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 Rockygy 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.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 in law)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-in-law, 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-in-law, 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.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.