The day before the marriage the tradition expands to both the familes. Bride is excluded

Part 3
The day before the wedding the entire family gathered at Abhi’s house. The living room and the large hall connected to it had been cleared of most furniture. Mattresses and thick sheets had been spread across the floor. Curtains were drawn. The air conditioner ran on high. Outside, the late afternoon sun was still strong, but inside the house the light was low and deliberate.
From the bride’s side came Santhi, Sharma, Babu, Divya, Soumya and Sandeep. From the groom’s side stood Abhishek, Preetha, Jeet, Praveen and Sandhya, Suresh and Ambika. Abhi moved among them, quiet, watching. Manju was not present; she had been told to rest at her own house until the ceremony.
Sharma cleared his throat. “We have spoken among ourselves. The tradition that has kept our side of the family content will now be shared fully. Tomorrow Abhi becomes our son-in-law. From today the same rules apply both ways. We want every man from the groom’s side to take every woman from the bride’s side first. The women of the groom’s house will watch and learn how a woman of this family serves. After that, everything is open.”
Suresh nodded. “My wife’s family already lived this way. Ambika knows. She will join without hesitation.”
Santhi looked around the circle of faces. “We agree. But Sandeep is the youngest. He will go last.”
No one argued. Clothes began to come off without ceremony. Shirts, sarees, trousers, blouses—everything dropped onto chairs and the edges of the mattresses. Within minutes the room was filled with bare skin.
Praveen and Jeet moved toward Soumya first. She stood waiting, naked, milk still heavy in her breasts. Praveen took her by the hair and bent her forward over the arm of a sofa. Jeet stepped in front of her. Soumya opened her mouth without being told. Jeet pushed his cock between her lips and held her head while Praveen drove into her cunt from behind in one hard thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Soumya gagged softly around Jeet’s shaft but did not pull away. Praveen fucked her with short, punishing strokes, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching under to squeeze a full breast until milk sprayed across the floor. Jeet used her mouth the same way—deep, steady, giving her no time to breathe properly. When Praveen pulled out he was still hard. He switched places with Jeet. Now Jeet took her cunt and Praveen her mouth. Soumya’s eyes watered, saliva ran down her chin, milk leaked steadily from both nipples. They kept her like that for long minutes, trading ends, using her body as if it existed only for their pleasure.
Across the room Abhishek and Suresh had already claimed Santhi. She dropped to her knees the moment they approached. Abhishek fed his cock into her mouth while Suresh moved behind her, lifted her hips, and pushed into her cunt with a single rough thrust. Santhi moaned around the cock in her throat. Abhishek held her head with both hands and fucked her face. Suresh set a hard, relentless rhythm, the sound of his hips slamming against her ass loud and wet. When Abhishek pulled free, thick strands of spit connected her lips to his cock. He moved behind her, pushed Suresh aside for a moment, and entered her himself. Suresh took her mouth. They used her in turns, one in her cunt, one in her throat, switching whenever they felt like it. Santhi’s body shook with each impact. Her breasts swung heavily. Milk from earlier still stained her skin. She took every thrust, every deep push into her throat, without once asking them to slow down.
Abhi had walked straight to Divya. She stood waiting, already wet between her thighs. He turned her around, bent her over a low table, and spread her cheeks with both hands. He spat on her asshole, rubbed the saliva in with his thumb, then pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring. Divya pushed back. Abhi drove forward. The resistance gave way and he sank into her ass to the hilt. Divya cried out once, then bit her lip and braced herself. Abhi fucked her hard and deep, one hand on the back of her neck, pinning her to the table. Each thrust forced a broken sound from her throat. He reached under and rubbed her clit roughly while he used her ass. Divya came once, then again, her body clamping around him, but he did not stop. He kept pounding until his own orgasm rose. He pulled out at the last second, stroked himself twice, and painted her lower back and the cleft of her ass with thick ropes of cum. Divya stayed bent over, breathing hard, the white streaks slowly sliding down her skin.
Ambika, already naked, walked into the centre of the room. Her body was firm, breasts high, cunt clean-shaven and glistening. She looked at the men of the groom’s side and then at the bride’s side.
“Who wants me first?”
Sandeep stepped forward at once. Sharma raised a hand.
“Babu is eldest. He goes first. I will join him.”
Babu did not waste time. He took Ambika by the wrist, pulled her down onto a mattress, and pushed her onto her back. He spread her legs wide and drove into her cunt in one hard stroke. Ambika gasped and locked her legs around him. Sharma knelt beside her head, took her hair, and fed his cock into her mouth. Babu fucked her with long, powerful thrusts that made her breasts bounce and her body slide across the sheet. Sharma used her throat the same way. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth. When Babu pulled out he flipped her onto her hands and knees. Sharma moved behind her and entered her cunt from the rear while Babu took her mouth again. They fucked her in rhythm, one from each end, until Babu’s breathing changed. He pulled from her mouth, stroked himself once, and came across her face and open tongue. Sharma finished inside her a minute later, holding her hips tight as he emptied himself deep.
The sounds of rough sex filled every corner of the hall—wet flesh, low groans, the occasional sharp cry when a thrust went especially deep. Preetha, Sandhya and Ambika (once Babu and Sharma released her) stood watching at first. Their breathing grew heavier. Preetha’s hand drifted between her own legs. Sandhya’s nipples were hard. Ambika wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand and looked at the other women of the groom’s side.
“You see how it is done,” she said quietly. “They take. We give. No hesitation. No shame.”
Preetha stepped forward first. She walked to where Praveen and Jeet still used Soumya. Without a word she dropped to her knees beside Soumya’s head, waited until Jeet pulled free of Soumya’s mouth, and took him between her own lips. Jeet groaned and began fucking Preetha’s face while Praveen continued to pound Soumya’s cunt. Sandhya moved toward Abhishek and Suresh. She knelt in front of Abhishek, opened her mouth, and let him use her throat while he still had Santhi bent in front of him. Suresh pulled out of Santhi, turned, and pushed into Sandhya’s cunt from behind while she sucked Abhishek. The two older women of the groom’s house were now fully inside the circle, learning with their bodies.
Abhi, still hard after taking Divya, walked over to Ambika again. She was on her hands and knees, still catching her breath. He mounted her without ceremony, pushing into her already-used cunt in one stroke. Ambika pushed back to meet him. He fucked her hard, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass until the skin reddened. Across the room Suresh had finished with Sandhya and moved to Preetha. He bent her over the same sofa where Soumya had been and entered her from behind while Jeet took her mouth. Preetha took both of them the way she had watched the bride’s women take them—open, obedient, focused only on their pleasure.
Sandeep finally stepped forward. Sharma nodded. Sandeep went first to Divya, who was still bent over the table, Abhi’s cum drying on her back. He entered her cunt in one thrust and fucked her with the urgency of youth, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. When he finished he moved to Soumya. Praveen and Jeet had already used her thoroughly; her thighs were shiny with their release. Sandeep pushed into her anyway and took her with short, deep strokes until he came inside her. Last he went to Santhi. She was on her back, legs still open from Abhishek and Suresh. Sandeep climbed between them and buried himself to the hilt. Santhi wrapped her legs around him and took every thrust, her hands resting lightly on his back, guiding nothing, only accepting.
The room had become a single moving mass of bodies. Men moved from woman to woman without asking. Women opened their mouths or spread their legs the moment a cock approached. Rough hands gripped hair, throats, hips. Cum was left on breasts, faces, stomachs, and insides. Milk from Soumya’s breasts mixed with sweat and other fluids on the sheets. The air smelled of sex and skin.
Hours passed. The light outside faded. No one counted how many times each woman had been taken or how many times each man had finished. When the last of them finally slowed, bodies lay scattered across the mattresses, breathing hard, skin marked and wet.
Santhi sat up first, wiped a streak of cum from her cheek, and looked at Abhi.
“Tomorrow you marry Manju. After that she belongs to you completely—and through you, to every man in this room when you allow it. The same rule holds for every woman here. We have shown the women of your house how it is done. They understand now.”
Preetha, still on her knees, simply nodded. Sandhya and Ambika did the same.
Abhi looked around the room one last time—at his father, his brother, his uncles, at the women of both families who now shared the same open rule. The tradition had crossed fully from one side to the other.
He stood, found his clothes, and dressed slowly. The others began to do the same in silence. Tomorrow the wedding would take place. Tonight the families had already become one in the only way that mattered to them.
Outside, the night had fully settled. Inside the house the sheets were ruined, the air still heavy, and every adult present understood exactly what the marriage would mean from this day forward.

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