A BHANG FILLED HOLI

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.