This hinglish holi sex story still gets me hard every damn time I remember that day in our Nashik colony. Holi was in full swing and I was just Amit from the next flat minding my own business with some bhang and colours when things went totally wild with Sneha bhabhi.
Morning started normal yaar. Everyone out in the open ground throwing gulal and pichkari water. Sneha came out in that tight white salwar kameez looking all innocent but her boobs were already showing shape. I threw some pink colour on her face and she laughed and rubbed yellow on my chest. Her hands stayed longer than needed. Water from the pichkaris made the cloth stick and I could see the dark of her bra clear as day. She caught me staring and just smirked then pulled more green powder and smashed it right on my neck rubbing slow.
We kept playing like that for a while. Other people around shouting and dancing but she kept coming back to me. Her husband had gone to his native for two days so she was free roaming. After some time the crowd thinned a bit near the back water tank area where the big plastic drums sat. She dragged me there saying aapke pair pe rang nahi laga properly while her fingers already sliding under my wet shirt.
Gulal Stuck To Her Soaked White Suit
Once behind the tank she pushed me against the wall and pressed her whole body on mine. The wet kameez was almost see through now and her hard nipples poked me. She said aaj full masti karni hai koi nahi dekh raha while grabbing my already stiff lund through the pant. I squeezed her ass hard and she moaned low then pulled my face down for a messy kiss tasting of thandai and gulal. My hands went straight under the kameez and I cupped those heavy boobs pulling the bra down so I could pinch the nipples. She was breathing fast and rubbing her thigh on my cock like she had been waiting months for this.
I spun her around bent her a little and yanked the salwar down to her knees. Her panty was soaked not just from water but from her own juice. I slid two fingers into her chut and it was burning hot and slippery. She pushed back on my hand saying aur andar dalo na dheere mat and I finger fucked her rough right there with colours dripping off both of us. Pink and yellow mixed on her thighs. My lund was aching so bad I pulled it out and slapped it on her ass cheeks leaving wet marks. She looked back with eyes half closed and told me abhi dal do mat tadpao.
I pushed the head in slow at first because her chut was tight even though dripping. Then I slammed the full length and she almost shouted but bit her hand. The water tank hid us good and the festival noise covered her whimpers. I fucked her standing like that holding her hips and watching my cock disappear into that coloured mess. Every thrust made her boobs swing and more gulal fall from her hair. She kept saying haan aise hi zor se chodo mujhe bahut din baad mila hai while reaching back to spread her own ass cheeks for deeper reach.
I reached around and rubbed her clit fast while pounding and she came hard shaking against the tank wall. Her chut squeezed my lund so tight I almost finished but pulled out just in time. She turned around dropped to her knees not caring about the muddy ground and took my cock in her mouth tasting her own wetness mixed with colour powder. She sucked like she was hungry for it bobbing her head and using both hands on the shaft. I held her hair and thrust into her throat making her gag a little but she did not stop. Spit and gulal ran down her chin onto those big tits.
She Climbed Me Against The Tank Wall
After a few minutes of that wet blowjob I pulled her up and lifted one of her legs. She hooked it around my waist and I shoved back inside her chut in one go. Now we were face to face and I could bite her neck and shoulders leaving marks under the colour layers. She locked her arms around me and bounced on my lund like crazy. The white suit was ruined completely hanging off one shoulder. I told her teri chut kitni gili ho rakhi hai bhabhi and she laughed dirty then bit my ear saying sirf aapke lund ke liye.
We changed position again. I made her bend fully hands on the drum edge and I took her from behind harder this time balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The sound was filthy wet skin on skin. She started talking more filth boling mujhe apni randi bana ke chodo aaj koi nahi hai ghar pe. That pushed me close so I slowed down and played with her gaand hole rubbing the wetness from her chut up there. She pushed back eager so I slid one thumb inside her ass while still fucking her pussy. She went wild moaning louder and I had to cover her mouth with my other hand.
I pulled out flipped her again and laid her down on some old sacks near the tank base. Her legs went up on my shoulders and I drove deep watching her belly move with each thrust. Colours from our bodies smeared everywhere on the sacks. She came second time squirting a little around my cock and that sight finished me. I buried deep and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her chut filling her up. She held me tight with legs shaking and whispered mat nikalna andar hi rehne do.
We stayed locked like that for a minute catching breath. Then she giggled and said abhi to bas shuruwat hai ghar chal mera. I was still half hard and the bhang was hitting nice so I agreed. We fixed clothes as best as we could though everyone could see we were covered more in each other than gulal. Walked separate ways back to the building then I slipped into her flat ten minutes later.
Inside The Flat The Real Damage Started
Door locked and curtains pulled she stripped fully in the living room. Body streaked with every Holi colour and my dried cum leaking down her thigh. I pushed her onto the sofa and buried my face in her chut licking out my own load mixed with her cream. She pulled my hair and ground on my tongue saying saaf kar do phir se dalna hai. I ate her till she was dripping fresh again then stood and fed her my lund which had gone rock hard watching her.
She sucked deep and messy again then climbed on top cowgirl style. Those heavy boobs bounced in my face while she rode me hard. I sucked the nipples leaving more spit marks over the powder. She came again grinding her clit on my base and I flipped her to doggy on the sofa cushions. This time I spat on her gaand and pushed my cock slowly into her ass. She tensed at first then relaxed and pushed back taking more. I fucked her tight ass with long strokes while she rubbed her own chut. The dual feeling made her babble nonsense half hindi half moans.
I lasted long in her gaand because I had already cum once. Kept pounding till her legs trembled and she collapsed flat on the sofa. I pulled out stroked and sprayed the second load all over her back and coloured hair. She reached back smeared it around and licked her fingers clean looking at me with pure lust.
We took a short break drinking water and some leftover thandai. Then she dragged me to the bedroom. On the bed I made her do sixty nine with her sitting on my face and sucking me at the same time. Her chut juice ran down my chin while I fingered both holes. After she got me fully hard again she lay on her side and I entered her chut from behind spoon style slow and deep. One hand on her boob other rubbing clit. We fucked like that talking dirty low. She said kal se soch rahi thi aap kaise chodge mujhe Holi pe and I told her ab pata chal gaya hoga kitna ganda tarika hai mera.
Speed built again. I got on top missionary and pounded till the bed frame knocked the wall. She wrapped legs high and took every inch. Third orgasm hit her hard and her nails dug my back. I could not hold and flooded her chut again with more cum. We lay sweaty sticky and laughing soft after that. Colours had transferred to the sheets completely. She cleaned us a bit with a wet cloth but we stayed naked.
Later afternoon most of the colony noise died. She wanted more so I sat on the edge of the bed and she squatted over my lund lowering herself slow. Rode me facing away so I could watch her ass bounce and my cock stretching her. I spanked those cheeks red under the remaining gulal. She came one last time shaking and I pulled her down hard shooting the final weaker load deep inside.
By evening we were wrecked. She made me leave before any relative might drop by. I walked back to my flat legs weak and mind full of how her coloured body looked taking my cock in every hole. Even now years later when Holi colours come out I remember the smell of gulal and sex mixed and my lund twitches like that first slam against the water tank. That day she was not just neighbour bhabhi she became the filthiest ride I ever had under bright festival sun and later in the locked flat. Every thrust every moan every load still clear in my head and I would do the whole messy thing again without a second thought if she ever looked at me that same hungry way during colours.