Oh Bhabhi please. What, you want me to squeeze. and I increased pressure on her teen boobs over top. I started pulling her nipples too. Leave me, chodiye na, she tried to pull away but I grabbed her other boob too and pressed it teasingly. Aare naand rani aaj to upar se daba rahi hun kal holi main khol kar rangongi. ragdongi maslaungi aur tumhara man kare to tumhare’ din main bhaiya rat main sayyan’ se bhi maslva dungii. I joked. When I left her another lady quipped ‘ aare ye horn to dabane ke liye hi hain’. It was eve of Holi and we were teasing our nannd Anjali. She was a student of XII and has just crossed her 16van Basant. She was tall, slender with growing tennis balls size hard boobs and swaying hips. She was not only coy but tried to show her distaste for ribald jokes common between nannd -bhabhi and jija -salli. Last year when her jija tried to insert his hand and smear colors on her chunchee she rebuffed. But I decided at this holi she should be introduced to the joy of dart of cupid as my bhabhi has introduced it to me on a holi with my jija when I was just stepping on 16th year.
It was my first holi in sasural. Last year my hubby celebrated, holi at his sasural viz. my parents place and made her sallis, my sister Rima and her sahelis, test the taste of his huge pichkari. Even my bhabhi, Sudha bhabhi too was not spared and it was no holes barred holi for her. Now it was my turn at my sasural to play holi with my my nannds and devars. Rajiva’s bhabhi and my jhetahni Neera was only few years older than me and she was full of zest and fun. But her bhabhi, Chameli bhabhi was beyond comparison. She had a pure rural background and expert in singining sexiest Gallis. Anjali was Rajiva’s younger cousin sister and he has a cousin brother Ravi, mera chota devar. He was shy almost like a girl and was centre of our jokes. We were preparing gujhiya and other sweets for holi. Ravi asked ‘Bhabhi holi ke liye kitna rang lana hai.’ Chameli bhabhi immidiately retorted ‘adha kilo to tumhari behan Anjali ke bhonsde main chala jayega aur baaki tum dono ki gaand main.’ Ravi was nonplussed. I offered him a jar of Vaseline, and winked at him ‘devar ji holi ki tayai ke liye kuch aap laga lijiyega kuch Anjali ke, kal davane main phir dard nahin hoga.’ He tried to retort ‘Bhabhi dalunga to main, dalvanme ka kaam aap logon ka hai.’ Now Neera bhabhi spoke ‘vah to kal pata chalega ki kaun dalta hai aur kaun dalvata hai devar ji’ I pinhed his cheeks and told him, ‘come early by 8.00 in the morning as I want your hands should rub my chikna chikan gaal first’.
Rajiv, my hubby had gone to bed early. We took some time to complete our chores. Neera Bhabhi and Chameli bhabhi took the black of kadahi and went on toes to my bedroom. They slowly smeared his face and Neera bhabhi took out her big red bindi and applied it on his forehead, and sindoor between his maang. Chameli bhabhi pulled down his shorts and spread some color on his’ sleeping beauty’. When, they went away it was my turn. I stripped, pulled down his shorts only cloth he was wearing and started sucking his cock slowly. In no time it become erect. My tongue was gliding across his shaft feeling its hardness and my pink sensuous lips were squeezing rubbing, licking sucking his cock.Now, he was full awake. I looked at him and winked. I started caressing his both balls and with my long nails I was a drawing line stopping just short of his rear hole. He was squirming. Raising his hip shoving, pushing his cock further deep, right up to base of my slender throat, almost choking me but I kept the tempo. His cock was throbbing hard I could taste his pre-cum, but I slowly brought his cock out and only when tip of head was between my lips I stooped. He tried his best to push I did not buzz and when his passion started cooling down I started sucking with more vigor. Now my nails were not stopping short of his lund but caressing its rim I was making fleeting touches in hole itself.And this time when he started coming I did not stop. However, normally I used to swallow but this time I took his cock to a earthen pot (kulhar) and emptied it there. He kept on cumming I increased the pressure on cock squeezed his balls and it came with a big spurt. I went up to him and he cuddled me to his broad chest. His fingers were caressing my back and soon his lips devoured my erect nipples and started sucking. I could feel pressure of his warm and demanding lips on swell of my boobs, teeth pressing and trying to leave there marks around my nipples and tongue caressing, licking, flirting with my fully aroused tits with one hand I was caressing, squeezing his firm hips and my pussy was pressurizing his already stirring cock. I started pressing and in no time it was fully erect again. He came between my milky thighs and started rubbing his hard cock on my clit.
His one finger was pulling my erect aroused nipples and with other he was teasing my clit. I started pushing my hips but no avail. He spread my labia and pushed his cock but didn’t press further while his fingers were now rotating my clit very hard. Now I could not stop I scratched his back, pushed my hips and screamed, ‘chodo raja dho do meri choot phad do usko ohhh dal do apna mota lund mare rajaah’ And that was the thing he wanted. He started fucking me like a maniac He put me on all fours and started fucking me from my rear and squeezing my sexy boobs too, very hard. After some time we changed position and we were lying side-by-side facing each other and made love slowly. it took him some time, but when he came, he exploded. I kept my one leg over his waist and he didn’t pull out his cock even after coming and that way we slept, his both hands on my boobs and cock deep inside my pussy. Early morning it started waking up in my cunt. I moved my hips slowly, rotating my hips, squeezing his hard on between my cunt lips and it went on and again this time when he was on the verge of coming I withdrew it, and directed entire cum in that earthen pot (kulhar). He asked me,’ hey what is it, I smiled impishly and told, ‘for a special recipe’. I offered him milk, but unlike everyday it had a sedative and he slept, satiated after coming thrice. I slowly pushed him and removed bed sheet. I liked it along with his cloths and I checked that there was nothing he could cover himself with. I left my bra and panty with a note ‘ Your Dress for HOLI’. I came out and bolted the room from outside.
When I came out, I saw light in the room of my neighbour Rajan. Being younger to my hubby, and a padosi we had relationship of devar-bhabhi. He was of strong build and whenever I will stand in balcony he will make lewd gestures. One day he threw a flying kiss, I caught it opened top button of my blouse and kept it there. Next time he made a circle with thumb and index finger and inserted another finger showing ‘fucking’. I too responded by pushing my hip. Today being morning of holi, I decided to tease him and say good morning. When he came out, I caressesed my boobs, squeezed them and before he could come up with a response, I went ahead opened my nightie and showed my hard and firm chunchee, caressing it seductively and even pulled my nipples. He pulled out his massive erction from shorts. I looked at it and threw a flying kiss, took out my tongue teasing him and went down to finish morning chores with Neera and Chameli bhabhi.
We finished our work fast including preparation of color and other ‘preparations’ too. I decided to wear almost transparent pink saree and for blouse when I was looking through my old ones, I smiled, I took out a low cut tight back less choli. Only problem was it was 2 year old when I got married, and the size of my boobs went up from 34c to 36d in last two years. But still I tried and with two buttons open I could wear it. Only thing was that my nearly half of mast joban was visible and even a slight bend will make my nipples also visible. I made even Neera bhabhi wear a very low cut choli. Chameli bhabi was even most daring She put on a light yellow saree and a very tight white blouse without bra.She pinched at my tits and asked ‘ kyon taiyar ho devaron se dalvane ke liye’, I too pinched at her hard nipples, clearly seen from white blouse, and said ‘aur aap bhi to taiyar hain maire saiyan se maslavane ragadvane ke liye’.
It was not even 8.00 yet, but bell rung. I opened the door and here it was Ravi, my chota sharmila devar clad in a red T-shirt and hip hugging tight jeans. I pinched at his ‘gore gore gaal ‘and said ‘taiyar ho dalvane ke liye’ Chameli Bhabhi too caressed his gaal and said ‘maal to bada namkin hai’. Neera Bhabhi rebuked us and said you will only be teasing him or offer him something to eat. Chameli bhabhi came with a plate of gujhiya and a glass of thandai and of course both were laced with liberal dose of bhang. He told me ‘Bhabhi meri pichkari poori tayar hai.’ I asked ‘are kuch rang hamare liye bacha rakha hai ya sab meri nannd Anjali ke bil main daal dya hai’. He blushed. I bend to offer sweets and more by design, my anchal drooped down. He could not only see my sexy boobs but even my erect inviting nipples too. I joked ” sirph dekhne ke liye’ he also retortrd, ‘ but I thought at least to day choone pakdne maslne ko bhi milega.’ I winked and said, pahle moonh kholo and as soon he opned his mouth, I shoved a bhang laced gunjhia. Chameli Bhabhi too made him drink a glass of thandai fully laced with bhang. One more was offered by Neera bhabhi, and Chameli bhabhi gave a choice ‘kha lo devar ji varna niche vale ched se ghosana padega’ and poor Ravi had to devour that also.
I went to angan and picked up my pichkari, filled with color and challenged him ‘aa jao anjali ke yyar dekhten meri chinar nannd ne kya sikhya hai.’ He came to grab me, but I emptied my pichkari focussing on his ‘third leg’. Neera and Chameli Bhabhi too emptied bucket full of color on him.
It was my first holi in sasural. Last year my hubby celebrated, holi at his sasural viz. my parents place and made her sallis, my sister Rima and her sahelis, test the taste of his huge pichkari. Even my bhabhi, Sudha bhabhi too was not spared and it was no holes barred holi for her. Now it was my turn at my sasural to play holi with my my nannds and devars. Rajiva’s bhabhi and my jhetahni Neera was only few years older than me and she was full of zest and fun. But her bhabhi, Chameli bhabhi was beyond comparison. She had a pure rural background and expert in singining sexiest Gallis. Anjali was Rajiva’s younger cousin sister and he has a cousin brother Ravi, mera chota devar. He was shy almost like a girl and was centre of our jokes. We were preparing gujhiya and other sweets for holi. Ravi asked ‘Bhabhi holi ke liye kitna rang lana hai.’ Chameli bhabhi immidiately retorted ‘adha kilo to tumhari behan Anjali ke bhonsde main chala jayega aur baaki tum dono ki gaand main.’ Ravi was nonplussed. I offered him a jar of Vaseline, and winked at him ‘devar ji holi ki tayai ke liye kuch aap laga lijiyega kuch Anjali ke, kal davane main phir dard nahin hoga.’ He tried to retort ‘Bhabhi dalunga to main, dalvanme ka kaam aap logon ka hai.’ Now Neera bhabhi spoke ‘vah to kal pata chalega ki kaun dalta hai aur kaun dalvata hai devar ji’ I pinhed his cheeks and told him, ‘come early by 8.00 in the morning as I want your hands should rub my chikna chikan gaal first’.
Rajiv, my hubby had gone to bed early. We took some time to complete our chores. Neera Bhabhi and Chameli bhabhi took the black of kadahi and went on toes to my bedroom. They slowly smeared his face and Neera bhabhi took out her big red bindi and applied it on his forehead, and sindoor between his maang. Chameli bhabhi pulled down his shorts and spread some color on his’ sleeping beauty’. When, they went away it was my turn. I stripped, pulled down his shorts only cloth he was wearing and started sucking his cock slowly. In no time it become erect. My tongue was gliding across his shaft feeling its hardness and my pink sensuous lips were squeezing rubbing, licking sucking his cock.Now, he was full awake. I looked at him and winked. I started caressing his both balls and with my long nails I was a drawing line stopping just short of his rear hole. He was squirming. Raising his hip shoving, pushing his cock further deep, right up to base of my slender throat, almost choking me but I kept the tempo. His cock was throbbing hard I could taste his pre-cum, but I slowly brought his cock out and only when tip of head was between my lips I stooped. He tried his best to push I did not buzz and when his passion started cooling down I started sucking with more vigor. Now my nails were not stopping short of his lund but caressing its rim I was making fleeting touches in hole itself.And this time when he started coming I did not stop. However, normally I used to swallow but this time I took his cock to a earthen pot (kulhar) and emptied it there. He kept on cumming I increased the pressure on cock squeezed his balls and it came with a big spurt. I went up to him and he cuddled me to his broad chest. His fingers were caressing my back and soon his lips devoured my erect nipples and started sucking. I could feel pressure of his warm and demanding lips on swell of my boobs, teeth pressing and trying to leave there marks around my nipples and tongue caressing, licking, flirting with my fully aroused tits with one hand I was caressing, squeezing his firm hips and my pussy was pressurizing his already stirring cock. I started pressing and in no time it was fully erect again. He came between my milky thighs and started rubbing his hard cock on my clit.
His one finger was pulling my erect aroused nipples and with other he was teasing my clit. I started pushing my hips but no avail. He spread my labia and pushed his cock but didn’t press further while his fingers were now rotating my clit very hard. Now I could not stop I scratched his back, pushed my hips and screamed, ‘chodo raja dho do meri choot phad do usko ohhh dal do apna mota lund mare rajaah’ And that was the thing he wanted. He started fucking me like a maniac He put me on all fours and started fucking me from my rear and squeezing my sexy boobs too, very hard. After some time we changed position and we were lying side-by-side facing each other and made love slowly. it took him some time, but when he came, he exploded. I kept my one leg over his waist and he didn’t pull out his cock even after coming and that way we slept, his both hands on my boobs and cock deep inside my pussy. Early morning it started waking up in my cunt. I moved my hips slowly, rotating my hips, squeezing his hard on between my cunt lips and it went on and again this time when he was on the verge of coming I withdrew it, and directed entire cum in that earthen pot (kulhar). He asked me,’ hey what is it, I smiled impishly and told, ‘for a special recipe’. I offered him milk, but unlike everyday it had a sedative and he slept, satiated after coming thrice. I slowly pushed him and removed bed sheet. I liked it along with his cloths and I checked that there was nothing he could cover himself with. I left my bra and panty with a note ‘ Your Dress for HOLI’. I came out and bolted the room from outside.
When I came out, I saw light in the room of my neighbour Rajan. Being younger to my hubby, and a padosi we had relationship of devar-bhabhi. He was of strong build and whenever I will stand in balcony he will make lewd gestures. One day he threw a flying kiss, I caught it opened top button of my blouse and kept it there. Next time he made a circle with thumb and index finger and inserted another finger showing ‘fucking’. I too responded by pushing my hip. Today being morning of holi, I decided to tease him and say good morning. When he came out, I caressesed my boobs, squeezed them and before he could come up with a response, I went ahead opened my nightie and showed my hard and firm chunchee, caressing it seductively and even pulled my nipples. He pulled out his massive erction from shorts. I looked at it and threw a flying kiss, took out my tongue teasing him and went down to finish morning chores with Neera and Chameli bhabhi.
We finished our work fast including preparation of color and other ‘preparations’ too. I decided to wear almost transparent pink saree and for blouse when I was looking through my old ones, I smiled, I took out a low cut tight back less choli. Only problem was it was 2 year old when I got married, and the size of my boobs went up from 34c to 36d in last two years. But still I tried and with two buttons open I could wear it. Only thing was that my nearly half of mast joban was visible and even a slight bend will make my nipples also visible. I made even Neera bhabhi wear a very low cut choli. Chameli bhabi was even most daring She put on a light yellow saree and a very tight white blouse without bra.She pinched at my tits and asked ‘ kyon taiyar ho devaron se dalvane ke liye’, I too pinched at her hard nipples, clearly seen from white blouse, and said ‘aur aap bhi to taiyar hain maire saiyan se maslavane ragadvane ke liye’.
It was not even 8.00 yet, but bell rung. I opened the door and here it was Ravi, my chota sharmila devar clad in a red T-shirt and hip hugging tight jeans. I pinched at his ‘gore gore gaal ‘and said ‘taiyar ho dalvane ke liye’ Chameli Bhabhi too caressed his gaal and said ‘maal to bada namkin hai’. Neera Bhabhi rebuked us and said you will only be teasing him or offer him something to eat. Chameli bhabhi came with a plate of gujhiya and a glass of thandai and of course both were laced with liberal dose of bhang. He told me ‘Bhabhi meri pichkari poori tayar hai.’ I asked ‘are kuch rang hamare liye bacha rakha hai ya sab meri nannd Anjali ke bil main daal dya hai’. He blushed. I bend to offer sweets and more by design, my anchal drooped down. He could not only see my sexy boobs but even my erect inviting nipples too. I joked ” sirph dekhne ke liye’ he also retortrd, ‘ but I thought at least to day choone pakdne maslne ko bhi milega.’ I winked and said, pahle moonh kholo and as soon he opned his mouth, I shoved a bhang laced gunjhia. Chameli Bhabhi too made him drink a glass of thandai fully laced with bhang. One more was offered by Neera bhabhi, and Chameli bhabhi gave a choice ‘kha lo devar ji varna niche vale ched se ghosana padega’ and poor Ravi had to devour that also.
I went to angan and picked up my pichkari, filled with color and challenged him ‘aa jao anjali ke yyar dekhten meri chinar nannd ne kya sikhya hai.’ He came to grab me, but I emptied my pichkari focussing on his ‘third leg’. Neera and Chameli Bhabhi too emptied bucket full of color on him.