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Cousin Birthday Bash Turned Filthy After Midnight Drinks

Cousin Birthday Bash Turned Filthy After Midnight Drinks

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I still get hard thinking about that night in Chandigarh. Man it was supposed to be simple family type birthday for my cousin Rohan. I showed up late around nine with a cheap whisky bottle and some chips. The flat was already loud, people dancing in the drawing room, cake half cut on the table. I told myself this would be just drinks and bakchodi then home. Instead it became the one desi birthday party sex story I keep replaying every lonely night.

Rohan hugged me and shoved a glass in my hand. His wife was out of town so the crowd was loose. Mostly friends from his office plus a few neighbours. Two girls kept catching my eye near the sofa. One was Anjali, Rohan junior from accounts, dark curly hair and a tight black kurti that showed full jugs when she bent. Other was her flatmate Riya, shorter, round ass in jeans, loud laugh. They were already three pegs down and giggling every time I looked.

I sat on the arm of the sofa and joined their stupid game of truth. Anjali asked me if I ever fucked at a party. I said once maybe but kept it vague. Riya leaned close and said bhaiya you look like you hide things. Her hand brushed my thigh like accident. I felt my lund twitch right there. Music was old bollywood remix and the lights were already low. Most people drifted to balcony for smoke.

Anjali stood and pulled Riya toward the kitchen saying they need ice. She looked back at me and tilted her head. I waited thirty seconds then followed. Kitchen light was half broken so only dim yellow. Anjali had refrigerator door open pretending to search. Riya blocked the doorway behind me. Anjali turned and said quietly you been staring at my chest whole evening. I said maybe because they look soft. She laughed and grabbed my hand put it straight on her left boob over the kurti. Soft heavy and the nipple already hard.

Kitchen Got Hot Faster Than Expected

Riya locked the kitchen door with that simple latch. Anjali pushed me against the counter and pulled my face down. We kissed messy wet with whisky taste. Her tongue was pushy. Riya came from side and opened my pant zip. My lund jumped out already thick. She wrapped fingers around it and stroked slow while Anjali bit my neck. I slid hand under Anjali kurti. No bra. Just warm skin and full heavy boobs. I squeezed both and she moaned low so people outside cannot hear.

Riya dropped to knees between us and took my lund in mouth. Hot wet and she was no beginner. She sucked head hard then went deep till her nose hit my stomach. Gag sound came but she stayed. Anjali watched and pinched her own nipples. I pulled Anjali kurti up over those jugs and sucked one then other. Milk white rashes from my teeth showed quick. She said harder chus le. I did. Spit ran down her belly.

Riya stood and wiped mouth. She shoved jeans and panty down together. Black trimmed chut shiny already. She turned faced the counter and stuck ass out. I spit on my fingers and rubbed her slit. Wet like anything. Two fingers went in easy. She pushed back and said mat ched abhi seedha daal. Anjali held my lund and guided it to Riya hole. I pushed slow then full in one go. Tight heat gripped me. I fucked her with short hard strokes so the counter did not bang loud. Anjali kissed Riya while I pumped. The wet sound filled kitchen. Riya came first shaking and almost yelled. I slapped her ass once to shut her and kept going.

Anjali got impatient. She climbed on the small kitchen stool facing me and lifted her own skirt. No panty either. Clean shaved smooth chut open and dripping. I pulled out of Riya and stepped to Anjali. She wrapped legs around my waist. I entered her deeper than Riya. Her walls fluttered. She bit my shoulder and whispered tez chodo. I held her waist and rammed up. Stool creaked. Riya stood behind Anjali and played with her tits and also reached under to rub Anjali clit while I fucked. Double attention made Anjali cum fast breathing hard against my neck. Juice ran down my balls.

Bedroom Shift Changed Everything

Someone knocked on kitchen door asking for water. We froze. I pulled out quick wiped with kitchen towel and stuffed lund back. Anjali fixed kurti Riya pulled jeans. We opened door laughing like drunk fools. I carried three water bottles out and most people believed nothing. Later Rohan said he is going down for more cigarettes and would take half hour. Perfect window.

Anjali grabbed my wrist and mouthed bedroom. We three slipped into Rohan master bedroom and locked. Lights off only street light from window. Anjali pushed me on bed and both girls stripped full. Naked bodies looked mad sexy. Anjali heavy breasts swayed Riya smaller but thicker ass and dark nipples. They climbed on me. Riya sat on my face chut weighing on tongue. I licked straight into her hole tasting salty sweet. Anjali sat on my lund reverse so I could see her ass bounce. She rode hard smacking thighs on me. I ate Riya while Anjali fucked herself on my cock.

They switched. Anjali on face now and she was juicier almost drowning me. Riya rode facing me bouncing those soft boobs. I grabbed her hips and forced her down deep so my tip hit end. She cursed in Hindi softly madarchod itna deep. Sweat stuck our skins. After few minutes I felt balls tighten. I lifted Riya off and made both kneel on floor beside bed. They understood. Anjali and Riya both put tongues out side by side. I stroked fast and shot thick ropes across their faces lips and open tongues. Cum mixed with their spit. They licked each other clean laughing low.

But night not finished. Riya said she still empty inside. She lay back on bed legs wide. I got hard again quick looking at that messy face. I pushed into her missionary slow then hard. Bed springs complained. Anjali sat on Riya face so Riya had to lick her while getting fucked. Triple action. I watched Anjali grind on Riya mouth and felt extra tight around my lund because Riya was moaning into that chut. I lasted maybe ten more minutes then pulled out and came on Riya lower belly white pools. Anjali scooped some and fed to Riya then kissed her tasting both of us.

We cleaned with tissues from side table and dressed. I went out first. Rohan came back later smelling smoke and nobody noticed dirty smell on us. Anjali sat normal chatting other guests with my cum still drying a bit in her hair edge. Crazy shameless. Party wound down around two. I said bye to Rohan and went for my bike. Near parking Anjali and Riya both walked out together. Anjali said phone number exchange and maybe next weekend their flat empty. I took numbers smiling like idiot.

What Happened After I Left

I reached home half dead cock still sticky in underwear. Showered and still replayed every suck every thrust. Next morning Anjali messaged first. Fixed photo of her neck with faint bite mark I left. Wrote still hurt bhaiya next time leave more. Riya added in group that her chut sore but happy sore. I laughed alone and replied soon. Two weeks later I did visit their flat near sector 22. That is another long tale but the birthday night remains the spark. Every detail stuck. The dim kitchen the locked bedroom the way they shared my load without fight. Pure dirty luck.

Even now when I drink cheap whisky smell takes me back to that Chandigarh flat. Cake leftovers and sex smell mixed. I do not know if Rohan ever found stains on his bedsheet. He never said. Those two girls still call me for random nights when they feel empty. Sometimes both sometimes one. But first time at that birthday always stays strongest. Thick air sweat and daring hands everywhere. I was just another guest with bottle and left as the guy who fucked both hosts friends raw. No romance rubbish only hunger and sticky ending. That is how it went and I would not change one filthy minute.

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