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-3-

The mansion has clear cut private, public rooms. It’s very clear that maids, visitors can’t come to private rooms, even by mistakes.

They have a massive private living room which has imported furniture and home theater and the fridge has types of drinks, snacks.  Sameer used to actually enjoy a very playboy style life until recently when his brother and his wife died.  Even though Sameer is not married he lives like a full fledged family man and many of his relatives come and visit the mansion. He would never say no to any one, also he helps the villagers a lot and got some government projects sanctioned. The kids, especially during summer , would like to come and stay here for vacation as it’s a luxury mansion and he pampers them a lot.. but on one condition that they should study well. Kids without books are not allowed entry .

He would play like a kid with them , that’s how he releases his work tension.  He plays cricket, football with boys and hide and seek, skipping with girls.. even though he doesn’t have wife, he would find ways to release his cum regularly . that’s why he employed beautiful, trained maids who should be open to every thing. That’s why he always uses maid to let his desires be fulfilled, sometimes wild and kinky but would never misbehave with girls or ladies who come as visitors ..  

That’s the reason why he wont see his nieces Patay, Sonam from sex point of view. He would give them freedom to express themselves , he would let them figure out what is good and bad and that’s why he wont hesitate to fuck the maids in front of these girls. Its better to do things in open than secretly , now its upto the girls to pick up the good and throw the bad. He would treat them like his own kids and not see them to satisfy his desires.  Fully knowing that these teens need their desires to be fulfilled he would let them find their path. He cant sit and do policing job as they can always cheat him, instead give them the space and let them think and figure out themselves

The girls some times think he is not so close to them and this girl-boy thing is creating some space between them.. fine ..its their thinking , if they want to tease him, he wont fall for them, if they want to look at his dick, fine .. no issues.. but they cant touch his dick and play with it as a god fearing gentleman he thinks he cant allow that with these girls.. if they are happy doing such things with others of their choice like Amar, then its perfectly fine with him.. that’s why yesterday night when he saw the girls half naked lying on the naked body of Amar, he didn’t get angry.. in fact he is happy Amar is not thinking like him and is playing with the girls.. atleast the girls now have a good company

Entering into the private living room from the back yard, Amar saw the girls licking the tiffin box dry and they are kissing, licking each others lips to swallow any reminiscent of Sameer’s cum ..  Amar is not surprised as he guessed why they collected chacha’s cum.. 



he is not surprised why they collected their chacha cum but the way they are eating that cum by spreading it on their pussies... my god.. next level erotic feeling
they cant touch his dick and also cant drink his cum in front of the maids, that’s why this parcel service.. lol..  Amar walks along with Sameer to upstairs and goes to his room and takes shower..

There is a Jacuzzi also in common area.. will plan with the girls a steamy session. He wants to go slow with the girls as teasing , slow romantic, emotional interludes are more enjoyable than the hard core aggressive fuck like Sameer did to the maids

He likes to adore , tease the young teenage girls and make them die for him .. that’s the plan

He comes down for lunch .. after an engaging conversation with all, he goes back to his room to gather some sleep as the jet lag is still there and anyway the action is going to be at night only..

The girls came couple of times to his room but seeing him sleeping, go back

He gets up at 4 in the evening and comes down for tea..

Sameer suggests the girls should take him around the mansion.. especially the mango orchard ..

Yeah.. that’s a brilliant idea chacha.. why don’t you also join us for a fun filled night ?  asks Payal..

I am too tired.. you guys have a blast with Amar uncle.. treat him with some memorable experiences that he would never forget… we will have one more session this week along me.. confirms Sameer.. the girls nod their heads and take Amar uncle to the mango garden holding his hands..

It’s a 2 min walk.. the weather is so chilling and romantic , Amar is thinking vacation to Europe will not be no match to this..

What a place !!!

Its like taking a five star hotel room and putting it amidst this beautiful, natural , outdoor mango garden !! all the modern aminities are there.. hukka pipes.. open shower area .. jute double cot bed .. lots of snacks, drinks.. intercom to order any thing on room service. The open area with beautiful mango trees which are well kept and maintained and all care taken to eliminate snakes and any hazardous reptiles.. if it rains, then a pull over roof top is there…

Amar is feeling like in heaven.. the girls are waiting since morning to play with uncle.. but he was tired and slept.. now he is rejuvenated after a sound sleep.. the girls suggest we all sleep here only instead of going to the rooms.. Amar is fine with that idea.. there is lot of piles of grass spread around so that we can lay down, rest while enjoying the beautiful climate.. of course there is a jute double cot and some garden chairs too. Everything is organic and so natural, rustic.  You can bring five star hotel to this beautiful mango garden.. but cant grow mango garden in five star hotel

“uncle.. I want  that mango fruit.. I can reach and pluck it.. lift me .. I can do it” , asks innocently.. Payal.. the lanky thin tall Payal is wearing a trunk type black tee shirt and a small yellow bottom around her waist which barely covers her recently developed thighs and the thin transparent pink panty is visible if she bends or jumps.. whereas Sonam is wearing a red color south Indian lehenga , choli.. so beautifully clad exposing her thick waist and the central navel is alone to raise the dicks and the small fold on her side of waist is an indication that she is developing into fully developed woman.. so natural..both the sisters .. he knows its hard to sleep today.. the choice of dresses is so apt..

“ok Payal.. you are so light weight.. I can easily lift you dear.  Come.. put one leg on my left thigh and I will push you up and you can jump and sit on my shoulders and then reach the mangoes” , says Amar adjusting his dhothi.. and bending a bit. Payal is so alert and active in a jiffy she jumps up on his thigh and onto his shoulders, she is already sitting on his shoulders with her panty directly hugging his nose.. he is stunned and before he could realize whats happening, she is jumping up and down on his shoulders rubbing her pussy tightly on his face.. she is unaware or should we say not bothered that she is causing ripples in uncle’s  body and in the quest of reaching out to mangoes, she is pressing  , rubbing her pussy which slipped out of her thin panty against his lips..nose, face..

He waited for a minute and then gathered courage and put his tongue outside touching her pussy lips and the way Sonam is standing and watching she is not able to see clearly whats happening ..



Now Amar is holding her by her waist and pressing her hip tight against him and pressing his tongue against her pussy which initially tasted salty and slowly the pussy juices taste is changing.. by now Payal is able to pluck two mangoes and she wanted to get down.. seeing her situation, she slaps his head lightly and laughs .. uncle I need to get down… Amar stopped kissing her pussy and using all his oral skills has pulled the panty onto her pussy so that Sonam wont get any doubt… while getting down she accidentally touched his dick with her foot.. its already rock solid

Showing the mangoes to uncle and jumping up and down , she shows 4 mangoes to him.. two in her hands and two in her chest.. which are not bad for someone who is still young and lanky, however there are bigger mangoes on her sister who is envious of the joy that her younger sister is getting from this uncle who is not strict at all like chacha and in fact he is like one among us the villagers.. he might be living in USA but his roots are here, that’s why this uninhibited exhibition of mastery of skills in these village games..

He even tucked his dhothi like langota and climbed the mango tree just like that and standing on the branch and even jumping up and down like a drunken monkey, he is entertaining the kids.. Payal is particularly happy the way he is doing all these tantrums and while coming down he held on to the branch and hanging down and doing push ups.. showing his muscular mody.. without shirt and with just a langota.. he asked Payal to jump and hold onto him so that he can do push ups with her holding onto his legs.. this excited the young girl a lot and she with super cool attitude jumped high and clutched onto his waist.. with her face pressing his dick which is hiding in the tight langota..

Now Amar is doing some more push ups lifting himself and also herself.. she is a naughty girl and she is pressing , rubbing her face on his dick such a way the langota is slowing coming off.. he is shouting , Payal baby don’t do that, its causing titillating sensation to me but she would not listen to him and soon the langota came out exposing his half hung dick which is dancing on her face.. my god.. its so bi.. Payal is unable to take her eyes off and she is mesmerized by that huge lund and she involuntarily opening her mouth to kiss or lick that dick , that’s when her sister slapped her ass and shouted.. enough of your tantrums.. get down.. or else uncle will tell chacha

Payal is completely disappointed and she got down and her face is sad and Amar also got down and putting his dhothi back and gasping for some breathe, he hugged Payal and lifting her head up and looking into her eyes says in a husky voice “darling .. beautiful angels like you should be cheerful otherwise some weak hearts like mine will stop beating.. come on Payal.. you are such a pious, noble, genuine girl I have never seen in USA where every thing is fake and girls even at age of 12 put up fake expressions and show up false attitude as if they are the most beautiful girls on the earth.. lol.. they don’t know who much make up they put.. girl’s beauty is not in how she looks but how genuine, natural, noble they are.. in fact when Sameer sent me your photos, my heart skipped few beats.. how can the girls be so cute .. that’s the reason why I came here for a longer vacation.. Payal, look into my eyes and forget everything .. trust me.. I wont do anything that you guys don’t like.. yes.. what your akka did is right.. a young girl pressing her panty against a man’s dick is not correct , also a young girl trying  to kiss a man’s dick.. Sonam is right in this aspect but she is wrong that I will complain to chacha.. why would I do that angel ?”

Payal is unable to hide her emotions and hugging uncle tight with her flat chest and matching his height touches his nose with hers and says thank you uncle.. we trust you.. Amar is spellbound by her youthful exuberance and natural beauty and he is unable to hold on any longer and fell flat on to the thick layers of grass there holding Payal on to him.. its so refreshing.. the fragrance from a young girl.. village girl.. natural earthy looks without much make up.. he is kissing her cheeks and even biting them says “darling I can spend while night without any sleep just looking at your face.. so cute.. can I bite you cheeks some more time ?



As he is getting ready to bite, lick her chubby cheeks, he saw Sonam in foreground standing there and looking at them enviously , trying hard to hide her sadness.. Amar looking at Sonam thought Payal is cute girl but Sonal is voluptuous woman.. so thick and right amount of flesh everywhere and this south Indian dress.. half saree is killing him… that midriff and deep navel.. shitt.. so good.. he moved Payal aside and crawling on his knees he moves upto Sonam and lifting his face and moving up all the way from her knees to thighs, lower abdomen, and finally the deep navel.. he extends his tongue and inserts it into that inviting navel.. my god.. Sonam is melting in his passionate, hot kisses on the most sensitive part of exposed body of any girl..



She is moaning and caressing her hands on uncles head and biting her lower lip and breathing heavily with her big boobs moving up an down slowly she feels she is in heaven.. all her anger, anxiety about not getting similar treatment that her younger sister is getting have gone with just one passionate kiss on her navel with his hands pressing her thick ass.. she is enjoying it so much she even lifted her one leg up a little pressing his head hard against her stomach and allowing to eat her navel she is looking at Payal with half closed eyes and pressing and biting her moist rosy lips she has voluntarily moved her shoulders a bit such a way her pallu fell down exposing her huge mangoes still tucked inside beautifully designed choli that is just hanging onto a thin strap at the back and the choli is just enough that the tailor must be a genius to save the cloth , yet covers her huge globes.. these are custom made blouses

Amar doesn’t want to make it a longer session as it will lead into other activities, he wants to tease these girls to the limit and see where they will break

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-4-


While Sameer takes care of his village well, his urge towards fresh young girls is insatiable. There is an unwritten law in the village that any newly married bride should be sent Sameer’s mansion and sleep with him for 3 nights .. of course after the initial 3 nights with her husband. While many girls would not raise any concern as sleeping with such an influential , rich person is a privilege .. but once in  while few girls say no and that’s when the maids in the mansion coerce the girl make her ready.

However last week marriage caused some concerns to Sameer and the boy is son of the head maid in the mansion and once the boy’s family finds the girl and every one agrees for marriage , Sameer treats that groom as his son and fulfills all the rituals , he makes sure the wedding expenses are taken care by him.

Then what happened last week ?

The marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father,  Sameer Reddy, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.  But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord,  Sameer had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather.  This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Manga, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though socially they were from a family that would be expected to be subservient to Sameer. To her father, the escape from the social inferiority lay in higher education. He sent his daughter Manga to the best of colleges in the town and later to a larger city in a hostel.

Now, at the age of twenty, she was among the best educated from her village.  Her reaction to being treated as a commodity in marriage was predictable. She stood up as Sameer concluded his desire to become a grandfather, and with eyes blazing with anger, she proclaimed loudly, "I have no intention of motherhood for the first five years. I am going to work and so is Pawan. We are going to build our own base before we build a family."   As she said this, her tension rose and her breathing became pronounced and ragged.

Her face flushed red and her head was turned up in defiance. Now she slowly realized that the deafening silence that enveloped the gathering was shock at her defiance of the ultimate authority in their village. Yet, she held her head high, glaring at her father-in-law to-be.  "Hey, girl!"  Sameer bellowed, "How dare you refer to your fiancé by name? And who are you to decide what will happen and what will not in my household?"

 "Ask your son," she replied acidly.

"When he was chasing me around to marry him, it was he who said I should call him by name and think and do as I please!"
Manga's father could see the situation slipping out of control and rose with folded hands and bowed head to try mediating the two extreme positions. "Sameer sahib, the girl wishes to work for a few years and it would not be possible if she were to get pregnant. However, once she marries into your family it is your choice and you can discuss it amongst yourselves," he suggested.  "I do not see the need to discuss!" raged  Sameer. "In our family we do not discuss the obvious. Is there anything you are hiding from me about this girl of yours that you are supporting her? Is she capable of bearing children or not? Or are the women in your family not complete women?"  

The reference to the womanhood of his clan brought Manga's father's entire family to its feet. And from there it was downhill all the way. Heated words were exchanged, things which were not meant were said, and in about half an hour, just after sunset, when preliminary celebrations should have started, Manga and her family were back in their modest home, pondering next moves.  At Sameer residence, Sameer was taking his son to task for going around publicly with a girl he has not yet approved. Undoubtedly that was what had given the girl the courage to stand up to him.

And today…

And Manga, sitting on the roof of her home, was indignant over the aspersion cast on her womanhood. That man needed to be taught a lesson. As she reflected on her choices she realized that there was nothing any one would dare do against Sameer. Whatever needed to be done would have to be done by her. And what better lesson to teach him than to make him accept the superiority of her womanhood.  Under the cover of darkness, Manga made her way to Sameer's mansion. She was let in by the guards who recognized her and she found her way through the maze of corridors and rooms, through to the back yard. There, under the mango trees, near the cowsheds, sat Sameer, surrounded by a few of his cronies, smoking a hookah.  The animated conversation fell to a hush as the men saw Manga make her way towards them.

She stood there, looking at Sameer, her chest heaving from the exertion of her walk and the tension of the moment. By the light of the lamps, her curves were accentuated and her tight choli (blouse) showed her breasts to her advantage. Her ghagra (skirt) with its mirror work glinted by the light of the lamps. Those dark angry eyes flashed at him, and it took Sameer a while to realize he was looking at his prospective daughter-in-law and not just any woman for him to lust after.  He signalled his men to leave them alone.  "What have you come for now?" he asked, thinking that she might possibly want to apologize for her behaviour earlier in the evening.  "I have come here to tell you that having a moustache as large as yours does not guarantee the masculinity of your clan. So you should watch it before you talk about our womanhood," she said with a taunting smile.

The woman he had chosen to be his son's wife looked bewitching with that saucy, taunting smile. The warm glow of lamps, the hide and seek of shadow and light, just made her seem all the more haunting. The challenge was not only in her words but also in her body language. He felt aroused and his male chauvinist instinct was to respond with a demonstration of his manhood.  He covered up his loss of control with a show of anger. He got up from the low slung cot made of rope, and strode forward towards Manga, his arm outstretched as if to strike her across the face.  For the first time, Manga took note of his tall stride, his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and sinewy body as the man overshadowed her. She felt panic inside her, but was not about to show it and continued to play her game of nerves.  "Violence? Is that what you use to hide your impotence?" she asked laughingly, knowing the relaxed smile on her face would infuriate him.  

He grabbed her throat and pushed her back till she her back came up against the trunk of the banyan tree. As he touched her, he was taken aback by the softness of her skin. His grip on her throat relaxed from a stranglehold to an open hand just pushing her back. Something about his animal Vigor in that shove struck a chord in Manga. She noticed the strong hands with rough calloused fingers. She allowed herself to be pushed back, bracing herself for a fall and then she came to rest against the tree trunk with a hard whack.  They were now in the shade of the tree and away from the circle of light and the seating area where Sameer had sat with his hookah. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lesser lighting, both the man and the maiden took in each other with their eyes. The lighting here was pale with the glow from the lamps reaching only partly, and the tube light from the pump house providing another ray of faint glow.  And yet, her eyes sparkled.

She knew she had him where she wanted him. Sameer's hand completely relaxed as he realized what the girl was up to. He was now touching her on her neck, just above her bosom and his thumb ran over her chin.  "I wish I could ask you to demonstrate your womanhood in identical fashion," he muttered.  Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to move his hand from her body, but she merely ended up captivated with the strength of his body. "Maybe you will not ask me to demonstrate my womanhood because you would then be exposed totally," she said spontaneously, and instantly regretted what she said. She knew that you could go only so far with the feudal land lord without arousing the worst ire in him. 

And she was right. Blinded with rage, Sameer gripped the top of her choli (blouse) and pulled down and in one swift ripping motion the front of her blouse tore, and hung down, held only by the strong band of cloth that went around the lower border of the blouse. Her breasts, brown, young, firm and proud, stood there bathed in the pale light fully exposed, heaving up and down from the anger she felt.  She reached with her left hand to slap him but Sameer was too quick for her and fended her off. Manga lunged lower and grabbed at his crotch and was successful this time, getting a full hand of his semi aroused cock. It had been that way ever since she walked up to his charpoy. Now she knew more about his manhood than she wanted to know. In seconds, Sameer's cock filled with blood and he had a full blown erection. It was years since he had been grabbed so authoritatively by a young woman and his body was instantaneous in its response to the stimulus. 



The situation was erotic. His cock was in the grip of a young woman, whose breasts were exposed and heaving and he and she were both under the low branches of a mango tree, outside the circle of direct light, even though they could very well be spotted by anyone looking on. Her grip relaxed and immediately the cock swelled to its largest ever dimensions in recent times. As she felt it fill out more, she instinctively closed in on it again. It had the effect of pumping the cock.  

Sameer groaned and involuntarily pumped his hips as the fist provided him with relief.  The girl stared down at her hand. She had in her grip a handful of Sameer's garment and in it was wrapped an obscenely large cock. Her pussy juiced up even as she realized the enormity of the situation she had let herself in for. She let of the cock and rested back on the trunk of the tree, both hands behind her, gripping the trunk. The hands behind her back only served to thrust out her proud and heaving breasts some more.  She looked into Sameer's face who looked right back.



And then his eyes wandered down to the breasts, succulent and topped by magnificent nipples. All bathed in pales shades for the lack of full lighting. Her eyes flickered, her throat dried up and her lips parted ever so slightly. She didn't move; she didn't dare to move.  Sameer's hands came up to gently rest on the breasts, cupping them lightly, as if weighing the precious booty. Manga gasped, her body shivered and she gripped the trunk of the tree behind her ever more tightly. 

Her chest was now thrust out and up, and her awareness and control of the situation melted away.  The rough, coarse hands of Sameer held the breasts and the thumbs flicked the nipples. "So this is the woman who my son was to marry," he whispered.  Manga nodded. Then, realizing that her might-have-been father-in-law was taking the original discussion further, she let her hand drop back to his dhoti  .  Her hand found a way in and she touched the bare skin of his thigh. Navigating from there she felt around for that monster of a cock. From her position her hand could not claim it. She shifted the position of her wrist; with the palm facing upward she was able to take the shaft in her hand the way she would hold a bat. Her fingertips touched his balls and the palm of her hand had the trunk of his cock.

The head touched her wrist.  "And this is the specimen of manhood your clan has to offer," she whispered in reply. She ran her thumb along the length of the cock, back to front, and then she encountered wetness, followed by the head. As her thumb rounded the head of his cock, Sameer shuddered. His hands gripped the breasts firmly in his hands as a reflex action. The pinching effect on her nipples hurt her and she winced, but bolts of pain felt so pleasurable!  She gripped his cock and masturbated him, stroking forward and back, gently but firmly. Sameer kneaded the breasts and soon his hands ran down the sides of her body and he was stroking the roll of flesh at her bare hips.



Manga shifted from one foot to another as she felt her pussy start to flow.  "Mama!" she whispered her first acknowledgement that day of his seniority as she referred to him as she would refer to her father-in-law.   Sameer leaned over her, his head hunched over her head as his hips jerked and pumped as the fisting caused ripples of sensations through this body. He slowly lifted up the skirts and bunched them in his hands, pulling up more and more, baring his son's fiancé's strong legs. His hands went under and cupped her ass. She was wearing nothing under her skirts and with both hands he gripped her ass, lightly lifting her, testing her weight to see if he could lift her completely.  

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   Sonam (19) ,    Payal (18) -->  (nieces)

Amar (45) (Sameer's  friend)

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Very good update. You seems to like the old bastards fucking young girls. Most of your stories are on similar pattern.

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-5-

She rested back on the trunk and made it easier by bending her knees. Instinctively, this young woman who had no previous sexual experience worth mentioning lifted her legs.  She pulled at his garment, undoing it to the point his cock was bare and exposed. He lifted her level up to where his cock was nosing at her pussy. The wetness between them was obvious as cock and cunt kissed. Manga held on to her Mama's shoulders to hoist herself. Sameer maneuvered his hips to try and snag his cockhead in her crotch.  And as the manhood that she had so challenged touched her, Manga knew that she was going to be torn asunder by the monster. She grunted and squealed as she tried to spread herself more.

The cockhead nosed apart the wet but inexperienced cunt. Sameer's strong hands held her in his grip. He brought her over the cock and wiggled her. It had the effect of smearing her cunt on his cock head. But he held her there, like a threat. He was unsure of what to do next.  Through the haze of intense excitement, she too realized that this was the father of the man she was to marry. She could not fuck him. At least, she ought not to.  "Mama?" she asked.  "What shall we do beti?" he asked, addressing her in the fashion a man would address his daughter-in-law (beti).  "Let go of me!" she whispered, as she hoisted herself up further, and with wet lips spoke into his ear.  "And your challenge?" he asked.  "I have been answered, I think," she replied, "and have also shown you how womanly I am."

"What kind of man and woman could control themselves in this situation?" he asked her, his head bending to lip her nipples. He brushed his proud moustache against her skin and lips ran over the sweet, fruit-like offerings.  "A father-in-law and a daughter-in-law?" she asked, reaching between them and painting her furrow with the dripping wet cock.  "Should I let you marry my son?" he asked, tasting the salt of the day's sweat on her breasts. He continued licking at her and tonguing her nipples. Those breasts felt so full, so ripe and so tasty!  She looked down at the man devouring her and felt shots of electricity race to her cunt from her nipples. The question of marriage lay unresolved.  Manga reached up for the lower branches of the tree and pulled herself up.

Sameer felt his large powerful hands lose control of her as her weight rose off him. She hovered over his cock now, completely in charge of her own body, ready to resolve the issue of her marriage by conquering him.  The new raised position of her body allowed him to suck in more of her breasts and she was wet now with his saliva. His fingers, free from holding up her weight, pulled at her cunt lips from either direction. The moment Manga felt the cockhead at her gateway, she let her body down and impaled the waiting monstrosity that his cock was.  It was a brave thing to do, for a virgin cunt to slam down on such a weapon of a cock. But ignorance is bliss and the deed was done. The pain was unbearable as her cunt seared open to the hot cock plunging up. Her weight carried her on and she could not stop herself. The cunt sank fully and he was up in her womb, twitching and pulsating before she could even register the fuck.

Sameer howled with pleasure as he felt the velvet sleeve of the virgin cunt grip his cock. Sensations ripped through his being and he briefly felt her hymen resist even as he tore into her. Now more of her weight transferred to his hands and he held her as she quivered and shuddered on her crucifix. The insides of her thighs tensed to an unbearable point of pain in reflex. She let her body settle and relax, shivering and shuddering. 


As she whimpered, he held her steady, knowing she must be in pain. Her virginity was torn apart in brutal fashion. She clung to him. Tears welled up in her eyes and as the sensations gave way to pleasure, she actually wanted to feel all of that again. It seemed impossible, why would anyone want to feel that brutal pain and stretching again? But nature took over and her instincts made her want more. Once again, her weight transferred to her hands and his hands were freer now to manipulate her body again. Sameer ripped off what was left of her blouse and let it drop to the bed of leaves below.  As she lifted herself up, her body stretched out magnificently. He saw the ripple of well toned arms as her hands stretched upward.

The arms led to the round of her shoulders. Her muscles were taut with the stress of lifting up her body and flowed into her breasts which were stretched and pouting upward as her body was one long stretch of flesh from torso to fingertips.  Light played games on the curves, the hills and valleys of her breasts, shoulder, stomach and thighs. Her body glistened and Sameer marvelled at the woman's young taut and flexible body.  She sank down on his cock for the second time, this time with more assurance and she felt a surge of fluid flow out of her. Sameer felt his own pubic hair soak and the fluid race down his balls and thighs. It could have been blood or it could have been her juices. He did not have any way of knowing and he did not care.  His hands cupped her ass and gratefully accepted her weight, while her flesh opened out fully once again and settled down around his aching cock. 



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she hissed as her cunt distended and filled up to the neck of her womb. She laughed and threw her head back, her eyes closed, savouring the massaging of flesh on flesh.  Now she lifted and dropped herself again. And again, and again. "Take that, Mama! Take that you animal! Take that, father of my man!" she repeated over and over again with every thrust and parry of her body down on his waiting cock.  As she lifted and dropped herself, the branches of the tree sagged and bowed. Her thrusts were met by the rustle of leaves as she humped him. The branches shook and the leaves told their own tale with every thrust down of Sameer's daughter-in-law down on her father-in-law's cock.  Sameer gave himself up to the intense pleasure of being sheathed by a tight virgin cunt. His cock was broad and head round and was well gripped by most of the pussies he had encountered.

But this was a near-first and the tightness was maddening.  He gripped her ass cheeks and decided that he must drive the pleasure process for a few thrusts. He lifted her up, higher, aided by her own efforts, and when she least expected it, let her down with no support on her way down. The thrusting of the cock into her cunt was more powerful than ever and Manga started to sob in pleasure.  Her back was raw from the abrasions from the tree trunk. Her thighs aching from the impossibly wide stretch. Her muscles were sore from the sudden and brutal exercise. But her cunt wanted more. And more she took. And gave.  The fucking became more and more violent as each tried to undo the other. Soon the grunts and cries, and the rustling of leaves was joined by the thumping sound of mangoes hitting the ground. Young mangoes were being dislodged by the vigorous shaking of branches and the fruit were landing on the bed of leaves below with thumps. 



The wild couple tried to slow down their tempo and bring some rhythm to try save the mangoes, and more importantly, to avoid attracting attention. But the sexual chemistry was too violent to tame.

And soon they had attention.

"Who is that stealing our mangoes?" called out the gardener.

Both of them froze. Manga let go of the branches and put her arms around Sameer's shoulders and hoisted herself on, but in the process she was almost entirely off his cock. Her legs were no longer spread out as she had managed before. Therefore she clung on to his shoulder and tried to avoid slipping down on his cock. She was sure she would be torn apart if she did not spread herself out and she didn't want to risk that.

She tried to let her legs down but Sameer would have none of it. He gripped her thighs hard and kept her around his hips. There was a struggle of him wanting to plunge back into her hut throbbing pussy and she wanting to avoid getting plundered open.

As she tried to keep off and he tried to thrust up into her, he looked towards the house only to see his wife peering towards the mango tree. He walked with girl wrapped around him away from the house, beyond the mango tree, towards the cowshed at the back. With each step was a shuffle of feet and leaves gave away his movements. With each step was the bouncing of her body and the cunt nosed, rode, or sank, to varying extents at varying times on his bobbing cock.

The gardner walked towards the mango trees, "Who is there?"

"Haaaah!" came a low scream from Manga as in one his steps Sameer speared her fully. He felt good when he sank in fully, for he could hardly bear the waiting. For the next few steps he was nestled in her and the progress to the shed was slower. But it was more pleasurable as they jiggled and fucked with every move. Manga's eyes were on the moving form of her mother-in-law and she quickly whispered to her Mama, "Take us away quickly, we will fuck later, elsewhere. Stop now!"

The urgency in her voice was not lost on Sameer, he lifted her off his cock and staggered towards the cowshed. As soon as they were in, he rested his aching arms by letting her lean on a buffalo. Manga let her arms rest and spread herself back on the buffalo, her ass still in Sameer's hands. Immediately, Sameer fucked her hard and fast giving himself relief from the build up caused by the interruption at the mango grove.

The squelching sounds and the whimpering from the fucking filled the shed and the buffalo shuffled its feet under the powerful thrusts from  Sameer. Manga grabbed Sameer's shoulders as she lost balance. Once again she was wrapped around his hips fucking him hard.

Nothing, it seemed nothing, could hold them back from fucking. They just had to try to tame one another and intense lust had gripped them.

Now they heard footsteps outside the cowshed. There was only one way for Sameer to prevent anyone from entering the shed. He carried Manga to the door of the shed so that she leaned on the door, making it difficult, if not impossible for anyone to push it in and enter.

It also allowed him to continue to fucking her, for he felt he would go mad if the thrusting were to stop. He just had to have that hot, wet, bubbling cunt ride him. Now, as he thrust, the thump of her body against the metal door became the drumbeat of their lust. Their fucking tapped its rhythm on the metal. Manga's fingers were over the top of the door as she reached up and behind to steady herself.

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" Sameer! You animal!" she hissed.

"You whore!" he snarled at her, fucking her up twice harder for good measure.

"Who is that?" came up a voice from real close.

"It's me! Go away from here!" replied Sameer gruffly.

The maid there recognized the voice of the man who no one dared defy and stopped short. Those fingers which she spotted on the top of the door were not a man's. The feet which she could see at the foot of the door were pointing towards the door

The door itself was bending as if pressure were being applied on it and with each bend, came a thump. The thumps came in a rhythm she had once been accustomed to, though not lately, leaving her in no doubt as to what was going on. What she did not, and could not know, was who.

But that was not such a big matter for she knew Sameer saheb fucked at will. Discreet, and resigned over the years to the ways of his feudal lordship she moved off, and maintained a watch from afar.

As the footsteps receded, both Sameer and Manga needed to rest their limbs and he allowed her to slide down, all along the metal door. Her descending body yanked his cock downwards till it eventually slid out, and sprang up when released, smearing itself on her belly. Then as she slid further, it nestled against her breasts. Sameer held her by her armpits, luxuriating in the warmth of the valley of her breasts. And then her face was in his groin.


She stared in fascination at the magnificent specimen of maleness. "This is worth losing my virginity for," she thought to herself. And she did something she had seen the porn movies that the girls at the college hostel had once brought. She kissed the cock, tasting herself and him, but of course, not knowing which flavor was male and which female. She opened her lips and allowed him to sink into the wet warm recess of her mouth.  Sameer put his hand on her pretty head of beautiful hair and fucked her face. "God! This woman knows it all. This has been worth the debauchery!" he thought to himself. "I must have her in my house."  Manga's hand closed over the cylinder of flesh as she pumped in and out of her mouth and then suddenly she let go.

She sank to the straw on the floor of the cowshed and now was kneeling to make a thick enough bed of hay for them to lie on and fuck. As she knelt and went about this task, she could see from the gap at the foot of the door Sameer's wife standing at the rear veranda of the house looking towards the cowshed.  Sameer was meanwhile transfixed by the sight of his son's fiancé on all fours in front of him. Her hips were provocatively wiggling and her knees were sufficiently apart. He knelt behind her and raised her skirt, exposing her once again. A hand went under her and he held her soft stomach. With his other hand he guided his cock, slathering the valley between her legs. It touched her anus, her perineum and her coarse haired pussy. The slit was gaping open and wet and took but a moment to absorb his cock.  Manga gasped as new spots in her pussy were now caressed by that knobby monster. She braced herself on all fours allowing Sameer to ride her.

Soon his hands came up to grip her breasts. He held her hard, pinching her nipples. Then he raised himself on one knee. From this position of strength, he fucked her hard.  With each thrust, Manga sobbed out her pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the hot pillar pounding her. Waves of orgasms poured out of her cunt. When her eyes were open they naturally wandered to the wife standing on the veranda. Her would be mother-in-law stood there, picking up wafts of sounds emanating from the cowshed.  Manga's eyes opened with shock with Sameer changed the angle and the rearing cock head touched her g-spot. She blabbered out loud and wildly,
"maaaaaaaamaaaaa.. ! Oh fuck! Yes, take me. Make in me that child which you wanted. Yah, yah, yah!"  She started to buck and thrash back at  Sameer. His cock twisted and turned and he felt her pussy walls contracting and ravaging his cock. The throes of her orgasm had her bucking like a cow mounted by a bull and he gripped her breasts hard to hang on to her. His fingers were surely making their mark on her tender skin but those breasts were so ripe, and so asking to be eaten!  Manga noticed Sameer's shuddering and loss of control when she moved and twisted on that cock. Now was the time for her to drive her point. She leaned forward and allowed his cock to slide almost entirely out.  Sameer wildly lunged forward to find the hot wet nesting place again. Manga skilfully avoided him.

As she leaned further forward, the angle of cunt to cock changed and Sameer risked losing her pussy completely. He stopped so that at least he wouldn't lose the positioning.  She now gently rode back, the pussy only gliding over the exposed and raging head.  Sameer shuddered. He thrust his hips forward, allowing his cock to project outward, fully exposed, ready to take the gripping cunt's caress on his cock. But it never came.  Manga had turned her head and was looking back at him. Her lustrous black hair was undone and framed her face, her shoulders, and her breasts. She smiled at him. He groaned and caressed her buttocks, kneading them and running his fingernails all the way up to her shoulders. She shuddered and shivered from the touch.  But her hips stayed perfectly still. "This," she said with a quick backward jab of her pussy, "is what you want, isn't it?"  

Sameer shuddered and his neck and head went into spasms. "Y...ye...... yessssssssss!" he hissed.  "Then," she continued with a harder jab, "how will you get it" -- and here she fucked him really hard- "if I am not in your house?" and in conclusion she rotated her cunt pulling his cock in all directions.  "You can be in my house. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! You bitch! You whore! You slut!" shouted Sameer as his nails dug into the fleshy ass.  "But how?" pushed on Manga, holding her cunt away from him and leaning forward to the edge of a 'slip-out'.  "Marry -- uh- my- yaah- sonnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" wailed Sameer, each grunt being his response to her expert jabbing fucks backward.  "Then you can have me anytime you want," panted Manga as she felt the waves rising up in her again.  "Can I fuck you like the bitch you are?" implored Sameer, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered her head and presented her ass upward to him. She was giving him control once again, now that they had a deal.  

"Yes, take me! As much as you want! I cannot do without your fulfilling cock!" begged the woman who was at least 32 years younger than her Mama,  Sameer Reddy.   Sameer needed to spill his seed and cum and fill her now. He just had to. This girl's tight and gripping cunt, her gymnastics, her sauciness and the sheer illicitness of their mating was all too much for Sameer.  He moved into the mating rhythm and started to pound in and out mercilessly. Manga was reduced to a whimpering and quivering mass of exploding flesh as orgasm after orgasm wrenched out of her poor, ravaged pussy. From virgin to an hour (or more?) long fuck in one night was a bit too much.  Then as her own pleasure subsided and her mind started to notice what stage he was in she realized he was going to fill her with his seed. Could she allow that? Impregnation by a man other than her husband. That too his father? She thought about pulling out at the time that he would start to cum. But she also felt her own need to feel that hot boiling semen surge in her.  

Her pussy was aching from the pounding they had given each other and she figured the surging fluids would help. But pregnancy?  "I am going to fill you with my seed, beti!" groaned  Sameer as he felt his cock respond to the incessant pounding. From deep within his body, everything seemed to be gathering up to pour out his lust into this young woman who was kneeling in front of him. His hands reached under and felt the soft, hanging breasts jiggle as the fucking continued unabated. "You are now going to give us the next generation of Sameers!" he declared triumphantly.  Manga had the answer in a moment of hearing that. Yes, it was the same genetic line, father or son she rationalized to herself. Any explanation would have done, she needed just something to allow her to take what she so desperately wanted.  She leaned forward and  Sameer slipped out.  

"What the...............!" he bellowed. His cock lurching and jerking wildly as it missed its warm clutching cunt.  Manga lay down and opened her legs wide. Her breasts lay open, spread and mauled with finger nail marks and saliva smeared. Her cunt was wide, red and ravaged. Her eyes were sparkling with desire. And her arms were outstretched inviting Sameer Reddy.  "Come, fill me the way a woman is supposed to be filled!" she invited him.   Sameer kneeled between her legs and sank in the pool of wetness. The cunt which had been gripping and tight was now open and lubricated. He pulled out and used the cloth of his dhoti to dry himself and did the same with her outer lips.  She braced herself. He thrust. The pleasure was searing as her cunt received the hot pillar and the nerves carried the message of thrill to her brain. She bucked her hips and hollered, "Fuck me  Sameer. Fill me! Take me! Take your son's fiancé! Yes, fuckkkkkkkkkk!"  

Sameer rested his chest on those magnificent breasts and his hips pistoned in and out of her cunt. His seed boiled up and when his first spurt came, he pressed himself deep inside, his back arched, his head thrown back, so that at the time of the shooting of semen he was as deeply embedded in her as could be.  The head of the cock was almost at her womb and when the semen came it splashed out deep into her recesses.  As the warm surge spread inside her, Manga's nails violently dug into  Sameer's ass. She squeezed and yanked, pulled and cajoled. She wanted every drop.   Sameer pulled back and thrust back in harder. Another big dollop of semen released into her. She gasped. This was a huge flooding. And with another thrust he filled her more, this time the mixed juices flowing outwards as he pulled to fuck again. 



The violent thrusting made her shudder and wail as she too came.  "Maaaaaaaamaaaaaa ! Make me yours! Make us that child!" she wailed  "Beti. Beti. Yes, beti" he panted in short terse words as his spurting cock became the centre of his world. It was as if he was entirely pouring into her.  Her hands ran up and down his back, his ass and his hips as she caressed him. They shook and shuddered. Juices exchanged and released. The jerking and thrusting slowly gave way to shudders and shivers. She sighed in contentment. This was going to be a happy marriage if she had  Sameer Reddy, sexually and authoritatively, on her side.  Her reasons for getting into this, and now her hopes as she completed it, were different.

What had started as a challenge and then become a control game, was now to be sought out for the pleasure.  "Come into my house as a bride!" he whispered into her ear, as his cock receded, losing the powerful hardness which she had made it acquire.  "But not yours," she replied wiggling her hips.  Sameer spasmed as her muscles squeezed out the edges of his rapidly diminishing orgasm.  "I didn't say that. But I want you in my house. To take and be taken as we please," he insisted.  

"Is that a promise?" she asked, the thrill of this man's strong fucking making her fuck him now. Her pounding cunt found only a small jut of tender flesh where a large rampant cock had been. He was sensitive as ever still, and quivered.

"Aaah! What do you want now?" he mumbled.

"You!" she replied shamelessly.

"You have me!" he confessed.

"When is the wedding?" she asked.

"As planned."

"And us?"

"As and when we can."

The maid noticed the quiet descend on the cowshed. The rustling, the thumping on the metal door, the shuffling of hay, the cows stomping their feet and the occasional mooing, and the muffled moans and mumbling had all subsided.

It was quiet once again. She watched as the woman opened the door of the cowshed. The woman waited, and peered about. The maid could not see who it was. But she clearly had no blouse on and was just clutching the remnants of the blouse to her chest. As the woman ran, she was briefly visible in the light of the tube at the pump house. Her ghagra (skirt) seemed crumpled and what were those brown stains on the back?

Sameer stepped out, smoothing his long flowing kurta. He seemed to stagger. It was too late for the maid to discreetly vanish from the scene. She called out to him, "Listen sir! Dinner is served! Come on in!"

"Yes, coming!" replied Sameer as he bent to pick up a half ripe mango from the scattering of raw fruit that now lay on the leaves below the trees. It certainly was a good evening to have in the season when fruit ripens, he mused.

[Karthik Ramarajan]

Amazing update Story name changed. your signature still shows the old name.

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Manga

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Very good update. You seems to like the old bastards fucking young girls. Most of your stories are on similar pattern.

The two stories I completed are about young couples...you can read Fever to Bhabhi, Tuition Master..

Even in bored house wives story there are many younger characters 

In this story also you will see different age group characters going forward...don't want to reveal now

Thank you for asking

[Yesudoss]

Great going. Manga has tested the roots of her future husband and must be happy and contented :)