Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

Manasi remembered how Pawan Kumar had started for Railway station amidst heavy rain in the afternoon for his journey to Visakhapatnam. When she went to bed, it was raining. It had still been raining when she woke up the next morning. The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the streets of the area into muddy waters.

It was morning, Tapasi glanced down below from the bedroom window, she could see the rain beads up on the cars, upon each leaf, and she held her bare arm out of the window through the railings, the droplets splattered on her outstretched fingers, washing her outstretched fingers. Soon they would pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun.

As Debashree uncovered her eyes from underneath the covers, she heard the gentle tapping of raindrops against her bedroom window. She got up and rubbed her knuckles onto her eyes. She made herself a hot cup of coffee, took a book and she plopped herself down on the couch right underneath her window. Seeing the drops trickle down her window brought a sense of calmness within her. This was the time she could be alone and be herself. She read away and let every moment sink in as it was not going to last forever. She retreated leaving the window open, this way she could hear the steady drumming all the louder while she turned age-worn pages of a long-forgotten book. She was remembering her mom (Rupa) she was missing her, it had been quite a long time she had gone to Chennai to be with Kakoli Didi (her elder sister). At least she got good news of becoming an aunt (Kakoli had a son recently). Yesterday Pawan Uncle had started for Chennai, and on his return, he would bring some further news of her mom and elder sister. Although she was alone in her flat, she never felt loneliness as her best friend Tapasi was always with her, and Manasi Aunty was providing breakfast to dinner to her.

Tapasi heard the creak of the door. Tapasi glanced backward. Manasi entered with a cup of hot coffee.

"Good morning, Mom," she greeted.

"Good morning," Manasi also greeted back.

"So, dear, what's the planning of both of you? Since it is raining heavily outside, I don't think, you both should go to college today. You should have a rainy day," said Manasi.

"No mom, what should we do the whole day here? Our college is walkable distance from here, once the rain recedes, we will go to college," replied Tapasi.

"OK, as you wish, but don't blame me if you both get drenched yourselves in rain and catch cold," replied Manasi.

"You know, Payal Aunty is not well nowadays as she is in her stage of pregnancy. Nobody is there to look after her as she is alone. Your Pawan Uncle was on his way to Visakhapatnam yesterday, most probably by this time, he must be reaching to Visakhapatnam. I have hired a taxi, after one hour, I will be going to your Payal Aunty, and I will be returning in the evening," said Manasi.

"OK, mom,' she replied.

Tapasi got up and moved towards the flat of Debashree. Debashree opened the door, and both the friends embraced each other tightly after greetings.

"Have you heard the rain this morning? It's crazy! Those drops are bigger than hailstones and coming down just as hard. It's almost as if the drops are striking your eardrums, right?" said Tapasi.

"I like it; I find it soothing. Anyhow, it's just you, me and the rain. look at that water on the street. Come over to the window, you'll see it way better. It's a shallow river over the tarmac, we get that so much. Did I say it's a temperate rainforest here? "said Debashree.

After one hour, the heavy rain was slightly decreased, and it was drizzling now. Manasi had already started for Payal's residence by hired taxi. Now, both the girls were ready for their college. With their umbrellas, within 15 minutes, they reached the college on foot.

Most of the girls were drenched due to rain. The first class was not started yet due to the absence of the Teacher. The murmuring amongst the girl turned into loud voices in the classroom. A large number of the thin stream of water was flowing in the classroom due to keeping of umbrellas by the students. Debashree and Tapasi sat on the bench in the 6th row of the classroom. They couldn't find Mona who was always sitting with them on the bench.

They had no much closer friends except Mona. Mona was the daughter of a high cadre Army Officer. Her mother was a Doctor, her parents being wealthy, she was given unrestricted freedom by her parents. She was very liberal in her thought. Money was not a problem for her, and God knew what affinities she had with these two girls, she had become a close friend of Debashree and Tapasi, she would sit with them throughout the classes. She would not hesitate to spend money after them, she would present them with costly gifts. But the most shocking factor was that under her influence, these two simple girls had become wayward adolescents. Their habitually associating with this immoral girl made them turning away from what was right or proper. Mona would steal way Vodka bottle from her Papa's liquor cabinet, she would always find it easy to access alcohol when it was readily available in her home and three of them would sneak away from college during leisure classes to the Apartment of Debashree and Tapasi which was a walkable distance from the college.

Since Vodka was colorless and there would be no smell, they would take drinks and involve in lesbian activities in Pawan Kumar's flat of course in absence of Manasi. But the irony of the fact was that these three girls were very good in their academics. They would always be in the best tenth in every exam of the college. Even in debate competitions, Essay writing competitions, or be it in Eloquence competitions of college, they would be the topper, second and third in college. Because of this only, Pawan Kumar loved Debashree and Tapasi more than his daughters, he had a high opinion towards these two girls, further these two girls aged 19 years of Manasi and Rupa were the youngest girls and Apple of the eye of their families, very close to Pawan Kumar also. These girls regarded Pawan Kumar as their father than their real fathers because he had nourished them from their teen ages.

Then they saw Mona moving towards them with a smile, greeted them, and sat on the bench. She was partially drenched in her dress.

Mona whispered, "Come on you two. With many difficulties, I have brought the thing for you. We would better get going to the Toilet."

Mona turned to the door. Debashree and Tapasi picked up their bags and made to follow her. Inside the Toilet, Mona handed over them the bottle of Vodka wrapped carefully in black polythene. Debashree immediately kept it in her bag before anybody approaching the Toilet. Then three of them returned to the classroom and three of them sat on the bench for a moment without saying anything.

Then Mona gave a long sigh and said, "Well, you two enjoy that one on this rainy day."

"Be quiet, my sweet," giggled Tapasi taking Mona's arm.

Then there was a hushed silence in the classroom. The girls stopped their murmuring and talking. Mrs. Ghosh, the math teacher entered the classroom. The rain had already picked up its speed outside. Mrs. Ghosh started her class, and she started writing in blackboard with a chalk. Suddenly, the Thunderstorm had raged over the area near college. In the Maths class, Mrs. Ghosh had to almost shout to be heard above the noise of the Thunder, and every so often an enormous fork of Lightning would light up the classroom, and the lights would flicker.

Debashree and Tapasi looked at each other as they sat together at their desks.

"I do not know about you Tapasi, but I am getting a bit scared," Debashree whispered to her best friend.

"Me too," Tapasi replied as another bright fork of Lightning hit the Playing fields close by, and almost

instantaneously, the lights in the classroom went out, leaving the class in almost total darkness, as although it was just afternoon, it was so dark outside as a result of the storm.

"It is all right class, just remain seated, the emergency power will come in and we will be ok," Mrs. Ghosh, the math teacher called out.

After about 5 minutes, the classroom was still without lights, and Mrs. Ghosh, told the class to stay in their seats, while she went to investigate. About 15 minutes later she returned and informed the class that the college Emergency generator had failed and that the college was closing for the day.

"We are for walking home Mona," Debashree said.

"Me too, if I get wet, I can get dried at my house, Bye you two, "said Mona, and picked up her bag and left from the classroom.

They observed one by one, the girls inside the classroom started to leave.

"The rain has stopped. Debashree, let us move from here," said Tapasi.

They moved outside of the classroom, crossed the main entrance of the college. It began to drizzle. They opened their umbrellas.

By now the sky was getting darker, and it was very humid. Then all of sudden, again there was the rumble of thunder - Boom! The girls screamed in excitement. The wind blustered and the rain pattered on their umbrellas. Then there was a heavy blow of cold wind with such a force that both the umbrellas of their got upturned and three/four numbers of stretchers got broken and the umbrellas were now worthless. They could sense the fun they would have by getting wet in the rain. Soon the dense dark clouds covered the vast blue sky and it started pouring heavily, and soon it was raining 'cats and dogs'. With a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning, the rain came pelting down. As if in reply to their thoughts the rain came down. They wanted to run for it but their heavy bookbags discouraged them from doing so. The girls were quite a distance from home and got drenched in the rain.

Drenching in rain was enjoyable. The sound of falling rain was pleasing to the ears. In a short while, they were drenched from head to toes. It was refreshing to go out in the cool air. Instead of feeling miserable, they were enjoying it. The feeling of cool water running down their wet body was quite pleasant. Small water puddles started forming on the road. Flashes of lightning were seen across heaven. Debashree told her friend to move away from the trees since she had learned that it was dangerous to be near a tree when there were lightning and thunder. It was raining very heavily and soon there was waterlogging on the streets. The water reached up to their ankles. It was great fun to wade through the rainwater. Traffic came to a halt. People were seen walking with their umbrellas and raincoats.

It was still afternoon when the clouds gave of their rain to the grass and trees when the road became alive with more splashes than her eyes could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. Debashree felt each splash that touched her skin, watched her drenched kameez stuck tightly to her body becoming a second skin to her body. It was as if earlier the street had been a matt photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page.

They crossed the park on the way.

As millions of droplets fell from a limitless sky, the wind howled in a low pitch and the flora of the park was swaying in a freeform dance. Icy cold water, perfect spheres, touched Tapasi's skin. The aroma of rain, sharp and fresh, entered her nostrils as she breathed. Tapasi was walking amongst the greenery, every moment bringing a sense of joy. Tapasi loved the rain, everything about rain. The whispering hum as sheets of precipitation plummeted to the water-forsaken ground, the often-unanticipated flashes of lightning or the rolls of ominous thunder. She loved it all. Those facts were what truly created, in her opinion, a perfect rainy atmosphere

Debashree heard the quenching rain. The percussion of the given water varied according to the surface was wetted. There soft maracas that were the music of the grass. The triangles were the puddles, a high note to pick up the mood, to sing of the joy of the plants upon such a day.

Debashree's speed bringing the cold rain into her face harder while she was walking. Her salwar and kameez gave up on keeping her body dry a while ago and now her trunk was as wet as her legs.

The girls managed to reach their home as it was the nearest.

The two girls walked home from college in a thundering downpour, and long before they reached their Apartment they were soaked through.

When they arrived at Home, Debashree said," let us go up to Pawan Uncle's flat into the bathroom and get dried off, there are plenty of towels and we can put on some of our clothes there,"

"Ok," replied Tapasi.

They ran into Pawan Kumar's flat and into the Bathroom.

"Hey, Tapasi, before stripping off, let us first take two pegs of Vodka which Mona has given us as I feel cold due to rain, my whole body is drenched," said Debashree.

"You are right," said Tapasi, and prepared pegs of Vodka in two glasses.

Both of them gulped down two pegs of Vodka in two glasses in a swift movement.

The Bathroom was lovely and warm.

Debashree teased," I won't look if you are shy."

"Don't tease me like this as if we have not seen each other naked," Tapasi said and smiled.

"Yes, I know, but it is different when you are close up to another girl and she is stripping off and looking too sexy," said Debashree.

"I think it is you that is shy, Debashree," said Tapasi.

"Well, I am a bit, "replied Debashree.

"Why should you be, you are my best friend," said Tapasi.

"I suppose you are right," said Debashree.

Debashree stripped off her soaking salwar and unbuttoned her kameez and pulled it off. Then she undid her salwar and let it drop to the floor. Tapasi also peeled off her salwar and kameez and she was standing in her bra and panties which were wet too. Reaching behind Debashree, she unclipped her bra and pulled it off letting her tight firm little tits swing free.

Debashree could see that Tapasi was watching her out of the corner of her eyes as Debashree too stripped of her remaining soaking panties from her body and became naked. Taking a deep breath, Tapasi slipped off her bra and stood naked in front of the friend. Debashree took a towel from the rail and began to dry her body, just as Tapasi slipped off her little panties and began to dry her body.

Debashree felt herself getting horny as she looked at the lovely naked body of her friend, taking in her firm little tits capped with little pink nipples which looked as if they might be getting erect. This excited Debashree even more and she knew that if Tapasi was looking at her she would see that her nipples were fully hardened. Debashree admired her friend's slim waist and belly and her awesome tight little buttocks and her little fanny, covered in a nice little bush of black hair.

"Oh God I am going to have to say something or I will go mad," Debashree said to herself.

"I bet any boy would love to see you naked, you're so lovely," said Debashree.

Tapasi blushed as she toweled her naked body.

"I never really thought about it, anyway I bet they would get horny looking at you, as you are so cool

looking too," replied Tapasi.

"Thanks, but apart from you, and Mona, nobody has seen me naked," said Debashree.

"Tapasi," said Debashree.

"Yes," responded Tapasi.

"I love you; you know. It had been quite a long time we have not made love with each other. This rainy day is instigating me to do something with you," said Debashree.

"I know, I love you too. Today is the opportunity. We both are queens of this household now. Pawan Uncle is away, mom has gone to Payal aunty. We may not get a chance like this," said Tapasi.

"That is cool," Debashree said and gave her friend a sudden kiss on the cheek.

"That was nice, Debashree," whispered, Tapasi, her voice thick with emotion, her face flushed.

Without a word, Debashree slowly approached her friend, and taking her head in both hands, kissed her gently on her lips.

"Mmmmmmm, Debashree, I think I love you more than anything in this world, I am sorry a bit I just had to tell you as I have been going crazy after seeing you in drenched clothes, "said Tapasi.

Debashree nearly wept with joy.

"I feel the same. I have been in love with you for ages, darling," said Debashree.

"Oh Debashree, kiss me again, please, I want to feel your naked body close to mine," panted Tapasi.

The two young naked girls stood close together on the bathroom floor and slid their arms around each other and pulled themselves close. Each was aware of the hard-little nipples of the other pressing against the other.

Debashree kissed Tapasi full on the lips, sliding her tongue into the other girl's mouth, teasing her with her tongue, while at the same time her hands caressed her back and slowly moved down until she was holding on to Tapasi's firm buttocks.

"Oh, Debashree!" Tapasi purred as her body was overcome with a deep sexual longing for her friend. Never before had she felt so horny.

"Debashree!" suddenly Tapasi said," "I want to pee."

There was a bathing stool in the bathroom. Tapasi climbed onto it, squatted down on her haunches. Debashree kneeled in front of her and gave her labia a good licking.

"Give me a drink Tapasi, I promise not to spill a drop!" requested Debashree.

At this request, Tapasi let loose a very smelly early afternoon stream of deep yellow piss right down Debashree's wide-open mouth. Debashree swallowed and gulped, allowing only a little to dribble down her cheeks onto the floor of the bathroom. Tapasi's sparsely hair covered cunt was being held wide open by Debashree's fingers. When Tapasee's had pushed out the last drop,

Debashree got out under the shower. A few minutes later she returned, told Tapasee to squat down, while she climbed onto a stool.

Debashree started to pee. The hot yellow rain gushed out from her hole which sprayed Tapasee's breasts with her hot golden spray, and suddenly Tapasi put her hand on the running stream as a result the yellow water was splashed everywhere. Of course, Tapasi's hand made the pee spray everywhere but that was the fun of it. When Tapasi tried to remove her hand, Debashree grabbed it and kept it there. Then she kissed Tapasi while her hot piss splattered all over her.

Afterward, they had showered and went to bed having to make love for hours to quell their nasty erotic passion. That nasty erotic passion was just further sexual fuel for the action they wanted to conjure.

The two girls kissed on and on, exploring each other's mouths. Debashree slid her mouth from Tapasi's and kissed down her neck, and lower until she took one of her hard nipples in her mouth and began to suck it.

"Ohh Debashree, that is so good, Oh Yeah! So good!" Tapasi panted as her tits were sucked one at a time.

Debashree was desperate to feel Tapasi' hot fanny on her tongue and getting down on her knees she slid her hands around her friend's buttocks and pulling towards her, she placed her mouth at her open wet fanny and sliding her tongue between the wet swollen lips which she found was waiting for her.

"Oh, yesss, oh, ho, aha, mmmmmmmmmmm," Tapasi moaned as her clitty was tongued from every corner.

Debashree sucked and kissed on her lover's clitty and at the same time found her anus again and finding it relaxed, slid a finger deep within her arse.

"Mmmmmmm, Oh yeah, I'm cumming!!" panted Tapasi.

Debashree was completely naked and Tapasi's eyes locked on her bushy pussy. Debashree smiled, opened her legs, and traced her wet cunt with her fingertip. Tapasi moaned and beckoned for her to come closer. Debashree smiled and walked to the bed, and straddled her friend.

Debashree started to give her a lap dance and that made her cunt scream even louder. Tapasi latched on her friend's erecting tits and flicked her tongue in and out on her nipples. Debashree grabbed the back of her head and forced her hot mouth even harder on her tits. Tapasi licked, sucked and bit her nipples while she began to grind her pussy on her lap. Their moan filled the room, and Tapasi felt her crotch wet from the juices that dripped from her friend's cunt. Debashree shoved Tapasi on her back and moved up and now straddled her friend's face. Tapasi began to lick her cunt like a cat licks its paws. She licked and drew the puffy lips into her mouth and sucked them hard, then every few seconds she licked them with her tongue. Debashree moaned and moved her hips up and down on Tapasi's tongue.

"Oh Tapasi, oh fuck that feels so good. Oh, please don't stop, oh yeah! Oh, fuck you, eat my pussy! Right there, oh yes, oh please don't stop! Oh, fuck! Put your finger in, please? Oh yeah just like that! Oh yeah, baby! Oh fuck, I want to taste you too, oh please!" cried Debashree.

Debashree flipped around, took of Tapasi's fleshy legs, started to eat her pussy like an animal that was starved. She slipped her finger inside her cunt and fucked her just as her pussy got fucked. Both girls sucked and fucked each other till their orgasm took control. Both girls shivered as their cunts contracted on the other's fingers and both clits twitched in their mouths. Their chins and neck were wet from their juices and they both lapped it up like kittens. Their moans of pleasure filled the room as the final spasm swept through their bodies.

Debashree jumped up and walked to the kitchen room and brought a big strong red carrot. She made a hole on the top of the carrot. She picked out a long thin strap and made it passed through the hole. She fastened the strap tightly around her waist in such a way that it would not slip away. Now the carrot stayed exactly between her legs like an erect cock. She was looking like a boy with an erect cock. Debashree slipped the harness over her legs, and slid the carrot cock inside her cunt and buckled the straps. She pumped her tiny fist up and down on the carrot cock and walked back over to the bed.

Debashree climbed up and watched as Tapasi spread her legs wide open, then with her fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart. Debashree rammed the carrot cock all the way inside her cunt and she gasped and moaned. Debashree fucked her pussy hard and deep with the fake cock. Tapasi loved when Debashree fucked her with the fat red carrot cock, she fucked her hard and rough, just the way she liked it. She would bury it all the way inside then rotate her hips, making sure every wall of her cunt got the attention it deserved. Debashree reached her hand up under Tapasi's breasts and pinched her nipple until they started to turn purple. Tapasi bucked her hips and when her swollen clit hit the base of the carrot cock, she would grind herself on it as hard as she could.

"You are a great Inventor," moaned Tapasi.

Debashree's exploring hands found the crack between Tapasi's firm smooth cheeks and began to stroke up and down, and before long she felt Tapasi move her feet apart, and she slid a finger down deeper inside her cheeks and found her tight little arse hole. She gently rubbed it.

"Oh, yesss!" Tapasi sighed as her anus was rubbed by a hand other than her own.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she wanted Debashree to fuck her in her ass, she needed it! She opened her eyes, looked at her lover, and started to beg, "Fuck baby, please, please fuck me in my ass! Oh, baby please, I need it. That feels so fucking good. I want you to fuck me so hard that it hurts! I want you to pull my fucking hair and choke me, oh Debashree, oh fuck baby! please, please!"

"Get on all fours you fucking bitch. You beg like a bitch so now I will fuck you like one! Is that what you want? Huh, you little bitch? Yeah, you like that? Come bitch, tell me you want me to fuck you like a bitch, tell me you want me to make you my bitch! Now!" asked Debashree.

"I...I...I want you to make me your bitch! I want you to fuck me like one! I want that carrot cock buried all the way inside my ass, and I want you to fuck me, choke me and pull my hair, oh yeah baby, oh fuck, please? Please baby, ooohhh, pleeeease!" Tapasi cried.

Debashree pulled the carrot cock out and Tapasi got on her hands and knees. Debashree spat on her ass hole, grabbed her hips, and rammed all ten inches of the red cock deep inside her ass. Tapasi bit the pillow as her ass hole stretched around the shaft. Tears rolled down from her eyes onto pillow and Debashree began to thrust. She slapped her ass when the fake cock went in and then rubbed her clit when she pulled out.

Tapasi grunted and Debashree picked up the speed. She slammed in and out of her ass, then she reached up and yanked Tapasi's head up and back by her hair. Tapasi yelped out in shock and pain! Debashree laughed, slammed into her even harder then wrapped her hand around her neck. She tightened her grip and fucked her even harder.

Tapasi's face turned red and she felt her orgasm start to build. She nodded her head, and Debashree rammed the cock in and out fast and hard the let go of Tapasi's neck. Tapasi took in a deep breath and her orgasm consumed her! Debashree continued to fuck her and played with her clit, and Tapasi screamed as loud as she could! Her entire body shivered and she collapsed on the bed. Debashree pulled the carrot cock out, climbed her next to her, and lay down. She wiped Tapasi's hair out of her face, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. Then Debashree unfastened the carrot cock from her waist and licked, and cleaned the carrot with her tongue.

After a while, Tapasi got up, she fastened the strap of carrot cock tightly around her waist. Debashree was sprawled across the bed on her back. Tapasi raised her two legs wide and kept on her shoulder. Debashree opened her eyes. Tapasi knelt before her, widened her pussy cheeks, and put the carrot on her entry. Then Tapasi pushed a little, the carrot entered inside her cunt. Then Tapasi pushed it in a force, and more than half of the carrot was pushed inside her cunt. She started pumping and fucking her.

Debashree panted, "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh."

Pawan Kumar was dozing when he felt the touch of somebody's hand on his body. He opened his eyes.

"Sir, we are approaching Chennai Central," (Chennai Main Railway station) announced the Train Attendant.

Pawan Kumar got himself ready.

As the train entered the railway station, the train slowly stopped at Chennai Central. The time was 9.00 PM, night. The train stamped in. There were noise and commotions everywhere. There was a great rush at the doors of compartments. Many passengers got down and many more got in. Coolies were seen carrying heavy bundles of luggage on their heads. Children clung to their parents in the great rush. The whole platform was full of noise. Pawan Kumar noticed that there was a huge rush. There were a lot of people who were hurrying to catch their trains and little kids crying because of all the noise. It was a total commotion. A lot of people rushed towards the doors and Pawan Kumar managed to get outside by squeezing through people.

He soon reached the platform. The scene there was very interesting. Passengers were waiting eagerly for the arrival of the train. Some were sitting on benches and smoking or reading newspapers. A few were pacing up and down the platform. The vendors were having a busy time. There was a rush at tea-stall. The coolies in red uniforms were sitting in a line. Then he noticed Rakhi standing near the Tea stall.

She wore a sky-blue chiffon sari with matching blouse, matching bindi, and sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly around her body showing all her curves to their best advantage, the pallu (the upper end of the sari) was pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were very large but the right size for her physique. From the sindoor (Vermilion) in her hair, it was evident for the public that she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which enhanced the beauty of her swans like the neck, pearl tops, and a diamond ring on her fingers. With her great looks, she was looking marvelous. Few people glanced at her due to her beautiful personality. All her ornaments like a golden chain in her neck, red bangles, ear and nose piercing ring, silver anklets, toe ring, etc were usually looking amazing.

When she saw him, she waved her hand at him. Pawan Kumar approached nearer her.

"Your train is late by two hours," she said and smiled showing her glistening white teeth.

"Yes,' replied Pawan Kumar.

"Let us go outside, Taxi is waiting for us," said Rakhi.

Outside, they stepped inside the taxi in the back seat. The Taxi started to move. After a long time, the bodies of both touched each other, and both of them shivered and felt a new sensation. Pawan Kumar could notice her slightly swollen belly.

"Where is Mr. Sujit?" (Her husband) asked Pawan Kumar.

"He has been to Delhi, and he will be reaching here by flight tomorrow morning," she replied.

Then she put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered, "I am pregnant with your child."

"Is Mr. Sujit happy?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"He is very happy and proud as he thinks at this age, he has impregnated me. But we feel a little embarrassment as at this ripe age I have become pregnant once again when I have two big girls, one is (Moushumi) married and pregnant, and I have already a grandson (the newborn baby of Kakoli)," said Rakhi.

Then she asked, "How is my daughter?" (Moushumi)

"Your daughter, Moushumi, and her husband are fine. I stayed with them for two nights and enjoyed my Visakhapatnam trip. She is also pregnant like you," replied Pawan Kumar.

The taxi reached her residence. Both of them got out of the taxi. The Driver picked out the suitcase of Pawan Kumar from the trunk, backside of the taxi. Rakhi paid the fare, and the taxi left them. Both of them entered the house.

Rakhi arranged the room on the 1st floor, just adjunct to her bedroom for Pawan Kumar. Pawan Kumar took a bath and refreshed himself. Then there was a knock on the door, and Rakhi entered the room.

"Pawan, come to the dining hall. Dinner is ready," she said.

During dinner, Pawan Kumar asked, "Where is Rimi? I am not seeing her around."

He noticed the color of the face of Rakhi was changed suddenly.

"She is not well. She is in her room upstairs," Rakhi replied.

"Can I see her now?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"No, let her take rest, we will meet her tomorrow morning," replied Rakhi.

Pawan Kumar noted something odd in her voice. He anticipated some problems might be there which he thought he would dig out the next morning. Then he diverted his mind to dinner.

After dinner, both of them were sitting on the balcony of the 1st floor. The time was 11.30 PM, night.

"We are seeing each other after a long time," said Pawan Kumar, and moved a bit to be closer to her. His body touched her.

"Yes, your last trip to Chennai, and our visit to Pondicherry together made me pregnant," she said and laughed.

Pawan Kumar embraced her tightly and kissed her. While kissing, she probed her tongue inside his mouth and started sucking his tongue. Pawan Kumar's hand automatically groped her big boobs, and he started squeezing her breasts.

"My husband will reach Chennai from Delhi tomorrow morning, not before 7.00 AM, so why don't we sleep together in my bedroom, and wake up before the arrival of my husband," suggested Rakhi.

"That's a good idea," said Pawan Kumar.

"You are still in saree. Why didn't you change into nightdress?" he asked.

"Because, I want to remove every part of my clothes in front of you, and want to be completely naked with you," said Rakhi, "Let us go inside the bedroom."

She led him to the bedroom. She shuddered when Pawan Kumar turned towards her in a swift movement, and embraced her tightly, before she could speak, he clasping her firmly as their bodies melted, like old times...like the first time. She was very wet, and when Pawan Kumar took her in his arms, she started to melt and gave herself away completely to his debauchery of long and never-ending sex. Then she disengaged herself, and ran to the bed, sat with her downcast eyes like a new bride shying away from her groom in her first night.

He went near to her.

"Look at me, Rakhi," he commanded.

The sound of his voice sent a sharp shiver down her spine. She heard the words up-close as a pair of hairy white hands tugged at her wrists, and touched her chin. She lifted her face as if in a hypnotic trance, looked up at his handsome face.

"You have been thinking about me all these days after confirmation of pregnancy, haven't you?" Pawan Kumar scoured her face.

He had a handsome, slight bearded face. She confronted his intense, dark-rimmed eyes. Her throat was completely parched.

"Do you think I will forget such an attractive married woman in my life as you?" he continued unperturbed, securing his muscular around her shoulders and drawing her to him.

"Maybe we were husband and wife in our previous birth, and I wanted a baby from you in this birth," she suddenly blurted.

Pawan Kumar held up her chin, his steel black eyes penetrating her, "I have never been attracted to any married woman like you."

Then she disengaged herself and slowly walking towards the wood self on the wall, and picked out the whiskey bottle, and placed it on the wooden table.

"Your favorite drinks," she smiled.

She started to prepare two pegs in two glasses. Pawan Kumar moved closer to her, they cheered by clinking the glasses together.

Pawan Kumar was right by her side with his elbow nearly touching her left breast.

"There is something I must tell you, Rakhi," he murmured.

Rakhi drank the first sip, she was mesmerized by the mouth-the pattern of his lips.

"Rakhi, you are an extraordinarily beautiful woman, and you will have an extraordinary life. I can confirm now with a 100% guarantee that you will have a son from me. After this, you will have two daughters and two sons, a happy family life. But henceforth, don't get pregnant, tell your husband to abstain from sex. Occasionally, I will visit and fuck you with a condom," he said, slowly lifting a strand of hair near her left earlobe.

"In fact, my husband is unable to erect his cock due to the old age problem, and he is not interested in sex. Since, you made me pregnant, and to authenticate it, forcibly, I had to make him enter inside me with his flaccid cock and ejaculation. Now, he feels, he is a man enough to pregnant his wife at this age which he boasts before his friends now and then. He is very happy," said Rakhi.

Some of the drinks dribbling down her throat, flowing down her cleavage.

Pawan Kumar wiped the liquid away, his fingers lingering on her breast. He moved closer to her. He was bare-chested. His dark brown nipples were perfectly rounded. His sculpted chest covered in a dense crop of grey hair.

Outlining her collarbone with his fingertips, he murmured, "Did you finish your second peg?"

Rakhi's head lolled backward, her senses succumbing easily to the play of his fingers.

"I, I actually just finished," she licked her lower lip.

She was still wearing that sky-blue chiffon saree, he saw in Railway platform, bare feet, and a pink blouse. Her hair was tied up. Due to oversight, her saree was lifted to her knees which made her white naked legs and thighs looked burning hot.

Rakhi stood up and took away the bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the table.

Pawan Kumar could see the outline of her panties on her back. Her perfect apple bottom (size 38) couldn't be missed in this one piece. Her rosy red lips and the high pony was giving her a bold and ravishing look. Pawan Kumar quickly grabbed her and started kissing her madly. She started smooching him with the same passion. His hands slipped into her ass above the saree, and he kneaded her buttocks. He lifted her saree and petticoat simultaneously in front, and put his hand inside her panties and then to her pussy which was smoking and was very slippery.

Rakhi shivered, and without saying anything, she climbed on the bed and lay on her back.

"Pull down your saree lower...I want to feel your womb where my baby is growing," he resumed matter-of-factly, lowering his face, his breath temperate, his hand pushing itself down her navel.

Her breath quickened as his fingers reached for her navel, breathing in the scent of her moistness. Her head spun. Rakhi shivered, as she felt inside of her cunt moisten.

"Stay still, Rakhi...relax...now part your legs," he continued.

Pawan Kumar was on his knees now. With his right hand, he expertly loosened her petticoat strings. She wondered if he ever shaved as the bristles of his long unruly beard tickled her breasts, as he went on to undo her saree next, pulling it out of the loosened petticoat...from the sides, Pawan Kumar pulled the saree of her shoulders. She flicked her head slightly and lifted her chin. Pawan Kumar stared back at her and continued to undo the saree until he undraped her saree.

He lifted her petticoat high above her waist. His palm ran over her mon area over her thick bush of black pubic hair, and he felt the feathery touch of pubic hair. Pawan Kumar parted her thighs at once, slipping his left thumb inside her vagina, stroking her with his index finger insistently.

Rakhi convulsed, grabbing his back, her cunt lips opening and closing as he repeated the same movement...this time probing deeper. His continuous fingering with the wetness inside her cunt made a sound of "Fatch...fatch...fatch."

"Aah," Pawan Kumar groaned, his left hand slithering out, drenched in her juices.

He then took a deep breath to inhale her sweetness, licking some of it from between his fingers.

"You were so close, Rakhi," he muttered, running the same hand over her parted lips. "Do you know what this nectar feels like on your tongue? So sweet...so sultry..."

The raw scent of her soreness became one with the dense midnight air, like a raging forest fire that scorched everything in its path.

After a while, Rakhi got up from the bed and found Pawan Kumar knelt before her. Without a word, Rakhi stripped off his cotton shorts, taken aback at the redness of the bulbous head of his penis, at how tender it looked, even in this light, oozing a sticky secretion, its tip inflamed.

She moved closer to him. His gaze was drunken with a fierce potency as their limbs enter wined. He pushed her thighs forcefully apart, using only the back of his knee, guiding her hands onto his hard cock. A part of her was desperate to stroke his shaft, to feel him grow, to surrender at long last, melting on his dick. She slowly started stroking it.

"Your hands feel the same...oh Rakhiiii...," Pawan Kumar murmured passionately.

She pulled him over her breasts, wanting desperately to be taken. They were both hungry, his tongue insatiable-as were her fingers, picking up speed, before slipping back into a sedated, dizzying spell.

"Don't stop!" he commanded the moment Rakhi happened to slow down. His giant and thick manhood completely filled her palm sending another delicious thrill throughout her breasts and cunt.

"Touch me now, Rakhi," Pawan Kumar urged persuasively, nibbling at her earlobes.

All Rakhi could see his huge monster cock erect.

"I have been waiting for you for so long," he growled as she massaged his muscular thighs feverishly.

Thrusting Pawan Kumar's big dick inside her mouth, she started sucking. The sheer thrill of watching him the pleasure he was deriving from sucking made her more voluptuous as she ran down her tongue along with its girth. Watching him beg for more, made her feel no less than a Goddess herself! She licked harder at the tip, swallowing him deeper, till he pervaded her tonsils pressing furiously underneath as well.​