Anna’s story

Hi friends. This is Bharati again. This is a story I received from Anna by e-mail. He requested me to post it. I found it quite exciting and different, and it made me horny as hell. This is the first time I am writing something and posting it on this site. I am Anna (male) staying in Mumbai. I am planning this story in many interconnected parts – depending on the response from you’ll. This story is of my own family, living in a remote village in Maharashtra. My grandfather is 50 years old and is the zamindar (landowner) of the village and owns all the farm land. Everyone who stays in the village works for my grandfather. He is very tall and dark. His body is like a wrestler. His usual dress is a short vest and a dhoti. The dhoti is tied in such a way that his dick and balls hang in a sort of pouch in the front. The size of this pouch is almost like a medium sized papaya. Yes, his dick is about 6” when it is loose and his balls are the size of mangoes. As he is the zamindar, any female in the village has to be at his beck and call. He is always horny and ready for a fuck. He has 3 wives – the youngest is 15.This is the story he told me when I was visiting from Mumbai. His fourth wife Chanda, who was about 15 years at that time, was serving us drinks and snacks. My grandfather’s house had a high wall surrounding it and no-one could see over it. Therefore my grandfather had given orders that the women in the house should be scantily dressed. They all wore half-saris, made of thin cotton and no blouses. Their tits were covered by a short pallu and could be seen from the sides. Even the servant women had to remove their blouses when they came into the house.

This part is about his first marriage and his young wife Bhowma. My grandfather married when he was 15 years old – his wife was 13 years (In rural India, child marriages were common at that time). My grandfather’s marriage took place with a lot of dhoom-dhaam. He had not even seen the young girl. But he had a condition – she must have long hair and big boobs. His father agreed with a condition of his own and the girl was selected. After the marriage, he had to spend the wedding night at the home of the girl. In these rural families, it was a custom that the son-in-law was sent into a room to wait for his bride. A young girl came in with some flowers. He saw her dressed in her tight blouse and half-skirt. He called her and asked her if she would like to play with him. She said yes! When he asked her name, she shyly replied, “Cheema”. He then called her to him and made her sit on his lap. Right on the bulge in his dhoti. He told her he would show her something like magic, he had a dead snake in his dhoti and that he was going to open his dhoti and make it alive. But she must not stop him at all, whatever he did. The girl agreed and he turned her around on his lap so that she was facing him. He cunningly lifted up her long skirt, so that her choot and gaand were directly on his huge lund.

Since she was not wearing anything under her skirt, he could feel the heat through his thin dhoti. He opened his dhoti and pulled out his limp lund, so that it was in between their bodies – it was long, black and thick, really like a dead snake. He then said that he will make it alive and standing up like a stick. The girl giggled and said that it was not possible; no one could make a dead snake alive. He asked her to touch it and stroke it. When she shyly touched it, his lund started twitching and filling up. It became slightly harder and longer. Cheema was surprised and looked at it in wonder. It was the first time she was seeing a fully grown lund becoming hard. He then asked her to bend down and put her mouth on it, she hesitated, but he reminded her that she must do whatever he told her. Young Cheema bent down and touched her tender lips to his swelling lund. He then told her to stroke it with both her hands and slide her lips up and down on it, so that it would stand up for her. Meanwhile he started undoing the buttons on the back side of her blouse, so that it became loose. He then pushed it up and started playing with her young tender mangoes, with a dark brown ring and nice brown nipples.

And his lund grew even bigger. He told her that the snake wanted him to suck her mangoes, so that the juice would make it alive. He then lifted her on to his lund, so that her choot was on the rod and told her to massage it by moving her hips up and down. While she did that, he took her tender hard boobs in his mouth and started sucking them greedily. His hips started jerking up and he held her tightly against him, his lund pressed between his stomach and her young body, as his cum boiled up from his huge balls. The leaking made his lund slippery and it slid between their bodies as though it was in a juicy choot. Then it exploded and his hot cum sprayed between their bodies. He pumped a few times and his snake started drooping again. Then he started massaging the thick liquid into her body, her boobs and around her cunt and gaand. This made him excited again.

Just then, he heard some women coming towards the room. He closed Cheema’s blouse and lowered her skirt. He arranged his dhoti to cover his lund and leaned back on the bed. Cheema stood near the bed, arranging the flowers she had brought when she came into the room. They were bringing his new bride to him. He was ready for her. She was very slim and had big boobs, covered with her saree pallu. In her hands she held a glass of hot milk. Her skin was wheatish and she had thick dark hair covered by her sari pallu. She wore lots of gold jewelry, green glass bangles and a big ‘nath’ (nose pin) in her nose. My grandfather was feeling his lund swelling as he imagined removing her clothes and finally removing her ‘nath’ before fucking her hard with his long hard lund. I will describe that in part 2. Tell me if you liked the story. My e-mail address is [email protected]. I have received some more stories from readers to be posted on the net. If you enjoyed this story, I will edit and post some more.