Balchandraji then turned his attention to my bottoms. My petticoat and panty were ripped out in no time. I lay on the bed like a newly wedded bride, except that I was stark naked save for my bangles, my mangalsutra and my payal. Balchandraji was still fully clothed. I suddenly felt shy, and tried to cover my cunt with my hands. That left my top half exposed, and Balchandraji took full advantage, playing with and pulling my breasts. I was now quite, quite wet, and dripping like a faucet.
Balchandraji now stripped off his clothes. He was fast and smooth, and barely took any time. He had kept in shape, darling, unlike you, and his muscles were ripped. Even at his age I am sure he could take you on and barely break a sweat. I gasped as he then pulled down his pants and underwear, and his cock sprang out into view!
‘What do you think of your new husband’s lund, bahu?’ He laughed. ‘Is it not a beautiful cock?’
It was large, much larger than you Rajesh, of course, and almost, but not quite, as large as Ramu. I stared at it, amazed.
‘You are much bigger than Rajesh,’ I then told him.
Balchandraji laughed and said he would do things to me that you never will be able to, and I will be doing things to him that I never did for you. And he was right, honey, he was right!
Balchandraji now moved and started to slide his naked body all over my naked body. My hands still protected my womenhood, so he told me to move them. I played a little coy, and shook my head. ‘I will slap you again, bahu.’ He told me in a calm voice. I still shook my head.
Next thing I feel is a sharp whack on my cheek. Balchandraji had slapped me, again! Before I could even process the stinging pain on my left cheek, I felt another blow on my right! He had slapped me one more time! For the first time in a long while, another man was treating me so roughly, almost like a whore! I didn’t want to, but my body betrayed me. I started to cum again. I hadn’t been slapped like that since Ramu, my dear. Ramu used to be quite rough with me. The difference was that Ramu was always rough with me, whereas Balchandraji was rough if I didn’t obey him. So immediately I parted my hands and let him take a good look at my cunt.
Balchandraji smiled. ‘That’s like a good Indian bahu, my randi. I don’t want to slap you but I will if I need to. Understand?’ I merely nodded, lost in my passions.
We were now grinding against each other, and I was in his arms. He was kissing me all over, and my hands were busy rubbing and stroking his manhood. He was calling me names like kuttiya, bitch, slut and saali. He kept describing me as a maal, an ‘item’. He slapped my cheeks a few more times and told me I was a slut because I liked that. He was right! And then, he rubbed his now erect and monstrous cock over my naked clit, grabbed my hair in one hand, while his other hand grabbed my bum. ‘I’m going to enter you now, saali.’ He told me. He then positioned his cock, and rammed it into my pussy!
He fucked me long and hard, darling. Have you ever seen two dogs going at it, Rajesh? How frenetic and fervent they are? That’s what we were. Two dogs furiously humping each other.