"How did you feel?" Yashwant flinched as soon as the Sarpanch's voice reached his ears. When he looked up, the Sarpanch was staring straight at him.
"Huh?" Yashwant said, recovering.
"You're completely drunk, aren't you?"
"..w...w...what??"
"Hey Saeb, how did our indulgence drink taste?"
"Yes..." Yashwant felt very happy, "The... alcohol? Alcohol... nice..."
"Let me tell you another special feature of this..." said the sarpanch, "We also feed it to the husband and wife on the first night of their wedding. The sweet taste in it is from the stems of the Bhogi flowers. It is medicinal. It allows you to have sex all night long..."
Yashwant was shocked. He had not expected the sarpanch to say something like that. No one said anything for a while. The drinking continued. The smoke from the alcohol had reached Yashwant's eyes.
"I'm going now..." Yashwant said, yawning.
"Saeb, I wouldn't let you drive the jeep in this condition. You'll leave the road drunk and enter the fields..."
"No, I'm fine..." Yashwant shouted.
"No, no. I didn't want to hear that," the sarpanch said firmly, "Radhe, show Saeba the room upstairs... let him stay there. Go when he comes down tomorrow morning," Radha immediately got up at his words and looked at Yashwant.
"Come, Sahib," Yashwant stood up as if to be comforted when her voice reached his ears.
"Sarpanch, aren't you going to sleep?" Yashwant asked.
"No, you go to sleep. There's still some wine left," the sarpanch said, winking, showing the remaining liquor in the bottle. "We have a daily habit..."
Yashwant nodded and followed Radha.
Radha entered the house and started climbing the stairs. After climbing four steps, she stumbled. When she looked back, Yashwant was on the first step. His eyes and her ass were at the same level and his gaze was fixed on her ass.
"Are you coming?" Radha asked in a seductive tone. Her gaze was like an invitation. Yashwant climbed the stairs and approached her. She hadn't gone up yet. Naturally, Yashwant had come very close to her back. She felt his warm breath, filled with the sweetness of the stalks of the Bhogi flowers, on the bare part of her back. A thrill came over her. Yashwant could no longer control himself. He moved his hand over her ass.
"Saeb..." she said incoherently. He placed one hand on Radha's shoulder. From there, his hand slid down the front and past the hem of her saree.
"What are you doing, Saeb..." Radha said, but her words and her gestures were not in sync. He ignored her words. His hand moved further down. He felt her round cheeks. He pressed them separately. With the other hand, he also pressed her ass a little.
"This is wrong..." She protested, but her body had stopped listening to her. Her hand moved back and was rubbing the hard cock that was stuck in Yashwant's pants. He pressed his lips to her neck with an impulse. A wave of pleasure ran through her body. His hand entered her blouse and he pressed her throat hard.
"Aaa...." Radha moaned in pain but also in joy. But then who knows what happened, Radha grabbed Yashwant and she quickly climbed the stairs and went to the upstairs room. Yashwant also rushed there.
"Saeb, I am Patlin. I am the wife of the sarpanch," said Radha, standing behind him as soon as Yashwant entered the room, "You go to sleep. It's not right for you to do this..."
Yashwant moved forward on impulse and grabbed Radha's bun with one hand and pulled her face towards him. And without waiting for her reaction, he pressed his lips to hers. Radha resisted slightly but Yashwant forcefully twisted her arm and held her behind her. Sucking her lips, he inserted his tongue into her mouth. After sucking her lips, he pulled his head back. Their lips parted. The forceful kiss caused her bun to come loose and her curly, thick black hair spread down her back.
"Rande, what don't I understand... You came to me dressed like this because you wanted me to not put your father in jail... and now you're acting like 'no, no, no'?"
In one instant he removed her veil and in another instant he tore her blouse to pieces. He had never seen such beautiful round breasts in his life. Her black currants were hard. Obviously she liked his rude behavior and controlling her. He lifted her saree and inserted his fingers into her pussy between her thighs, "And you're so wet here, it shows that you like it..."
"Saeb..." Radha's breathing was getting heavy, "Raoji is a good person... Forgive him. I would have done something like that to him... But today it's not just him... Ever since I found you on Facebook, I've been dreaming of your love..."
"Now how can you tell the truth..." He vigorously moved his fingers inside her pussy.
"Oh I go...." She moaned in pleasure. The next half a minute must have passed, but by then both of them were naked. Her plump body, round juicy breasts, her completely cleaned pussy, which was not usually seen in the village, her plump ass, everything was beautiful. And what was he lacking? A slender body, a flat stomach. And a long cock protruding from between two strong and strong legs. Her curly hair was disheveled now, but he gathered it in his hands and pulled her close as if she were his personal slave and made her sit on his knees in front of him. It was clear in her eyes that she liked all this. He ordered,
"Take it in your mouth..." She started sucking his cock like an obedient slave. She started sucking his cock while rubbing her own cock and pussy.
"I didn't give you permission to do that..." Yashwant said in a stern voice of a police officer, "Do whatever I tell you." She nodded with her eyes as she sucked his cock and took her hand away from her pussy. Yashwant was pleased. He held her head tightly and started fucking her mouth by moving his hips back and forth. His long cock started to enter her throat every time. Her wheat-colored face blushed. In the village where he took duty charge, he was fucking the mouth of the village sarpanch's wife on the very first day, and it was amazing for him that she was listening to what he had to say. Yashwant's wife was far away in the city. She rarely took his cock in her mouth. But this Radha Patalin was secretly sitting on his knees and giving Yashwant heartily pleasure.
"Stand up..." Radha stood up on Yashwant's orders. Yashwant easily made her lie down on the bed there and stuck his tongue inside her pussy.
"SSSSS a SSS b.....!!!" She screamed happily. Her scream reached the ears of Raoji Patal, who was sitting on the bed in the courtyard and drinking alcohol. A smile appeared on his face. What was supposed to happen today was happening. Radha Patalin would have taken Yashwant under her control, then the sword of arrest hanging over his head would have been removed. Raoji's penis stiffened at the thought of Yashwant hitting Radha right now. Men usually get angry at the thought of another man fucking their wife. But Raoji was getting excited. How would he be fucking? Standing or lying down? From behind or from the front? Many such questions made Raoji's penis stiffen even more. He took his penis out of his dhoti and started shaking it. But he was not satisfied with it. He finished his last glass of alcohol in one gulp and got up. He staggered and regained his composure, coming to the room upstairs. In front of him, his wife Radha was lying on the bed on both hands and knees and Inspector Yashwant was fucking her pussy from behind. He was thrusting his cock into her vigorously. All her hair was in his fist and as he pulled it, her body arched at the back and her face was raised. With each thrust of his, her big watermelon-like breasts were shaking. With his other hand, he was slapping her ass.
"Aaaaa.... Keep knocking like this... don't stop... ah... ah.." She was moaning with joy. While they were unconsciously giving each other sexual pleasure, both Radha and Yashwant suddenly saw Raoji standing in the doorway. Yashwant didn't know what to do. In fact, despite being a policeman himself, he was a little scared. And isn't it natural? The one whose pussy he had now was the wife of the sarpanch standing in front of him. But Raoji didn't say anything. He quietly took off his dhoti. He removed his shirt. The sarpanch was not as slim and healthy as Yashwant. But he had a strong build because he had exercised in a gym at a young age. He had broad shoulders. Although his stomach had grown, it wasn't soft. His hard, thick cock stood out in the mind. He came forward while swaying in the drunkenness. His cock came right up to his wife's mouth, who was leaning over and sucking it. And he inserted it straight into his wife's open mouth. Holding her head tightly, he started fucking her mouth. Yashwant from behind and her husband in her mouth from the front! Neither Raoji nor Yashwant said anything. They just kept fucking. Radha, who had taken love in her mouth and pussy, could not have spoken even if she had wanted to. But she was immersed in the pleasure of enjoying both the loves. This experience was new to her. She always enjoyed the taste of her husband's love and today, while she was enjoying it, Yashwant's long rod was entering her from behind and fucking her. After a while, Raoji signaled Yashwant and the two exchanged their places. Raoji stood behind Radha and Yashwant went to her mouth.
"Saeb, your friendship will only help us..." Raoji said, "If the police and Patil come together, they will rule over everyone..." There was passion and power in his voice. Yashwant smiled at Raoji's words and said,
"When cops and robbers come together, they kill people from both sides!"
"Pan...the public likes this...let's kill from both sides..." Radha said in a sarcastic tone. Both of them laughed out loud at that. Raoji's cock was thicker than Yashwant's. As soon as he inserted it, her pussy squirted more than before.
"Ah...ah... Raoji... God..." Radha cried out in joy. Her mouth had already opened while she cried, and Yashwant inserted his penis into it separately. Yashwant's penis was long and went all the way to her throat. Both holes started to get excited. She had climaxed many times in all this. And Raoji and Yashwant's penises also ejaculated one after the other. Radha's mouth was filled with Yashwant's warm white semen. And Raoji's semen filled her vagina from the inside out. The semen was so much that it was like a waterfall of pleasure flowing from both sides!
"Don't think you've come to the village..." The next day, Radha Patlin was standing at the door of the palace and saying to Yashwant Jadhav, "Even if your wife is not in the village, if you ever need anything, come straight here. Mutton, alcohol, and..." She stumbled.
"And?" Yashwant asked, looking at him intently.
"And I... take whatever seeds you want, whatever you want..." Radha said in a shy but sharp voice. Yashwant smiled heartily.
"I'll come and go from time to time to calm my nerves," Yashwant said firmly, "I'll tell the courts that I've forgiven their past crimes. But from now on, stop waiting. Otherwise, I'll lose my old job."
Radha smiled, shook her head shyly, and seeing that no one was looking around, quickly pressed her lips to Yashwant Jadhav's.
"I'll wait..." She said, closing the door of the mansion and going inside. The first day in Bhogwadi was a very unforgettable one for Inspector Yashwant Jadhav.
What else is happening in this wonderful town? Let's see...