The multi-day disguise as “cousin Meera” had become dangerously addictive. My nosy aunt Meenakshi (42, voluptuous with a commanding figure, heavy breasts, and sharp eyes) had taken a special liking to “her.” She kept pushing Priya and me together, arranging private “girl talks” and even lending me more of her own jewelry.
On the sixth night of Navratri, after a particularly energetic Garba session, Aunt Meenakshi caught Priya and me sneaking back into the house, both flushed and disheveled in our lehengas.
Instead of outrage, a knowing, hungry smile spread across her face. “So… my pretty ‘niece’ Meera has been having fun with Priya beti. I’ve suspected something for days.” She locked the door to her private room. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me… but I want to join.”
Priya’s eyes widened with excitement. I stood there in my deep green lehenga-choli, the heavy nath nose ring tugging with every nervous breath.
Aunt Meenakshi stepped close, her mature body pressing against mine. “You make such a beautiful girl, Arjun… or should I say Meera?” She lifted my dupatta and kissed me deeply, her tongue dominating my mouth while her hands squeezed my padded breasts. Priya joined from behind, kissing my neck and lifting my lehenga.
They undressed me together, leaving only the heavy silver jewelry — especially the prominent nath with its chain — the choli pulled down, and the petticoat bunched around my waist. My hard cock sprang free.
Aunt Meenakshi dropped to her knees first, taking me into her warm, experienced mouth while Priya kissed me and played with my nipples. “Such a naughty niece,” Meenakshi purred, sucking deeply, her bangles jingling.
Then they positioned me on the bed. Priya straddled my face, grinding her wet pussy against my tongue while Aunt Meenakshi sank down onto my cock, her mature, tight pussy enveloping me completely.
“Fuck your aunt properly, Meera,” she moaned, riding me hard, her heavy breasts bouncing. Priya leaned forward and kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing while I licked Priya’s clit.
The room filled with the sounds of wet flesh, jingling jewelry, and muffled moans. I thrust up into Aunt Meenakshi’s dripping cunt while she rubbed Priya’s clit.
They switched. Priya rode my cock reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing beautifully, while Aunt Meenakshi sat on my face, making me eat her out. The nath chain swung wildly between us.
“Time to claim my niece’s pretty hole too,” Aunt Meenakshi whispered. She oiled her fingers and then my ass, pushing two thick digits inside me while Priya continued riding. Soon, Aunt Meenakshi strapped on a thick dildo from her hidden collection and fucked my ass deeply from behind while I pounded Priya’s tight pussy.
The threesome became raw and filthy. I fucked Priya’s ass while Aunt Meenakshi fucked mine. Then I took turns filling both of them — cumming deep in Priya’s pussy, then pulling out and breeding Aunt Meenakshi’s womb with thick ropes of cum while she moaned, “Knock up your aunt during Navratri, you little slut.”
Priya came multiple times, squirting on my cock. Aunt Meenakshi orgasmed loudly, her mature body shaking as she milked me dry.
By the end, all three of us were a sweaty, cum-covered mess in our half-ruined lehengas and jewelry. Cum leaked from Priya’s pussy and ass, from my well-fucked hole, and dripped down Aunt Meenakshi’s thighs.
Aunt Meenakshi kissed both of us tenderly afterward. “This stays our little Navratri secret. You two keep ‘courting’… and come to my room whenever you want more.”
The remaining nights of Navratri were pure bliss — secret threesomes mixed with public Garba flirting. Priya fell completely for both sides of me, and Aunt Meenakshi became our eager third whenever the house slept.
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