Incest That Trip to... Topchanchi (COMPLETE)

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The Ashtami day had passed of rather uneventfully and now it was evening and Durga Puja pandels all over India were getting ready for the Sandhi Puja. 

Rudra and Ritu had planned their moves as well as they could but then in an operation as complex as this, many things could go wrong.

"Kid, have you checked that bangle on your wrist?" Both Rudra and Ritu were wearing a small, nondescript metallic bangle on their wrist and this was the third or fourth time that Ritu was checking on this.

"Yes, Ma ... do not worry."

"Ok, you go and wait." Ritu whispered. "I will let you know when we come."

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Ritu was absolutely ravishing that night. She had had a bath and had shampooed her hair in the afternoon and now it was spread all over her back. She was wearing a white muslin saree, so sheer that it was about as see-through as any fabric could be and it was edged with a fiery red-and-gold border that showed up in sharp contrast. She had tied it low, well below her navel and one could just about see, or imagine, the crack of her buttock just where the saree was clinging to the flare of her hips. For her upper body, she had thin, sleeveless blouse that could barely contain the swell and sway of her breasts leaving vast swathes of her dusky shoulders, back and belly visible to the lustful looks of any red-blooded male. She had lined her eyes with kohl and in a dash of extravagance had drawn a bold bindi on her forehead that almost looked like the third eye of the Goddess herself

The Thakur too was dressed rather magnificently tonight. He had Budhia and Chotu massage his body and had gelled his head of thick, white and long hair till it flowed over his shoulders in a leonine mane. He had traded the traditional regal sherwani for a rough, sleeveless body fitting dress that not only showed off his big, tattooed biceps but also, unwittingly, revealed his bloated paunch that sagged over a pair of loose, patiala style pants.

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The Thakur and his Rani (Ritu) were sitting in the drawing room, sipping from squat crystalware filled with the golden smoothness of Glenmorangie Signet. The air conditioner was humming quietly in the corner and "Fucking in the Rain" from Pornhub was playing through Chromecast on the giant 65 inch TV on the wall.

"Ah what giant prick that fellow has ...." Ritu gushed as if she was salivating at the thought of being drilled.

"More than his prick, I admire his athleticism ..." added the Thakur. "Oh god! That wench is actually hanging from his prick." He suddenly pulled Ritu to his side and started fondling her breasts.

"She has her hands around his neck and his prick is stuck in her cunt." Her hands were stroking against his crotch.

"Hey you, come and sit on my lap."

"Not yet, not yet, not here ... oh wow, watch. She is upside down."

"That is impossible."

"They must be acrobats from a circus"

"Her thighs are around his neck ..."

"He is sucking at her cunt"

"And she is hanging head down .."

"With is prick in her mouth ."

"A vertical 69." Suddenly the Thakur could not take it any longer and grabbed Ritu by her head and started kissing her on her lips.

"Wait, Thakur-ji, Wait." Ritu freed herself from him. "The night is still young and a lot of scotch is still left in the bottle."

"Scotch can wait."

"And so will I ... but the real pleasure of the hunt is in the chase. Not in the fuck"

"I know. I have been chasing you since the day Raghu brought you in from the jungle."

"I know ... and I love being chased by you. Or why do you think I came back here."

"But why did you run away then?"

"I was a kid then. Now I am more mature ... and can appreciate the good things in life"

"Like that 30 year scotch."

"Yes ... and hence all the more pleasurable for the seeker."