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Rani had been married to her husband Siva for just over 3 weeks when the trouble started. She married Siva, an agricultural chemicals salesman, in a small but relatively expensive wedding that was fully financed by her father in law, Bobby Moodley. Siva was on his first job and could hardly afford to pay for his and his Rani’s upkeep, so the understanding was that they would all share their big home in Mobeni Heights in the “Indian” suburb of Chatsworth, Durban. The problem was Bobby.
“I reckon, you accept that you and your husband are nothing without me” said the tall, pitch black Bobby, running his hands through his black hair and adjusting his pony tail.
“I know, dedda” she said using her husband’s “pet word” for Dad.
“What you reckon, you show me some appreciation…and I will look after you?” Bobby said looking at his daughter in law's cleavage, clearly trying to catch a good view of her ample bosom. Rani felt most uncomfortable as a result of the obviously lustful gawking. She had noted how her father-in-law always had an excuse to brush past her, making sure that she felt his always hard penis. After a few brushes she had come to know that these brushes were not accidental.
Then came the daily walking in while she was showering or shaving her intimate parts. Just the day before he had walked into the bathroom and on seeing Rani naked, he just stood there smiling, then slinked off into the next bathroom and groaned indiscreetly as he shagged his hand. If she had ever been in doubt about the serious situation that was developing, all her fears where confirmed later in the day when Bobby called her to say goodbye before he went off on an errand. Bobby hugged her tight and planted a kiss on her closed mouth. The hardness down in his underwear was pushing hard against her upper tummy as he squeezed her in a tight hug.
“But Dedda, how can it be…” Rani tried to reason.
“Your husband knows that daughter-in-laws and their father-in-laws should be very close. Why you want to be different now?” Bobby pressed.
That night Rani tried to tell Siva about his father’s advances towards her and he just laughed her off, saying that maybe his dad wanted him to pay back for the love and affection he received from his wife, Siva’s mother. He went on to give her one of his unimpressive quick bonks before falling off to sleep, up at 5am to drive to the farmlands in Northern Zululand.
Rani was woken by the sound of Bobby rummaging through the wardrobe.
“Good morning dedda, what are you looking for?” she asked her partially nude father-in-law.
Bobby turned around, holding a tie in his hand. He had a clean blue shirt, black socks and no underwear. His fat short prick sticking out under the unfastened lower buttons.
“I need looking for a tie to match my suit” Bobby said. This was easy to understand but what was not entirely obvious was why he had no trousers on. Whether or not he wore underwear was his decision but not wearing trousers while speaking to one’s daughter-in-law, was odd, at the very least.
“Come give me a blow-job” Bobby said. He stood next to her bed and started stroking his short stick. Rani had a good look and recognised the resemblance with her husband’s dick. Same colour, foreskin and even veins. The only difference was that Siva’s was two or more inches longer, if only he could use it for her satisfaction not just his, she thought.
“Just lick him lekker. Don’t tell my son, he knows I will get it from you. He will also naai (fuck), his son’s frou (wife), I reckon that is what we-all charous (Durban Indians) do” Bobby said, speaking the local “English” dialect.
Rani’s heart sank. She had heard many rumours about how father-in-laws in Chatsworth were always so close to their sons’ wives, to the extent that many Indian husbands let them take off the burden of looking after their wives’ intimate needs. This allowed them to focus on their careers (and mistresses), with great results. She knew that Bobby Moodley was a philanderer of note but had never looked at him “as a man”, to her, she was her husband’s father, end of story.
Bobby gently put his hand behind her head and held his hot dick against her cheek before sweeping around to her closed mouth.
“Your face feels lekker… give me a nice blow. Be nice to me and you will love this family. I told Siva to buy you a Mini Cooper but he says you don’t deserve it because you don’t want to find a job…” He was breathing heavily as he promised her the comfortable life her husband could not afford.
“Fucken suck him now, my girl. If you don’t, you and your puss of a husband will be living in some dingy fucked-up pozzy( home).” Bobby quickly escalated to threatening speak. He pulled her face hard against his hard stick.
With tears in her eyes, and a strange tingling in her cunt, Rani opened her mouth wide. Bobby quickly advanced his penis inside. It was hot and very comforting to her, quite paradoxically. She sucked it in and it touched the back of her throat, making her throw-up. Luckily her stomach was empty and she only retched, more tears flooding into her blood-shot eyes. Bobby, grabbed her hair and fucked Rani’s face. His dick grew no less than three inches to an impressive 7 inches of fat Indian meat. Rani soon abandoned feeling sorry for herself and got into enjoying the feeling of a cock in her mouth. She had little experience giving head but from the sounds her father-in-law was making, she knew that she was causing good things to him.
“Thank you Rani, lekker B-J, I must teach you how to deep-throat….yes lick the head an’all…lekker..” Bobby had wanted to fuck his son’s girlfriend from the time he knew about their romance when she was 15 years. He always peeped through his “spy-holes” when she was in the bathroom and he had known her body as it blossomed before his eyes. Now 20 years old, Rani was a typical Durban Indian beauty, dark and lovely with well-kept hair, nice revealing clothes and a carefree live that typified the Chatsworth vibe.
“I am gonna come now…Rani…sorry to shoot early...I am still learning you…” Rani looked at Bobby’s face and noted how it had transformed into a tortured, dizzy looking sweaty visage. Her nerves and hormones were in chaotic confusion as she enjoyed a delicious little orgasm of her own. A brief shiver and loss of tone in all her bodily muscles was all she experienced as she came but this time it lasted much longer. She held her husband’s “creator” in her small hand and pumped it in an out of her mouth while her eyes stayed fixed on her father-in-law’s twisted face. Bobby twitched uncontrollably as he spurt his cream. She tasted cum for the first time in her life; it was not as disgusting as she had expected it to be. And what a delightful surprise it was! She sucked on his fat prick and swallowed her husband’s potential siblings. She held the cock at the base, with the foreskin pulled back, she licked its pink head. She hungrily licked all the wetness off the black shaft, while pressing her knockers against her father-in-law’s legs and knees.
Only when his penis started softening did Bobby Moodley find his voice again.
“Fuck, you give some decent head Rani, I will teach you more tricks next time” He sighed as he took his prick away from her hands.
“Did you enjoy sucking the dick that made your husband…..did you come” Bobby smiled, standing at the door to leave.
Rani had seconds to decide; the truth or the decent thing to say?
“I think I came” she said, almost whispered.
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“I reckon, you accept that you and your husband are nothing without me” said the tall, pitch black Bobby, running his hands through his black hair and adjusting his pony tail.
“I know, dedda” she said using her husband’s “pet word” for Dad.
“What you reckon, you show me some appreciation…and I will look after you?” Bobby said looking at his daughter in law's cleavage, clearly trying to catch a good view of her ample bosom. Rani felt most uncomfortable as a result of the obviously lustful gawking. She had noted how her father-in-law always had an excuse to brush past her, making sure that she felt his always hard penis. After a few brushes she had come to know that these brushes were not accidental.
Then came the daily walking in while she was showering or shaving her intimate parts. Just the day before he had walked into the bathroom and on seeing Rani naked, he just stood there smiling, then slinked off into the next bathroom and groaned indiscreetly as he shagged his hand. If she had ever been in doubt about the serious situation that was developing, all her fears where confirmed later in the day when Bobby called her to say goodbye before he went off on an errand. Bobby hugged her tight and planted a kiss on her closed mouth. The hardness down in his underwear was pushing hard against her upper tummy as he squeezed her in a tight hug.
“But Dedda, how can it be…” Rani tried to reason.
“Your husband knows that daughter-in-laws and their father-in-laws should be very close. Why you want to be different now?” Bobby pressed.
That night Rani tried to tell Siva about his father’s advances towards her and he just laughed her off, saying that maybe his dad wanted him to pay back for the love and affection he received from his wife, Siva’s mother. He went on to give her one of his unimpressive quick bonks before falling off to sleep, up at 5am to drive to the farmlands in Northern Zululand.
Rani was woken by the sound of Bobby rummaging through the wardrobe.
“Good morning dedda, what are you looking for?” she asked her partially nude father-in-law.
Bobby turned around, holding a tie in his hand. He had a clean blue shirt, black socks and no underwear. His fat short prick sticking out under the unfastened lower buttons.
“I need looking for a tie to match my suit” Bobby said. This was easy to understand but what was not entirely obvious was why he had no trousers on. Whether or not he wore underwear was his decision but not wearing trousers while speaking to one’s daughter-in-law, was odd, at the very least.
“Come give me a blow-job” Bobby said. He stood next to her bed and started stroking his short stick. Rani had a good look and recognised the resemblance with her husband’s dick. Same colour, foreskin and even veins. The only difference was that Siva’s was two or more inches longer, if only he could use it for her satisfaction not just his, she thought.
“Just lick him lekker. Don’t tell my son, he knows I will get it from you. He will also naai (fuck), his son’s frou (wife), I reckon that is what we-all charous (Durban Indians) do” Bobby said, speaking the local “English” dialect.
Rani’s heart sank. She had heard many rumours about how father-in-laws in Chatsworth were always so close to their sons’ wives, to the extent that many Indian husbands let them take off the burden of looking after their wives’ intimate needs. This allowed them to focus on their careers (and mistresses), with great results. She knew that Bobby Moodley was a philanderer of note but had never looked at him “as a man”, to her, she was her husband’s father, end of story.
Bobby gently put his hand behind her head and held his hot dick against her cheek before sweeping around to her closed mouth.
“Your face feels lekker… give me a nice blow. Be nice to me and you will love this family. I told Siva to buy you a Mini Cooper but he says you don’t deserve it because you don’t want to find a job…” He was breathing heavily as he promised her the comfortable life her husband could not afford.
“Fucken suck him now, my girl. If you don’t, you and your puss of a husband will be living in some dingy fucked-up pozzy( home).” Bobby quickly escalated to threatening speak. He pulled her face hard against his hard stick.
With tears in her eyes, and a strange tingling in her cunt, Rani opened her mouth wide. Bobby quickly advanced his penis inside. It was hot and very comforting to her, quite paradoxically. She sucked it in and it touched the back of her throat, making her throw-up. Luckily her stomach was empty and she only retched, more tears flooding into her blood-shot eyes. Bobby, grabbed her hair and fucked Rani’s face. His dick grew no less than three inches to an impressive 7 inches of fat Indian meat. Rani soon abandoned feeling sorry for herself and got into enjoying the feeling of a cock in her mouth. She had little experience giving head but from the sounds her father-in-law was making, she knew that she was causing good things to him.
“Thank you Rani, lekker B-J, I must teach you how to deep-throat….yes lick the head an’all…lekker..” Bobby had wanted to fuck his son’s girlfriend from the time he knew about their romance when she was 15 years. He always peeped through his “spy-holes” when she was in the bathroom and he had known her body as it blossomed before his eyes. Now 20 years old, Rani was a typical Durban Indian beauty, dark and lovely with well-kept hair, nice revealing clothes and a carefree live that typified the Chatsworth vibe.
“I am gonna come now…Rani…sorry to shoot early...I am still learning you…” Rani looked at Bobby’s face and noted how it had transformed into a tortured, dizzy looking sweaty visage. Her nerves and hormones were in chaotic confusion as she enjoyed a delicious little orgasm of her own. A brief shiver and loss of tone in all her bodily muscles was all she experienced as she came but this time it lasted much longer. She held her husband’s “creator” in her small hand and pumped it in an out of her mouth while her eyes stayed fixed on her father-in-law’s twisted face. Bobby twitched uncontrollably as he spurt his cream. She tasted cum for the first time in her life; it was not as disgusting as she had expected it to be. And what a delightful surprise it was! She sucked on his fat prick and swallowed her husband’s potential siblings. She held the cock at the base, with the foreskin pulled back, she licked its pink head. She hungrily licked all the wetness off the black shaft, while pressing her knockers against her father-in-law’s legs and knees.
Only when his penis started softening did Bobby Moodley find his voice again.
“Fuck, you give some decent head Rani, I will teach you more tricks next time” He sighed as he took his prick away from her hands.
“Did you enjoy sucking the dick that made your husband…..did you come” Bobby smiled, standing at the door to leave.
Rani had seconds to decide; the truth or the decent thing to say?
“I think I came” she said, almost whispered.
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Thats it lovers, for those who enjoy satisfying a pussy here is- Female Orgasm 101; Preparation, Building & Delivering it - https://exoticsex.home.blog/2020/04/30/female-orgasm-101
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