Incest The Game of Sasur Bahu

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Malika lay in her room, fingering her choot (pussy). Jabbar had been away for two days, and she hadn't had sex in two days. Just then, her phone rang, "Hello."

 
"Yes, I'm in Delhi. I'll be back tomorrow morning by 10." It was Jabbar.
 
After talking for a while, Malika put the phone aside and started rubbing her choot again. She was going crazy for lund (Lund (cock)). Then she thought of Kallan, so she picked up the phone and dialed his number.
 
"Hello!" Kallan answered the phone. Written by Maitri.
 
"What are you doing, you rascal?"
 
"I'm just getting ready to leave." Jabbar had deposited the remaining money into Kallan's account yesterday. Kallan's work was done, and he was going away for another two or three months.
 
"Where are you going, leaving me here in agony? You chutiya (bastard), Jabbar is in Delhi. Come here and quench my thirst and me."
 
"I can't take the chance of going there. If someone sees us, it won't take long for the whole thing to be exposed. Anyway, if you want, you can come here; I'll leave tomorrow." Kallan was also tempted to fuck Malika. Presented by Maitri.
 
"Okay, you bhosadike (bastard), I'll come myself. That chodu (bastard) will come tomorrow morning. I'll come, but where do I visit you?"
 
"There's that 'Fiesta' cafe in the city's Chowk Bazaar. Come there. I'll take you home from there. What time will you arrive?"
 
"I'll reach 'Fiesta' by 3 o'clock." She looked at the wall clock.
 
"Okay."
 
"They say that even the most cunning criminal makes a mistake, and here Kallan made three. His first mistake was the day Malika called him after returning from Bangalore and told him her location in the city. He used to change his locations every few days, but Malika had come to almost every one of his locations to get fucked. His second mistake was postponing his trip to the next day.
 
He wouldn't have suffered the consequences of these two mistakes if he hadn't made a third mistake: he went to the 11:30 pm movie show at the Chowk Bazaar multiplex. You might be wondering if Kallan was a college student who would have made a mistake by bunking a movie. But no, friends, watch how that movie lands Kallan in the biggest trouble of his life.
 
Dushyant Verma's detective, Manish, was watching a movie with his girlfriend, Pooja, or rather, he was watching the movie while kissing and licking her. "Ahh... the interval is about to come, the lights will come on, leave it now!" Pooja pushed him away.
 
"Okay, Baba!" Just then, the lights came on. "Would you like a cold drink or coffee?" Manish stood up and started to get down. Their seats were in the corner of the last row.
 
"Bring a cold drink and popcorn too." Created by Maitri.
 
"Okay."
 
The show was going houseful, and the refreshment counters were crowded. Manish stood in a line, waiting for his turn, looking around, when his eyes fell on a tall man in the adjacent line. He looked exactly like the tribal man he was looking for in the mobile photo. He had changed his appearance. He had a French-cut beard...it was him.
 
But then he felt he needed to confirm the matter first. He immediately called Dushyant Verma, the only two people at the agency who knew about the case. "Sir, I'm Manish," he said, and explained the entire story.
 
"Manish, somehow take a photo of that man with your mobile camera and send it to me. I'm here in the Mumbai office. I'll check both photos from there and let you know."
 
Manish resumed watching the movie with Pooja. The man was sitting three rows below them, in the center corner seat of the adjacent block of seats. Manish was holding Pooja in his arms and caressing her, but his eyes were constantly fixed on the man. His phone rang, "Yes, sir?"
 
"You're right, Manish, this is the same person. Now you do one thing. I'm not there. Now you have to handle everything. I'll inform Yashveer that he should reach the city, and you should follow this man like a shadow. I'll also give Yash your number." I'll call the office. A man will give you the kit outside the hall after the show is over, okay? Handle everything very carefully, son. We have to capture this man. We can't go to the security officer because we don't have any solid evidence. So, we have to get him to confess everything first. Okay, beta. Best of luck!"
 
"Thanks, sir."

"Are you talking about work here too?"

"Sorry, darling." Manish hugged an upset Pooja, kissed her, and squeezed her breasts over her top.

"Oh... you madarchod (M fucker)... you idiot (chutiya)," Pooja whispered in amusement. The two remained clinging to each other like this until the movie ended.

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father-in-law and daughter-in-law game part 13

Definitions

Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick
Choot= pussy,
Bhos= Big cunt.
Gaand= An ass.
 
The search for the murderer begins, and sex also remains...
 
Part 13

Continued from the previous part...

 
The movie was just about to end. "Pooja!" Manish whispered into his girlfriend's ear, holding her close in his arms.
 
"Hmm?"
 
"Do you see that guy in the black shirt, three rows down, in the center-corner seat?"
 
"Who? The one who's laughing?" Pooja turned her head to look while still nestled in Manish's embrace.
 
"Yes, that's him." Written by Maitri.
 
"Who is he?"
 
"A criminal I've been hunting for. Will you help me catch him today?"
 
"Is that even something you need to ask? What do I have to do?"
 
"I'm going to slip out right now and get my bike from the parking lot; otherwise, it'll get too crowded later, and he might manage to slip away from us. You stay a short distance behind him—follow him out—and see which direction he heads. If he makes for the parking lot, give me a call; otherwise, just keep following him carefully. I'll be waiting for you at the main gate with the bike."
 
"Alright."
 
Manish hurried out of the theater hall and was making his way toward the parking lot when his mobile phone rang. "Hello?"
 
"Manish, it's Amin. I've brought the kit."
 
"Excellent, buddy. Come on over to the parking lot."
 
A short while later, he held in his hands a belt-pouch containing a nylon rope, a pair of handcuffs, a cloth napkin, and a small vial of chloroform. This was the kit; Manish slung it around his neck, started his bike, and immediately headed to the main gate. By then, the show had ended, and the entire crowd was slowly streaming out. At the gate, he spotted Pooja. "Manish, look over there! He's getting into that auto-rickshaw!" She hopped onto the seat behind him, and Manish maneuvered his bike to follow right behind Kallan's auto.
 
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Raja Sahib, accompanied by Menaka, arrived in Rajpura from her maternal home at eleven o'clock and headed straight to the office. Inside his private chamber, he embraced his daughter-in-law—as was his custom—and began to kiss her; she, in turn—true to form—flustered and flustered, tried to break free from his hold.
 
"Oh... you’re absolutely crazy! Someday, someone is bound to catch us," she said, grabbing his hair and gently pulling his face away from her neck. Maitri's creation.
 
"You worry far too much for no reason. Nothing will happen," he reassured her, his hands caressing her bare waist. "Don't be anxious. We don't have the time right now; I have to head into the city to meet my lawyer. There is some urgent business to attend to."
 
"What...? You're leaving again?" Menaka asked with a hint of annoyance.
 
"Well, look at that! Just a moment ago you were pushing me away, and now that I’m actually leaving, you’re getting upset."
 
"I only object to this sort of thing here in the office; I certainly wouldn't stop you when we're at home," she murmured, resting her head against his chest.
 
Raja Sahib chuckled, cupped her face in his hands, and began to kiss her luscious lips. They continued kissing for a while before Raja Sahib finally released her lips. "Alright, I must be off now."
 
"Come back soon."
 
"Okay."
 
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When Dushyant Verma’s call came through, Raja Sahib was in the midst of dictating his new will to his lawyer—a document in which he was bequeathing his entire estate to Menaka.

 
"Hey, Yash! Just as you suggested, only Manish is currently on the trail. I haven't sent anyone else to assist him. This kind of work carries a great deal of risk. However, if you think it necessary, I can assign a few more people to the task."
 
"No, Dushyant, don't do that. Don't worry; I won't let Manish face any kind of danger. Just give me his number; I’ll speak with him directly and handle the further planning myself."
 
"Okay, Yash. Here is his number." Written by Maitri.
 
Kallan’s auto-rickshaw was halted at a traffic signal. Two vehicles behind him, Manish and Pooja were riding on a bike. "Pooja, take an auto from here and go home. I have no idea where this guy is headed. It could be dangerous up ahead."
 
"Manish, I'm terrified. I'm staying right here with you."
 
"Listen to me, Pooja—nothing is going to happen to me. You go home. I'll call you. Come on, look—that auto over there is empty... go."
 
"Manish..."
 
"Nothing will happen to me, darling; don't worry. Look, the light is about to turn green. Hurry up and catch that auto."
 
"Alright. I'll be waiting for your call." You are reading Maitri's creation.
 
Manish now continued chasing Kallan all by himself. When his mobile rang, he switched on his hands-free device. "Hello?"
 
"Hmm... this is Yashveer Singh speaking, Manish. Where are you right now?"
 
"Namaste, Sir. It looks like this guy is heading toward Chowk Bazaar. I'm chasing his auto on my bike."
 
"Alright, we'll meet you there," and the call disconnected.
A short while later, Manish was sitting with Raja Saheb in his Scorpio. The vehicle was parked in front of the 'Fiesta' Café—the very place Kallan had entered just moments before. A little later, a car pulled up, and Malika stepped out and walked into the café.
 
"Sir... that's her! That motherfucker..."
 
"Yes, Manish. Now it’s no longer just a suspicion, but an absolute certainty: this man is Jabbar's accomplice, and he had a hand in our son's death." Just then, the two of them emerged from the café, got into Malika's car, and drove off. Manish sprinted back to his bike, and once again, he and Raja Saheb resumed their pursuit of Kallan. Malika pulled the car to a halt in front of a cheap hotel and, along with Kallan, went inside.
 
Inside the hotel room, Malika and Kallan were kissing each other madly as they stripped off each other's clothes. "How I have pined for you, you cruel man!" Malika yanked down Kallan's pants in a single swift motion, then bent down and took his Lund (cock) deep into her mouth. Standing right there, Kallan grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. As she sucked his Lund (cock), Malika wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and slid a finger into his asshole.

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"Yeah... ahh," Kallan moaned in ecstasy. He began thrusting his hips even faster. Malika released his Lund (cock), pushed him back onto the bed, then climbed onto his chest, positioning her pussy right over his face; once again, she took his Lund (cock) into her mouth and began to suck. As he kneaded her ass, Kallan slid his tongue deep inside her pussy and began to lick her clitoris.

 
Malika began to grind her hips in frenzy, moaning ecstatically as she lost herself in the pleasure. Kallan held her firmly, his tongue darting rapidly in and out of her Choot (pussy). Suddenly, Malika pressed her Choot (pussy) hard against his face; pulling his Lund (cock) out of her mouth, she buried her face deep in his pubic hair—she had just climaxed. Kallan continued to lick up the juices flowing from her Choot (pussy). As Malika regained her composure, she grabbed his Lund (cock) and began to stroke it vigorously, using her tongue to tease the tip. Now it was Kallan's turn; his hips began to thrust involuntarily. Malika cupped his balls in her hands and squeezed gently as she took his entire Lund (Lund (cock)) deep into her mouth. As his Lund (Lund (cock)) slid past her lips and down her throat, she began to bob her head up and down, essentially fucking her own mouth.
 
The pressure of Malika's hands on his balls, combined with the rhythmic motion of her mouth, brought Kallan to a swift climax—which Malika happily swallowed. For a while, they lay there just as they were; Kallan continued to caress her Gannd (ass), while Malika gently licked his Lund (cock). Before long, his Lund (cock) began to stiffen again; Malika shifted her position, climbing on top of Kallan, and began to kiss him. Kallan ran his hands soothingly over her naked back and waist. Written by Maitri.
 
He gathered her into his arms, rolled onto his side, and climbed on top of her. As he kissed her neck, he cupped her breasts in his hands and began to squeeze them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, then took one breast into his mouth while simultaneously kneading the other with his free hand.
 
"...Oooh... oh... squeeze harder, you brute... harder still... now suck this one," she urged, guiding one of her breasts into his mouth with her own hands.
 
"Ahnn... ahnnn... yeah... just like that..." Malika moved her hand down, grasped his Lund (cock), positioned it against her Choot (pussy), and began to guide it inside. Kallan gave a thrust, and his Lund (cock) slid halfway in. "Aiiiyyy! Bahanchod (sister fucker)" Malika cried out.
 
With a second thrust, his Lund (cock) slid all the way in, and Kallan began to pound her. Clinging tightly to one another, they kissed passionately. Kallan alternated between kissing her face and her boobs—sucking and kneading them—while Malika responded to his kisses by digging her fingernails into his back and buttocks. Malika ground her hips hard against Kallan's Gannd (ass); she had wrapped her legs around his waist and was thrusting her hips in perfect rhythm with his strokes.
 
The pace of his thrusts quickened, and moments later, Malika’s Choot (pussy) began to flow her pulp with wetness. In the heat of the moment, Kallan clamped his lips tightly around one of her nipples; her body began to convulse with spasms of pleasure as his Lund (cock) filled her Choot (pussy) with his release.
 
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Part 14

Definitions
Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick
Choot= pussy,
Bhos= Big cunt.
Gaand= An ass.
 
From previous part………………….
 
Outside the hotel, Manish sat in Rajasahab's car, showing him the contents of his kit. "And this, Sir, is chloroform—the tool we use to incapacitate our target and take them into custody."
 
"Do you guys actually have legal authorization to use all this?"
 
"No, Sir—but to catch people like him, we have to resort to such methods," Manish said with a smile.
 
"Look there, Sir—both of them are coming out now. I'll head over to my bike," Manish said, opening the door and quickly rushing off toward his motorcycle; his kit, however, had been left behind in the car.
 
Kallan and Malika got back into their car and drove off, with Rajasahab and Manish following close behind. Their car was now speeding along the road leading out of the city. While driving, Rajasahab called Menaka; evening had fallen, and he knew she would likely be waiting for him. He had no idea how long it would take to apprehend this man. "Hello? It's Yashveer speaking. I won't be coming home tonight."
 
"What kind of behavior is this? Here I am, waiting for you and you just... honestly! What on earth is this urgent business with the lawyer?"
 
"Oh, come on—something ‘did’ come up. Don't be upset; I'll be back with you by tomorrow morning. Alright? Okay, bye!"
 
Even while speaking on the phone, he never took his eyes off the car ahead. As he took a left turn, he suddenly found himself stuck amidst a religious procession. Malika's car, however, had managed to pass through just before the procession spilled onto the road. Rajasahab nimbly swerved his car into a side alley, though Manish wasn't quite as quick. A short while later, having navigated through the maze of alleys, Rajasahab emerged back onto the main road. Accelerating rapidly, he began scanning the area in search of the other car. After about three or four minutes, they spotted the car and began tailing it.
 
Manish somehow managed to maneuver his bike out of the traffic jam, but the moment he tried to pick up speed, the bike sputtered and stalled. "Shit! Madarchod (Motherfucker)—what the hell happened to it now?" He hopped off instantly to check the bike, but it still wouldn't start. He immediately dialed Rajasahab. "Sir, first I got stuck in a jam, and now my bike has broken down. Where have you reached?" Written by Maitri.
 
Rajasahab’s mind worked swiftly; today, Jabbar’s man was going to die at his hands, and he certainly didn't want any witnesses to the event.
"Manish, it looks like he’s slipped through our fingers. We lost him because of that procession. Don't worry about it; just get your bike fixed and head back. We’re heading back ourselves, too—though no amount of praise would be enough for you, son. You did a phenomenal job, but perhaps luck was on his side, which is why he didn't fall into our hands today."
 
"Thanks, Sir, but I wouldn't have felt truly at ease until he was actually captured."
 
"No matter. Alright, let's hang up now. We're driving."
 
"Okay, Sir."
 
Malika’s car had now left the city limits and entered a sparsely populated area. There were only a few scattered houses there—some of which were still under construction. None of the houses looked like places where a full family actually resided. The road the car was traveling on was flanked by an empty field on one side, while the other side featured just two houses, separated by a distance of about half a kilometer. Malika’s car finally came to a halt at the very end of the road, right in front of the second house; this was Kallen’s hideout. Presented by Maitri.
 
Rajasahab pulled his own car off the road and parked it about a kilometer back. He grabbed his kit, stepped out of the vehicle, skirted around behind the first house, and then sprinted toward the rear of Kallen’s residence. The car had come to a halt, and Kallan, having stepped out, walked around to the driver's side to speak with Malika, who was seated behind the wheel. Rajasahab approached the side of the house, took up a position nearby, and began to observe them covertly.


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"I haven't had nearly enough of you today; why are you leaving? Stay back—let's have fun all night long."

 
"Another time. It's just a matter of a month or two. I really have to go right now." He leaned in to kiss Malika, then slipped a hand beneath her top and gave her tits a squeeze. "Alright, I'm off."
 
"You're so cruel." She pressed against Kallan's Lund (cock) right through his trousers, then started the car, turned it around, and drove away. As soon as she was gone, Kallan turned around, walked up to the door of his house, and began fumbling with the lock.
 
"Excuse me, Sir." Hearing the voice, he spun around—only to have a strong hand clamp a cloth over his nose. He began to struggle, trying to push the man away, but it felt as though all the strength had drained from his body; nevertheless, summoning every ounce of his remaining power, he managed to shove the man back.
 
Kallan’s heart pounded with terror; the man looked exactly like Rajasahab—and he possessed the same formidable strength. Reeling from the shove, Rajasahab stumbled and fell. Kallan grabbed a brick lying nearby and hurled it at him, but Rajasahab dodged the attack and delivered a swift kick to Kallan's legs. As Kallan crashed to the ground, flat on his back, Rajasahab climbed atop his chest and pressed a chloroform-soaked napkin firmly against his nose. Kallan was now completely unconscious.
 
Rajasahab stood up and glanced around—the coast was clear. He retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a kit strapped to his waist; rolling Kallan onto his stomach, he pulled the man's arms behind his back and cuffed them securely. Then, he jogged over to fetch his car, loaded Kallan into the vehicle, and drove away from the scene.
 
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It was midnight, and Menaka lay in her bed, sleep miles away from her eyes. She was tormented by thoughts of Raja Sahib. She turned over, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she was instantly reminded of the intense fucking she had experienced just the previous night at her parents' home—specifically, how her father-in-law had thoroughly ravished her right under her mother's nose. As memories of their sexual encounter flooded back, her Choot (pussy) began to throb with desire, and she slipped a finger inside. Rubbing her thighs together, she began to thrust her finger in and out of her Choot (pussy). Even the light nightie she was wearing now felt heavy and stifling against her skin. She rose, stripped it off, and then—clutching a large pillow tightly against her chest—she began to rub her clitoris with her finger, seeking to quell the burning fire raging within her body. She was desperately required some good shots of her FIL’s Lund.
 
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Awesome narration.... Keep going Maitri... You're doing a great job with this story... keep it up..... All the best for your studies and this story.
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Awesome narration.... Keep going Maitri... You're doing a great job with this story... keep it up..... All the best for your studies and this story.
Thank you very much for reviving this story again

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