Life of Indian Housewife at In-Laws’ 3

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Life of Indian Housewife at In-Laws’ 3continued…..”Oh! Babuji, how I wish to take your ‘lund’ (cock) inside me now, and then again and again and again, as many times as you would like. I long to hold it inside my warm, wet womb!” Erotic words uttered by the bahu, and without inhibition!The words from his bahu touched a raw nerve in Balwant. The a****l lust had taken over both his bahu and him alike.”I cannot stay without touching your lund and holding it……” He heard her say.The shy woman was now behaving like a randi (slut)… a bitch in extreme heat who would not stop at anything till her cunt was rampaged by her father-in-law. The very man who had brought out her animistic longing to surface. He was the one man to whom she no longer hesitated in outpouring her sexual outbursts. She didn’t care how she looked or how she behaved in front of this man.His naked bahu, whose nightie was just ripped off her torso, lay with her hair strewn, the sindoor (vermilion) was long since gone with just a faint smear remaining. The mangalsutra, the symbol of her wedded status, was dangling over her right breast. Balwant’s love for this randi woman grew. His lust multiplied with the words she uttered and the moans she emitted just now.Balwant pulled her hand further up and placed it around his hardened cock. “And what does my bahu want to do with my lund …?” His fingers grazing across her torso running up to her breasts,”Babuji… ” Her voice laden with lust “I want that dark b**st …””Yes..my wonderful..” He said while pinching her nipple that elicited another moan. “But tell me what you want the lund for…?Nodding her head, as if pointing towards her crotch “I want him inside me, Babuji”. Her voice besieging, almost begging in lust.”Kahan …. naam bolo (Where…name it)?” Balwant had that impish grin when he asked her where she wanted his lund, and she had to say the right but unutterable word. For her, that was the most intimate part of her womanhood. Even that did not stop him from teasing and embarrassing her further.There was a teasing tone in the manner the patriarch was talking to his bahu in this most ardent stage of their impending copulation. He was goading the young girl to come out with specific answers to his questions once the girl had blurted out her carnal desire to hold the man’s lund. Sonam was embarrassed beyond measure; it was one thing to say these things in the spur of the moment and in her rising desires, but quite another if the recipient indulged in questions that would make her say things far more boldly. She was primarily a shy, conservative girl but circumstances, ever since her husband had left for a foreign assignment, made her change far more than she thought was possible for her. Shyly, hesitantly, she went on answering her father-in-law’s teasing questions.”Meri choot mein (In my pussy) … Babuji,” her voice in whisper with the longing of a woman who could not wait to be taken.”So, you don’t feel ashamed to take that name? Hmmm,” Balwant teased her. “But you wanted me to say it, Babuji! And then you tease me? You put me to shame!” Sonam felt ashamed at Babuji’s trickery in getting her to answer his question and then tease her. She covered her face with her hands.Balwant played with her long, silky hair. He laughed, wanting to tease her more. Just as a loving couple would do.”Hmmmm …. so, you want to take my ‘lund’ in your pussy … eh, Bahu?” he persisted in his teasing.Sonam went on answering all his impish teases but she was far too impatient; impatient because she could not hold herself further. She was already holding the monstrous cock in her soft, petite hands while rubbing her soft palm along the length of the shaft. Her palms were moist by the steady stream of precum that oozed out from the tip of the stupendously large, black, monstrous cock that she held in her hands. Such was her rising lust that she was eager to hold her wet hands on her face, breathing in the aroma that intoxicated her. And even to feed on the juice that had wet her hand. Oh my god! She was insanely overcome with heat and want for this man and his organ. She kept wondering how it was possible that even though her marriage was more than a year now she had not succumbed to her lust for this real ‘mard’. Perhaps, if she had stayed all along in her sasural (in-laws house), if she had constantly intermingled with her father-in-law, they would both have surely surrendered to each other much earlier. May be, she would then have been impregnated by this man’s healthy and fertile seeds, and the c***d that she conceived and gave birth to would have been theirs — hers and her father-in-law Balwant’s.The very thought made her crave more for the man in whose arms she lay — naked with the fabric that was her nightie lying in tatters beside her. Every inch of her sexy, desirous body showed her to be as she felt like at that instant — a randi to her Babuji.The words that they exchanged between themselves, as they remained overcome in their arousing lust, were unthinkable to Sonam. In a saner mind she would have blushed and covered her face in shame. And to think that these were the words that she was saying to her Babuji or words that she went on hearing excitedly and eagerly from him, surprised her more. She knew that she wanted the man desperately, craved to be taken by him, lusted for the ‘lund’ to penetrate deeply into her insanely aroused ‘choot’ and to remain embedded inside, ploughing the walls of her wet womanhood roughly and brutally…. for it had the size and strength to do so. The only cock that had ever entered her vagina was her husband’s … incomparable in any way with the one that was now ready for her. Her young ‘chut’ was greedy and oozing wetness for the experienced, massive, immensely productive sperm filled, black cock that was her Babuji’s. The thought of the pleasure that would ensue sent waves of excitement all through her desirous body once again, and she shook and quivered in front of the patriarch’s eyes.When the man at last began probing her ‘sex’ with one of his thick fingers, the touch was electrifying to Sonam. Was sex so very sublime, so very heavenly? And what would it be like when he finally inserted his ‘lund’? The patriarch was giving his bahu the most enjoyable sensation possible. Sonam could only cry out, “Babujiiiii!”. This man, this rustic patriarch was taking her young body to dizzy heights of sexual pleasure. At that point she didn’t want to compare him with her husband because she knew there could be no real comparison between the two.With one hand she gripped the man’s free hand, while she held Balwant’s lund firmly. She moaned softly, as her eyes closed in pleasure. “Abhi to angali dali hai (I have only inserted my finger), bahu,” Balwant said when he heard her moan and, without holding back, he thrust his finger deeper.. Sonam could only moan out ‘ahhh …Babuji’. The patriarch was probing the walls of Sonam’s vagina, circling and swirling his finger around the insides of her ‘chut’, softly at first before the intensity increased. The young bahu soon felt the rustic man’s finger playing with her clitoris, hitting the head repeatedly with the tip, ushering out more of her juices. “Oiiiiiiii,” she cried out as she squirmed, shaking her head on the pillow.Sonam was really in ecstasy — one that she had never felt before. She held on to the man’s lund as if it was something very dear to her, pulling and squeezing the hard, thick shaft. But then she saw the patriarch taking out his finger, much to her anguish. But then, he was licking his own wet finger to taste the juices that had formed in her bahu’s wet, slippery ‘cunt’. “Oh my god! What was Babuji doing?” She stared at him.The removal of the man’s finger had created a vacuum in her vagina that was impossible for Sonam to bear. She tugged at the lund again and again before crying words that expressed the heat inside her.”Babuji .. mujh se raha nahi jaa raha (I cannot bear it any more) …please,” she begged of her playful father-in-law.The words that they exchanged between themselves were expressive of their lust and desire. Sonam’s inhibitions had gone out her mind …it was her body that was speaking. Even when the patriarch uttered the unutterable, she didn’t hesitate. When Balwant asked how he should take her, she shamelessly said, “Apne lund se (with your cock).” She would never have been able to say these things earlier but her desires for this man, who had touched her most intimate part, had made her a shameless wife, a starved bahu who was clearly full of lust.Balwant teased and played with her, using words and questions that only led her to be more and more open. He wanted her to be uninhibited in expressing her needs, prepared for sex whenever he wanted. He had a tireless libido that was impossible to contain or be content.”Meri randi bankar mere lund ko legi (will you take my lund by becoming my whore)?” Balwant egged her on.Red in the face and yet unashamed in her need, she blurted out, “Yes, Babuji I will be a whore to you.”In truth, Sonam did not want anything that would bar her from possessing this man’s awesome ‘lund’ with which she was thoroughly in love now. Ever since she had seen it, and then touched it with her hands, and then given it the warmth of her mouth, she had become restless and obsessed for this magnificent organ of her father-in-law. Unable to hold herself back anymore she wailed, “Babuji, Babuji …. dal doh lund meri choot mein … chodo mujhe (Insert your cock in my cunt …fuck me, Babuji).”Balwant, himself, was finding it hard to wait any longer. “Toh…. le loo tumko (So, I’ll take you)?”Sonam nodded her head eagerly. “Yes, Yes …. Oh god!”It took the patriarch the least time in pulling her legs apart by holding her soft, delicate, creamy thighs with the rough, coarse hands of an unsophisticated, rustic but strong, well built man. The moment the lips of her vagina was made visible there escaped a shriek of delight in the elderly Babuji. “Ooooffff!” he cried hoarsely as he stared at her vulva and the reddish insides that led to the ultimate spot that he desired. The exquisitely beautiful quivering lotus, drenched in its own heat, gaped at her ‘mard’. Babuji feasted on the aroma that escaped now, intoxicating him more and more. The air was filled with the fragrance of her sex.’Bahu, I know how young you are and how little experience you have with that really very modest cock that your husband who is my son has. You are seeing a cock that would surpass most cocks and may compare with one that is almost like a horse. I want to warn you, Bahu, that it will hurt you. Are you prepared?” Babuji asked, not hiding his concern for his bahu.’Yes Babuji. I am more than prepared for what you possess. I have reached the point of no return and my ‘chut’ will be calm again only when the hot sperms rest inside it. I can’t wait any more. Take me as you would take a slut … roughly and without mercy,” Sonam was panting as she uttered these shameless words.There was no reason for Babuji to wait further. He put a hand on Sonam’s who was already holding the throbbing cock and together they guided the cock towards the waiting ‘chut’.”Chodooon (Shall I Fuck) Bahu?” Babuji asked once more, whispering into Sonam’s ears, as he nibbled them with his lips.”Haan babuji, chodo mujhe (yes Babuji, fuck me),” Sonam said shamelessly. The first touch, as the tip grazed the vulva lips, was electrifying for Sonam. The moment that she had been waiting for had arrived for her. She shivered.”Oh! Babuji! Mere Babuji, mere mard (my virile man)! Ahhhhh … …. kitni din ki pratiksha (I have waited so long),” Sonam cried in excitement.The patriarch must have been surprised to hear these words. Waited for so long? What was his bahu saying? But he had thought that this had started coming only a day or two back! However, he didn’t probe further, letting it remain a mystery till it surfaced later some other day.Sonam waited, but within a few moments she felt the hardness making its first attempt to invade her waiting womanhood. Perhaps a few centimeters … Babuji was being most careful, she knew. A surge of happiness filled Sonam. Her ‘mard’ was taking pains to see that she didn’t get hurt before she was prepared. Pain would be the ultimate … it was necessary to get the pleasure, but this experienced man was making the grounds ready for this remarkable, dark phallus with her.”Does it hurt Bahu?” Sonam heard her man saying.”No Babuji, push in more … I want you to .. I can’t explain how impatient I am … I want the entire ‘lund’ in my ‘chut’ …. Babuji, .. aur intezar kar nahi sakti (I can’t wait a moment),” she whispered. “Toh samhal isey, bahu (then handle this, Bahu).” He warned.Simultaneously with these words, the patriarch pushed in a bit more strongly so that a couple of inches had made a forcible entry. The ‘lund’ was unarguably thick and, by all counts, its width was too much for the young Sonam who yelped out in pain at first. Babuji stopped almost instantly.”Did I hurt you?” the patriarch asked very caringly, wiping an involuntary tear of pain that trickled down Sonam’s cheeks. It was a gesture of pure love even in that moment when the man was gripped in immense physical need. Sonam gushed in happiness, forgetting the hurt of the invading ‘lund’.”Nahin babuji … aur phir dard ke bina kaun si sukh (No Babuji … and what pleasure can there be without pain)?” Sonam said forgetting the pain.Babuji’s arm beneath his Bahu’s back pulled her nearer, he kissed her cheeks and then had his lips on hers, pressing them passionately, parting them, as he became more and more engulfed in a passion that had been rare for a long time. A rough, coarse hand held one of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them and running the palm over the nipples a few times. Then, at some point, he held a nipple at a time in his fingers and pinched and pulled them to his heart’s content. “Beautiful, very beautiful” he went on saying all the while. And below, he pushed in a bit harder, allowing his lund to capture more of the wet space that remained taut and tight. He must have pushed in a couple of inches now, for there was another exclamation of pain from his bahu.”Hey Bhagwan! Mai marr jayungi (Oh god! I’ll die)!” Sonam cried but she didn’t push away her babuji from over her body. Rather her arms around his back gripped him more. She kissed him passionately, her saliva mixing with his as their breaths intermingled. This time, however, Babuji didn’t stop.”Le Bahu, mera lund le. Lund mangtee thi naa? Le, aur le. Sarii raat tujhe chodungi, meri randi (Take Bahu, take my cock. You wanted my cock isn’t it? Take it, go on, take more. I’ll fuck you the whole night like a slut,” the patriarch’s voice was hoarse in lust.He pushed in more, fucked her harder, pulled back a bit before pushing in a few inches more. It was now a rampaging lund, occupying more and more the open spaces that it found before it. With a final push, the entire length of that massive organ was imbedded in her wet choot!”Oooohhhhh Maaaa! Bachao mujhey (Oooooh mother! Save me),” Sonam cried as the hardness hurt her. But once it was inside she took a few moments to control herself and let herself get adjusted to the initial pain. When the lund had settled, she basked in the pleasure of holding something within her that she had been longing for. The feeling was exquisite, and sublime and she was proud now. She was filled with joy for she had been able to let that enormous, hungry lund of her babuji and lover be fully accommodated inside her.Sonam lowered a hand of hers to the point where both Babuji’s lund and her own choot had united. She wanted to touch the spot and see for herself that he was fully within her, that she was capable of taking in this man’s manhood — the man whom she now loved, the man whom she could think of as no one else other than her husband. And she wanted him to fulfil that role, the role of fucking her, of giving her his fertile seeds and making her a mother again.”Ahhhh Babuji,” she was deliriously happy,” chodo mujhe, jor jor se chodo (fuck me, fuck me hard).””Haan, haan, haan (Yes, yes, yes),” was the outburst of a raging bull in the patriarch.”Harder, harder Babuji … aur jor se … choriye matt apni randi ko (harder Babuji, don’t spare your whore),” Sonam was wild now.They went on fucking each other, bound and entwined as they were like serpents, pushing and plundering, giving and taking, moaning and shrieking in the delight of sexual love and togetherness as the region around their pelvis wanted to be merged into each other. The bed squeaked at this violent physical activity and if anyone was in a room below theirs, would have wondered why!How the time flew Sonam didn’t know nor did she know how long this man, her lover, had been fucking her. Such a difference between his son and him! Whereas the son could not hold beyond a minute and left her unsatisfied, the father was so virile, so much of a mard. He could prolong the act for the woman to be deliriously fulfilled. Her eyes had closed, and she had dug her long nails into the man’s back, scratching him without a care. Sonam arched her pelvis into the man to take his weight on her. She had entwined her legs around his back but now she had raised and put them over his shoulders to get more of him within her.The patriarch was far too experienced and knew the art of prolonging his ejaculation. In between, there would be moments when he would be immobile, except for the passionate kisses that he showered on his bahu. But, lower down, there was calm and waiting. Waiting to strike and push again, so that he could continue their love making to dizzying heights for his lovely Sonam.”Tell me when you really need me, when you wish to take what I long to give … take your time,” Balwant said. His power of retention was extraordinary, and something that his dead wife had appreciated time and again when she was alive. Balwant always wanted to ensure his partner’s satisfaction. Or else, he never felt happy or satisfied himself. Sonam was drowned in unthinkable pleasure, as she squirmed and received her Babuji. Endless moments, before she had reached orgasm. She was now ready to receive, for she had been fully satiated in her sexual want as she had been truly swept over by endless waves of lust and desire. She moaned and moaned.Sonam was awoken from her stupor when she heard the man warning her, “Bahu … meri rani ….anewala hai (Bahu …my queen …I am about to cum)!”Sonam wanted complete fulfilment. She wanted his seeds deep inside her, inside her womb.”Yessssss, Yesssss, Mere andar (Inside me) … Babujiiiiiiiiiii,” she cried. “Leh, Leh isey (Take, take this)” he howled into her ears as she felt him gripping her arms followed by the most intimate of kisses on her lips and cheeks. Balwant had opened his lips and, hungrily and wildly, closed it around Sonam’s mouth. He sucked on her lips, even biting softly.And then the dam burst as he let himself go and ejaculated his unending load stored in his two big testicles. Spurt after spurt of warm, fertile, thick seeds were filling her womb as the man pulled back only to push in harder after each burst. “Take this!” He warned.”And this!” He repeated.”Whore! You wanted to be fucked, eh? You deserved to be fucked by no less a cock than that of the master of the house. I’ll fill that womb of yours with my thick seeds. I’ll breed you, make those breasts swell with milk for my pleasure.” He was remorseless as he plundered his young bahu’s cunt mercilessly, just like she wanted. Sonam was thrilled beyond measure. She was delirious in happiness.She blacked out in pure ecstasy by Balwant’s merciless thrusts till her womb was filled to the brim. In the eyes of the creator, they were now one. And they were ready to procreate!When they had truly completed their love act, and had regained their breath, they kissed each other. Their passions had subsided but their inner love for each other had grown beyond measure. In between their kisses, they expressed their love.”Bahu … my queen … I love you,” Babuji said lovingly. “I promise I’ll love you as a man loves a woman, just like a husband loves his wife. It will no more be between a bahu and her sasur (father-in-law).””Babuji … I cannot express how much joy you have given me. Mai sirif aap ka hi hoon, har din har waqt! (I am only yours, every day every night) I am yours totally from today and I shall love you as no other woman has loved a man more,” she whispered in deep love.Sonam watched her father-in-law who had a smile of content on his face. He stroked the bahu’s hair, parting it to see the sindoor that spread across and, in a token gesture, ran his fingers over the line. To Sonam, who couldn’t see his hands, it was a gesture of possessing her with application of vermillion, even though he didn’t apply any yet. By now, his enormously long and hard manhood had shrunk and become softer, although it was still much larger and harder than what Sonam had ever experienced. It still remained embedded in her cunt. “Bahu, I’ll have to withdraw my lund for a while. You’ll not feel sad?” he asked apologetically.”No Babuji, because I know that it has taken possession of my ‘chut’ and I can always have it whenever I want,” Sonam said a bit shyly.But the instant he had taken his lund out Sonam could feel the vacuum that had been created. The parting hurt her in mind just as much as the entry had hurt her physically. However, she could sense that the enormous load of thick juices that had filled her yoni was trying to gush out. She was horrified that it would spill and spoil Babuji’s bedsheet and create utmost embarrassment to both.”Babujiiiiiiii,” she tried to stretch her hand on the only available piece of clothing that did not belong to this room — her lacy panties. It was underneath the pillow beside her, but with Babuji’s heavy body on her, she was unable to move. Her father-in-law realised her predicament and quickly stretched his hand to grab the panties from underneath the pillow. Instantly, he placed it on the leaking ‘pussy’ of his bahu. In moments, the tiny fabric was fully wet with the sticky goo. He cleaned the area thoroughly as he kept looking at his Bahu, who shyly looked away. Once that was done, he was about to clean himself, as he brought it nearer to his withdrawn shaft. Sonam quickly held his hand, preventing him from doing what he wanted to do. She took the panties in her own hand and threw the piece underneath the bed. “Only I will clean it,” Sonam whispered before she seriously remarked,” From now on, it will be my duty to clean it after we have made love!”.As Babuji remained on his hands and knees, Sonam quickly slid her body along the bed till her face was underneath the patriarch’s cock. She held the lund, still covered in sticky juices, with her hands, and then cleaned the surface with her tongue. Even when it was thoroughly cleaned of every trace of the stick cum, she went on licking, causing a growing hardness once again.”No bahu! Tonight, we will not indulge in it again. I love you too much to hurt you again on the first night. I know what a monster this is and how hard and brutal force it has. As you get used to my savage ‘lund’ I will plunder your ‘chut’ and all that you have in that beautiful body of yours. Yes Bahu, again and again, every night. But not tonight, my dearest!” Babuji said caringly and kissed her on her lips. He hugged her close.The words once again made Sonam love the man. He was truly a great lover, no doubt about it and he could fully satiate a woman with both emotional and physical love, such that would make any woman bask in sheer joy and wish for perpetual binding.”Yes Babuji, as you wish! Then, at least, let us sleep in one another’s arms. Surely you will not deny that to me?” Sonam pleaded.Babuji laughed and nodded his approval.As they settled comfortably on the bed, Sonam looked horrified at the white bedsheet. There were unmistakable signs of her Babuji’s sticky cum that had dribbled out of her pussy at some point. “Babuji!” she drew the man’s attention. He simply laughed it off.”So? Does that prove anything about our intimacy? Sleep peacefully Bahu without worrying so much,” Balwant assured. Sonam made a mental note to clean it the next morning.Soon they were in each other’s arms, their lips inseparable even in sleep, their breath blowing into each other’s face. It was as if they were made for each other, to be for each other. Sonam felt she was never as near, physically or mentally, to her husband. Balwant, on the other hand, looked back at his life and wondered if he had found real love again in his young daughter-in-law, who could fill his emotional void and physical needs fully.The couple’s physical nearness and activities had begun with Balwant suckling his bahu’s breasts sometime around three at night. But it was now past five. Clinging together, they fell asleep. Their relationship had changed entirely. From Bahu and Father-in-Law, they had become lovers.*****It was past 7.00 when the bright sunlight woke up Sonam. She was horrified and embarrassed at having woken up so late. As a bahu, she always got up much earlier, and by this time she was in the prayer room after her bath. By 8.00 everyone would be at the dining table, having their ‘nasta’ (breakfast), with the patriarch at the farthest end of the table and his bahu always beside him. This was his wish and command.”Babuji. Get up, get up …oh my god, I am so late!” She pushed the patriarch a few times and picking up her tattered nightie that lay on the bed, she hurriedly got down from the bed. But that was the farthest that she could get.Balwant just stretched his strong pair of hands and gripped the pretty bahu by her waist. He pulled her on to the bed and on to his lap. Both were completely naked.The ‘hardness’ of the patriarch immediately on awakening was not lost on Sonam. She felt the eager ‘lund’ probing the crack of her rump and strong hands that were soon mauling her milk laden breasts. A squirt or two trickled on to Balwants hands. “Choriye Babuji (Leave me, Babuji),” she cried out. She felt excited but stifled her want because of her daily chores that needed her attention and were no less demanding.”Why? A bahu’s rightful place is on her sasur’s (father-in-law) lap,” Balwant laughed as he fondled her.He swung Sonam on the bed so that she now lay face down with Balwant on top. He was still gripping her breasts.”Babuji, please! I am late. I’ll not be able to face the household if you hold me back further,” Sonam wailed. Her cries fell on the deaf ears of an aroused mind.Balwant was sliding his body down over Sonam’s back. He kissed her neck and then on her shoulders, gradually moving down across her soft creamy body. He released her breasts when she reached her rump, parted the soft, fleshy curves of her butt and stared at the crack and the hole that it nestled.”So lovely,” he uttered, not hiding the intensity of his rising lust. Unable to resist, he had brought his face down on to the spot.Balwant sniffed the area as he dug in his nose. “Ahhh!” He exclaimed, as he took in whiffs at the spot, one after the other.Sonam wriggled on bed, trying to free herself. She was deeply embarrassed at the patriarch’s inappropriate outbursts on such an intimate part of her body. Balwant didn’t hide his intoxication, sniffing and moaning as his eyes remained closed.In one moment of Balwant’s slackness Sonam slid out of his grip, almost pushing her feet on the man’s shoulders with all her strength for leverage to break free. Before Balwant could realize the intentions of his prey, Sonam was out from his clutches.With her tattered nightie still in her hands, she quickly ran away to the adjacent bedroom which was hers. In her hurry, Sonam forgot to take the wet panties that she had thrown underneath the bed, an inadvertence she would rue later.In less than an hour she had her bath and got ready for the day. She was wearing a pretty, red saree with a golden border, a matching golden silk blouse and a red petticoat. Underneath, she was wearing the most exotic pink lingerie, full of laces and even had a thin frill border. The bra sat nicely on her breasts, extending the beauty and shape of her already beautiful curves of her bust. Sonam looked at the mirror and wondered if she had worn it for her Babuji. Would he look at it admiringly? Would he fondle her breasts? She smiled at herself. How the man had taken over her mind! Her thoughts always revolved around him alone.She parted her hair and applied a thin line of vermilion like Hindu housewives do. But she was unsure who it was for. Was it only for Rajesh to whom she was married? Or, for someone nearer? After her torrid love making with Babuji the previous night, was it for this elderly father-in-law? She rushed quickly to the prayer room. She just hoped that Babuji would have got up and completed his bath. If he too was late! Oh god, what would everyone think? Normally, he was in the sitting room by 6.45 having his morning cup of tea, doing rounds at the cow shed, inspecting his cows, talking with the servants and telling them their outside duties for the day. Then sharp at 8.00, he would come and sit at the dining table. Today, even he was late and that must have been a surprise to everyone.Sonam completed her prayers in fifteen minutes, but didn’t forget to pray for her husband which she usually did. But this day, she had some special thoughts and prayers for her Babuji too, wishing him well, wishing his long life and yes, praying for their love. Oh god! How much she was in love with him now. Soon, she hurried to the kitchen, first to see that the cook had prepared the ‘nasta’ or if they required her help. Satisfied, she dashed across to the dining room where everyone seemed to stare at her for being late. She should have been the first at the dining table, as others came in one by one. Today, she was the last. It was 8.10. She was embarrassed and apologized, first to Babuji, for that was the custom in the rich yet rural family, and then to the others who were all elder to her.The patriarch was, fittingly, sitting at the head of the table. The first seat from that end was vacant, obviously left for the loving bahu of the household, Sonam. She came and sat down demurely, her head covered with the pallu of her saree.Such was Sonam’s embarrassment at being late that she fumbled with the spoon in her hand. Unfortunately, the spoon slipped out of her hand and fell on to the floor. Sonam blushed in more embarrassment. The young bahu of the house was making a mess of everything. She mumbled a soft apology, as she bent down to pick up the spoon. “Meri galti hui. Mujhe maf kijiye Babuji (I am at fault, forgive me),” her voice was most apologetic.In the process of picking up the spoon, as she bent down her pallu (saree end covering her breasts) slipped of her shoulder. An involuntary glance at her breasts and cleavage revealed her curves. Just underneath the blouse, she glanced at the outlines of her lace bra. She knew Babuji would be happy if he saw her in her latest lingerie pair. She was about to get up and out from underneath the table when her eyes fell on the parted thighs of Babuji sitting on his chair. The ‘dhoti’ that he was wearing couldn’t hide the bulge that lay in between. The two orbs and the thick cock that rested on them were conspicuous under the thin fabric that comprised the dhoti.Sonam’s thoughts, for an instant, went back to the previous night and the rampaging organ that was resting barely a couple of feet away from her face. It was then that the horror of her forgetfulness hit her! Oh my God! What had she done! Her soiled panties was lying on the floor of Babuji’s bedroom. Imagine! Bahu’s panties under the master’s bed! That too, the panties that would have the unmistakable signs of the man’s sticky cum! Sonam turned red in the face. She couldn’t get the patriarch’s attention from underneath the table and neither could she remain in that position for long. She gave a mild tug on his dhoti before she got up.Babuji must have realized something was amiss but he said nothing. He just glanced at Sonam who was trying to say everything with her eyes that expressed an imminent danger. Just then Matasari entered the room, carrying the awoken c***d in her arms.Anjali, Anurudh’s wife, asked, “Where were you Matasari? You are supposed to be here during breakfast. You know that.””I was cleaning malik’s (master of the house) bedroom,” she said seriously. What was left unsaid was that it was not her fault if the man was late in vacating his room. Obviously, she was hinting that the master had got up unusually late himself and she could attend to it after the master had vacated.”I did your room too, Bahurani,” Matasari continued to say, but she smiled mischievously at her. Sonam was certain that the maid had found her panties and blushed. The patriarch might have witnessed it.Soon everyone was getting up from the dining table having finished their meal. As Sonam got up Balwant told her, “Bahu, I want to have another cup of tea … prepared by you.”Turning to Matasari his booming voice said,” Won’t the c***d have his bath now? Get him ready. Bahu will go to her room shortly after she gives me a cup of tea.” Matasari turned and quickly left the room. So did the others.Everyone feared the patriarch. Babuji and Bahu were left alone now.”You wanted to say something Bahu?” the master of the house asked. He was worried that something might have happened to his grandson that had made his bahu restless.Breathlessly and in whispers, Sonam said, “Babuji, I made a big mistake. I forgot to bring away my panties from your room this morning. I left it underneath the bed where I threw it after you cleaned me. You heard what Matasari said just now? She must have seen my undergarment in your room. Oh! What will she think? Babuji I am scared!”Sonam’s face didn’t hide what she felt. She was now tense, scared and nervous. She looked at her Babuji. Was he angry on her? Or would he take control and do whatever he thought would be best to protect the dignity of his bahu and himself?”Toh tum apni kachhi mere bedroom pe chor ke chali ayii? (So you left your panties in my bedroom?)” Balwant asked his bahu. There was no anger in his voice, no concern at all. Just understanding and sympathy for his bahu.Although he wanted to, he could not reach out and take her in his arms at that moment. He wanted to hold her hand and reassure her that there was no reason for worry. Yet, there were concerns – maids are easily the quickest carriers of gossip. It would be a source of immense speculation, and certainly spicy for the household and neighbourhood, if the news about the bahu’s missing panties got leaked.”Do not worry bahu. It will be fine.” Balwant assured her.”But Babuji.. ” Her face filled with alarm and eyes moist as she stifled her cry.He wanted to reach out and hold her hand. Yet he restrained himself. “I will take care of it bahu.” His voice sounded cool but there was sternness and resolve. She quickly wiped a tear with the help of the pallu of her saree.”Go to your room bahu. I will speak to Matasari. And you do not worry. All will be fine.” His voice exuded the confidence that he always had in his ability to take care of things.”Yes, Babuji,” Sonam said and slowly proceeded towards her bedroom. There was relief in her face after Babuji’s reassurance. She gathered her pallu over her sleeveless blouse, covering her ample and proud breasts underneath the soft fabric.Balwant, one for never putting anything till later, got up and walked down to the courtyard where the maid, Matasari was playing with Varun in her arms.”Matasari..” he beckoned, carrying the authority of the head of the family, “Go and leave Varun with bahu. Then you come here, I have something to till you.””Ji babuji,” she bowed her head and hurriedly picked up Varun and went off in a hurry.Balwant too got up after Sonam had walked away. Everyone else had moved away to other parts of the house after breakfast. The morning sun was now lighting up the courtyard. The patriarch walked along the corridor glancing at the closed door of Sonam’s bedroom. He felt an urge to walk in but resisted. He’ll have all the opportunity at night to hold and fondle his lovely bahu. Balwant opened his bedroom door and walked across to his favorite lounging chair. He waited for Matasari and thinking about this small predicament that had fallen on him and Sonam.Balwant heard the shuffle of Matasari’s feet as she approached his room. She and her husband were longtime employees of the household. She was around thirty-three years of age and, like rural womenfolk involved in strenuous physical activities since c***dhood, had a very shapely figure. She had a somewhat dark complexion, having been exposed to harsh sunlight, but she had a longish face that was rather pretty in a way. And she did have a lovely smile and was very lively.Matasari’s husband, due to exigencies at home, had sought Balwant’s permission and left for his distant village a year back. Matasari would visit her husband every six months or so. Her last visit was about four months back.”Babuji, aapne bulaya? (Master, you have called me)?” she asked from the door.”Yes, yes … Matasari.. come inside.” His voice was soft, not betraying the anxiety in his mind.”Yes Babuji.” She walked in. As was customary she left the door open. She came and stood in front of Balwant with hands folded. Her saree wrapped around her torso and the pallu across her shoulder and head.”How’s your husband?” Her face was polite and grateful, “He’s ok I think. I haven’t talked with him for quite some time. But his brother was here a week back. I learnt from him that everything is fine back home.” Balwant nodded. “I just hope you are happy. You have been staying alone for a long time without your husband.””Why not, Babuji? You all take so much care and are so watchful of my needs. Why shouldn’t I be happy?””Even then. After all, you stay alone.” Balwant crossed his muscular legs, covering part of the dhoti beyond the thighs.”I have become used to this life. What can I do?” She sighed one, not hiding her disappointment at having to live without her husband and the needs of a separated couple. But she quickly recovered. “Then why don’t you call him back? What work does he have in the village and living without his wife?” Balwant was trying to sound considerate and sympathetic before he went on to discuss the embarrassing topic on Sonam’s panties.”No Babuji. I am okay.” She felt a bit uneasy and pulled her pallu further across her body as she watched Balwant uncross his legs.Balwant kept silent for a while as the maid fiddled with the end of her saree pallu. Abruptly, he fired the bombshell without warning as he watched her reaction.”Have you cleaned my room this morning?” “Yes Babuji,” her face darkened as the import güvenilir bahis of his question hit her.”When?” He asked calmly without betraying any emotion.”Just a while ago.” Her face was visibly distraught, and her breathing was rapid.”Did you find anything?” Straight, to the point. Balwant wanted to get this over with quickly.”Wh …what Babuji?” She stammered, stalling for time. She had no idea that the patriarch would ask this question about an intimate apparel of a woman, and his bahu.”Go on. Speak.” His words were now definitely firmer, and serious.”Yes, Babuji” Her face looking down at the floor. She was not sure how to answer his question.Balwant was unrelenting. “Batao… Kya mila tha (Tell me, what did you get)?” he had lowered his voice, but the message was distinct. “Babujiiiiii …” Matasari was astounded when Balwant questioned her in that manner.”Tell me. Don’t be afraid, Matasari.” The maid hesitated before she blurted, “Kachi (Panties) …from underneath your bed,” she trembled to say this to the master.”Whose is it, eh?” More embarrassing question for the maid.Matasari covered her face. The questions were getting more and more difficult for a woman to answer. Who would, in real life, ever talk about such matters with a man and that too with the master of the house. And now to have to talk to Babuji about them! She was distraught.”Whose is it?” He repeated himself, unmoved and with an expressionless face.”Bahuji ki …I think it is hers,” she quickly went through with her answer.”How can you say?””I wash her innerwears … Babuji, so I know,” the maid answered.”Do you know what that means, Matasari?” His voice soft and eyes penetrating hersNo words came out. She nodded.”And, and … did you see the stains on my bedsheet?” He asked.Matasari again nodded her head.”Go and close the door,” Balwant said.She froze at first, reservations and shyness getting hold of her. But then, she slowly moved towards the door, shutting it and came over to Balwant.”Come here …” he pointed to the carpeted area in front of his seat.Matasari slowly walked up to him and stood in front. He reached out, took her hand, and pulled her down to sit on the floor.”Have you talked with anyone about this?” He asked. His hand still holding hers but neither she nor the patriarch made any attempt to free their hands.”Nahin (No), Babuji.””Matasari.. dhyan se suno …yeh hamisha tumhere under hee rahna chaheye ( Listen carefully, Matasari .. this should always remain within you).” Balwant’s voice was commanding.”Yes Babuji.” Her cold hands were starting to warm up within the big palms of the master.”I have always treated you and your husband very close to me and my family. I hope you realize that, Matasari?””Yes, Babuji.., ” she said, nodding her head firmly.”You will not even tell your husband. Understand?” She nodded before respectfully affirming, “No, I will never tell him. Believe me, malik (master).””Matasari .. I have always relied on your loyalty. Don’t ever betray that trust.” He pressed her hands.The maid was embarrassed and blushed.”I will take care of you. In turn, you will take care of me and Bahurani. We will be mutually helpful to one another, trust me.” Was it only her trust that Balwant was seeking? Was there any hidden intent?She was voiceless. Her eyes were brimming as she nodded.He reached out and took her face in his big hands.”Batao kya karun tumhere liye. Paise ki baat mut karna .. wo mai dekh lunga. (Tell me, what I can do for you? Don’t just talk about money for I’ll meet that requirement.” The patriarch’s voice was husky.She stared at him, trying to fathom the inner meaning of what Balwant Singh was saying. “Go on. Tell me … Matasari. Don’t fear.” He urged. His fingers still touching her cheeks. A shiver ran through Matasari.”Not now, Babuji.. Some time later … when the time comes,” her tremulous voice betraying fear and emotions too. She decided to keep her wish on hold. Only time will help her to extract the best at that point of time.”Bahut Acha. Kabhi bhi.. Samaj gai na (Very good. Whenever you wish, eh? You understand?” He repeated his offer.”Jee.. Babuji. (Yes master!)” She was shivering with an odd sensation.”Where have you kept that ‘kachi’ (panties)?” Balwant asked abruptly.”Babuji … In my room.””Go and bring it now,” he advised her, pulling her up on her feet.Matasari returned quickly with an unwashed saree in her hand which Sonam had kept aside for washing. The soiled panties was hidden inside the folds of the saree. She bolted the door again.He nodded to her, “Show me.”She opened the folds of the saree in front of the patriarch. Visible before the eyes of Balwant lay the pinkish white panties of his bahu. Clearly visible were abundant streaks of dry ‘cum’ – evidence of intense sexual intercourse and discharge. It also spoke of the rich virility of the man …for the discharge was by no means meager.”Jante ho .. yeh kya hai..(you know what this is)?” He asked her blatantly as his fingers slowly brushed over the dry coating on the surface of the flimsy fabric.”Yes … Babuji.” She whispered.”Huh?””Yours … there’s so much!” She couldn’t look at Balwants’s face and, having said so, immediately bit her fingers in shame.He nodded. “Yes, there’s lot of it.” He remained passive but gloated in pride at his virility.The maid kept quiet, breathing deeply.”You keep those here,” he pointed to the sofa and then continued, “and go by that door and call bahurani. And remember to clean my bed-sheet today itself.” He had pointed at the connecting door between his room and Sonam’s. “Babuji..” she was hesitant.”Yes, yes …go,” and then continued “Just remember, you just take care of your bahurani, she must never be put into any difficulty.””Yes, Babuji.. I know.”She went to the connecting door and knocked mildly. The door opened with Sonam standing beside it and cradling Varun in her arms. Matasari took the baby from Sonam’s arms and pointed towards Balwant.”Bahu.. Babuji bula rahen hain (babuji is calling you),” Matasari told Sonam.Sonam waited at the door for a few moments. Matasari’s face was submissive and yet they were protective. She was the benign servant of Sonam but at the same time, she had to take care of her.”Come..” Matasari whispered and almost led Sonam to the patriarch.”Bahu..” He called her lovingly.”Babuji..” Sonam said shyly, standing with her head bowed.”Everything is okay…,” he assured, “I have spoken with Matasari. She has understood everything. Her work from now on would be to look after you and take care of you. Understood Bahu?”Sonam eyes met with Balwant’s and his gentle smile put her at ease. She knew it would be alright.”You can talk with Matasari on any matter. Any matter. She will maintain secrecy.” Balwant said to Sonam. He looked at Matasari too, who nodded.”Aur wo apne sath le jana (and take those with you).” He pointed to the folded used saree.”Yes Babuji,” Sonam said, as she walked across to pick up the saree and what lay hidden inside. Matasari quickly dashed across.”Bahurani, please give it me,” she said in an act of servitude as Sonam picked up the saree and her hidden undergarment. She smiled at Sonam as their hands touched.”Should I clean the undergarment and keep it in your wardrobe?” she whispered, but the patriarch could hear it.Honestly, Sonam didn’t want to wash this piece. To her this was a memorable and valuable keepsake of her first conjugal union, of some heavenly moments of sheer joy, with her amazingly virile father-in-law. How wildly and lovingly he had flooded her vagina with his thick cum, and it was this sticky goo that had been rubbed into this fabric! She would never want to wash those first traces of his fertile cum. It was something Sonam wanted to preserve, and savor the moments when she would be alone. “No, No, don’t bother Matasari … you just keep it on my bed,” she said softly. To her it seemed that everyone in the room would catch on to the purpose of her not wanting it to be washed. This time too, her sasur heard what she said. He smiled, but none of the women in the room saw it.”Chhor do Matasari. Sayed Bahu ko woh kachi dhulai karna pasand nahin (Leave it Matasari. May be Bahurani doesn’t want that particular undergarment to be washed).” This time the patriarch laughed aloud. Sonam was red in the face and dashed out of the room, taking the sari and her used undergarment with her. Matasari turned and looked at the patriarch, her face too in a mischievous grin as she understood what the master of the house was hinting at. “Master, Bahurani is so ashamed and coyish,” Matasari laughingly said, “Let me go to her.””Listen Matasari. I want that you two become very good friends …if not in front of everyone, at least in privacy,” the head of the family said. Matasari nodded her head to indicate she would obey and dashed off after Sonam.In the meantime, after rushing off to her room, Sonam came and sat down on her bed, her face flushed. She didn’t even put the unwashed undergarments inside her almirah, such was her shame in having been caught by both the master and the maid. Why did she have to say it so nakedly, Sonam thought to herself. Just then, Matasari entered her room smiling.”What’s the matter Bahurani? Why are you feeling so shy? Haven’t you heard what the master has said? I have understood everything he has said. And from today my duty is to look after you. Even then you are feeling shy?” Matasari told Sonam. Matasari had come nearer and, taking liberty of the patriarch’s advice, she held up Sonam’s chin with her fingers. Somehow, the distance between a maid and her ‘malkin’ (mistress) seemed to have been pushed away and neither of them hesitated or felt bad. Although she was a respectable ‘bahu’ she was still a young girl whereas Matasari was more than ten years elder to her. Sonam felt a growing warmth towards the maid and the fact that she now knew about her relationship with her sasur made her warm up to her more. You always require a chaperon in such relationships.”Has Babuji told you everything, Matasari?” Sonam asked hesitatingly. It would be far more embarrassing if the maid had come to know, in details, exactly what happened the night before. Matasari bluffed a bit so that Sonam would open out more. She wanted to know everything from the young bahu, and with tactful and leading questions, she was certain that the immature girl would ultimately confide in her.”Haan, yehi ki raat bhar aap dono bistar mein (Yes, that the entire night you two … on the bed) …” she started giggling.Sonam blushed instantly and covered her eyes with both hands, “Oh god! Shame! Shame on me! … Oh why! Why did he have to tell everything?”Matasari, who was standing near, held Sonam’s hands with hers and pulled them away from her face.”No, don’t feel ashamed Bahurani. Tell me everything. Maybe I can help you more, who knows?” Matasari ran a hand along the young girl’s back. She had, by now, come and sat beside Sonam and had her arm around her comfortingly.”No, I can’t tell you. Matasari why are you embarrassing me more?” Sonam blurted.”Okay, don’t tell. But, come one, at least when I put questions then tell me. Or else, how will I help?” Matasari pursued.Sonam nodded her head. She had no other way to wriggle out of this situation.”Achha ye batao Bahurani, kya malik tum se behat pyar hai ya nahin? Tumhe us me kuch shak hai ya nahin (Very well, just tell me – Babuji loves you very much, doesn’t he? You don’t doubt that, do you)?” Matasari asked.”Babuji loves me too much. I don’t have any doubts on that,” Sonam said from the core of her heart.”And you Bahurani? Your love, your desire for him?” Matasari was drawing the girl into a web of surrendering questions.”I too love him a lot. I can’t live without him now!” The girl was speaking out the truth from the depths of her heart. Her entire thoughts, her entire mind and her entire body ached for this man who was her father-in-law.”Achha ye batao bahurani …aab to malik, jo hai apka babuji, apna mard bana. Sach mein ek baat kahogi? (Then tell me something. The master, who is your father-in-law, has now become your ‘man’ and lover. Will you answer one thing truthfully)?” The maid asked.”Haan ..koshish karungi (yes, I will try)” Sonam whispered.”Koshish nahin. Batana paregi (Not just trying … you have to tell),” Matasari was adamant.Sonam helplessly nodded her head.Matasari giggled. They were like ‘sahelis’ (friends) now and one had to be open and not secretive.”Phir batao Bahurani … unka ‘woh’ kaise laga? Jis se ek mard ka pehchan hota hai, (Then tell me one thing … Ummm … how did you like his ‘thing’ …the one by which you recognize a real man)?” The maid made no distinction between her and the bahurani, no distinction in their standing and relationship. She was not being just the maid, but a very close and bosom friend of Sonam.”Jao ..tum bhi Matasari, kaisi batein karti ho (Oh Matasari! What questions you ask)?” Sonam smiled shyly.”Bahurani. I will tell about an incident. I was dusting the rooms one day while Babuji was standing in the verandah talking with someone. That day, he was not wearing anything underneath his dhoti, possibly having taken off his langot (underwear) before he was scheduled to go for his bath. I could see the underlines of his body underneath the thin material of the dhoti. What to tell Bahurani! He is a real ‘mard’. It was so big, so big, something I never knew was possible in a man. I cannot imagine what size it would have been when he would be making love!” Matasari was giggling like a young girl. Even Sonam couldn’t help but started giggling too.”Yes, you cannot imagine how big it is when it awakens, Matasari,” Sonam replied, casting aside her shyness.”Toh aaj raat dikhao … darwaja khul ke rakhna … Babuji ko maat batana ..thik hai (Then show it to me tonight… Keep the door between the rooms open … Don’t tell Babuji)?” Matasari immediately seized the opportunity to make a request.”Oh! Matasari … what sort of things you tell!” a mock scolding from Sonam.”Bahurani …” Matasari was almost begging for an invitation to the visual delights of rare erotic copulation between an elderly ‘mard’ and a sexy, young bahu. Possibly, she could also be wanting to have a view of the naked organ that she could only imagine after that dhoti covered view earlier. Begging, cajoling, pulling the young bahu’s arm Matasari tried everything but Sonam remained unmoved. She was too shy and felt too ashamed to even think of it. Till, at last, Matasari threw the last dice.”Bahurani ..ek baat batayun? (Can I tell you something)?” she asked.Sonam nodded her head in approval.”Babuji ke liye aap ka itna pyar hai dil mein. Aap ne kuch der pehle ye bhi kaha ki aap unka bina raha nahi sakogi. (You have so much love for Babuji. Sometime back, you said you cannot live without him. Didn’t you?” Matasari asked tactfully.”Haan (Yes),” Sonam replied, without realizing that she was being led into a trap.Saach batao ..kya aap unko pati ke roop mein chaheto ho nahin (Tell truthfully, don’t you want to see him as your husband)?” Matasari was asking.”Haan,” Sonam nodded her head without fully knowing where this was leading.”Agar sambhav hota, kya aap unse shadi bhi nahi karta (if it was possible, wouldn’t you have married him)?” the maid asked.”Haan Matasari …lekin who kabhi bhi sambhav nahin (yes, but that’s not possible ever),” Sonam replied.”Then listen. There’s another way a marriage can take place. It’s known as ‘gandharva’ marriage. It’s not the traditional, ceremonial marriage. You needn’t tell anyone. There’s just one condition in such marriages. It is a marriage that comes not out prayers and vows but in copulation or mating. And, that mating must be witnessed by someone – a trusted witness who could be either a male or female.” Matasari was convincing the young, immature Sonam in her own sweet way.Sonam’s mouth was agape and her eyes almost touched her eyebrows. Was that sort of marriage possible? She wanted to be this man’s wife, wanted to bear his c***dren and this method was almost a way out. Would she ask Babuji? Would he think that as a bad idea and reject it outright? Or should she secretly allow Matasari to witness and be satisfied in her own mind that she was married to her ‘mard`?”What are you thinking, Bahurani?” Matasari asked, awakening Sonam from her stupor.”Are you speaking the truth?” Sonam asked again to remove whatever doubts that roamed in her mind. She was eager now … she had already accepted it in her heart and mind. If this was true she would see that it was done … whether Babuji agreed or not.”Absolute truth, Bahurani,” Matasari said excitedly.”Good. Then tonight itself there will be this marriage in the way you say is possible. Ohhh Matasari you are so helpful,” Sonam hugged Matasari and then hid her face in her bosom. Matasari went on stroking her hair.It was decided between them that they would together approach the patriarch and plead with him. Knowing Babuji, Sonam was certain that he would agree, because he was already treating her like his wife. But they would approach him after dinner, just before they retired for sleep. Matasari cunningly took the tiny vermillion box from Sonam’s bedroom and went and kept it on the bedside table in the patriarch’s room. This itself should have an effect on Babuji’s mind and he would be mentally prepared in a way to accept what the two ladies told him.The day passed off quietly. Babuji and his Bahu crossed path just twice during the day. He was occupied with the labourers in his agricultural lands and people from the market. Sonam was busy in her household chores and attending to her baby.Sonam dressed ravishingly at night. It was a flaming orange sari with black and gold border. She wore a sheer lowcut sleeveless gold blouse. Underneath she wore the sheer lace peach bra and crotchless panties. Her hair was made into a bun and, thanks to Matasari, she had a white flower garland tied around it. She had a sober make up, but she had given her lips a deep crimson shade to make them more alluring. When she came to the dining table for dinner, she was looking stunning and everyone, not excluding her uncle-in-law Anuruddh, gaped at her open-mouthed. It was not known to Sonam that even Anuruddh lusted for her at that moment.Anjali felt a bit jealous of this rare beauty, and the way her husband Anuruddh gaped at her, didn’t escape her eyes.”You seem to have dressed to go out even after dinner Sonam,” Anjali said sounding critical of her attire.But the patriarch came to her rescue immediately. He burst out laughing at first before turning towards his sister-in-law.”Anjali, don’t forget her age. She is hardly 23 and if she doesn’t dress at this age when will she? When she reaches your age?” the patriarch said. The voice was neither joking nor harsh – it was midway between both, but it was enough to make Anjali realize that she should stop saying anything about Sonam’s dress and makeup. After this little exchange of words dinner was over very quietly without too much conversation. But the food was good and one of the dishes, palang paneer, prepared by Sonam was richly praised by the brothers.When everyone had left, the patriarch got up from his chair beckoning Matasari who stood at a distance. Sonam had left for her room carrying the baby in her arms.”Have you had a talk with Bahurani?” he asked very softly.”Haan malik. Woh bhi aap se kuch baat bolne ke liye taras rahi hai (yes, and she also is very eager to talk with you on something important),” said Matasari, whispering the words ‘taras rahi hai’ in a manner that made the patriarch instantly aroused.”That’s okay. You two go and wait for me in my room,” the patriarch said, wondering what his bahu wanted to say.\\/ />>\\//<<\\//When everyone had left Balwant was lost in thoughts of the concluded dinner a while back and to someone special - his beautiful bahu. How wonderful she looked at the dinner table. He saw a glow in her face. Her eyes were shining and sparkled and conveyed a lot while many things remained unsaid. And then he mulled over his conversation with Matasari, who was turning to be his confidante. He wondered what his bahu wanted to tell him so eagerly. In a while, he got up and went to his bedroom. He felt an excitement, waiting impatiently in his lounging chair inside his bedroom.It was about half an hour later that the patriarch heard a knock on the inter-connecting door. He quickly got up and in two strides was at the partition door and opening it ajar.There, right in front of him, stood his most alluring, stunning and gorgeous bahu dressed in her full red wedding attire and all her ornaments that she wore on the day of her marriage to his son Rajesh. What was unseen to the patriarch was the most exotic pair of peach lingerie that she was still wearing even when she had gone to have dinner. A few steps behind his bahu stood Matasari, like an obedient maid, willing to follow all commands of this erotic couple."My god! My god! Such captivating beauty!" the patriarch said, walking back a few steps to let his bahu in to his bedroom. Walking backwards, as he gaped at her, he fell back on his bed. He now watched the sex goddess who stood right in front of her."Bahu..." he continued, as he gathered his wits together, "you are looking as enchanting as ever. Come...come in. " He beckoned her to come in. Sonam stood at the doorway, her head bowed with the saree pallu covering her head like that of a bride. She stayed put for some moments, gathering courage and her resolve, and then moved slowly into Balwant's room. Matasari stood behind his bahu, as a servant in attendance."You wanted to tell me something, Bahu?" He whispered, betraying some of his inner turmoil.She remained standing there. Unable to utter the words she had come so prepared to tell."Bahu...tell me."She remained silent, too hesitant to say what she had come to tell. It was left to Matasari to come up and hold Sonam's left arm, urging her to speak. "Bahurani, now is not the time to keep silent," She whispered.Sonam raised her head and met Balwant's gaze. She averted it for a moment and then looked straight into his eyes."Babuji...""Yes, tell me... Bahu" He urged."Babuji ...Matasari suggested something .. I don't know if you will agree.""About? Tell me Bahu, tell me freely." His curiosity had increased."I feel ashamed to tell you...Babuji" She couldn't look at the patriarch any more."Tell me Bahu. You have always shared with me what you have in your mind.""You may not approve, Babuji" She whispered and looked at Matasari for confidence and making her a sort of co-conspirator.Balwant looked curiously and with intrigue at the two women. He was certainly aware of some special circumstance that had led his bahu to wear her wedding dress and ornaments again."Go on, bahu.""I was thinking of ...you know ... what every girl thinks of.""Yes...and?" He waited. Impatience slowly visible in his face."I know I am married to your son but...," Sonam was hesitating too much.He nodded. His mind trying to decipher where she was leading. The mention of his son for a moment made him think that his bahu was probably feeling guilty of what had happened and decided to call it quits. He thought hard, trying to reconcile his thoughts, wondering why she would come to him wearing her wedding dress if she had any regret. "But the last one night has put me in great turmoil," Sonam continued to say. Balwant feared the worst - an end to their relationship. Probably, she was indeed repentant of what had happened last night. Yet he was unable to figure out why she was dressed the way she was.He stood up, slowly walked up to her "You should not worry about it Bahu," wrapping her in his arms even closer, "You are mine - even if our relationship does not carry the stamp of marriage.""That is why I have come. Do you realise what I am wanting?" Her question whispered to him."Tell me Bahu...you can have my life... if you want" His heart thumping hard. Did she want to sever the ties that was growing between them? What was she wanting?She remained quiet in his arms. Neither moved but remained where they were. Only silence filled up the room. He gently urged her to talk. Finally, Sonam could hold back no longer."I know social marriage is not possible but ... I dream of being wedded to you," she whispered. Her breathing came in shorts bursts.And the revelation came as a big jolt to Balwant. Even in his wildest dreams he had not thought that such possibility ever existed. He waited, for he knew there was more to come from his bahu."And Matasari told me a way," Sonam said."Bahu..my bahu.." He whispered in the most endearing way. He loved her dearly, and always she rose higher in his esteem. He was proud of his bahu who cared so much for him.He held her close and looked into her eyes... trying to fathom what she meant. "What did Matasari say?" Balwant asked."Ohh Babujiii ... I thought you would know...," Sonam blurted.He kissed her forehead. Loving every moment of their proximity. He did not care about the presence of Matasari who stood there watching. He wondered what was going through the woman's mind."You are mine...for sure you are mine... and to think that you can be my wife... " His voice was full of emotions."Do you know the marriage Matasari was telling about?" She continued.He shook his head, looked at Matasari and yet nothing came to his mind."Tell me bahu," he asked again, as he continued to play with her tresses and flushed cheeks."She said something about gandharva vivahah (marriage) ... involving..." and she paused covering her eyes.And then everything was crystal clear to Balwant."Oh my god, Bahu! Did Matasari suggest that? Oh god! She is so refreshingly innovative." And his eyes turned towards Matasari who was smiling in glory but with a bit of shyness. Yet she had the confidence in her face.He kissed Sonam all over her forehead, cheeks and then her lips, "Why did I not think of this? Yes.. yes...of course."Sonam looked into his eyes. "You know what that means Babuji?"He took her hand and whispered, "Yes Bahu, I do ... it is one our ancient traditions. They say that the marriage of a desiring woman with a desiring man, without religious ceremonies, is the best marriage."Still not looking at his face, she said huskily "But it would mean Matasari also ..." leaving the sentence half said and then added. "You will agree to that?""What about Matasari ... Bahu?" He was unsure what riddles bahu was throwing up one after the other ... and Matasari just had a naughty smile on her face when Balwant gazed at her. The two girls had been conspirators to something, he thought."Bahu...tell me... am I missing something?" Balwant said in the end.Sonam kept her eyes closed, her face buried deep in his chest. She whispered excitedly, "She says she will have to witness the marriage so that it is accepted. Witnessing the marriage by someone else, other than the couple, would make us husband and wife as per this tradition."Balwant nodded excitedly. "Yes...we will need a witness.." and then thinking aloud "as per tradition a person should witness the mating.. when I take you just as a man takes a woman in sex, and make you my mate, my beloved wife."Her face dug deep in her chest, not wanting to see either Matasari nor him, she blurted shyly, "She wants to be the witness."His jaw dropped. He looked at Matasari standing there not having spoken a word and yet part of everything that was happening. A knowing smile stayed put on her face. "Ahhhh... now I understand Bahu."Sonam pulled at the cotton vest he was wearing "Babuji ...please agree," she pleaded. The love, the wanton desire and the deep need was evident in Sonam.He took her in his arms and pulled her in tighter. The need between them was rising rapidly. He took her face between his hands and lustily whispered "Kiss me, bahu," and then uttered "You are my life.. my darling.. mine..whatever you wish will be done."Sonam, unable to contain her lust, opened her lips. Balwant pressed down on them, their lips brushing against each other. A raging fire quickly swept them in, as they kissed passionately now, right in front of Matasari, a maid in their household. Such was the intensity of their kiss that even Matasari's face exhibited an arousal in her. Seeing a rugged father-in-law and his desirous bahu locked in an illicit mating was sending waves of excitement in her that would eventually be difficult to control. She was now a party to these happenings, and these were but instigation to her own arousal and desires.Sonam ventured to ask of her Babuji, "Can I tell her you have agreed?" "Yes, my sweet bahu... my little one.. yes, yes, you are too precious.. my wonderful one. Go on, tell her that we want her to be the witness." And he showered more kisses on her.Sonam turned her head around and looked at Matasari. "Babuji, do you know, she has arranged for some flowers which she has discreetly kept outside so that it doesn't attract anyone's attention," Sonam said excitedly to her father-in-law, "She'll soon get them to the room without anyone's knowledge,and then she will place the flowers and petals around your bed like a nuptial bed."Balwant looked at her with a smile and asked, "My bed? Or is it ours?" Sonam felt ashamed for her mistake.Balwant smiled again, "So, you both seem to have become bosom buddies... such playful scheming. Hmmmm." He gave a playful pat on Sonam's butt."But you wanted us to be real 'sahelis' (friends), Babuji." Sonam tried to counter Balwant's teasing."I love it bahu... you fill my heart with joy... and love," he whispered, still holding her close in his arms."Our marriage will put the stamp of proper parentage on our c***d," she whispered with her face hidden in his chest. And then continued emotionally, "because we will have c***dren... Isn't it so, Babuji?"Balwant broke into a broad smile. His heart warmed up with love for the girl in his arms. "Yes ... my Bahu... we will certainly have c***dren... and I will get to have more milk over a longer period of time.""Just imagine, Babuji! Our c***d ... from your virile fertile sperms.""And my most wonderful Bahu.. we will have the best and healthy k**s... yes?" He was basking in thoughts of little ones playing on his lap, ones he brought to life by him, bred by his fertile seeds. "Varun will get brothers and sisters to play with.""Yesssss Babuji' Her voice full of desire and love. "I am so excited ...I should share this with Matasari." She had been whispering till now so that Matasari may not hear.Balwant laughed. He was full of love for his bahu for what they now planned and for her enthusiasm. "Yes, yes, go and tell her... I am sure that nymph will have been aroused by all this happening.""Babuji ... the babies will be born out of wedlock and would have a common bloodline and ancestors... with Varun. Isnt it a nice feeling?" Sonam asked, meaning his existing c***d out of Rajesh, her husband and future c***dren out of Balwant, her father-in-law."It is a nice feeling, my dearest Bahu, ...now that we will be wedded .. they will be our c***dren.""Belonging to this family," she proudly intoned, "Babuji's family.""Let this be a very special moment of ours ... you can have this 'lund" the whole night ...Bahu... and let Matasari see as much as she wants. For that would stamp approval our marriage in the Gandharva way.""Ohhh Babujiiiii,"she cried in joy as Balwant's hands roamed all over his bahu, sensually exploring each sensitive nerve of his sexual bahu."The insemination will be completed only in the early morning ..when the birds start to sing..when the sun rises to herald a new day ... and a new life." Sonam said in complete ecstasy.Balwant's thoughts centred on his bahu. Her love and desire to bear his seeds and that too at the right moment, seemed so right for a healthy c***d to be born. And, for that to happen, they would have to frolick in bed all night, engaging in sexual intercourse, with Matasari witnessing every intimate deed and act. He wondered how aroused the woman would be seeing mating all through the night when she had not been to her village and husband for months. Of course, Balwant was aware of his own capacity and physical ability in retention for a long period."My love.. Yes...Yes. So shall it be." The thought sent a shiver through his body, causing some renewed hardness underneath his dhoti."I know Babuji you can retain till then, isn't it?" she queried. As if that was the only time anything would happen."It will not be one time during the night bahu..that is for sure" He smilingly cautioned her. The hardening phallus was getting ready to ravage his bahu many, many times."Yesss .." she cooed. "for it will be our union of love."Balwant closed his eyes and held her close "Yes,my dearest, it will be our union of love."They were so locked in embrace, not caring that Matasari was right there. Balwant just glanced at her for a moment and saw her face. She blushed instantly, eyes somewhat low and her twitching lips exhibiting arousal.Sonam in his arms looked so pretty in her wedding finery. Her lips had the coat of red lipstick that was somewhat smeared by their passionate kiss. The hair was well braided and kept"I will not be able to think of anyone as my husband other than you after the night is over," Sonam said.His heart was thumping hard as he heard Sonam say this. They were lovers now, about to become man and wife in a few moments, just as they cherished."You will be my wife ... my love ... mine alone," his heart was full of love for this wonderful girl, "and I will still call you Bahu, for that lovely word signifies both.""And I will apply vermilion on my forehead as a stamp of that marriage" she said with love, "Each morning, after my bath ... you will be in my thoughts when I apply it."Balwant tightened his grip, and once again planted a passionate kiss on her red lips. This time even biting her lower ones as his own passion started to reach dizzying heights of need."Yes, that is the sacred sign of our marriage... after we have cohabited, mated and made each other one," he concurred.For the gandharva marriage to be completed, they had to become one in a heavenly way... with he inside her. The lingam had to be inside the yoni, and would have to spurt rich seeds inside her womb. And that heavenly moment would have to be witnessed by someone. For them, on that day, it would be Matasari."Babuji, I'll wear a mangalsutra around my neck - the heavenly sign of our marriage," Sonam gushed.He smiled. His love for her bounded, "Yes, my love, you shall have it. It will be the bond of our relationship as husband and wife."Now getting a little playful, she ventured, "Maybe the one you gave to sas (mother-in-law) ... no one would doubt it then, because there would be nothing unsual for a bahu to be given this one by her father-in-law."To Balwant, it was such a wonderful idea. What could be better sign of their wedding "Yes.. I believe I have it secured inside the almirah..yes..yes... that will be right " He was brimming with joy "Bahu.. you are so wonderful, did you know that?" She always made him happy, the patriarch felt."I will put away the one I am wearing now," placing her fingers on the Mangalsutra that signified her union with Rajesh, "this will be replaced by one that you would make me wear after our marriage."Sonam kept thinking about this unique ornament. In the eyes of the world it would be the same yet, in their minds, it would be a symbol of their Gandharva union, of a unique wedlock known to none except Matasari."And each night we will always be husband and wife," her voice had a hidden naughtiness as she ventured into the future."Yes, sleeping in our conjugal bed..in a way nature made us to be," Balwant agreed with Sonam, and then went on to say, "fulfilling the duties and obligations of a wedded couple." He laughed merrily.He knew that there would be very few clothing separating them. They would be naked as nature made them."Always sleeping together on your bed," she cooed like a happy bride, "what a lovely feeling!" He held her tight - his bride, his love and his girl."Yes..my darling.. Yes," he replied, "you always make me happy..bahu.""My duty as your wife ... to fetch happiness for you." She looked up into his eyes and there was abundant love for the man. And there was a naughty look too, that made him restless."Just be prepared that I will give you all the experience in bed you can ever imagine...and some that you may not even have imagined ever... Bahu," Balwant made it very clear to Sonam."Yes babujiii ... I will accept that to happen." For she was now truly his and was ready for anything with him. She trusted him fully.He kissed her passionately again, perhaps for the hundredth time. "And you can whisper to me whatever comes to your mind..." he went on further. "for you will be my ardhagni (wife).""You know, Bahu?" He ventured after a while. "What, Babuji" Her voice betrayed the inner turmoil and the raw lust that was coming from within her."I want to see you in your full glory... I want to witness you as you are ... the way god made you." For, Sonam stood in front, in her bridal dress and jewelry and yet, these very items of marriage, would have to be discarded in the process of marriage being adopted by them. "You'll have to part with your dress, Sonam. That's very necessary in this marriage."It was to be a carnal wedding, the completion of which depended on consummation alone. The mating, when witnessed by another person, was indeed equivalent to the seven 'pheras' that traditional Hindu weddings would have.In a way, the wedding dress that Sonam wore was a prelude. The real wedding dress would be what Mother Nature had gifted to them at birth and then enhanced the beauty of her creation in her own way. "That will always be ... in bed ... isnt it?" The innocent bahu, whose irresistible lust and desire were no longer hidden, thought of her imminent marriage."Yes, but for that, I want to undress you now... as a bride in waiting ... and worship her as my future wife." Balwant held her in his arms, before he moved back and looked at the goddess of love that stood in front of him."But you said about things I cannot imagine ... what are those?" Her curiosity had gripped her young mind. She wanted to know, she was keen to explore, and the need to be taken was unabated in the young Sonam.And then, as an afterthought, she said, "if that is what you want ..yes babuji .. you can." She was shy. But she was ready to surrender herself completely to this man. It was for him to decide, and for her to follow."You will know all the things that we will explore and do... Bahu... but for now, I want to see you. Just you, without any adornment, without any stitch to cover. Just you, in the way I will take you."She stood there for a moment. Her face expressing her turmoil, and there was twitching of her lips. An intense lust seemed to be brewing within her. "Undress me, Babuji." She stood in front of him. With no reservations, türkçe bahis no holds. She was ready to be taken in the way her master and lover wanted her to be.He was holding her hands and watching her pristine beauty. Unknowingly, they had commenced the wedding rituals for there was no set format. He took her face in his hands, adored his beautiful bahu “I love you Bahu” He said without thinking.Sonam lowered her face eyes with her head bowed. She nodded briefly, ‘I love you, Babuji. Make me yours.”He played with her for a few moments and then started to remove each piece of jewelry. One piece at a time. They were so intricately worn and of which Balwant had little knowledge. His ignorance was soon noticed by the maid Matasari, who quickly came to his aid. Together, both Balwant and Matasari removed her nathani (nose ring), her tikka (head ornament), her earring, her bangles, her anklets. Even the mangalsutra that she was wearing, but Sonam allowed only Balwant to take it off her. This was the only time Sonam had taken the mangalsutra off her neck, so auspicious it was to a Hindu married woman. She placed her fingers on the sutra just for a moment, as if resolving in her mind that the transition was for a brief period only and had a purpose. And then, she let go.When all the jewelry was removed, he nodded to Matasari, who promptly stepped back. Sonam stood there, not moving anywhere excepting for that occasional bout of shivering that went through her body now and then. Balwant’s heart was thumping aloud, his breathing revealing his arousal.He took the pallu of the saree off her shoulder and pulled it off. Sonam stood like a goddess, with her full breast jutting out proudly underneath the blouse. Balwant held the end of the saree in his hand, paused while savoring the beauty of the woman who stood before him. His eyes feasted, he started unwinding the six yards of the finest silk that comprised her saree, from around her. He gently untucked the fabric from her petticoat. Sonam, like any girl would do in this situation, instinctively brought her hands up to her chest to cover her modesty in front of the two persons in the room. One to be her husband, and the second who had quickly become her closest confidant and friend.The process of making Sonam naked was slow but it was not endless. Parting of each apparel revealed more of her beauty – her lovely skin, her silky body, her appealing curves. All that made a woman beautiful, alluring and sexy. Balwant’s eyes were glued on his bahu and when, for a moment, he looked towards Matasari, the scene was no different. Matasari’s eyes were also savoring the voluptuous shapes of Sonam. Clad in a saree with her pallu almost drooping of her chest, Sonam was unaware of her state. Her breasts heaved up and down in her incessant lust. Balwant unhooked her blouse and gently took it off her shoulders and then out of her arms and hands. She stood in her blouse and petticoat.Balwant moved closer to his bahu. His hands at first roamed over naked her arms as he grasped them in ownership. He watched, with awe, the slow rising and falling of her milk filled breasts. The nub of the light brown nipple was clearly visible through the translucent lace bra. Her bare arms felt so soft to his touch. Balwant wanted more of her. She was irresistible. His hands moved away from her arms to the side of her bare body. The smooth silken soft body increased his arousal. He placed his hands on the bra, running his hands admiringly over its intricate laces. He couldn’t be happier than this. His gaze went down as also did his hands, running along the naked arms, and the sides of her body, over her belly button as he worked his way down. Sonam let out a moan of pleasure. Her eyes closed, and her face arched upwards in an expression that showed her need to be kissed. Balwant leaned forward and kissed her on her neck and just below her earlobes. She moaned again “Babuji..”Balwant’s bare hands explored more. His hand grabbed her tight butt over the petticoat, filling them in his large palm and giving them a tight squeeze. The pair of her butt curves felt nice and Balwant persisted with more. He snorted in lust as he felt her panties.And then, in one moment, he moved swiftly and found the strings that lay to one side of her petticoat. His fingers remained there for a moment exploring the way the knot was made, found the right strand and pulled hard. The knot opened without a hitch as Balwant drew out the petticoat from her waist. All it needed was a little nudge of his fingers before it fell swiftly to her feet and lay in a heap on the ground. She let out a moan, coupled with an unsuccessful attempt to retain the garment “Babuji..” she moaned. Her hesitancy was because of Matasari.Standing now in just a lace bra and panties that barely covered anything, Sonam looked extremely desirable. The see-through lace of her panties allowed her pubic hair to be on full display, and her nipples were now hard against the distended fabric. And her waist was flat, despite the c***d birth.Balwant took a few steps backwards to get a full view. He moved even further back for a still fuller view and stumbled against the bed. He fell on his bed, but he stayed put at that position. His dhoti in relative disarray, the desi top he wore had its top buttons open.”My queen!” He whispered lustfully.”Your would be wife, Babuji” Her voice aroused as she waited for the patriarch to complete making her naked.”Bahu..””Yes.. Babuji?” Sonam asked.”I want you to take off those by yourself now. Be naked, be my bride.” Sonam remained shaking were she stood but made no effort to part with the remaining pieces of her cover.Sonam was panting, her breath rapid, as she stood in front of her ‘sasur’ who would soon be her ‘pati’, her loving, passionate and virile husband. She was in ecstasy, bathed in a joy that she never felt before in her life. Balwant looked and gaped at her in awe when she stood in the exotic pair of lingerie, interwoven in lace and net on the finest and softest material that made the pair. He ran his hands over her shoulders again, kissed her on the milky whiteness, nibbled at her earlobes. As he sat on the bed, Balwant’s powerful big hands had run down her naked arms till they went behind her at the waist and gripped her panty covered soft butt curves. He was in an extreme stage of arousal as he felt the soft ass. He murmured again the words that he had uttered a while back. Words that would ensure the next stage of their union.”Bahu, I wanted you to take off those by yourself now. Be naked, be my bride.” His voice shook in lust and desire.All this while Matasari stood behind, just a few paces away from the erotic love birds, the couple who would soon be united in marriage.As Sonam hesitated Matasari came forward and whispered in her ears, “You must take off your clothes, all of them, and be fully naked. The next stage has come. You know what I told you earlier? What is required of you two before the marriage and consummation?”Sonam nodded her head knowingly but didn’t know how to tell this to her Babuji. Matasari had clearly explained something about the purity required in the ‘lingam’ for this type of marriage. And, through the maid, she now knew that the ‘lingam’ had to be bathed by Sonam to purify it from earlier sexual activities. What Matasari had told her was that Babuji’s lingam had been used extensively on his wife, when she was alive. Besides, it was not known if such a magnificent organ had penetrated other ‘yonis’ also. Quite likely it did, any woman who saw this edifice would desire it. So, before it now entered this young bahu’s sweet yoni to sanctify this marriage, it had to be properly bathed. “Babuji,” she whispered, “I have to say something.””Go on, I am listening bahu,” he said.Yet Sonam didn’t have the courage to speak out. She fumbled and hesitated, looking away from the man.”Come on bahu, don’t keep me waiting,” the patriarch said soothingly.Sonam kept quiet till she informed, “Matasari was saying …” But she couldn’t say again.This process of hesitation and insistence went on for a while before Babuji lost his patience and said, “I will hear it from you, not from Matasari. Tell me Bahu, don’t keep me waiting,” he said but now there was a sternness in his voice.Sonam then explained that she had to bathe the ‘lingam’ because that was a specific ritual in gandharva marriage. Matasari quietly explained the need for the bath, namely to purify the man’s organ because of the impurities formed out of sexual activities in the earlier wedlock.The patriarch asked if it wasn’t necessary to bathe the ‘yoni’ (vagina) too. It seemed that he was very keen on this, although Sonam was hesitant and felt it was not strictly a part of the ritual.”Babuji, we always give bath with water to the ‘lingam’ when we offer prayers to the lord. But … But…the other bath …” Sonam was embarrassed and hesitant before she continued, “there is no practice of ..of ..ummm…bathing the ..the … woman’s … ” she couldn’t complete but just pointed towards her crotch.”But I so much want to,” Babuji was disappointed at this refusal.It was then that Matasari intervened, much to the patriarch’s appreciation and liking.”Bahurani, remember that your yoni too has been invaded and taken by your husband. The purity has been lost and, therefore, must be purified before you can enter the altar of marriage again. Your yoni too must be bathed so that the reproductive organs of both the man and the woman, who are on the threshold of union, are made pure,” Matasari said assertively.The patriarch was extremely happy at what Matasari said to convince Sonam about the bath. He was really eager to bathe her would-be wife. He took a liking to Matasari instantly and turned towards her.”Matasari, you have said it correctly. I think you should become the purohit (priest) at our wedding so that you can tell us what we should follow and what we should not,” Balwant said firmly. It was obvious that his decision was final. “Yes, Master,” Matasari said.So Matasari became the priestess for the wedding by choice of the master of the house. No one could have given her greater authority to hold the post than the head of the family and, in this case, the groom as well.”Malik (Master), since you wish that I become the priestess for this most sombre ritual, I will not decline but accept it as a responsibility that I will cherish. But, Malik, there are certain rituals and customs in this type of marriage which I know because I have been taught about it in my village by the village priest in confidence. Are you two willing to listen to an inferior maid?”Both groom and bride agreed almost instantly and together nodded their heads and said, “yes, yes …we want you to. You will not be thought of as a maid but as a priestess with due respect during the entire event. We will listen to you and follow whatever you say.””Very well. The first thing is that while I remain the priestess, I shall call both of you by name only … not as malik or bahurani. Do you agree?” Matasari asked.”Yes, surely,” said the patriarch and Sonam too nodded her head.”And everything that I say and want you to follow must be obeyed without question,” Matasari stated again.”No doubt about it. We shall do so. You only have to express,” once again the patriarch said.”You shall respect me just as you would any priest in a religious ceremony,” she said again.”Yes Mata,” the couple said together, almost promoting her to a position of respect through a change in name.”You shall be addressed as Mata till completion of the ceremony and ritual,” Balwant continued.”To thik hain, aab shaadi ke liye tayari kiya jai (Then everything seems to be okay. We can now proceed with the marriage),” the priestess said.”Sonam, it is necessary for you to be fully naked, without anything on your body, not even ornaments, before the bath. Which means you’ll have to part with your bra and panties too. However, before you can lie on the bed for the actual gandharva marriage, you will wear the ornaments selected by your husband. Balwant, you too will have to shed off all your clothes and be fully naked,” Matadevi said gravely.The process of making Sonam fully naked was initiated by Matasari herself, who had already put her hands on the bra hooks behind the young bahu. Then she placed her hands on the young girl’s shoulders and slowly pushed off the straps. Even then the bra clung on to Sonam’s shapely breasts till the priestess deftly pulled it off and threw it on the bed. The priestess admired the exposed, proud and luscious breasts of the young, desirable Sonam, softly pressing the nips that sat on them a few times.”So lovely, and full of milk too. This milk is essential for some part of the rituals later,” Matadevi said. She had by now placed her hands on the two sides of Sonam’s hips and the panties that she was wearing, slowly pushing in her thumb and began lowering it. Sonam shyly wanted to hold it back, holding on to it with her hands, but Matadevi would have nothing of it. “No, No, Sonam,” she chided Sonam, “don’t you dare stop this. You have to listen to the priestess or your marriage will not be pure and not last long.”Sonam quickly put a hand on Matadevi’s lips and shaking her head said,” No, No, Mata, don’t say like this. I will listen to every word that you say.”After that there was no problem and Matadevi lowered the panties down over Sonam’s milky, white thighs and out from under her feet. She stood now just as god had made her – naked, without a stitch of clothing or ornament. Matadevi had taken a delight in taking these off the lustful bride. But then she quickly said something again that made Sonam shake her head.”No Sonam, this will not do. You are fully covered with hair over the yoni region. That must be shaved fully so that there’s no strand remaining. You go to the bathroom and shave it off and all traces of hair on your body excepting the hair on your head and hair that makes your eyebrows. Can you do it or shall I do it?” Matadevi said.Sonam turned red once again, almost pleading for help from Babuji with her eyes. But the man just had an excited grin at the corner of his mouth. Probably, he was already imagining how sweet her bahu’s bald pussy would look, and more so when it was leaking her juices. Sonam kept quiet and Matadevi quickly knew that the girl would not be doing this unless coerced and helped. She held Sonam’s right hand and said, “Come Sonam, don’t keep the groom waiting.”Matadevi held the young bride’s hand and led her to the adjoining bedroom that was Sonam’s. Once inside, she locked the door leaving the already aroused bridegroom alone and wondering. Inside Sonam’s bedroom, Matadevi asked, “I know you shave your hands and legs Sonam, because I see your very clean and gleaming skin that appears so polished, so milky white. I know you shave because I have seen your razors and the gel inside the wall cupboard in the toilet. Do you have a fresh one?”Sonam nodded her head without a word. Matadevi quickly brought what was required and spreading a big towel on the bed told the young, shy, coy girl to lie down on the bed. She was already naked excepting for the mangalsutra that Rajesh had given her.As soon as Sonam lay on the bed, Matadevi held the Gillette Venus Razor and, with a dexterity that only an expert beauty parlour attendant would possess, completed with ease a very difficult task. When Matadevi had finished, Sonam presented a completely bald pussy.”There Sonam, you are ready for the pre-marriage shower,” she said, running a hand over the area to feel the ‘baldness’. Small shivers ran down Sonam’s body – no woman had ever had a hand on the area before!”Go and clean it with plain tap water in your toilet now. The ritual cleansing with Balwant will begin very shortly. I am going to Balwant’s room and you come quickly,” Matadevi said and went away.Sonam cleansed herself of whatever public hair and gel that still impurified the area and then, slowly, and with the excitement that overcomes a young girl about to get married, walked into the adjoining room that belonged to her sasur. She was stark naked, excepting for the mangalsutra that dangled around her neck. She was a pretty and desirable girl but her present shyness made her look like a real goddess.Balwant stared at the young woman. He must have felt happy that calling her bahu after the marriage would be more worthwhile. She came and stood shyly behind Matadevi, trying to cover her nakedness and her currently acquired baldness around her pussy from Balwant.”We are delayed, we have no time to lose. The rituals must begin now. Balwant, it’s time for you to become naked too,” Matadevi said. Balwant didn’t take much time to shed off his dhoti, langot and vest. Sonam couldn’t help but glance at the man. His ‘lund’ had already started showing off its prowess, jumping up and down.She stretched a hand and held Sonam’s right hand and then, walking up to Balwant, she held Balwant’s left hand.”You two make such a nice pair and the age difference between you two make it even better. But, let us go to the toilet and begin with the ritual,” Matadevi said.Inside the bathroom she asked, “Sonam and Balwant, before we begin, I want to ask one final time – do you both want to get married?”Almost together both Balwant and Sonam said, “Yes, we want to.”But Sonam expressed her feelings more and continued saying, “I have already accepted Babuji as my husband. I cannot express the feelings that I have for him deep inside me.” She raised her eyes and looked at the man before looking back at Matadevi.”Very well. Balwant you shall sit on the Toilet seat, Sonam shall sit on your lap facing you. Her arms shall be on your shoulders and your hands will hold your wife’s lovely, milk filled breasts. When you two are fully ready, you’ll press her breasts and both of you will kiss as passionately as an eager couple would do. You’ll declare your love for one another and that you long to marry one another. After that, the bath ritual will begin with Sonam bathing Balwant’s lund and thereafter, Balwant bathing Sonam’s yoni. Then and then only, you two will be purified enough for the marriage that will follow,” Matadevi said in one breath. She truly directed the ceremony like a well experienced priestess.Balwant was already excited as was clear from his large, thick, hard, black organ that crazily jumped up and down. He held Sonam’s hands and together took the position that Matadevi had spoken of. Balwant rested his back on the seat as his sexy bahu came and sat on his lap with both her legs resting on each side of the man. Sonam raised her hands and kept them on Balwant’s shoulders. The man, on the other hand, raised his hands to pinch her nipples first before grabbing both the breasts in each of his large hands. Their lips had already come forward to meet, such was their arousal and passion. Their eyes closed in sublime happiness and in anticipation of what was to follow.”Sonam, begin bathing Balwant’s lund,” Matadevi said in solemn seriousness. Sonam felt a bit shy and uneasy but Matadevi had come nearer and placed a hand on her back as she said, “Come, girl … do not feel shy but begin what you must. And it’s getting late.”It was then that Sonam began what was expected of her. Her bladder was too full already, she had not visited the toilet only for this purpose for a long time and so much had been stored inside. She was desperate for release and the time was now opportune. “Bathe me Bahu … I want you to,” cried Balwant in a hoarse, suppressed voice that reeked of a deep need.”Yes Babuji,” said Sonam, wanting to bathe the very lovely ‘lund’ that would soon be her forever. The lund was furiously knocking near her crotch, as if begging for her to begin. She held the organ so that it was steady and straight for what was to follow.Slowly at first, Sonam began to release what she had held back within the inner walls of her bladder. But then the water flowed like a gushing fountain. It gushed out, it was warm, and it created its own, almost musical, sound as it oozed heavily on to the greedy, hungry, live, length of rock-hard meaty shaft.The sound of her squirting forcefully on to Balwant’s cock reverberated around the toilet, as if telling all to keep quiet so that the bahu completed an important ritual.Sonam could feel the excitement in Balwant’s lund that was being bathed, almost uncontrollable in thirst and she held it dearly with her hand to steady the naughty phallus. She continued to bathe it in all sincerity and love.Balwant was becoming more and more excited, as he went on devouring her in passionate kisses, almost sucking her lips out of her mouth. His rough, coarse hands were wildly and roughly mauling her breasts. In moments, milk trickled out on to his hands from her breasts. “Not now,” barked Matadevi at Balwant. It was obvious that the priestess wanted to keep Sonam’s milk ready for another purposeful ritual. Balwant stopped mauling her breasts, but quickly gripped her around the back as he kissed her hungrily. Sonam was in throes of desire … she loved the man, she was a passionate woman and, she was in heat.When Sonam was spent and her bathing of the lund was complete, there was a contentment in the erotic couple. She had purified the lund in a manner that was necessary before the marriage.Matadevi excitedly told them that the job was only halfdone and that purification of the ‘yoni’ would have to begin immediately. There could be no brake in this intense ritual.”You needn’t get up or change your position either of you. Balwant it’s your turn to bathe her but it’s Sonam who shall hold your ‘lund’ with both her hands and will direct your flow over her entire yoni.” Matadevi had spoken to give directions.”Bahu, I am ready. Will I bathe you now?” Balwant asked.”Yes Babuji.” Sonam said softly.Balwant once again held the young bahu in his arms and began kissing her very passionately, parting her lips with his tongue and pushing it into her wet mouth. Then, he started to release himself and Sonam too, as she held the organ, instantly directed the hot jet all over her crotch, wetting the vulva lips, the pussy, and even her small rosebud. She was truly being purified by her would be husband. She didn’t feel any remorse or disgust or regret. She could feel how much Babuji was liking this because the’lund’ wanted to tear out of her hands in extreme arousal.”Oh bahu! Oh bahu … my sweet, sexy bahu!” he went on saying as Sonam felt her own surging needs rising rapidly.”Yes Babuji! Cleanse me, for you who shall soon become my ‘patidev’ (husband)!” Sonam said in earnest.When the bath was completed, when both the yoni and lund were fully purified for the rituals that were to follow, Matasari said in a serious voice.”You two lovers shall now dry yourself with your towels. But remember, while you can wash your hands with soap and water, you are forbidden to wash that region with water. It can only be made dry, that’s all. And after you have finished drying yourself, Balwant will go and wait in your room. Sonam, you shall go to your room and wait till I come,” Matasari was being very authoritative.Sonam quietly, without another word, slowly walked away to her room. Matasari and Balwant left the toilet and went into the bedroom that belonged to the patriarch.”Balwant, please take out all the ornaments that you wish your bride to wear for her marriage with you. I’ll go and put them on your wife. … she is pretty, obedient and very, very sexy, let me tell you,” Matasari said, “and both of you would make the most wonderful and erotic couple I can imagine.”Balwant went over to the steel almirah at the corner of his bedroom and opening the door first and locker next, he searched for the ornaments he wanted the bride to wear. When he had finished making his choice, he spread them out on the table beside the almirah. Matasari looked at them, imaging how beautiful the bride would look when she wore these traditional items belonging to this rich family. But there would be no saree, no fabric, nothing whatsoever excepting these ornaments covering Sonam’s desirous body.*****Balwant went over to the steel almirah at the corner and opening the door first and locker next, he searched for the ornaments he wanted the bride to wear. When he had finished making his choice, these were what lay on the center table beside the almirah. Matasari looked at them curiously.An exquisite diamond studded naath (nose-ring)A gold maang tikka (head ornament) fit for any royal familyA pair of golden earringsTwelve pair of bangles.A silver payal (anklets) with the chain designed in the shape of small bells that would dingle when there was any movement of the wearer’s feet.A flat square box lay beside these ornaments, but Matasari didn’t know the contents and looked with curiosity at Balwant.Most of the items belonged to Sonam’s mother-in-law excepting whatever lay hidden inside the box. Matasari opened the box and a few glances made it clear to the priestess what it was. But, as the ornament was not new, she looked at Balwant, wanting to know more about its past.Balwant clarified that it was a few generations old, having been handed over to the eldest son of each generation who, in turn, would clamp it on his wife. But this was just an ornamental piece as he neither made his wife wear it when she was alive, nor had he heard of it being used a generation earlier. For, as far as he knew, neither did his father make his mother wear it. And, he himself, didn’t hand it over to Rajesh.Sonam looked at it with a lot of curiosity, unable to fathom what or where this ornament was to be worn by a woman. She wanted to know about it too.”Balwant, it’s wise that you have kept this special ornament for Sonam. It is necessary for her to wear it. Her beauty is such that her intimate womanhood should be secured! I have decided that I’ll lock this on the sweet bahu and then give the key to you, at least as a token gesture for protection.” Matasari said and then went on to say, “I am taking these to Sonam’s room to get her ready. Excepting the ‘mangalsutra’, which only you can put around your wife’s neck.””Very true Mataji. It would be a token piece of ornament, as a part of tonight’s bridal ornaments. She needn’t wear it after the wedding,” Balwant said.Sonam kept on looking at the ornament but no one seemed to remove his ignorance.”What is it?” She asked when she had lost patience.”You’ll know when you wear it,” Matasari laughed.She took all the items excepting the mangalsutra and went away to the adjoining room. Just at the door she stopped and turned.”Balwant, I have to tell you that in this gandharva marriage, even the priest or priestess has to be just as naked at the time of marriage. So, you should not feel awkward when I come through this door with the bride.”She left the room, but her words were exciting for Balwant.It took about fifteen minutes for the young bride to be ready. She was naked excepting for the ornaments that she was now wearing. All but the chastity belt which turned out to be a beautiful ornament. It was very smooth underneath and touched the yoni (vagina) lips so that there was less than a few millimetres between the gold ornament and the naked skin and lips of Sonam’s yoni. The top of this piece was attached to the waistband, also made of gold, with a little lock connecting the waist band to the one that covered the yoni.”You know what this is called Sonam?” asked Matasari.”No, Mataji,” said Sonam apologetically.”Hmmm. Well, this is called a ‘yoni-sutra’ and is just as important as the mangal sutra that a bride will wear on the wedding night. Come, let me take off the mangal sutra that Rajesh had given you.” She uttered a few mantras silently and then took off the ornament that had bound Sonam to Rajesh. So, while Sonam wore many wedding ornaments, she didn’t have a mangalsutra around her neck now.”You are now free to wed whom you love so much, the real ‘mard’ in your life, your beloved babuji,” Matasari said. Then, she stood away and looked at Sonam in the eyes.”Sonam dear, I told something to Balwant outside, which I’ll now tell you. But you must not feel bad about it. Can you promise that?” Matasari said.”You can tell me without hesitation,” Sonam assured her.”Your Mataji too has to become naked now to complete the entire process of your marriage,” the priestess said, “so don’t be shocked or feel uneasy. It is a part of the ritual.”She quickly started taking off her dress, one after the other. Sonam stared in disbelief as Matasari stood stark naked in front of her. Sonam’s eyes ran over her body once before she looked away. But in that short look-over, she got a glimpse of thick bush of public hair. Her armpits too, unlike Sonam’s, was dense. Her breasts were certainly a 36D if she was not mistaken, and Mataji’s butt possibly 38. But there could be no doubt that there was absolutely no fat on her body whatsoever for she had a flat waist. She had a stunning, curvaceous, desirable body mainly because she was a working girl.Matasari held Sonam’s soft hands and smiled. There was already a growing bond between her and Sonam, and both knew that they would become more than close to one another after the wedding. They walked up to the door, and pushing it aside, walked into Balwant’s bedroom where he stood beside the bed, like a groom. Only, this groom was stark naked, just as naked as the two women who entered holding each other’s hand.The naked Balwant gaped. True he had heard Matasari telling him that the priestess would also have to be naked and so would the marrying couple, but Balwant was not fully prepared for what he saw just then.Sonam and Matasari had both entered the room and both were bereft of any clothes. Excepting for Sonam, who wore the wedding ornaments.Mentally, Balwant’s mind worked fast to find the differences between the two who stood before him.He stared at the golden ‘choot-sutra’ that covered Sonam’s vagina, but she knew that it was bald. It didn’t escape his eyes, however, that Matasari had a thick, bushy one. So was the difference in their armpits, with Matasari retaining hers while Sonam’s was clean.Balwant’s eyes continued with the comparisons.Sonam had a very fair complexion while Matasari’s was dark and dusky. There was an element of looseness in Sonam’s body, possibly due to the c***dbirth a few months back. But Matasari had a tight and taut body with exaggerated curves that stood out. Her breasts were certainly bigger than Sonam’s, but they were tight, taut and pointed. The fairer woman’s areola was light brown where as Matasari’s was dark. The size in their nipples varied. Both, however, had very long hair but the texture was different. Matasari’s was coarse and curly while Sonam’s was smooth and silky.Balwant’s eyes traversed back to Sonam as he looked at her intently. She looked stunning as she stood coyly, wearing just the ornaments that he had handed over to Matasari on her naked body. All, yes all, including the ‘chut-sutra’. But she was without that one ornament that would make her his wife. Balwant had kept the ‘mangalsutra’ aside and had decided that, at the right moment, he would put it around Sonam’s neck. But not now.At this point, Matasari went to the corner of the room and, from a packet on a table, she took out two, thick, flower garlands.”Gandharva Vivah does not require any utterances of rigid ‘mantras’ like in prayers. Its sanctity is in its consummation,” said Matasari solemnly, “but there will be some expressions of intention and some performances that will lead to that heavenly union.”Matasari gave them the garlands and told them to put them around each other’s neck. Both Balwant and Sonam, out of enormous joy and happiness, placed their garlands around the other.Once this was done, at Matasari’s guidance, they uttered these lovely words to accept one another. It was surprisingly refreshing to hear, and they wondered how and where Matasari had learnt such vows. Their hearts were filled when they uttered these words.Balwant: “O!, lovely lady, I seek you and only you, to love, to experience all the seasons and pleasures of life. O! my lovely lady, I take this step with you to experience every season of life. I shall plant my seeds in your womb so that you deliver the c***dren that I desire. To raise a family of our own. Be my wife for ever.”Sonam: “Feeling one with you, with your consent, I will be the means of your enjoyment of all the senses. Through life’s seasons, I will cherish you in my heart. I will worship you and seek to complete you. And I shall bear your c***dren through your fertile seeds. Take me as your wife for ever.”Uttering these words, they felt drawn to each other more than ever. Yet, Matasari still had some rituals in mind that she wanted to be completed.”Balwant, abhi thori si sindoor Sonam ki maang me bhar do. Thori si tikka uthao aar wahan pe lagao, (Balwant, now take a little vermillion and spread it on the partition of her hair. Just lift her tikka and apply on the spot where it was placed.)” Matasari’s voice was now mellowed and soft.Balwant did as was told but he applied quite a bit and Sonam looked every inch as a new and young bride.”Now for the final part, before I declare you husband and wife,” Matasari said softly. There was a lot of passion in Matasari’s voice when she spoke again with a shaking voice.”I know both of you are passionately in love with each other and you are very eager to be wedded. But these rituals must be completed, and in my presence. This is essential.” She said authoritatively.”Milk, as you know, is used as an offering in many of our prayers. Sonam, don’t feel shy, but there is a small ritual that requires use of woman’s milk. You will have to bend and squeeze your breasts to apply your milk on Balwant’s lund. The significance is that you crave and long for his lund to give you babies, so that you can generate more milk for them,” Matasari said.Beyond the knowledge of Balwant and Sonam, much of these rituals declared by Matasari were framed by herself. She longed to witness these acts between them in her perverted mind, for these were giving her some unique pleasure. She was bereft of sex for long, for months in fact, as her husband was back in their village and she hadn’t been able to take leave from this family for a visit. A perverted and kinky mind could frame as many of such eye-popping rituals that would satiate her senses. Sonam’s face was flushed. But Balwant goaded her and she knew she had to comply, and that too in the presence of Matasari. Holding Balwant’s swaying organ, she bent her body and placing her nipples over the black cock, pressed them to pour milk on it by squeezing both the breasts together. Then, with her soft and delicate hands, she rubbed the lund, applying the milk all over the lengthy shaft. When that was done, she looked at Matasari in askance.”The final ritual now …there is this ritual of the man’s lips on the woman’s yoni, of brushing his lips greedily and showing his craving for the yoni. He must show his desire, his want for his bride. Sonam would do the same with his lingam, her lips must be very wet with the man’s oozing juices. She too must show how hungry she is, how much she lusts for the lund.” Matasari described what was to be followed.The couple looked at each other before Matasari went on with her description of the ritual.”Then, when your lips are moist and glossy, you two will kiss and kiss passionately. The sticky kiss between you two make you pati(husband) and patni(wife) wedded in true marriage, but that has then to be consummated on this bed. And I, as your priestess, shall have to witness that before I can declare you two as wedded.” Matasari completed whatever she had to say in one breath.Every act that Matasari wished to savour she could get so easily by asking them of the couple in her role as a priestess. In their eagerness to be united in secret wedlock, they were complying every ritual and direction to the hilt.”And remember Balwant, you must put a mangalsutra around her neck before you are allowed to get up on bed for the consummation,” Matasari said seriously.Both Balwant and Sonam knew what they had to do. They were now keen for the final act of their union, wanted to be tied together in the sacred bond of marriage.It was first Balwant who initiated the last ritual. He got down on his knees before Sonam and, unlocked the choot-sutra (chastity belt) with the key that he had. He stretched his hands and handed the ornament to Matasari to put it away.Without further delay, Balwant parted Sonam’s thighs so that her yoni was clearly visible to his eyes and he gaped at it. She was already in heat and the wetness was clearly visible. Balwant inhaled the sweet aroma of her juices before he placed his tongue hungrily on the vulva, parting the lips of the pussy with his thick fingers. He was now engrossed in a ferocious licking, the likes of which Sonam had never seen nor felt before. His lips, his mouth and even most of his cheeks were wet with the juices that escaped from Sonam’s sweet pussy. He stood up.It was now Sonam’s turn to moisten her lips. Looking at Balwant, she slowly knelt before the man. She held the lund and smelt it deeply for a few moments, moaning for a while. Her tongue was out as she played with the tip of the cock, parting the foreskin to draw out the rawness inside. The sheer sensuality of the tongue swirling and teasing the lund made Balwant shake in pleasure and, even in Sonam’s grip, it throbbed insanely.Sonam brought it out of her mouth and, holding it within her palm, ran her hand up and down rapidly, making it ooze unrestrained. In moments, the entire length was wet with its own sticky juices. The young girl rubbed her lips on the juice, sometimes holding it against her cheeks as if it was something very dear to her. She placed the tip on her lips again and again, applying the man’s precum till her rosy lips were drenched in the sticky juice of the manly lund. She could smell a bit of her own pee on the cock which had been bathed in it, but that only gave it more desirable. Then, in the end, she got up slowly and stood before her husband to be.Balwant put his arms around her butt and almost lifted the sexy bride easily with sheer strength. He drew her into him while Sonam put her arms around his neck. Then they kissed lovingly and passionately, their lips not willing to separate.”I love you Bahu, you are my wife … mine, only mine,” Balwant said.”I love you also, my dearest, my husband. I am yours and only yours,” Sonam said in all sincerity. At this stage Balwant stretched a hand and, from underneath the pillows on the bed, took out an ornamental box. He had kept this hidden when Matasari and Sonam were in the other bedroom.Opening the box, the man took out an exquisite mangalsutra, too beautiful to describe, eager to put it around the bride’s neck.Balwant looked at his bride once again, so güvenilir bahis siteleri shy in her demeanour, and yet doing each step of their wedding with grace and love. The sheer act of putting on the mangalsutra would mean a culmination of their wedding. Yet this was ‘gandhara vivah’ that mandated copulation of man and woman in front of a witness. A union of body, mind and soul that would bring the essence of wedlock, the urge to procreate and bring to life a new being. One they would love and cherish as their own.”This mangalsutra belongs to the family and you, my wife, deserve this around your delicate, slender, beautiful neck. And let the pendant, a symbol of my love for you, lie on those shapely, warm, cosy breasts of my lovely wife,” Balwant’s voice had a mix of everything – love, care, sincerity, expectation and the desire for copulation.Still holding his bahu in his arms with their naked bodies touching each other. The mangalsutra was now hanging deep into Sonam’s chest and down onto her cleavage and brushing her ample breasts. The pair jumped and swayed with every step that she took. Balwant’s dark lund that was hard in anticipation, often brushing her thighs or her bald womanhood leaving a streak of his pre-cum wherever it touched.Matasari, as their wedding priestess, stood by their sides, naked as a buck. Her pendulous breasts, with dark nipples gracing them, were heaving as she breathed. She was an object of desire in her own right. Matasari had been witnessing, helping and even facilitating much of their rituals so far. Many of these rituals between Balwant and Sonam had aroused her equally. Clearly this was evident in the manner of her hastened breath and the deep flush on her cheeks. Her nipples, somewhat hard now, rose and fell with her breath. Her thighs and legs brushed against each other, a clear manifestation of her deep lustful desires.Sonam, in the meantime, was filled with a great sense of belonging to this family when Balwant had placed the ornament around her neck. She looked at what lay on her bosom, nestled proudly just above her cleavage. Beautiful in its design and carrying touches of aristocracy, to her it was priceless. As a traditional ornament it must have passed down a few generations, Sonam’s joy knew no boundaries and she felt proud that the patriarch had personally placed it around her neck. While it should have logically come to her through her marriage with Rajesh yet, for some reason, the patriarch hadn’t parted with it at the time of her marriage to Balwant’s son and heir, two years back. Possibly, this towering man must have had memories of his beloved wife of thirty years that prevented him from parting with it. And yet, at this moment, Babuji hadn’t hesitated to give it to her when he himself wedded this young bride even if it was not a social one but the very secretive style of marriage through sexual union. To her, it was obvious that Babuji had truly accepted her as his own bride, as his own loving and dear wife instead of what she was when she came into the family as the wife of his son Rajesh. And the final moment of wedlock and union for life had arrived.Sonam’s face was still smeared with the juices of her elderly husband, her face revealing a young girl in utmost ecstasy and joy at being wedded to a man whom she now loved so deeply, much more than anyone else in her life. She dared and looked at the naked man who stood beside her, her eyes stealing glances at the throbbing black ‘lund’ that jumped up and down. A little below the shaft she saw and admired the big, spherical sacks that was filled with rich, fertile seeds. These seeds she knew, would fill her womb shortly and she was eager. Sonam was impatient. She wanted to be impregnated that night itself.Overwhelmed in both love and desire she longed to have her womb filled with these seeds and let nature take its own course so that she could bear a baby, Babuji’s baby, one born out of their intense love for each another. And nature herself had selected this day and night when, she knew, she would be the most fertile, when the egg in her womb would seek and be showered by the rich sperms of this very virile man and now her real husband.”Kya aap dono tayaar hain? (Are you two prepared)?” It was Matasari who broke their reverie. The couple was more than eager to proceed with completion of the marriage that they had been waiting so eagerly. The couple looked into each other’s eyes and then back at Matasari as they nodded their head.”Aab samay ho gaya hai.. Aap dono ke milap ka (The time is now ripe for the consummation of your marriage),” she urged the couple as they waited eagerly for the priestess to give her consent. “Balwant, ab aap Sonam ko le sakte ho.. Usey apna bana sakte ho (Balwant, you can now take Sonam and make her your own),” Matasari uttered the words with a meaning not lost to anyone. Even her own voice was deep and lustful.Balwant turned and looked at Matasari with all reverence to the priestess who was observing each of their act, before he turned to Sonam. Sonam stood there like a fascinating goddess with her breasts heaving in anticipation, taking deep breaths. Her face was serious, possibly feeling the occasion to be as such. But, even then, she had an inner lust that was overwhelming her as the final moments of union were drawing near. Her face was flushed and nipples hard. Her hands hung loosely on her side. A wave of love for Babuji wafted through her face. Oh gosh! How much she loved this man now.Balwant bent a little and took his woman in his arms. She was light. He picked her up in both his arms and gently placed her on the centre of the bed. A lock of her hair fell on her face making her look even more beautiful. He kissed her on her nose, and with a flick of his fingers, pushed the hair away.”Bahu.. tum tayar hain (Bahu, are you ready)?” He asked in whispering voice.She blushed and did not say anything. Her eyes staring at him intensely. The import of the what they were now embarking upon was not lost on either.Balwant put his lips on her again, this time kissing more passionately and ardently. The touching lips causing a deeper yearning in them as they kissed even more deeply. He licked her lips, moistening them before pushing in his tongue and allowing Sonam to suck on it. He paused just for a moment before he nibbled on her earlobe for a while. “Aab (Now)?…”. He was reading her mind, questioning her to know if she was ready.Sonam shyly nodded her head, her lips parted.Assured that Sonam was now receptive Balwant began exploring with his fingers. He loved foreplay, knew its importance in a woman’s sexual satisfaction. And it helped him to prolong his own ejaculation. He ran a finger over her lips before he had run it down over neck and then on to the sides of her breasts. They heaved with her breathing and Balwant looked at Sonam with her mouth open. He allowed the finger to rest on a waiting nipple which became taut instantly. He circled both the nubs and bringing along other fingers to clench both and then pinched them softly.The effect was instantaneous. Aroused, Sonam moaned as she swayed her head on the pillow and moving her pelvis in a show of desire.Balwant moved even closer, his strong manly body now touching Sonam’s soft, silky flesh. His fingers were easily finding more pleasure spots, his lips and tongue were licking and sucking furiously. She squirmed in bed, her hands on Balwant’s chest. His cock was throbbing between his thighs, about to strike and take what it sought. His breath came deep and fast as he looked at the beautiful, sexy and desirable woman who would be his now. He wanted to touch her more, draw her into his arms and begin the process of consummation and make her his own. Make her his wife. The time had arrived for them. Matasari was watching them, waiting.Balwant was eager and parted the shivering legs of his bahu and made space. The glistening yoni shone in the dim light of the room. He knelt between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs that were soft and milky. He stooped and kiss the inner thighs.Matasari, the priestess, took a step forward, coming closer to the bed to get a closer look. She could see the passion in their eyes and even hear their deep breathing and soft moans. Balwant, on the other hand, was pacing his time and absorbing this unique experience of love and sexual union. And he was seasoned lover to know that going slow would, in the end, help him to prolong the actual act. He would get total satisfaction only if the woman got hers! That was the essence of love and sex.Matasari, however, was getting impatient as she wanted to witness their copulation. In her own arousal, her hand had often found its way between her crotch and, during moments, her fingers ran along her own wet pussy.”Aab samay ho gaya hai aap dono ke milap ka. Aab der kis ki? (The time has come for your union. Why are you delaying)?” she urged, not hiding her own impatience.Sonam turned her face and looked at Balwant. Her face was flushed, and her eyes revealed deep arousal. She said nothing, but her eyes implored him on. Balwant’s eyes locked into hers, saw the intense longing. Longing to be taken. Longing to belong. Longing to be bred with his sperms and bear his c***d in her womb.Balwant took his cock in his hand. The head was covered with oozing pre-cum, a few drops dripping on to the bed. He smeared the wetness across his shaft. With the palm of his hand and his fingers, he moved the sheath up and down to cover his full phallus in wetness. The sensation sent a current of arousal through him, as it did to the size of his lund. It grew in proportions and it was rock hard.Sonam watched him play and get ready. She opened her lips. Involuntarily, she run her tongue over her lips to wet them, as if inviting him to her. Balwant placed his now wet finger on her moistened slit, rubbing it hard to increase the arousal in Sonam. He heard her moan softly.Without any further waiting, he pushed his finger between her swollen lips, running it along the inner walls of her womanhood. Softly and roughly a few moments before the finger sought her clitoris. He felt his finger hit the ‘bud’. Instantly, he heard a deep moan from the beautiful bride, “Ahhhh, Babuji!”Sonam squirmed and her pelvis pushed upwards, wanting a deeper penetration of the intruding finger. Balwant knew that she was becoming restless and was searching for the ultimate organ. But Balwant had other ideas, for he wanted greater arousal in his woman. He continued with his foreplay, rubbing and teasing the woman’s vagina, wanting her to be aroused more, to be insane in need and hunger for his organ. And certainly, he wanted Sonam to take hold of his lund and bring it on to her yoni when she found it impossible to wait. His hands probed more, digging and pushing and circling fast around her clit. Balwant could make out that it was, at that stage, an exquisitely hot and wet cunt. For her, it seemed the heat was unbearable. Her breathing was coming in rapid pace and she squirmed wildly on the bed, throwing her head about.”Babujiiii,” she pleaded in the end, unable to hold herself anymore. Her voice was shaking in desire.”Haan Haan, bahu. Bolo (Yes, Yes, Bahu, tell me),” His own voice was no different. The bastion of resistance to which he was holding on was about to give way. Yet he wanted the ultimate wish to come from the girl. “Please … Oh please … Babujiii.” Her voice came in ragged intervals.”Bolo bahu bolo (Tell me Bahu, tell me),” he urged. His fingers still played merrily inside her wanting to evoke her answer. He kept themselves separated without touch except for his thick finger inserted inside her sensitive yoni. Just one finger but that created havoc in Sonam’s aroused mind. He could see that she was now pinching her own nipples, gaping open mouthed at Balwant..”Aap mujhe apna bana lo,(Make me your own),” that was a long sentence for her to utter in that state of mind.Balwant had a hand on his lund, jerking it back and forth, as his other hand continued teasing Sonam’s clit without stop. He could feel more juices oozing out and make the surface even smoother and ripe for penetration of his very big organ when the time came.”Kaise bahu, (How bahu)?” his voice was hoarse but barely audible. He himself unsure how long he could hold on and stay away from actual intercourse.”Le lo babuji.. Mujhe le lo..aab der nahin(Take me Babuji, Take me … don’t wait now),” She uttered those words in the throes of her passion. Nothing now seemed to matter to her excepting their union. She wanted him. And wanted him now. That very instant.”Mere lund se bahu.. Tujhe apne patni banane ke liye? (With my penis … to make you my wife)?” Balwant was drawing out answers.”Jee.. babuji (Yes, Babuji)” she stuttered.. “Apne lun…lun.. Lund see..mai apki patni (with your penis .. as your wife)” she could not finish the sentence as her shyness trailed into silence.The arousal in her was intense. She was thrashing her body in anticipation of the union, a desire that came repeatedly into her from the previous night when all they had indulged in was oral fulfilment.Balwant leaned forward and bent and yet keeping his hands on the side of his bahu, careful not to touch her. He held his strong well-built body over her, with his knees squarely between her parted thighs and legs. His cock throbbed temptingly in front of Sonam, who gaped at it admiringly – for it would soon be inside her and fill her womb. In the end, she was unable to resist any further as she looked at Balwant’s eyes, staring at her with lust. Her own hands now stretched in front of her, as she brushed the shaft softly with her fingers. She noticed how it jumped a few notches. So vibrant, so lovely. ‘My mard (virile person)’ she thought.Sonam moaned a few times before she cried out, “Babuji..iss se (Babuji …with this ..)” She couldn’t continue her words but gripped the hard shaft at its girth with both her hands. She tugged at it.Balwant had been waiting for this signal, that of ‘want’.He let the tip of the lund rest over her slit, slowly moving it back and forth just like he was doing with his finger. But he let Sonam guide his organ into her. Her ‘tempest’ was now out in the open and glaringly evident. She cried again and again, as she tried to get him inside her, but with little success… “Babuji… please,” she pleaded helplessly.Balwant felt happy that it was Sonam herself who succumbed first and drew his cock towards her waiting wet womanhood. rather than himself. His own resolve was about to crumble, for he was now almost giving in, and he was about take hold of his own hardness and plunge it in without any further delay. “So you are now ready Bahu? Ready to take this in?” He asked.”Yes, oh yes,” she cried, “I can’t wait, I want it now, this instant, Babuji.” She was almost begging now.”Mere Bache ke ma banogi (Want to become a mother to my c***d)?” Balwant asked without any hesitation, wanting Sonam to be more explicit.’Jee.. Jee.. babuji.. Mujhe aaj hee bana do..(Yes, yes … breed me today itself). “Her voice was full of lust and love “apne bache ke ma (a mother to your c***d).”Balwant could feel love fill through him for this wonderful woman. She was now ready not only to become his wife but also mother to his c***d.He leaned forward and rested his lips one more time on the softer pair of Sonam, in total binding of love and affection.One final time he murmured lovingly,”Aab legi mera lund.. Bahu (Will you take my cock, Bahu)?” “Yes, Babuji, ” Sonam said ashamedly but it was full of love.He would wait no more. A husband couldn’t deny or hold back for so long what his wife was desperately begging for with so much love. This would be the point of consummation. The ultimate moment of union.Sonam was already holding his manly hardness in hers and now Balwant placed his rough hands over hers. Together, they helped it on the way, pulled eagerly by Sonam and pushed lovingly by Balwant. The opening was tight, yet it was pliable and gave way. Their wetness helped. He heard a soft moan from Sonam as he felt her yoni adjust to the alien lund, one that she was craving for since the previous night. It was making slow inroads into her ‘choot’ as the vagina is vulgarly called in moments of extreme arousal.Just then Matasari quickly got up on the bed, an act that surprised both Balwant and Sonam. But soon it was clear to them. She had folded her legs, her legs stretched behind her and her naked lap lay in front of her just like an inviting pillow.”Sonam beti, ab tu apni sir meri goad mein rakhho. Mai chahti hoon ki jab tujhe Balwant apna banaya to mai teri bilkul kareeb rahoon … sambhog ki waqt tumhari bilkul pas rahini chahiye mujhe. Tum dono ke beech jo batein hogi woh mai soon payuun, har awaz bhi mai uplabdh kar sakoon, (Look girl, you keep your head on my lap. I want that when Balwant takes you, both of you are very near to me. I must be near when sexual intercourse takes place between the two of you and hear the words that you two speak, or even the sounds that you make),” Matasari said.”Bahu, meri pyari Bahu, (My loving wife),” Sonam could hear her loving husband, as if he wanted to tear into her and have her fully, hitting the walls of her vagina with tremendous force that was painful yet so very pleasurable.Sonam could only respond with continued utterance of his name, “Babujiiiii. Babujiiiii.”She had wrapped her legs and arms around the man’s body, unwilling to let him go and wanting him to be tied into her in eternity. In these moments of oneness with this man and husband, his words uttered a few moments back rung in her ears, “Tu banegi mere bache ki Ma? To le bahu, chod mere saath. (You want to become a mother to my c***d, Bahu? Then come on, fuck together with me).” Oh my god! Such forceful words which she never imagined she would hear from her ‘sasur’. And yet, she was now hearing from the man, her own ‘sasur’ who had become her husband. And, surprisingly, she wanted to hear it, hear more vulgar, erotic words from him now.She couldn’t control herself, letting loose her inhibitions fully, as she writhed and arched and pushed herself into the man and uttered herself, “Haan Babuji, chodo mujhe … bhar do mujhe.(Yes, Babuji .. fuck me … fill me with your seeds.” She had lost all modesty and was now a liberated woman whose urges and desires were on uninhibited display.More thrusts followed – powerful, savage, quick paced, one after the other. Balwant, having at last been able to fuck his bahu whom he had set his mind upon right from the day of her selection, went completely berserk. He went on the rampage, repeatedly plunging and banging his enormous lund into Sonam’s yoni. Frankly, it could hardly meet the onslaught. Sonam cried out … in pain or pleasure Balwant hardly knew. But he stopped in his tracks.”Did I hurt you, Bahu?” He said with concern.”I want this pain for it has paved the way to a pleasure I have never felt before. Babujiii don’t stop,” Sonam cried.They moaned softly, they moaned hard, their physical exertions didn’t exhaust them in the least. Yet, there were traces of sweat as they went on.Balwant squeezed his bahu, his lovely wife now, holding her rump as he banged her in frenzy. Then, in the final moment of arousal, when he was almost about to burst in his lovely wife’s cunt, he cried out.”Ahhhhhh bahu, take it.”Balwant filled Sonam’s yoni with his thick, warm and sticky juices. Spurt after spurt poured into her ‘choot’ and Sonam wondered how much of this fertile semen could this man, her beloved husband now, hold in the sacks below his ‘lund’. She seemed to be in a heaven of pleasure, delirious and insane in the wild thrusts of Babuji. Oh God! How little could Rajesh provide and how impossibly more her husband’s father could build and force into her young, demanding, hungry body!As she was filled with the sperms, Babuji cried out in a deeply loving voice, “Meri ardhangni (My wife).”And Sonam was quick to respond, “Mere patidev (My husband).”When he had released himself fully, when every drop of his endless fertile juices had filled Sonam and even dripped down her thighs, they were panting for breath in each other’s arms. They went on kissing each other most passionately, her lips taken in a firm grip in between the man’s thick lips who was sucking on the soft, rosy, shapely pair of bahu in his arms. She, on the other hand, now held the man’s cheeks in both her hands as she kissed him back.Yet, the night didn’t end there. To Balwant, with the enormous stamina of a stallion, once was not enough. To Sonam too, with that thoroughly inadequate satisfaction from Rajesh, her eager vagina was receptive to more. And she didn’t hide this craving.”Babuji … I don’t want the night to end. Sari raat aap mujhe chodna jaise ki mai jaroor aaj raat hi Ma ban sakoon. Kya aap meri arman puri nahin karenge? (I don’t want the night to end. Fuck me for the whole night so that I can become a mother surely. Will you not fulfil my deepest wish tonight … to be the mother to your baby?” Sonam was uncontrollably sensual now. She could feel a growing love for the man and she was willing to do anything for him, even if it meant everyone knowing that she had wedded Babuji and was bearing his c***d.”Yes Bahu, I too have the same desire to have you impregnated tonight itself, the very night that we two have married. I want Matasari to be a witness to not only our marriage but also your pregnancy through my seeds.” Balwant said emotionally. Balwant held Sonam’s hands and looked into her eyes and there was desire in the loving couple. He was still not spent and he wanted that his new bride should see his prowess and be satisfied fully when the night ended.”Bahu, aaj raat tujhe main bar bar chodunga ..mera lund aaj tere chut ke liye pagal hai … dekh phir se isme takat aa gaya (Bahu, I shall fuck you repeatedly tonight … my cock is crazy for you cunt … just see there is already a growing hardness in it).” Sonam looked amazed at the rising hardness of the man’s lund. Astonished, yet filled with pride at the immense virility of her newly married husband, she found a growing need and deep desire to be impregnated in these moments of their heavenly wedlock.”Oh Babuji! Oh my husband! Oh my love! Aaj raat hi aap mujhe jitni bar ho sake chodna jaise ki mai jaroor ma banu. Meri ye kamana aap nirash na kijiye.(Fuck me as many times as you must tonight so that I can become a mother. Do not dishearten me in this longing of mine.” She started kissing the man very passionately, holding the man’s rugged face with both her soft hands. Babuji’s face was covered with her misty breath and her saliva as he pulled her nearer, almost crushing the young girl.”Jaroor bahu!Tumhari ye kamana puri hogi. Tumhari goad mein mera ek do bacha hogi jise hum dono pyar se palan karenge.(Of course Bahu, your wish will be fulfilled. You will get a c***d in your womb who will grow up in our love.” Babuji also was gripped in passion as he began sucking on the young bahu’s pouting moist lips. Their moans became continuous and their bodies writhed and squirmed on the bed that was theirs for now for life. And Matasari, naked as she was herself, watched them, not able to hide many moans herself.”Yes, you must make her pregnant tonight itself Balwant, for, it is said that the best gandharva marriage is that in which the woman conceives in the first few hours of wedlock. And one pregnancy that is also witnessed by someone, who in your case, is also the priestess. Kamdev (Cupid) is said to be the happiest.” Matasari said passionately. “Toh abhi aap dono phir se shuroo karo … lekin abhi thori si pharak hona chahiye. Sonam, aab tum ek kutiyah ki tarah ho jao … samjhi naa (Then you two begin again … but with a difference. Sonam, be like a bitch and be taken doggy style. You know what I mean surely?” Matasari looked at Sonam and then at Balwant.Sonam was red in the face while there was a grin in the face of Babuji. Sonam had heard about this sexual position from two of her friends but had never done it before. Rajesh was a thoroughly uninteresting sexual partner. Her friends had told her about the unique pleasures that a woman can derive in this position and that she had wanted even before her marriage to Rajesh.Matasari saw how Sonam was blushing and caringly patted her on the back. “Sharmao matt Sonam. Balki apna woh sundar, komal, pyasi badan ko khush karo. (Don’t feel ashamed Sonam. Rather, get your lovely, soft and silky body get pleasure. I am assuring you that you will reach heavenly pleasure and your womb will receive all your husband’s sperms deep inside. You want that don’t you? You are now at the height of your fertility and this is the best position for you to get pregnant … something that both of you desire so much.)Even if Balwant wanted to proceed immediately, Sonam was feeling uneasy. But Matasari was not one to give up.”Aur der na karna. Ulta ho jao aur apni badan ko haath aur ghutane se upar rakhho (Don’t delay Sonam. Turn around and rest your body on your hands and knees).”Seeing Sonam stiil hesitant Matasari came and held her hand. Looking in her eyes very deeply she smiled before saying, “kya tum bacha nahin chahti ho Sonam (You don’t want c***dren, Sonam? “Sonam nodded her head vigorously, expressing her deep desire to have a c***d, “Haan Matasari, is mein koi shak nahin. Saach mein mai unka bacha apni goad mein paney ke liye taras rahi hoon (Yes Matasari, there’s no doubt about it. I really long to carry his c***d in my womb” She stole a glance at the towering man and then again at the throbbing lund.”Toh der kis liye? (Then why delay?)” Matasari said and without further fuss, herself started guiding the young bahu to the desired doggy posture as required for the new union. Once Sonam was on her hands and knees, Matasari patted the area just over her butt curves, and along her spinal cord pushing the back down so that, finally, only her ass was high in the air. Her thighs were pushed apart by Matasari, exposing her moist pussy which stood out prominently and eager to receive what it cherished and longed for. In the end, the priestess Matasari had softly pushed the young bahu’s face on to the pillow.The bahu was now a picture of ultimate sexuality and the visibly quivering pussy indicated a young woman ready to receive the powerful cock of a stud in the most intimate position imaginable. Trickles of escaping juices from her exquisite and expectant pussy was dripping down the upper region of the thighs, and there could be no doubt about her deep arousal and needs.Yet, Matasari blurted out, “mujhe dekhne do tum saach mein pati ka lund ke liye taiyar ho ya nahin. (Wait, let me see if you are really prepared to receive your husband’s cock).She had come behind the bahu, looked at the dripping pussy, brought her own face near the spot and then, to the complete surprise of both Balwant and Sonam, taken a few deep breaths and sniffing the aroma of the pretty bahu’s running juices.”Haan, yeh hui naa baat. Ab tum puree taiyar ho, unka lund ke liye tumhari chahat jhutii nahin. (Yes, now it is clear that there is no falsehood in your craving).”Matasari explained how the smell from a leaking pussy would indicate the degree of a woman’s arousal. She turned to Balwant and then, in a commanding voice, said, “Balwant aab apni bahu taiyar hai. Aur der nahin.Jao, ek pati ka farz pura karo (Balwant, your wife is now ready. Don’t delay any further but go and do your duty).”Babuji was only too willing to fulfill this duty of not just a husband but that of a virile man, a ‘sachha mard’ which already showed itself with the hardened, throbbing, lund from whose tip drops of precum had gathered and about to leak onto the bedsheet. He came forward, pushing himself on his knees to position behind the bahu’s upraised butt that now clearly showed the lips of her wet pussy. It was a sight that was enough to make the man’s lund jump up and down crazily. Matasari, unknown to the man and his bahu, was stealing glances at the majestic black organ and there could be no doubt that the look in her eyes was one of lust and longing.”Babuji,” squealed the extremely aroused and excited bahu, “Why are you delaying. I cannot wait any longer, Babuji.” Here was a young woman who had reached the end of her patience. She was extremely sensual, she was fully aroused and particularly, she was now obsessed with being inseminated by this man’s virile seeds and bear his c***d in her womb.Babuji had bent down and typically, like the four-legged a****l whose sexual position the couple now longed for, started to sniff the spread out and oozing ‘choot’ of the young bahu.”Ahhhhh! What an erotically sweet aroma Bahu! Iski swad bhi lena hai mujhe. Tumhari koi apatti hai, pyari Sonam (I have to taste this too. You have no objection, my loving Sonam)?” The voice of the man was overflowing with lust.How could the shy, timid bahu even nod her head? How could she tell him that it was in the deepest recesses of her mind to have babuji’s greedy tongue roam and lick at the spot which was her very identity? Instead, she simply hid her face in the pillow on which her head rested. It was only when Matasari prodded her for an answer that there was a perceptible movement in the silky hair that covered Sonam’s head.This was enough of an answer and he didn’t wait further. With two fingers from both his hands, he slowly inserted them and the oozing wetness at the spot eased their entry. Babuji was pushing the walls on both sides, parting the girl’s vagina and making as much space as he could. He was searching intently, looking deeply inside the yawning crevice that lay before him. He proceeded with what he wanted to do.His hot, wet lips were on the crevice that belonged to his bahu. Soon, his tongue was out as he began to lick. The first touch of the man’s tongue sent her vagina in a trembling spin. It quivered sufficiently for Babuji to feel it, and he only dug in more, searching the clitoris. And as his tongue hit the spot, more juices gushed out. Babuji lapped the vulva like a dog. He had stretched his long hands and gripped the two juicy dangling breasts and the g****s that perched on the top. Kneading the breasts and then squeezing the nipples in sheer joy Babuji could only exclaim, “Ahhhhhhh …so lovely” before he dug his face into the pussy lips that opened out before him. It was only when he felt sufficiently satiated with the taste of bahu’s juices and he saw his sexy bahu shaking uncontrollably as she was swept in utter need that he raised his waist. Then, while remaining on his knees, he brought his magnificent lund on the quivering spot. He placed two hands on the two shapely, soft and very fair butt curves and mildly played with the fleshy pair. Over and over he ran his hands on the softness that she possessed. “Bahu, tu taiyar hai naa? Toh aab le, samal ise, (Bahu, you are prepared, aren’t you? Then handle this).” he bellowed.Then, suddenly, he had pushed apart the curves forcefully, parting the pink vaginal lips and, with an a****l like grunt, started to push in his manly lund… a little at first. He had now begun inserting the huge bulbous head of his penis into Sonam’s vagina and could feel her tremble before she squealed, “Hey Bhagwan (Oh god!)!” She had dug her face into the pillow, muffling all sounds herself as if she didn’t want either Babuji or Matasari to hear the erotic and ‘gaandi’ (dirty) words that were bound to escape her lips at this stage of her intense arousal.To Sonam, this was a unique position, one that she had heard so much about and yet whose pleasures were entirely unknown to her in her marriage to even someone so young as Rajesh. Young men are more likely to experiment and experience these erotic positions, and yet he had not ever tried any move beyond the stale, conservative, missionary position. But this man, this virile man, this man who was, till yesterday, her father-in-law, was giving her the heavenly tastes of raw, uninhibited, unexplored sex. The more she thought about it, the more she loved the man and the more she responded to the thrusts that had begun on her raised pussy. And yes, this was the way for her to get babies …his babies, through his seeds. And she was proud of it. Even if, when she did conceive, and the entire household knew whose c***d she carried in her womb, she wouldn’t feel bad or have any remorse but walk about proudly with the enlarged belly to prove just that.At this point babuji had bent his body, resting his lips on the bahu’s naked neck and wrapped his hands around the girl. With two rough, big hands he gripped the breasts, squeezing and kneading the pair, pinching the tits and pulling and tugging on them. At the same time, powerful thrusts continued to pound the bahu’s pussy. Hard, rough, painful thrusts banged her. Trickles of milk leaked out from the still sensitive and lactating nipples. The bedsheet was soon clearly wet and sticky.”Can I fuck your womb to my heart’s content bahu?” he asked, as if he had waited for permission! Another thrust hit her instantly.Sonam cried something that was inaudible to the others. What was she saying? Balwant wanted to know but couldn’t part from the union of their sexes. It was Matasari who bent down, trying to capture the inaudible utterances of the young bahu. “Oh Babuji!Chodo mujhe, jitni jor ho sakey … choro nahin. Meri pyas bujha do babuji … mai taras rahi hoon aap ke liye … meri goad bhar do babuji (Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can … don’t spare me. Fulfil my need, for I hunger for you … fill my womb, Babuji) aaahhh aaaahhh” she went on moaning. Matasari, whose ears were almost near the Sonam’s mouth, heard every word that she was uttering and was visibly excited. She started stroking the bahu’s head softly, caringly.”Haan bitiya, tumhara mard jo tumhe chod raha hai … aaj raat ki ye sambhog mein tum jaroor maa banogi. Itni taras tumhari? tumhari kamana jaroor nibhayga tumhara mard …chinta mat karo bahu. milan mein kho jao, (Yes girl! Your virile husband is fucking you. You will certainly be a mother in tonight’s union because there is so much urge in you. Your wishes will certainly be fulfilled by your man. Don’t worry, just go on and enjoy being fucked by him),” Matasari said and then explained to Sonam how she should squeeze her own pussy walls and draw in the colossal penis of her husband.Suddenly, with a powerfully violent thrust, babuji tore through the cervical ring and embedded the mammoth rockhard cock deep into Sonam’s womb, directly over her eggs. He was violent, rough and aggressive as he plundered the young vagina. Holding the soft arms of his bahu in a vice like grip, he was now biting the neck and shoulders of the delicate girl. Bruises were apparent on the soft, fair skin, but he didn’t stop. Soon, he had raised a naked hand of his bahu and dug in his nose in her shaved armpit. Little beads of sweat had formed at the spot due to their intense sexual activity and the man was inhaling deeply in delight. The more he smelled the more forcefully he fucked the girl. Sonam grunted as the shaft repeatedly thudded though the womb. He began to thrust faster and faster in total frenzy, almost insanely, as if his only aim was to plunder the receiving womb. He pulled her near him, wanting her small body to be squeezed into his own self, to be united for eternity. Sonam could feel her climax building up rapidly and she realised she could not control herself any more. Her organism burst out from her womb.Sonam screamed out aloud, ” Ahhhhhhhh …ahhhhhhhhhhh … I can’t wait any longer. Ohh Babuji, give me your hot, thick sperms nowwww.” She bit into the pillow on which her head rested. If it was Balwant’s back or chest, he would have bled in the intensity of that bite.Babuji grabbed her at the slim waist as he thrust more. His mammoth organ began bucking with incredible force. Then, with an a****l-like roar, he barked, ” Aaab lo, meri raandi bibi, aaj tujhe maa banake hi chorunga. (Take this, my slut wife. Today I’ll stop only after I have made you a mother!)”Sonam felt her womb being whipped violently around by the first bursts of Babuji’s manly, hot seeds that fired directly on to her eggs deep inside the womb. A torrent of hot semen was shot without mercy, hitting the linings of the womb. Each burst generated an a****l like bark from him in a statacco sound of “Le ..ye le… ye le …ye le ..aur le …raandi ki tarah le ..banegi meri randi?… le randi …apni choot samal. (Take .. take this … and this .. and this … take it like a whore … want to be my slut? Take this slut … take care of your cunt, you slut).”Sonam was mesmerised. She could not believe the words that were being spit by the man but, in her inner self, every word only increased the level of desire, need and lust. In these moments of complete satisfaction, she wondered how this man, much past fifty, this man who was her sasur before he had become her husband a little while ago, one who was so respected by all and herself too, could utter such ‘gaandi’ words. And more so, how could the man provide such continuous burst of his sperms and that too, the second time that night. Spent of his enormous load, he pushed Sonam so that she fell sideways from the doggie position that she was. Babuji easily turned her over and she now lay on her back, her taut breasts and erect nipples pointing up towards the ceiling. Her choot leaked his thick ‘cum’ that was now mixed with her own juices. Babuji collapsed on her bahu and held her closely to him in a bondage of love and oneness. And as they held one another, as each looked at the other lovingly, their lips couldn’t stay apart. They kissed deeply again and again till babuji finally said, ” Thodi si bishram bahu, phir karte hain? Aur ek prakar se? Woh bhi tujhe pasand ayegi jaroor. (Some rest Bahu, before I do it again. In a different way? You will like that too).”Sonam hid her face in the naked, hairy, manly chest of her newly wedded husband. But Balwant could feel her nod her head in a gesture of approval.Just then they heard Matasari’s voice as she moved aside from Sonam to make her presence felt by the wedded couple.”Balwant! Sonam! Aab gurudakhsina dene paregi tum dono ko. Tumhe is mein koi iqrar nahin hai nah (You have to offer ‘returns’ to the priestess for concluding this marriage. You have no objections to that)?” Matasari’s voice was demanding. A priest or priestess is entitled to ‘fees’ in lieu of his or services for conducting a marriage.”Haan! Haan! Mataji. Joh bhi mangna hai who mango (Yes, yes, Mataji, ask whatever you want).” Balwant said, already filled in deep happiness and satisfaction at the copulation with his new bride. Sonam too nodded her head, as if agreeing to what her husband was ready to offer.There was silence in the room for a while excepting for Matasari’s deep and quick breathing. Her breasts heaved, and her mouth parted, as she looked at both Balwant and Sonam in succession. There could be no doubt that the face of the priestess was full of desire and lust. She had witnessed too much ‘sex’ between the newlyweds to be entirely passive and was herself now in an uncontrolled heat……..

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