Bhogwadi is a small village in the Sahyadri hills. It is about fifty kilometers away from the main highway. So no one comes here in particular. Naturally, there is no question of much traffic in the main village. But this changes when the Bhogeshwar fair is held in the village. Then people come here from all the surrounding areas. The story of this Bhogeshwar is very interesting. It is said that in the Treta Yuga, a demon named Lingasuri created a stir. She wanted the love of men to eat. She would change her form and seduce the men in Panchakroshi. She would lick and suck their love until they were unaware and then she would bite it and kill them. Later, when the news spread, men became cautious. Even if they saw a beautiful stranger, they started staying away. Who knows, what if this was Lingasuri in a changed form? But Lingasuri was a demon. Now Lingasuri, who was addicted to love, stopped taking her beautiful form and started capturing men with sheer force. Even the best wrestlers were defeated by her power.
So what, there was a commotion. Men without love everywhere. How would such men give birth to new children? Gradually, the population of this area started decreasing. Thus, God felt worried that humans would not survive on earth. He decided to take care of Lingasuri. God descended on earth in the form of an attractive man. He was called Bhogeshwar. This Bhogeshwar was tall, strong, had beautiful hair that fell on his shoulders, a curly moustache, and a neat nose. Both his arms were long and strong. Just by looking at him, one could get an idea of his power. Lingasuri was fascinated by this attractive man. She assumed that the penis of such a tall and strong man would also be long and thick. But Bhogeshwar was powerful. Despite trying hard and using her strength, Lingasuri could not catch him. Then she played an old trick to seduce Bhogeshwar. She took the form of an attractive nymph using her elusive power. Lingasuri now looked sexy and attractive. Beautifully shaped, lined eyes, thin, delicate lips, a straight, stylish nose, a tapering chin. Under a straight, large neck, large, round, luscious breasts, from which a soft blue cloth was wrapped, a thin waist and a blue cloth that was worn so that the juicy ass could be easily seen below. Beautiful, long, black, silky hair that reached down to that ass. There was hunger, lust in her eyes.
Seeing her in this form, even Bhogeshwar himself found it difficult to control himself. His lust hardened. Lingasuri, in the form of an apsara, was delighted to see his thick lust. She moved her tongue from her lips. Seeing this scene, Bhogeshwar rushed towards her and directly touched Lingasuri's cheeks. He pulled her northern clothes like a rag and threw them away. And he pressed both her cheeks hard. She moaned with pleasure. But he did not stop. He sucked, licked, and bit her breasts. She moaned once again. But she was getting pleasure from that pain. By now, Bhogeshwar had removed all her clothes and inserted his fingers into her swollen pink pussy. Pressing and sucking her cheeks, he started to fuck her with his fingers on the other side. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her body was arched in supreme pleasure. His hard cock was rubbing against her thighs, and she was getting more and more aroused. After this extreme pleasure, Lingasuri became half unconscious. She was so exhausted from the pleasure that she had no strength left to do anything. And then Bhogeshwar left her in the bliss of pleasure.
The next day, Lingasuri came again, ready. Today, she was wearing yellow clothes. It was like a burning fire. Bhogeshwar's lust hardened again and he attacked Lingasuri, the nymph. He stripped her naked in an instant and made her lie down on the grass. Pressing her throat with both hands and pinching her clitoris with his fingers, he buried his head between Lingasuri's thighs. He teased her clitoris with his tongue. She went completely unconscious with pleasure. He kissed her lips and sucked the clitoris. And then he inserted his long tongue into her pussy. The tongue he took inside was moving in circles, touching every point of her pussy, driving her crazy. Lingasuri was experiencing a tongue as long as a lover's for the first time. She was sucking one of his fingers and his tongue was fucking her pussy on the other side. Waves upon waves of pleasure came. Lingasuri was once again overcome with supreme happiness and fell asleep on the grass.
On the third day, Lingasuri came determined that no matter what happened today, she would finish Bhogeshwar. She came in the form of an apsara, wearing bright red clothes. Bhogeshwar was ready. It started like the first two days. And at one point, Bhogeshwar suddenly turned Lingasuri over. And inserted his thick penis into her pussy from behind.
"Oh my... oh my... save me..." There was an unprecedented combination of pain and pleasure, just like the words 'save me, God' coming out of the mouth of a demon!
Holding her long silky hair in his fist, Bhigeshwar kept fucking Lingasuri from behind. While doing this, he leaned forward a little and pressed her hanging breasts and occasionally slapped her ass with his other hand. She was moaning. Bhigeshwar's sex was resonating in the entire panchakroshi. Occasionally, Bhigeshwar was giving her even more pleasure by teasing her breasts with his fingers. A moment came when juice started leaking from Bhigeshwar's pussy and Lingasuri was fulfilled by the touch of that warm white juice. No one had ever fucked her so much before. She lay on her back in a semi-conscious state. There was so much juice in her vagina that it literally started pouring out like a waterfall. Her own juice was also filled with it. It was a river of it. It was the river of pleasure of this village.
On the fourth day, however, when Lingasuri took the form of an apsara, she decided not to wear any clothes. Today, she wanted to taste the love of Bhogeshwar. She met Bhogeshwar completely naked. Just like the previous three days, Bhogeshwar's love immediately hardened. He put his hand on her waist, but she said, "God, you have given me so much pleasure for the past three days, let me repay you," at that careless moment, Bhogeshwar agreed. And now, in the joy of having him in her clutches, Lingasuri sat on her knees in front of him and took that thick, big penis in her mouth. She licked it, sucked it. Now she would bite it... But what is this? Because of her intoxicating form, that penis had become so hard that Lingasuri could not even bite it. She kept sucking that penis and enjoyed the love of all the men in the world!
Even today, it is believed that Lingasuri is sucking Bhogeshwar's penis, waiting for it to soften a little. There is a temple of Bhogeshwar on the hill of the village. It is believed that Bhogeshwar fucked Lingasuri at this place. There is an idol of Bhogeshwar standing and Lingasuri sitting on her knees in front, sucking his penis. There is a waterfall behind this temple. After Bhogeshwari slept for three consecutive days, Bhogeshwari shook his penis and sprayed semen on all three days to calm the erect penis. It is believed that this waterfall was created from that. Later, in time, Lingasuri gained divinity and came to be called Bhogeshwari. A festival is celebrated in the village so that her sucking continues like this. Bhogeshwar's festival and fair last for four days. On the first day of this festival, jaggery-based lava and sweet flour-knead cakes are prepared in every household. That is what is offered. And on the fourth day, the women of the house suck the jaggery paste while the men put their fingers in the dough and lick it. Since the water of the waterfall behind the temple is considered to be the semen of Bhogeshwar, the women of the village bathe naked in it. On the first day of the festival, everyone in the village wears blue clothes, on the second day yellow, on the third day red and long ago on the fourth day the entire village used to walk around naked. But now they wear white clothes to show their nakedness. This village on the banks of the Bhogi river got its name from this Bhogeshwar.
The sarpanch of this village was Raoji Patil. For the past forty-two years, someone from the Patil family has been the sarpanch. The same year Raoji was born, his father became the sarpanch for the first time. When this post was reserved for women, his mother and father alternated for about twenty-five years. Raoji Patil became the sarpanch for the first time at the age of twenty and remained there for ten consecutive years. Then, when the post was reserved, his wife Radha Patlin became the sarpanch. And now Raoji is the sarpanch again. Raoji is the uncrowned king of Bhogwadi! Raoji does not do much to feed himself. He has his father's agricultural land, which is used by laborers. There is an orchard, which also generates income. Moreover, Raoji gets 10-12% of the money that comes from government schemes in the village. He does not necessarily have to do any special work. So what to do with all this free time? So when he felt like it, he would make his wife-Radha lie down and fuck her. Sometimes, when he felt like it, he would go to his farm and empty his hard cock into the mouth of a laborer. Sometimes, when the riding was too much, he would go to see the dance of Manjula Lavaniwali, who was famous in Panchkroshi. After the dance, he would suck her cheeks and fuck her bubbly pussy. That's it, day and night!
"Why did you come and beat the whole village?" Radha Patlin said bitterly as the sarpanch entered the house. She knew her husband's lust very well.
"Oh, I'm Hitam, I went to our... um... garden. There are pests on the crops... so let's tell the farmer and get some medicine to kill them..."
"The insects have fallen on your love... the garden is standing still..." Radha said.
"Oh no, let's be honest..."
"Tell me... you didn't leave that old woman behind... now she's a woman who's sixty. And whose pussy did you get to fuck your lover when you left..."
"Hey Radhe... are you making a lot of noise today?" Sarpanch Patil said sternly.
"What else... I'll just sit here waiting for you... and you'll go outside?" Radha's eyes filled with tears.
"That's not it, Radhe..."
"That's right. Why have I ever called you a barber? She can be scolded from front to back, lying down, or standing up. Show me a woman like me who is so full of love and affection in this village... but you don't appreciate her..." Patal fell in love with his Patalinbai.
"On the fourth night after marriage, I also gave you my ex-ass. How many times have I taken your dick in my ass till now... While I'm sitting here, you're fucking that old woman's loose pussy... What is this, Sarpanch?"
What she was saying was not false. She could not have found a wife who was ready to have sex whenever and however her husband asked. Radha enjoyed it. She did not do it just because her husband asked her to. But she also wanted love constantly. To suck, to ride, to be fucked. The Sarpanch came close to her. He lifted her chin and said,
"Patlinbai, oh, no matter how many women come, who will be able to take your place? Your ass, your cheeks, your curly hair... I don't care about you."
"Really?" Radha asked in a hoarse voice.
"Oath of Bhogeshwar..."
"And what do you like about me?" she asked shyly.
"Radhe, whenever your lips touch my love, I become completely unconscious..."
"More?"
"When I hold your ass-length curly hair in my hands and spank your ass from behind, let my love find heaven..."
"More?" As she spoke, she had already taken off her bra. Her plump, round breasts were showing off her cleavage.
"These cheeks of yours...and these black cocks on them...I want to suck them all night long...If I let go of your thick, black, curly hair, it will be a never-ending night...and I will just fuck you without getting tired or stopping..." His cock had become as hard as a rod and now Radhabai had taken it in her hands and started gently moving it. Just then,
"Raoji...oh Raoji..." Ganapya entered the Sarpanch's Tolejang Wada with a loud shout. This Ganapya was Raoji Patal's special man. But today he had come at the wrong time.
"Come later, Ganapya..." Raoji muttered without opening the door to the room.
"Raoji, come out.. The current situation is not about beating the ass, it's about saving the ass." No astrologer was needed to tell what Raoji was doing inside the room. Radha burst into laughter after hearing Ganapya's voice. Raoji's love was no longer strong.
"Give up Patil now..." Radha said with a smile, "Get your ass for the night ex..."
Radha got up, straightening her clothes, and opened the door. Raoji also came out, wearing a dhoti.
"What's wrong, Gampya... why is the afternoon light on?" Radha asked before Raoji could ask.
"Patlinbai, it's amazing..."
"Are you going to tell me what happened or will I give you a slap?" Raoji said angrily.
"Raoji, our police officer has been transferred. The new inspector will arrive today."
"What's in it, please?" Raoji asked.
"The government has specially sent him to deal with robberies at the ghats." Ganapya was saying, "My name is Yashwant Jadhav. He doesn't take bribes and whenever he gets a chance, he shoots the criminal directly."
Sarpanch Raoji Patil was very worried. And that was natural, I would say. Because the new hunter was looking for a wild animal, and the wild animal was Raoji Patil himself!
It so happened that last year there was a drought and the first sowing was wasted. Then the rains came but did not stop and the little crop that had come was washed away. To make up for this loss, Raoji took a gang by the hand. This gang started roaming the ghat road leading from the main highway to Konkan. Using his position and power, Raoji would keep the police quiet. Although Raoji did not actually go roaming, he was the leader of the gang.
"When will he come?"
"Today. I saw you from Satara. You will come now..."
"Have you come to Panchayat now..." Raoji touched his head, "Ganpya, Shiva and Babanya, stop working until I tell you to stop. Don't spread seeds around the village. I will give you some money, give it to them, and tell them to be quiet for a while." While talking, Raoji went into the inner room. He started counting and taking out money from the safe.
"Did you say the name is Yashwant Jadhav?" By now, Radha Patlin had opened the new inspector's Facebook profile with her mobile in hand.
"Hey, Patlin.."
"Let's look good..." Radha said, "Take a photo with a gun in your hand and post it on Facebook."
"Come on, let's take your husband's life... and you want to praise him? Put that mobile phone in the stove..." Coming out of the room, Raoji snapped at his wife, "And why are you waiting here to suck my dick, take this money and go..." Raoji said, handing a wad of money to Ganapya. Ganapya left the sarpanch's palace.
"O Patil..." Radha said coming to Lada, "You are taking tension..."
"Otherwise, what can we do... These policemen are dangerous. Last year, that same scumbag was arrested. He shot Bapusaib's son in the middle of the square. Bapusaib...he couldn't do anything even though he was a MP. You are just a sarpanch."
"Sadhansudam sarpanch nhai tumi, Ravji" Radha said gently rubbing his paw, "This is a village blessed by Bhogeshwar... and you are the sarpanch of such a village! That Jadhav kai nhai karnar..."
"But how to gather this, Radhe?"
"Do one thing... invite that inspector to dinner tonight."
"Do you want me to call you home?" Raoji asked in surprise.
"Hey, even if a friend is a little far away, it's okay. But an enemy should always be kept close. You need to understand what he's doing, how he's doing it..." Radha said to her husband.
"Hmmm... you're right. I'm going to Thanayat now and I'll come back to the village later tonight," Raoji said this and walked out of the palace. Radha was looking at Yashwant's photos of Jadhav in uniform on Facebook. Her pussy had become wet and swollen without her even knowing. Radha felt ashamed of herself and then went inside to prepare dinner.
Actually, Yashwant Jadhav did not want to go to the sarpanch's house for dinner after arriving in the village. But it was very late by the time he arrived. It would be sunset by the time he went to the police station and collected his charges. It would have taken a long time to go to the room provided by the government, clean it, and then cook something. Therefore, Yashwant had reluctantly accepted the sarpanch's invitation. Yashwant was sitting in the police station till late. He was keeping all the files under his eyes. At exactly eight o'clock, he left in his jeep to go to the sarpanch's house.
"Come, Inspector Saeb, come..." The Sarpanch welcomed Yashwant Jadhav warmly into his palace. In the central courtyard of the palace, two beds were set up under the open sky. There was a table in the middle, and two hookahs were placed next to both beds.
"Come sit down, Hitam..." Raoji said, pointing to a bed.
"You have a nice big mansion," Yashwant commented casually.
"Gee.. I'm just preserving what my father gave me, Saeb..." Raoji said humbly.
"It doesn't seem like it was just given by my father, Sarpanch. I can see the money of the people at the ghat here..." Yashwant taunted. The Sarpanch was shaken. But he quickly recovered himself and said, "Take a hookah. I'll bring a bottle later."
"Hey, I...I...don't want alcohol..." Yashwant stammered. He hadn't thought he would get alcohol during lunch today. In fact, his mind was literally racing at the thought of alcohol, but he was having doubts about whether he should drink alcohol sitting in the sarpanch's house on his first day here.
"Bas ka jadhav saeb... will you come first and will we leave you dry?"
"Oh no..." Yashwant's words remained there because Raoji had already gone inside. Not knowing what to do now, he looked here and there and then took the hookah pipe in his hand and started smoking. There was a gurgling sound in the water of the hookah and then Yashwant let out a long puff in the open air. The first puff of tobacco filled his lungs and a strange mist rose to his eyes. Yashwant was happy in his heart. In that happiness, he took two or three more puffs. While he was in that mist, he saw a figure coming out of the room. It was a woman. Her curly hair was tied in a bun. But looking at the shape of that bun, it was obvious that the hair would be very thick and long. A fragrant mogra garland was tied on that bun. A very deep-necked black blouse, through which the gap between two round, lush breasts was clearly visible. The red sequined saree was draped neatly - in a way that highlighted every sexy part of her body. There was dark lipstick on her lips. A ring in her nose. Silver earrings in her ears.
"Ram Ram Sahib!" Patalin said humbly. Her voice wasn't exactly seductive, actually. But there was something in her eyes and movements that made even her simple speech charming.
"Hello!" Yashwant said, "You?"
"I am Radha. Radha Patlin," she said, when the sarpanch came out from inside.
"Saeb, this is a bye maji," the sarpanch said, lightly slapping Radha's buttocks as he approached. "I'll tell you what a great taste her hands have... Today, I'll enjoy eating mutton..." He placed the bottle and glass in his other hand on the table.
"Oh Sarpanch, is it just my hands that taste good?!" Radha exclaimed, looking at the Sarpanch with lustful eyes. Yashwant didn't know what was going on. The Sarpanch and his wife were flirting in front of him?
"Radhe, you've been badly beaten..." The Sarpanch said and lightly pinched Radha's buttocks. She moaned happily, "Go, come with us for papad and futa..." When the Sarpanch ordered, Radha turned and started to go into the house. But she stopped a step before entering and looked back. Yashwant was looking at her. Radha smiled seductively, curling her lower lip, and then went inside.
"Saeb, take this," said the sarpanch, handing him a glass filled with alcohol.
"Ah..." Yashwant's face turned crazy as the bitterness of the alcohol hit his tongue, "What is this?"
"This is a special liquor from our village. Here in the forest, a kind of red-yellow flower grows. They call it Bhogi flower. This is what it is made of." The sarpanch said, "Take this, put this salt in your mouth, and then finish the glass in one gulp."
Yashwant did as the sarpanch said. This time the bitterness of the liquor did not bother him. On the contrary, after the full glass went down his throat, he felt some sweetness in the taste that lingered on his tongue. He swallowed. A certain smokiness had risen as the liquor went into his stomach. Yashwant took a long puff of the hookah. Just then, Radha came with fried papad, phutane and namkeen. She had an empty glass in her hand.
"Take it, Raoji. And fill me with some..." Radha pushed the glass forward.
"Radhe, will you sit down and drink the sake? What did Pavanya think?" the sarpanch said soothingly.
"What's wrong with him? You've come from the city, Saeb. You're not like the village people, are you?" Radha now looked at Yashwant and asked, "Would it be okay, Saeb, if I sit here and drink with you?" While saying this, she leaned forward a little and her clothes fell off. Yashwant saw her well-groomed, luscious breasts.
"That'll do!" he exclaimed.
The Sarpanch filled the glasses of the three. And all three started drinking the liquor of Bhogi flowers. In the meantime, Yashwant's mobile rang. He opened it and then his eyes immediately fell on Radha, because she had just sent him a friend request on Facebook. Along with that, a message was also sent on Messenger. Yashwant opened it. It contained a selfie taken by Radha. Radha was seen in that selfie, looking at him with lustful eyes, her clothes pulled aside, clearly showing her breasts. The thought of how much fun it would be if she could fuck the bottom of this full body came to his mind. Yashwant's love stirred in his shorts. He accepted her friend request.
Here, on one side, the Sarpanch was sitting talking and Yashwant was responding thoughtfully. He was enjoying papads and futanes with the liquor from time to time. But Yashwant's gaze was roaming all over Radha. It was as if he was fucking her with his eyes. And Radha was also responding to him shyly. While drinking the liquor, she was deliberately raising her hands in such a way that her throat would be squeezed. Her gaze was also repeatedly going between Yashwant's two thighs. The hunger to fuck in her eyes was driving Yashwant crazy.