[This is the fourth chapter to the ongoing story of the same title. The taboo relationship between the young Indian housewife and her father-in-law now goes to the next level. The much-awaited sexual union between them unfolds in this chapter.
The story is based in India. As stated in earlier chapters, the flavor is Indian, and there is usage of the local Hindi language in some measure. However, to the extent possible, English translations have been provided alongside. Those readers who feel alienated when reading stories set in India or by Indian writers, may think twice before you feel like proceeding. Although, it must be said, emotions, desires, eroticism are similar everywhere around the world. Personally, nothing could make the writer happier than to see the maximum number of readers going through the publication.
This chapter has been deliberately kept short, having been devoted purely to the ultimate sexual union that a man and woman seek. To a couple having sex for the first time, it is something that is wonderful and sublime, almost heavenly, when there's true love between each other. It deserves a separate chapter on its own, sans any other emotion, event or character.
Subsequent chapters would certainly be longer, because there's so much more to tell in this story of love and sex.
Once again, there is no resemblance to any living characters and it would be pointless reading too much between the lines. A story is a story, and an erotic story more so - to be read simply for fun and pleasure.
Comments are welcome, for they enrich an author's creativity. However, it is expected that such criticisms do not lead to taunts and insults. On the other hand, if you do like the story, do be indulgent in your rating.]
"Oh! Babuji, how I wish to take your 'lund' (cock) inside me now, and then again and again and again, as many times as you would like. I long to hold it inside my warm, wet womb!" Erotic words uttered by the bahu, and without inhibition!
The words from his bahu touched a raw nerve in Balwant. The animal lust had taken over both his bahu and him alike.
"I cannot stay without touching your lund and holding it......" He heard her say.
The shy woman was now behaving like a randi (slut)... a bitch in extreme heat who would not stop at anything till her cunt was rampaged by her father-in-law. The very man who had brought out her animistic longing to surface. He was the one man to whom she no longer hesitated in outpouring her sexual outbursts. She didn't care how she looked or how she behaved in front of this man.
His naked bahu, whose nightie was just ripped off her torso, lay with her hair strewn, the sindoor (vermilion) was long since gone with just a faint smear remaining. The mangalsutra, the symbol of her wedded status, was dangling over her right breast.
Balwant's love for this randi woman grew. His lust multiplied with the words she uttered and the moans she emitted just now.
Balwant pulled her hand further up and placed it around his hardened cock. "And what does my bahu want to do with my lund ...?" His fingers grazing across her torso running up to her breasts,
"Babuji... " Her voice laden with lust "I want that dark beast ..."
"Yes..my wonderful.." He said while pinching her nipple that elicited another moan. "But tell me what you want the lund for...?
Nodding her head, as if pointing towards her crotch "I want him inside me, Babuji". Her voice besieging, almost begging in lust.
"Kahan .... naam bolo (Where...name it)?" Balwant had that impish grin when he asked her where she wanted his lund, and she had to say the right but unutterable word. For her, that was the most intimate part of her womanhood. Even that did not stop him from teasing and embarrassing her further.
There was a teasing tone in the manner the patriarch was talking to his bahu in this most ardent stage of their impending copulation. He was goading the young girl to come out with specific answers to his questions once the girl had blurted out her carnal desire to hold the man's lund.
Sonam was embarrassed beyond measure; it was one thing to say these things in the spur of the moment and in her rising desires, but quite another if the recipient indulged in questions that would make her say things far more boldly. She was primarily a shy, conservative girl but circumstances, ever since her husband had left for a foreign assignment, made her change far more than she thought was possible for her. Shyly, hesitantly, she went on answering her father-in-law's teasing questions.
"Meri choot mein (In my pussy) ... Babuji," her voice in whisper with the longing of a woman who could not wait to be taken.
"So, you don't feel ashamed to take that name? Hmmm," Balwant teased her.
"But you wanted me to say it, Babuji! And then you tease me? You put me to shame!" Sonam felt ashamed at Babuji's trickery in getting her to answer his question and then tease her. She covered her face with her hands.
Balwant played with her long, silky hair. He laughed, wanting to tease her more. Just as a loving couple would do.
"Hmmmm .... so, you want to take my 'lund' in your pussy ... eh, Bahu?" he persisted in his teasing.
Sonam went on answering all his impish teases but she was far too impatient; impatient because she could not hold herself further. She was already holding the monstrous cock in her soft, petite hands while rubbing her soft palm along the length of the shaft. Her palms were moist by the steady stream of precum that oozed out from the tip of the stupendously large, black, monstrous cock that she held in her hands.
Such was her rising lust that she was eager to hold her wet hands on her face, breathing in the aroma that intoxicated her. And even to feed on the juice that had wet her hand. Oh my god! She was insanely overcome with heat and want for this man and his organ. She kept wondering how it was possible that even though her marriage was more than a year now she had not succumbed to her lust for this real 'mard'. Perhaps, if she had stayed all along in her sasural (in-laws house), if she had constantly intermingled with her father-in-law, they would both have surely surrendered to each other much earlier. May be, she would then have been impregnated by this man's healthy and fertile seeds, and the child that she conceived and gave birth to would have been theirs -- hers and her father-in-law Balwant's.
