16-08-2025, 08:43 AM
The silence of the shop engulfs Ratan after Rita's departure. The scorching Chaitra afternoon sun pierces through the shutter's slits, casting jagged beams of light, but a fiercer fire burns within Ratan's body. His mind swirls with the wild laughter of Paglee, the softness of her touch, and Rita’s commanding, intoxicating presence. His half-hard cock throbs beneath his lungi, unsatisfied, as if his body’s hunger refuses to be sated.
Ratan leans against the counter, clutching a cold Pepsi bottle. He gulps it down, but the dryness in his throat persists. Rita’s parting words echo in his mind: “If you crave more pleasure, you know where to find me.” He knows pursuing this path could unravel his life, yet the primal urge pulsing through him won’t let him stop.
A soft knock at the shop’s door startles him, his heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? Cautiously, he peers through the gap. Rita stands outside, her eyes predatory, lips curled in a wicked smile. Beside her is Paglee, her tattered saree barely clinging to her body, her face smudged with dirt but her eyes gleaming with raw, inviting lust. Rita’s hand rests possessively on Paglee’s shoulder, as if presenting her as a gift.
“Open the door, Ratan,” Rita purrs, her voice soft but laced with authority. Ratan’s hands tremble, a storm of fear and excitement raging within him. He unlocks the door.
Rita and Paglee step inside. Paglee collapses onto the floor, giggling, her saree slipping to reveal the curve of her full breasts and rounded hips. Rita locks the door, the metallic clank echoing through the shop. Her gaze locks onto Ratan, her eyes burning with devilish fire.
“You’ve been craving Paglee, haven’t you?” Rita whispers, her hand trailing down Ratan’s chest. “Today’s your lucky day, Ratan. I brought her for you. The three of us will play a game you’ve never even dreamed of.”
Ratan’s breath grows heavy, his eyes darting to Paglee. She giggles, sliding her saree off her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts in the dim light—firm nipples, bronzed skin, and a wild allure despite the dirt. Her thick pubic hair frames her glistening pussy, beckoning him. Ratan’s cock hardens fully beneath his lungi, his body ablaze.
Rita steps closer, her fingers deftly untying his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, rigid and glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue flicking over the swollen head. “Fuck, your cock’s still so hot,” she murmurs, her tongue tracing the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, his hands gripping her hair as she takes him into her mouth, her lips sealing tightly around the base, her tongue swirling with fierce precision.
Paglee rises, shedding her saree entirely. Her naked body glows in the faint light—slim waist, full hips, and the musky scent of her arousal. She presses herself against Ratan, her tongue teasing his nipples. “Ratan… you’ll fuck me, won’t you?” she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. Her fingers slide to his ass, teasing his tight hole. Ratan’s body trembles, his moans filling the shop.
Rita releases his cock and stands, stripping off her saree. Her perfect body is revealed—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and glistening with precum. “Tonight, we’ll all go mad together,” she says, her voice thick with primal hunger.
She pushes Paglee onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. Paglee’s pussy is exposed, wet and framed by dark hair. Rita kneels, her tongue diving into Paglee’s folds, lapping hungrily. Paglee screams, her body quaking as Rita’s tongue probes deeper, her hands pinching Paglee’s nipples. “Oh, Rita… you’re destroying me!” Paglee gasps, her hands clutching Rita’s hair.
Ratan, unable to hold back, moves to Paglee’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. She opens her mouth eagerly, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head. Ratan groans, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Her mouth takes him deeper, her lips tight around the base.
Rita stands, aligning her cock with Paglee’s pussy. With one powerful thrust, she enters, making Paglee scream, her body shuddering. Rita fucks her with relentless speed, her cock plunging deep, each thrust shaking Paglee’s body. Her hands slap Paglee’s ass, leaving red marks. “Your pussy’s swallowing my cock,” Rita growls.
Ratan pulls his cock from Paglee’s mouth, his body burning with need. He moves behind Rita, his hands caressing her round ass. Rita pauses, glancing back with a devilish grin. “What, feeling up my ass? Fuck me, Ratan!” she commands.
Without hesitation, Ratan positions his cock at her tight hole and pushes in slowly. Rita moans, her body trembling as he enters her. He begins to thrust, his cock sliding deep into her tight, warm ass. Rita resumes fucking Paglee, and Ratan matches her rhythm, their bodies merging in a savage dance. Their moans echo through the shop, a symphony of lust.
Rita bites Paglee’s nipples, her tongue lashing across her breasts. Paglee’s pussy clenches around Rita’s cock, her body convulsing. “Rita… I’m done… oh fuck!” Paglee screams, her pussy gushing, soaking Rita’s cock.
Ratan’s thrusts intensify, his cock buried deep in Rita’s ass. Rita cries out, “Ratan… your cock… in my ass… fuck!” Her cock pulses, spilling hot cum deep into Paglee’s pussy. Ratan can’t hold back, his cock erupting, flooding Rita’s ass with warm, sticky cum. Their bodies tremble together, their cries blending into a primal roar.
They collapse onto the counter, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Paglee giggles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re good, Ratan,” she whispers, her fingers grazing his softening cock. Rita smirks, her hand caressing Paglee’s breasts. “We’ll play more, Ratan. This is just the beginning.”
The shop falls silent again as Rita and Paglee leave, the Chaitra sun still blazing through the shutters. Ratan’s body hums with lingering heat, his cock soft but sticky with cum and precum. Paglee’s musky scent, Rita’s commanding touch, and their savage union replay in his mind. The counter is soaked with sweat, cum, and Paglee’s juices, the shop heavy with the scent of their lust.
Ratan sips his Pepsi, but his thirst remains. Rita’s words haunt him: “This filthy game won’t stop.” Paglee’s wicked smile and the image of her wet pussy linger in his vision. He knows this forbidden game has burrowed deep into his soul, yet a flicker of guilt gnaws at him—what will become of his life if he ventures further down this path?
A loud knock jolts him, his heart racing. Who could it be now? The neighbors? The security officer? Or Rita and Paglee, back for more? He creeps to the door and peeks out. Rita stands alone, her tight red saree clinging to her curves—full breasts, slim waist, round ass. Her predatory eyes and wicked smile send a shiver through him.
“Open the door, Ratan,” she says, her voice soft but commanding. His hands shake as he obeys.
Rita steps inside, her saree brushing the floor, her anklets jingling softly. The scent of roses and sweat wafts from her. She locks the door, the metallic clank echoing. Her eyes burn with devilish intent.
“Where’s Paglee?” Ratan whispers, his throat dry.
Rita laughs, her smile wicked. “Paglee’s resting. Her pussy and ass are spent from us. Now it’s just you and me. I’ll teach you a filthy game you’ll never forget.”
She approaches, yanking off his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, already hard, glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue teasing the head. “Your cock’s still burning,” she murmurs, licking the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, clutching her hair as she takes him deep, her lips sealing tight, her tongue relentless. Her fingers tease his balls, applying gentle pressure. “Rita… you’re destroying my cock!” he gasps.
Rita stands, shedding her saree. Her flawless body glows—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and dripping. “Today, I’ll make you my slave,” she says, her voice dripping with lust.
She pushes Ratan onto the counter, spreading his legs. His ass is exposed, tight and slick with sweat. Rita rubs her cock against his hole, teasing gently. “Rita… slowly… I’m scared,” Ratan whispers. She kisses him deeply, her tongue dancing in his mouth. “Don’t be afraid, Ratan. My cock will bring you pleasure,” she whispers.
Rita spits on his hole, easing it with her fingers before aligning her cock. She enters slowly, and Ratan cries out, “Rita… it hurts!” She leans in, licking his neck. “Relax, Ratan. The pleasure’s coming.” She begins to thrust, her cock sliding deep, the veined shaft rubbing his tight walls. The pain melts into pleasure, and Ratan’s moans grow louder. “Rita… your cock… it’s fucking amazing!”
Her thrusts quicken, her muscular thighs slapping against his ass, the counter creaking. Her hand grips his seven-inch cock, stroking fiercely. “Your cock’s going wild in my hand,” she growls, her fingers slick with his precum. Ratan moans, “Rita… you’re destroying me!”
She bites his nipples, her tongue lashing his chest. Her thrusts deepen, his ass clenching around her cock. “Your ass is sucking my cock, Ratan!” she pants. Ratan’s body teeters on the edge, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Rita… I can’t hold it!” he screams.
Her body jerks, her head thrown back. “Ratan… my cock… it’s exploding!” she cries, her six-inch cock flooding his ass with hot, sticky cum. The warmth sends Ratan over the edge, his cock erupting in her hand, cum splattering her stomach and breasts. Their bodies tremble, their moans a primal symphony.
They collapse, sweat-soaked and panting. Rita’s cock softens, still glistening with cum and precum. She smiles, stroking his chest. “You’re mine, Ratan. This game never ends.”
A sudden knock startles them. Rita laughs. “That’s Paglee. She’s back. We’ll play again.” She opens the door, and Paglee enters, her tattered saree slipping to reveal her full breasts and glistening pussy. “Ratan, you can’t stay away from my pussy, can you?” she teases, her hand grazing his cock.
Rita pulls Paglee onto the counter, stripping her bare. Paglee’s body glows—her pussy wet, lips swollen, framed by dark hair; her breasts full, nipples hard. Rita bends her into a doggy position, her round ass raised. She rubs her cock against Paglee’s tight hole, entering slowly. Paglee moans, “Rita… your cock… it’s driving my ass wild!”
Ratan’s cock hardens again. He moves to Paglee’s face, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the head. Ratan groans, his hands pinching her nipples. Rita fucks Paglee’s ass with fierce thrusts, her fingers rubbing Paglee’s clit. Their bodies sync in a savage rhythm, their moans filling the shop.
Paglee’s pussy gushes, soaking Rita’s fingers. “Rita… Ratan… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her body convulsing. Rita’s cock erupts, filling Paglee’s ass with cum. Ratan’s cock explodes in her mouth, cum dripping down her lips. They collapse, exhausted but sated.
Rita and Paglee dress and leave, promising more. Ratan lies alone, his body spent, his mind a storm of desire and guilt. He knows this filthy game has claimed him, and there’s no escape.
Ratan returns home with Rita and Paglee, his resolve firm. Rita’s soft, round ass brushes against his hand, her full breasts pressing into his chest. Paglee’s tattered saree reveals her dark pubic hair and swollen pussy lips. At the door, Ratan’s mother, Farida, stares in shock. Her mature beauty still captivates—full breasts, slim waist, and a sultry glint in her eyes.
“Ratan, who are they?” Farida asks, curious.
Taking a deep breath, Ratan says, “Ma, this is Rita and Paglee. I’m going to marry them both.”
Rita smirks. “Ma, I’m a slave to Ratan’s cock. I want to be his wife,” she purrs. Paglee giggles, “My pussy was made for Ratan. I’ll be his wife too.”
Farida, stunned at first, smiles. “Alright, Ratan. Your happiness is mine. I consent. This wedding will be grand!”
The wedding unfolds in a vibrant festival in the village field. The Chaitra sun bathes the scene in golden light, the air thick with flowers, incense, and celebration. Red, yellow, and green canopies flutter, adorned with marigolds, tuberose, and jasmine garlands. The stage is dbangd in red carpet, scattered with petals, with three golden throne-like seats for Ratan, Rita, and Paglee.
Ratan looks divine in a golden kurta and dhoti, his muscular frame gleaming, his eyes burning with primal desire. Rita, in a red Banarasi saree, is a goddess—her full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible through her tight blouse, her round ass swaying with each step. Her gold waistband, anklets, and bindi enhance her sultry allure. Paglee’s red saree, tattered yet seductive, reveals her bronzed skin and thick pubic hair. Her full breasts bounce, her wild smile captivating the crowd.
Villagers gather, drums pounding, conches blowing, women ululating. Incense smoke dances, mingling with the musky scent of Rita and Paglee’s bodies, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The priest chants, his voice resonating in their hearts.
Ratan gazes at Rita, his eyes a mix of love and lust. “Rita, you’re my wife. Your pussy and ass are mine,” he whispers. Rita smirks, “Ratan, my husband, my cock and pussy ache for you.” Paglee grabs his hand, her breasts brushing his arm. “Your cock is the king of my pussy, Ratan. I’m your wild wife,” she giggles.
During the sindoor ceremony, Ratan marks Rita’s forehead, his fingers lingering on her skin. She shivers with pleasure. He then marks Paglee, who kisses him, whispering, “My pussy is yours.” They exchange garlands, circling seven times, their bodies brushing, hearts pounding.
The crowd cheers, awestruck. The feast follows under the canopy, tables dbangd in white, laden with banana leaves. The air is heavy with the aroma of fish curry, pulao, and sweets.
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As they eat, their hands brush each other’s thighs, Rita’s pussy scent wafting through her saree, Paglee’s breasts pressing against Ratan. Farida watches, her own body stirring with desire. After the feast, they head to the bridal chamber, their eyes promising a night of passion.
The bridal chamber is adorned with roses, petals scattered on the bed, incense smoke creating a sultry haze. Ratan locks the door, his eyes predatory. Rita and Paglee sit on the bed, their sarees slipping off. Rita’s full breasts gleam, her dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock throbbing beneath her saree, her ass slick and warm. Paglee’s bronzed skin shimmers with sweat, her hairy pussy swollen, her clit pulsing for Ratan’s cock.
Ratan sheds his dhoti, his seven-inch cock rigid, veins throbbing, the head slick with precum. “You’re my wives. I’ll fuck you both senseless,” he growls. Paglee tosses her saree aside, her pussy exposed. “Ratan, my pussy’s crying for your cock. Fuck me!” she cries.
Ratan kneels, his tongue lapping at Paglee’s swollen lips, teasing her clit. She screams, “Ratan… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Her hands grip his hair, pressing her pussy into his mouth. He thrusts his cock into her, her tight, warm pussy clenching around him. “Your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” she moans, her body rocking with each thrust. His hands pinch her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Rita watches, her cock throbbing, precum dripping. She sheds her saree, her cock glistening. “Ratan, I want to fuck your ass,” she whispers, caressing his cheeks. Ratan pauses, his eyes hard. “No, Rita. I’m your husband. I fuck you. Your cock stays out of my ass. You’re my cock’s slave,” he says firmly. Rita’s face falls, her cock trembling with unfulfilled desire.
Ratan pulls out of Paglee and moves to Rita, pushing her onto the bed. He licks her tight, sweaty ass, his tongue circling her hole. “Ratan… your tongue’s driving my ass wild!” Rita moans, her cock dripping onto the sheets. Ratan thrusts into her ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Your cock’s splitting my ass!” she screams. He fucks her hard, biting her nipples, nails raking her skin.
Paglee takes Rita’s cock in her mouth, sucking the head, her tongue swirling. “Paglee… your mouth’s destroying my cock!” Rita cries. Paglee’s tongue teases the base as Ratan’s cock pounds her ass. Ratan’s cock erupts, filling Rita’s ass with cum, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s cock explodes in Paglee’s mouth, cum coating her lips. Paglee licks it clean, savoring every drop.
Ratan returns to Paglee, thrusting into her pussy. “You’re destroying my pussy!” she screams, her pussy gushing, soaking the bed. His cock erupts, filling her with cum. They collapse, their bodies slick and sated, the bed drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
But Rita’s heart aches—her cock, though pleasured, yearns to penetrate, a desire Ratan’s rule denies. Her body burns with unfulfilled need, a torment that gnaws at her soul.
The next morning, Rita, heavy-hearted, approaches Farida in the kitchen. Farida’s mature body is stunning in her tight saree—full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible, her round ass swaying. “Ma, I’m in pain. I’m not satisfied,” Rita whispers, tears in her eyes but desire in her body.
Farida frowns. “Didn’t Ratan fuck you?” she asks, concerned.
Rita shakes her head, lifting her saree to reveal her six-inch cock, hard and dripping, beside her swollen, hairy pussy. Farida gasps, her eyes wide with awe and lust. “What is this, Rita!” she whispers, her hand instinctively touching Rita’s cock, stroking the slick head. “So big and hard… and this pussy… oh!” Farida’s voice drips with desire.
Rita’s cock pulses. “Ma, my cock aches to fuck. Ratan won’t let me,” she says, her voice breaking.
Farida smiles wickedly. “Then I’ll satisfy your cock. My pussy hasn’t tasted a cock in years. And I’ll taste your pussy too,” she purrs. She kneels, her lips brushing Rita’s cock, licking the precum. She takes it deep, her lips tight, her tongue swirling. “Ma… your mouth’s driving my cock wild!” Rita moans. Farida’s fingers tease Rita’s pussy, rubbing her clit. Rita’s body trembles, her pussy gushing.
Farida licks Rita’s pussy, sucking her clit, then returns to her cock. “Your cock and pussy were made for me,” she murmurs, her face slick with juices.
Rita, overcome, lifts Farida and carries her to Ratan’s room. There, Ratan is devouring Paglee’s pussy, his tongue buried in her wet folds, his seven-inch cock hard and dripping. Rita lays Farida on the bed, tearing off her saree. Farida’s body is exposed—full breasts bouncing, dark nipples hard, her mature pussy hairy and wet.
Rita rubs her cock against Farida’s pussy, teasing her clit. “Ma, your pussy will swallow my cock,” she growls, thrusting in hard. Farida screams, “Rita… your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” Rita fucks her fiercely, biting her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Paglee joins, sucking Farida’s clit, her tongue brushing Rita’s cock. “Paglee… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Farida cries. Paglee licks Rita’s cock as it plunges into Farida’s pussy.
Ratan watches, his cock throbbing. He moves behind Rita, caressing her ass. “Fucking my mother, Rita? I’ll destroy your ass!” he growls, thrusting into her tight, slick hole. Rita screams, “Ratan… your cock’s burning my ass!” His thrusts sync with hers, driving her deeper into Farida.
Paglee sucks Farida’s nipples, her tongue teasing Rita’s cock. Farida’s pussy clenches, gushing juices. “Rita… Paglee… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her nails raking Rita’s back.
Rita’s cock erupts, filling Farida’s pussy with hot cum, dripping down her thighs. Ratan’s cock explodes in Rita’s ass, cum flooding her. Paglee’s tongue drives Farida to climax, her pussy soaking the bed.
Ratan kneels, licking Farida’s pussy, savoring Rita’s cum and her juices. “Ma, your pussy and Rita’s cum… it’s heaven,” he growls, his tongue plunging deep. Farida moans, “Ratan… you’re destroying my pussy!” Her pussy gushes, soaking his face.
Paglee takes Ratan’s cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily. “Your cock will explode in my mouth,” she purrs. Rita, watching, feels her cock harden again. She sucks Farida’s nipples, her fingers teasing her pussy alongside Ratan’s tongue. Farida screams, “Rita… Ratan… you’re ruining me!”
Ratan thrusts into Rita’s ass again, his cock relentless. Paglee licks Farida’s pussy, driving her to another climax. Rita’s cock aches, denied penetration. Ratan’s cock erupts in her ass, Farida’s pussy gushes, and they collapse, sated but exhausted.
Farida pulls Paglee close, their pussies grinding together, clits rubbing, juices mingling. “Paglee, your pussy was made for mine,” Farida moans, biting her nipples. Paglee screams, “Ma… our pussies are one!” Their bodies convulse, soaking the bed.
Ratan watches, his cock hardening. “Ma, I’ll fuck your pussy three ways,” he growls. Farida spreads her legs, her pussy glistening. Ratan thrusts in, fucking her hard, then moves to her mouth, her lips sucking her own juices off his cock. He fucks her pussy again, then from behind, slapping her ass. Finally, Farida rides him, her pussy clenching his cock until they both explode, cum and juices soaking the bed.
As they lie together, Farida whispers, “Ratan, your cock is my pussy’s king.” Ratan replies, “Ma, your pussy was made for me. This game never ends.”
But suddenly, Rita rises, her eyes blazing with frustration. She slaps Ratan hard, her voice trembling. “You deny my cock, Ratan! You’ll pay for this!” The room falls silent, the air thick with tension, as their forbidden game takes a dangerous turn.
Ratan leans against the counter, clutching a cold Pepsi bottle. He gulps it down, but the dryness in his throat persists. Rita’s parting words echo in his mind: “If you crave more pleasure, you know where to find me.” He knows pursuing this path could unravel his life, yet the primal urge pulsing through him won’t let him stop.
A soft knock at the shop’s door startles him, his heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? Cautiously, he peers through the gap. Rita stands outside, her eyes predatory, lips curled in a wicked smile. Beside her is Paglee, her tattered saree barely clinging to her body, her face smudged with dirt but her eyes gleaming with raw, inviting lust. Rita’s hand rests possessively on Paglee’s shoulder, as if presenting her as a gift.
“Open the door, Ratan,” Rita purrs, her voice soft but laced with authority. Ratan’s hands tremble, a storm of fear and excitement raging within him. He unlocks the door.
Rita and Paglee step inside. Paglee collapses onto the floor, giggling, her saree slipping to reveal the curve of her full breasts and rounded hips. Rita locks the door, the metallic clank echoing through the shop. Her gaze locks onto Ratan, her eyes burning with devilish fire.
“You’ve been craving Paglee, haven’t you?” Rita whispers, her hand trailing down Ratan’s chest. “Today’s your lucky day, Ratan. I brought her for you. The three of us will play a game you’ve never even dreamed of.”
Ratan’s breath grows heavy, his eyes darting to Paglee. She giggles, sliding her saree off her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts in the dim light—firm nipples, bronzed skin, and a wild allure despite the dirt. Her thick pubic hair frames her glistening pussy, beckoning him. Ratan’s cock hardens fully beneath his lungi, his body ablaze.
Rita steps closer, her fingers deftly untying his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, rigid and glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue flicking over the swollen head. “Fuck, your cock’s still so hot,” she murmurs, her tongue tracing the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, his hands gripping her hair as she takes him into her mouth, her lips sealing tightly around the base, her tongue swirling with fierce precision.
Paglee rises, shedding her saree entirely. Her naked body glows in the faint light—slim waist, full hips, and the musky scent of her arousal. She presses herself against Ratan, her tongue teasing his nipples. “Ratan… you’ll fuck me, won’t you?” she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. Her fingers slide to his ass, teasing his tight hole. Ratan’s body trembles, his moans filling the shop.
Rita releases his cock and stands, stripping off her saree. Her perfect body is revealed—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and glistening with precum. “Tonight, we’ll all go mad together,” she says, her voice thick with primal hunger.
She pushes Paglee onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. Paglee’s pussy is exposed, wet and framed by dark hair. Rita kneels, her tongue diving into Paglee’s folds, lapping hungrily. Paglee screams, her body quaking as Rita’s tongue probes deeper, her hands pinching Paglee’s nipples. “Oh, Rita… you’re destroying me!” Paglee gasps, her hands clutching Rita’s hair.
Ratan, unable to hold back, moves to Paglee’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. She opens her mouth eagerly, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head. Ratan groans, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Her mouth takes him deeper, her lips tight around the base.
Rita stands, aligning her cock with Paglee’s pussy. With one powerful thrust, she enters, making Paglee scream, her body shuddering. Rita fucks her with relentless speed, her cock plunging deep, each thrust shaking Paglee’s body. Her hands slap Paglee’s ass, leaving red marks. “Your pussy’s swallowing my cock,” Rita growls.
Ratan pulls his cock from Paglee’s mouth, his body burning with need. He moves behind Rita, his hands caressing her round ass. Rita pauses, glancing back with a devilish grin. “What, feeling up my ass? Fuck me, Ratan!” she commands.
Without hesitation, Ratan positions his cock at her tight hole and pushes in slowly. Rita moans, her body trembling as he enters her. He begins to thrust, his cock sliding deep into her tight, warm ass. Rita resumes fucking Paglee, and Ratan matches her rhythm, their bodies merging in a savage dance. Their moans echo through the shop, a symphony of lust.
Rita bites Paglee’s nipples, her tongue lashing across her breasts. Paglee’s pussy clenches around Rita’s cock, her body convulsing. “Rita… I’m done… oh fuck!” Paglee screams, her pussy gushing, soaking Rita’s cock.
Ratan’s thrusts intensify, his cock buried deep in Rita’s ass. Rita cries out, “Ratan… your cock… in my ass… fuck!” Her cock pulses, spilling hot cum deep into Paglee’s pussy. Ratan can’t hold back, his cock erupting, flooding Rita’s ass with warm, sticky cum. Their bodies tremble together, their cries blending into a primal roar.
They collapse onto the counter, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Paglee giggles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re good, Ratan,” she whispers, her fingers grazing his softening cock. Rita smirks, her hand caressing Paglee’s breasts. “We’ll play more, Ratan. This is just the beginning.”
The shop falls silent again as Rita and Paglee leave, the Chaitra sun still blazing through the shutters. Ratan’s body hums with lingering heat, his cock soft but sticky with cum and precum. Paglee’s musky scent, Rita’s commanding touch, and their savage union replay in his mind. The counter is soaked with sweat, cum, and Paglee’s juices, the shop heavy with the scent of their lust.
Ratan sips his Pepsi, but his thirst remains. Rita’s words haunt him: “This filthy game won’t stop.” Paglee’s wicked smile and the image of her wet pussy linger in his vision. He knows this forbidden game has burrowed deep into his soul, yet a flicker of guilt gnaws at him—what will become of his life if he ventures further down this path?
A loud knock jolts him, his heart racing. Who could it be now? The neighbors? The security officer? Or Rita and Paglee, back for more? He creeps to the door and peeks out. Rita stands alone, her tight red saree clinging to her curves—full breasts, slim waist, round ass. Her predatory eyes and wicked smile send a shiver through him.
“Open the door, Ratan,” she says, her voice soft but commanding. His hands shake as he obeys.
Rita steps inside, her saree brushing the floor, her anklets jingling softly. The scent of roses and sweat wafts from her. She locks the door, the metallic clank echoing. Her eyes burn with devilish intent.
“Where’s Paglee?” Ratan whispers, his throat dry.
Rita laughs, her smile wicked. “Paglee’s resting. Her pussy and ass are spent from us. Now it’s just you and me. I’ll teach you a filthy game you’ll never forget.”
She approaches, yanking off his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, already hard, glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue teasing the head. “Your cock’s still burning,” she murmurs, licking the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, clutching her hair as she takes him deep, her lips sealing tight, her tongue relentless. Her fingers tease his balls, applying gentle pressure. “Rita… you’re destroying my cock!” he gasps.
Rita stands, shedding her saree. Her flawless body glows—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and dripping. “Today, I’ll make you my slave,” she says, her voice dripping with lust.
She pushes Ratan onto the counter, spreading his legs. His ass is exposed, tight and slick with sweat. Rita rubs her cock against his hole, teasing gently. “Rita… slowly… I’m scared,” Ratan whispers. She kisses him deeply, her tongue dancing in his mouth. “Don’t be afraid, Ratan. My cock will bring you pleasure,” she whispers.
Rita spits on his hole, easing it with her fingers before aligning her cock. She enters slowly, and Ratan cries out, “Rita… it hurts!” She leans in, licking his neck. “Relax, Ratan. The pleasure’s coming.” She begins to thrust, her cock sliding deep, the veined shaft rubbing his tight walls. The pain melts into pleasure, and Ratan’s moans grow louder. “Rita… your cock… it’s fucking amazing!”
Her thrusts quicken, her muscular thighs slapping against his ass, the counter creaking. Her hand grips his seven-inch cock, stroking fiercely. “Your cock’s going wild in my hand,” she growls, her fingers slick with his precum. Ratan moans, “Rita… you’re destroying me!”
She bites his nipples, her tongue lashing his chest. Her thrusts deepen, his ass clenching around her cock. “Your ass is sucking my cock, Ratan!” she pants. Ratan’s body teeters on the edge, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Rita… I can’t hold it!” he screams.
Her body jerks, her head thrown back. “Ratan… my cock… it’s exploding!” she cries, her six-inch cock flooding his ass with hot, sticky cum. The warmth sends Ratan over the edge, his cock erupting in her hand, cum splattering her stomach and breasts. Their bodies tremble, their moans a primal symphony.
They collapse, sweat-soaked and panting. Rita’s cock softens, still glistening with cum and precum. She smiles, stroking his chest. “You’re mine, Ratan. This game never ends.”
A sudden knock startles them. Rita laughs. “That’s Paglee. She’s back. We’ll play again.” She opens the door, and Paglee enters, her tattered saree slipping to reveal her full breasts and glistening pussy. “Ratan, you can’t stay away from my pussy, can you?” she teases, her hand grazing his cock.
Rita pulls Paglee onto the counter, stripping her bare. Paglee’s body glows—her pussy wet, lips swollen, framed by dark hair; her breasts full, nipples hard. Rita bends her into a doggy position, her round ass raised. She rubs her cock against Paglee’s tight hole, entering slowly. Paglee moans, “Rita… your cock… it’s driving my ass wild!”
Ratan’s cock hardens again. He moves to Paglee’s face, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the head. Ratan groans, his hands pinching her nipples. Rita fucks Paglee’s ass with fierce thrusts, her fingers rubbing Paglee’s clit. Their bodies sync in a savage rhythm, their moans filling the shop.
Paglee’s pussy gushes, soaking Rita’s fingers. “Rita… Ratan… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her body convulsing. Rita’s cock erupts, filling Paglee’s ass with cum. Ratan’s cock explodes in her mouth, cum dripping down her lips. They collapse, exhausted but sated.
Rita and Paglee dress and leave, promising more. Ratan lies alone, his body spent, his mind a storm of desire and guilt. He knows this filthy game has claimed him, and there’s no escape.
Ratan returns home with Rita and Paglee, his resolve firm. Rita’s soft, round ass brushes against his hand, her full breasts pressing into his chest. Paglee’s tattered saree reveals her dark pubic hair and swollen pussy lips. At the door, Ratan’s mother, Farida, stares in shock. Her mature beauty still captivates—full breasts, slim waist, and a sultry glint in her eyes.
“Ratan, who are they?” Farida asks, curious.
Taking a deep breath, Ratan says, “Ma, this is Rita and Paglee. I’m going to marry them both.”
Rita smirks. “Ma, I’m a slave to Ratan’s cock. I want to be his wife,” she purrs. Paglee giggles, “My pussy was made for Ratan. I’ll be his wife too.”
Farida, stunned at first, smiles. “Alright, Ratan. Your happiness is mine. I consent. This wedding will be grand!”
The wedding unfolds in a vibrant festival in the village field. The Chaitra sun bathes the scene in golden light, the air thick with flowers, incense, and celebration. Red, yellow, and green canopies flutter, adorned with marigolds, tuberose, and jasmine garlands. The stage is dbangd in red carpet, scattered with petals, with three golden throne-like seats for Ratan, Rita, and Paglee.
Ratan looks divine in a golden kurta and dhoti, his muscular frame gleaming, his eyes burning with primal desire. Rita, in a red Banarasi saree, is a goddess—her full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible through her tight blouse, her round ass swaying with each step. Her gold waistband, anklets, and bindi enhance her sultry allure. Paglee’s red saree, tattered yet seductive, reveals her bronzed skin and thick pubic hair. Her full breasts bounce, her wild smile captivating the crowd.
Villagers gather, drums pounding, conches blowing, women ululating. Incense smoke dances, mingling with the musky scent of Rita and Paglee’s bodies, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The priest chants, his voice resonating in their hearts.
Ratan gazes at Rita, his eyes a mix of love and lust. “Rita, you’re my wife. Your pussy and ass are mine,” he whispers. Rita smirks, “Ratan, my husband, my cock and pussy ache for you.” Paglee grabs his hand, her breasts brushing his arm. “Your cock is the king of my pussy, Ratan. I’m your wild wife,” she giggles.
During the sindoor ceremony, Ratan marks Rita’s forehead, his fingers lingering on her skin. She shivers with pleasure. He then marks Paglee, who kisses him, whispering, “My pussy is yours.” They exchange garlands, circling seven times, their bodies brushing, hearts pounding.
The crowd cheers, awestruck. The feast follows under the canopy, tables dbangd in white, laden with banana leaves. The air is heavy with the aroma of fish curry, pulao, and sweets.
Menu:
- Hilsa Fish Curry: Fresh hilsa, fried and cooked in turmeric, cumin, and coriander, the oily broth intoxicating.
- Mutton Kasha: Tender goat, slow-cooked with onions, ginger, and garlic, bursting with spice.
- Basmati Pulao: Fragrant with cardamom, cinnamon, and cloves, garnished with raisins and cashews.
- Potato-Pointed Gourd Curry: Soft potatoes and tender gourds in a spiced, light gravy.
- Sweets: Rosogolla, soft and syrupy; sandesh, infused with coconut and cardamom; malpua, crispy and soaked in date syrup.
- Luchi: Fluffy, hot, perfect with mutton kasha.
- Chutney and Papad: Tangy mango chutney and crisp papad.
As they eat, their hands brush each other’s thighs, Rita’s pussy scent wafting through her saree, Paglee’s breasts pressing against Ratan. Farida watches, her own body stirring with desire. After the feast, they head to the bridal chamber, their eyes promising a night of passion.
The bridal chamber is adorned with roses, petals scattered on the bed, incense smoke creating a sultry haze. Ratan locks the door, his eyes predatory. Rita and Paglee sit on the bed, their sarees slipping off. Rita’s full breasts gleam, her dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock throbbing beneath her saree, her ass slick and warm. Paglee’s bronzed skin shimmers with sweat, her hairy pussy swollen, her clit pulsing for Ratan’s cock.
Ratan sheds his dhoti, his seven-inch cock rigid, veins throbbing, the head slick with precum. “You’re my wives. I’ll fuck you both senseless,” he growls. Paglee tosses her saree aside, her pussy exposed. “Ratan, my pussy’s crying for your cock. Fuck me!” she cries.
Ratan kneels, his tongue lapping at Paglee’s swollen lips, teasing her clit. She screams, “Ratan… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Her hands grip his hair, pressing her pussy into his mouth. He thrusts his cock into her, her tight, warm pussy clenching around him. “Your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” she moans, her body rocking with each thrust. His hands pinch her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Rita watches, her cock throbbing, precum dripping. She sheds her saree, her cock glistening. “Ratan, I want to fuck your ass,” she whispers, caressing his cheeks. Ratan pauses, his eyes hard. “No, Rita. I’m your husband. I fuck you. Your cock stays out of my ass. You’re my cock’s slave,” he says firmly. Rita’s face falls, her cock trembling with unfulfilled desire.
Ratan pulls out of Paglee and moves to Rita, pushing her onto the bed. He licks her tight, sweaty ass, his tongue circling her hole. “Ratan… your tongue’s driving my ass wild!” Rita moans, her cock dripping onto the sheets. Ratan thrusts into her ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Your cock’s splitting my ass!” she screams. He fucks her hard, biting her nipples, nails raking her skin.
Paglee takes Rita’s cock in her mouth, sucking the head, her tongue swirling. “Paglee… your mouth’s destroying my cock!” Rita cries. Paglee’s tongue teases the base as Ratan’s cock pounds her ass. Ratan’s cock erupts, filling Rita’s ass with cum, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s cock explodes in Paglee’s mouth, cum coating her lips. Paglee licks it clean, savoring every drop.
Ratan returns to Paglee, thrusting into her pussy. “You’re destroying my pussy!” she screams, her pussy gushing, soaking the bed. His cock erupts, filling her with cum. They collapse, their bodies slick and sated, the bed drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
But Rita’s heart aches—her cock, though pleasured, yearns to penetrate, a desire Ratan’s rule denies. Her body burns with unfulfilled need, a torment that gnaws at her soul.
The next morning, Rita, heavy-hearted, approaches Farida in the kitchen. Farida’s mature body is stunning in her tight saree—full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible, her round ass swaying. “Ma, I’m in pain. I’m not satisfied,” Rita whispers, tears in her eyes but desire in her body.
Farida frowns. “Didn’t Ratan fuck you?” she asks, concerned.
Rita shakes her head, lifting her saree to reveal her six-inch cock, hard and dripping, beside her swollen, hairy pussy. Farida gasps, her eyes wide with awe and lust. “What is this, Rita!” she whispers, her hand instinctively touching Rita’s cock, stroking the slick head. “So big and hard… and this pussy… oh!” Farida’s voice drips with desire.
Rita’s cock pulses. “Ma, my cock aches to fuck. Ratan won’t let me,” she says, her voice breaking.
Farida smiles wickedly. “Then I’ll satisfy your cock. My pussy hasn’t tasted a cock in years. And I’ll taste your pussy too,” she purrs. She kneels, her lips brushing Rita’s cock, licking the precum. She takes it deep, her lips tight, her tongue swirling. “Ma… your mouth’s driving my cock wild!” Rita moans. Farida’s fingers tease Rita’s pussy, rubbing her clit. Rita’s body trembles, her pussy gushing.
Farida licks Rita’s pussy, sucking her clit, then returns to her cock. “Your cock and pussy were made for me,” she murmurs, her face slick with juices.
Rita, overcome, lifts Farida and carries her to Ratan’s room. There, Ratan is devouring Paglee’s pussy, his tongue buried in her wet folds, his seven-inch cock hard and dripping. Rita lays Farida on the bed, tearing off her saree. Farida’s body is exposed—full breasts bouncing, dark nipples hard, her mature pussy hairy and wet.
Rita rubs her cock against Farida’s pussy, teasing her clit. “Ma, your pussy will swallow my cock,” she growls, thrusting in hard. Farida screams, “Rita… your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” Rita fucks her fiercely, biting her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Paglee joins, sucking Farida’s clit, her tongue brushing Rita’s cock. “Paglee… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Farida cries. Paglee licks Rita’s cock as it plunges into Farida’s pussy.
Ratan watches, his cock throbbing. He moves behind Rita, caressing her ass. “Fucking my mother, Rita? I’ll destroy your ass!” he growls, thrusting into her tight, slick hole. Rita screams, “Ratan… your cock’s burning my ass!” His thrusts sync with hers, driving her deeper into Farida.
Paglee sucks Farida’s nipples, her tongue teasing Rita’s cock. Farida’s pussy clenches, gushing juices. “Rita… Paglee… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her nails raking Rita’s back.
Rita’s cock erupts, filling Farida’s pussy with hot cum, dripping down her thighs. Ratan’s cock explodes in Rita’s ass, cum flooding her. Paglee’s tongue drives Farida to climax, her pussy soaking the bed.
Ratan kneels, licking Farida’s pussy, savoring Rita’s cum and her juices. “Ma, your pussy and Rita’s cum… it’s heaven,” he growls, his tongue plunging deep. Farida moans, “Ratan… you’re destroying my pussy!” Her pussy gushes, soaking his face.
Paglee takes Ratan’s cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily. “Your cock will explode in my mouth,” she purrs. Rita, watching, feels her cock harden again. She sucks Farida’s nipples, her fingers teasing her pussy alongside Ratan’s tongue. Farida screams, “Rita… Ratan… you’re ruining me!”
Ratan thrusts into Rita’s ass again, his cock relentless. Paglee licks Farida’s pussy, driving her to another climax. Rita’s cock aches, denied penetration. Ratan’s cock erupts in her ass, Farida’s pussy gushes, and they collapse, sated but exhausted.
Farida pulls Paglee close, their pussies grinding together, clits rubbing, juices mingling. “Paglee, your pussy was made for mine,” Farida moans, biting her nipples. Paglee screams, “Ma… our pussies are one!” Their bodies convulse, soaking the bed.
Ratan watches, his cock hardening. “Ma, I’ll fuck your pussy three ways,” he growls. Farida spreads her legs, her pussy glistening. Ratan thrusts in, fucking her hard, then moves to her mouth, her lips sucking her own juices off his cock. He fucks her pussy again, then from behind, slapping her ass. Finally, Farida rides him, her pussy clenching his cock until they both explode, cum and juices soaking the bed.
As they lie together, Farida whispers, “Ratan, your cock is my pussy’s king.” Ratan replies, “Ma, your pussy was made for me. This game never ends.”
But suddenly, Rita rises, her eyes blazing with frustration. She slaps Ratan hard, her voice trembling. “You deny my cock, Ratan! You’ll pay for this!” The room falls silent, the air thick with tension, as their forbidden game takes a dangerous turn.
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