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Holy Holi Wholly
by UR Null (urnull@gmail.com)
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Holi (Spring Festival) is a major festival of India
that is celebrated on the full moon day in the month of
March. Great excitement can be seen in people on the
next day when it is actually the time for the play of
colours. On a holi day a indian boy gets closer to his
aunt. (F/M-teen, ped, exh, inc, india)
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Author Note: Holi (Spring Festival) is a major festival
of India that is celebrated on the full moon day in the
month of March. Great excitement can be seen in people
on the next day when it is actually the time for the
play of colours. Shops and offices remain closed for
the day and people get all the time to get crazy and
whacky. Bright colours of gulal and abeer fill the air
and people take turns in pouring coloured water over
each other.
According to a legend demon King Hiranyakashyap
demanded everybody in his kingdom to worship him but
his pious son Prahlad declined, as he became a devotee
of Lord Vishnu. Hiranyakashyap wanted his son to be
killed. He asked his sister Holika to enter a blazing
fire with Prahlad in her lap as Holika had a boon that
made her immune to fire. Story goes that lord himself
saved Prahlad and evil-minded Holika was burnt to
ashes.
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I have two blessed organs, my cock and my mind. Soon
some of you will agree too. I am Vijay a 38 old man
from Dehli. I am 6ft tall, 70kg weight, clean shave,
fair and I have a very athletic body. The story I am
going to tell you was of the days when I was 19, living
with Mom just after the death of my father. His death
was a saddening incident for mom and me but thanks to
God my father left enough money in the bank to spend
and a house to live. My mother at time was 41 but
looked a lot younger. Anyhow this story is not about
her.
During those days, one of my mom's brother, whom I
called uncle Raj, got transferred too our city.
Initially he lived with us for a transitory period
until he could find a house of his own and brings his
family in. As our house was quiet big my mom asked him
to live with us as long as he desired. Soon he brought
his family and started living in one portion of our
house. His family consisted of his wife Kavita and son
Rajan, who likes me, was 19. Rajan and I were cousins
but after living together we became good friends also.
Rajan was very interested in bodybuilding and he
established a small Jim on third floor of the house.
There is only one room on third floor. Rajan put all
the bodybuilding materials in that room and started
practicing there. I also joined him sometimes there.
The mention of the gym on third floor may appear
irrelevant at this stage of the story but soon its
importance will be revealed.
My maternal aunt Kavita, whom I called mami, was of my
mother's age and she too was beautiful like my mother.
From very beginning she started talking to me openly
and I managed to offer her my help whenever required.
One day I helped her put clean linen on her bed and
that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her
blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was
sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered
my help and she always accepted, I didn't care.
Since reaching puberty I have the fantasies of mature
ladies rather than young girls... So I developed an
interest in my mami as her boobs were attractive and
her bottom was marvelous. Even if she was related to
me, that never stopped me from dreaming and imagining.
I noticed that she was always wearing blouses with a
scoop neckline. And that very time she bent over I
could see down into it. She always wore a bra, but her
breasts hung down inside it and to me looked great.
It was a Saturday but it was a holiday due to the Holy
Hindu Festival 'Holi'. I remained out of my home
playing Holi with my friends. When I returned I went to
search for my cousin Rajan. I already knew that my
uncle was gone out of station but I had no clue where
my cousin was. While searching for him I met his mother
and saw that neighboring aunties had already smeared
some colors on her face, neck, hands and blouse (she
was wearing a sleeveless blouse). She was looking funny
and sexy at the same time. She too had no idea where
her son was. I went to search Rajan in his gym but he
was not there, he perhaps too gone to play Holi
somewhere.
As I was in the third floor of the house, it was
possible for me to look around and see others having
Holi festivities. It was then I saw a man named Mathur,
a neighbor of us, ringing the bell of the portion where
my uncle's family lived. The door was opened by mami (I
could not make out what she was talking to him) but
soon saw Mathur going inside. That was interesting for
me as Indian women seldom allow strange men inside
their home when they are alone. I decided to keep an
eye on him.
I went to the other side of the roof from where I could
see the sitting room. I saw Mathur drinking plain
water. And then he bent down and put some red gulal
(Color) on mami's feet and then smeared some green
gulals on her hair. She also took some gulal from his
packet of colors and smeared it on his face. I could
not make out what they were talking. Suddenly I saw
Mathur vanishing inside. I changed my position and saw
Mathur mixing colors on his hands with water from the
basin of a bathroom. My mami was in the drawing room
and was unaware of the fact that Mathur went inside to
mix permanent colors with water. As he finished his
task I changed my position again to have a peek inside
the drawing room.
I saw Mathur entering the room but my mami did not paid
much attention to him. Suddenly, from the back, Mathur
started painting her face with brijel (Wet color). She
was taken aback and could not resist him. He slowly
painted her face, neck and ears. I saw her telling
something to him and he was smiling. Her body language
suggested that she was enjoying everything. She wanted
some dry colors from Mathur but he was not willing to
share any. Rather he took a water bottle from the table
and took some water in his hand and then poured some
dry colors to mix them nicely in his hand. This time,
mami resisted him a little but kept laughing.
Mathur then started putting colors on her hands and
also forced some on her armpits. She was laughing and
Mathur was laughing too. Both of them were saying
something to each other. Mathur again took some colors
and started putting it on her belly and surprisingly
she pulled her sari down a bit below her naval to allow
him better access. Mathur took the signal and started
putting colors on her naval. He even took some dry
colors and smeared it on the naval and then took water
in his hand and then started messaging her belly and
naval. Now he was unstoppable and my mami too was not
willing to stop him. Mathur put his hands insider her
blouse and colored her boobs. That was very
objectionable but surprisingly mami did not say
anything to him.
Getting bolder Mathur tried to lift her sari from the
back to which she resisted. But Mathur was not willing
to stop. He told something to her to which she
seemingly was not interested. But then after a one two
minutes, she stopped her resistance. Mathur mixed some
more colors in the hand and lifted her sari and started
applying the colors on her ass. Suddenly mami took a
whirl and headed towards me. I bent further down to
hide myself. I could not see her back and could make
out whether Mathur was painting her ass. That was what
that son of a bitch was doing.
Soon the Holi playing between Mathur and my mami was
over. Before leaving, he again took some gulal from his
packet of Colors and smeared it on her face, belly
waist and hair and went out of the house. Mami then
closed the entrance door and remained inside. I was
spellbound and speechless.
I came back to my room but the whole incident was very
exciting one for me. Was my sexy looking mature aunt
Kavita having an affair with a married man named
Mathur? Her smiling face started moving in front of me.
I had a big hard on in my pant that was asking me to go
and fuck her. Soon I lost my resistance and went to her
home again. She was still alone there. She was still
wearing the sari that was badly colored by Mathur. In
that sari she was looking fantastic. I had a feeling
she was not wearing a bra as I could see her boobs
hanging a little and nipples jutting making sharp
points on her blouse.
She perhaps was thinking about taking the bath but
welcomed me.
"Mami? Today is Holi. I want to apply some colors on
you". I said.
"Oh, indeed you are welcome!"
She smiled and came near me. I smeared a little of the
powder on her forehead to begin with. It was customary
for a person to apply back color on the other person
who applied it first. So, she took a little powder from
my hand and applied it on my forehead too. I pulled
myself up and began to apply color on her bosom over
her blouse. I felt immense pleasure when my hand ran
over her fleshy mountains and valleys in a zigzag
manner.
"Naughty boy what are you doing?"
"Come on mami, this particular day is free for all"
"Okay have your way before Rajan comes back."
In one quick jerk, I slipped my hands inside her blouse
the way Mathur did. I felt a chill ran up my spine as I
touched her silken boobs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... You..." She released a wild
exclamation. I gave no damn and straight away rubbed
color on her boobs. While I did so, I felt blood
gushing to my head and cock too. I became aware my cock
began to erect slowly.
"Now stop that Vijay, are you getting mad?" she pulled
my hands away from her boobs.
"I saw what Mathur did with you mami. Now its my turn."
I told her and she was stunned.
I didn't wasted any time and took her hand and forced
her towards the bedroom. Suddenly she started
resisting. I didn't listen to her pleas and took my
penis out from my shorts and gave it in her hand. Now
she started saying, "Nahi ye thik nahi hai. (This is
not right) You are like my son. Mathur is like a
brother to me. I did nothing wrong with him."
The good thing was that while talking she didn't leave
my penis from her hands. I knew by that time that she
is enjoying my tool because my penis is 8" in length
and 4" in diameter. Before giving her time to think
anything I kissed her wildly on lips. Initially she
didn't responded but later gave a gentle response by
kissing me back. I tried to push her on bed but she sat
on the bed and took my penis in her mouth. She sucked
my penis so hard, I was moaning in pleasure. I put her
sari and petticoat up and parted her legs wide.
Mami had a hairy vagina. I tried to drive my middle
finger of right hand into her pussy. Though her pussy
had already become hot and wet, yet I had difficulty in
penetrating. And she felt a little pain too. She
starched her legs and thighs for my benefit. This
helped full penetration of my finger into her love
cave. While I finger-fucked her, she moaned softly. Her
vagina was flooding by that time. I took of my shorts
off and put my jerking penis in her vagina and rubbed
it there for sometime. Then I placed the head of my hot
erect cock on her hole. As I was trying to shove it
inside, she said to me:
"Do it quickly as somebody might come."
I felt like a long-starving child who was asked to
consume a plate of a delicious food in one minute. She
moaned, 'Ohhhu hhhhaa!' and without wasting any time I
stocked 95% of my penis was in her vagina.
After accomplishing full penetration of my cock into
her pussy, I half-laid on her body. Then I grabbed her
boobs with my hands. The way a racer gallops in the
sprint after the whistle, I began to ram her pussy
tunnel with deep and heavy thrusts with my cock
repeatedly in very quick succession. Simultaneously, I
squeezed both her boobs in a crushing way. With each of
my thrust with the penis and squeezing of boobs, she
screamed,
"Aaahhh... aaaahhhh... aaaaahhhhh..." her screams were
a mixer of pleasure and pain. I praised myself for
fucking her with brutal force at a rapid speed. I would
have loved to record it on a video camera to admire the
way I thrust my cock forward as if to push all my lower
body into her pussy tunnel.
She was moaning and saying, 'Ahhaaaa aaauuuuccchhh
ooooffooo.' I started moving my hips in round deep
inside her vagina and pumping her hard she kept
moaning. Luckily for me, she attained orgasm within
three minutes. It was a rare occasion; I too climaxed
instantly at the same time pumping my man-milk into her
pussy.
After some hard pumping I felt my cock stirring again.
I made her to get in a doggie position and climbed over
her like a bull and pumped her pussy like a piston.
She was in the doggie style and I was entering my penis
from the back and she was really enjoying the pleasure
and moaning at the same time. But this time, as it was
second time for me, I took longer. I was entering my
penis in and she was also pushing it back so my penis
fully went inside her. As I was entering my penis at
the same time I was pressing her boobs and nipples.
She moaned as cried like, 'Hhhaaaaa ooohhhhhccchh hhhe
mm uuuuuuu,' and so many more. I was about to come and
I observed mami toonearing another climax. I made her
lay again in normal position and pumped again. I put my
hands under her buttocks and pumped with all my force.
She was about to get orgasms so was moaning, 'Haaaaaaaa
thik hai aur thora anderrrrrrrrr haaaa baaassss,' and
she came. Immediately, I accelerated my hips and with
some more hard stocks I ejaculated my hot semen in her
vagina. She was taking it deep in her pussy with both
her legs wide in air.
Later she told me about her bitter sex life with my
uncle. Since her wedding day he always took her by
force. On her wedding night he pushed her to the bed,
torn her blouse and made her to lie on the bed with her
bra and petticoat. Then he came over her and pushed her
petticoat to her belly and inserted his cock with a
force into her virgin pussy, she immediately felt a hot
iron rod is going inside by tearing her pussy and she
screamed and resisted at his act. But he slapped over
her face to keep her quite and fucked her; within 2
minutes he finished his fucking by pouring his love
juice in her pussy. Even afterwards he fucked her
regularly with force only. He won't bother about her
sex desire, he satisfied his needs only.
I told her, "Aunt I love you, I love you not only
physically I am in love you as a person." She suddenly
looked up and said, "Vijay do you love me? I feel it is
not correct. I don't want to spoil you at this young
age my dear."
"Nobody can predict about the luck of a man and the
mind of a lady," says an old adage. I can vouch for it,
at least for the later part of it.
After 2 years due to uncle Raj transfer my aunt Kavita
moved to another city and our relation came to an end.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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