Sister and Bhabhi at same time

 

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Let me begin at the beginning.

I was the only child of my parents. Both of them died in a freak accident when I was ten years old. My uncle, the younger brother of my father took me under his wings. We had lots of land for farming which my uncle managed for me till I was 18, His wife, my aunt did not allow me to feel the absence of my real mother.

After puberty I grew fast, physically as well as mentally. I did not care about unasked for advice, opinions and such. I wanted to try out myself before accepting anything new. Hence I was considered headstrong and stubborn. The only person who could understand me was my cousin Basant. He was two years younger than me but as we grew we became more than close friends.

Six months before my 18h birthday I requested my uncle to hand over my land and business affairs to me. I took over and started life of my own. However I continued living with my uncle’s family for a couple of years and then moved to a separate home. The new home required a housewife and hence I married Manjula, my present wife.

There was a period of six months between our betrothal and actual marriage. Once during that time I was invited to spend a week with the family of my future in laws. The occasion was a marriage of one of the several cousins of Manjula.

My father in law had a huge four-storied building to live in. On the second day of my visit while I was resting after lunch on the fourth floor a lady came in to see me. She was Indumati, a well preserved woman of 35, wife of Manjula’s elder brother, her Bhabhi. Manjula was her nanad and I her younger Nanadoi.

The relationship between Bhabhi and Nanadoi is peculiar. Most of the time there is joking, leg pulling and verbal exchange, all within the limits of decency. At times there is verbal flirting using words with double meanings and sexual innuendos. In some cases there is clandestine sex, which, usually the other members of the family are aware of but turn a blind eye to them. Society also looks upon them with an indulgent eye.

After usual greetings she asked me, “Do you know me?”

I did not, and said so.

She smiled a sweet smile and said, “I am the wife of your elder brother-in-law, Amaratlal. Indu Bhabhi. Mata Ji has told me to look after your comfort. So, here I am. Let me know if you need anything. Please don’t feel restricted.”

I said, “Good, Thanks.” Deep silence followed.

Meanwhile, I noticed that she had a nice pair of breasts. Even though they were fully covered with the pallu of her sari they had provocative juggle. May be she was not wearing a bra. I was starting on the track of libidinous thoughts when, with a sweet smile on her lips and glitter in her eyes, she spoke in a hushed voice, “Nanadoi Ji, meri chhoti nanad se milava dun to kya do ge? (Husband of my sister-in-law, what would you give me if I arrange your meeting with my sister-in-law?)”

I surprised her by saying, “Nothing. You won’t get anything from me.”

She was an old veteran. She asked, “Why? You don’t want to see your fiancé, my Nanad? And do some chuma chati? May be she may allow you to feel her … you know what. What do you say?”

My lund had started wriggling at the mere thought of putting my hands on Manjula. But I lied when I said, “No, I say no.”

She was smart enough to notice movements inside my pajamas. She taunted me, “Why do you not want to see her? Your aujar (instrument) is not working properly? I can remedy that too if it is so.”

She was challenging my potency. With mock anger I held out my lund covered by pajama and asked, “You want me to pull this out and show that it works fine?”

She was flabbergasted. She had not expected this kind of blatant response from me. She blabbered something like, “Oh, no, no. Pardon me. I was just joking. I did not know that you will take this seriously. I am sorry and beg your pardon. Now, it is time for me to go; call me if you need anything.”

She got up to leave, but I was quick to reach the door first. I closed the door barred it and said, “Listen to what I have to say before you go. I am going to make a show of getting angry demanding my immediate return home. When they will ask me the reason I will tell them that you came in here and molested me by grabbing my lund. How about that?”

“You dare not do so.”

“Want to try? Then, my family will hear about this; my uncle, who is very orthodox, will definitely break the engagement creating a great scandal. And guess who will be in the center?”

I was not going to do anything of the kind. But speaking with a long face, which I had hard time maintaining, I was able to put a scare in her. She was confused somewhat when she said, “Enough, enough. Please stop it. Let me go.”

“Not so easily, Bhabhi.” I started smiling. Seeing me smile she relaxed.

“You are naughty. And mean too. For a moment I was scared that you were serious. What do you want, now?”

“How about a quick fuck?”

She was so shocked that she could not speak for some time. Then with a glint in the eye and sly smile on her lips she whispered, “Are you serious, this time?”

“Yes, I am” I said and started opening the fly of the pajamas.

She hurriedly said, “Not now, not now. We will do it later on. It is getting late, let me go, please.”

“Promise, you will bring Manjula to me.”

“You promise that you will not touch her between her thighs.”

“What if she puts a dent in my innocence?”

“You and innocence? You have no innocence left to dent. Look at you, what are you doing in presence of a married lady, so shamelessly?”

Indeed, My hand was busy playing with my erect lund, which by then had secreted enough love juice to make a big patch of wetness on the crotch of my pajamas.

I said, “You are as merciless as I am shameless. You are doing nothing to give relief to this (holding out my cock) poor starving guy.”

She blushed red in her face and said. “Please do not talk like that. I get ticklish all over.”

“O.K., I think I will have to tell Manjula to do something, When can you bring her to me at the earliest?”

“We do like this. Today after lunch you will complain of headache. I will suggest you take rest. We will give you a bed on the fourth floor and I will bring my Nanad there. Remember, you will not go to the last step, please.”

“What would I do if I get too excited?”

“We shall worry about that later on.”

I was too excited there and then. After Indu Bhabhi left I relieved myself into my handkerchief. But the relief did not last longer than fifteen minutes, my lund hardened to full degree again. I could do nothing but wait.

We played our game of headaches successfully. Indu Bhabhi personally saw that I was comfortable in that cubicle upstairs.

The fourth floor of the building consisted only of two small rooms and terraces front and back. The bigger room was where the stairs opened, the smaller one was cozy with a small bed and other brick backs. No toilet of any kind. There were plenty of windows allowing in light and air. That is where I was led to and that is where I had first taste of my sweet fiancé.

Manjula had no difficulty climbing up the stairs but her feet felt heavy while entering the cubicle; in fact, Indu Bhabhi had to drag her in by the wrist. She even made a feeble attempt to run back but Bhabhi held her fast. Manjula was feeling very shy.

“I will be down stairs seeing that nobody comes up here. So don’t worry, enjoy yourselves,” Bhabhi said and went away.

Bhabhi left keeping the door open so that we might hear anybody coming up. Manjula stood near the door as if ready to bolt any minute.

At eighteen Manjula had not completely come out of her childhood. Her limbs were yet to fill up, her face yet to shed baby fat, her boobs yet to grow to appreciable size. The only sign of maturity was evident in her buttocks, which were rounded and wide with enticing juggle while walking.

She was looking so innocent and vulnerable, what with her flushed face and down cast eyes that I could not hold myself. In two strides I pounced upon her, caught her face in my hands and kissed her cheeks one after other. She was scared by my “attack” but calmed down when I gently led her to the bed and sat down with her in my lap.

French kiss was not known to me then and hence I continued pecking her cheeks that were flushed deep rosy due to shyness. I wanted to feel for her breasts but she had them covered by her crossed arms across the chest.

In between I asked, “Do you like me?”

She nodded her head in affirmative. I said, “Prove it by kissing me.”

She blushed to a higher shade of pink. I turned my face presenting my cheek to her. When she neared however, I turned to look at her and her lips landed on my mouth. She immediately jerked back and wiped her mouth.

The contact however brief had sent a wave of thrill surging through my body and ultimately settling in my lund. I said, “Whew, that was sweet, wasn’t it?”

She also must have felt something of the kind because as a reply she presented her mouth for repeat performance. The second kiss lasted much longer, lips cushioning against lips. During the kiss I could pry her arms away from her chest.

When we came up for air I asked, “You know what husband and wife do in their bed, don’t you?”

“Indu Bhabhi has told me certain things.”

“Like what?”

“I feel shy of telling you. May be later on?”

I put my hand under one of her breasts to lift it up and asked, “What about these beauties of yours? Did she say anything about them?”

“She told me to allow you to touch them through clothes.”

I closed my hand over the heavy firm breast and gave it a gentle squeeze and asked. “Like this? You like it?”

“I feel funny in my stomach.”

“It is supposed to do so. Want to see what it does it to me? Give me your hand.”

I did not wait for her reply but pt her hand on my cock, which by then had become rock hard. I said, “Feel it and see how hard it is. You know what it is called and what it does?”

Gingerly she held my cock but did not speak. The cock gave a mighty jerk and alarmed she dropped it saying, “Haay haay, it jumps.”

I said, “It gives me great pleasure when you hold it and it jerks. Wait.”

I untied my pajamas, pulled down the knickers and brought my cock out. She stared at it in fascination mixed with some fear. She innocently asked, “This whole goes inside … in the…?”

“Yes, the whole of it goes into the hole between your thighs, into your chut.”

“Bhabhi says that it will hurt but only during the first time.”

“She is right. Then after it will give a lot of pleasure to both of us.”

She inspected the cock, turning it this way and that and with a smile said, “It has an innocent look.”

“Why don’t you kiss it?” I put my hand on her head to lower it to my cock when I heard the voice of Manjula’s mom coming from down stairs.

Hurriedly I righted my clothes and lied down in the bed. Manjula threw a folded bed sheet over my mid section to conceal the tent created by my up right cock. She had just sat at the head end of the bed when her mom rushed in breathless from climbing the stairs and closely followed by worried looking Indu Bhabhi.

Finding us in decent condition she breathed easy and said, “Oh, here you are, Manju. I have been searching for you; be quick, we are getting late to go to the temple.”

Indu Bhabhi said, “Lal have some headache and Manjula was giving him some massage. She has been here for less than five minutes.”

There was a visible look of relief on face of the mother. Five minute is too short a period for initiating a virgin; I could not have possibly done it. She asked me, “How are you feeling now?”

I groaned and said, “A little better; the massage does help. I feel sleepy.”

I turned to my side pretending going to sleep even as Mom was saying, “In that case, would you like Indu to give you massage?”

I mumbled something akin to yes, as if in deep sleep. Through half open eyes I saw Mom and Manjula departing. Then I closed my eyes.

I could feel Indu sitting on the bed near my head. As soon as she touched my head I grabbed her wrists and yanked downwards. She was not prepared for this ‘attack’ she tumbled and fell on me. Hurriedly she sat up saying, “Shaitaan” But by that time I had already captured one of her breasts. I opened the eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see her face descending on to mine till or lips met.

The kiss on Indu’s lips was entirely different from that on Manjula’s lips, though equally sweet. For one thing Indu’s lips were more fleshy and firm. Also, she knew how to use them. At first she rubbed her closed lips on mine. Then she nibbled and licked my lips running her tongue along their whole length. I did not know French kiss at the time and hence when I did not open my mouth she broke the kiss and whispered, “Lal, open your mouth.”

I did and felt her tongue enter my mouth. It felt so disgusting that I pushed her away. She had expected this response from me. Patiently she said, “Put your tongue in my mouth as you would insert your lund in my chut,”

Hearing the dirty words from a woman in itself was enough to make my lund start dancing. In addition Indu had already grasped it in her fist and was giving it gentle squeeze. In a matter of seconds the lund became rock hard and wet with its own love juice.

Following her instructions I gingerly entered her mouth. It was so sweet and erotic that my cock had a series of jerks in rapid succession bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. She recognized the signs. Breaking the kiss she sat up, rapidly untied my pajamas and took out my cock. She fumbled in her clothes and brought out a condom. She pulled up the foreskin, put the condom on the tip and rolled it up on the shaft. She once again grabbed the lund in her fist and leaned on me to resume the French kiss.

This time she did not wait; she pushed her tongue in my mouth as deep as she could and at the same time stroked my lund rapidly. Before I could say Ahh, I had a mind shattering orgasm. She continued pumping and squeezing the cock till the last tremors of the orgasm subsided.

She sat up again and removed the condom saying, “This way it is less messy. Look at the quantity you have unloaded. Imagine it spilling all over,”

I said, “That kiss tripped me over. But now you will have to wait before my cock gets ready.”

But I was wrong. That fateful day was the day of many ‘firsts’ for me. My first French kiss, first holding of naked boobs, first encasing into a condom, first taste of chut and first experience of magical fingers on my cock. She had a way with the cock head and the foreskin which tickled my lund to a full erection in a matter of minutes.

She said, “Lal. You really have an enviable cock. Manjula is lucky to have you as her husband but you will have to be careful during the first time,”

I did not say anything, just continued mauling her boobs like my enemies.

Lifting up her petticoat and saari she straddled my thighs. She grabbed my cock, held it up right, lifted her hips and brought her chut to the tip of my lund. Little manipulation and the head of the lund engaged itself in the mouth of her chut. Leaving the lund she leaned forwards on her extended arms and gradually lowered her haunches. My lund slithered into her warm, smooth and incredibly narrow chut, all the way upto the hilt. She stopped when she could not go any further. A series of involuntary jerks occurred in my lund making it thicker and harder. There was out pouring of lots of love juice, both by my lund as well as by her bhos.

She started fucking with steady up and down movements of her hips.

Within five or six strokes she showed signs of exhaustion. Her strokes became weak, irregular and shallow. I had to take over the show. I pulled her on my chest, wrapped my arms around her and turned, bringing her beneath me. Before she could settle her hips I started fucking her as if my life depended upon it. Within minutes she had an orgasm. She bit on a bunched part of her saari to muffle her screams. I also let go my restrain and released five to six powerful jets of semen in the depth of her chut.

I wanted to lie in the bed wallowing in the aftermath of orgasm with Indu Bhabhi in my arms but that could not be done. Hurriedly she adjusted her clothes, lovingly wiped my cock with the corner of her petticoat and left after kissing my pecker and me. I went to sleep.

I must have slept for a couple of hours, for it was evening when I opened my eyes. I heard Manjula asking me, “How is the headache?”

I sat up and tried to grab her but then saw a couple of young kids. I restrained myself and said, “Bhabhi’s massage has worked wonders. You better learn it before our marriage.”

Innocent as ever she said, “Bhabhi was telling me that I was doing massage on the wrong head, she said you will explain it.”

I would have done it there and then with great pleasure but for those kids. I said, “Remind me on our wedding night, I will explain then.”

And explain her I did. Right after the first fuck on our wedding night.

Our life together started on happy footing. In early days sex was foremost on our minds; it looked like my cock was in a perpetual state of erection. I was surprised at the capacity of my own lund. Thirty to forty minutes was maximum before it would become erect following an orgasm.

My day would start early in the morning. We would fuck before leaving the bed. After morning chores we would eat breakfast and I would depart for my fields. By mid day I would return home for lunch, which was inevitably followed by a leisurely fuck and sweet siesta. I would attend to other affairs in the evening and after late dinner go to bed fucking once again before falling asleep.

One day while I was walking to my fields one Suleiman came up in his bel- gaadi (bullock cart). He offered me a ride as he was going in the same direction. We started talking and the talks turned to subject of fucking.

He boasted, “I have a friend in Surat who claims to fuck a new girl every night. Last time we met he was telling me about an incredible blowjob he had from a girl whose pussy was equally tasting good. He said that the girl refused fucking but he was pleased to eat her pussy. He said he would not forget that pussy because there was a black mole on the left lip.”

I felt a sharp pang in my heart because I remembered having seen a mole on left lip of Manjula’s bhos. My Manjula? So innocent and simple, giving blowjob? Had she been cheating me all along by making a show of a loving wife? That explained why she did not want to give me a head. The slut wanted to cherish the memory of that other lund in her mouth. Well, why not? What would the idiot of the husband know about?

Suddenly my reverie was broken. Suleiman was saying, “…..Madanlal. His name is Madanlal. He is very influential man with a reach up to Chief Minister of the State. He knows me very well. If you need any help just let me know.”

By that time we had reached my destination. I thanked him profusely for the ride and he left.

The germ of suspicion put in by Suleiman started eating away my heart. Images of Manjula engulfing a big cock and splattering of semen on her face, in her mouth kept on dancing before my eyes. At first I was shocked, then became angry and lastly felt despondent. I lost appetite both, for food as well as for chut.

That started a period of estrangement. I did not know when and how it would end. A thought of murdering also fleeted through my mind. I was miserable and I made her miserable.

Then on a dark night I returned home tired physically and mentally and knocked on the door. My heart took a double take when the door opened and I saw Bahar standing in front of me clad in a thin night dress. Manjula was few feet away.

Next moment Bahar had hurled herself at me with a delighted squeal of “Bhaiya!” and her arms around my neck. After a long period of twenty days I was reminded that I had something called a lund because the girl who was hugging me was soft rounded and smooth, smelling of fresh jasmine; I felt her twin breasts on my chest. For her it might have been an innocent gesture but for me it was it was instant kick raising my cock. I had to peal her off quickly to avoid my erect cock pocking on her tummy.

With an effort I asked, “Bahar, you? At this hour? Everything o.k.?”

She told me that she and Basant had spent the day with Manjula and had been playing cards till late in the night; that Basant now was asleep while she and Manjula were up gossiping. Would I like to wake him up? I said, no.

Not to alarm Bahar I had to eat dinner and had to sleep with Manjula for that night. There was, of course, no fucking in spite of my erect lund.

Next day morning reluctantly I sat for breakfast because I was waiting for Basant to wake up. Presently he came down and we hugged. He wanted to accompany me to the farm to spend the day and I welcomed the proposal.

There was a relaxing atmosphere at the farm and we talked about almost everything under the sun. But I had a feeling that Basant wanted to ask me of something. My suspicion came out true when he asked me about fucking Manjula and why I was estranged with her.

For twenty days I was living with a fire burning in my heart, with an unbearable load on my shoulders. There was nobody around to whom I could tell my woes and now luckily Basant had come up and had opened the topic himself. I started telling what I had heard from Suleiman and once started could not hold myself. Basant as usual listened calmly asking a question here and there.

In the end he said, “There must be somebody who knows that Bhabhi has a mole on her pussy. Who could have a chance to see her naked?”

I could not think of anybody. Then suddenly he said, “Aa Hah, anybody could have seen her pussy when she was a young baby.”

After some scalp scratching I remembered one of Manjula’s cousin, her mama’s son, some three years senior to her. As a child he must have seen the mole on his infant sister. I knew him to be a vagabond and a drunkard moving in close circles of Suleiman. It was more likely that while inebriated he might have bragged about Manjula’s pussy and cleaver Suleiman might have just started the rumor.

The more we discussed the more I was convinced of Manjula’s innocence. Ultimately I promised him to make up with Manjula. At the same time the fire of anger burst out in my heart. I said, “I will go and get that madarchod (mother fucker) cousin of Manjula and teach him a lesson or two by breaking his bones.”

Basant said, “You do that and let the whole village know that Bhabhi has a mole on her pussy. Very cleaver, indeed.”

He was very happy and in a light mood said, “And you know? If you do not fill up her chut somebody else is sure to do it.”

I said, “I would first kill that guy and then her too.”

With a sly smile on his face he asked, “What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Would you kill me if I …..”

“Oh, you are an exception. No I would not kill you. I will wait till you get married and then fill your virgin bride’s chut in retaliation.”

“And if my bride is not a virgin?”

“All the same I would see that my lund visits her chut before yours.”

“I will make arrangements so that you can do that. I will marry a girl who agrees to be first fucked by you. How about that?”

“It is music to my ears running down to my pecker. But hay, wait a minute, why this talk? You, …you …. Bahenchod …. Tu ne kya kiya kal raat mere ghar men?” (Sister fucker, what did you do in my home last night?)

“Kuchh nahin, kuchh nahin. (Nothing, nothing). I …. I … really became bahenchod.”

For a while I could not get it. Then I realised what he was saying. I said, “You mean, really you did Bahar? You scoundrel, how did you manage?”

“Yes, I fucked Bahar. I fucked Bhabhi too. But don’t take it out on her, the fault was mine and Bahar’s.”

“Did she not object? Manjula I mean?”

“She did initially. But remember, she was hungry for three weeks, thanks to you fool. And believe me, so long as a girl has not tasted a lund she can live without it but it is very difficult to keep her chut unattended by lund after she has tasted it. So, when she saw me and Bahar kissing and pressing, her juices started flowing freely.”

That was rather ironic, Basant fucking his sister as well as his Bhabhi. I burst out into loud laughter and said, “Slimy fox, you molested my pious innocent young wife. As revenge I will fuck both, your sister and your bride. What do you think Bahar will do? Will she allow me?”

The fox smiled and said, “You can try and I can recommend.”

My lund immediately raised its head. I said, “Oh boy, I cannot wait for the night. You know, I also have not had a piece of ass for as long as Manjula?”

“Then let tonight be the night of the nights.”

It was late in the evening. We went home. With a serious face I said, ” Bahar, naughty girl! You have been found guilty of certain kind of mischief. For this you shall receive punishment. Have you anything to say?”

With mock fear she replied, ” I plead guilty, Sir.”

“As a punishment you are commanded to commit the same act of which you are convicted.”

“But, Sir ……”

“Silence! With two persons at a time instead of one.”

Meanwhile Manjula had dinner ready. She wanted to remain free to serve others but Basant and Bahar insisted upon her joining us. After dinner Basant sent Bahar home to tell their parents that they were to sleep at my house. I went to the bathroom.

When Bahar returned we all went to the bedroom, which was on the upper storey at the back of the house. Game of playing cards was suggested but I declined; my lund was demanding something juiucy.

Bahar insisted, ” Come on Bhaiya, it is fun.”

I said, “I want to play more interesting games.”

Basant, “Giri, you and Bhabhi have not fucked for twenty days. Let this be your second suhaag raat. The main difference from the first will be our presence, because we will be here to see that you fuck and fuck proper and good.”

I, “There will be another difference, This time she has a chut without a hymen.”

Basant, “You rascal! Don’t try to be smart, Giri, On first night also she was without hymen. You rogue, you had already taken her cherry before marriage, we know for sure.”

I was surprised to hear that. I said. “That’s not true. I took her virginity only after marriage.”

Bahar, “Oh, What did you do on that day on the fourth floor of the house? Chanted bhajans (devotional songs)?”

Sooner or later they would come to know. So why not now? “I did fuck but not Manjula.”

Basant, “If not Manjula Bhabhi, who else?”

Bahar, “Whoever it was, tell us about it. Come on Bhaiya.”

My mind was racing. I said, “I will tell only on one condition.”

Bahar, “We accept your condition.”

Basant, ” Careful, Bahar be careful in what you say. Giri is a wily goat.”

Bahar, “I am not afraid of him. Giri Bhaiya, name your condition.”

I, “Are you sure? You cannot fall back on your word after hearing my condition.”

Bahar, “I will not fall back.”

Basant, “Bahar, you are sure to fall back; if not on your word, on your bed for sure.”

Bahar, “I would rather fall back on the bed.”

I, “O.K. then, here we go. Consider this night as my second wedding night with you as my dulhan.”

Everybody was stunned. There was complete silence for couple of minutes and then Manjula and Basant burst out hooting and clapping hands out of joy. Bahar blushed to deep pink like a real bride and protested, “No. no, no, and no. That is Bhabhi’s privilege.”

Manjula, “I give you that privilege as a gift. Go ahead, give us the pleasure of watching …..”

Bahar was feeling very shy. She could not look up. With the head bowed down she sat twisting her fingers. She was looking so innocent and vulnerable that I for a moment doubted if I would be able to fuck her.

As a starter I asked, “Don’t you like me, Bahar?”

She nodded her head without speaking or looking at me. I tried to reassure her saying, ” I will be very careful. I know you have fresh wound in your chut…”

Bahar blushed a shade pinker than before. She turned to Basant with murderous look in her eyes and suddenly flew at him plummeting with her fists on his chest, arms, shoulders where ever she could saying, “You had to tell him every thing, Bhaiya!”

Basant took some beating while laughing. Then he held her wrists and said calmly, “I told him everything because he told me everything.”

Bahar was still struggling to free herself. I went to them and caught her from behind pinning her arms by the side of her body. She felt so good, tender and soft like a flower, I said, “Come my Little Flower, it is all in the family; no harm done.”

Nuzzling her neck and smelling her intoxicating aroma I walked backwards to the bed and sat there taking her in my lap. When I released my hold she cuddled against me throwing her arms around my neck. I made space for her wide hips by spreading my thighs. I supported her with my arm around her waist. I touched her ear with my lips and asked, “Do I deserve a girl like you?”

She answered by planting a long kiss on my cheek even as goose pimples burst out on her body. I was tempted to kiss her sweet lips but I restrained myself and started from her forehead. I did not have to hold her head; actually she was presenting different parts of her face to my mouth for kiss. That way I kissed almost whole face except her lips. I knew she of her own was not going to ask for a kiss on the mouth, so I lifted her face with a finger under her chin and lowered my head. She closed her eyes. I just touched her quivering soft lips. I felt a fine tremor coursing through her body. On my part the cock hardened to a degree higher. I pecked her mouth several times and she let me do it without moving.

Then I pressed lips to lips and rubbed across. But then it was not easy with dry lips. I therefore licked her lips with my tongue. As expected she immediately withdrew her face and wiped her mouth. Next time I approached her mouth she would just move and avoid contact. At last I had to hold her head and mash my lips on hers, She squirmed but I held fast and ravished her lips by licking, nibbling, sucking and biting. After some time she relaxed and put her hands on my cheeks.

I felt her shy tongue on my lips. She did all that I had done to her and some more. Boldly she tried to part my lips and push her tongue in my mouth. For the play I kept my lips tightly closed and did not give way. She tried desperately and in the end broke the kiss. I could not hold myself from laughing at her predicament. She then realized that I was just joking and gave me a small sharp pinch with her sharp nails. No sooner my mouth rounded into an ‘O’ she sealed it with hers and pushed her tongue in.

I gracefully accepted defeat and allowed her to have her way. She ran her tongue in al corners of my mouth, twirled with my tongue and licked my lips from one end to other. I tried to suck on it but she was on the move all the while till at last she started fucking my mouth.

When there was a break in the kiss she told me, “Do as I did, it is very exciting”

“Is it so?” I asked, “I will try as you say. But I am already excited, look.” I took her hand and put it on my lund. She hid her face in my shoulder and held the lund in her fist. Following her advice I lifted her face and resumed the French kiss with my tongue in her mouth.

While the kiss continued her hand slowly went up and down the length of my cock. I was caressing her thigh through her dress starting at the knee and gradually going up towards her bhos. Her ghaghari and odhani were sliding up with my hand exposing first her knee and then her creamy thigh. I could not go far, however because she firmly removed my hand and cross locked her legs.

I gently eased her backwards to lie flat on the bed. Our mouths stuck again like rear ends of dogs after fucking. I put my hand on her tummy and caressed the soft skin before slowly creeping up towards her breast. I could hardly feel the boob through her clothes when she once again caught my wrist and removed my hand.

I then made my tongue stiff like a cock and with movements in and out of her mouth I started fucking her mouth. The intoxicating effect of my tongue relaxed her and I captured her young breast in my palm.

It seemed that everything related to Bahar was destined to be a surprise to me on that day. Her breasts were no exception. I cupped one breast and found it to be much bigger than expected of a delicate girl like her. It filled my palm and overflowed. It was soft but resilient. I caressed it with light touch before shifting to the other. They were so sweet that unknowingly my hand gave a couple of hard squeezes making Bahar scream out of pain.

Not satisfied with her covered boobs I pulled out her odhani and attacked the hooks on her choli. Boy, these girls make everything difficult for the man, I don’t know why. I could not unhook even one of them. My hand alternated between the breast and the hooks while she relentlessly continued sucking my lips.

At last when I forcefully tried to insinuate my fingers under the lower band of her choli she broke the kiss and removed my hand. With deft fingers she unhooked all the hooks in a matter of seconds. As if few seconds were a long period of time without kiss she eagerly joined mouth to mouth leaving the opened choli unattended. With great pleasure I opened the flaps of choli and bared her magnificent breasts.

I grabbed her boobs and fondled them, one after the other before caressing them with my fingertips. One more surprise was awaiting me: her nipples. For the breasts of that size I expected large nipples, but hers were small like berries. I could have missed them had they not been stiff in excitement. I ran my fingers over the bumpy areolas and flicked the nipples. I pinched them and pulled them by taking them between my thumb and forefinger. Bahar kept on holding my wrist all the while without resisting.

I shifted my mouth to those sweet nubbins and my hand to her thigh. She started writhing as soon as my lips touched her nipple. I nibbled at it picking it up with my lips. Then I ran my tongue all over the areola and the nipple. I opened my mouth and took the nipple, the areola and sizable portion of the breast in my mouth. I gradually let out the breast till only the nipple was left in and started sucking on it. The nipple like lund became turgid and enlarged. Bahar ran her fingers in my hair and arched her back pushing her breast into my face. Her excitement escalated fast. Her breathing became rapid and irregular and face became flushed. Sounds like Aah, Ooh, Uss escaped her throat in spite of her efforts to keep quiet.

With my hand on her thigh I lifted my head to look at Basant and Manjula. Incidentally they were looking at us. I said, “You, bahenchod, see that you fuck my wife proper and full or I will cut your dick and feed it to the dogs.”

Bahar put her fingers on my mouth and prevented me from speaking further on those lines. I saw that Manjula had Basant’s erect cock in her fist and was giving him a slow tantalizing hand job. I whispered in Bahar’s ear, “Do you see your brother’s lund? See how Manjula is making love to it. Do you feel like trying on mine?”

Bahar turned to her side and hid her face. But her shyness did not prevent her hand going to my lund. She took it in her fist without hesitation and started up and down strokes. My pelvis gave a couple of jerks and the lund stiffened to its bursting point.

Basant said, “Out, you botha, what did you tell her? Let’s all hear it.”

“I did not say anything unusual, simply asked her to look the way Manjula is making love to your lund, and would she not like to do same to mine?”

“Bahar, for once, Giri is right. Remember that his lund has not seen chut for twenty days Don’t tease him, let him have his way.”

Bahar followed his advice, I could feel her thighs relaxing. Now she allowed my hand to caress her smooth thighs. As my hand crept up towards her bhos it took with it her ghaghari baring more and more of her thighs. Eventually the ghaghari slided up to her waist and her vulva was exposed in all its glory.

Instinctively she turned on her side pulling up her legs. I sat up and turned her on her back and straightened her legs. She covered her eyes.

She had perfectly shaped legs with smooth creamy skin. The thighs were rounded and heavy, touching each other from knees below to the bhos above. Her hips were wide and rounded with flat belly in front, high mons veneris separating it from the fleshy pussy.

Talking about her bhos, it was rather darkish in color in contrast to the rest of her body. Black, silky, springy hair covered her mons and outer parts of major labia. The labia were thick and in contact with each other along the central slit looking like closed door of a house. At the time the whole vulva was wet with slimy love juice and was exuding sweet intoxicating odor.

I caressed her thighs with light touch of the fingers starting at knees and going upwards. Bahar squirmed and thrashed and bent her legs and tried half heartedly to remove my hands but I persisted and eventually reached her bhos.

Before running my fingers on her vulva I bent down and kissed the cunt lips like her oral lips. As expected she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up over her body. As she fixed her mouth to mine I covered her bhos with the palm of my hand.

She opened her thigh to make way for my hand. I pressed up on and rubbed the cushiony swollen vulva by rotating the palm. The bhos secreted fresh quota of love juice wetting my hand. I ran my fingers along the length of labia from back to front on one side and from front to back on the other. I ran one finger in the wet slit caressing the petals of the smaller labia the clitoris and the mouth of her chut. Gingerly I pushed one finger in the choot expecting her to wince due to pain. When nothing happened I confirmed by asking herm “Does this hurt?”

She shook her head in negative and spread her thighs wider. Gently I ran my finger all over inside her warm chut and rubbed on the G spot. Her muscles contracted without causing pain. Emboldened I tried and succeeded in entering her chut with first two and then three fingers. Keeping the thumb pressed against clitoris I finger fucked her chut with slow strokes. She continued ravaging my mouth.

Both of us were excited to the bursting point. I asked, “Bahar, little flower, are you ready for the lund?”

She said, “Yes ….”

I was eager to push my lund in her juicy pussy but being recently deflowered she was likely to feel pain especially with a thick lund like mine. To minimize it I thought of leaving the actual penetration under her control.

To achieve this I rolled over on my back and made her sit on my upper thighs. She had to widen her legs, which in turned widened her pussy too. My lund was lying erect on my tummy like the trunk of a fallen tree. With my hands on her hips I adjusted her bhos on my lund in such a way that the shaft accommodated itself in the crack, the cock head kissing the clitoris. I then showed her movements back and forth on the wet lund like a wagon on a rail. She picked up the tempo and was rocking like an experienced lady when Basant came to us.

He was naked with his erect lund pointing up and forwards. I told Bahar, “Little Flower, kiss your Bhaiya’s lund.”

Bahar by now had shed some of her inhibitions. She smiled and turned her face to Basant who bent forwards a little to bring his lund to her mouth.

She kissed the tip with her closed lips and giggled.

“Now take him in your mouth, “

When she was busy holding Basant’s lund and opening her mouth I lifted her vulva from my tummy held my lund up right and gave it a shove sending about half of its length inside her chut. She gave a jerk and her mouth remained open into a voiceless gape. I stopped moving for few seconds and then lifted her hips pulling out some part of the lund. She must have felt some pain on penetration but bravely took it in stride.

Bahar put out her hand to hold steady her brother’s lund. She licked first the shiny head with her tongue, That in itself made his lund jerk several times. She moved her lips on the cock head and gradually took the lund in her mouth. At the same moment I could feel her chut contracting on my lund. Carefully I lowered her hips allowing my lund to slither in her chut.

With my lund fully inserted in her chut her vulva came to rest on my mons with clitoris firmly pressed against the root of the lund. I held the position without moving. Basant however got busy slowly fucking her mouth on her brother’s lund. Unluckily Bahar was not yet used to taking in a cock like her brother’s and had lot of gagging,

Basant said, “Bravo, little angel. Let’s call it day. We will do cock sucking step by step. For now pay attention to Giridhari’s lund.”

Reluctantly Bahar pulled out Basant’s lund from her mouth. Manjula took it from her hand and led him away to the foot end of the bed from where they could watch my lund entering Bahar’s chut.

I asked, “Everything is alright, right Bahar? Does it hurt?”

In a low voice she said, “It is not that bad. I can take it.”

And take she could. With amazing skill she played up on my lund. She waited for some time during which we savored the test of my lund fully buried in her tight chut. Then she lifted her hips for few inches and dropped down. Apparently the movement was painless because she repeated it soon, lifting herself higher this time so that more of the lund could come out. Again she allowed the lund to slide back into her chut. Gradually her strokes became more forceful and deep. As her excitement escalated she started fucking my lund like a pro. She executed every conceivable movement of female pelvis, up and down forwards and backwards, side way swaying, rotating, gyrating you name it. Besides being rubbed upon, my lund was moved in all directions like the gear handle of a car or a joy stick of a video game. The positive point was the fact that she was able to control the depth of penetration. She fucked with varying length of lund up her chut.

More than her I was the one worried about the wound in her chut. When I told her to slow down she said, “I don’t do anything. It just happens. I cannot control it.”

Poor girl, caught in the frenzy of fucking. To help her I once again took her in my arms and turned around assuming superior position. Immediately she spread her thighs and locked her legs around my waist. My lund was caught in the grip of her chut.

I lied down on her pliant body without moving for some time. Her restlessness subsided to a large extent but the riot in her chut did not abate. Ripples after ripples emanated in the chut milking the lund even while it was not moving. I was afraid that I might climax early without fucking her. So I had no other option but to fuck her and fuck her good.

I kissed her, held one of her boobs lightly in my palm and pulled out half the length of the lund. I waited for a second and slid in. Then I pulled out a little more and pushed in. It tool about ten strokes before I pulled out the whole lund. I did not increase my speed. Her chut was tight and there was constant milking action making the fucking extremely pleasurable, at the same time difficult to hold off the orgasm.

Bahar however could not tolerate slow fucking, She tried to compensate by moving her pelvis but the efforts were tiring. At last she said, “Bhaiya, what is the matter? Are you tired? Fuck me fast and hard or I will go crazy.”

With some trepidation I increased the speed and force of my strokes. Once started there was no holding back, I could not control myself. I fucked her fast and forcefully bashing her mons with my mons. I fucked her with her legs pulled up high in the air as well as with her legs clamped together straight on the bed. I changed the angle of my penetration to rub the cock head on every nook and cranny of her vagina. I mercilessly pounded her pussy as if it were my last fuck in the life.

She on her part, clung to me by her arms and legs and moved her hips every other way to trip over to an orgasm. However, she was not succeeding, her efforts were becoming weak and her breathing strained. At this point I passed my hand between our bellies and made a bee line to the clitoris. Slick with secretions, stiff and engorged clitoris was not hard to locate. As soon as my fingertip ran around the small head of the clitoris Bahar was engulfed into a massive orgasm.

At first she went rigid and immobile except rapid flutter of her vagina. Within seconds her body was caught into a series of shudders which almost threw me off. Her arms and legs clenched and unclenched repeatedly. It was her pelvis which performed the amazing feat of all kinds of movements in spite of the heaviness of her hips. The vagina contracted spasmodically and milked the lund.

I tried to ride her orgasm by keeping the lund deeply pushed into her chut. However, the vagina worked wonders on my lund and it could not stay immobile. Besides, I was also end of my tether. Involuntarily fucking movements started on my part and I climaxed before her orgasm was over. With a roar I could feel the powerful jerking of my lund unloading glob after glob of thick semen in her tight chut.

On the other side Basant was also done with fucking Manjula. There was silence in the room broken by the sound of heavy breathing and occasional smooch of a kiss. I came off when my lund started wilting and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my lund and came out. I reclined on the sofa without bothering about clothes.

Basant and Bahar were next to use bath room. They came out and settled on the bed, again, without any clothes. Manjula however, came out from the bathroom fully clothed in choli, ghaghari and odhani and with some hesitation walked to me. I welcomed her out stretching my hands.

You know what happened then.

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