward and the Pallu of her Sari slid off. This incident occurred when my brother had to go on a business tour for the first time after marriage. Parents had gone to visit Haridwar on pilgrimage for a month and Bhabhi was carrying out the responsibility of running the house.

Brother told me to stay home most of the time studying as my exams were approaching and by so Bhabhi will also not feel lonely. Next day he caught the first bus and went off on his journey. We both went to see him off at the bus-stand. Bhabhi was very happy that day. When we reached home she called me in her room and said that I should sleep in her room for the time my brother was away. She told me to take my books there to study. I was so happy to hear that and immediately shifted my study table and some books in her room. She cooked and we ate. Then she gave me fruits to eat. While giving me the fruits, she squeezed my hand in a passionate manner and smiled. I blushed as I sensed this smile was different from the usual one. This was a mischievous smile. After dinner she went to her bed and I went to my study table. Those were summer days and it was quite hot that day. I put off my shirt and banyan and sat there only in trousers. There was a mirror on the wall above the table and I was watching Bhabhi in the mirror. She was removing her sari and then she looked towards me. She could not think that I was watching her reflection. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I saw her well-developed breasts partially held by the while laced bra. Her boobs were extra large and the brassier she wore was not able to hold them properly. She went to the bed and lay on it flat, covered her breasts with a see through dupatta. For a second I desired to look at her but then thought it was not good to do so and I kept my eyes on my book. She was sleeping. Dupatta gave way and now her round and solid breasts were clearly visible, moving up and down as she was taking deep breaths. It was almost 12 p.m. when I closed my book and was about to put off the lights when I suddenly heard her low vibrating voice. ‘Lala, yahan aao.’ I stepped towards her.
She had, by now covered her breasts again with the dupatta. ‘Kya hai Bhabhi ?’ I said politely. ‘Lala, mere saath soo jao na. Hum thodi der baat karenge phir tum apne bister pe jaake soo jaana.’ She suggested. First I hesitated and then agreed. I used to sleep with my undy only, and now I was feeling difficulty in sleeping with trousers. She guessed very correctly and to my astonishment she said, ‘Koi baat nahi, Lala. Tum apni pant utaar do aur jaise roj sote ho waise hi mere paas so jaao. Sharmao mat. Aao na.’ I couldn’t believe my luck. Switching the light off and putting the night lamp on, I went to the bed beside her. I was now lying down next to the half-naked body I kept admiring for months. I could clearly see her boobs from an angle where they looked almost naked as only a small portion covered by her bra. The view was fantastic. ‘Itne mahino se mai akeli kabhi soi nahi na, is liye ab aadat nahi hai akele sone ki.’ She explained. ‘Aur mai kabhi kisi ke saath is tarah soya nahi.’ I could hardly find words. ‘Anubhav le lena chahiye. Kaam aayega,’ she giggled and held my hand slowly pulling it towards her. She then placed it on her thumping breasts. My breathing sped up. I could not speak a word but I kept my hand as it was placed. ‘Mujhe yahan kuchh khuja raha hai. Thoda sahalao na.’ I started rubbing her breasts from above her bra. She took my hand and pushed it under the cup of the bra. I inserted my hand all the way inside the bra and started rubbing the flesh vigorously. My palm felt her chuchchi (nipple) getting hard. The feel of the soft flesh was great but at the same time I was having some difficulty in moving my hand inside the bra cup.

Suddenly she turned her back to me and said, ‘Lala, ye angiya (bra) ki hook khol do.’ I obeyed and with trembling hands removed the catch of the brassier, which she pulled off her body and threw it on the floor. She took my hands and placed them again on her bare chhati and said, ‘Thoda aur dabao na.’ I, in a fit of excitement, went on to enjoy playing with her milk-pots. They were round, big and firm with dark brown inch-long nipples. First time I had touched the soft roundness of a fully-grown woman. Bhabhi was also enjoying my kneading and squeezing of her breasts. My lund was getting hard. I was wearing only the underwear and my 7.5″ lund was now forcing its way out. I got full erection. As I was playing with her boobs and nipples, I had come close to her body and was slightly on my side. That made my lund to poke in her thigh. She all of a sudden said, ‘Lala, ye meri tangon ko kya chubh raha hai?’ I was getting bolder now, ‘Yeh mera hathiyaar hai. Tumne bhaiya ka to dekha hoga na?’ ‘Haath laga ke dekhun?’ she asked but before I could reply she placed her hand on the bulge and felt my erect lund. She closed her fingers around the length and held it tight. ‘Baap re! Ye to bahut kadak hai,’ she said and turned towards me. She slid her hand inside the underwear and took my throbbing lund out from above the elastic waistband. Gripping it, she moved her hand along the length of the shaft down pulling the foreskin and bringing the supada (cock-head) out in the clear. She stared at the size and shape of my lund in astonishment. ‘Lala! Kahan chhupa ke rakha tha ise itne din?’ she asked. ‘Yahin to tha tumhare saamne. Magar tumne kabhi dhyaan hi nahi diya.’ ‘Mujhe kya pata tha tumhara itna bada hai. Chhote bhai ka lauda bade bhai ke lauday se bada ho sakta hai maine socha bhi nahin tha.’ I was both surprised and amused by her bindaas language when she used the word ‘lauda’ for the cock. She was squeezing and pulling my lund hard in her hand. She then pulled her petticoat above her waist and started rubbing my erect lund between her legs. She turned towards me for better grip of my lund. Her boobs were close to my face.

I was pressing both of them together with my hands. Suddenly she smashed her breasts in my face and said, ‘inko chooso, mu me leke.’ I took a mouthful of her left doodh and sucked it hard. Released it for a moment and said, ‘mai hamesha tumhare blouse me kase tumhare mamme dekhta aur hairan hota. Unko chhune ki tamanna karta aur choosne ki kalpana karta. Tum nahi jaanti Bhabhi, mere lund ko kitna pareshaan kiya hai tumne.’ ‘Achha? To phir aaj apni kalpana ko roop dedo. Jee bhar ke chooso aur dabao.’ My tongue could feel her hard nipple. I twirled my tongue around her jutting nipples. Then I took her right doodh in my mouth and gave it the same treatment. I was gripping both her mangoes in my hands and sucking them one by one so as to squeeze all the aamras from them. She was pulling at my lund and was snuggling close to me. She put her left leg on my thigh and brought my lund between her legs. I could feel some silky sensation between her legs, which was nothing but her pubic zone. She was not wearing panties! The tip of my lund was wandering in the jungle of pubic hair. I was loosing my patience. ‘Bhabhi, mujhe kuchh ho raha hai….mai apne aape me nahi hun. Please mujhe batao mai kya karoon?’ I heard myself saying. ‘Tumne kabhi kisi ladki ko choda nahi aaj tak?’ ‘Nahi.’ ‘Itna tagda lauda leke bhi kuchh nahi kiya? Kitne dukh ki bat hai. Shaadi tak aise hi rahna chahte ho kya?’ What could I say? I found no words and kept looking at her. She brought her face close to mine and whispered, “apni Bhabhi ko chodoge?” “K.kyun nahin..” I managed to say with dry throat. She smiled seductively and releasing my lund said, “theek hai. Apni chaddi utaar ke poore nange ho jaao.” I got gown from the cot and took my underwear off. With my lund standing erect I stood there fully nude in front of my half nude Bhabhi. She leered at my manhood and then pulled the string of her pettycoat to loosen it. “ise bhi utaar do!” I tugged at her only garment and it came off as she raised her hips. She spread her legs and I got a good view of her exposed choot surrounded by her small ‘jhaant ke baal’. I was so excited to see her nude body glistening in the dim light, lying there showing all her body parts like a goddess of chudaai. Then she told me to climb her. I came on top of her. She put her arms around my shoulder and embraced me. Our bodies met. My lund was poking her flesh, her boobs were getting crushed under my chest and our lips met. We kissed tenderly for the first time and then passionately.

I rubbed my lips and cheeks all over her face roughly. Moving her hands from my back and shoulder she held my head and pushed it downwards. I brought my lips from her lips to her chin, throat, shoulders and her boobs. I took them in my mouth and sucked her nipples. I went on to play with them once again nibbling, squeezing and kneading them. She rotated lower part of her body to wriggle it out from mine. With our legs diverging from each other she put her right hand under my body and reached for my tool. She clutched it and started jerking it. Then with her left hand she took my right hand and brought it between her legs. As my right hand found her choot she rubbed it over her clit. Taking the cue from her I started rubbing her choot as I continued sucking her doodhs.
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