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Savita Bhabhi – Part 47 (Fucked My Bhabhi This Holi – 1)

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Savita Bhabhi – Part 47 (Fucked My Bhabhi This Holi – 1)
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Submit Report This story is part of the Savita Bhabhi Returns series My name is Ronak; I am 19 years old. I have dark skin, and I am 5 feet 2 inches tall. I’m an MBBS student, currently pursuing my studies. I have always liked women – meaning, I respect women and lust after them. My family planned to visit our native village this Holi. Well, I don’t like it there – it’s a total internet dead zone, and the folks who live there are pretty narrow-minded and full of pointless talk. So, I said ‘no’ when my mom asked me to come along. But my dad booked a ticket for me anyway, and after a 14-hour bus ride, we made it to my Grandpa’s place by 8 PM. I saw that Falguni Mami, Savita Bhabhi, her mother, and Grandmother Neha had already arrived. Well, first thing I noticed, my whole attention went straight to my Bhabhi’s cleavage. Then suddenly, my sister pushed me forward to step inside, and my parents followed with some luggage for our 4-day stay. I went over to my Grandpa, touched his feet, and did the same with Grandmother. Then, I headed to Savita Bhabhi, who was chopping potatoes, and Falguni Mami, who was busy making food for all of us. I went to my room, freshened up, and played BGMI for a bit. Suddenly, I got a call. When I picked up, someone told me supper was served, and everyone was waiting for me. It was 9 pm by then. When I came downstairs, I had my dinner, and thanks to the crappy network, I couldn’t even scroll through my reels, which really pissed me off. After that, I headed to the hall to crash with everyone else. See, in villages, people usually sleep in the main hallway when there’s a bunch of folks in one house. Mostly, they just talk about old stories, rumors about old friends, and village drama. My Grandpa headed to his room after the news ended. Grandmother Neha also went to a separate bedroom – both of them are old and wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping on the floor. After that, my dad turned off the hall lights. My parents and sister settled on one side, listening to my sister’s boring class stories. I laid down next to Savita Bhabhi and tried watching a web series. On her other side, Falguni Mami was lying down, and the two of them were chatting. After a while, I looked around – everyone had already fallen asleep. I turned to my left and saw that Savita Bhabhi was facing the other way. I peeked and noticed her busty ass was super close to me, so I scooted back a bit to give her some space and tried to sleep. A little later, I felt her foot brush against mine. I moved my foot away and drifted off. When I turned to my left again, I saw Savita was way too close. I could practically feel her breath on my face. I tried to shift back a little, but I couldn’t – my dad was on my other side. I gave up on trying to move and just glanced at Savita. Then suddenly, she moved even closer – that’s when I felt her soft breast pressing against my chest. Man, that feeling was incredible. Her tits felt a little squeezable too. I just froze in place and closed my eyes. Then my dick started getting hard. I got up, went to the bathroom, and checked my underwear – already wet. I went back to the hall and saw Savita, this middle-aged babe, with her drape completely fallen off her chest, her dark nipple just barely visible. I got behind her, lay down, and stared at her until I drifted off to sleep. — Day 1: We went shopping for colors and visited some relatives’ houses. The day went by pretty fast. Night came, and I headed to my usual spot. Savita Bhabhi had her chaddar and pillow set up just like before. Same situation, but this time she was in a churidar. I wanted to taste her lips, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I put one foot against hers and placed a hand on her curvy waist, then closed my eyes. I waited to see what she’d do. She didn’t react right away, and it felt like heaven. Her waist was soft, a little puffy, yet perfectly curved. I tried sneaking a peek at her cleavage, but couldn’t really see anything. — Day 2: Falguni Mami suggested we all go to the pond to take a bath – my mom and sister included. I was down for it, thinking I might catch some village girls in their hot inner gowns, which they always tie around their chests. But then Savita Bhabhi said, “I’d like to bathe in the pond too.” I was on cloud nine just thinking about watching her all wet in the water. We got to the pond around 8 am. Falguni Mami brought some clothes to wash while I dove into the pond and started swimming. Savita Bhabhi stripped down to just her long underskirt and got in too. When she stood up in the water, I could clearly see her tits popping against her wet gown. When she walked out, the shape of her butt in that lehenga got me super horny. I started rubbing my boner underwater. She soaped up her face and thighs, then dipped back into the pond and came back up. That’s when I swam over to her, pretended to slip, and grabbed her boob on purpose. It felt amazing. She held my hand to help steady me, and I felt every inch of her front body against my chest – even my dick pressed against her wet pussy through her underskirt. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. If we’d been alone, I would’ve confessed my feelings right then. By the time I snapped out of it, she was already out of the pond. Falguni Mami took a bath too – aside from her fair skin, she didn’t really have the kind of body that catches my eye. Savita Bhabhi is a total babe. I am sure her husband Ashok must be banging her every night. Lucky bastard; enjoying that perfect 34-26-34 hourglass figure. Right then, I made up my mind, “Before I head back home, I’m gonna ask her something.” The rest of the day passed. We all went to a theater and caught a movie. On the way back, the bus was packed, so we had to stand.

I positioned myself behind Savita Bhabhi and kept “accidentally” bumping into her when no one was looking. After a few stops, even more people squeezed onto the bus. She turned toward me to shield herself. That’s when the bus hit a speed bump, and she fell against me, her chest pressing into mine. I grabbed her waist to steady her, sniffed her blouse covering those soft 34D breasts, and completely lost control. Those boobs felt like the sweetest melons. She didn’t seem too mad about me grabbing her waist either. The crowded bus actually worked in my favor. I got super close to Savita Bhabhi, and she had no clue what I was thinking the whole time we were all cozy like that. Definitely one of the best moments of my life. I kept sniffing and trying to catch glimpses of her cleavage until the bus finally emptied out a bit. We got home; everyone went to sleep, and I jacked off thinking about Savita Bhabhi’s face while she slept right next to me. — Day 3: Finally, Dhuleti arrived. Everyone was having a blast throwing colors and water balloons at each other. I got some color on my hands and went inside to find anyone who hadn’t been hit yet. I spotted Savita Bhabhi busy making pakwan (snacks). I snuck up behind her, my wet clothes pressing against her churidar, and she totally freaked out. Savita: “Hey, Ronak… don’t make a mess in the kitchen with your childish antics, okay?” Me: “Boora naa mano, Holi hai.” (Don’t take it to heart, it’s Holi!) I was feeling pretty chill. I grabbed her hands from behind, and by doing that, I pushed my dick right between her ass cheeks. Yeah, I was doing that on purpose, but my heart was still racing, wondering how she’d react. She didn’t try to push me away. That’s when I knew – she could feel my dick against her ass. I acted casual, smeared some color on her face, and bolted from the kitchen. That’s how we celebrated Dhuleti. Later, everyone in my family went to the pond to wash off, except me and Savita Bhabhi. My mom actually asked her to scrub my back in the bath, and she agreed. When I heard that, I already had everything planned out. I just prayed my family wouldn’t be back for at least an hour. I went to the bathroom, “accidentally” left my towel outside, and sat naked on a little stool. I lathered up my hair with shampoo and called Savita Bhabhi without wasting any time. She walked in and said: Savita: “Devar ji, you could’ve at least tied a towel.” Me: “Oh come on, Bhabhi! You literally just called me a child in the kitchen. Now you’re lecturing me like I’m supposed to be an adult?” Hearing that, she said: Savita: “Fine then. Don’t come crying to me when everyone finds out about this bathroom situation.” She grabbed the soap and started scrubbing my back. ***** Hang tight to find out how I confessed my feelings and how she reacted – coming up in the next part..

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