WIDOW HORNY INDIAN 2

But they hailed from different groups and castes, and their families, who had learnt of their relationship, put pressure on both of them. They were compelled to end their relationship. It was upsetting, and it had a negative impact on her grades. She managed to get through somehow. Because they were still in the same college, it was more difficult.

Even her father, back at home, couldn't withstand societal demands indefinitely. Soon after, he and the family elders agreed that after he finished college, he would find her a suitable bridegroom.

Paoli wants to pursue her accounting studies. There were disputes at home until her father finally gave in and agreed: she would marry a groom chosen by the family as soon as she received her licence to practise. Paoli was given a few extra years as a result of this.

She returned to the city, where she was offered an internship with an accounting business and a room in a working-hostel. women's Her lover had already departed the city by that time. It was a lonely existence, and despite having multiple friends, she missed the emotional and physical parts of her prior male relationship. Fortunately, she quickly made friends with a young man at the firm who was older than her but not married. It began as a casual friendship and quickly evolved into dating. She didn't tell him about her prior affair because she was afraid that if she did, or if she revealed that she was craving sex again, he would end the relationship. She pretended to refuse when he urged her to sleep with him, but eventually gave in. She described her first night with him as "very thrilling."

Her new partner was older than her and lived in his own small flat, giving them privacy. Paoli would visit him on occasion and on most weekends. She began to feel like the woman of the house, taking pride in looking after it. She never told him about her college lover, preferring instead to enjoy his companionship, friendship, and sex. She was also secretive about her current relationship; her family would be upset if she was discovered having a second affair before the first one had died down. She was certain she wasn't in love with the young man, so she didn't urge him for a commitment. She took leave from the firm a few months before her final exams to study and quietly moved into his residence. He assisted her with her course work, and they went to bed together after supper several times a week.

Exams came and went quickly. Paoli fared well and was already considered one of the top contenders for a large firm's recruitment. However, the dreadful time had arrived, and she needed to uphold her word to her family. She told her partner about it. He was miserable, and she understood, horrified, that he was madly in love with her. He proposed marriage to her, but she knew there would be difficulty again, so she pushed herself to say no, crying. Their final night together was hot and painful: she cried in his arms and they made love all night. She left the city the next day and returned home.

Her family had arranged for her to marry. Soon after she returned, she was introduced to him. He arrived for a well-known and prosperous family with a thriving business in town. He had completed his education and was now in charge of the family business. He wasn't unattractive physically, either, and Paoli began to accept a life with him. Perhaps he'd at least be acceptable in bed, she reasoned. In a few of weeks, the horoscopes were matched and the marriage was planned. Paoli became preoccupied with wedding preparations and spent her final weeks of freedom with old school friends and cousins. She had no lover from the moment she left the city until the wedding.

Only on the wedding night did she learn the truth about her fiance. There was no warning of the catastrophe that was about to unfold. Paoli's voice turned soft as she spoke about it, then she began to shake and cry. As she spoke, I hugged her close to my side.

She had received no prior notice. She waited for her new fiancé in the bridal chamber in all her wedding finery, as is customary. The nuptial bed was magnificently decked and sprinkled with rose petals, and the chamber smelled like fresh jasmine. Paoli had enjoyed the ceremonies and functions and was looking forward to beginning this new chapter in her life.

The door slammed shut. The nightmare began when her new husband charged in.

He wasn't by himself. He had taken four friends with him. He was inebriated. When Paoli saw the males, she was afraid. She became agitated. The four guys made filthy looks at her. One of them shut the door behind them.

Her husband was drinking straight from a bottle of vodka he was holding. When she refused, he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced the bottle into her lips. She choked and vomited due to the bitter booze. The males burst out laughing.

The man she had just married then ripped her brocade silk bridal sari from her shoulder, leaving her standing in only her shirt with the sari around her waist. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard in front of his friends, then told her to strip. She screamed and struggled to break free. He repeatedly struck her across the face, tearing her lip. He yanked her blouse open and tore her bra off, leaving her half-naked in front of everyone.

When she tried to hide herself with her hands, he smacked them away and told her to remain quiet and behave herself or he would burn her with a cigarette. In any event, he claimed, everyone was out partying and no one was available to assist. Paoli withdrew into a corner, terrified and crying. She was aware of what lied ahead.

Her bridegroom snatched her by the hair and pulled her to the centre of the room, where she was turned around to face the other men, her hands bent behind her, exposing her naked breasts. He inquired about his new slut with his friends. Paoli was terrified and humiliated, but he had her pinned and powerless. The man laughed as he tore her sari off, while the other men clapped, till she was completely naked. When she tried to cover her pubis, he slapped her again. He claimed there was nothing to be ashamed about. These are my closest companions. There are no secrets between us. Everything is shared. Like the Pandavas from the Mahabharata, we are brothers. They even had the same wife. You are Draupadi, my Draupadi. And your bodily joys must now be shared with my brothers. Then he threatened her, telling her that it was her responsibility as his wife to fulfil him, make him happy, and see to his needs, and that right now, what would satisfy him, make him happy, and meet his requirements was for his pals to fuck her for as long as they wanted.

The other guys acted as though they were animals. They had already begun to remove their clothing. When she opened her lips to scream, her husband smacked her again and took a cigarette from a buddy, bringing it so close to her nipple that she could feel the heat. He cautioned her once more not to scream or he'd burn her. She nodded in obedience, helpless now, and he released her. He guffawed with excitement and offered her freely to his buddies for their amusement, standing behind her and lifting her breasts in his hands as he inquired about his new acquisition.

He then pushed her to her knees in front of one of men, pressing her head towards his crotch. She sucked the man's cock while crying and screaming, while he laughed and jeered at her, fucking her mouth and called her a whore. He forced her head back and dragged her to the bed, slamming her on her back and yanking her legs open a few minutes later. When she felt him slam into her, she screamed.

She overheard her spouse laughing, "That's right, now you may scream all you want." "Even if they don't hear you, they'll simply think about how fantastic I am in bed, right?" His teammates applauded and clapped.

Until he arrived, the man continued to fuck her harder and harder. Another one jumped on the bed, stood on it, feet spread, and dragged her to her knees, forcing her to suck his cock. Then he began fucking her from behind, rolling her over on her back and slamming his cock into her cunt so deeply and forcefully that she shouted in pain. He fucked her again and again, slapping her buttocks and pinching her breasts. A third man joined in this time, even before he was finished.

"Let's fuck her together, guy! I mean, aren't we all going to share? So, what's all this waiting-your-turn nonsense?"

Paoli was fucked by two men at the same time for the first time in her life when he jerked her head up. They beat her up till they were done, and then the last man, the biggest of them all, stepped forward with an unimaginably large penis. Paoli begged and pleaded for mercy, begging them to let her go and not harm her, but they simply laughed.

"Don't be concerned, baby. My pal knows how to make a bitch happy. Before I'm done, I'll have you singing another song, whore. You're going to adore it! Come on! Please give me some brains! And suck it up, bitch; this guy wants to be worked hard and long, so suck it up!"

The man leaned against the headboard and forced her to suck him from his lap. He kept pinching her breasts and carrying on a conversation with the other men as if she wasn't even there. He pushed her head back after what felt like a lifetime.

"It's time for the pole dance, slut. You're going on a joyride right now! Bareback! Come on, bitch, sit on my cock!"

He dragged her up onto his back and forced her to impale herself on his big penis before forcing her to move over him on her own while he sucked her breasts and fondled her body. Paoli obeyed him without question, weeping and numb with dread, anguish, and shame.

She overheard her spouse exclaim, "Oh fuck guy, watch how much she likes it!" "Look at how much that massive cock in her pussy pleases the whore! This is insanely seductive! This is something we must do frequently!"

"Don't worry, chief; she's your wife, and you get to make the decisions!" Another person laughed.

The man on the bed laughed as well, then accelerated his movements, thrusting his hips frantically up and down, slamming his massive cock in and out of her cunt, slapping his thighs at her buttocks, making her scream and cry out, clawing in agony at the covers. He shoved her off him, jerked her to her front, and began fucking her from behind a few minutes later.

It simply kept going and going. On her wedding night, four guys raped her, one after the other, fucking her repeatedly. She was forced to accept their cocks in her mouth, cunt, and even ass. They fucked her in pairs, one in her mouth, the other in her cunt, switching positions and taking turns. Then one of them got an idea, and the three biggest of them all gathered around her, cunt, mouth, and ass, ramming into her broken and shaking body while laughing at her suffering. It was heinous, terrible, and inhuman. As his buddies fucked his bride, her bridegroom watched and chuckled with glee.

They left her a few hours later and rushed out to continue their partying somewhere. Paoli was in shock, bruising her face and body and bleeding heavily. It was a surprise she had lived at all, and an even larger miracle she had managed to get dressed and flee her in-laws' house while everyone else was still sleeping. Her parents' house was not far distant, and she made her way there through the dark streets. Her mother, still in tears about her daughter's move, opened the door to the terrified hammering. She dropped in astonishment when she saw her daughter and her condition. Her father and brother rushed over. Even as Paoli sobbed uncontrollably in her mother's arms, they realised what had happened. Her father sobbed like a kid, while her brother grabbed a large garden scythe and was about to flee the house when others intervened. Someone finally had the foresight to take her to the hospital.

Her father was absolutely damaged by the incident. He chastised himself for succumbing to family pressure and the family for their dumb code, which had ruined his daughter's happiness. When someone advised that they try to make up and come to a 'understanding' so Paoli may return to her in-laws with dignity, he became enraged and aggressive.

He exclaimed, "There is no 'dignity' left!" "What exactly is this 'dignity' you keep mentioning? You talk about dignity when that jerk had his friends rape my daughter on her wedding night? Allow me to say this once: I would sooner let my daughter become a whore in my own home than let her go to his."

Paoli's father was unafraid, despite the groom's family's wealth and great social status. He went to his family attorney. Nothing came of it in the end. The lawyer said that because they were married, her groom could not be convicted of rape under Indian law. The other four guys may face charges, and her spouse may be a co-conspirator. However, she would have to travel to a government hospital for an examination and then face cross-examination in court, where the subject of her past affair in college would almost certainly be brought up and she would be accused of being immoral. In front of the entire courtroom, their lawyer would make her feel cheap. Her father was enraged and vowed retaliation.

Paoli's recovery took many days. She didn't leave her room for weeks after that. She lost weight, grew pale and feeble, and sobbed uncontrollably. She lived in constant horror and fear. The psychological scars were visible.

Her parents and brother kept her safe from the world. Her in-laws insisted that she return, accusing her of being worthless and unable of fulfilling their perfect son in every way. They teased her father, accusing him of betraying his promise and being untrustworthy, and demanded that all of the wedding gifts be returned. They threatened to destroy him, his business, and his family's name. Paoli's father refused to budge. He returned their money and gifts, which they had not expected, and instructed them to go to hell and try their hardest. His daughter, as well as the rest of his family, would not enter their home. In terms of reputation, he replied by promising them that no one in the city would consent to his daughter marrying their son from now on. He vowed to expose them in public and in the press, and he had nothing to lose because his own family's reputation had been completely wrecked.

The combat lasted several weeks. When the groom's family realised how the entire town was looking down on them and their son, they backed down. The family lawyer was successful in convincing the groom's family lawyer to agree to a divorce as soon as the law permitted it. The groom's lawyer proposed a monetary settlement; her father warned him not to do it again.

Paoli gradually recovered, but she was never the same again. Her folks were constantly worried. Her father was the only one who could get her back on track by spending long hours with her, consoling and talking to her, taking her out and gradually drawing her out of her shell.

After a year, he proposed that she return to kolkata and resume her job. Paoli was still unprepared, and it took her several weeks to agree. Her father contacted a builder to whom he had previously lent money, and the debt was agreed to be repaid by purchasing a flat in a new building. Her parents and brother travelled to kolkata with her and lived with relatives for a few weeks while the flat was being prepared. Meanwhile, her father contacted a friend, who offered her a position in his tiny but thriving accounting firm.

Paoli moved into the flat, and they all stayed together for a few weeks. Her brother had to return to college, and her father had to return to his company as well. After he left, Paoli grieved for hours. Paoli's mother stayed with her for a few months until she was completely established.

She gradually discovered an inner source of strength and rebuilt her life from there. She was completely absorbed in her work. She was good at it, and the company acknowledged her efforts with raises in pay and bonuses. She regained her confidence, discovered contentment, and, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she was able to laugh. At work, she began to make friends. Her mother saw her improvement but waited till Paoli gently begged her to return to her father and care for him.

"I'm fine now," she declared. "I'm fine, really."

Paoli enjoyed living on her own for a few months. She now had enough money on her own and began to make small improvements to the house.

SO Paoli STARTED A NEW PERIOD IN HER LIFE. She began to come to terms with her own desires and sexuality as she gradually blotted out the memory of that dreadful night. She was still terrified and tormented, and it took her a long time to admit to herself that she had sexual urges, and even longer to act on them. It was difficult, and she made do with masturbation and fantasy at first. It became easier for her to get on the Internet once she had her own computer at home, and she began to crave a man's touch.

It may seem unusual, but finding a lover for a single woman living alone in kolkata is both tough and easy. It's difficult because the woman has to maintain a social image, and she can't be seen with single guys without her reputation being sullied. Paoli was already in a delicate situation by being alone, and this prompted a lot of quiet doubts about her. But, as she soon discovered, there is no shortage of willing guys looking for sex in the metropolis.

She was certain that she didn't want to commit to anything and was only interested in the physical parts of the relationship. She began to investigate with caution. She described it as being blind and feeling her way through strange surroundings in abrupt darkness.

A married man from her workplace was her first lover in her new home. He was the youngest partner, and she thought he was beautiful, handsome, and dashing. He aspired to make his company one of the greatest in town. He had a lot of connections and was in charge of a significant growth in the firm's billing. His marriage was miserable because his wife believed that the sole purpose of sex was to reproduce. Their sex life had come to a complete halt with one son already born and another on the way.

Paoli was assigned to his section and spent several hours working together on various projects. They were frequently late for work due to their workload. He kissed her for the first time there, and he made his approaches. She was enthralled by the touch, which revealed something in her that had been hidden for a long time. She wanted real sex, not the fantasy world of masturbation, but she didn't want to appear too open, so she didn't go any farther.

She did not, however, resist.

They began dating and met on a regular basis. He routinely brought her out to supper, as well as to movies and shows. In his car, they kissed and fondled, and she let him feel her breasts and her reaction when he touched her. While his wife was at her parents' house, they had their first intercourse at his residence. Paoli was initially scared, which thrilled him because he assumed she was inexperienced and that he could help her. She knew this and pretended to be a rookie while relaxing and succumbing to his caresses. Sex was intense and extremely pleasant after such a long time apart.

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