This story is set in India.
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In the dim glow of the oil lamps in their modest home, 75 year old Rajkumar sat cross-legged on the woven mat, his wrinkled skin sagging over a frame hardened by decades of labor.
His eyes, sharp and cunning beneath bushy white brows, lustfully fixed on his grandson Aryan's new bride.
At 25, Pallavi was a vision. Her 32-26-32 curves hugged by a simple red saree that draped her lithe body, her dark hair cascading down her back - Her husband of mere weeks, jobleslly dozed in the next room, his slight build and humbling 4-inch endowment no match for the family's ancient secrets and proud values!!
"Pallavi Darling..." Rajkumar rasped in his voice thick with feigned solemnity, licking his lips ogling at the juicy assets of the youngest daughter-in-law in the family.
"Our lineage demands a ritual for Aryan's vitality. To ensure he lives long and strong, the bride must honor the elder's seed. It is a tradition that has been passed from father to son for generations. I hope you understand, sweetheart!!" he blatantly yet convincingly explained, as Pallavi's cheeks flushed, with her almond eyes widening, unaware of the twisted plot.
She for some strange reason seemed to be fully trusting the old man, maybe because Aryan had already spoken to her about family customs she did not know yet - Not at all hesitant, she nodded, as her heart pounded with unusual excitement!!
Rajkumar quickly untied his dhoti, revealing his massive 9-inch cock, thick and veined, rising defiantly from his grey pubic hair.
It throbbed, the head glistening with pre-cum, far larger than anything Pallavi had imagined, and more than double of what her husband, Aryan, had.
"Sit on me, Pallavi Darling!! Place yourself comfortably on my thighs, so that you can do this with total dedication!!" he erotically instructed, guiding her hands to lift her saree - She quickly complied, her pussy already damp from nervous anticipation, exposing her smooth shaved folds. Her 32DD breasts heaved as she positioned herself above him, the fabric pooling around her waist!!
Slowly, Pallavi lowered her hips, the bulbous tip of Rajkumar's aged yet strong dick pressing against her recently deflowered yet hardly penetrated entrance - She gasped as it mercilessly stretched her tight walls, inch by inch, invading her depths.
"Ohhh... God... Raj Papa!! You are too..." she sensually whispered, her 26-inch waist twisting as she sank down, her ass cheeks tightening, making her guiltfully feel that she just could not look at her husband's grandfather on the face anymore.
The old man's hands gripped her hips, rough palms digging into her soft skin, pulling her fully onto his shaft. Her pussy clenched around the monstrous length, juices coating him as she adjusted to the fullness that Aryan's small prick could never ever provide!!
Rajkumar groaned, his hips bucking upward, slamming his cock deeper.
"Ride it, Pallavi Darling... Ride me!! Bounce on me!! Milk the tradition from me!! Make sure your husband lives long!! Give it your best, babyy!!" he almost winked as he finished, pleasingly stunned seeing Pallavi immediately obey his orders, swiftly rising and loudly falling, her thighs quivering with each thrust, as her breasts bounced free from her blouse, dark nipples hardening in the air.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, carnally dripping onto her dancing mangalsutra, as she grinded against her father-in-law's father, completely believing she was doing it all for her newly married partner's goodness, but there was also no denying that the friction was igniting sparks in her core - The elder's sagging balls slapped against her ass, heavy and full, his wrinkled sack waiting to explode!!
Pallavi rode faster, with unexplainable eagerness, her moans echoing softly, pussy lips gripping the experienced veined girth.
Rajkumar's sore fingers pinched her clit, rubbing circles that made her shudder.
"For Aryan's life!! For Pallavi Darling's happiness!!" he wickedly grunted, thrusting harder into the young innocent girl, with his old cock pulsing inside her!!
Pallavi's body expectedly betrayed her devotion, as waves of pleasure built until she cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm crashing her, as her walls spasmed, squeezing the monster dick.
Rajkumar promptly followed, roaring as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her, flooding her fertile womb with his hot seeds.
She collapsed against his chest, his softening monster still buried in her, leaking remnants!!
"The ritual is complete, Pallavi Darling!! I feel so satis... I mean... I feel you did a great job!! You can now go back to Aryan!! You have proved how much you love him!!" Rajkumar devilishly murmured, a sly smile creasing his face.
Pallavi, breathless and wasted, after having been forced to enjoy the pleasure given by another man, scandalously wondered whether tradition always tasted this sinful, adjusting her disordered conservative attire, as her husband slept on, oblivious to the life-extending deception!!
THE END