I am Manju and I live in Allahabad.
When my husband died in an accident, my in-laws threw me out of the house. I was forced to return to my maternal home in Mohanganj, Allahabad. After I spent a year in my maternal home, slowly my father started asking me to remarry. My mother and brother also started asking me to remarry.
Daughter! How long will you live your life alone? It is important to have a life partner. We are here today and will not be here tomorrow. So daughter, listen to our advice and remarry! My mother said.
I started paying attention to her words and after a few days I said yes to my father for remarriage. I was just 25 years old. I was very young. I did not have any children either. So my marriage would have happened easily. My father started looking for a match for me. But the biggest thing was that no one wanted to marry a widow. Because in our country a widow is considered inauspicious. Still my father kept looking for a boy for me. After 2 months, we got engaged to a Thakur sahab. I was of Thakur caste and that Thakur sahab was also of my caste. He was a Radua. It had been 20 years since his wife died. The Thakur was 50 years old but always dyed his hair black. He was ready to accept a widow like me. He had a big mansion. When I heard that he was 50 years old and twice my age, I was very disappointed. But at least some man was ready to accept a widow like me, wasn't this enough? Thinking about all these compulsions, I said yes to the marriage.
I got married to Thakur Gajraj. I came to his mansion as the new daughter-in-law. My father and everyone in the house were so happy that I got married again. After coming to the mansion, I came to know that Thakur Gajraj had 2 sons of my age. He also had 2 daughters who were married. Apart from this, he also had 3 brothers. Today was my Suhagraat. Thakur sahab had given a big feast. The whole town was invited to the feast. Hundreds of electric lights were put up in the mansion. The whole celebration was over. It was 12 in the night. I came to the room. I was sitting on the bed wearing a new shiny sari and covering my face. Just then my new husband came. He was drinking.
Hey Manju Rani!! What is this veil?? Show me your face. Otherwise how will we celebrate our Suhagraat with you?? Thakur sahab said. He was my husband. I respected him a lot, because he had married a widow like me. I removed the pallu of the saree from my head. I was only 25 years old, so I was very young. My two beautiful breasts were visible above the blouse.
Oh wow brother!! Manju Rani, you are really very beautiful! Gajraj said. He had a big bottle of alcohol in his hand. He took another big sip and gulped it down. Then he came and sat next to me.
Manju Rani!! Before it becomes morning, we both should not delay and celebrate our Suhagraat! Gajraj said.
Yes!! I said softly. He made me drink several sips of alcohol from his bottle. I refused a lot but he did not listen. I got drunk and got drunk. Thakur Gajraj, who was now my new husband, stripped me naked in one go. I was drunk. He started fucking me. There was not a single piece of clothing on my body. Most men put some light clothing on top when they fuck their wives. But Gajraj stripped me completely naked. He was fucking me vigorously. Husbands fuck their wives with love and care, but Gajraj was fucking me without caring. I was drunk, but still I was understanding everything. Gajraj fucked me four times on that wedding night. I was lying naked on his bed with my legs spread. I was unconscious.
My new husband Gajraj took out a camera from his wardrobe and took many nude pictures of me. This was the same camera with which photos are taken in weddings. I was unconscious. He made me drink too much. After some time Gajraj came to my room with his son Suraj.
Son!! Look, your mother is beautiful!! Gajraj asked his son.
I was lying naked on the bed with my legs spread, completely drunk.
The new mother is very beautiful, Papa!! What a great girl you have found, Papa!! What a hot girl! Suraj said. He was my step son by relation. But he was standing in my room.
Son! Will you fuck your mother?? Everything is acceptable among Thakurs!! Thakur Gajraj said. That bastard was drunk.
Okay! Papa. I will fuck the new mother! Suraj said
Son! You tear your mother's pussy. I will take your pictures! Gajraj said. My step son Suraj took off his clothes. My new husband Gajraj sat on the sofa in my room with a camera. My step son Suraj came to me. He was a young boy of my age, around 20-22 years. I lay naked with my legs spread and lay unconscious. I was thinking that I was in my husband's room. But I did not know that someone else had also come to my room. My step son Suraj took off all his clothes. He came on the bed next to me. He put his hand on my smooth thigh and started caressing it. I thought that my new husband was Thakur sahab. Suraj bent down and kissed my feet. I had new anklets on my fair feet and silver anklets on my toes. Suraj started kissing my beautiful feet.
He stared at me from top to bottom. 'Papa!! The new mother is a hot fuckable babe!' Suraj said. I was unconscious due to the intoxication of alcohol. I did not know who was staring at me. Suraj's eyes were fucking me. He came near me and put his hands on both my breasts and started pressing them. I
I felt good. I was thinking that it was Thakur sahab. Suraj bent down and started drinking my milk. I was feeling good. My eyes were closed but I was thinking that someone is loving me. Suraj started thinking of me as his own wife. He started pressing my breasts quickly and started drinking. I had married only Thakur Gajraj. I had come only to get fucked by him, but maybe someone else was also going to fuck me. Suraj went crazy on my naked and open form. He started drinking my milk. After some time he bent down and put his mouth on my mouth. He started sucking my juicy lips. I was intoxicated. I knew that it was Thakur sahab. Then Suraj sat on my pussy like a bee on a flower.
He started drinking my pussy. He was also drinking my asshole. I was feeling very good. I knew that Thakur sahab was showing me love. After drinking my pussy for a long time, Suraj put his three fingers in my pussy and started fucking my pussy. My eyes remained closed due to intoxication. But I was enjoying a lot. After rubbing my pussy with his three fingers, Suraj again licked my pussy several times. Then he inserted his 20 year old big dick in my pussy and started pounding my pussy. I was enjoying it. Suraj had a good body. He was tearing my pussy by making a banging sound while sitting. He had his hands on both my fleshy thighs. I was open in front of him like an open safe. My step son was fucking me, i.e. his mother. On the other side, the bastard Thakur Gajraj was clicking pictures of my fucking. And was also making a film of me.
Suraj fucked me twice and dropped his cum in my pussy. I liked it very much. I was thinking that it was Thakur sahab. But it was Suraj. When it was morning, I went to the bathroom. I bathed properly. The whole day my new husband Thakur Gajraj kept laughing and laughing. Kept showing me a lot of love. He had a very sweet voice. I was thinking in my mind that how lucky I am that despite being a widow, Thakur sahab married me and brought me to such a big luxurious mansion. Gave me the status of a wife. The whole day passed happily. All the members of the house talked to me very lovingly. Then I went at night.
Manju Rani!! Come here, I will show you something!! Thakur sahab said. He turned on his camera. I happily sat on the bed next to him. Then he showed me something. My nude pictures, then pictures of me fucking with Thakur, many pictures of my pussy, then pictures of Suraj sucking my breasts, pictures of Suraj fucking me. Then pictures of both the servants fucking me. I started crying. I was going crazy. Yesterday on my honeymoon night, I was fucked by 4 people. I was drunk so I could not understand anything.
Thakur sahab, what is all this?? I am your wife?? Then why all this? I asked while crying.
You are a widow. And now you are our mistress!! You came to this house already fucked. So you should not have any problem. We all will fuck you every day and will entertain ourselves with you! This mansion, this wealth, these gold ornaments are all yours. Manju Rani! You also enjoy, make us enjoy too!! Thakur Gajraj said.
No!! I will not tolerate all this at all. I am leaving your house today itself! I said and ran towards the door. Suraj and two wrestler servants of the house came from nowhere. And they caught me, then Thakur forcibly made me drink alcohol and I got drunk, after 3 hours when I regained consciousness, my servants had stripped me naked and were fucking me. My new husband Thakur Gajraj and my step son had already fucked me. My pussy was hurting a lot. Both the servants of this house were now fucking me. I also compromised with the situation, I was already a widow,
Now I have become Thakur's personal whore. Thakur gets me fucked by whomever he wants and I get fucked by them,
This story is fictional, and it is written for romance, it has nothing to do with reality
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