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Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 01

By: vantyaak



Friends.

This is a story of a brother (Basant) and sister (Bahar) their cousin (Giridhari) and his wife (Manjula). The setting is rural India, the time, month of May. Basant and Bahar have come to the native village to spend the vacation. They meet with Giridhari and Manjula and have first taste of sex.

The story opens with Manjula telling us her version in Part 1. Later on other players will pitch in.

I have used some of the colloquial words in Hindi to maintain the flavor of the atmosphere. I hope non-Indian readers will pardon me. They are:

Lauda : Flaccid adult penis

Lund : Erect adult penis

Bhos : Vulva

Chut : Vagina

Odhani : Half saari, made of long cloth and wrapped around the body.

Ghaghari : Short flaring petticoat reaching usually up to middle of the lower leg

Choli : Skimpy tight fitting blouse

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Vantyaak

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Namaste Ji,

My name is Manjula Bharejani. I am a happily married woman of 23 living with my husband Giridhari in a small village of Gujarat, India. Giridhari is 25, a farmer, educated up to high school and in prime of his health. We are married five years but do not have an issue yet.

We are very much in love with each other since the day of our betrothal when we met for the first time. Our marriage went on smoothly. Giri, as we call my husband, was very gentle with me on our wedding night. I was a virgin at the time. He had had only one fuck before marriage. He carried on the foreplay for a long time; in fact, till the time I grabbed his lund (erect adult penis) and practically pulled him over me. He teased my clitoris with his lund before entering into my dripping wet chut (vagina). I was so excited with wonderful sensations emanating from my vulva that I hardly felt the pain of defloration.

We started our married life on a happy foot. Each day started with fucking and ended with fucking. He would wake up early in the morning with glorious erection. Usually I would be sleeping. He would wake me by nudging my bhos with his cock. The cock would easily slide in my pussy wet and slippery from previous night's fucking and would be buried to the hilt by the time I opened my eyes. Languorous fucking then would follow lasting for at least half an hour. I would get one or two orgasms before he climaxed. Occasionally I would wake up first. In that case I would play with his limp cock; Giri and his cock would then wake up to gather and invade my pussy. 

After morning chores he would eat his breakfast and go to the fields to attend the farming. He would return by mid-day for lunch. The lunch was invariably followed by leisurely fuck and subsequent siesta. In the evenings the activities varied from day to day but we would be in bed by about midnight, fucking slow and easy.

This story also involves my Devar (younger brother of husband) Basant and Nanad (sister of husband) Bahar. They are the nearest cousins of my husband. Their family lives in the city of Baroda and comes to our native village twice a year to spend the vacations. At the time of this story Basant was 23, a third year student in Medical College. Bahar was 18 and was enrolled in degree course in Interior Decoration at the University. Both were virgins.

In spite of age difference of two years Basant and Giridhari were more of close friends than brothers. Giri had a reputation of being headstrong and stubborn; he did not care for and did not ask for anybody's opinion or advice. The only exception was Basant whom he would listen to and ask advice from. Basant had great respect for his elder brother for his courage and frankness. 

Once after a session of glorious fuck Giri informed me that they had an unwritten pact between them that each will allow the other to fuck his wife.

He added, " Don't be surprised or feel offended if he makes advances. Just don't respond positively and he will not pester you. He will not do anything against your wish."

"He is in Medical School, he must have fucked any number of nurses and students. Why should he look up to a village girl like me?"

Here Giri squeezed my breasts and said, "Because this village girl has marvelous boobs and ever ready chut and Basant knows it because I have told him. Oh, yes. He is a virgin yet."

I made a show of fake anger and asked, "What else have you told him about me?"

"Every thing, he knows every thing about you, including that black mole on left lip of your pussy."

"Ohh, you men! You talk about nothing but sex. Do you know how shy I will feel next time I see him?"

"Now, Don't tell me that you don't like him because I know you do. My gudiya, (doll) I would not mind if you enjoy fucking him."

"Right now, he is not here, while you are. Why do you waste time?"

"Again?"

"Again." I said and turned on to all four for doggy style, favorite of Giri. No sooner he positioned himself and saw my rounded buttocks than his lund reared up like that of a horse. He did not wait for my permission; he rammed his cock in my pussy and fucked me gloriously for another half an hour

I had met Basant and Bahar when I came to my husband's home for the first time after my marriage. Then after they passed a lot of time with us when they came in for vacation. We would enjoy the usual banter between Bhabhi (wife of elder brother) and Devar and Nanad; sometimes bordering to verbal flirting but Basant did not make any serious advances. My pussy however got wet at mere thought of fucking with him. Luckily Giri kept me well satisfied fucking me twice or thrice every day. 

A year after our marriage dark clouds of separation darkened the otherwise bright and happy skies of our lives. All of a sudden Giri estranged himself from me. He became irritable, moody and withdrawn. Some kind of rage was gnawing away his innards and he shut himself inside a cocoon of silence.

I was as miserable as he was. I requested and cajoled and cried asking him the cause of estrangement but he kept silent and aloof. I was worried stiff. Where would I go if he expelled me from the house? Worse than that, what would I do if something evil befell him? There was nobody around whom I could turn to for advice and support.

One of those days Giri exploded. Gashing his teeth he asked, "Have you heard of Madanlal?"

My heart sank on merely hearing that name. He was a notorious gangster in the city of Surat where I was born and brought up. My dad had a retail shop of ready-made garments in Surat. We lived on the first floor above the shop. Right across the street was another shop selling books and magazines. That shop belonged to Madanlal.

Madanlal was a crafty one with smooth façade of an innocent boy. He was known to have talked his way into the families of many young girls and left them converted into women. For a while he targeted me and became close friend of my father. He offered a no interest business loan, started coming to our home at odd hours and brought small trinkets for me. He was an attractive man and without my parents protection I would have been one more virgin left deflowered by him. My mom saw that I was never left alone with that wolf, She had also warned me of the danger. I did not give him one positive response. After about six months he left us in favor of another family. 

I told Giri what I knew of Madanlal. Giri was still fuming when he stabbed me with, "If you liked so much to suck his lund why did you not marry him, you slut?"

I could not believe my ears. Was that Giri, my loving husband speaking? I felt faint and practically collapsed on the floor. Giri did not come near me. Instead he twisted the knife in the wound saying, "How about Suleiman?

His is a circumcised lund, isn't it? You sucked that too. Which one did you like better? Madanlal's or Suleiman's? Why? You two-bit whore, why did you come into my life? What wrong did I do to you, if any?"

I was so shocked that tears would not come out of my eyes. I had no strength even to lift my finger let apart answer his accusations. Leaving me slumped on the floor he went away stamping his feet.

Then the crying started which I could not stem. I sobbed away my sorrow well into the evening. I had to get up and cook dinner for him. With Herculean effort I went to the kitchen and prepared one of his favorite dishes hoping against the hope to please him.

He did not come home that night. I spent the whole night sitting, waiting, worrying and crying.

Then the lady luck smiled on me when I had reached the deepest depths of despondency. Angels in the form of Basant and Bahar just flew in.

They knocked on my door one day soon after lunchtime. It was scorching hot day of May and time for siesta; I welcomed them with great pleasure and lot of relief. I said, "I am so glad that you have come. What would you like? Tea? Lemon juice?"

Bahar, "Nothing now Bhabhi. We just had our lunch. Everybody in the house is now sleeping while Bhaiya and me are not used to sleep during the day. So, I suggested that we come here and play cards or whatever with you and Giri Bhaiya."

I, "I am glad that you came."

Basant was looking for Giri. Not seeing him around he asked, "But where is that bozo of yours? Is he snoring away his lunch?"

With mock anger I said, "Why? Am I not here to receive you? Would it not do without him?"

They understood the banter. Basant said in equal tone, "Where have you sent my innocent brother in this blistering heat? He will wither away, he being so delicate."

Giri being delicate? That brought out some smile on my lips. But then Bahar asked, "Where have you sent him? When is he coming back?"

The smile on my face evaporated faster than a drop of water on red-hot iron. Trying to hold the tears I said, "I have not sent him. He has gone to his fields of his own and I don't...don't know ..." I could not speak further because of a catch in my throat.

Both of them were sharp enough to sense that there was something seriously wrong. Basant stepped up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and asked, "Bhabhi, what is the matter? What is wrong?"

I had to chew my lower lip to prevent its quavering. I averted my face but could not prevent spilling of tears. I felt his arms going around me; next moment I was bawling out on his chest. He led me to sofa and seated me by his side still holding me in the crook of his arm. With the free hand he wiped my tears and said, "There, there. Have some heart. The sky has not fallen yet. Tell us what the problem is. Does he beat you?" 

I, "That would have been better, beating, I mean. There is no use telling, you will lose sleep unnecessarily."

Bahar was crying silently with me. She said, "We have already lost the sleep seeing you in this condition. So why not make a clean breast of it?"

I, "What is the use? He will get more mad if he learns that I have talked to you."

Basant "Leave him to me, I will take care of him. But you better start from the beginning and tell the whole story. We are not going to leave here till the time you do that. Start now."

I told them about Madanlal and Suleiman, omitting the explicit words like cock sucking, whore etc, and crying all along. Gradually Basant had drawn me in his arms and at the end I was cuddled with him with my head resting on his chest, His free hand was caressing my cheeks. Bahar sitting on the floor at our feet was also crying.

I said, " I cannot see him suffering. He gets up early in the morning and rushes to his fields without eating breakfast. He does not come home for the lunch; sends a servant to get it. He comes home late into the night and hits the bed with or without dinner. He sleeps alone and I can hear him tossing and turning for a long time before sleep occurs. He has lost weight during this one month. Oh, Basant Bhaiya, I am scared to death. What would I do if something serious happens to him?"

Basant patted my cheeks and said, " Don't worry Bhabhi, I will talk to him and see what he has to say. Bahar, will you please get a glass of water for her?"

As soon as she was gone Basant kissed me. I felt his lips on my cheek. I allowed him because it felt so sweet. When I did not protest he boldly nuzzled the side of my neck and bringing his mouth to my ear said, "Does he fuck you good?"

I was overcome with shyness talking about sex. I was still in his arms. I hid my face in his chest and said, "No, today is the twentieth day without ... without ..."

In spite of my shyness I was feeling at home with Basant since next to Giri I liked him the most. Fair, tall and hefty, doctor in making, what more do you want? His hand was caressing my back going up to my neck above and to my hips below. His other hand was on my thigh inching towards my bhos (vulva). Giri, who shared all his secrets with Basant had told me that he was still a virgin. He was behaving like an experienced guy though. I wondered how would it feel like being fucked by him.

While Bahar was returning with water he was saying, "Twenty days is a long period of time. It must be trying to both of you. " Apparently she heard what he was saying. 

She asked, "Twenty days of what, Bhabhi? What has happened, Bhaiya? "

Basant said, "Bahar, leave her alone. It is something you will not understand, being so young."

With a long face Bahar said, "I am not that young, Bhaiya. Remember, I had my 18th birthday two months ago? You could not come to the party?"

Basant did not want to tell her of our abstinence of twenty days. Hence, he said, "You are still a young baby to me, birthday or no birthday."

In desperation Bahar did a bold thing that brought smile to my lips. She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up saying, "Ye dekho Bhaiya, mein chhoti dikhati hun? Bhabhi?" (Look at these, Brother. Do I look young, Bhabhi?)

I said, "No, no Nanad ji. Yours are bigger than mine. I was telling him that your Bade Bhaiya has not spoken to me for last twenty days."

Basant was not perturbed by Bahar's show of maturity. May be he expected his sister to have large boobs. Calmly he said, "She means that Giri has not fucked her for last twenty days."

On hearing this I gasped while Bahar giggled. I felt shy and hid my face in my hands. Bahar blushed deep pink and said, "Bhaiya, what kind of language you use!"

Basant, "You claim to be an adult, you should know what fucking is. And speaking of fucking, tell me Bhabhi, tell the truth, did anybody fuck you before your marriage?"

I cringed due to shyness. Nodding my head I added, "Only partly."

Basant became a bit serious when he continued, "Who was it?"

I had not forgotten that fateful afternoon when Indu Bhabhi (my brother's wife) dragged me by wrist to the fourth floor of my father's village home where Giri was supposedly resting. We were engaged but not married then. After Bhabhi left us alone inevitable kissing and fondling followed. Giri wanted to fuck me but I refused; I did not allow him to touch my pussy. He had pulled out his lund and asked me to hold it. I was thrilled to feel for the first time an adult erect lund in my hand and was so excited that I would have succumbed to his demand but for two things. First, he asked me to take it in my mouth. The thought is repulsive to me even today; it blunted the edge of my ardor. Secondly my mom came looking for me and I had to leave with her. 

Later during the day Indu Bhabhi told me, "Manjula, you are lucky to have man like Giridhari Lal as a husband. He is very cleaver and caring. Besides he has a magnificent cock and he knows how to use it."

I asked, "Did you do 'that' with him?"

She replied, "Yes, and taught him some kissing too."

My face must have displayed my displeasure, for she was quick to add, "After you left with mother, he was in a miserable state with erection which was almost painful. It is harmful to leave the cock without making it ejaculate. And ... here I must beg your pardon, frankly I could not hold myself."

I don't blame Indu Bhabhi for what she did. And she was right regarding his cock; it is magnificent and he knows well how to use it.

I narrated the incident as good as I could in my faltering voice, hiding my face time and again. I added, "Your Bhaiya is the only man who has touched me so far. He knows that on the first night I felt the pain and bled a little when he ... he ... did that to me."

While I was relating the incident, Basant was busy nuzzling his face in my neck. It felt so sweet and relaxing that I did not stop him. He was pecking on my cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead and ears. It was very tickling and I was tossing my head this way and that. During this skirmish his lips happened to touch mine quite accidentally. Even though the contact was brief it generated a sort of a thrill, which rushed to my nipples and pussy. He also must have felt something of the sort because he repeated the process again and again. I pressed my lips firmly against his expecting his tongue to come out any second to invade my mouth. Nothing of the kind happened, may be he was not familiar with that kind of deep kissing.

If Basant was unfamiliar with the art of kissing, Bahar was down right ignorant. Seeing me and Basant kissing she got tempted and joined the fray. She started kissing me like she was kissing a baby, light touches of closed lips only. I was getting excited and wanted real soul kisses.

So, I took the lead. First I brushed my lips on Basant's mouth. He responded by imitating me. I licked his closed lips with the tip of my tongue; he did the same. I pried open his mouth with my tongue and pushed it into his mouth. Here he hesitated and tried to push me away. I was expecting that reaction and was prepared for it. I simply held his head and kept my tongue in his mouth moving all around and feeling the wonderfully smooth inner skin of his mouth. Soon he found the kiss to be extremely pleasurable and then after took over the charge. When I pulled out he was quick to fill up my mouth with his tongue. 

When there was an interlude in our kissing I was still feeling tingling sensations on my lips. Our mouths were swollen and wet. I moistened a finger on Basant's lips and painted the spittle on Bahar's. She sort of revolted jerking her head away and saying, "Bhabhi, why do you do such dirty things?"

Basant said, "Come to me, my flower. Let me show you something." 

Bahar came up and sat on my other side. Basant held her face and applied his lips to hers. The inevitable occurred. She jerked her head away and wiped her mouth. Basant however patiently persisted. It took some time but Basant did not leave her till she cooperated in the kiss. By the time he released her mouth she was dazed. No sooner she recovered she went berserk showering kisses on my face, neck, upper chest and everywhere she could reach. 

Basant asked, "Bhabhi, you are hungry for twenty days how about dinner today?"

A tremor passed through my body. Was he asking for fuck? Amazingly I became aware of my erect nipples and wet pussy for the first time. To tell the truth I did want a fuck with a nice thick and long cock. I could not speak in so many words but my hand brazenly went to his crotch in search of his lund. Sure enough it was there, all eight inches of rigid pole. I fondled his cock through the pajamas, which were wet and sticky with pre-cum. Basant got my message.

Bahar said, "I feel strange sensations in my body when I see you doing nasty things. Bhaiya are you going to do that to her?"

Basant, "If she wants to, how can I refuse? You better go away to the other bedroom. You should not see us."

Bahar, "Why?"

Basant, "Because it is very exciting. What will you do if you get too excited?"

Bahar got up to go but I stopped her holding her wrist and telling, "Don't go please. For my stakes, please stay."

Basant, "Very well. Let's go on to the bed."

The first thing he did on reaching our bedroom was to unwind my odhani (half sari) leaving me in choli (tight skimpy blouse) and ghaghari (flared skirt reaching midway between ankle and the knee, tied on the waist by a string). I sensed that he wanted to remove those two also but was feeling diffident.


Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 01



He made me sit on the bed and hurriedly removed his pajama shirt. He had a wide muscular chest with sparse shot black hair and nipples of dark color. His tummy was flat and waist slender. Apparently he had not put on knickers because his erect lund was clearly outlined making a tent in his pajamas. There was a big patch of wetness over his crotch. Intoxicating sweet aroma was emanating from his body. 

I grabbed his cock and gently squeezed it. Bahar was standing behind him pressing her breasts on his back. She brought around her hands and untied the knot of his pajamas. The pajamas dropped down to his ankles baring his magnificent cock. Eagerly I caught hold of it and started rubbing it up and down. Bahar looked on with rapt attention, her face turned deep pink, one of her breasts nudging his arm. 

Meanwhile he was not standing idle; he was busy unhooking my choli.

I was not wearing a bra. When my breasts were uncovered Basant was stunned looking at them. My hands went up to cover them but he moved them and reverently touched my breasts with the tips of his fingers. My nipples and areolas immediately puckered and became erect. Putting his hands underneath them Basant lifted my boobs up as if weighing them and then covered each of them with flat palm of his hand. It was such a wonderful feeling that I put my hands on his and pressed them on my breasts. Embolden by my gesture he then flexed his fingers and gave each breast a tentative squeeze. A shiver ran through my body while I picked up his cock again.

Bahar who was standing by him came around to me and lifted my face. She put into practice what she had recently learned about French kissing. Basant was now playing with my boobs every other way. He tweaked the nipples, pulled them and pinched them, His lund in my hand continued jerking and spewing large quantities of love juices wetting my hand. I continued rubbing and squeezing his magnificent cock. It was getting harder by the minute. I could feel my pussy getting heavy and wet.

Bahar was fascinated by the grandeur of her brother's lund, in fact this was the first occasion of her seeing an adult penis in an erect state. She sat down beside me and asked Basant, "Haay haay Bhaiya, can I touch it?"

Basant, "Only if you show your breasts like Bhabhi did."

As her kurti (upper garment like frock) had hooks on the back, I had to let go the cock to help her unhooking. When the breasts were bared she covered them with her hands. It was now my turn to remove those hands saying, "You should be proud of your boobs, Nanad Ji. They are the most beautiful. I have ever seen. Don't feel shy."

But shy she did feel. She turned her face away and chewed her lip looking to the ground, glancing surreptitiously towards his lund. I held her hand and put it on his cock. Like any other nubile girl touching a lund for the first time she gingerly held it with her fingertips.

Basant felt for her breasts. He gave each of them a gentle squeeze, pinched already hardening little pink nipples and said, "Take it in your fist and move your hand up and down as Bhabhi was doing. Would you like to kiss it, may be take it in your mouth?"

I said, "Chhi chhi, Devar ji, Aisi gandi harkat kyun chahate ho? (why do you wish such drty activity?)"

Basant, "They say it is very exciting. And speaking of being dirty, it is the mouth which is the dirtiest in the whole body yet you like to suck on the tongue, don't you?"

With one hand Bahar was stroking her brother's lund while her other hand was playing with her clitoris. She was also getting excited and with increasing excitement her shyness and inhibitions were melting away. Still she said, "Bhaiya, please don't insist. I would like to take it in my mouth but I also feel it to be dirty. Why not to try later after you wash it?"

I said, "We will do that."

Bahar, "Bhabhi, when are you going to show us your ... your ...?"

Basant with a sly smile completed her query, " ...your pussy?"

I felt a surge of shyness now that the moment of exposing my pussy had arrived. Nobody but my husband had seen my pussy and that too in semi-darkness of our bedroom. So, when Basant nudged me flat on the bed and lifted my legs pushing my ghaghari right up to my waist, I instinctively covered my pussy with my hands. Bahar brought in a couple of pillows for my head and shoulders so that I may have clear view of below. While Bahar held my thighs wide and up Basant coaxed my hands away and exposed my pussy. I turned my face and closed my eyes.

I heard Basant saying, "Bahar, what do you think of Bhabhi's bhos? Does it not look just beautiful? I have not seen an adult bhos so you know better."

Bahar, "Bhabhi, your pussy is really good looking. I feel like kissing it. Can I, Bhaiya?"

I did not like the idea. So I said, "Please, no kissing there, I feel dirty."

Basant, "Let's try just once. If you like it we will continue, if you don't, we will not do it again. How about that?"

Reluctantly I agreed. Bahar said, "Bhaiya, let me have the pleasure, please."

She pushed her head between my thighs from above. I think being a girl she had an advantage over her brother in knowing the female parts. She very well knew where to touch, where to lick and where to suck. Her first touch with her tongue and I felt like being electrified. My hips jerked violently and I removed her head by grabbing her hair.

Basant playing with his cock smiled and asked, "There. Now, it was not bad. Was it?"

It was not bad; in fact it was very exciting. I was feeling shy being played with. Giri would do nothing of the kind; he would go straight to the target once I am ready and start pumping in earnest. I could not speak but shook my head in negative. Bahar continued eating my pussy.

She licked first the outer lips from back to front and then from front to back. After five or six tantalizing strokes she put out her tongue and making it hard like lund pried open the bigger lips to enter the slit. She twirled her tongue around the clitoris before taking it between her lips and sucking on it. It was impossible for me to refrain from bucking and jerking my hips. Ordinarily the movements of my pelvis would dislodge her mouth from my vulva but apparently Bahar knew her job and knew it well. She moved her head in perfect harmony with my pelvic movements and continued her ravage till the time I was swept into an orgasm.

I do not know how long the orgasm lasted but I could not forget what happened during or immediately after it. Through the haze of intoxication I saw Bahar lifting her head off my throbbing vulva and heard her telling her brother, "Bhaiya, make haste. Ram your .... in her." Or words to that effect and next moment felt my vagina being stuffed full with his rampant cock.

Before I knew, he was deep inside my chut up to the hilt and my clitoris went into a fresh series of ecstatic jerks triggering second, stronger mind shattering orgasm. 

I must have passed out judging from the concern I saw on their faces when I floated down to earth. Bahar was asking, "Are you aright, Bhabhi?"

There was a feeling of relaxation in whole of my body; I did not want to move a muscle. But my chut still felt full and before long I felt the familiar jerk of the erect lund. I was surprised and said, "I am alright, tired a bit but alright. But,... but Basant Bhaiya, you have...have not...have not finished yet?"

Basant, "Pyari Bhabhi, (Dear Sister)Yes, I have. I have had one orgasm while you were having your second one. Your chut is so sweet that my lund has awakened again. It is eager and ready to fuck. Shall we start? Do you think you can take it?"

There is no greater stimulant for a woman than the presence of thick long and hard lund in her chut. That was what happened to me. My insatiable chut started tingling and internal muscles started squeezing the lund. Basant started fucking me with soft slow and deep strokes using only half the length of his cock. Some time, some how he had shifted me up over the bed and now was fucking me in missionary position.

With the time our excitement escalated. The speed and the depth of his strokes increased, they became irregular and very forceful. A time came when he was practically using his cock to stab me with, each stab forcefully shoving my body upwards for about six inches. I was on the brink of an orgasm but some how was not able to cross over in spite of Basant's valiant efforts.

Bahar was worried about me. She said, "Bhaiya, aahista cho ... karo na. Kahin lag na jaay Bhabhi ko ( Brother, do it slowly. She may get injured)." Poor girl, she did not know the capacity of vulva to take such pounding neither did she know the joy of pussy bashing.

Basant was equally ignorant. While Giri in his place would not have changed the tempo of fucking, Basant slowed down again to slow and deep penetrations. My cunt was now milking his lund with regular ripples and my hips were jerking all around. Several times he had to pull out completely to "air" his lund to hold on impending orgasm. It looked like he was waiting for mine to occur first. Unfortunately I was getting exhausted.

Once again Bahar came to our rescue. She saw us struggling and instinctively knew the problem and its solution. She asked Basant to lift himself up on his stretched arms keeping up his slow fucking. Passing her hand between our bodies she cupped my bhos widening her fingers to accommodate the lund. She rubbed the whole vulva and finally pinched the clitoris. That did the trick.

I was once again swept into a roaring orgasm. Basant was not far behind. As if on a cue he frantically fucked me and soon climaxed violently. I could feel his mighty cock jerking and ejecting a load of thick semen in the deepest parts of my chut. 

Basant withdrew from my chut and rushed to the bathroom. Bahar was sitting near by, playing with her clitoris.

I extended my arm and took over her clitoris saying, "Give me the pleasure of pleasuring you."

Bahar said, "Bhabhi, you know I need more. Do you think Basant Bhaiya would fuck me? I wish Giri Bhaiya were here, he definitely would fuck me. Ohh, Bhabhi, your fingers are wonderful."

I said, "I agree with you regarding Giri but don't know about Basant. He may or may not fuck you but permit me the pleasure."

She said, "Oh Bhabhi, you are marvelous" and eagerly lied down spreading her legs. I mounted her and glued mouth to mouth. I pulled her legs up till her knees were touching her ears. This maneuver tilted her vulva forwards. I could then rub vulva to vulva. Soon we both were carried away in sweet joy of clitoral fucking, so much so that we were not aware of Basant coming out of bathroom.

My Devar will now tell you what he did with us two girls.

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BASANT :

When I came out of the bathroom I was totally unprepared for what I saw there. I was simply flabbergasted. I had expected that the girls would be sleeping but no, they were not. They were very much awake and active too.

Bahar was on her back. Her shapely legs were drawn so high that her knees were touching her ears. Her arms were around Manjua's neck who was covering Bahar like a man. Like a man also, she was moving her hips between the thighs of Bahar pounding, I was sure, bhos with bhos. They were silent because their mouths were glued into a prolonged French kiss. Both were stark naked. They were so engrossed in their fucking that they were unaware of my coming near them. Not making any noise I sat down at a place from where I could see their bouncing bottoms and dripping cunts from between their thighs. Unknowingly my hand gripped my stiffening lund.

Both of them were very much excited and were struggling to achieve the release. Bahar was rubbing her own clitoris without much effect and Manjula was getting tired. That was when I entered the scene.

Manjula was startled when I approached from behind and put my hand on her wet pussy. She was pleasantly surprised to find me with them, She however said, "Good that you have come up. Now, take charge of your sister's pussy and let me go."

Manjula was about to get off but I held her wide hips, pushed my lund in her chut, bent down on her and grabbed her breasts. I said, " Bhabhi, Mat jaao, ham tino ek saath chodene, kyun Bahar?" (Sister, Don't go. We three will fuck together. Right, Bahar?)

She said, "Whatever you say, Bhaiya. Oh, ohhhhhh, something is happening to me." She was very much excited and was on brink of an orgasm. I had a mind to ram my lund in her chut there and there. But then, being a virgin chut it would require a lund hard like a rock. At the time mine was somewhat soft fit to enter a chut like Bhabhi's but inadequate for a virgin.

Manjula's chut helped me. A short hard fuck and my lund reared up into a thick, long and hard one, wet and slimy with her love juices, fit and ready to enter any hole.

Bahar's bhos was not far from Manjula's. It was more than ready, overflowing with its own love juices. A little shifting here a little there and my lund could easily reach Bahar's bhos. Holding the lund in one hand I pulled the foreskin up and rubbed the naked smooth head in the wet slit. By now I knew the location and importance of clitoris. When the lund touched the clitoris Bahar jumped up and asked, "Oh Bhabhi, mat chhuo vahan, bahut gudgudi hoti hai." (Sister, do not touch there, I am very sensitive there).

Manjula made it clear, "Nanad ji, Mein nahin chhuti aap ko. Ye to lund hai lund, aap ke Bhaiya ka. Lena hai na?" (Respected Nanad, I am not touching you, it is a cock, your brothers cock. You want to take it in, no?)

Bahar's pussy was already swollen and wet, ready to receive my lund. I geared up to deflower my sweet little sister Bahar.

I followed the instructions I had read in an excellent "How to" book not long ago. Accordingly I pulled down the cap over the bulbous head of my lund. There remained considerable amount of lubricant pre-cum between the cap and the head. I knew now where to find the chut, I placed the cap covered cock head over the closed mouth of Bahar's chut and gently pressed in. The mouth opened to welcome the guest. Not more than half an inch could go in without any difficulty. It stopped reaching the barrier of the hymen.

Bahar said again, "Bhaiya, are you putting your finger up my chut? It feels so weird."

Manjula replied, "Bahar ji, ye vakai lund hi hai." (Bahar ji, it sure is lund.)

Bahar yet could not believe it and asked me, "Sach, Bhaiya?" (True? Brother).

I said, "True, my dear. You want me to get off?"

Bahar, "No, no. Don't do that. I am asking because I did not feel the pain. Instead I have funny feeling in my tummy."

I, "You did not feel the pain because I am still outside of your chut, have not gone past your hymen. Do not worry, let it happen and enjoy it. Bhabhi tu nipples chus. Bahar, ab jara sabr karana." (Bhabhi, you suck her nipple. Bahar, now, bear a little.)

Without waiting I gave a sharp powerful thrust and the slick head of my lund slid in breaking on its way the thin veil of her hymen. Bahar let out a sharp shriek but by then Manjula had glued her mouth to the mouth. I did not stop till whole of my lund was buried in the chut and my mons kissed her mons.

Tears appeared in Bahar's eyes. She said, "This is unbearable, Bhaiya. Take out your thing and get off me, both of you."

Manjula slipped out from between us leaving us in direct contact with each other. She put some pillows under Bahar's head and said, " Jara sabr kijiye, Nanad ji. Abhi dard chala jaayega. Niche dekhiye, kaise fasa hai tumare bhaiya ka lund tumari chhoti si bhos men." (Have patience for some time, Nanad ji. Soon the pain will go away. And have a look below. See how your Bhaiya's lund has fitted itself in your smallish vulva.)

Bahar lifted up her head and looked down where our bodies were joined. No part of the lund could be seen because whole of it was engulfed by her chut and mons was pressed upon mons. Bahar was surprised and asked, " Where is it?"

I pulled out couple of inches. Seeing the thick shaft she felt scared and said, "Bhaiya, so thick?"

To an extent I was also surprised to see the vertical slit of her vulva turned into almost a circle around the thick shaft of the lund.

Manjula said, "Lund mota kyun na ho? Devar Ji tagade javan hein, chhota bachcha nahin. Koi khush nasib hi banegi meri Devarani." ( Why the cock should not be thick? Brother-n-law is a robust young man, not a small boy. Only a lucky one is going to be my Devarani.)

I waited for some time with my lund pushed deepest into Bahar's chut. Then I pinched her cheek and asked, "Little Flower, tell the truth. All along, you did want to get fucked, did you not?"

Her cheeks already pink due to excitement went a shade pinker. She nodded her head in affirmative and instantly was drowned in the sea of shyness. She averted her face and covered her eyes with her arm thrown across. She could not however hide the smile on her sweet lips. I turned her face and bent down to kiss that smile.

As soon as I touched her soft lips my lund jerked strongly increasing in girth by few millimeters. This stretched the hymeneal ring to some extent and Bahar felt a pinch of pain once again. She let out a little "Ouch" and said, "It still hurts."

I reassured her saying, "That was the last. Your chut is fully opened up now. I assure you that now onward there will not be any pain. Watch, look below again."

While she was watching I pulled out almost the whole length of my lund, waited for a couple of seconds and slowly sunk in to the hilt. I repeated the process five times. She looked on with fascination. I asked, "Did it hurt?" 

She shook her head, put her fingers on the mouth and giggled. She said, "Bhabhi, it was not so thick when he was ... was ... was doing you."

Manjula, sitting by the side was caressing Bahar's breast. Smiling, she said, "Every girl taking in the cock for the first time feels that she is being fucked by the biggest cock in the whole world. Or, may be in your case Basant Bhaiya is partial to you."

Having ascertained that Bahar was not feeling any pain I started fucking her with slow gentle strokes.

As I had only recently unloaded myself in Manjula's chut I was looking forwards to a long leisurely session of fucking Bahar. I had expected to give her at least two orgasms before shooting my load. But the reality does not always confirm to expectations. What I had overlooked was the virgin chut of my little sister and its power of making a cock cum.

Friends, there are as many kinds of vaginas as there are faces, each different from the other. At one end of the spectrum are narrowest passages of nubile girls while at the other end are those for whom you have to ask the woman you are fucking, "Is it in?" I came to know about this later on during my studies in Medical School. On that day however, I was unaware of this truth; I had only one chut on my score and was about to add one more. I did not then know that my proud lund would be defeated by the dainty little chut of my little sister.

The fact that I would not be able to hold for long dawned on me during the first few strokes of fucking. You see, when the lund enters the chut the foreskin and the skin over the shaft get pulled up baring the sensitive cock head to rub against the velvety walls of vagina. Ordinarily they remain so pulled up during the whole course of fucking, not coming down till the lund wilts, no matter how many times or how hard the lund plunges in and out of the chut.

It was different with Bahar. Her chut was very tight. The foreskin and the skin on the shaft did get pulled up when I pushed the lund in but came down over the head when the lund was pulled out. It looked as if her vagina was giving me a good hand job. The process was extremely sweet and exciting though painful to my lund at times.




Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 01



Secondly, I could not fuck her fast and rough for fear of injuring the chut or lund. The withdrawal did not pose a problem. It was during the penetration when I had to be careful regarding the force and direction of my thrust.

Lastly, I had before me two pairs of delectable boobs and two sweet mouths with succulent lips. As my hips were busy giving slow deep thrusts of fucking, Manjula and Bahar were equally busy with their boobs, lips, clitorises and tongues. It was like free for all. Everybody was giving everybody else some kind of pleasure.

How long would I last, I wondered.

All the same I started fucking my little angel of a sister. I pulled out a couple of inches of the lund and pushed back in. I repeated the shallow strokes at leisurely pace. Gradually I increased the length of the lund so used and within fifteen strokes came to pull out and plunge in the whole length of my lund. 

The pleasure of fucking was simply exquisite, both for me and for her. Every thrust in or out generated a tingle, which spread all over the body. The lund jerked and attained higher degree of hardness and spewed out fresh quantity of love juice. Her clitoris was pressed upon at the end of each deep penetration. Her chut then gently contracted to squeeze the lund. This was followed by slow tantalizing withdrawal till only the cock head remained in the chut. I would stop there and make the lund jump. She would again contract her chut and squeeze the cock head. That was when I sort of stabbed her chut with a sudden jerk using half the lund like a dagger. This invariably elicited a series of fluttering in the chut along with jerking of her hips. I would then slowly push the rest of the lund to the deepest and rub against her clitoris. We could not repeat this game for more than three times for fear of early climaxing.

Bahar was feeling shy during the early stages of fucking. She kept her face averted and her eyes covered with an arm thrown across her face. Bhabhi was helping by forcibly turning her face to kiss her mouth. Within first few strokes only she showed signs of her active involvement in the act; she wrapped her legs around my waist and her chut fluttered. Then after her excitement escalated faster than mine and she soon started enjoying the lund like a shameless hussy.

By and by her chut relaxed and its grip on the lund eased to an extent. Now the foreskin and the skin of the shaft, which were pulled up, remained so leaving the cock head naked all the time. The fluttering of her internal muscles however increased in frequency. I was still feeling threatened of an early discharge of my load and hence was still fucking her at a slow and steady pace.

Bahar apparently wanted more. She had already started jerking her pelvis. Now she said, "Why are you so slow, Bhaiya? You were doing it fast with Bhabhi. Don't you like my ... my ..."

I kissed her sweet mouth before answering, "I like your chut but I don't want to injure you."

Manjula said, "Don't be impatient, dear Nanad. You have just tasted the lund. Let your chut get accustomed to it. You will then fuck like crazy. "

At this point that book on "How to ..." came useful. I tried couple of techniques I had read. They aimed at clitoral stimulation.

I asked Manjula to put a pillow under Bahar's pelvis. This done, I spread her thighs so that I could move my hips between them. I started with slow but deep strokes using almost the whole length of my lund. Her chut throbbed a couple of times. Then I scooted a little backwards changing the direction of penetration. The cock head rubbed her G-spot while going in. With the lund fully inserted I scooted forwards bringing my mons against hers and massaging the clitoris in the process. When I pulled out, the shaft of the lund stimulated the clitoris all along.

In other method the tilt of her pelvis was changed during penetration and withdrawal. This did not require a pillow under the pelvis. Gently I pulled out about six inches of my dick. I waited for a couple of seconds and then hooking her knees on my elbows I lifted her thighs. This maneuver changed the angle of her vulva so that when I pushed my lund in, all along it went in rubbing against her clitoris. The effect was immediate upward jerking of her hips and spasms in her chut. Before she recovered from this I lowered her legs, changing once again the inclination of her vulva. Now, while being pulled out the lund would slide against the under surface of her clitoris.

I fucked Bahar with both methods. Her excitement escalated fast. Her hips started jerking, her inner muscles contracting faster and stronger than before. Copious amounts of love juices were secreted, both by the cock as well as by the pussy. My cock was rock hard and my strokes were getting faster and irregular.

Once I pulled the whole lund out and banged it like a stick on her vulva. Then I slid the slippery head along her wet slit, back and forth. As soon as it touched the clitoris her hips jerked forwards. Holding the cock in my hand I rubbed her clitoris and she jumped up saying,"Uussss .... That is where it tickles the most."

I quickly entered her and asked, "Meaning where?"

"There, lower dowm."

"In the feet?"

"No, not that far down. The place where your thing has entered me."

"What thing? What do you call it? Where has it entered you?"

She gave me a light slap on my butt and said, "You know the answers and want to hear the words from my mouth. I am not going to speak."

Once again I moved my pelvis and rubbed the clitoris. She responded by jerking her hips and said, "There, right there. That is the place most sensitive and ticklish."

"That place also has a name. Come out with it. Speak up."

I could feel her chut pulsating. She pulled my head down and spoke in my ear, "Bhos. My bhos tickles."

"And what has entered your bhos?"

"Lund, your lund has entered my bhos. Haay haay Bhaiya, please do again what you were doing before aur mujhe jor se chodo (and fuck me hard)."

Hearing these words from the virginal lips of my sister was the last straw. I simply could not control myself. I laid myself on her body taking some of my weight on my elbows and knees and slammed the cock in her pussy. I started fucking in abandon with forceful deep and rapid strokes. I clean forgot about possible injury to my lund or to her chut. All that mattered at the time was the wave after wave of incredible pleasure emanating from the lund and spreading all over my body.

Bahar was not far behind; in fact she was ahead of me. She had me in her grip with her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Yet she was able to move frantically in all directions, jerking, swaying, gyrating and bucking. Her chut was convulsing with strong contractions squeezing my lund. She was cooing, moaning and squealing all at a time. Couple of times she dislodged the lund only to grab it frantically and direct it to her chut. 

When the orgasm hit her it did so quite suddenly. One moment she was all movements; next she was stiff and immobile except the muscles of her chut. Goose bumps sprouted all over her body followed by generalized redness. Her vulva let off fresh quota of love juices and her chut milked the lund in such a delicate way that I could not hold myself any longer. I forgot to be careful and fucked her fast and hard fit to peel the skin off from my lund. I climaxed with a roar accompanying the first spurt of semen and grunting with each subsequent jet. Even when my unloading was complete her chut was still throbbing and milking my lund. The feeling was bordering to pain because my cock head had become super sensitive. I believe her clitoris also must have reached that state because she pushed my mons away from hers.

The storm was over. I gathered the delicate body of Bahar in my arms and kissed thousand kisses. I tried to withdraw my wilting lund from her chut but she held on with her arms and legs. 

I asked, "Any regrets my angel?"

Bahar caressed my face, tears in her eyes. Said, "Basant, why are we born brother and sister? I love you and like to marry you."

This was the first time Bahar had addressed me in singular. It did things to my heart, which I cannot describe. With a voice thick with emotions I tried to sooth her feelings saying, "This will pass away. You will soon come across somebody better than me and immediately spread your legs for him. He will touch your heart with his lund going through your sweet chut."

Little did I know then, that one day my prediction would come true.

Bahar and I did not go home in the evening. We ate dinner and played cards.

Bhabhi was all right, she could take more fucking but she declined. I assured her that I would talk to Giridhari at the earliest.

Bahar was so sore that she had hard time washing herself; sex was out of question.

It was same with me. My lund did not show any cuts or bruises but it was aching all right. It would remember the chut and start getting stiff. With the stiffness would come the bearable pain, which in turn would deflate the cock. The cycle would repeat itself every twenty minutes. No sex, using penis that is, for the time being.

We slept, in different beds, in different rooms. 

The morning was bright and shiny when I opened my eyes. I took some time to get oriented. Then I panicked because I heard voice of Giridhari down in the kitchen. I heard his laughter and felt relieved that he was not angry, meaning there by, he was not aware of what happened in his house last night. Good for everybody.

I washed my face and came down to the kitchen.

To be continued...



Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 02



BASANT CONTINUES ........

The morning was bright and shiny when I opened my eyes. I took some time to get oriented. Then I panicked because I heard voice of Giridhari down in the kitchen. I heard his laughter and felt relieved that he was not angry, meaning there by, he was not aware of what happened in his house last night. Good for everybody.

I came down to kitchen and was immediately greeted by Giridhari in a bear hug. Manjula was stoic, butter would not melt in her...her... let us say chut. Poor Bahar. She could not help herself from blushing. Giridhari was quick to notice it and immediately asked, "Little Flower, you look very beautiful this morning especially when you blush. What is the secret? Did you meet with your lover in your dream?"

I plunged in before she opened her mouth, "Of late she is seeing interesting sort of dreams, juicy dreams." Bahar felt more bashful and did not answer.

Giridhari asked me, "Doctor Saheb, how are you? How is the study going on??"

"Everything is o.k. I did not hear you coming in last night."

"I know. It was Bahar who opened the door and she told me that you two had been playing tash (playing cards) with Manjula till late and you were sleeping when I came. Ordinarily I would be in the fields by this time of the day but today I have been waiting for you to wake up."

I really needed to talk to Giridhari regarding the discord in their married life brought in just by an unconfirmed rumor. A day with him in fields would give me ample opportunity. Hence I said, "I would like to accompany you to the fields, if you don't mind. Can you wait a little longer? Let me bathe and change clothes."

" I cannot wait, as such I am already late. The laborers then would disperse. Tell you what, you come with me and take bath on the well like old times. Remember?"

"How could I forget? Bahar, would you get my clothes from our house?"

Bahar wanted to accompany us. She said, "Can I come with you?"

I said, "Not today. Today we gents do some private talking there while you ladies do yours here, right Bhabhi? May be tomorrow we all four will go there."

Giridhari said, "You don't need other clothes, come on let's get going."

All through out Manjula was silent. Giridhari did not even glance at her before departing. There were tears in her eyes.

Giridhari had a 30-acre piece of land couple of miles from the village. He had planted fruit trees of different types. They were keeping him busy year round and making lot of income too. Deep down, away from the road there was a big well, ever full of water. Giridhari had a pump installed to lift the water. Near by there was couple of small simple cabins, a storage area and a shed housing ten cows. The place was cozy and comfortable. That is where we went and spent the whole day.

We talked about everything under the sky as we had done before. I asked him casually, "When are you going to father a baby?"

"I don't know. Not in the near future."

"Why? Don't you fuck Bhabhi enough?"

His face flushed, he could not speak. Hurriedly I explained, "Oh, sorry that I butted in. It is you personal choice, I have no right to interfere."

Now he lost his temper. He said, "You fool, you have all the rights as far as I am concerned, In fact you are the only person and you very well know it. Yet you are talking like this?"

I could not help but smile at his out burst. I said, "I am sorry I misunderstood you. But the question stands, do you fuck Bhabhi enough or you have found a side kick?"

"Talk about you first, how many nurses you have fucked by now?"

"None. I have not tried yet. And all nurses are not 'chalu'(of loose character). Now don't evade my question, answer me."

"Yaar, mein sara din khet men majuri karata hun. Sham ghar jata hum tab itana thaka hua hota hun ki nind ke siva or kuchh chahata nahin hun. (Friend, I labor here in the fields for the whole day. Evening time when I go home I am so tired that I don't want anything but sleep.)"

With a serious face I said, "Giridhari, mein tujhe pahachanata hun. (Giridhari, I know you very well.) Out with it. What is going on between you and Bhabhi?"

"O.K., o.k.. I hate that slut who cheated me into marriage."

The dam burst. Having started he could not stop. He told almost the same story as Manjula did. We talked back and forth and I was in the end able to convince that the guy who started the rumors was a seasoned liar. Giridhari was calm enough to listen to my arguments and agreed to try to make up with Bhabhi. I was happy with the outcome and in light mood told him, "And you know? If you do not fill up her chut somebody else is sure to do it."

"I would first kill that guy and then her too."

I had no doubt about it. I smiled and 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."

He took some time to understand. Then he was surprised and said, "You mean, really you did Bahar? You scoundrel, how did you manage it?"

I had to admit sooner or later, so why not now? I said, "Yes, I fucked Bahar. I fucked Bhabhi too. But don't take it out on her, the fault was mine and Bahar's."

"Did Manjula object?"

"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."

He 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?"

I smiled and said, "You can try and I can recommend."

Like a young boy he exclaimed, "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 he 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?"

I was standing behind him and with sign language told Bahar that he was joking. 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 Bhabhi had dinner ready. She wanted to remain free to serve others but we insisted upon her joining us. After dinner I sent Bahar home to tell our parents that we were to sleep at Giridhari's house. While she was gone Giridhari went to the bathroom. During that brief period of time I quickly told Bhabhi that Giridhari had been informed about our fucking on previous day. 

She, poor girl was scared to death. I reassured her saying, "He is not mad at you or me or anybody. If he had been mad he would have murdered me there and then. So don't worry. Secondly, allow him to fuck you any way he wants but make sure to take his lund in your mouth for sucking."

"But isn't it dirty?"

"No, it is not. We will make him wash his lund. Now run back to kitchen before he comes out."

When Bahar returned we all went to the bedroom, which was on the upper story at the back of the house. Game of playing cards was suggested but Giridhari would not have it; his mind was set in for something juicy. 

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

Giridhari, "I want to play more interesting games."

I, "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."

Giridhar, "There will be another difference, this time she has a chut without a hymen."

I, "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."

Giridhari, "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)?"

Giridhari, "I did fuck but not Manjula."

I, "If not Manjula Bhabhi, who else?"

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

Giridhari, "I will tell only on one condition."

Bahar, "We accept your condition."

I, " 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."

Giridhari, "Are you sure? You cannot fall back on your word after hearing my condition."

Bahar, "I will not fall back."

I, "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."

Giridhari, "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 I burst out shouting 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."

Bhabhi, "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 had an urge to take her in my arms and fuck her there and then, Mere thought of fucking her was sufficient to awaken my lund. 

Giridhari, "Don't you like me, Bahar?"

She nodded her head without speaking or looking at him. Giridhari said, " I will be very careful. I know you have fresh wound in your chut..."

Bahar blushed a shade pinker than before. She turned to me with murderous look in her eyes and suddenly flew at me plummeting with her fists on my chest, arms, and shoulders and wherever she could, saying, "You had to tell him every thing, Bhaiya!"

I could not help but laugh looking at her face, which showed a curious mixture of shyness, mischief, bravado and fake anger. In the beginning I warded of her punches, then allowed few of them to land with exaggerated show of being hurt and finally stopped her by catching her wrists. Calmly I said, "I told him everything because he told me everything."

Bahar was still struggling to free herself when Giri came behind her and collected her in his massive arms pinning her arms by the side of her body. He said, "Come my Little Flower, it is all in the family; no harm done."

Bahar had no defense against Giri's nuzzling her neck. She stopped her struggles. Giri walked backwards to the bed, sat down and lifted Bahar to his lap like a doll. When he released his hold Bahar made no attempt to come off his lap, Instead, she cuddled against his side throwing her arms around his neck. Giridhari opened his thighs to accommodate her wide hips and supported her with an arm around her waist. He asked, "Do I deserve a girl like you?"

Bahar gave him a long kiss on his cheek. 

Jokingly I told Giridhari, "You botha, your bride for to night is none other than my sister. Be careful, her chut is newly opened, don't make it painful, you polar bear."

He retaliated saying with a mocking voice, "You wily dog, I will kill you if you fail to give two orgasms to that lovely wife of mine sitting by your side. Manju, my dear, allow this crook to have his way and enjoy. He boasts that he has a powerful lund. Let's see how powerful it is. Put to use your incredible chut and milk him dry."

While Giri was lifting Bahar's face with a finger under her chin and lowering his mouth to their first kiss I gathered the soft body of Manjula in my arms. Her husband had clearly given her a green signal to fuck with me. She was visibly relieved and responded without restrain. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

Nuzzling my face on her neck I whispered in her ear, "Dear Bhabhi, Are you happy now? That hunk of your husband clearly permitted us to go ahead and fuck. I am sure later on he is going to fuck you with double the force, so be prepared."

Manjula said, "I am ready."

"Also, it will be a treat to watch Giri's lund plowing Bahar's nubile pussy."

"You will not be able to watch."

"Why?"

"Because you will be busy doing the same thing with me."

"Touche"

Further talk was not possible for Bhabhi was running one of her fingers on my lips as if testing their softness. I opened my mouth and took the finger in. I played my tongue over it and sucked on it. I gripped it like a chut gripping a lund and she performed few in and out movements reminiscent of a lund fucking the chut. She took it out wet with my saliva and ran it over her closed lips. She smeared my saliva on her lips and finally took it into her mouth. Then she smiled her beatific smile.

My lund had been stirring since I sat down by her side because her body was emanating a kind of intoxicating aroma. Her smile with the finger between the lips jolted my lund into instant erection.

It was now my turn. I held the finger and pulled it out from her mouth. It came out with a plop and she giggled. I took the wet finger to my lips and she giggled more. I smeared her saliva on my lips and my lund started throbbing. She was smiling and giggling.

I asked, "Was this not dirty?"

She shook her head. 

I asked, "Why are you giggling? What is so funny?"

"Nothing is funny. Only I was imagining, no, feeling as if you were doing this lower down over my ... my...other lips." 

"Your 'other' lips deserve more than a finger. I am going to run my tongue over them to be followed by my lund."

"Haay, haay Basant Bhaiya. I get funny feeling in my stomach when I hear those words."

"Good, they are supposed to make you feel like that."

She whispered in my ear, " Look at them."

Manjula was sitting on my thighs cross wise and had turned her face towards me and towards the bed where Giridhari was engaged in the difficult task of seducing a girl like Bahar. I had to turn my face around to look at them. We looked on cheek-to-cheek, holding hand in hand.

Their mouths were stuck like rear ends of dogs after fucking. Giridhari with his free hand was trying to feel Bahar's breasts through her dress and Bahar was adamantly shooing his hand away. I could see Giridhari's tongue entering her mouth in deep French kiss. There also Bahar made a feeble attempt to move her mouth away but Giridhari held on and ravished her mouth. Few minutes of soul kissing and Bahar relaxed visibly and Giridhari's hand succeeded in catching her right breast. She immediately grabbed his wrist but did not remove his hand.

I turned to Manjula's face. Our eyes locked for a while but she blushed and lowered her gaze. Her mouth was half open with moist quivering lips. I could smell warm sweet breath from her mouth. She looked up and I bent down and our lips touched. She shivered for a second while my lund gave a mighty jerk.

After savoring the touch of the lips for few minutes I felt the shy tip of her tongue on my lips. That is when I ran my mouth across hers and then pressed hard mashing lips against the teeth. I picked up her lower lip between mine and sucked on it. Manjula tightened her embrace and caressed my upper lip with her tongue. When I released her lower lip she kept her mouth wide open, an invitation to my tongue. I did not delay. I pushed my tongue in her sweet mouth and foraged all around sliding over the warm smooth internal skin. After dueling tongue with the tongue she held my tongue between hers and the roof of her mouth and started sucking on it. My lund got harder and oozed out a quantity of love juice. Her breathing became fast and irregular.

It took some effort on my part to disengage my mouth from hers. I breathed a couple of easy breaths. Marveling at her swollen red lips I said, "Wow, Bhabhi, Is your pussy ..."

I could not speak further because holding my head she had slanted her mouth for the better fit and stuck it on mine and locked it with her dainty tongue up inside. Kissing being much more delicious than talking I did not object; in fact I cooperated by sucking on her tongue. She did every thing with her tongue, which I had done in her mouth with mine. In addition she stiffened the tongue like a lund and sort of fucked my mouth with in and out movements between my lips. She was getting excited fast as I could see from the frequent eruption of goose bumps on her smooth skin.

I stood Manjula between my thighs and unwrapped her odhani. She cooperated by pirouetting and pulling out from the waistband of her petticoat. She was now left in ghaghari and choli.

I sat her once again on my thigh with one of my arms going around her waist. She draped her arm around my neck. Her other hand went to my crotch and captured my lund in a fist through my pajamas. I felt for her breasts.

Her choli was a small tight fitting affair made up of thin silk. It was stuck to her boobs like a second skin. Both nipples and puffy areolas were clearly outlined while almost half of each breast was overflowing out of the low neckline. I lightly held her breast in my palm to appreciate its weight, shape and firmness and nudged the nipple with the fingertips. My palm of its own closed over the breast to squeeze it. Eager to feel it naked in my hand I started unhooking her choli.

What with my playing with her boobs and her playing with my dick, my excitement went up by several notches. My lund became harder thicker and a bit longer; it was uncomfortable being packed into a cramped up place inside my pajamas. It was thoroughly wet in its own love juice.

One of the peculiarities of human penis is that in flaccid state it can lie cramped up inside tight underwear for any length of time without complaining. Let the penis become erect and it will refuse to remain imprisoned in a narrow confinement; being stiff it will not adjust itself and it will not be pulled out easily. Lastly, it is impossible to hide effectively an average penis in erect state no matter the kind of underwear used.

While my fingers were busy on her choli, Manjula was desperately trying to free my cock. At last she located the knot in my pajamas string. A little tug and the knot was untied. She pushed her hand inside the loosened pajamas and maneuvered to pull out my rampant cock. At the same moment her choli parted spilling her boobs in my hand.

Manjula's breasts were of medium size but well rounded and firm. Even after one year of marriage when they had been practically mauled on daily basis her boobs showed no sign of sagging, Each was topped with a puffy areola of two inches adorned with a small delicate pink nipple in the center, Her boobs had not yet attained maturity as she had not become pregnant yet.

I loved her boobs. I gently caressed them with fingertips, pressed them with the flat of the hand on her chest and tenderly squeezed them in my palms. I picked up the small nipples between thumb and the forefinger, pulled them, tweaked them and pinched them. Her breasts, if anything became more engorged and more firm; the nipples became erect and very sensitive.




Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 02



Manjula's hands were also busy. She knew what to do with an erect cock. At first she held the shaft in her fist and gave it five or six strokes up and down along its length. When the lund became rock hard she pulled the skin on the shaft up till all the foreskin was taken up and the distended bulbous head was completely uncovered. She did it to the extent of being mildly painful. Down stroke was equally extreme. She pulled the skin down till the foreskin hung half an inch beyond the tip of the cock. In the end she pulsed her fist like fluttering of orgasmic vagina and milked the love juice out of the slit in the cock head.

The lund responded the only way it knew: getting harder, thicker and spewing more love juice.

Once again Manjula drew my attention to Giri and Bahar. It so happened that they were also looking at us. Giridhari said, "You, bahenchod, see that you fuck my wife proper and full or I will cut your dick and feed it to dogs."

Bahar was flat on her back. She put her fingers on Giri's mouth and prevented him from speaking further on those lines. We saw that his hand was still on Bahar's covered thigh far from her bhos: he had a long way to go. 

Giridhari pointed at us and said something in her ear hearing which Bahar turned and hid her face. 

I said, "Out you botha, what did you tell her? Let's all hear it."

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

I said, "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 my advice, I could see her thighs relaxing and allowing his hand in its upward journey towards her bhos. Again, leaving them to themselves I turned to my beloved Bhabhi.

I now made her sit up reclining on the sofa with her hips over the edge and legs drawn up. I freed myself of my pajama and kneeled between her thighs. She had fair skinned smooth and heavy thighs. When she kept her legs straight her thighs touched each other from the knees below to the bhos (vulva) above. When I widened the thighs, her bhos came into view but the labia did not open; they remained closed concealing the inner parts. There was lots of love juice in the slit, the labia were wet and swollen. The clitoris could not be seen.

I supported her thighs on my arms and started kissing one after other on the inner sides of her knees. Besides touching them with my lips I, at places sucked on the skin, took a bite and licked with my tongue. Gradually I moved upwards trailing my fingers in advance of my mouth. Bhabhi was feeling tickled and excited and could not hold herself steady. She writhed this way and that, still ravaging my poor lund with her fist. Just to make sure that I was on right path, I stopped my activity for few seconds. Bhabhi was worried and asked immediately, "Kya hua? (What happened)."

When I said, "Nothing" she pulled my head to the place where I had left from and clamped her thighs on it. I was assured. I continued my journey upwards.

As my mouth approached her bhos her excitement escalated at a fast rate. I was not far behind. I became aware that the intoxicating aroma, which I had been smelling all along, was in fact emanating from her bhos. Needless to say that there was an out pouring of profuse amount of love juice wetting the whole vulva, her lower tummy and upper parts of the thighs. My mouth tasted her juice for the first time when my mouth reached her groin. I wanted more.

Once I reached her vulva I put her legs down with feet on the floor and thighs well opened. I ran my fingers lightly on the outer sides of big lips, up on one side, down the other. The labia were already swollen, they swelled a little more. The erect clitoris was formerly hidden between the engorged lips; now it became longer and thicker to peep out. It was prominently displayed when I parted the big lips. I again used my finger to lightly run along her slit caressing the delicate smaller lips and the clitoris. The touch on the clitoris was unbearable to Bhabhi who could not control the jerking of her hips whenever I touched it. She pleaded, "Vahan mat chhuna, Devarji. (Please do not touch there, Brother)."

I left her clitoris alone and attended the mouth of her chut. I could easily put two fingers just inside. I massaged her chut for some time and then spread the fingers stretching the mouth wide. I moved the fingers in circular motion to further relax her chut. In the end I pushed in the deepest three of my fingers and felt the firm knob of her cervix. I pulled out the fingers and pushed them in again. I finger-fucked Bhabhi, all the while keeping the thumb at the root of the clitoris. Within few minutes she had a small orgasm.

I waited till her tremors subsided. Leaving her bhos alone I heaved myself up over her and kissed her mouth. She had a thin shin of perspiration on her forehead. I asked, "Are you tired? We can always stop, you know."

"I am not tired. I have to go pee."

"O.K. Wash your bhos before coming out. I plan to eat you."

"Haay, haay. Aisa mat kijiye. Mein to mar jaaungi. ( Oh, oh, don't do that. I will die)."

"Don't worry. Come on, go."

While she was gone I went up to those love birds on the bed. By then Giridhari was flat on his back with Bahar face down on him. His lund was flat on his tummy. Bahar had adjusted her bhos on the lund so that it was fitted lengthwise in the slit of her bhos. With the to and fro movements of her pelvis she was rubbing her crack on the lumd like a wagon rolling up and down on rails. Giridhari had his paws on her rounded ass cheeks guiding her movements. Every upstroke of the bhos brought out aahs and ooohs from Bahar.

Giridhari said, "Little Flower, kiss your Bhaiya's lund." 

Bahar by now had shed some of her inhibitions. She smiled and turned her face to me. I had to bend forwards a little to bring my lund to her mouth.

She kissed the tip with her closed lips and giggled.

Gridharri, "Now take him in your mouth, "

Bahar was glad to do that. As she turned and was about to take my lund in her warm mouth she gave a sort of jolt and went rigid for few seconds, her mouth opened into a voiceless gape. Giridhari stopped moving. 

That is when I realized that Giridhari had pushed his lund in Bahar's chut at the same moment she was trying to take my lund in her mouth. She must have felt some pain because the wound of torn hymen was fresh and Giridhari's lund was certainly thicker than mime.

But brave little Bahar took it in stride. She put out her hand to hold steady my lund. She licked first the shiny head with her tongue. That in itself made my lund jerk several times. On one hand she moved her lips over the head and started taking it in her mouth, on the other hand Giridhari carefully lowered her hips slowly allowing his thick lund to slither into her chut. 

With his lund buried in her chut Giridhari held the position without moving. I got busy slowly fucking her mouth. Unluckily Bahar was not yet used to taking in a cock like mine and started gagging,

I did not want to make it unpleasant to Bahar and hence I 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 my lund from her mouth. Manjula took it from her hand and led me to the foot end of the bed from where we could watch Giridhari's lund entering Bahar's chut. By then she had lowered her hips on his lund and it was fully buried in her chut.

Giridhari said, "Everything is alright, right Bahar? Does it hurt?"

Meanwhile Manjula had returned. Silently she led me by my lund to the foot end of their bed from where could be seen the meeting of chut and lund from between their spread thighs. Bahar's bhos was dilated to the fullest. His thick penis, a ridged cylinder of solid meat, wet and slimy with their love juices was smoothly moving in and out of her chut. His heavy balls were bunched against the root of his pole. Bahar's cute little pink asshole was visible without hindrance. The ridges of the lund became visible with each throb of his lund while the little butt-hole puckered with each contraction of the pussy.

Being in superior position it was Bahar who was moving her pelvis in the coital dance. However, her strokes were getting slow and she was panting. After about fifteen strokes she was totally exhausted. Giridhari asked her to hold herself lifted up from his body. When she positioned herself Giridhari started pumping from below. By now there was enough amount of love juice to allow smooth and easy excursions of his thick lund in her narrow chut.

Bahar could not take more than ten strokes before collapsing due to exhaustion. She had yet not reached her orgasm. Giridhari pulled her down on his chest, asked to straighten her legs and turned himself taking Bahar in his arms. Once in superior position he pushed his knees between hers and spread them. Bahar wrapped her legs on his waist. Then he saw us.

We were standing by watching. Bhabhi was clinging to my neck with one arm. She was holding my lund in her other hand. I was playing with her breasts and rolling the nipples. Giridhari said, "Come on, Doctor, come over the bed. It is big enough for all of us."

We went up. Bhabhi lied down with her head towards the feet of Giridhari and Bahar. Putting of pillows under ladies' heads enabled them to view each other's fucking. We started with slow rhythm and deep penetration using the whole length of the lund. At the end of each penetration I swayed my pelvis side to side massaging the clitoris with my mons. Bhabhi's chut would then respond by contracting and squeezing my lund. At the other end I would pull the whole lund out and allow the slick head to slide over the clitoris. This would make Bhabhi's hips execute some jerks, usually forwards and backwards. Then I would stab her chut with the dagger of my lund, being careful to use only half the length. Once half of the lund was in I would slowly slide it in to the fullest and then repeat the whole cycle.

Four or five such cycles of deferential fucking and Bhabhi plummeted herself into torrential orgasm. Her body stiffened and chut went into a series of spasms milking the lund. Her eyes first rolled and then shut tightly. She drooled out saliva and goose bumps erupted on whole of her body. Her nails scratched my back. I continued pumping at a steady fast rate and released my load before her tremors subsided.

Nearby Giridhari was giving Bahar some serious fuck. Each of his strokes jerked her body some six inches upwards. She, on her part, was desperately trying to precipitate orgasm by jerking her hips in all directions in spite of the fresh wound of defloration in her chut. Giridhari knew what to do. When he neared his own release he sneaked his hand between their bodies and to her clitoris. In less than five strokes with his finger on her clitoris Bahar was swept into a glorious orgasm. Giridhari also climaxed along with her forcefully bashing his pubis on her vulva, each thump being accompanied by loud groaning and spasmodic clutching of poor Bahar in his massive arms.

Silence prevailed in the bedroom broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and occasional smooch of a kiss. Both of us guys got off pulling out our wilting dongs and took turns to go to the bathroom for much needed pee and a wash. Bahar was next while Bhabhi went in last. I reclined on the bed while Giridhari sat on sofa. Bahar came out and cuddled with me. None of us cared to put on clothes.

Bhabhi came out last. She had put on a full dress of choli, ghaghari and odhani. She saw Bahar by my side and with some hesitation walked towards Giridhari. He put out his hands and welcomed her.

Giridhari would better narrate what happened between the two of them.



Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 03



Hi,

I am Giridhari, the elder cousin of Basant. He, in 'Sister And Bhabhi At A Time, Part 1 & 2' narrated how he fucked my wife Manjula and his younger sister Bahar in one sitting. That day he came to know that I was estranged with Manjula. Basant intervened and I agreed for reconciliation. We four spent a night at my house during which he once again fucked Manjula while I fucked Bahar. All the three of them have insisted that I write my side of the story.

Boy, it was a unique experience; I will not forget that night of the nights. For one thing, I did not have sex during twenty days of estrangement. True, I could have relieved myself in the chut of any of the young laborer women but I did not do it because of, kind of, temporary "loss of appetite." The hunger for a piece of an ass hit me with double force that evening when I saw Bahar.

Being my younger cousin Bahar was not a stranger to me. However, last I had seen her was before one year when she was a gangling teenager, all skin and bones. No more this time. This time she was pleasantly filled up in all the right places and had a kind of sparkle in her eyes, which you find only in nubile girls who are ready to get fucked. Whatever, in one glance I took the stock of her tits, her butt and her thighs. Add to it the fact that she was the one who opened the door when I came in and threw herself in my arms. It might have been an innocent gesture on her part but it did things to my lund that caused it to raise its head instantly.

That night I broke my sexual fast by fucking cousin Bahar. Well, I admit that I had limited experience of fucking women; in fact, Bahar's was the third chut which I fucked. So, I could not justifiably make comparison of one chut with the other. However, fucking Bahar was a unique experience for me in several ways. First, she was the youngest of the three pussies I had fucked so far; Second, while entering her narrow chut I felt as if I was deflowering a virgin, her newly opened chut was that tight. Lastly, it was for the first time that my wife was being fucked by someone else right before my eyes while I was fucking Bahar. I did not know that the sight of another lund pumping Manjula's chut would prove to be so strongly provocative to me. Forgetting that Bahar's hymen was broken only recently I had fucked her forcefully to two orgasms before unloading myself. By that time Basant was also done.

We took turns going to the bathroom for wash. Basant went in first followed by me and then Bahar. Manjula went in last. Basant came out and reclined on the bed. Bahar cuddled with him, I sat on the sofa. None of us three was dressed. 

Bahar said, "This should have been second suhaag raat for Bade Bhaiya and Bhabhi"

I, "I know, but I wanted you first."

Basant, "How is that? You had hardly seen her."

But I had seen her when Basant was sleeping and Bahar came to open the door to let me in. At first I could not recognize her. Then when I did I was surprised to see her in my house at that odd hour. And when I had an eye full, my cock jumped up to an instant hard on. She looked ravishing in that thin nightdress which did nothing to conceal the shape and size of her boobs and butts. The last straw was feeling of her pliant body in my arms when she threw herself at me. There was a riot of hormones pent up for twenty days inside my body. I had to fuck her and fuck her quick.

Bahar kept on smiling with downcast eyes, not saying anything. Basant teased her, "Little Flower, admit that your pussy also was itching for his lund."

For this Basant received a reward of a resounding slap on his butt, from his 'Little Flower'.

Basant ignored that and said, "Bhaiya, please don't miss fucking Bhabhi now. If your pecker does not cooperate, show some affection, some love, which she is dieing for."

Before I could answer, Manjula came out fully dressed in choli, ghaghari and odhani. With uncertain steps and down cast eyes she moved towards me. She was feeling shy like on our wedding night. I put out my hand, which she took and sat down on the floor at my feet with her head on my knees. I came off the backrest and ran my fingers through loose tendrils of her hair. I caressed her smooth cheeks. She covered my hand with hers and pressed it to her lips. I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

I parted my thighs a little. She put her head on the border of sofa between my knees and looked up. I am sure she could see my flaccid cock and balls underneath. She put her hands on my thighs and started caressing them gradually inching upwards. She had never been so overt in sex; usually it was I who had to coax her into foreplay and ultimate sex. May be she was feeling a little bold in presence of Basant and Bahar.

She was staring at my cock and licking her lips. Her fingers ultimately reached their destination. I was feeling tickled when she touched my lund. My scrotum contracted pulling the balls up against the root of the cock, nothing else happened, the cock did not stir. She played with the limp cock for long enough but surprisingly it refused to shake its slumber. 

With my limp cock hanging from her fingers she looked up into my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders meaning, "I don't know". She lowered her gaze and did something unexpected of her. She scooted a bit upwards, peeled off the foreskin from the head of the cock and took it in her mouth.

Now, cock sucking by the wife is nothing new just as is pussy licking by the husband. With Manjula the situation was little different. Due to some unknown reason she had developed strong aversion to oral sex. During the early days of our married life, a couple of times I had cajoled her into taking my well-cleaned lund in her mouth. She could not take it past her lips without retching. Similarly it took a lot of convincing from me before she allowed me to put my lips on her bhos. Oral sex had come to be a kind of taboo for her. That being the case it was a pleasant surprise seeing her taking an initiative to put my lund in her mouth. 

Giving head on a limp cock is not easy. Simple pulling up of the prepuce is difficult and so is stroking on the shaft. But she persisted till eventually the cock started stirring. She laved the head with her tongue and exerted negative pressure of sucking. I was feeling increasing degrees of sweet tingle in my cock, making it harder by the second. Once it was semi erect she could easily slide the skin up and down on the shaft. That helped both of us. Within few easy strokes the lund stiffened to full extent. The enlarged head almost completely filled up her mouth and let out first few drops of kam rasa (love juice).

She waited for few seconds and then stared bobbing her head moving few inches of the lund in and out of her mouth. She gagged couple of times but did not back out. Her mouth secreted large quantity of spittle. Mixed with my love juices it bathed the whole length and girth of the lund and overflowed to the scrotum below.

Manjula was looking so innocent and vulnerable that I felt a surge of tender love arising in my heart. I looked back and realized that I had been treating her unfairly. Before marriage I had fucked her Bhabhi Indumati almost before her eyes. That in itself would have been a reason sufficient enough for her to annul our engagement. But she did not. And here I was accusing her of having an affair before marriage entirely relying upon the word of a known vagabond and a crook. I had not given her a chance to explain herself. 

And here she was trying to appease me by any means she could including giving me a blowjob. I felt guilty and remorseful. I decided to make it up with her. I would take her to the City, buy some ornaments, dresses etc., feed her in a nice restaurant and take her to a cinema. I decided to give her a minimal of two fucks everyday for next two weeks

I would start right away by giving her a long awaited fuck.

I leaned forwards and took her face in my palms and pulled her up into my lap leaving behind my twitching lund. Her lips wet with saliva and swollen due to excitement were quivering; her eyes brimming with tears were sparkling. She was holding my wrists for support. I did not wait for preliminaries, just glued my mouth to hers. She opened her mouth as if inviting my tongue to enter. I did not disappoint her. I filled her mouth with my tongue and in the process came to taste my own love juice. Not bad.

Manjula hung on me with her arms around my neck. On one hand she started sucking on my tongue as she did on my lund and on the other she gripped my lund in fist and squeezed it. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was getting faster. Our desire was escalating. It was uncomfortable to carry on further foreplay while on sofa. Breaking the kiss I stood her up and lead her to the bed.

I was stark naked while she was fully dressed. My rampant lund was heavy, swinging not unlike an elephant's trunk. Bahar and Basant, still reclining on the bed shifted to make way for us and applauded by clapping, saying, "Bravo, bravo"

Basant, "Bhaiya, lund ke chhilake nikal pade tab bhi chhodana mat Bhabhi ko. (Brother, don't leave Bhabhi even if the skin is rubbed off from your cock)."

Bahar, "Bhabhi, squeeze him dry."

The first thing I did on reaching the bed was to remove Manjula's clothes. She did not object. At the same time she could not control her shyness. She tried to cover her bhos and breasts with her hands and could not look at me in the eyes. She looked so innocent, so sweet, so sexy. I kicked myself for wasting twenty days. I asked her what she would like to do. She silently fell down on her knees in front of me and once again took my lund in her mouth.

I had not imagined that fucking mouth would be so pleasant. Much later she admitted that the pleasure from mouth fucking was no less intense than chut fucking though somewhat different. Both of us were novices in the field of oral sex but we made the best of it. With my hands supporting her head I could fuck her mouth with deliberate strokes. She on her part controlled the depth of penetration by her hands on my hips. The mouth and the lund were both inundated with saliva and my love juice making it smooth and easy for the lund to go in and come out, I started with shallow slow strokes waiting for few seconds at the end of each penetration to get her throat used to the presence of the lund. Gradually I increased the depth of penetration without changing the speed. More and more of the lund now could go in without causing gagging. In the end Manjula's throat could swollow the whole of my lund without any discomfort.

When she achieved that feat she looked up towards my face and smiled. It looked so funny, smiling mouth full of lund! She also was tickled. She pulled out the entire lund and went into a spate of giggling. I welcomed the respite because I was feeling myself running rapidly to the climax. I pulled her up and wrapped her in my arms. She asked, "Pasand aaya? (Did you like it?)."

I kissed her swollen mouth, licked some spittle from her lips and replied, "I liked it very much. But, did you not feel dirty as you used to do?"

"No, it was very sweet for me. I did no know that it would be this good."

"Love changes every thing, doesn't it?"

"I love you so much, Giri that I would die."

"I could see today, dear. I realize my mistake and ask for your pardon. I promise that I will not do anything which would hurt your feelings."

"I don't want your promises. Just love me, my dearest. Make some space for me in your heart."

"I will, I will and I will. And as a first step I will do this ...."

Picking her up I placed her on the bed flat on her back and with her hips at the edge. She knew what I was about to do. She blurted out, "No, no . Please" and tried to sit up.

I bent forwards between her thighs kissed her on the mouth and reassured her, "It is alright dear. I have not done anything like this before, as you know, but I am sure you will like it. I will like it too."

"But it is dirty, my ....my ....parts are not clean."

"Don't worry, they are clean enough for me. Now lie down relax and enjoy."

Bahar and Basant were watching us with surprise printed boldly on their faces. Later on they told me that they were astonished at my turn around. Meanwhile they continued fucking, with Bahar sitting face to face in Basant's lap.

I kneeled on the floor taking Manjula's legs on my shoulders. I must at this point admit that it was for the first time that I was having a close look at her bhos. All the fucking we had done so far had been either in darkness or with partial undressing. By the same token she also had not seen my lund so far. Secondly, even though I ventured to give Manjula pussy-lick I had no idea as to how it could be done. All I knew of the process came from watching a couple of porno movies. Let's try and see, I told myself.

I was impressed by the looks of Manjula's bhos. I was thrilled to see this small area of three by four inches through which my lund had entered her body and had been the source of incredible joy, both, to me as well as to her. As I neared it I could smell the intoxicating aroma emanating from it and my lund jerked to higher degree of stiffness.

Reverently I touched her vulva with my fingertips and ran them up on one side of the bigger lip and down the on the other. Manjula giggled and said, "Oh, ohhh , it tickles."

I persisted however and continued caressing for some time. Her slit between the bigger lips, about three inches long was overflowing with love juice.

Putting s thumb at the middle of each of the labia I pulled them apart. The inner pink area came into view. Everything was there as described in some of the books, the delicate inner lips looking like petals of a flower, the puckered pee hole almost in the middle; clitoris, engorged and shiny at the front end and closed mouth of her chut at the back end of her slit. The clitoris looked like a small penis complete with glans and prepuce.

Without much ado I applied my tongue to the place between big and small lips of right side and ran it upwards up to the side of the clitoris. I repeated the process on the left side. I gave five or six such swaps before touching the clitoris. There I laved the sides of the small but erect shaft and finally reached the head of the clitoris. I nibbled on it with my lips, sucked on it and caressed it with my tongue. Manjula could not bear this assault on her clitoris. She bumped and jumped, gyrated her hips, pushed her crotch into my face and then pulled away from it. She tried to shake me off by holding my head by hair, She could barely speak, "Ohhhh, pyare, ye kya kar rahen hein aap? Mujh se saha nahin jata. Kab chodenge aap? (Ohhh dear, what are you up to? I cannot bear it. When are you going to fuck me?)"

Lastly I introduced two fingers in her chut. With the motion in and out I finger fucked Manjula for some time. All the while my thumb was rubbing the area around the clitoris. In the end I tested her opening by circular motion of my fingers. She was more than ready to receive my lund; my lund was eager to enter the chut.

I stood up and found that my lund was at a higher level than her bhos. I remedied the situation by putting a thick pillow under Manjula"s hips. By this not only the bhos was elevated but also its angle was changed. Holding my lund I directed it to the opening of her chut. All the efforts and time spent after foreplay were repaid adequately when the thick head of the lund easily could engage in the mouth of the chut. That done I wrapped her legs around my waist, bent over her and passed my arms behind and then above her shoulders to hold her firmly. With steady pressure of my pelvis I pushed my lund in her chut and stopped only when mons pressed against the mons and I could not go any further. Manjula let out a prolonged moan of satisfaction. 

I held the lund deeply buried without moving. I savored the taste of warm velvety walls of vagina on the length of my lund while her chut got accustomed to its thickness. Manjula drew my head down for a prolonged French kiss. 

Clapping of the hands from Basant and Bahar broke our kiss. Manjula hid her face while I grinned like a gorilla. Bahar still was in Basant's lap possibly with his lund up into her chut.

With great love and tenderness I started to fuck my dear wife just in a way I had done on our wedding night. First few strokes were slow in and slow out from the tip of the lund to the hilt. Rubbing of mons to mons at deep penetration stimulated the clitoris at the same time it widened the chut. I varied the angle of penetration and of withdrawal lifting and lowering her thighs to change the inclination of her bhos. Time and again I pulled out completely to kiss her clitoris with the head of my lund. That kind of kiss threw Manjula into frenzy of pelvic jerks and gyrations, her hand grabbing the lund and dragging it to her chut.

While my lund was busy pounding the chut, my hands were taking care of her breasts and nipples. My mouth was glued to hers. We were not getting enough of each other. I wanted to prolong that blissful experience and hence I kept a slow and steady rhythm but what with the gentle squeezing of the lund by the narrow chut and foraging of her tongue inside of my mouth, my excitement escalated by second. I was fast approaching my climax.

I did not want to release myself so soon; I wanted Manjula to trip over first. So, I was forced to change the rhythm of my strokes. I gave her eight to ten shallow strokes in rapid succession and pulled out completely as if to air my lund. After ten seconds I pushed the lund to the hilt and gyrated my pelvis stimulating her clitoris. She responded by similar movements and Ahs and Unhs from her mouth. Then I pulled out half the length of my lund and repeated the sequence of rapid strokes and withdrawal. Later on, in moments of sanity, she informed me that every movement of my lund was generating a spark of incredible pleasure in her bhos, which was spreading all over the body.

Manjula could not take any more. Five cycles of this kind of fancy fucking and she was swept into glorious orgasm. That was where I made a mistake, or did I? I stopped pumping with the lund deeply buried in her chut. She convulsed for some time and suddenly relaxed, completely, except the spasms of her internal muscles squeezing my lund. Before I could pull out a strong orgasm engulfed me and I lost contact with the world.

A voice coming from remote source awakened me, "....to kill her or what? Let her go, you botha, you will break her bones."

That was Basant's voice. I opened my eyes and came to earth. I had Manjula in my arms crushed against my chest. I released my hold and she took some shuddering breaths but remained wrapped around me. I tried to dismount but she hung on and turned so that we were now our sides, face to face. Trickles of semen flowed out from her chut even while my wilting lund was still inside. In a burst of emotions I smothered my wife with thousand kisses. She responded by shading tears of joy.

Bahar and Basant, still naked, came to us. Bahar bent down and kissed, first Manjula and then me. Her eyes were brimming with tears when she said, "Oh, Bhaiya, I am so happy to see you like this. Bhabhi, you are lucky to have a husband like Bhaiya. The way he fucks! Bhaiya, before we go back to town, you will have to ... to ... haay haay ... Basant Bhaiya, tell him."

Basant, "No, you tell him."

Bahar, "O.K., Bhaiya, you will let me have the taste of your ... your wonderful lund?"

My wonderful lund at the moment had slipped into deep slumber and was not likely to wake up before one hour. Bahar was standing near me. With my palm on her rounded hip I pulled her nearer and planted a kiss on her sweet smelling bhos. She immediately jerked away. I said, "I will be pleased to make you happy, my dear. What do you say, Manjula?"




Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 03



Manjula did not answer; she was already snoring. We also called it a day (or night?) and went to sleep.

Next morning I woke up in an empty bed; Manjula was already in the kitchen busy with tea and breakfast. Bahar was there, helping her. Basant was taking bath.

There was a kind of glow on faces of the girls, result, no doubt, of previous night's fuck. I clasped Manju from behind and felt for her bhos across her pajama, asking, "How is my flower this morning? Is it sore?"

Manjula turned red and with an effort shook me off. Bahar was near by. She said, "After many nights Bhabhi slept soundly in her husband's bed."

Basant, "You scoundrel, your secret is out. You fucked Indu Bhabhi in Manjula's home before your marriage. You rogue, you will have to tell us about your exploits or Bahar will not allow you to touch her again. What do you say, Bahar?"

Bahar, "Absolutely."

I wondered how they came to know about Indu Bhabhi. Manjula might have told them. Whatever, I didn't care. I said, "I have to go to the fields to supervise the laborers. Let's keep it for the evening."

In the evening, after the dinner we sat down in our bedroom. With mutual consent Bahar was sitting cuddled with me while Manjula was with Basant.

I began at the beginning.



Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 04



Giridhari tells his version of the story ....

Friends,

My cousin Basant and my dear wife Manjula have told the story of our marital discord and its resolution. However, there are some gaps in the story which I can fill up and complete the picture. I hope you will enjoy it.

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 futures. The occasion was a marriage of one of the several cousins of Manjula.

My father 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, 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, 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.




Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 04



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.




Sister and Bhabhi at a Time Ch. 04



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.