I still wake up with a stiff lund thinking about last Holi in Surat. This indian festival sex story is mine and I aint dressing it up pretty. Our society was full of shrieking kids and uncles dancing like fools. I am Karan, twenty nine, live alone in a two bhk on third floor. Meera bhabhi stays right opposite. Her husband was stuck in some plant inspection out of town so she was free and moving around in a thin white saree that stuck to her body once the pichkaris started flying.
By evening the whole terrace was slurry of gulal pink and green and that sticky sweet smell. Her blouse was soaked near the bust so dark survival circles showed clear. She laughed loud when someone threw colour on me and came close with her own palm full of red powder. She rubbed it slow on my cheek then down my neck and left her hand resting there a second longer than needed. I could smell her sweat mixed with attar and cheap gulal. My cock twitched hard inside wet jeans.
When the terrace crowd thinned out
Most people went down for thandai and snacks. Meera caught my eye and tilted her head toward the stairwell. I followed without thinking much. She opened her flat door and pulled me in by the kurta. The hall smelled like incense and leftover sweets. She locked the main latch then turned and pressed herself against me. Colour stained every place we touched. She whispered I have been watching your pant bulge whole afternoon you dirty boy. Her fingers went straight to my zip and yanked it down. My lund sprang out thick and already leaking. She laughed rough and stroked it with her sticky palm till the pink powder turned into pink paste over the head.
I pushed her against the wall and yanked the pallu off. Blouse hooks popped under my fingers. Her heavy boobs bounced free with big dark nipples already hard. I sucked one deep while pinching the other. She moaned and pushed my head lower. I knelt right there on her living room floor and shoved the saree up her legs. Petticoat came next. No panty underneath just that shaved slick chut already dripping. I shoved two fingers in while licking the clit hard. She grabbed my hair and cursed in Hindi under her breath saying mama chod like that keep licking. Her juices ran down my chin mixed with gulal grit. I finger fucked her faster till her thighs shook and she came with a long wet shudder that soaked my whole mouth.
She dragged me to the bedroom after that. Mattress still had yesterday laundry on it. She bent over the edge face down ass up and pulled her own cheeks apart. Look how ready my chut is for you Karan beta. I slapped my thick cock on that wet slit few times then shoved in deep in one go. She cried out and clenched hard around me. Hot tight and a bit loose from kid years but that made it better I could pound without mercy. I held her hips and slammed hard. Skin slap sound mixed with her loud moans. Bed frame started hitting the wall. Every thrust made her boobs swing under her. Colour from my hands transferred to her pale ass leaving red prints like maps.
Second round after she cleaned us rough
I nutted deep inside her first time after maybe ten minutes of savage fucking. Pulled out and watched thick white cum leak down her thigh mixing with pink powder. She turned around looking fucked already hair wild lips swollen. She wiped my half soft cock with her own saree pallu then took it in her mouth warm and slow. She sucked dirty like she wanted every leftover drop. Tongue worked the underside while her hand cupped my balls and rolled them. I grew hard again fast. She looked up with those big eyes and said pour that load down my throat next time gaandu. Filthy talk from a respectable bhabhi made me harder than anything.
I made her get on top reverse cowgirl so I could watch that ass bounce. She grabbed my thighs and dropped herself down till my cock disappeared full length. Then she rode me like she was angry. Hard bouncing till her cheeks clapped loud. I reached around and rubbed her clit rough with two fingers. She came again and her chut squeezed me like a fist. I spanked her ass red while she kept going. Sweat ran down her back rinsing little rivers through the gulal stains. The room smelled of sex and partial fireworks still bursting outside. I lasted longer second round. When she got tired I flipped her on her back folded her legs up near her ears and hammered straight down. Deep strokes that made her moan so loud I shoved my fingers in her mouth to quiet her. She sucked them while her eyes rolled.
I pulled out just before I busted and stroked myself over her face. She opened her mouth tongue out and I painted stripes of cum across her lips cheeks and those heavy boobs. Some landed on her tongue and she swallowed grinning. We lay there breathing heavy for a minute. Outside someone still yelling Holi hai. Inside we were a mess of colour sweat and sticky white stuff.
She was not finished though
Meera got up after a bit went to bathroom and came back with wet towel. She wiped my cock clean then sat on the edge of bed and made me stand in front of her. She licked the clean shaft all over like ice cream then fattened me up again by deep throating till she gagged wet spit running. That third hard on felt almost painful it was so stiff. She got on all fours again this time on the floor on a bedsheet she dragged down. She put one finger on her own asshole and looked back saying this hole also needs festival special. I spit on it plenty and worked a finger in slow. She was tight there. After she relaxed I pressed cock head against that ring and pushed steady. She buried her face in the sheet and moaned long when the head popped inside. Inch by inch I fed her the rest. So tight and hot I almost came right then.
I fucked her ass slow at first then harder once she started pushing back. One hand under her rubbing her dripping chut and clit. She came again with my cock buried deep in her gand and the contractions milked me. I lost it then. Shot thick ropes right up her ass shaking and cursing. When I pulled out cum dribbled from that stretched hole. She stayed like that catching breath ass presented. Filthy beautiful site under the yellow bulb light with Holi colours still stuck in her hairline.
Later we cleaned better with another towel. She put the saree back in a messy wrap no blouse and walked me to the door. Festivals come every year she said but thick lund like yours is rare so next time husband is gone you just knock. I went back to my flat with wet jeans and a stupid crooked smile. Even now months later when I smell gulal cheap packets in market my cock remembers how her chut and ass felt clamping down. That Holi I got more colours than I ever asked for and emptied three loads into a married neighbor who still looks respectable when she waves from her balcony.
Sometimes she texts random late night when the building is quiet. Just two words or a blurred selfie of her tits with leftover mehendi still fading. I stroke myself looking at those and plan what not so soft things I will do when Holi comes around again or even before. Hardcore raw and sticky just how she likes it once the door is shut and every other uncle is busy acting holy.