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Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate HoliHoli, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her WomanhoodThe marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father, Thakur Hari Singh, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord, the Thakur had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather and that his newly married son should set about propagating the clan forthwith.This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Binita, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though

It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn't get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn't get enough he was like an untamed bull.And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow's hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day's intended menu.She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.She would wake her husband early to go get

Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts…. A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kunal to orgasm. That was how she managed Kunal, when she needed to and it never took Kunal too long to come.But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Sunita felt

நிறைய பேர் கெட்டு போறது பெத்தவங்களால தான். அதற்கு என் வாழ்க்கை கூட ஒரு எடுத்துக்காட்டு தான். என் பெயர் ஷினி. கொஞ்சம் குண்டா ரொம்ப அழகா இருப்பேன். என் கதையை விளக்கமாக சொல்கிறேன். என் அப்பா துபாயில் வேலை பார்க்கிறார். மூன்று வருடத்திற்கு ஒரு முறை தான் ஊருக்கு வருவார். என் அம்மா என்னை விட அழகா இருப்பாங்க. குண்டும் இல்லாம ஒல்லியும் இல்லாம அம்சமா இருப்பாங்க. என் அம்மா பெயர்

Mahesh: Okay… Can I… I mean can I now proceed with the test?Me: Oh! Right! Right! Sure…I tried my best to recompose myself as quickly as possible both vocally and physically!Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr!Suddenly there was this weird sound coming from the front of the car. It was coming from inside the bonnet of the care probably. I immediately applied the brakes and Mahesh helped me to change the gear and made the car standstill.Mahesh: Must be something fouling in the engine area… let me check!I pushed my ass forward so that it was easier for him to get down from the car. He wanted to investigate where from the sound was emerging. He briskly opened the bonnet and I realized indeed it was a God-gifted opportunity for me to save some of my honor and within a flash I was onto fixing my bra hook. I pulled up my churidar top in one go above my big-sized mammaries and hurried my hands to my backside to fix my open bra. I indeed was feeling

I did not know what happened to me… the words of Meenakshi, her stern voice, her warm grip on my hand… everything made me very determined and strong within a moment to face this dirty man. I felt I would do my best to keep this man occupied with this driving exercise while Meenakshi would search his house for that tape. I turned towards her… my jaws had also got stiffened… had eye contact with her… and nodded positively and stepped ahead to cross the road.Mahesh: Hello Meenakshi… Hi Anita…. I must remark that you two are very punctual… (he looks at his watch) its just two minutes past 5!Mahesh was wearing a blue jeans and a light red T-shirt. As I looked minutely at him I noted he was sufficiently tall, had a good physique, and certainly could have looked better, but his thick untrimmed beard made him look rusty.Meenakshi: Hi Mahesh… So this is the car in which you will give lessons to my sister?Mahesh: Yes Meenakshi. Its one of the learner vehicles of our garage and

I was excited as well as nervous too; nervous of being watched; watched by Sudha and Natasha, who were much, much younger than me! Their presence was actually hindering me to some extent to extract the full joy out of Guru-ji’s passionate kissing and in my anxiety I was getting dry in the mouth. I was getting so keyed up that I wished I could rub my heavy breasts on his hairy chest and just bite his shoulder!Unfortunately, I had to constrain my emotions largely due to Natasha and Sudha though Guru-ji was virtually plundering the whole of my mouth with his wet tongue in the name of demonstration and I did not even notice when his hands slid from my waist to my round spherical butt cheeks and he was kneading them rather handsomely!Me: Ummm… Ahhhh…. Uuuuuuuuuuchhhhh….I was getting deeply immersed in his kissing when at one point of time Guru-ji parted his lips from mine.Guru-ji: Natasha, Sudha… I hope you have keenly followed what I demonstrated and for the saliva to mix

Nirmal: Oh! You are back Madam! Guru-ji was searching for you!Me: Guru-ji! But he knows I was away….Am I… am I late?Nirmal: No, no Madam… you are not late…. actually Guru-ji needs to leave for an urgent call at his native place, so… so he would talk to you about the yagya I guess.I could easily guess that as he conversed with me his eyes were roving on my body. Though I had wrapped my sari properly on my body, my breathing was still not absolutely normal and my heavy bosom was going up and down under my sari at a faster pace, which that dwarf had probably spotted.Me (shuffling a bit nervously): Oh! I see…Nirmal: Please take your sit and I will bring some tea for you.He said the last words to Mama-ji who indeed would need a cup of tea to refresh himself after the quick ejaculation he had in the car.Mama-ji: Oh! Thanks… He he… (Mama-ji sat on the couch)I bid “good bye” to Mama-ji and quickly went inside almost simultaneously with Nirmal. I walked at a brisk pace so

I stood absolutely motionless with my lips wide apart. I was as if thunderstruck! I was simply bowled over by Mama-ji’s outlandish problem.Mama-ji: Uhhh…. Uhhh…. Beti… please help me… I will die in this pain… its absolutely unbearable. Ooooooooh!He was almost rolling left and right on the bed in his acute pain. His lungi had moved off his legs and Mama-ji’s hairy legs were exposed till his knees and even a part of his muscular thighs. Even at this crisis hour, my eyes were getting distracted seeing exposed male body.Me: (trying my level best to look normal) Mama-ji, I mean… shall I… shall I call the doctor?Mama-ji: Doctor? Huh! I had visited so many times…. You know what…. Aaaahhh…. they asked me to operate. Huh!Mama-ji was still holding onto his cock with both hands and to my utter disbelief he was even stroking his balls with his fingers! The old man obviously was doing that to alleviate pain, but it looked extremely indecent! His lungi had so dangerously