Panchayat ki Chut Dikhai – Neha ki Boobs se Tilak aur Budhhe Lundon ka Swarm

Neha was still trembling on the bed, her body covered in dry cum from last night’s threesome and the previous day’s brutal garden session with the dog and horse. Her holes ached badly — especially her chut, which still felt stretched from the stallion’s massive lund. She pulled the sheet over her naked, marked body, feeling deep shame.

The door opened with a bang. Her mother-in-law Swati entered, looking strict and excited, holding a bright red net saree — completely see-through, no blouse, no petticoat, just a thin string.

“Uth ja randi! Aaj sirf panchayat ke buddhe tujhe chodenge. Kal horse aur kutta chod chuke hain, aaj in buddhon ka number hai,” Swati said coldly, yanking the sheet away. “Sharma rahi hai? Abhi bhi? Thakur parivaar ki bahu ho kar itni sharm? Chal, yeh pehen. Teri milky boobs, teri pierced chut aur gaand sab dikhega.”

Neha’s voice was small and shy. “Maa ji… please… itna transparent… sab dekh lenge… main nahi jaa sakti…”

Swati slapped her ass hard, making the “THAKUR’S RANDI” tattoo jiggle. “Chup kar whore! Tu Thakur family ki official randi hai. Dekh teri tattoos — left boob pe ‘LOKESH’ (tera bada devar), right boob pe ‘SIDHARTH’ (chhota devar), aur upar clit ke ‘KAMAL THAKUR’ (tere sasur ka naam). Sab ne tujhe apni property bana diya hai. Ab jaa aur un panchayat walon ko apni chut offer kar.”

Swati tied the red net saree brutally tight around Neha’s curvy body. The thin fabric stuck to her cum-stained skin, making her hard pierced nipples (with Adwik’s name rings) and clit ring clearly visible. Every tattoo was on full display. Swati then handed her a small silver thali with fresh kumkum, flowers, and a small sindoor box.

“Yeh le. Neeche jaakar har buddhe ke lund pe tilak lagaegi… lekin apni doodh bhari choochiyon se. Tera acceptance token hoga ki tu un sabki chodne ki invitation accept karti hai. Samjhi randi?”

Neha’s face burned with shame, but her body was already betraying her — her chut was getting wet again. She nodded meekly and walked downstairs, the net saree swaying, her big ass and boobs jiggling with every step.

In the grand hall, ten old panchayat members (all Kamal Thakur’s close friends, aged 60-75) were waiting, their eyes hungry. The moment Neha appeared, dirty whispers filled the room.

“Arre wah… dekho Kamal ki bahu ko! Red net mein bilkul nangi lag rahi hai,” one grey-bearded old man growled.

“Choochiyon pe Lokesh aur Sidharth ke naam! Aur clit pe Kamal Thakur! Bahu, tu sach mein ghar ki randi ban gayi hai kya?” another laughed, stroking his beard.

Kamal Thakur (her father-in-law) smirked proudly. “Haan bhai log, aaj iski proper chut dikhai aur puja hai. Pehle tilak, phir hum sab iski chut aur gaand phaad denge. Garden mein hi le jaayenge.”

Swati pushed Neha forward. “Ja beti, apni choochiyon se tilak kar un sab ko. Dikha ki tu unki randi banne ko taiyar hai.”

Neha was dying of shame. Her hands shook as she stood in front of the first old man. She bent low, pressing her heavy, milky left boob (with “LOKESH” tattoo) against his forehead, leaving a red kumkum mark. The old man groaned and squeezed her boob hard, tugging her nipple ring.

“Ufff… kitni soft aur doodh wali choochiyan… Lokesh ne sahi jagah tattoo kiya hai. Bahu, aaj main tera Lokesh ban ke chodunga.”

Neha whispered shyly, voice cracking, “Ji… Babu ji… main… main accept karti hoon… aap sab mujhe chod sakte hain…”

One by one she went to all ten old men, pressing her boobs on their foreheads, sometimes both boobs together, leaving red tilak marks. They mauled her openly — pinching nipples, slapping boobs, flicking her clit ring over the net saree.

“Arre dekho is randi ko… sharma toh rahi hai lekin chut se paani tapak raha hai!” one fat old man laughed loudly. “Kamal bhai, teri bahu horse aur kutte ke baad bhi tight hai kya? Aaj hum sab milke isko loose kar denge.”

Swati stood watching with a wicked smile. “Haan ji, iski gaand pe ‘Thakur’s Randi’ tattoo hai, choochiyon pe devar logon ke naam, clit pe aapka naam. Aaj isko jitna marzi chodiye. Yeh Thakur parivaar ki personal whore hai.”

After the tilak ritual, they dragged Neha to the garden. Where The old men surrounded her like wolves.

To be continued

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