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The door creaked open, a slow, deliberate sound that cut through the heavy silence of the room. I didn’t need to turn around. I knew who it was. I felt his presence before I saw him, a shift in the air, a new weight pressing down on the space. I looked back through my legs, the view inverted, my heart hammering against my ribs. My father-in-law stood there, his broad, powerful frame completely filling the doorway, his dark eyes glinting with a primal hunger that made my breath catch.
“Randi toh pehle hi ghodi bani taiyar hai,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated deep within me. A slow, appreciative smirk played on his lips.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Ji, Sasur Ji,” I breathed out, forcing my voice to be steadier than I felt. The title felt like a forbidden thrill on my tongue.
“Aaiye aur rasam shuru karein. Ab aur roka nahi jata.”
He moved then, a predator closing the distance in two long, sure strides. His calloused palm connected with the bare flesh of my ass in a sharp, stinging slap that made my entire body jolt and a gasp rip from my throat. The pain was instant, hot, and it melted immediately into a throbbing warmth that spread through my core. “Jaisa meri Randi kahe.”
His fingers trailed over the heated skin he’d just marked, then dipped lower, brushing through my slick folds. He laughed, a dark, rich sound. “Kinti geeli hai re tu, Randi Bahu. Aisa lag raha hai abhi agar lund andar dala toh ek dum se ghus jayega.” His finger flicked against my clit, a teasing, maddening touch.
A whimper escaped me. I arched my back, pushing myself against his hand, offering myself to him completely. “Toh dal de na, Sasurji,” I pleaded, my voice husky with need.
“Rok ja, rok ja, Randi Bahu,” he commanded, and his hand came down again, not on my ass this time, but directly on my soaked pussy. The slap was brutal, shocking, a bright burst of sensation that made me cry out. “Pehle tujhe chakh toh loon, dekh toh loon tera pani kitna meetha hai. Aur doodh… aane mein bhi time hai. Doodh piye bina nahi chod sakta.” He delivered another light, stinging slap to my most sensitive flesh.
“Ab hilna mat, Randi. Aur tyaar ho ja mujhe pani pilane ke liye.”
“Ji, Sasurji,” I whispered, obediently stilling my trembling body. I gripped the bedsheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white, and stretched my hips up higher, presenting myself to him, an offering on all fours.
He knelt behind me, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His rough hands spread my butt cheeks apart, exposing me completely to his gaze. I felt utterly vulnerable, utterly possessed. “Kitni gulabi hain teri chut, Randi… bilkul kamal jaise,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe and lust.
His dirty talk was a potent aphrodisiac, each crude, possessive word making me drench myself further. I could feel my own wetness coating my inner thighs. He bent closer, and the first hot wave of his breath hit my exposed folds. A cold shiver of anticipation raced down my spine, making me twitch.
I instinctively arched my back again, a silent plea for contact.
“Hil mat, Randi!” he growled, and his palm cracked against my ass cheek once more, the sound echoing in the room. The sharp pain made me gasp, but the throbbing arousal between my legs only intensified.
“Maaf kar de, Sasurji… raha nahi jaa raha,” I panted, my composure crumbling.
“Mita raha hoon teri bhook, Randi,” he promised darkly. And with that, he buried his face between my legs. His tongue, hot and rough, flickered against my clit in one long, flat stroke.
“Ahhh! Sasurji!” I screamed, the pleasure so intense and sudden that my arms buckled. I almost collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with the force of the near-orgasm he’d so effortlessly drawn from me.
“Jhadna nahi, Randi!” he scolded, delivering two sharp, successive spanks to both my butt cheeks. The stinging pain mixed dizzyingly with the pleasure. “Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi kiya aur tu jhadne lagi?” He sounded genuinely angry. I could feel his dark eyes glaring at me through the cradle of my legs.
“Maafi, Sasurji… ab control karungi… aap chato,” I begged, managing to lock my eyes with his. The sight of his face, so stern and dominant, framed by my own thighs, sent another jolt of pure lust straight to my core.
“Theek hai,” he relented. And then he dove back in. This time, there was no teasing. He leashed his mouth onto my cunt, sucking my entire clit into the heat of his mouth.
I bit down on my lip hard, tasting blood as a wave of devastating pleasure crashed over me. His hands clamped onto my hips, holding me in place, preventing any escape I didn’t want. I closed my eyes, gripping the sheets for dear life as he ate me with a single-minded intensity. He licked me with broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then focused on flicking the tip over my hypersensitive nub. He pulled my cheeks apart even wider, and I felt the incredible, shocking pressure of his tongue trying to push its way inside me.
“Sasurji… bahut maza aa raha hai… aur karo,” I moaned, my voice breaking.
“Mujhe bhi bahut maza aa raha hai, Randi Bahu,” he said, his voice muffled against my flesh. He pulled my outer lips into his mouth, sucking on them. “Bahut meethi hai raand tu… main toh doodh ke liye betab ho raha hoon.” He resumed his sucking, his tongue working a ruthless, perfect rhythm.
“Ahhhhh!” I screamed, my hips beginning to move of their own volition against his face.
“Apne mumme daba ke dekh… doodh aaya ki nahi?” he ordered, his mouth never stopping its relentless assault.
One of my hands flew to my breast, my fingers finding my hardened nipple and pinching it hard, twisting it. The dual sensations—the sharp pain in my nipple and the incredible suction on my clit—were overwhelming. I felt like I was floating, completely lost in a storm of sensation. “Ahhhh!”
“Aya ki nahi, Randi Bahu?” he asked again, his voice a dark tease.
“Nahi, Sasurji,” I gasped out, my pinch on my nipple turning vicious.
“Raand kahin ki,” he grunted, and spanked my ass hard, the sound sharp and crisp. And then he redoubled his efforts, sucking so hard on my clit that I saw stars.
“Ahhhh! Sasurji… dheere… aise main jhad jaaoongi!” I cried out, my body tensing, teetering on the very edge.
“Toh jhad na, Raand! Shaayad tab tera doodh aaye,” he commanded, his grip on my hips becoming vicelike. He sucked harder, if that was even possible, his tongue a blur of motion.
“Sasurji!” The scream was torn from me as my orgasm finally, violently, crashed through me. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my entire body seizing up in a powerful, shuddering release. But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, drinking every drop of my essence, drawing the orgasm out until it bordered on torture. Finally, he pulled away with a sharp, possessive bite on my inner thigh.
“Ahh!” I hissed at the sudden, sharp pain.
“Bilkul apni awaaz ki tarah meethi hai re tu, Randi Bahu,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Bahut maza aane wala hai… tujhe roz chodunga ab se.”
“Jaisa aap kahe, Sasurji,” I panted, my body still quivering with aftershocks.
“Chal, ab peeth ke bal let aur mera lund choos,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Ji, Sasurji,” I said, my voice weak. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely move, but I managed to straighten them and roll over onto my back. I let my head hang off the side of the bed, positioning my mouth right where he would want it.
He loomed over me, his eyes devouring my naked form. “Khol dhoti,” he commanded, his hands already molding my breasts, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over my nipples.
“Ji,” I whispered, my fingers fumbling with the knot of his traditional trousers. As the cloth fell away, my breath hitched. His erection sprung free, thick and long and intimidating. It was…
“Kitna bada hai apka, Sasurji,” I breathed, a mixture of awe and fear in my voice.
“Pura tere andar jayega, Randi Bahu,” he stated, as if it were a simple fact.
“Nahi jayega,” I said shyly, the words a reflexive response to his sheer size.
“Kaise nahi jayega?” he scoffed, delivering a stinging slap to my breast that made me yelp. “Ek ek inch pura tere andar daal ke hee maanoonga.” The crude promise, the possessiveness in his tone, sent a fresh flood of wetness between my legs. My thighs slicked together.
“Chal, baatein band kar,” he said, guiding his thick length toward my lips. “Aur pakad ise, Randi Bahu. Pata hai na lund kaise choose te hain? Dekha tha na woh videos jo bheji thi Akshit ne?”
My face flushed. The memory of those instructional CDs, sent to me before the wedding under the guise of teaching me how to please my husband, surfaced vividly. They were graphic, detailed tutorials on everything from blowjobs to various positions. I had studied them diligently, naively believing they were for my husband alone. I had no idea then that my education was for a much broader curriculum.
“Ji,” I said hesitantly.
“Chal, mooh khol aur mera lund andar le, Randi Bahu,” he said, punctuating his order with a sharp pinch to my nipple that made me gasp.
I obeyed, opening my mouth. Even scared, I was mesmerized. I leaned forward and tentatively licked the broad, smooth tip, tasting his pre-cum, a salty, musky flavor that was uniquely his.
He chuckled, slapping my breast again in a way that was becoming familiarly arousing. “Aise sai dekhi hain videos tune, Randi Bahu. Khush kar diya tune.”
Encouraged, I took the tip into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the head. I pushed forward, taking half of his impressive length into my mouth, then pulled back, my lips stretched tight.
“Ahh, Randi Bahu… aisa lag raha hai abhi mera maal nikal daagi,” he groaned, his fingers twisting my nipple. He pushed forward slowly, and I opened my mouth wider, allowing him to sink deeper. I began to stroke the base of his shaft with my hand as I took more and more of him, until only the last inch remained outside. He was so deep he was blocking my airway, the thick head of his cock nudging the back of my throat. Panic flared.
I tapped his hips, a signal to pull back, my eyes watering. I couldn't breathe.
“Le, pura andar, Randi,” he grunted, ignoring my taps. He pushed his hips forward, burying his entire length down my throat while his other hand pinched my free nipple viciously. The dual sensations of choking and pain were overwhelming, dizzying.
“Haye, Randi Bahu… kya mooh hai tera,” he moaned, holding himself there. The lack of air made my head spin, but the pooling heat in my core was undeniable, my body betraying me with its own intense arousal.
He finally pulled back, and I choked, gasping for air, my throat raw.
“Sasurji… jaan hi nikal daali aap toh,” I rasped.
“Jaan toh puri raat nikaloonga, Randi Bahu,” he promised darkly. And with that, he plunged his dick back into my mouth, whole, at the same time he leaned down and leashed his mouth onto my nipple, sucking and biting fiercely.
I widened my jaw, taking him all in, gripping his muscular hips as he began to thrust into my mouth. He fucked my face with a rough, steady rhythm while his mouth worked on my breast, biting and sucking. The combination was electrifying. My body shook, a slave to the sensations. One of his hands snaked down my body, his fingers finding my dripping wet cunt. He began to rub my clit in fast, tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
I was being overwhelmed from both ends, pleasure coiling tightly in my belly. I shook violently, my moans muffled around his cock.
“Ruk ja, Randi! Ruk ja!” he shouted suddenly, his movements becoming frantic. He rubbed my clit with more force, fucking my mouth roughly, biting down on my nipple hard enough to make me see stars.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My legs snapped shut around his hand, my back arching off the bed as I came with a silent scream around his shaft. He, too, reached his peak with a guttural roar, pulsing deep into my throat, flooding it with his release. “Randi ne mujhe bhi jhad diya!” he groaned, pushing even deeper to ensure I swallowed every last drop.
He pulled his slick, softening cock from my mouth, and I choked, coughing, my body spent.
“Kya raand hai re tu, Bahu,” he murmured, almost to himself, rubbing my abused breast almost tenderly. Just then, he pinched my nipple again, and a single, white drop of milk beaded at the tip.
“Le… doodh bhi aa gaya tera,” he said, his voice full of triumph. He smeared the drop with his thumb, with a smirk, licking the drop from his thumb.
"Chal, sidha let bed pe aur tangen upar kar. Tera darwaja kholne ka time aa gaya,__" he commanded, his voice thick with authority. I shivered at the intensity of his tone.
"Ji, Sasurji,__" I whispered, obeying without hesitation. I lay back on the pillow, my trembling legs still shaking from the waves of pleasure he had just unleashed. Slowly, I lifted my legs, spreading myself open for him, wet and ready.
He climbed onto the bed, his hungry eyes fixed on my dripping pussy. "Bahut dard hoga, kya, Sasurji?" I asked nervously, my eyes wide as I stared at his thick, intimidating length.
"Hoga, Randi Bahu. Thoda dard hoga… par fir maza ayega, bahut maza,__" he reassured me, his fingers flicking over my slick folds teasingly. I bit my lip, trying to steady my racing heart.
"Chal, ab mujhe taqat de. Doodh pila apna,__" he ordered, his voice demanding yet intoxicating.
"Ji,__" I replied breathlessly. I grabbed my breasts, now plump and heavy with milk, offering them to him like an obedient randi. He bent down, his lips latching onto my nipple, sucking hard.
"Ahhhhh! Sasurji!" I screamed as I felt the milk flow into his mouth. His fingers moved to my pussy, rubbing my entrance before slipping one finger inside.
"Sasurji…" I moaned, arching my back, pulling him closer, desperate for more. He added another finger, then a third, stretching me wide as he finger-fucked me while drinking deeply from my breast.
"Kitni tight hai tu, Randi Bahu… bilkul ekdum nayi," he murmured between sucks, his words sending shivers down my spine.
"Sasurji… baaki ke liye bhi doodh chhod de na,__" I managed to gasp between moans.
"Chinta mat kar, Randi. Yeh doodh kabhi khatam nahi hoga. Jitna marzi piyo, tu bhi pi,__" he said gruffly before shoving my other nipple into my mouth for me to drink my own milk.
"Yeh toh bahut meetha hai, Sasurji,__" I mumbled around my breast.
"Haan, bahut zyada… man hi nahi bharta,__" he replied, his fingers thrusting deep inside me as the pleasure built again.
"Main jhad rahi hoon, Sasurji!" I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of release.
"Jhad jaa, Randi Bahu!" he growled, and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through every fiber of my being. He pulled his fingers out of my soaking pussy, glistening with my wetness, and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a low, possessive groan.
I looked away shyly, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"Sharma gayi Randi? Tab nahi sharam aayi jab andar itni geeli ho rahi thi," he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
"Maza aa raha tha Sasurji… pehle karni thi na," I replied breathlessly, my voice trembling with the aftershocks of my climax.
"Bilkul Randi hai re tu, Bahu… bilkul Randi," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"Toh chodo na is Randi ko, Sasurji…aur chodo apni ungliyon se. Ab raha nahi jata," I pleaded impatiently, my hips squirming beneath him.
"Chodunga Randi… par ab ungliyon se nahi, apne lund se," he declared, slapping his thick, throbbing cock against my dripping pussy. The sharp sting sent shivers down my spine, and I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan.
He moved his length up and down along my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly. "Tayyar hai Randi? Darwaza kholwane ko?" he asked, his voice a mixture of dominance and anticipation.
"Ji Sasurji… khol do darwaza mera. Ab aur intezar nahi hota," I gasped, my body trembling with need.
He smirked and spat on my pussy, right where his cock was poised at my entrance. Adjusting our position, he gripped my hips with one hand and guided his thick tip inside me with the other.
"Sasurji," I whimpered, gripping the pillow tightly as he began to push inside.
"Thoda dard hoga Randi… sah lena. Fir maze hi maze," he reassured me, his voice rough yet oddly tender.
"Ji," I whispered, and he pushed halfway in.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, the stretch unbearable yet intoxicating. A few drops of blood trickled out as he broke through my barrier.
"Tod di teri seal… rasam shuru ho gayi," he declared, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"Aage badhayein rasam ko, Sasurji," I breathed out, my body already craving more.
"Randi," he growled, slapping my breasts and pinching my nipple as he thrust the rest of his length inside me.
"Sasurji… bahut bade ho aap," I cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness.
"Bade ka hi toh maza hai, Randi Bahu," he replied with a dark chuckle, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in deeper.
"Ahhhh Sasurji," I moaned, gripping his hand for support as he spread my legs wider. "Tera cheed faadne wala hoon main," he promised, his voice heavy with intent.
"Ji," I gasped, obediently surrendering to him.
"Doodh toh pila," he commanded, leaning down to suckle on my swollen nipple again, drinking deeply from me.
And then he began to fuck me in earnest—slow at first, but quickly building to a punishing rhythm. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us as he pounded into me with relentless force. My entire body shook with each thrust, my moans and screams filling the room.
"Maine kaha tha na… jhad jaa, Randi Bahu," he reminded me as I came undone again, my legs trembling uncontrollably. But he didn’t stop—he kept fucking me through my orgasm, his cock driving me to new heights of pleasure.
"Kab nikle ga apka maal, Sasurji?" I moaned between gasps.
"Bus nikalne wala hai, Randi Bahu," he growled, his thrusts becoming even harder, deeper.
"Aur zor se! Aur zor se!" I begged, pushing my hips against him desperately.
With a roar, he buried himself deep inside me, spilling every last drop of his seed into my trembling body. I came with him, my screams echoing through the room as we both fell over the edge together.
"Tera darwaja khol diya, Randi Bahu… badhai ho," he said with a satisfied grin, kissing me possessively.
"Aapko bhi Sasurji," I replied weakly, still trembling from the intensity of it all.
"Chal, ab tere uncles ki baari hai," he said, getting off the bed and grabbing his clothes. He opened the door to reveal his two younger brothers waiting outside.
"Jao… chodo Randi. Bahut maze se chodwati hai," he told them, clapping one on the shoulder before leaving.
I blushed deeply as they entered the room and closed the door behind them. "Ab hamari baari hai Randi Bahu… saath mein chodne ki, tayyar hai?" they asked in unison.
"Ji, puri tayyar hoon… bas shuru karein," I replied eagerly, my body already humming with anticipation for what was to come.
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