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A Bhang-Filled Holi
by UR Null (address withheld)
***
The colorful festival of Holi is celebrated in most
parts of India during February-March. A lot of
hooliganism is displayed in the name of fun. I loved
playing the wild Holi. Last year I celebrated Holi with
my close relatives including my Anut Rakhi. (FM, exh,
inc, india)
***
Recently I read blog posts by some famous Indians about
their most memorable Holi festival. This led me to
remember my last Holi. Before narrating my tale let me
tell you a little about the background of holi
festival. The colorful festival of Holi is celebrated
in most parts of India during February-March. On the
day of the Holi men and women, irrespective of caste
and creed mingle together and exchange colors. A lot of
hooliganism is displayed in the name of fun. The
celebrations can get wild and rowdy -- it is one of the
few occasions of the year that the sexes are allowed to
mix freely.
Holi derives its name from the she-demon Holika who was
the sister of Hiranyakashipu, the king of the demons.
His son Prahlad was a religious person devoted to god
Vishnu. After attempts to convert Prahlad to the ways
of the demons failed, Hiranyakashipu decided to have
him killed. It was decided that Holika would take her
nephew and enter a burning pyre.
She would use her magical skills to protect her, but
Prahlad would be burnt alive. But who can harm the one
who the gods protect. The reverse happened. Holika was
burnt to death and Prahlad emerged from the flames
unscathed. Holi is thus celebrated to commemorate the
death of the evil aunt, after whom the festival is
named, and the new life granted to Prahlad for his
devotion and faith. To this day, cow dung is hurled
into the fire and obscenities are shouted at the Holi
fire at some places to insult Holika.
In past I celebrated Holi with my friends, and had a
party in the evening. I loved playing the wild Holi,
but I was a bit careful last year. The last year was
different for me in more ways than one.
Last year I left my teens and my home too. I was an
only son of my parents but then my mother died and soon
my father decided to remarry. There were exchange of
hot words between my father and me on the issue of his
remarriage and in the end the dirty old man asked me to
leave his house. In anger I immediately did that and
went to live with my maternal grandparents. They were
kind rough to accept me as a member of family.
My grandparents had a small two storey house, where
they were living with one of their married son and a
divorced daughter. Their son that is my Uncle Suresh
lived with his wife and two children on the upper
portion of the house while my grandparents lived in the
lower portion along with their daughter whom I called
Aunt Rakhi.
I was given a small room to live in the lower portion
but whenever some guests came to stay for a while, I
was asked to sleep in my aunt's room. My Aunt Rakhi was
around 44. She had lost some weight since the last time
I had seen her though she still had a few extra pounds
to lose. For a 44 years old woman she wasn't bad
looking.
She was a working woman so she had to carry herself
well. There were two or three age lines in her face but
she still looked hot. Her figure is well maintained but
her real beauty was in her boobs. They were not very
big but they were not small either. The most important
thing was that they were not loose as per her age. She
had a beautiful round ass too and while she walked
wearing a sari fitting tight on her, the motion of her
ass could make dead men blinking. She had long
beautiful hairs. Earlier they were black but as some of
her hairs became white she started dying them cooper
red . The color added more beauty to her hairs. When
her untied hairs swung in the wind she looked like a
... goddess.
Coming back to my last Holi I can say that it was
celebrated in an unholy manner. On the morning of Holi
my grandma woke me up and asked me to take a bath. I
was the last one to the bath and when I came down to
the breakfast table, my uncle Suresh and his wife Gita
aunty were there too. Uncle was wearing a t-shirt and
shorts but Gita aunty was wearing a green blouse and
green petticoat but no sari. I could easily make out
she was not wearing a bra and she had tied her
petticoat well below her naval. Her naval was oval in
shape and very deep. Uncle said to me, "Why haven't you
changed yet?"
I was staring at Gita aunty so I did not answer him.
Uncle shook me and repeated the question. "I am about
to change," I replied.
Grandfather told me, "This is your first Holi in this
house son, let me tell you Holi is the only festival in
this house where rules are relaxed, so enjoy." I didn't
get the full meaning of what he was saying but anyhow I
nodded my head.
After breakfast I entered my room for chaging the
dress. Aunt Rakhi followed me and said, "Remember no
one will be wearing under garments today" She herself
was wearing a red blouse and a maroon petticoat. She
was also not wearing any bra and her petticoat was tied
below her naval. Her naval was big, round and deep.
The festival started when grandma handed everyone a
glass of thandai (It is a drink made by mixing milk,
dry fruits and bhang). Everyone raised his or her glass
and gulped the drink. [Associated with Lord Shiva,
bhang is considered an official Holi drink. Culled from
the leaves and buds of cannabis - the very intoxicating
bhang helps to escalate the spirit of holi - a festival
which does not recognise any restrictions. Lip smacking
thandai, pakoras and vadas, all having bhang as a very
essential ingredient, are savored by all on the day.
Bhang was first used as an intoxicant in India around
1000 BC and soon became an integral part of Hindu
culture. There is even a belief that to meet someone
carrying bhang is an omen of success.]
After having our drink Uncle Suresh said to me, "We
will play the game the way we play it every year, the
women will run and hide while we men will search the
women and attack them with colors" I said, "sounds
fun." So I, grandpa, uncle and his son ran towards the
gate and got the buckets that also had pichkaris
(colour spraying pump) inside.
When I turned around I did not see any female, they all
disappeared. As we came near the front door the water
filled balloons started to fall on us. I looked up and
saw my uncle's daughter Nirmala doing it. We all ran
towards the terrace but she was not there to be found.
Grandpa told me to check the water tank on the roof.
Uncle and I climbed the tank but instead of the girl we
found Aunt Rakhi there. Uncle caught his sister by her
waist and brought her down. He made her stand in front
of grandpa.
"We have found our first victim," Uncle said.
Aunt Rakhi was struggling to escape but uncle caught
both her hands from behind. Grandfather then took a
pichkari, filled it with colour and sprayed the colour
on her body from head to her belly. To my surprise my
uncle took some dry colour in his hands, opened the two
buttons of her blouse, and inserted his hands inside.
He shamelessly started smearing the colour on the
breasts of his mature sister. It was my turn so I took
some gulal (dry color) and asked her, "Where will you
like me to put color on you."
To my surprise she gestured towards her semi-naked
chest. It was already wet and colored so carefully I
rubbed some color over her boobs. The sheer touch of
her wet boobs made me shiver and feel horny. She
started moaning and said to us, "I am not the only
woman in this house; you should find the other three
too." Grandpa replied, "She is right. You boys go and
find the other women"
We searched all the bedrooms but could not find any of
them. My Uncle went to the store-room and found grandma
hiding behind a drum. As he brought her in the main
room and I sprayed colred water on grandma from head to
toe. She was dripping wet. Grandpa caught her pallu and
removed her saree like a Hindi movie's villain. He
removed her saree with such a force that grandma lost
her balance and fell down. She was laughing and trying
to get away but uncle caught her feet. Uncle took some
dry colour and smeared it on her face and neck.
We went towards the upper portion but it was empty.
Just before returning I looked into a bathroom and saw
two of them, that is, Gita aunty and her daughter
Nirmala. I called uncle and he came running towards me
and saw them. He said to me, "let's spray them here."
He pushed his wife back to wall and tore open her
blouse. Now he did something I wasn't expecting at all.
Before spraying color he kissed and sucked her boobs. I
looked at Nirmala and saw her smiling at me. I only
smiled back and left the bathroom.
A little later some neighboring ladies came to our
house. It was then ladies turn to put color over each
other. One woman hugged Gita aunty and applied gulal on
her gand (ass). Another managed to get her hands inside
the petticoat of Aunt Rakhi and applied gulal inside
her thighs. "BURA NA MANO HOLI HAI" (Don't get angry as
this is Holi). To my amazement I saw her hand spent
some time inside her petticoat. 'Are her fingers going
in and out of Auunt Rakhi's fuck-hole' I asked myself
and got the answer 'yes'. My god... She was filling her
cunt with gulal. She sort of packed her there and now
brought her hands in front. Aunt Rakhi was high and
loud in her screams and moans.
Aunt Rakhi came near me and repeated the words "BURA NA
MANO HOLI HAI." Saying this she rubbed some gulal below
my navel where my cock was already getting erect.
Although it was over the dress but it was amazing. The
only thing that could explain her behavior was that she
had taken the bhang filled drink more than others. I
was having the sexiest Holi of my life.
***
Later in the evening we took baths to clean ourselves.
Still later we ate spicy fried food and took some more
bhang too. As some of the house was dirty due to colors
and water it was decided that we have to share rooms. I
naturally got paired with aunt Rakhi. Later she came up
to the bed and prepared to sleep. She was so close to
me, I could smell her sweaty womanly body very well. As
she slept beside me, facing me, I saw her cleavage
closely, the top button was open, she was wearing white
color bra and her breasts were glowing. I kept watching
her breasts for a long time but didn't have the courage
to touch her breasts. Then I nodded off.
I was awakened by the feeling that someone touching me.
When I opened my eyes, there was my Aunt kneeling
beside me with my hard cock in her hands.
"Rakhi Aunty! What are doing?" I asked.
She took her hands away from my dick and replied, "When
I woke up, I looked over and saw the big boner in your
pants, I couldn't help it. I've been lonely and It has
been years since I've had sex. If you don't want me to
go further I won't go further." She was looking in my
eyes.
I couldn't believe it. I leaned forward and said, "I
want you too continue, Aunty."
I kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned my kiss.
Her tongue pushed its way between my lips and entered
my mouth. As we kissed her hand grabbed my cock again
and began to stroke it. She broke our kiss. "Lay back,"
she said.
I laid back and she leaned forward and began to kiss
and lick my cock. She kissed it all over. She did long
licks with her tongue, Starting from the base to the
fat head of my pulsing cock. Licking up the pre-cum
that was leaking from my piss hole. Then she took my
dick into her hot mouth. She swallowed all of it. Her
nose was buried in my pubic hair. As she bobbed her
mouth up and down on my cock her hand was rubbing my
hairy balls. It felt so good.
She continued to suck my meat. Every now and then she
would stop sucking my dick and lick my ball sack. Then
would go right back to sucking. She then began to pick
up the pace. I was reaching the point of no return.
"Rakhi Aunty keep it up, I'm not going to last much
longer." I said.
"I want you to cum. I want you to cum for me, Cum in
mouth." She said.
With that said she really started to go to town on my
cock. I couldn't take it anymore
"I'M GONNA CUM RAKHI AUNTY! YESSSSSS... I'M GONNA CUM!
OH GOD, HERE IT COMES! AAAAHHHH!!" I shouted.
She pulled her head back so just my dickhead was in her
mouth and began stroking dick with her hand. I exploded
right in her mouth. She was pumping my dick as fast as
she could. Swallowing as much as she could. Some my cum
leaked out of the corners of her mouth. She milked me
for every last drop of cum. She pulled my cock from her
mouth and looked at me.
"How was that?" she asked, as she wiped the cum that
leaked out.
I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting my cum. "It
felt incredible, but we're not done," I said.
I touched her boobs tenderly and then tried to size
them up by moving my palms all over her boobs. She was
looking at my hand moving on her boobs. I caressed them
slowly and massaged them. Then I increased my force and
pressed them hard and I could hear her moan. I played
with her boobs to my satisfaction and then sat down on
my knees to take them in my mouth. I sucked her
nipples, chewing them, then I took her full breasts in
my mouth and sucked them one by one. She was moving her
hand lovingly through my hair now.
I released her boobs from my mouth and asked her, "How
do you feel?" She replied with a smile, "Ummm. Very
good. But please do not bite the nipples so hard. It
hurts." I smiled and got back to sucking her breasts. I
was sucking one of her boobs and caressing and pinching
the other. When I was fully satisfied enjoying her
boobs, I kissed her belly button and kissed all over
her tummy.
I moved her saree from her legs and moved it further
till her thighs were bare. To my surprise she wasn't
wearing any panties and I got a view of her shaved
cunt. I put my hand in her cunt and I slowly inserted
my finger in to her and gave a gentle stroke. Next I
moved my head between her thighs and sucked her cunt
slowly, she widened her legs to give me a good view and
I start to suck her hard. She pressed my head towards
her cunt and said, "Please take me now, I can't hold
any longer"
I pulled my mouth away and climbed on top of her. I put
her legs on my shoulders and guided my cock to her
pussy. I entered her in one stroke. I felt like I was
flying in the heaven. She yelped as I entered. "Mota
aur lamba hai, bahut maja ayega." (Its thick and long I
will enjoy) She moaned.
I began to fucking her hard and fast. Her tits were
bouncing all over the place as I fuckeded her. My balls
were slapping her soft skin with inward strokes that I
made. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. I just
kept pumping her with all my might. She started to
pinch my nipples after awhile. It was driving me wild.
"FUCK ME BABY!! FUCK ME HARD!!! DO IT BABY!! Ohhh YEAH!
FUCK ME! AAAHHH!! Ohhhh YEAH! DON'T STOP! AAAAHHHH!!!!"
she kept screaming.
My arms were starting to tire. I climbed off of her and
said "Get on you hands and knees Rakhi Aunty," and she
hurriedly agreed. She turned over and raised her ass
for me.
I got between her legs and slammed my cock home. I
grabbed her hips and started FUCKING her pussy like
there was no tomorrow.
My ball sack was slapping her clit with each power
stroke I made. She was screaming. I was grunting. I
couldn't hold back any more.
She started pleading "Please sweetheart, please come
hard inside me. I want every drop of you."
"I'M GOING TO CUM!! FUCK I'M TO CUM!!! HERE IT CUMS!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" I screamed and exploded right in my
Aunt's pussy. Her pussy was gripping my cock so tight,
it was milking me dry.
We collapsed onto the bed. I held her in my arms. we
both slept in by hugging each other.
***
Next day Aunt Rakhi took me to her parents and reported
the entire incident to them as if it was entirely my
fault. That gave me the feeling that I had done
something evil, and I started feeling bad bad bad. To
my amazement the reaction of my grandparents was not
hostile at all.
"WHAT are you TALKING about?" my grandfather asked aunt
Rakhi.
"Pita jee (father) this clumsy son of bitch abused me
last night."
"How far exactly he went?" asked grandpa.
"He went all the way," Aunt Rakhi replied.
"Keeping in mind that you took a lot of bhang yesterday
it could have been your fantasy perhaps," said my
grandma.
"Yes surely it was a dream. Divorced women often had
dreams of rape," said my grandpa.
"I don't know why you do not believe me?"
"Even if it is true you should be grateful that a young
boy fined you attractive at all," rebuked grandma
again.
"WHAT?" Aunt Rakhi started sobbing.
"Did you fuck her without condom?" asked my grandpa to
me. I was startled.
"I am sorry grandpa. All that happened was because of
the bhang we took on Holi," I said.
"Then you have done nothing wrong. On Holi such things
happen. They are forgotten the next day," he said to me
and then turning to Aunt Rakhi he said, "And you should
forgive him for everything."
"WHAT?" My aunt's sobbing turned into weeping.
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