Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

There was a strange tradition amongst the tribes in two villages. After the marriage, a newlywed bride would live separately in a hut with her maidens. After a week she would step into her In-law’s hut. On the day of her arrival at In-laws hut, there would be a grand feast entertaining whole tribes of the two villages by the head of the groom’s family which was an occasion called ‘First night with the head of the family. Whenever a newlywed bride would arrive in her In-laws’ hut her husband or (Husbands in case of polygamy) would not touch her till she spends one month with each of the surviving senior members of the family. If there would be a father and grandfather of the groom or (grooms) the first one month the bride would spend with the grandfather-in-law, then next one month, she would spend with her father-in-law, after then only her own husband or husbands would have the privilege to touch her. This would be the one-time touch of senior members with her and onwards it would be taboo for Grand father-in-law or Father-in-law to touch her. Throughout the years in the household as long as the bride would be living with them, the seniors would treat her and consider her more than a daughter. During her staying with her grandfather-in-law or father-in-law after marriage if she would get pregnant then the child born would be the first legal heir of the family and her other children born from her husband or husbands would be the secondary. If there would be no child born from her grandfather-in-law or father-in-law then the first child born from her husband or (husbands) as in case maybe would be the first legal heir of the family.

Luckily, in the case of Deboshree and Debika, they had no grand fathers-in-law, they had only fathers-in-law. The family head of Pakul and Jojam was their father Sasang. Similarly, the family head of Gelango and Samango was their father Lathango. The next important tradition is after the arrival of the bride at the household. Before spending a night with the bride, the senior member would entertain whole village folks with a grand feast which was one type of public announcement that he would spend the night with the new bride.

The marriage was performed by Madgu, the priest before goddess Masombango as per the tribal rituals. Usually, an ordinary marriage would perform in the hut of a bride where the groom or grooms would put vermilion on the forehead of the bride. But in the instant case, both the brides were from outside of the tribes and their parents had no huts in the two villages so this marriage was something special that was the reason the marriage was performed inside the cave, before the deity Masombango where the priest Madgu performed all the tribal rituals and the grooms put vermilion on the forehead and hairlines of Deboshree and Debika and all of them became wives and husbands before the deity.

Now, the head of the two families, Sasang and Lathango would entertain the whole of the two villages for the marriage of their sons Pakul, Jojam, Gelango, and Samango with two brides Deboshree and Debika. The most important factor was not only marriage but tonight the two fathers-in-law would fuck their newlywed daughters-in-law and onwards their daughters-in-law would spend with them in their huts for a month so that their seeds could germinate for an early pregnancy. It was decided by village chief Okato that the grand feast would be held at the community hall and all the expenses for this grand feast would be jointly born by two heads of the families Sasang and Lathango.

Sasang, father of Pakul and Jojam was tall and huge, he was 60 years old and his bushy eyebrows and wide nose gave him a very severe look. He breathed heavily. He had three wives. Pakul and Jojam were sons of his second wife. The two daughters from his first wife were married and he had 5nos of grandchildren. He had two small children from his third wife.

Lathango, father of Gelango and Samango was tall but thin, and had a slight stoop; he was around 55 years old. He had two wives. Gelango and Samango were sons of his first wife. There were further two sons and one daughter from his second wife all of who were all below 15 years. He wore a haggard and mournful look except when he was drinking or playing on his flute. He was very good on his flute, and his happiest moments were the two or three moons after the harvest when the village musicians brought down their instruments, hung above the fireplace. Lathango would play with them, his face beaming with blessedness and peace. Near the barn, Lathango had four huts, two huts for his two wives and their children, one hut for his two grown-up sons, and a separate hut for himself. On the other part of his barn, there were shades for cows, hens, and goats.

The family members of the two brides at the bungalow were very tight-lipped and virtually there was no discussion about the marriage that took place among Deboshree and Debika, the young women of the family with tribal boys. A week had been passed. After breakfast, the family members observed two heads of the family; Bhashkar istanbul escort and Arnab were ready to go outside. The two elderly heads informed the family members that today there would be a grand feast at the village on the occasion of marriage among Deboshree and Debika with the tribal boys and being the fathers of the brides their presence was essential and they were going to attend that grand feast. After some time, both the elders left for the village.

Both Deboshree and Debika were made to stay in one hut after their marriage. After their continuous staying in two villages, the two young women of the family Deboshree and Debika could well now communicate with the tribes. They could understand their language, they could communicate with them easily and there was no need for any translators like Pakul and Gelango. But they were not well versant in speaking their language, sometimes they would fumble but the tribes would understand their half-finished sentence and would understand their words. So, there was no problem for these two young women, Deboshree and Debika to communicate with the tribes.

When both of them opened their eyes in the morning they found a group of women waiting for them. They were the women members of their In-laws’ families and other tribal women of the two villages. Both the young women could observe as if the surroundings around the village were very much live, crowded and there was noise everywhere and they could understand that it was the day of celebration for the entire tribes.

On the following morning, the entire neighborhood wore a festive air because the tribal boys from the two villages had married white ladies and their fathers would spend the first night with their newlywed daughters-in-law. Since the marriage involved two families in special circumstances, it was decided by Okato, the village chief that the celebration would be held at the community hall and all the expenses would be borne by the heads of two families, Sasang and Lathango jointly.

It was the day of celebration because tonight both the fathers-in-law would fuck their daughters-in-law. Everybody had been invited men, women, and children. But it was really a woman’s ceremony and the central figures were the brides Debika and Deboshree and their mothers-in-law. As soon as day broke, breakfast was hastily eaten and women and children began to gather at the community hall’s compound to help the brides’ mothers-in-law in their difficult but happy task of cooking for the whole two villages.

Pakul and Jojam’s family was astir like any other family in the neighborhood, their mother and Sasang’s other two wives were ready to set out for the community hall’s compound with all their children. Lathango’s two wives carried a basket of rice, oil, and salt. Some of the male members of the tribes who had started early morning inside the jungle to hunt had already returned with 3 nos of big wild boars and 2 nos of big antelopes the meat of which would be cooked now. The female members of the two families had already brought 50 nos of earthen pots full of mahua wine which were placed in the compound.

After arranging everything at the village community hall, the mothers-in-law of both the brides returned to the hut where the young brides, Deboshree, and Debika were surrounded by women folks of the village. The time was around 10.00 A.M. The mothers-in-law along with other women folks escorted both the girls to the river where they were made completely naked and the present tribal women washed their bodies and made them dip in the water of the river.

After that, they rubbed turmeric in their whole bodies from face to foot. Then they were adorned with tribal ornaments made from various colored stones, the tooth of wolves and wild boars, feathers of the peacock, and other various birds. Now, there were no modern outfits for these two poor girls, no bra and no panties. They wore single tribal hand-woven new sarees which were only covering their upper bodies and up to their knees. Both Debika and Deboshree could feel their naked pussies and heaving breasts under their single robes. From the riverbank, the women would escort them directly to the community hall where they would sit with their husbands till the celebration would be over. The two yellow beauties new brides started to proceed towards the community hall accompanied by this group of women who were singing songs all the way.

The community hall’s compound was as busy as an anthill. Temporary cooking tripods were erected on every available space by bringing together three blocks of sun-dried earth and making a fire in their midst. Cooking pots went up and down the tripods. Some of the women had already started cooking the rice, and the others were preparing vegetable curry. Young men pounded their axes to split firewood. And some other young men started to skin and cut the meats of dead animals they had killed during their hunting into pieces so that the meat could be cooked early. The children made endless trips and played around the community istanbul escort bayan hall. The four young boys, the grooms, Pakul, Jojam, Gelango, and Samango helped their fathers Sasang and Lathango to slaughter the two goats with which the soup was made. They were very fat goats, but the fattest of all was tethered to a peg near the wall of the compound. It was as big as a small cow.

Very soon after the arrival of the brides’ fathers, Arnab and Bhashkar, young men and boys in single life, each carrying a pot of wine, entered inside the community hall. After the pot-bearers came the elders of the village, Okato, the village chief, Madgu, the priest, the fathers–in–law of the brides, Sasang and Lathango, Bhashkar, and Arnab, all sat in a half-moon, thus completing a circle with the hosts. The pots of wine stood in their midst. Then the brides, their mothers-in-law, and half a dozen other women and girls emerged from the inner compound and went round the circle bowing their heads with all.

The brides’ mothers-in-law led the way, followed by the brides and the other women to the platforms where they would sit with their husbands. The married women wore their best clothes and the girls wore red and black waist-beads and anklets of horns. When the women retired, fathers of grooms, Sasang and Lathango presented coconuts to the fathers of brides, Bhashkar and Arnab.

Both Arnab and Bhashkar said, “Life to all of us, bless the newlyweds” as they broke the coconuts and further said, “And let there be friendship between your family and ours.”

The crowd cheered, “Ee-e-e!”

“We have given you our daughter today. She will be a good wife to you. She will bear you nine sons like the mother of our ancestor,” both the elderly heads repeated as instructed by Madgu.

“Ee-e-e!” The oldest man in the group replied: “it will be good for you and it will be good for us.”

Early in the afternoon the first two pots of mahua-wine were opened and duly presented to the women of the two households and then only others would start their drinking. The women of the two families drank a cup or two each and then passed the drinks to other women to help them in their cooking. Some of it also went to the brides, Deboshree and Debika, and their attendant maidens. Then everyone started drinking, the young girls came forward and started serving wine in leafy bowls from the pots of wine.

All the young folks of the tribes were envious of these two old men, the heads of the two families, Sasang and Lathango as these two old men would get a chance to fuck these young white brides tonight. The old members of the tribes came and congratulated them for their first night with their new daughters-in-law. In fact, this was the first and a rare occasion when two girls from the outside married tribes from their villages who were pure white in contrast to their black colors.

There were two small platforms made from bamboo and wooden planks inside the community hall. On one of the platforms, Debika, the newlywed bride was sitting with her two husbands Pakul and Jojam. Similarly, just near them in another platform, Deboshree was sitting with her two husbands Gelango and Samango.

Debika looked at her father-in-law, Sasang. Debika was too scared imagining his cock must be very huge, she wondered could she be able to accommodate his huge cock on her first night with him! Sasang got a twitched in his cock when he imagined the night when he would fuck his white daughter-in-law, this type of chance could only come due to the blessing of Deity Masombango; he thanked the Deity to give him a chance to fuck a white girl.

Deboshree also looked at her father-in-law, Lathango, and thought she could adjust with him for a month as he looks good and romantic. Deboshree knew about her father-in-law that he was a good musician, a good player of flute. Lathango loved the good fare and the good fellowship, and he loved this season of the year when the rains had stopped and the sun rose every morning with dazzling beauty. And it was not too hot either, because the cold and dry wind was blowing down from the north. Lathango thought the season was good and favorable for him to spend days with his daughter-in-law who was white.

As the evening wore on, food was presented to all. There were huge bowls of steaming pots of soup and cooked meat. There were also pots of rice and vegetable curries. It was a great feast. As night fell, burning torches were set on wooden tripods and the young men raised a song. The elders sat in a big circle and the singers went around singing each man’s praise as they came before him.

They had something to say for every Man. Some were great farmers; some were great orators who spoke for the clan. When they had gone round the circle they settled down in the center, and girls came from the inner compound to dance. At first, the brides were not among them. But when the brides Deboshree and Debika finally appeared holding a cock each in their right hands, a loud cheer rose from the crowd. All the escort istanbul other dancers made way for them; the two brides presented the cocks to the musicians and began to dance. Their anklets rattled as they danced and their bodies gleamed with camwood in the soft yellow light. The musicians with their wood, clay, and metal instruments went from song to song. And they were all gay. They sang the latest song composed in the village. Both the elders, Bhashkar and Arnab returned to the bungalow and both of them were pretty well aware of the fact that tonight their young daughters would be fucked by those two elderly tribes, Sasang and Lathango.

—- —– —– —— —– —– —— ——–

Sasang was sitting on a goatskin already eating his first wife’s meal. Debika, who had brought it from his first wife’s hut, sat on the floor waiting for him to finish. Then Debika placed his second wife’s dish before him and sat silently on the floor. Debika’s two husbands, Pakul and Jojam were watching their father silently to finish his dinner. After finishing the dinner, the two brothers would accompany their wife Debika to the hut of Sasang so that their father could spend the first night with their wife.

The night was not impenetrably dark. The moon had been rising in the evening. The night was very quiet. It was always quiet on moonlight nights. Darkness held a vague terror for these people, even the bravest among them. Children were warned not to whistle at night for fear of evil spirits. And whenever the moon forsook evening and rose at the distant horizon, some other parts of the nights were as black as charcoal. Sasang had finished his dinner, now all his three wives were present in the hut. All his wives patted on the back of Debika as if to assure her nothing bad would happen and her night would sail smoothly with Sasang but still, Debika was getting nervous because of the strong and stout figure of her father-in-law.

Lathango was also taking his dinner and his new daughter-in-law Deboshree was serving him while his two wives were looking upon at her. In a distance in the corner of the hut, two brothers, Gelango and Samango were watching everything silently. As per the tradition, the two brothers would accompany their newlywed wife Deboshree to the hut of their father so that their father could spend the first night with Deboshree. Deboshree’s heart was beating fast as she was apprehending the size of the cock of her father-in-law which she imagined must be longer than his sons as he was a taller man. A palm-oil lamp gave out a yellowish light. Without it, it would have been impossible to eat; one could not have known where one’s mouth was in the darkness of that night. Lathango had eaten from his wives’ dishes served by Deboshree and was now reclining with his back against the wall. He searched his bag and brought out his snuff bottle. He turned it on to his left palm, but nothing came out. He hit the bottle against his knee to shake up the tobacco. That was always the trouble with Lathango’s snuff. It very quickly went damp, and there was too much salt in it.

There was an oil lamp in all the four huts on Lathango’s compound, and each hut seen from the others looked like a soft eye of yellow half-light set in the solid massiveness of night. The world was silent except for the shrill cry of insects, which was part of the night, and the sound of wooden mortar and pestle as the wives of both Sasango and Lathango pounded the corns which were also part of their night assignments. Low voices, broken now and again by singing, reached Sasang and Lathango from their wives’ huts as each woman was singing to encourage her husband to fuck the new daughter-in-law in a smooth manner and sowing heavy quantity of seeds deep inside the daughter-in-law’s earth by furrowing with his big dick so that the new plant of their family could germinate as early as possible.

It was the time of the full moon. But that night the voice of children was not heard. The village street where they always gathered for a moon-play was empty. The women of the village did not meet in their secret enclosure to learn a new dance to be displayed later to the village. Young men who were always abroad in the moonlight remained in their huts that night. Their manly voices were not heard on the village paths as they would often visit their friends and lovers.

Because it was the first night of fathers-in-law with their daughters-in-law, nobody wanted to disturb the night. The dogs were like the startled animals with ears erect, sniffing the silent, ominous air and not knowing which way to run. The compounds of Sasang and Lathango were like deserted homesteads. It was as if cold water had been poured on it. Their families were all present there, but everyone spoke in whispers.

When Sasang entered the hut, he saw his daughter-in-law, Debika sitting in a corner of the hut. In the dim light of palm oil which was burning in an earthen lamp, he could see her black hair was caught in two parts and tied behind her ears. From this angle, he could see the tops of her warmly swelling breasts, for she wore that tribal one-piece small cloth that bared her creamy shoulders and from her knee-length saree that revealed her legs from mid-thigh on down. There were stalks of straw up to half a meter height in the middle of the hut resembling a big mattress suitable for two persons.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32