I still remember that Holi like yesterday even though one full year passed. This is my indian holi sex story and trust me it was dirty as hell from start. I live in Jaipur in this middle class society flats, third floor. Next door stays Sunita bhabhi, around thirty two, married to some sales guy who stays out on tours half the month. Body on that woman is pure fire. Heavy breasts that bounce when she walks, thick thighs, that round gaand that her chiffon nighties never hide properly. I am Deepak, twenty eight, do small business work from home so I see her almost every day hanging clothes or buying veggies downstairs.
Holi morning whole society was mad already by nine. Pichkaris shooting water everywhere, kids screaming, dj playing old Bollywood tracks. I wore old white kurta pajama knowing it will get ruined. Filled my big pichkari and came out. First few friends I soaked proper. Then I saw her. Sunita bhabhi stepped out from her flat wearing thin white salwar kameez, almost see through already from kitchen steam or something. Hair open, that sindoor line bright. She was holding plate of gulal packets pink green yellow red.
I went straight to her. Bhabhi happy Holi I said smiling big. She laughed and threw pink powder right on my face. I rubbed some green on her cheek then lower on neck. Her skin was soft warm. She did not stop me. Friends were watching so I kept it light first. Get fully wet I joked and emptied half pichkari on her chest. The white cloth stuck to her like second skin. Those heavy boobs shape showed clear, dark nipples poking. My lund twitched hard inside pajama immediately.
She looked down at herself then at the bulge starting in my clothes. Eyes got that naughty spark. Come put more colour properly she said low so only I hear. We moved toward the back staircase where less people. I poured yellow gulal in my palm and pressed both hands on her breasts full grip lifting them a bit. She sucked breath sharp. Do properly Deepak she murmured and pushed her chest out more. I squeezed those soft mounds through wet cloth till colours mixed and paste formed. My thumbs rubbed over nipples and she shivered good.
Then her turn. She put both hands inside my kurta rubbing red and pink all over my chest stomach. Fingers went lower and she cupped my hard lund through pajama for two long seconds before pulling back laughing like nothing. Society noise covered everything luckily. Kids throwing balloons, aunties singing. She grabbed my wrist. Terrace is empty come finish the Holi there she said and started climbing stairs fast. I followed that swinging gaand like dog.
Terrace Locked And Colours Turned Nasty
Top terrace of our building stays mostly locked but she had the spare key somehow. We went in shut the metal door. Sun was hot already but wind good. Whole floor empty, leftover dry colours from last year in corners. She turned and looked at me full. Your hands are dirty finish the work she said and opened two buttons of her kameez. Big cleavage spilled. I tore at the wet cloth ripped one side. Her bra was light pink also soaked. I yanked cups down and those dusky heavy boobs fell free jumbling. Dark brown nipples hard standing. I bent and sucked one deep while rubbing green powder all over the other tit making paste of sweat and gulal.
She moaned holding my head. Rakh sale zor se she whispered mixing Hindi. I bit the nipple light then harder. My other hand shoved inside her salwar elastic. Chut was already dripping wet sticky. I pushed two fingers straight inside that tight hole. She was hot inside gripping. Finger fucked her standing while sucking tits. Colours from my face rubbed all over her skin turning orange purple mix. Her hand found my pajama string pulled open. Mera lund jumped out thick hard veins showing. She stared then wrapped fingers around and stroked rough with powder still on palm. The grit felt crazy good on skin.
Bhabhi I want to fuck you right now I said plain. She nodded breathing heavy. Do whatever but fast before someone comes she answered. I spun her around bent her over the water tank edge. Pulled salwar and panty down together to thighs. That round gaand came out full brown cheeks with gulal streaks already. I slapped once left hand print pink. Then rubbed my lund head up and down her wet slit coating precum and her juices. One push and half my cock sank in her chut. Tight hot squeezed hard. She cried out then pushed back impaling rest herself. Iheld her hips and started pounding full strokes. Balls slapping her clit wet sounds loud but society music below covered us.
Her boobs swung heavy under hanging. I reached around squeezed them using as handle while fucking deeper. Lund going full length every time hitting something soft inside. She was talking dirty non stop. Bahenchod aur tez maaro Deepak bilkul phad de meri chut she kept saying voice breaking. I sped up hips smacking her soft gaand red. Colours from our bodies mixed sweaty paste running down thighs. I pulled out flipped her facing me lifted one leg high and slammed back in standing. This angle let me watch my thick cock disappear in her coloured swollen pussy lips. Pulled almost out then buried deep again and again.
She Rode Like Desperate Then Took Full Load
Legs got tired so I sat on the low ledge. She climbed on facing me. Lined my lund to her hole and dropped full weight. Whole cock buried. She started bouncing hard those massive tits flying in my face. I buried face between them licking salty gulal mix while she rode like animal. Up down grinding circles. Her chut making filthy wet noises. I slapped her ass cheeks both sides till they jiggled red. She came first body shaking walls clamping my cock so tight I almost finished. Kept riding through it juices running down my balls.
After her shake slowed I stood carrying her still impaled walked to the wall pressed her back there. Legs wrapped my waist. I fucked upward short hard thrusts grinding base on her clit. She bit my shoulder to stop screaming. More I growled. She answered do it fill me but pull out on stomach better or people notice stains later. I was close anyway. Few more deep pumps felt balls tighten. Pulled out just in time stroked twice and thick ropes of cum shot all over her soft belly and lower tits mixing white with leftover pink yellow powder looking dirty as fuck. She rubbed my cum into skin laughing low. Still hard almost I noticed.
She dropped to knees right there on rough terrace floor. Took my half hard sticky lund in mouth cleaning every drop. Tongue swirling under head then deep throat trying. Gag sound came but she kept. Her hand played with my balls light squeeze. In minute I was fully steel again. She stood bent over again this time hands on the door. I entered from behind slower longer strokes enjoying that view of my cock stretching her dark pink chut open. Gulal fingerprints all over her back and hips from earlier grips. I spit on her hole then thumbs opened cheeks and pushed thumb tip in her gaand while fucking pussy. She jerked but then pushed back more. That dirty hole tight around my thumb.
I sari drunk on lust now. Kept that double filling till she came again shaking knees weak. I wanted more so made her lie on the old mattress someone left for drying clothes. Spread her legs wide shoulders under knees folded her almost double. Plowed straight down deep. This way I saw everything. Her stretched hole taking me completely lips gripping when I pulled out. Sweat and colour paste everywhere. Tits flattened against her chest. I leaned kissed her open mouth messy tongues. No romance just hunger. She sucked my tongue same time I bottomed out again and again. Feel how deep she gasped when I hit end.
I flipped her doggy again grabbed hair like reins and railed hard. Skin slap echoing. She reached under rubbing her own clit fast. Came third time squirting little spray on the mattress wet patch. That finished me. No time pull out. I buried deep and pumped hot cum thick loads straight inside her throbbing chut. Pulse after pulse filling. She milked with internal squeezes till last drop. When I pulled out slow white cum leaked thick from her open hole mixed with her juices running down inner thigh over gulal stains. Hottest view ever.
Second Round After More Colours And Water
We stayed naked panting. She found an old bucket leftover rain water somehow cleanish and we washed face a bit. But I refilled some dry gulal packets she carried and reapplied fresh on her wet tits and fresh fucked pussy lips. Looked even filthier. My lund woke wanting again watching. She noticed smiled tired but game. This time she pushed me down sat on my face first. Chut still creamy from my cum smelled strong sex and powder. I licked long swipes cleaning her swallowing everything. Tongue fucked hole then sucked clit hard till she rode my mouth grinding. Came again legs locking my head.
Then she turned sixty nine. Sucked my cock messy spit while I kept eating her from below. After enough she mount reverse cowgirl. Facing away that gaand view bouncing. I watched my shaft split her from behind as she slammed down. Grabbed her waist helped lift and drop harder. Reached front fingers on clit. She was noise now soft cries. I felt orgasm build base of spine. Warned her. She stayed down full seated grinding and I bust second load deep inside again. Less amount but still good pulses. She climbed off slow more cream pie dripping.
We cleaned bit using rest water and her torn clothes wiped. She wore salwar loose without panty cum still leaking I knew. Kameez tied somehow covering. I stuffed lund back sticky. Before leaving she pressed against me one last kiss dirty. Next Holi again same place you better come prepared she said then slipped downstairs like nothing. I waited five minutes went separate. Rest of Holi I played with friends but mind blank only her coloured bouncing body and that filled chut. Later night I stroked thinking whole scene again. Husband came back two days later no clue. After that we sneaked few more times but never topped that raw Holi terrace session. Every colour packet now makes my cock hard remembering how her body looked painted and stuffed full.
Still think about the way her heavy breasts swung under her when bent how tight that married chut gripped when I slammed balls deep how she begged in mix Hindi English for harder more. Colours hid tooth marks I left on her neck and the handprints on gaand for hours after. Society people saw us both covered laughing normal Holi. Nobody knew minutes before I was wrecking her hole senseless filling it twice. Best fucking festival of my life bar none. Even now months later when Holi songs play on TV my mind goes straight back to that locked terrace water tank and her wet greedy body taking every inch I gave.
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