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 Holi Playing in India (inc)

   Recently I read some blog posts by 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 then my home too.  I was an only son of my parents but after
the death of my mother 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 bastard asked me to leave his home.  In anger I
immediately did that and went to live with my maternal grandparents.  They
were kind enough 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 Jaya.  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 Jaya 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.  Though 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.  This color added more beauty to her hairs.  When her
untied hairs swung in the wind she looked like a goddess.

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   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 came down to the
breakfast table, my uncle Suresh and his wife who I called aunty Gita were
there too.  Uncle was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and Gita aunty was
wearing a green blouse and green petticoat but no sari.  I could easily
make out that 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 changing the dress.  Aunt Jaya
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 recognize any restrictions.  Lip smacking
thandai, pakoras and vadas, all having bhang as a very essential
ingredient, are savoured 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 Rajan 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 Nirmala, my uncle's daughter, was 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 Jaya 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 Jaya 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 it was ladies turn to put color over each other.  Gita
aunty hugged Aunt Jaya, and applied gulal on her gand (ass).  Aunt Jaya
managed to get her hands inside the petticoat of Gita aunty 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 Aunt Gita'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.  Gita aunty was high and loud in her screams and moans.

   Aunt Jaya came near me and repeated the words she spoke to Gita aunty,
"BURA NA MANO HOLI HAI".  Saying this she rubbed some gulal below my navel
where my cock was already getting erect.  Althogh 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.

   In the afternoon I went up the roof to look around and see others having
Holi festivities.  It was then I saw my cousin Rajan, sitting with his
sister Nirmala.  Their parents were downstairs and they were discussing
something between them.  It was after sometime that I saw Rajan bending
down and putting some red gulal (Color) on Nirmala's feet and then smearing
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 Rajan vanishing inside.  I changed my position and
saw Rajan mixing colors on his hands with water from the basin of a
bathroom.  Soon I saw Rajan entering the room but Nirmala did not paid much
attention to him.  Suddenly, from the back, Rajan 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.

   Rajan then started putting colors on her hands and also forced some on
her armpits.  She was laughing and Rajan was laughing too.  Both of them
were saying something to each other.  Rajan again took some colors and
started putting it on her belly and surprisingly she pulled her petticoat
down a bit below her naval to allow him better access.  Rajan 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
Nirmala too was not willing to stop him.  Rajan put his hands insider her
blouse and colored her boobs.  This act of his was very objectionable in my
eyes but surprisingly Nirmala did not say anything to him.

   Getting bolder Rajan tried to lift her petticoat from the back to which
she resisted.  But Rajan 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.  Rajan mixed some more colors in the
hand and lifted her petticoat and started applying the colors on her ass.
Suddenly Nirmala 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 Rajan
was painting her ass.  That was what that son of a bitch was doing. 
Unfortunately the the Holi playing between Rajan and my Nirmala was over as
quickly as it started.  It was because of their father who started to call
their names from down stairs.  I was spellbound and speechless.

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   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 Jaya.  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.

   "Jaya 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 futher 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.

   "Jaya 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 JAYA AUNTY!...  YESSSSSS...  I'M GONNA CUM!...  HERE IT
COMES!!!...  AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" 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 milk 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!!...  ohhhhhhh!  YEAH... 
FUCK ME...  AAAHHH!!...  ohhhhhhh!  YEAH...  DO NOT STOP...  AAAAHHHH!!!!"
she kept screaming.

   My arms were starting to tire.  I climbed off of her and said "Get on
you hands and knees Jaya 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 hipsand
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.

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   Next day Aunt Jaya took me to her parents and reported the entire
incident to them as if it was my entire 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 Jaya??" my grandfather asked aunt Jaya.

   "Pita jee (father) this clumsy son of bitch abused me last night."

   "How far exactly he went?" asked grandpa.

   "He went all the way in me" Aunt Jaya 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 do you 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 Jaya 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 Jaya he
said, "And you should forgive him for everything.'

   "WHAT?" My aunt's sobbing turned into weeping.

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   Holi or no Holi I was determined to get her again.  Same day after
dinner when my aunt was near the sink in the kitchen I went their.  On the
pretext of keeping the plate in the sink I came behind her and let her feel
my hard on.  As I washed my hand and took her pallu to wipe them she
slapped me and I just stood there for a minute looking at her.

   Later in night when she came inside the room I caught her and grabbed
her hair and pushed her to the wall and kissed her lips hard and pushed my
tongue in and tried to bite her lips while my other hand held her waist and
I was kissing her harder and harder.  I was afraid I would bleed her lips,
I left her lips and looked at her and I could see she had moist eyes and
tried to push me away.  I went again for the kill and this time I started
kissing her cheeks, everywhere on the face, her neck, her ear.  Aunt Jaya
was trying to push me away from her and the more she pushed the more
intensely I would kiss and lick and suck her.  I was kissing her everywhere
I could land my lips on, on her neck she had a 'mazhgu', I kissed and
licked it, kissed her ear, pushed my tongue in and sucked and licked all
over her neck.  I moved back and saw aunt Jaya breathing heavily and now
there were tears running down, she slapped me again and this time I caught
her hand and pushed her to the couch.

   I held her from behind and had my hand on her boobs.  I pressed her
nipples through her blouse and she pushed her ass back to my dick and
moaned.  I opened her blouse and may have ripped couple of hooks and got
her boobs out and pressed and pinched and licked them while still holding
her.  She had nothing on the top and I hiked her sari and pulled her
panties to the side and had my dick at the entrance to her pussy.

   She was not expecting me to go so quick on her but she kind of
understood and she spread her legs and held my dick and allowed me in.  I
found her pussy also wet and wondered how she was wet so quick and had me
thinking.  I held her boobs in one hand and the other in her hair and
pushed my dick in.  The moment I was in all the way I pulled her hair and
grinned myself inside her, she moaned and cried.  I started fucking her
fast at first and then I slowed down when I felt her all breathing fast and
aroused.  I asked, "Tell me you enjoy this and want me to fuck you?".

   She said "Yes, Yes, but I fear getting pregnant." That's all I wanted to
hear.

   "I'll take care" I said and started fucking her harder and harder and
deeper into her.  I was pulling on her nipples and pinching them while I
was spanking her ass cheeks in between.  I was almost there when I pulled
out of her and turned her around and came all over her face and the hair.

   She took my dick in her mouth and licked the last drops out of my dick
and gave me a naughty smile.

   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.