Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

When Pawan Kumar finished his bathing, he was served with breakfast by Kakoli. Then Kakoli vanished in kitchen room as she was preparing lunch. Pawan Kumar sat on sofa in a relaxed mood, and passed his time by watching TV.

He was waiting for Kakoli. It seemed she was busy until noon and came in the afternoon with an announcement that lunch was ready for both of them. Both of them took lunch. Kakoli was wearing a saree of her mother (Rupa), a thin green sari with pink and gold zari border and matching blouse without bra. She was looking exactly like her mother, a replica of Rupa. After lunch, both of them came to the bed room of Pawan Kumar.

Pawan Kumar hugged her, kissed her and took off all her clothes.

"You are in hurry, hubby," Kakoli said.

"Kakoli, Are you not in hurry?" mischievously asked Pawan Kumar.

She said, "Yes, I am. Last night, while you were busy fucking Sonali, I was only imagining you and I wanted to come to you. I restrained to come because It was important that you deflower and impregnate Sonali soonest possible during her fertile period."

Pawan Kumar watched her large hung breasts as they bounced. He disrobed her. Her areolas were big and pink. He saw her lovely thick long hair braid, deep black eyes, glowing skin, pink lips and thick black pubic hair adorning her pussy.

She bent over to pick something up from the floor and he was privy to her glorious pussy lips, long and outsized, hanging down like thick wings of a butterfly. He imagined sucking on these for hours. By now, his cock was getting quite hard and putting wicked thoughts into his head.

Her glorious huge breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. He watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from every step, her full hips, the curve of her back, the bounce of her fine ass. This girl was all his. He loved it! he felt a stirring in his loins that went deeper than the roots of his cock. This was a full body rush. The moment was a creation of wonder.

He embraced her from behind ass as she stood at the mirror. He kissed the luscious nape of her neck, caressing her thighs then her sweet ass cheeks. Her sexy humming stopped and a delightful squeal escaped her lusty lips. His hands moved slowly up her torso to knead her pendulous heavily hung breasts. He moved to her large areolas and nipples, stroking them until they began to bunch and harden. Playfully, she slapped his hand.

Before things got too far, he told her he had to pee. As he turned to the toilet and pulled out his hardened cock, it took a bit for the stream to start flowing. When it did, he felt her behind him. She peeked over his shoulder, her hands on his butt cheeks.

"Stop or I'll get too hard to finish," he said laughingly.

Instead of stopping, she placed her left hand over him as it held his cock. She ignored his plea and continued to grip his hand while he continued his peeing, watching with curious interest as his yellow stream gushed out. Her right hand stroked his right ass cheek.

Suddenly she bent, and opened her mouth, and he peed in her mouth.

"My, my honey, you got yourself a handful there, umm?" she murmured, pressing her head against his cock.

He nodded in agreement.

As he began to finish, she nudged her hand underneath his and held his cock as he peed into her mouth.

"So this is how that rocket feels when you pee," she said with a quiet, growling mew.

Pawan Kumar could feel his cock respond in the grip of her touch, her fingernails painted bright red curling around his thick shaft. Her luscious breasts were pressing, her hardened nipples poking on his cock with turgid intent. She even pulled his foreskin back, shook his cock and queried, "All done?"

Pawan Kumar turned his head and said in a throaty, sex-deepened voice, "Hardly."

She led him to the bed by his rock-hard cock and in a timeless choreography; she nudged him so he backed onto the bed. She quickly lay beside him and gazed at his cock wickedly, and then with both hands she grabbed his cock with one at the base of the long shaft and the other fondling his helmeted head.

"Uncle, it takes my two hands to handle a whopper, your cock is as big as donkey's" she said knowingly, then smiled and began her ministrations.

She used her left hand to hold the base of his shaft like a cock ring to keep him turgid. She used her right hand to explore the length of his shaft and the head with ever-increasing squeezes and strokes to the upper part of his hard length. This served to pump up his dick until veins along the shaft bulged and the head began to swell and redden like a ripened plum. His huge cock was fully erect turgid and rigid standing like pole.

Next, she licked the head, rimmed the crown with long, hard strokes with her stiff tongue and flicked at the Y junction that she knew would curl his toes instantly. She kept this up, now pumping and stroking his cock as she did to keep it long and hard. From time to time, she would reach with her hand splayed in passion and stroke the length of his thighs, feeling the hard muscles of his quads.

At this, she moaned and her ministrations quickened. She cupped his balls in her left hand as if to reassure her of the heft she knew was there, and then tugged on them the way careful but not too. She reapplied herself to licking his cock shaft, even sucking on it sideways from the base upwards while licking at the same time. She spent time on each rivulet of vein, following one down and another up, seeming to draw them to the surface like tiny ropes.

She took his cock in her mouth, sucking the large head as her cheeks hollowed and she gazed deeply into his eyes. A smile worked its way around her full mouth and lips. Now, she took in half his cock, closed her eyes and headed with her lips to the base, stifling her gag reflex as his cock head touched the back of her throat.

"Kakoli, you have become an expert cock sucker, by watching porn movies," he said holding her hair in his hands and thrusting his cock into her throat.

She eyed him with lustful abandonment then drew back, releasing his swollen hard cock from her mouth. "I am happy that you made me a cock sucker. I'm going to ride you and fuck you my husband, like a bitch in heat," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"You are a slut and I love you," he said as she mounted astride him and guided his long thick dick to her hot wet pussy. "You know Kakoli, what I love."

"My husband, we have wasted so many years. You could have fucked me from my teen age when I was 18 years old. I want to make up for lost time," she said. She teased herself by rubbing her labia wings and clit with his now engorged head.

She guided the full head inside herself, dropping onto the nicely thickened shaft. "Oh," she exclaimed with a throaty cry as she felt him hit her cervix.

She settled and wriggled her bottom until she felt things were just right and his cock fully into her cunt. She used her hips in a gliding motion to fuck him in a steady, sensual rhythm, her huge breasts dangling above him, a temptation no man could resist.

Her dark pink cup-sized areolas and nipples hardened. He eased up and took each in his mouth in turn, giving oral supplication like a starving infant. At first, he suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. His tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. He used his hands to continue kneading her breasts, then to pull and squeeze her nipples.

Suddenly, Kakoli began to buck wildly in response to his ministrations. He urged her on.

"That's right baby, you are a cock crazy slut, fuck me!"

"Yes, I am your slut," she said.

This spurred her to even newer heights, and all the while he had remained still, letting her have this moment of glory on top, impaled on his swollen manhood, gliding and bucking them to sensational heights. Now, placing his hands on her ass, he began to thrust upward with his hips to begin his turn of fucking her from below.

As his strokes quickened, he began to suck and nibble each nipple in turn on each up stroke. As he was tired slightly, he lay back and she took over once again with her nimble gliding fuck. Not as much traction, but it still kept the fires blazing. She arched her back, then reached behind with her left hand and felt for his cock and balls, leaning round so she was able to gather his large balls, tug, and pull.

"Love your balls husband, so full for me. Going to fill me with your gism?" said Kakoli.

He grunted his assent.

Satisfied, she went back to her gliding fuck.

This spurred her to more gyrations on his cock, mixing the gliding motion with bucking up and down. All the time, her pendulous breasts were bouncing, flapping and slapping her torso, and each other on occasion when she really got going. As he looked at her, he could see she was consumed by lust; her eyes were unfocused, her lips swollen, her face flushed.

Finally, as her breasts flashed furiously, she gathered one breast in the crook of her arm as she reached across and cupped the other, rolling her eyes at him as if to say it was a bit too much for her tender, sensitive breasts. He kissed each of her breasts, then one directed at her lips. She just nodded breathlessly as their movements in unison continued. Her hair spread wide forming hallow around her face.

As he took his turn next, fucking her from beneath, he quickened the pace and rammed his cock even harder. This caused a chain reaction, she began to sense her cum, throwing back her head and opening her mouth as a stream of obscenities, and cries escaped her lips.

"Yes, fuck me you stud, oh, god yes... Harder, harder, fuck me harder with your dick... Oh, baby, your cock... Fuck, fuck yes, ohh, ahhh!" She squealed and screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Pawan Kumar kept up a finishing stroke rhythm and slowed to a stop as she came on top of him. She collapsed down on him while he made sure to stay inside her firmly pressed against her pubis as even now gentle shudders rolled through her body. He rolled over until he was now on top, never pulling out.

He kissed her all over; covering her like a stallion which covers and mounts a mare. They rested for but a moment and then, like a phoenix rising, he began a slow fucking pace, in and out, in and out, making sure to stroke the full length of his cock.

"You didn't come?" she cried, pleasantly surprised to feel his cock still moving inside her.

She murmured soft at first, urging him on repeatedly. He just kept fucking her, now determined to fuck her as long as he could without stopping. She soon was back into it as his length was drenched in her womanly cum when his curved cock had done its job by hitting her G spot with his swollen cock head.

"Oh god, you're so thick, you are a stallion, so big, yes... Fuck me - hard, make me cum again and again," she rambled in her horny ecstasy.

Now as he stroked her, on every third or fourth stroke he would ream her hard and fast. He bent down and sucked on her nipples, then licked round and round the nipple as before and flicked hard with his tongue. She wiggled underneath him in response. He kept fucking her hard, alternating the rhythm and the angle of his strokes to hit her pussy and clit all over. She had a series of mini orgasms, giving them both ever-deepening satisfactions.

He continued fucking her harder, deeper and faster until he was in that super phase of blurred action. Soon he could feel his balls tighten and his ass muscles grip and his thrusts went into overdrive as he began to come hard and long.

Pawan Kumar groaned with the effort. "Ahhhhhhhh!" he bellowed in a conquering voice as he filled her with a load of cum, spurt, after spurt. Steadily, he kept fucking, stroking and milking them both for every second of delicious aftermath. He pulled out and a small river of love juices drizzled out of her pussy.

Without hesitation, he scooted back until his face could reach her pussy and he could gaze at her lovely, swollen pussy lips. He had always loved the extra-large folds of her labia that draped around her pussy, and now he pulled them out to their majestic fullness, like big butterfly wings. He twirled them between his thumb and fingers and watched as her back arched and she thrust her pussy forward.

Then he licked them, sucked on them into his mouth like tiny ball sacs, drawing them into his mouth with building frenzy, tasting her gushed love juices and his own gism as they became one.

She let out a sudden groan.

"Ohhhh, baby!"

She bucked against his tongue in a fucking motion and so he fucked her greedily with his hardened tongue until she came again in shudders that rippled down her body, moaning sounds that were sweet as honey in the throes of her final coming. He had lost count of the number of orgasms she had enjoyed, and felt a rush of something like a wave of emotion rising from within him, knowing the pleasure he had given her.

He crawled up to her mouth and kissed her, returning the tastes of their love juices to her lips. She could only smile and groan as they kissed passionately, their lovemaking was over for now.

He whispered to her as he held her close.

"I love you Kakoli, you goddess of lust."

For just a second, a smile flickered across her countenance, as if for once she would take the compliment into her heart. She smiled and playfully slapped his shoulder.

Next day, the two families returned, and the life went on as usual. After two days, Pawan Kumar was busy with his work in his cabin, then his telephone started ringing. He received the call, "Hello! Pawan Kumar speaking."

A sweet voice of a girl was heard from other side, "Good Afternoon, Uncle. This is Sonali. How are you?"

"What's a surprise! Sonali, on that day, suddenly you left me before I wake up from the bed. Did you enjoy our fucking?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Very much, Uncle. I will forever remember the night in my life, I will cherish the memory throughout my life. I am still in my fertile period, and my marriage is going to be held after 5 days. I once again want to be fucked by you. I think, I must be carrying your baby by this time by your random fucking that night, if not, I again want to take a chance, fucked by you. You see, now I cannot leave my house as all my relations and relatives have reached our residence. Now our residence is crowded with them as some kind of pre-marriage ceremony is being celebrated in our house. Kakoli will be bride's maid, and she will be staying with me till the end of marriage reception party. I will invite Kakoli's family, Manasi Aunty's family, and specially you to attend the marriage reception party. My future husband is a business man in USA. Before leaving India with my husband, I want a last fuck by you on marriage reception party, and want to be impregnated by you if not then now. It will be thrilling experience for me to be fucked by you in presence of my parents and entire guests there," said Sonali.

Pawan Kumar thought this girl might have gone crazy in her mind. She must be a nut.

Pawan Kumar asked, "How would that be possible?"

Sonali replied, "Don't worry, Uncle. I have my plans which will be briefed by Kakoli to you. Bye...Uncle with a sweet kiss from me."

"My God, this girl is a sex crazy" thought Pawan Kumar.

Kakoli had a detailed discussion with her best friend Sonali. In the evening, when Pawan Kumar returned to his flat, Kakoli apprised him of all the detailed plan.

Sonali was daughter of a very wealthy business man. After a week, her marriage ceremony took place in her palatial house. The bride and groom tied the knot on auspicious day. Sonali's husband was a young man of 25 years, tall and handsome, an NRI (Non-Resident Indian) settled in USA, belonged to a very rich family. After nuptials, parents of the bride and groom jointly decided to host a grand reception Dinner party in a luxurious 5-star Hotel next day. Kakoli being the bride's maid was present throughout the marriage ceremony of Sonali.

On the scheduled day, all the family members of two families along with Pawan Kumar reached the venue in evening. Pawan Kumar was in his best dress. The venue was in a big hall of the 5-star luxurious Hotel. After reaching there, the parents of Sonali welcomed them. Pawan Kumar moved towards the centre of attraction where bride and groom were sitting.

A pandal(platform) was raised in the beginning of the hall. It was decorated with lights and flowers. Two thrones like big cushions were put there. Sonali and her newlywed husband were sitting there. Sonali was in her red banarasi silk saree with all gold ornaments in her body was looking like a gorgeous queen. Her husband was also looking best and smart beau with his suit and shirt. Kakoli being the bride's maid was sitting close to Sonali. The face of both bride and groom along with the surrounding area was glazing with flash lights of camera men.

Pawan Kumar moved towards them. He presented a bouquet to the newlywed couple, and wished them. Both Sonali and Kakoli glanced at him in meaningful eyes. Pawan Kumar left them and moved to the other parts of the hall. The party was going on full swing. In one corner of the hall, a stage was formed where the singers and musicians were playing and performing soft and sweet songs with music. Just near them, there was a dance floor where people including couples were dancing in the tune of singers and musicians.

The dinner was arranged in a buffet manner in the middle of the hall, full of varieties of Indian cuisine. He could see the guests in queue near the buffet, being served dinner by uniformed men. Then he looked towards far corner where a bar was formed for cocktail. He went there, and ordered for a peg of whisky. He was enjoying the party with pegs of whisky and soft music. There were around 500 nos of guests moving around the hall, no doubt a huge crowd gathering there.

Pawan Kumar was enjoying himself in this manner. After half an hour, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and found Kakoli near him.

She whispered, "Uncle, you go near to Lady's Toilet which is situated just outside at the far end of this hall, and wait there un noticed. I am accompanying Sonali to lady's toilet with a plea of her temporary refreshment and relieving her bladder. Nobody will doubt."

Immediately, Pawan Kumar rushed towards the lady's toilet. He found a suitable place, a pillar just in front of the toilet which was dark. He hid behind the pillar from where he could watch everybody getting in to toilet but nobody could notice him. He could see the female guest frequently getting in and out of the toilet. So, he waited. And waited. And waited. After a long waiting, from distance he could see Sonali and Kakoli were approaching Ladies toilet. After reaching, Kakoli's eyes were searching for him. He came out from his hiding place, and both of them saw him. Kakoli signed him to stay in his hiding place before investigating anybody in the toilet.

Two different women had come out of the restroom and then Sonali entered. Kakoli was still in outside guarding. Since Sonali being alone inside the toilet, Kakoli gave him a green signal to enter the rest room. Kakoli was standing outside the toilet, guarding near the door. Without wasting time, before seeing by anybody, Pawan Kumar virtually ran and reached near the toilet. He was sweating pretty heavily due to nervousness. Eventually, the door creaked open. Sonali pulled him by her arm from inside into the bathroom, then locking the door behind her. "Sorry, I had to make sure we were alone," she said, kissing his neck.

Sonali pushed him against the wall and started unzipping his pants while falling to her knees. She reached through the hole in his boxers, grabbing his semi-erect cock. As she pulled it through and continued to stroke, her hand had a harder time fitting all the way around it.

"It just keeps getting bigger," she chuckled, leaning closer. "I don't know if I can fit all of this in my mouth..." She licked her lips and grabbed the base of his cock, slowly massaging the tip with her tongue.

After a couple of minutes, Pawan Kumar helped her up to her feet. "Come here," he said, slapping her ass and pulling her towards him. "Turn around." he lifted her bridal saree along with petticoat simultaneously, and pulled her lace underwear down to her knees. The tip of his dick was still glistening with the saliva of her and her pussy was so wet that he could feel it through her panties.

As soon as he rubbed his dick against her clit, she shook. He did it again; softer, longer. She began panting. "Put it in, please!" she breathed. He had never been with someone so tight. Once his dick was starting to go in, she immediately pushed it out. "A little slower," she said. "Your cock is monstrous one, very big" So, he went to insert himself again, softer this time.

Just as he had never been with a girl who was so tight, in spite of fucking her three times in that night, and made the passage of her cunt clear. He had never been with a girl who made this kind of sounds. She was so high-pitched in euphoria that it only made his cock harder. He didn't want to stain his pants, so he undid his belt and pulled his pants down while he was still inside of her. It didn't take long for Sonali to get comfortable, so when she told him to go harder, he happily obliged.

"Oh... fuck me," she moaned. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

Pawan Kumar was now sweating. He was gripping the inside of her right thigh so hard that it was beginning to leave a mark. He unlatched from her leg to give her a smack on the ass. "Harder!" she demanded. "I don't want anyone outside to hear," he said, without breaking stride. Pawan Kumar was giving hard strokes, and his cock was moving easily due to lubrication mixed of her cunt juice and saliva. She was moaning, "Ohhhhh...fuckkkkkk...fuckkk meeee."

She leaned over, "Now — harder," she said.

Suddenly, Pawan Kumar felt his cock was in grip of tight muscles of her cunt, the cunt muscles were so tightened around his cock as if to crush his cock. He realised that Sonali was in verge of cumming.

Then Sonali screamed in such a high-pitched voice that her voice was resounded in the toilet even could be heard outside, "Aaaaahhhhh...fuckkkkk meeee...harder...give me your seeds...make me pregnant with your baby...Aaahhhhhhh...ohhhhh...I am cumminnngggggg."

Pawan Kumar also could not control himself, he cupped the back of her neck and closed his eyes, his muscles tightening as he was starting to cum. Pawan Kumar gripped the side of hip again before giving a slap that left a giant red handprint on her right butt cheek. "I'm going to cum," he breathed, heavily

Just as he was about to cum, she gripped his ass with her fingers and dug her nails in. His body started to have spasms as the volcano erupted and molten lava was flowing inside her cunt. He also cried, and screamed," Fuckkkkkkkk...you...ohhhhhhhh...you young slut, take my seeds in your ovary...ohhhh...fuckkk youuu."

His cock was spraying thick globs of semen inside her cunt in interval of seconds uninterruptedly that inside of her cunt was overflooded with his semen, and ultimately finding no way they were dribbling from her cunt and falling on the floor of toilet.

Suddenly, they heard the angry voice of Kakoli from outside. She was barking, "Stop screaming, you two fools, your voices are clearly coming outside, and yours voices can attract people this side. Be...hurry! Finish quickly."

He withdrew his cock from her cunt with a plop sound. She noticed still the small stream of remaining cum was coming out of his pee hole.

"Wait," she said. "I want to clean the cum of your cock first."

She went back down on her knees, admiring his cock, which was semi hard, now drenched with her pussy juice. She opened her mouth wide, fitting as much of him into her mouth as she could before slowly retreating her mouth back up the shaft of his cock. She gulped the remaining cum of his cock, and released him from her mouth.

When he was finished, she looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth, almost as if her eyes were saying, "All done?" She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, savouring every last lick in the process. Grabbing his cock, she looked into his eyes. "Kakoli was right," she said, "I cannot get another chance to be fucked by world's best cock. Love you Uncle, wish God may give another chance to be fucked by you, but I am going to carry your baby this time."

They cleaned the floor with toilet papers.

After few weeks, the process of marriage of Kakoli started in the house hold. Kakoli's father had already reached, and initiated the process to gear up. It was the second marriage ceremony in the households, first Tapan (son of Manasi), now Kakoli (Eldest daughter of Rupa). It was decided that the marriage ceremony will take place in the community hall of the Apartment. All the occupants of the Apartment (Flats of all floors) were invited to attend the ceremony. The auspicious time for marriage was fixed during day time, so the groom Biswajit arrived with his family members, his parents, Mrs.Rakhi Majumdar & Mr. Sujit Majumdar, his youngest sister, Moushumi, and other relatives for the wedding in after noon. They were all greeted by the bride's family, Kakoli's parents and Pawan Kumar. Biswajit, the groom was in traditional marriage outfit of embroidery kurta and dhoti with turban on his head. The bride's mother (Rupa) then performed a welcoming ritual and led the groom to the Mandap (a decorated four pillared canopy, the wedding altar). The wedding ceremony began by offering a prayer to Lord Ganesh. Within a short period, the wedding ceremony started. Until than soft drinks along with starters were served to the guests. Pawan Kumar was personally supervising everything.

The bride (Kakoli) was escorted down the aisle to the Mandap by her maternal uncles. Upon arrival, Kakoli's father took her hand and led her into the Mandap. Kakoli's bridal outfit consisted of a red silk saree heavily embroidered with gold thread. The red sari was to signify fertility. She accessorizes with traditional ornate gold jewellery. The couple were separated by the Antarpat (curtain), which was lowered once the Panditjee (Priest) invoked a prayer for the couple. Then Kakoli (the bride) sat beside Biswajit (the groom) and the priest started chanting sacred mantras(hymns). After chanting some hymns by the priest, the couple exchanged fresh flower garlands, signifying the acceptance of one another and to pledge their respect for one another as partners in life.

Then, the couple circled the holy fire four times with their wedding scarves tied together. The Mangal Sutra was a sacred necklace made from black beads that the groom (Biswajit) tied around the bride's (Kakoli) neck. This symbolized their marriage. The groom then applied Sindoor(vermilion) in the centre parting of the bride's hair as a promise to fulfil her every wish. Lastly, the couple exchanged wedding rings.

The Wedding ceremony had now concluded and the priest, along with parents and elders of the couple's families including Pawan Kumar offered them blessings for a long and happy married life. The couple bent down to touch the feet of the priest and their family elders to seek blessings. By evening, the rituals of wedding were over.

The marriage ceremony ended and, next post the wedding, the reception began with grand gala evening dinner which was arranged in the community hall.

In the evening, Kakoli and Biswajit, the newlywed couple were sitting in two thrones like cushions on the pendal(platform). Several guests and Invitees reached there to offer blessings to the newlywed couple.

The food was displayed in buffet style with waiters at hand to serve. Different types of cuisine with many varieties of foods, drinks, and wonderful desserts were being served to the guests. Guests were served an array of amazing curry dishes and fresh tropical fruits and vegetables all prepared with a spicy twist. People were queuing in line near buffet, and were enjoying delicious food and drink. There was a crowd of around 600 to 700 nos of people, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and joy.

Pawan Kumar was in his best dress, with newly tailored suits and shirt which fitted his body perfectly, looking younger. He was moving here and there to supervise the things and to look after the problems of guests. All the ladies and girls of the households, Manasi, Rupa (Bride's mother), Tapasi and Debashree were in new sarees and dresses. Tapan was unable to attend the ceremony as his wife Aprajita was pregnant.

Then Pawan Kumar noticed Mrs.Rakhi Majumdar, mother of the groom and mother-in-law of Kakoli, aged 44 years, and her married young daughter Moushumi were sitting at some distance, and taking dinner. Since they were special guest being the mother and sister of the groom, Pawan Kumar moved towards them.

Both mother and daughter smiled at him. Mrs.Rakhi's beautiful, exuberant, and confident smiling mixed with happy, joyous, and sexy sizzling image was exuding and flaunting her beauty and feminine sexuality during her son's wedding ceremonies. She was like a Beauty Queen. She was wearing rich pure silk gold Zari border silk saris low hip and backless blouse. She was adorned with elaborate heavy gold and diamond jewellery from head to toe, showing off her beautiful curvaceous sexy sizzling sensuous body. Her wide expressive large eyes had kajal(kohl) lined, she had heavy extra-large, big bouncing conical huge firm, provocatively swinging mountainous full breasts with firm large erect nipples extending out of her lean frame, she had thin taut lean midriff, and jasmine flower threads adorned thick silky thigh length long braid.

She was undoubtedly a beautiful and sexy sensuous woman exuding feminine grace, epitome of sensuality, and the height of prime sexuality. Pawan Kumar got a hardness in his cock.

"Madam, Is everything alright?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Excellent! You people have made every arrangement in a nice way. We are very much happy to be here," she replied in an appreciating tone with a smile.

"Thank you, madam, if you face any problem, please inform me without any hesitation, we are at your disposal," replied Pawan Kumar.

Mrs.Rakhi made an excuse and went towards the buffet with her empty plate to fetch some more dishes. Pawan Kumar looked towards Moushumi, the young married daughter (sister-in-law of Kakoli). She was only 20 years, and looking like a college going girl as she was married just 6 months before. Pawan Kumar thought such a young girl even not fucked properly by her husband. He observed her keenly. She had radiant glowing skin, beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, natural arch shaped curvaceous well defined eye brows, large expressive eyes, thick black long natural eyelashes, and full wide juicy wide thick pouting lips. She had jet-black long wavy very thick voluminous smooth hip length hair arranged into a bewitching thick braid decorated with jasmine flowers moving jauntily. Her braid looks heavy and thick on her slender frame. She had big round firm breasts, thin midriff, taunt waist, and long legs. Her stomach was flat and her curves were well defined and taut. Her breasts were large, globular, firm, conical and outstanding. Her hips and butt were enormous and tight. She had a perfect large pure body with measurements of 34-26-38.

His erection grew harder like a rock.

"So, Moushumi, are you enjoying your dinner?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Yes, Uncle, all the items of food are very delicious," she replied.

She was taking a rasogolla (a kind of sweet) in her mouth, and then suddenly she stood up and tried to take the water bottle which was in the corner of the table. In the process, her pallu got slipped from her shoulder exposing her full erected breasts and fell on the ground. The pallu accidentally fastened her left leg, and she stumbled upon it. To escape from falling, she bent towards Pawan Kumar who was standing beside her by holding his shoulder in her right hand. Accidentally, her lips touched in the lips of Pawan Kumar in such a force that, his lips were wide opened, and the hot tongue of Moushumi was inserted inside his mouth. Pawan Kumar could taste the sweetness of small piece of Rasogolla mixed with her saliva transferred from her mouth. Due to sudden jerk, when she held his shoulder, Pawan Kumar's both hands cupped her two breasts for balance, and her left hand slipped in to his crotch, gripped the massive cock. Everything happened within a fraction of seconds. Both of them realised that it was an accident but by then a sexual current had already passed through their bodies. The two hands of Pawan Kumar had already felt the smoothness of her two breasts with hard nipples. Since her tongue was inside the mouth of Pawan Kumar, without wasting time, Pawan Kumar sucked her tongue as if accidentally, and there was a heavy exchange of their saliva between their mouths which they gulped down. Moushumi's experience was horrible. She felt as if she had caught a thick and long iron piston in her hand, and she could assess that her husband's cock would be less than half of this giant cock.

Immediately, both of them came in to consciousness. Moushumi said, "Uncle, sorry!"

"It's ok," said Pawan Kumar, and left in order to escape from further embarrassment from both sides.

Payal also was invited to the ceremony. Since she was unable to move due to her swollen womb, she was sitting on a chair, and was taking her dinner. Pawan Kumar came nearer to her, and sat on a chair beside her.

"How are you Payal?" he asked.

"I am fine my husband" she smiled and replied.

"How about our baby?" Pawan Kumar asked.

"Your baby is moving inside my womb," she replied.

"This weekend, I am going to spend some time with you, I will be staying overnight with you. Take my word, we will have a son," he stressed his words.

"My dear husband, I will be waiting eagerly for you. You know, Aprajita is also pregnant," she said.

Pawan Kumar feigned innocence, and said, "What's a coincidence, both mother and daughter are pregnant."

Then he noticed Rimi, the 18 years young, bubbly and beautiful youngest sister of groom, who was standing at the far corner, and most probably she was searching for something. As she was a guest and stranger to this place, Pawan Kumar proceeded towards her. She was wearing a pink coloured wedding dress of Lehenga Choli (a form of full ankle-length skirt worn by women from the Indian subcontinent which is long, embroidered and pleated. It is worn as the bottom portion of a Choli which is secured at the waist and leaves the lower back and midriff bare)

Ohh...my god what a sexy chick she was Pawan Kumar thought as he approached nearer her, and he observed she tied the lehenga so low on the waist, that about six inches of smooth and exposed flesh below her navel which was visible to everyone. Pawan Kumar's attention went straight to her deep and wide navel. The lehenga exposed her glowing hip bones on both sides, showing all the minute curves and depths of her lower abdomen. The slight paunch was looking sexy, showing off its crease way below her navel.

When looked from the back, one could easily see her smooth mounds of ass cheeks with a small hint of the dark crease in the middle. She was wearing six-inch high heels and extremely bold lehenga, and she was looking like an actress who had come to a wedding. The young boys in their teens kept coming near to her on some pretext and kept ogling at her body. Even the men couldn't resist showing off their lecherous gazes. They kept staring at her. She was tired of all these ogling and was feeling suffocated. When she saw Pawan Kumar coming towards her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hiii...Uncle!" she greeted and waved at him with smile showing her pearl white coloured prominent teeth between her two rosy coloured thick lascivious lips.

"Dear, any problem?" asked Pawan Kumar.

She stammered," Ahhhmmm...actually, I am a stranger here, don't know anybody...I am searching for chocolate and ice cream."

"Come with me," he led her to the stall of chocolate and ice-cream. She was served a cup of chocolate and ice cream. Pawan Kumar led her to the dark corner of the place where a table with two chairs were placed. They sat there. She started taking the contents from the cup with a spoon.

Pawan Kumar said," You must be feeling bored and friendless here being a new place."

She smiled to hide the truth, "Not exactly."

"What's are you doing?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"I have just admitted myself in graduations this year," she replied.

"Don't you have any boyfriend? "asked Pawan Kumar.

She smiled, and replied, "As on date...no as I am not serious."

Her choli was so small that it barely covered her big breasts. In fact, it revealed more than it concealed. The boobs were spilling over at the top and were showing from both sides. Pawan Kumar thought It didn't look like she was attending a conservative wedding, but she was behaving like she had come to an MTV award function and that she was on the red carpet.

She was aware that Pawan Kumar was ogling at her breasts, she did not react, and just smiled.

Pawan Kumar dared to say her," Rimi, really you look very beautiful and sexy."

She replied in a seductive smile," Really! Uncle, I think you are flirting me."

"Not at all, if I want also, I cannot flirt you as I am an old man. Further being a young girl, you will flirt young men. Why should you care an old man like me," smilingly replied Pawan Kumar?

"No, Uncle, I know old man are sexier than young man as they are experienced," she said, and stared at him intently.

Next day morning was the ceremony of Bidai (bidding farewell to bride).) It was a ritual of bride bidding farewell to her family and leaving of her maternal home. Literally, it was a 'Goodbye' to Kakoli. The last ritual of the wedding, this ceremony marked the end of Kakoli's life as a daughter and established her new role as a wife and daughter-in-law.

All the relatives and friends gave the bride (Kakoli) a teary-eyed farewell, everybody was crying. Her parents were crying a lot as she was going to Chennai, to the house of her In-laws as a new daughter-in-law with her husband to start a new life. Before departure, both the bride and groom touched the feet of elders to seek their blessings. Kakoli after touching the feet of her parents, came forward to Pawan Kumar to touch his feet. Pawan Kumar blessed her, embraced her, and kissed on her forehead, and whispered, "Kakoli, God bless you, take care of our baby."

Then came Moushumi, touched the feet of Pawan Kumar, and whispered, "Uncle, really sorry for the accident of last night."

Pawan Kumar replied, "It was a harmless sweet accident." And kissed her on her forehead.

Then lastly, Rimi, the pretty young girl came, and touched his feet. Pawan Kumar whispered, "Someday, we should meet."

"Sure, Uncle," she said in a husky voice, and smiled seductively after giving him a flying kiss.

Six months have passed since Kakoli's marriage. It was evening. Pawan Kumar was sitting on the sofa in hall, and was sipping his coffee. Now a days, after dinner, he used to find his flat deserted in night. He was so accustomed with occupants(women)in the spare room of his flat whom he used to fuck almost every night that the sudden disappearance of all women during 5 years and now hurt him. First Madhu and Ritu, then Aprajita, now Kakoli, everybody left, he was feeling a loneliness. Fucking was not a problem for Pawan Kumar, only he was missing his ladies in night. Both Kavita and Paro (wife of Santosh) had a vasectomy operation, so there was no fear of getting pregnancies to them. During absence of Kavita's husband, he would fuck Kavita, and sometimes in weekend, he would visit Paro, and fuck her random in front of her husband. He would also visit Payal, but Pawan Kumar would not fuck Payal as she was pregnant, but he would eat her pussy so that she could fulfil her sexual urge, and Payal would suck his cock as she was a good cock sucker. Then for a change, sometime, he would fuck Savita, the ugly sweeper in the rest room of bank as she would demand more babies from him. Now, Manasi's daughter-in-law and Rupa's eldest daughter were already pregnant by him, and expecting their babies.​