Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

Her husband, Narayan Rao climbed to the upper berth and Suryaprabha lay down on the lower one, just opposite Moushumi.

After some time, Pawan Kumar said," Moushumi, let me go to pantry car which is adjunct to our compartment. Let me find some snacks and hot cup of coffee there as the Attendant has not come to our coupe with coffee."

He passed through the passage of compartment, and reached the pantry car. He took some snacks with a cup of coffee. He was informed that the dinner will be served at 9.30.p.m. in the coupe. He just strolled in the passage, and reached near the end of the compartment. The train was running with full speed and whistling on its way. The outside was completely dark. The toilet was on the other side of the vestibule He just wanted to inspect the toilet of the compartment. He opened the door of the toilet, and found it to be western, very neat and clean, no foul smell was inside there. He was satisfied, then sat on a single chair near the toilet. He opened the glass of window, and could feel the fresh breeze flowing over his face. He felt soothing and energetic. But he felt his cock hard which was throbbing inside his pant when he thought about the young and innocent face of newly married Telgu girl Suryaprabha.

Moushumi was sitting, and she was remembering her fucking experience with Pawan Kumar in swimming pool and in the room of hotel at Pondicherry. She was waiting impatiently for the departure of this couple after few hours so that she and Pawan Kumar could fuck without disturbances.

In the meantime, Suryaprabha needed to go to the washroom, and looked at her watch in the dim light coming from the other side of the curtain. It was 8.00.pm. by her watch. Not wanting to disturb her husband, she quietly got up and groped for her sandals in the dark. Her husband was sleeping soundly, and she did n't want him to disturb.

It was her first train journey, and being a newlywed bride, she hesitated to go to wash room alone without her husband. With a soft tone, she asked Moushumi," Madam, I want to go to wash room."

Moushumi returned from her thoughts. She could well read Suryapraba's hesitation. Moushumi smiled towards her, and said, "It seems, we are the sole occupants in this compartment. But don't worry, this is a 1st class AC compartment different from other compartments. This is well guarded by armed Railway protection force, and the general public passengers have no access to this compartment unless they have a proper ticket. You go straight to the far end of the compartment; there you will find the wash room. Further Uncle has also gone outside to take his coffee, he must be there somewhere around the compartment."

Suryaprabha smiled, and said, "Thanks!"

Stepping into the aisle without any noise, she headed straight to the lavatories to the far end of the compartment. Nobody was there in the entire compartment, it seemed there was no movement in the whole carriage, except her. Suryaprabha thought she should have taken a pee before entering in to coupe.

Pawan Kumar had a rock like cock, but suddenly he felt the urinal pressure. To relieve from this, he wanted to pee. Since the toilet was in front of him, he got up and went inside the toilet. He did not feel it necessary to latch the door from inside as nobody was expected there as they were the sole occupants of the compartment. Pawan Kumar lifted the toilet cover of western commode, unchained his pant, and lowered his underwear up to his waist so that he could pee comfortably. He picked out his big hard throbbing cock, aimed it towards the toilet hole, and he let out a gush of urine.

Reaching the well-lit vestibule, Suryaprabha stood near the washroom, facing the door to the western style toilet. She was hardly aware of the fact that Pawan Kumar was taking a peek inside.

But to her surprise, the well-lit vestibule moments ago, suddenly became dark may be due to some power connection problems. But she could see the things aided by a flicker of light coming from inside the compartment. she took a couple of tentative steps to open the door of toilet, but she stumbled, and almost knocked off her feet due to heavy jolts of the train.

At first it seemed to be a crash, she thought that the train had met with an accident and that she had been jolted by its force. Actually, the train had stopped abruptly due to sudden signal. She was so shaken by the abrupt halting of train due to unexpected and uncontrollable heavy jerks that her body put force on the door of the toilet. Since the door was not latched from the inside, her body pushed into, and drawn in to the inside of toilet with a thud like an iron drawn in to Magnet.

Her body crashed with another human body inside the toilet, and she fell on him. Due to panic and her off balance, she held something long and hard meaty object in her right hand, and in her left hand, she tightly encircled his neck resulting her lips crashed with his lips, and forcefully opened his mouth.

Due to reverse action, automatically the door again moved backwards and closed in a thud. Now, she was in a closed Toilet.

Pawan Kumar had just finished his peeing, and covered the hole with its cover. In the meantime, he noticed due to sudden jerk, the door was pushed open inside, and some female body crashed him on his body, gripped his big penis, and fell on him. Luckily, he balanced himself and sat on the cover of western toilet, the mouth of female crashed his lips forcefully, and his mouth was wide opened.

Now inside the Western style lavatory, it was well-lit, Suryaprabha became fully aware of her situation. It was Uncle. He was half naked from his waist, and sitting on toilet seat. She was sitting on the lap of uncle as her two legs were crossed above the naked hairy thigs of uncle. Surprisingly, she became aware of a tight grip of her hand on an enormous, big, and very long cock of uncle. which felt so hot as if her palm would get burn. Then she became conscious of a hot tongue moving inside her mouth, throughout the cavity, even sucking her tongue which she had allowed unconsciously. Then she felt the pressure of two big hands of uncle on her boobs.

Her senses gone out for a moment. She could not believe whether it was a reality or dream. She became more conscious, and tried to recollect and rewind the whole matter.

It wasn't a train crash! Due to sudden jerk and stopping of the train, she was pushed inside the toilet where uncle was there previously, most probably peeing. She crashed him, fell on him, and the chain of accidents had caused all other things.

Within 10 days of her marriage, her husband had only fucked her 4 times. On the first night he took her virginity. Being a small-town girl, she was quite innocent, simple, and completely unaware of the details of sexual action, even she had no idea about foreplay She was just like a virgin land yet to be explored. On her first night, she was very much nervous, and bled, when her husband simply jabbed his cock inside her. She could only feel her sexual sensation slightly when her husband fucked her third times. Still, a lot to be learned by her.

During this moment, she could feel that uncle was cupping her breasts, and kneading her nipples above the blouse. This was the first time in her life, she felt a male tongue inside her mouth sucking her tongue which her new husband had never tried. She could feel the sexy taste of saliva which she gulped down her throat. Charged by sexual impulse, unconsciously she also started sucking his tongue. An electric passion swept through her entire tender and young body. Her two breasts swelled, and nipples hardened due to touch of Pawan Kumar on her breasts.

Then she noticed that she had still grabbed the cock of uncle which she felt so hot as if her palm would get burn. Then the size of the cock struck her mind, she shrieked," Ohhh...my God, it is huge, very big."

She could n't believe the words coming out from her mouth spontaneously.

Pawan Kumar smiled, and said, "I think, your husband's cock is much smaller than me. Am I right?"

Then she came to her senses, what was she saying? What was she doing? By this time, she should have gotten up from his lap. She released her grip from his cock, and tried to rise up from his lap. But destiny had other motives, again there was a sudden stopping of the train, and a heavy jolt.

Alas! she fell again on his lap, this type more forcibly on his lap, and out of panic, she encircled her two hands on his neck, and her mouth again pressed inside the mouth of Pawan Kumar. This time when she was falling, to keep a balance of himself, Pawan Kumar gripped the sides of her thighs, just below her big rounded ass above the saree with his two hands. As a result, her lower portion of saree along with her petticoat were lifted high above her waist exposing her red panties.

The toilet was a small space, as most of it was occupied by the toilet seat. She was being held in such a manner that their faces were being glued to each other, and their hot breathings were touching each other's face. Pawan Kumar thought this was the right time to strike the hot iron. Without wasting further time, he started kissing her frantically in her whole face, simultaneously squeezing her two boobs. He inserted his tongue deeply inside her mouth, and started sucking her tongue. It happened so quickly that the newly wed young woman was sexually charged immediately, and unknowingly, responded in a reciprocal manner by kissing him, and sucking his tongue. There was a heavy exchange of saliva between their mouths.

Now, from very close, Pawan Kumar noticed the mehndi,( henna tattoos) still fresh on her hands right up to her elbows; a streak of red vermillion on her forehead just where her hair parted; her new Mangal sutra(a necklace worn by a Hindu woman to signify that she is married) which dangled proudly in front of her breasts; her hands almost full with designer bangles; and most importantly, the most natural ornament on her face, the mole near her upper lip. A fresh girlish fragrance was emitting from her body, and entered in to his nostrils, he felt intoxicated.

He had her now, at his disposal, ready for his moment with this newlywed beautiful tender and young lady, some other man's wife. he hooked his fingers at the waistband of her new red panty (part of set of sexy lingerie she had bought for her wedding and honeymoon), and pulled it swiftly down below her ankles, consciously making sure to pocket it (in his front chest pocket).

He expected her to be shaved down there, as were most of the newlywed women. What he didn't expect was the feminine pinkness of her vulval lips, so beautiful and well; it was one of the smoothest vulva he had ever seen. His now almost-erect penis gave a bigger twitch of excitement.

He noticed her vulva was completely dry, which was a surprise to him. Normally, these newlyweds always thought about sex always, especially on the way to their honeymoons or during their journey with their husbands, fantasising about the sexual pleasures awaiting them; which made their vaginas ooze out sexuality, in anticipation for their imminent fucking. But that was not the case with her; maybe she wasn't turned on by her husband.

Hurriedly, he caught hold of the middle of her blouse just below her cleavage, and started unbuttoning her blouse, and made it opened completely. He took his hands to her back, unhooking her pink bra, and immediately bringing them back to the front, in order to squeeze her just exposed heavenly breasts. He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the smoothness of her young breasts, the taut milky white skin and perky pink nipples. Without much ado, he took the right one in his mouth and started to suck with all his might; mauling and pinching the left one with his right hand. All this while, her Mangal sutra oscillated in between her breasts.

The sensation of something wet brought Suryaprabha to her senses, she realized that 'something wet' on her breast was the saliva of old uncle, pouring out copiously from his mouth. She tried to wriggle again, to free her breasts from the mouth of uncle due to too much shame and shyness, but couldn't move an inch due to the grip which uncle had around her waist with his left hand.

Pawan Kumar would have loved to play with such perfect breasts all night long, all nights for his entire lifetime, but he didn't have much time at his disposal. Letting go of her breasts, he adjusted her body, pulling her off the toilet seat slightly, with his left hand holding her around her waist. He spread her legs apart, pushing at her smooth soft thighs with his dark hairy ones, and positioned himself between them.

All this while, she tried to oppose every movement of him not by her physical pushing rather by her feigned and fake resisted voice,

" Uncle, please leave me. This is not good. I am married for just 10 days before. Don't enter your that big thing inside me, it is much bigger than my husband. I am like your daughter; how can you do this to me? You will kill me. Please...uncle leave me," she was protesting.

But, surprisingly, physically she was not resisting him, nor she was pushing him to get rid of his holds.

With his free right hand, he placed his fully erect penis at the entrance of her vagina, its moist pre-cum coated tip touching the lips of her pink vulva.

His penis gave the biggest twitch of excitement of the night while she shuddered with fear, excitement and sexual thrills.

Still holding her by her waist with his left hand, he used his right one to guide the tip of his penis beyond her vulval lips, his penis throbbing with ecstasy at their tightness. He left it there, at the edge of her vagina, and moved his right hand to her face, which was ashen with fear. He gripped her jaw tightly with his right hand, forced her face straight, and aligned it with his own; their nose tips barely a centimetre away.

He saw her beautiful face and read her fear. He consoled her, "Don't get nervous, my dear Suryaprabha. It will go easily inside your pussy, and I will give you more pleasure than your husband as I am more experienced than your husband."

"But, Uncle, it is too big for me, I cannot take it," she said in a nervous voice.

Holding her jaw, he made sure her eyes were fixed on his own; as with one forceful thrust of his pelvis, he tore into her dry vagina.

She shrieked out in pain as his penis assaulted her dry vagina. Such was the force of his first thrust that his penis was almost completely embedded inside her the first time itself, she heard him release a low moan of pleasure.

He saw her eyes dilate in shock and heard her groan in pain. Bringing his penis almost all the way out of her vagina, he thrust again, this time a little less forcefully as it regained its original depth. Then, like a man possessed, he began to piston his penis in and out of her vagina, in forceful rough thrusts, grunting like a pig every time the tip of his penis hit her cervix.

Suryaprabha thought that this was her worst nightmare come true. With each thrust, she felt unbearable pain radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. Her initial loud shriek of pain had given way to low groans, which were synchronised with his thrusts; almost as if the energy of his thrusts travelled all the way up to her throat, vibrating her vocal cords of their own accord.

He stared into her helpless eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, which had now begun to respond to his assault. He could tell, by the decreased amount of force that was now required to piston in and out of her, that her vagina had begun to release her own sex juices. He could also feel the increased wetness around his throbbing shaft, and also on his thighs. She was really secreting a huge amount of juices, now, his every thrust made a sloppy noise in her copious juices.

She couldn't believe that her vagina had begun to respond to this assault, as if it had a mind of its own. After fear and despair, she now felt immense shame as her vagina was adjusting and accommodating uncle's big penis, trying to derive pleasure out of his fucking. Maybe it was because of the slight repulsion she felt for her husband, maybe the feeling of being suppressed since childhood, maybe her womanhood needed an escape route. The initial pain had subsided; and with each and every thrust, she could now feel a wave of carnal pleasure radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. She couldn't believe her ears as a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. To his surprise, he heard her moan in pleasure into her gag. It was a low sound, but it was definitely a moan of pleasure. Suryaprabha was moaning," Uncle, Ohhhhhh...fuck me more...harder...fuckkkkk...Aaaahhhhh, I have never been fucked like this by my husband...Ohhh Goddd, how your big cock was able to enter fully inside my tiny hole...you are great uncle...fuckkk me more."

Then Pawan Kumar felt that his big cock was pressed between very tight young pussy walls, and his cock would not move a bit. He wondered what happened inside her pussy, then he felt the flow of warm liquid passed through his nestled cock. Within a fraction of seconds, his cock was released from the tight grip of cunt muscles, and moved further. He could understand that Suryaprabha's cunt had released her first orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh...uncle, I am cummmingggg," screamed Suryaprabha in a loud voice as her orgasm gushed out of her cunt.

After sometime, Uncle stopped fucking her and withdrew his penis out of her dripping wet vagina. completely. To her surprise, her mind was swept by a wave of disappointment.

Pawan Kumar felt a guilty consciousness in his mind. Although, this girl was married just 10 days before, but it was evident that she was not fully explored of sexual pleasures being very simple and innocent. He felt a pang of sin within himself to cum inside the cunt of this newlywed young women when her innocent husband was sleeping in upper berth. He withdrew his cock from her pussy.

Before she could fathom the reason for his abrupt halt, she had been flipped over.

He instructed," Suryaprabha, just balance yourself by grabbing the water tank of toilet with your two hands. She was embracing the water tank tightly, and bending her face inside the hole of toilet by crawling over the toilet seat and raising her ass above high. Her head now faced the dirty toilet seat, barely inches away; her Mangal sutra hung down due to gravity and its lower end was well below the rim of the toilet seat, oscillating like a pendulum. She could feel the strong smell of dis-infection liquid coming from the hole of toilet. For a moment, she felt she would faint herself. Her knees were awkwardly bent, half her weight supported by the toilet seat. This was the most difficult and awkward position she had ever in her life. She felt he was standing behind her.

He said, "Suryaprabha, I cannot come inside your cunt otherwise you may get pregnant."

She felt her ass cheeks being drawn apart by his hands, and felt some wetness around her asshole. As she realized what was going to happen to her, she let out another shriek, her second last one that evening.

Pawan Kumar spread her meaty ass cheeks, exposing her pink asshole. He hadn't expected her anal region to be devoid of hair too! The sight of her tight pink puckered asshole, the smooth surrounding hairless skin and the feel of her juicy ass cheeks, elicited another big twitch of excitement from his eager penis (even bigger than the one on touching her vulval lips). He was almost certain that she was an anal virgin, which made his penis twitch continuously. He, as well as his penis, was eager to violate this newlywed wife's anus.

He used the liquid soap in the toilet, to lubricate her asshole. He held her hair by both hands, pushed her further down (her face now at the level of the toilet seat rim) so as to get her ass up at a proper angle; and positioned his penis at her anal entrance.

She let out the loudest shriek of the evening when she felt his penis tear through her virgin asshole. If the earlier pain had made her delirious, this was intense enough to kill her. He poked at her asshole with increasing thrust, her tightness making it difficult for him to enter her anal canal. After a handful of pokes, her anal opening gave way and the whole length of his shaft entered her anal canal, with such a force that her head painfully banged against the water pipe behind the toilet seat.

It was as if her whole body was on fire, such was the intensity of the pain. She became a part of his thrusts inside her anal canal. With each thrust he gave, her body experienced its own mini earthquake, her head banged against the water pipe, her dangling breasts swivelled as if they would tear right off her body, her knees buckled; her eyes, which she had shut close to black out her mind, opened due to the forceful impact.

Intermittently, during those moments when her eyes opened, she saw her Mangal sutra, the sign of her harmonious matrimony, rubbing the inside of the toilet seat; each thrust making it scrape the seat more and more. All she could hear at that moment was the sound of that scraping. The sacred and pure necklace tied around her neck by her husband ten days ago, was now being contaminated in the impure of locations, both literally and figuratively. But at the same time, Suryaprabha felt a strange sensation, an unknown pleasure and a heavenly feeling which emanated from the source of her anus, ignited, and spread through her entire body, and ultimately reached to her pussy. Suryaprabha could not control herself, she had her second orgasm, and she again screamed, "Uncle, I am cummingg again, Ohhhhhhh...fuckkkk."

Immediately, he inserted his fingers inside her cunt, and felt the gushing out orgasm of Suryaprabha.

Now, it was beyond his control, he could feel his approaching orgasm. His breathing became laboured and he took in this moment of pure ecstasy; gripping her dangling breasts tightly, he licked her neck from behind, as he felt the bulbous head of his penis bulge inside her anal canal, and spurted thick blobs, releasing his semen deep inside her ass hole.

He orgasmed in pure delight; ejaculated his semen in huge quantities, giving few secondary thrusts until all his juice had been milked out of his penis. It was one of the longest orgasms he had experienced, all the while moaning out in pleasure. Even after he had withdrawn his penis from this newlywed wife's anal canal, he was moaning in pleasure!

Hurriedly, he cleaned himself up, buckled his trousers, and made sure her panty was safely lodged in his shirt's pocket.

She was sitting on her own now. She put on her dresses.

As a final act of gratitude, he licked the mole above her lips. "You were a great fuck, Suryaprabha! To remember our great fucking, I am keeping this red panty with me as a memento for ever," he said.

"I am leaving first before you, so that nobody should have any doubt," he said and left.

Pawan Kumar entered the coupe, and found Moushumi asleep while seating. Slowly, he sat beside her.

After leaving of Pawan Kumar, Suryaprabha immediately locked the toilet door from inside and looked at her in the mirror. Her hairs were dishevelled, her face was smeared with the patches of red vermilion during their sex act. A beautiful fresh rose was smashed in to scattered petals. She washed her face with water. After making sure that her outer appearance was okay, she stepped back into the vestibule (now brightly lit) and headed back to her berth.

She entered in to the berth. Her husband was sleeping soundly, exactly as before. Even Moushumi was sleeping while sitting. Pawan Kumar was sitting beside Moushumi. As she stepped back on to her berth, she felt a blob of her Uncle's semen ooze out of her asshole wetted the backside of her panty.

She sat down on her berth just in front of uncle, panty-less, her ass cheeks wet with Uncle's semen. She indicated Uncle to bring his face closer to her face. They both embraced tightly and French kissed with each other. She looked at her watch; it read 9:30 P.M. Within an hour, Suryaprabha had been transformed from a newlywed wife to a different woman by Uncle who had invaded her 'inner appearance'.

She whispered in his ear, "Uncle, I love you, I cannot forget you never ever in my life."

Then there was a sharp knock at the door. Everybody was alerted from their sleep. Pawan Kumar opened the door. The Attendant was there with dinner plates for everybody.

The Attendant then turned towards Narayan Rao, and said, "Sir, the train will reach Vijayawada, your destination place within half an hour."

All of them started taking dinner, and Suryaprabha was casting hidden glances towards Pawan Kumar frequently like a teen girl towards her boyfriend at her first love. Pawan Kumar was giving her flying kiss by making his lips round, of course un noticed by everybody.

After exactly half an hour, the train reached Vijayawada. The couple got down with their luggage. They thanked both Moushumi and Pawan Kumar for their company during the journey. Pawan Kumar accompanied them to the end of the compartment near the door to help them. Suryaprabha was following her husband who was going ahead with luggage. For a second, Pawan Kumar grabbed Suryaprabha from behind, and planted hot kisses on her face, put his tongue inside her mouth for a quick suck of her tongue. Both of them exchanged a heavy quantity of saliva inside their mouths. First, Narayan Rao got down from the compartment with luggage. Then Pawan Kumar put his two hands under the arms of Suryaprabha, the young wife so that she could get down comfortably to step on platform. For the last time, he cupped her two smooth breasts above her blouse for some seconds while she got down. Pawan Kumar was still standing near the open gate. The train had started for departure. The couple waved their hands to him, and he also waved to them. He could glimpse the innocent beauty face of Suryaprabha for the last time. He returned to berth.

Pawan Kumar closed the door securely from inside. Moushumi rushed towards him, and kissed him frantically.

"At last, now we are alone," she said.

"The couple was nice and lovable," remarked Pawan Kumar.

"But, because of them, we lost our valuable hours to be together, virtually we both were separated for some hours. Another thing, I noticed, you were infatuated and smitten by the young south Indian beauty (Suryaprabha)," said Moushumi with a smile.

Pawan Kumar also smiled, and said, "really, I wanted to fuck her." Little did she know that he had already fucked Suryaprabha.

He embraced Moushumi, put his hot lips on her.

"Uncle, I would be missing you from tomorrow. You filled my cunt with your monstrous cock so completely and filled my soul and heart with love, opening up inner depths, touching me deep to the core, made me pour out all my juices, making me melt and open floodgates, and flow out all stored juices and thoughts, feelings, and desires. I have submitted myself uninhibitedly, shamelessly and completely to you. It was like opening of dam brimming with water and the floodgates opened. It was the first time I had ever experienced what it was like to feel a real man inside. Uncle, first time in my life, I experienced such an intense multiple long drawn never-ending multiple orgasms while fucking. I never experienced orgasm so far with my inept and useless husband all these months," said Moushumi.

Pawan Kumar said, "I feel happy to know that. I made you orgasm for the first time while fucking. That's why you scratched my back, drawing blood'

Moushumi said, "Uncle, a woman submits and surrenders herself and worships the man who can give her sexual bliss. Even now with you surrounding me, my whole body is reacting with enthusiasm and expectation. You have the sensuous touch to ignite me, put me on fire and capacity to make me explode."

Pawan Kumar replied," Moushumi, now that you have me. I will explore every part of your sensuous and sensational beautiful body, enter, open and fill all your holes dear. You need to be fucked now dear."

Her saree pallu dropped to the floor, Pawan Kumar removed her blouse and bra, releasing her huge, voluminous, heavy and firm, hanging conical breasts. Her firm jutting brown nipples were hard in his fingers as he stroked them, and then lifting her breasts up stroking from bottom, said, "Moushumi, I wish I could suck milk from your breasts."

"You can, Uncle, once you give me a baby. Impregnate me, and once I give birth to your son, I can feed my breast milk to both of you forever. I want a son from you, our love child from you, Uncle." She said.

"I will give you a son, Moushumi," Pawan Kumar said.

He kissed her breasts, sucking her engorged hard nipples, and removed her saree, untied her petticoat and took off his pants, asked her to sit down on the berth, her thighs spread wide, placed her fat thighs on both sides of his shoulders.

"I want to eat you, eat your cunt. Moushumi, "said Moushumi.

"You are the first man to eat me, uncle, my husband has never touched my cunt with his tongue. Eat my cunt. It is all yours," she said.

Her legs were spread wide, his mouth and nose were pressing into her labium. Pawan Kumar could actually feel his face pressing ever so slightly inside her body! Her cunt smelled like heaven; he wished he could eat this cunt out. He started licking her engorged big protruding pink wet clitoris, slurping and lapping up her cunt juice with his tongue, inserted his tongue into her cunt deep and licking all over. He sucked her overflowing cunt juice.

He bent forward, licked her cunt from bottom to top, flattening his tongue. He inserted his tongue deep inside her cunt, making his tongue stiff clutching it with his teeth. Running his tongue around inside her cunt, probing and licking, he brought his tongue out of her cunt and lapped up her tasty delicious cunt juice having a peculiar pleasant smell. He put his lips against her cunt and slurped with loud noise, the more he slurped, the more juices were oozing out. It was like drawing water out of a well, never dry.

Pawan Kumar started devouring her cunt, sucking her juices, slurping, licking her all over cunt sucking her juices, pressing my mouth to her cunt and sucking, making slurping noise.

"Oh, God, you are sucking out all my juice," she said by pressing his head, onto her cunt.

As he was slurping up her juice, he could feel the sensations of her cunt muscles pulsating, quivering against his lips and face. She pressed her thighs around his face lifting her legs and keeping them on his shoulders. It was as if she was trying to take him into her cunt, trying to push him all of him back inside her

"Oh. Uncle, you are sucking all my stored juices, you are emptying all my juices stored for you all these years," moaned Moushumi.

Pawan Kumar got up and turned her around. She offered her wet juicy cunt, her hands holding onto the berth. He entered her juice-drenched cunt, opening her up, penetrating slowly and steadily going into her like a knife in slab of soft butter mound, filling her deep cunt to the bottom. He kept his cock filled in her cunt without moving for a while. He took hold of her long braid into one hand and pulled roughly holding her ass with another and started fucking her cunt deep.

The train was moving with a rhythmic noise and his cock was moving in her cunt like a piston, forward and backward at a steady pace rhythmically enjoying each stroke opening up her cunt, every time like a boring machine tool boring into a soft rain drenched earth and her cunt receiving his cock with equal enthusiasm.

"Oh, God, Moushumi Your pussy is so tight," he said, "You're so wet. Are you wet because you like the feel of my cock ramming you?"

He further said, "You are sexy slut, longhaired luscious bitch and a dirty whore. Do you like my cock ramming your cunt? I am going to rip off your cunt."

"Oh, Uncle, my god, fuck me, fuck my cunt deep yes. Fuck your Moushumi, "she was making loud noises with abandoned carelessness.

Moushumi was thrusting her ass up to meet his cock, he increased the momentum matching the increasing speed of the train. He rotated his cock in her cunt sideways and opened her cunt wide.

"I think I'm going to come I'm going to fill up your little cunt." groaned Pawan Kumar.

Her cunt was gripping his cock and releasing it, repeatedly; her orgasmic response was gradually increasing and then reached its peak as her cunt gripped his cock tightly for a long time and slowly releasing. It was like Tsunami waves one after another; her body was shivering. She was like a wild animal crying aloud with ecstatic orgasmic pleasure. Gradually her orgasm subsided, as he was still fucking at a high speed with all his energy, pounding into her cunt.

Pawan Kumar's cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped his cock, squeezed and sucked all his sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying him. This was what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked, becoming pregnant, and he was determined not to disappoint her. They disentangled, and she cleaned his cock with towel and lie down on the berth to allow his sperm to enter her womb and couple with her waiting fertile egg.

She smiled and said," Uncle, I have never been fucked so intensely. You are a passionate fantastic lover. You fuck like a lion. I think you made me pregnant today."

Moushumi said, "I am in fertile ovulation period. It has been two weeks since I had cyclical periods. Woman intuitively knows when her hormones are at peak and her egg is ready to receive the sperm. It is on such rare occasion, tonight, I have been fucked by you and got pregnant by you."

It so happened; she was right. Actually, she got impregnated by him on that night. Later on, it was confirmed by the pregnancy test.

"Uncle, you treat me as if I am your young newly married loving wife though I am of your daughter's age. You have the maturity and confidence in you to make me feel like a young newly married girl. I am sure many a woman might have submitted herself to you enamoured by your charm," said Moushumi.

She was tired and sleepy. She put her head in his lap, and slept peacefully. He also slept in the same position.

It was early in the morning, Pawan Kumar woke up and she also opened her eyes.

Moushumi got up and said," Oh! I slept off talking to you."

She washed her face, upbraided her hair, combed and arranged into a bun.

Pawan Kumar asked her to sit on his lap and kissed her on cheeks.

She crooned, "Do not look so happy as if we are newly married couple returning from honeymoon. My husband will come to the station to receive me. Do not forget to bless him as he is your son-in-law in relation."

Pawan Kumar hugged and kissed her and said, "You are looking so lovely and beautiful and happiness written on your face."

The train reached the station of Visakhapatnam. From window, they could see a tall and handsome young man, Moushumi's husband was proceeding towards their compartment. After few minutes, he entered in to the birth. He embraced Moushumi, and planted a husband kiss on her forehead. Then Moushumi introduced her husband to Pawan Kumar. He came and touched the feet of Pawan Kumar to seek his blessings. Pawan Kumar blessed him.

Now, it was a time for farewell. Pawan Kumar could see the teary eyes of Moushumi when her husband collected the luggage, and she followed him.

They got down to the platform. Pawan Kumar was standing near the door. The train had already started for departure. Both Moushumi and her husband waved at him, and he also waved at them. With a heavy heart, he returned to his berth.​