This desi diwali sex story still makes my cock twitch whenever some random cracker bangs outside my window. I am Suresh, twenty nine, living in a flat in Nagpur with my elder brother Mahesh and his wife Bhavna. That Diwali I was the single one still hanging around after office, helping hang diyas and lights while Mahesh ran around buying last minute sweets. Bhavna bhabhi was everywhere in the house, tight blue silk saree with a thin blouse that showed collarbone and a bit of stomach every time she stretched to light another lamp. I kept staring like a fool, rolling the damn ladoos same as always, pretending I was not hard already.
House was packed with relatives pretending to laugh over diyas and mithai. Kids were busy with sparklers in the balcony so the living room stayed loud. Bhabhi brushed past me twice in the kitchen while wiping plates. First time she just smiled. Second time her hip pressed proper against my thigh and she whispered devarji you look tensed today take one cold drink. I grunted something dumb and she laughed soft like she knew. That saree clung when she turned, blouse buttons strained, and I could almost smell her warm skin under the perfume. I walked off to the balcony with a soda so nobody saw the bulge.
After dinner the big bangers started outside. Whole colony exploding everything so the flat walls shook. Relatives piled on the balcony and terrace for the view. Mahesh got stuck with uncles arguing over which rocket was Chinese shit. Bhabhi said she needed to change her bindi and disappeared toward the spare bedroom at the back. Five minutes later she came out looking for me, fingers curling once at my sleeve. Come help with the extra diyas in the back room she said all casual. I followed like a dog, heart thumping harder than the fireworks.
Back Room Door Clicked Shut Behind Us
She locked that door the second I stepped in. Curtains already drawn, only one small diya burning on the side table giving the room that yellow dirty light. Bhavna turned and the saree pallu was already half off her shoulder. I was waiting for this whole day she said low, voice thick. Do not act shy now. I have seen you staring at my chest every time I bent. Her hand went straight to my pants, gripped my cock through the cloth and squeezed hard. Maderchod look how stiff already. I grabbed her waist, pulled her against me, and kissed her messy, tasting the mint from dinner and something sweeter underneath. No soft shit. Teeth knocking, tongues shoving.
I pushed her on the old bed and yanked that blouse open. Buttons went flying somewhere. Big soft breasts spilled out, brown nipples already hard. I sucked one deep, bit the tip till she hissed, then switched to the other. Her fingers chased into my hair and she muttered yes devar chuso sali boobs ko. I shoved the saree and petticoat up around her waist. No panty. Completely bare mushy cunt glistening already. I pushed two fingers in rough and she was dripping. Saeed yaar kitni gili ho, I told her. She just laughed and opened her legs wider.
I dropped to my knees on the dusty floor and stuck my face between her thighs. Licked her long and slow first then faster, tongue flat on the clit, two fingers still pumping. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over her mouth so the moans would not carry under the crackers. Her hips jerked up into my mouth and juice got all over my chin. After a minute she pulled my hair up. Enough licking. Ab lund nikaal. I stood, dropped pants and underwear together. My cock slapped free heavy and dark, tip already wet. She sat up quick and took it in her mouth without any game. Lips stretched, tongue swirling just under the head while her fist pumped the base. Spit ran down. She looked up eyes watery and said fuck my face proper devar. I held her head and thrust. Gagging sounds mixed with boom boom from outside. Drool everywhere. She took it deep till her nose hit my stomach then pulled off coughing and still smiling.
I flipped her onto hands and knees. Petticoat still bunched. Round ass right there, cunt puffy and open. I lined up and slammed in one go. So tight and hot I almost came on the first stroke. She yelled into the pillow then pushed back hard. Maaro jorse. Harder. I gripped her hips and started pounding. Bed frame banged the wall every thrust but the fireworks outside were louder so nobody noticed. Her breasts swung under her and I reached around to squeeze them, twisting the nipples. Each time my balls slapped wet against her clit she shook. I spat on her asshole and rubbed my thumb there. She clenched tight around my cock and said haan gand mein bhi dal de aastaa se.
Fireworks Covered Every Filthy Sound We Made
I pulled out of her cunt and pressed the head against the tight ring. Pushed slow. She cursed under her breath but pushed back until the whole head popped inside. Hole gripped me like a fist. I spat more and fed her inches. When most of it was buried she started rocking herself, taking more. Devar full daal de. I gave her full length then fucked that ass short hard strokes. She reached under and rubbed her own clit fast. I could feel her whole body start to lock. She came first, hole fluttering and gripping while she bit the pillow half to death. I kept slamming through it till my own load boiled up. Yanked out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back into her cunt just in time. Pump after thick pump straight inside. She locked her legs around me and milked everything.
We stayed stuck like that breathing hard while another rocket lit the gap under the curtain gold. My cock softened slow inside her and some cum leaked out already. She reached down, scooped some on her fingers and licked it. Taste your own spoil she said with that dirty smile. I slapped her thigh soft. Still not done. After two minutes I was half hard again. She noticed and pushed me onto my back. Climbed up and sat on my face first. Cunt right on my mouth, still full of my cream. I licked it clean while she ground down and played with her nipples. Then she slid down and took my cock back in her pussy reverse cowgirl so I could stare at her ass cheeks spreading. She rode hard, slapping down, wet sounds loud in the room. I spanked both cheeks red and she rode faster mutterings maa chudwa de zor se.
I sat up behind her, held her waist, and thrust up to meet every drop. Second orgasm hit her quick. She shook and her cunt squeezed me so I flipped her again, Paul legs up over my shoulders and pounded deep. Sweat running off both of us. Her breasts bouncing all over. I spat on them and rubbed it around while I kept drilling. She kept saying joro se chodo devar mera yeh chut tor do. I lasted maybe five more minutes before I pulled out and shot across her stomach and tits. Thick ropes landing heavy. She smeared it over her nipples slow like she was proud.
Still not clean we heard someone calling for hot chai from far off so we rushed. I used my undershirt to wipe her. She fixed the blouse as best as she could with the leftover buttons and wrapped the saree again. Before opening the door she grabbed my cock once more through the pants and squeezed. Tonight after everyone sleeps you come to my room when Mahesh is drunk snoring she whispered. I just nodded, balls already aching again.
Later When The House Finally Went Quiet
By one in the morning kids crashed, uncles snored on mattresses, Mahesh was flat on the main bed after too much whiskey. I snuck barefoot to their room. Bhabhi was waiting under a thin sheet completely naked. Curtains shut, only phone torch under the blanket so light would not spill. The second I climbed in she pulled me down and kissed wet. No more talk. She rolled on top and rubbed her slippery cunt along my cock till I was iron again. Then she sank down and started fucking me riding slow then fast, hands on my chest. Every downstroke made a soft wet slap. I sucked her hanging breasts while she rode. When she got close she bent forward and bit my shoulder to stay quiet. Came all over me shaking hard enough the bed creaked once.
I rolled her under me, pushed her knees to her chest, and hammered into that messy used hole. Cum from earlier still slippery made every thrust sound filthy. She scratched my back and kept whispering harder devar fuck your bhabhi like an animal. I did until my thirds load built. This time I stayed buried deep and filled her again. She held me there with both arms and both legs till it stopped pulsing. Outside some residual rockets still popped distant. Inside we just panted in the dark with my cock still plugged in her and the sticky mess cooling between us.
Around three she pushed me out gentle and cleaned us both with a damp towel she had ready. Told me to leave before Mahesh turned over. I snuck back to my mattress with aches in my hips and the smell of her still on my fingers. Next morning she acted normal pouring tea for everyone, slight limp nobody else noticed. When she passed me the cup her nail scraped my palm once slow. That was it. Whole day relatives around but my mind stayed locked on how her ass took me and how wet her cunt stayed for hours. Diwali lights still glowed outside limp when I finally crashed that afternoon with half a hard-on under the sheet thinking about the next quiet night.
Even now years later whenever Diwali ads start on TV I remember the back room smell of old mattress and her sweat and the way her voice cracked when my cock was buried balls deep in her ass. No fancy love talk ever happened. Just raw need under the noise of crackers. I still jack off to that memory alone. Bhabhi kept giving me more after that, when Mahesh travelled for work or when she came to drop leftover sweets. Always same rush and filthy heart. That is how my Diwali turned into nonstop filthy nights instead of boring lights and ghee sweets.
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