Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

It was another sensation for Pawan Kumar, a female was fucking him, riding him. After riding him for more than five minutes, Basani felt she was building up an orgasm, and after some moment, she reached her orgasm. Pawan Kumar felt the warm wetness of her orgasm on his cock the stream of which gradually was flowing on his pubic hair.

Pawan Kumar told Basanti to lie on the flat so that he could fuck her in a missionary position. Basanti climbed down from him.

Pawan Kumar called Sumati and told her to put his dick inside Basanti's pussy.

Sumati came forward and took his dick on to the opening of her pussy, she kissed him deeply and said, "Sahib, fuck her carefully. She is my favorite Bhabhi and her sexy pussy is all yours. Fuck her pussy with your dick with a strong push."

Pawan Kumar entered her completely, Basanti kept looking into his eyes and accepting her Sahib's big cock with complete pleasure in her orgasm flowing pussy. Then he started fucking her.

She was very highly turned on, "Hmm... hmmmm hmm... oh, ahh... ahh, fuck me, Sahib, this is your pussy now."

Pawan Kumar started stroking long push.

She was high with shouting, "Aahhhh... ahh... ahhhhh fuck me, please make me another cum."

Pawan Kumar was about to cum and tried to take the dick out of her but she pulled him and looking into his eyes and told him to cum inside her pussy.

Sumati said, "Please Sahib, you will always cum in her pussy only. it's your right now. She wants a baby from you."

"Fuck and flood my pussy with your semen... Fuck me hard, ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhh," Basanti moaned.

With that she came again and then Pawan Kumar also came with a loud groan, his semen spurted inside the cunt of Basanti. Pawan Kumar ejaculated his warm cum in her pussy. Aaahh, what a feeling ohhh ohhh that was amazing.

Sumati immediately jumped between her legs and started licking her pussy and slurping his cum out.

The room was smelling of hot steaming sex. All of them collapsed on the bed. Pawan Kumar lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with Sumati and Basanti on either side. Not in his wildest dreams had he thought this fucking would turn out like this. Basanti lifted her head and kissed him. Sumati also joined.

They all were having the best sex of their lives that night. They all slept cuddling with him in between their freshly fucked pussies.

The next day was Sunday. Pawan Kumar woke up very late in the morning around 9.30 AM.due to his random fucking with Sumati and Basanti. Then Sumati entered with a cup of hot coffee in her smiling face. He first dragged her with a hot kiss then he sipped the coffee. Then Basanti entered, and kissed him on his lips. Both of them looked fresh like morning roses due to receiving a hard fuck in last night.

He said to them, "See, I will be going outside for some works, so don't prepare lunch for me. I will be back by evening."

He finished his bath, and after taking breakfast with the girls, he put on his dresses.

On seeing him going outside, the girls asked him where was he going. He patted their cheeks affectionately and informed them that he had some urgent works, and he would be back by evening.

Pawan Kumar was a man of words, and he would always take care of all of his women. He reached the residence of Payal as he promised her. Payal was very happy to see him. He spent whole noon with her by chit chat, discussing various personal topics, about their marriage in the future. She had instructed her maid to prepare special lunch including items of chicken and fish.

Then Payal said, "Last night, my daughter Aprajita made a call. Her mother-in-law (Manasi) had already reached to Bangalore. Now, she is very happy and not getting bore as her mother-in-law was with her, helping her in all works."

Afternoon, they had lunch together, and the maid left them alone. Due to last night fucking, Pawan Kumar was in no mood for another fucking, as he was feeling exhausted, but Payal was expecting a good fuck from him, as she was very horny the moment, she saw him reaching her residence.

Pawan Kumar thought it was a duty to fuck her as he never intended to displease his women. So, they entered the bedroom. Since Payal was pregnant, he made her in a doggy position and started fucking her. It was a lengthy fucking because Pawan Kumar was not in a mood to fuck so he would not come quickly. On the other hand, Payal had reached her orgasm twice.

She asked, "Pawan, what happened? You are not cumming. Are you not enjoying the fucking?"

Then Pawan Kumar concentrated his mind. When he compared Payal's pussy and boobs to that of her daughter Aprajita's boobs and pussy whom he fucked at Bangalore, he got a sensation throughout his body. He imagined that he was fucking both mother and daughter in the same bed, then he felt sensation, and came immediately, his dick spewed a large quantity of sperm inside the cunt of Payal. Then both of them slept naked till 5.00 PM. After waking up, Payal served a hot coffee to him. Payal was very happy and fresh after getting an afternoon fuck. Then he took his leave from Payal and reached the Apartment in the evening.

The next day was Monday. He was busy with his banking works. Then he received a call from the broker of land properties of Haryana. In his home state Haryana, He had a lot of fertile lands which were all his paternal properties. He was unable to produce any agricultural products from those land as he was an employee of the bank. He had let those lands on rent for which he was receiving some money. He had also four residential buildings in Haryana which were on rent from where he was also receiving some money. He was a single person, and you may call him a rich person. His earnings could feed 10 nos of families for a year. His bank balance was lakhs of rupees which he never cared to see. But, before his retirement, he wanted to amass more wealth. The reason was that he wanted to settle down in his farmhouse which was being built in his apple orchard. After his retirement, he would get a huge amount of his retirement benefits including a good amount of his monthly pension. But he had a vision, he not only wanted to extend his Apple business in foreign markets, but he also wanted to build a plant of Apple juice, for which he needed some amount after his retirement.

The broker confirmed to him that his all properties would be valued crores of rupees. Pawan Kumar consented to the broker to go-ahead for the sale of his properties.

He finished his talk with the broker, then Savita entered with a smile in her face.

She greeted him, and said, "Sahib, last Saturday I was roaming about the market. Then I saw a young beautiful woman with three young beautiful girls, who were coming out of a shopping mall. I didn't pay any importance to them as they belonged to a rich family. Then I noticed, the young woman in blue saree was waving her hand to me. I was very surprised and halted for some moment. They came near to me. Then with difficulties, I could recognize the young woman as Basanti, my daughter-in-law. Then I recognized Sumati out of those three beautiful girls.

Sahib, after staying with you, both of them have changed drastically, their costly dresses, their hairstyles, and their body language, everything is changed. They looked to be much modern and appeared to be from a rich family. Thank you as you have changed them completely, and I am very happy."

Pawan Kumar didn't say anything, only smiled.

Life went on as usual. Every night, whether Pawan Kumar would fuck them or not, both Basanti and Sumati would sleep in his two sides like his two wives. He would not fuck them regularly. Whenever he would be in the mood, he would fuck them both but ejaculate his cum in the pussy of one, either Basanti or Sumati.

Few weeks passed away. It was Saturday, a half-day of Bank. Pawan Kumar was busy in his chamber. Then suddenly Santosh entered his cabin. He looked to be very worried. He had not shaved, his hair was disheveled.

"What happened to you?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, I am in deep trouble, and mentally very disturbed. There are a great uproar and quarrel in my household. You are the person who can solve this crisis." Said Santosh in an anxious voice.

"Tell me the details of everything," said Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, last week my elder sister Pramila paid a visit to see her daughter, I mean my niece, Urmi. Everything went well for a few days then suddenly Urmi started vomiting, we thought it might be due to indigestion. But her vomiting became frequent and regular, so along with my elder sister, I took Urmi to a Doctor. The Doctor examined Urmi and declared that she was pregnant with 3 months and 10 days, and at this stage, it was not possible for an abortion because it was risky to do abortion past 3 months. Then my elder sister started creating uproar and there was a battlefield in my house. She wanted to know the name of the culprit who was behind the pregnancy of her daughter. But Urmi would not say anything to her mother. Even I was not aware of her pregnancy, but I realized she was pregnant with your child. Every moment, my elder sister is creating disturbances and noises, and quarreling with me and Paro. She put all the blame to us as Urmi was here under our guardianship. She wants to discard Urmi as she cannot take her to her hometown as people would come to know about Urmi, and my elder sister would be defamed."

Then he again continued, "To escape from her wraith and to save your reputation and Urmi, Paro and myself made a fake story to pacify her. We trained Urmi to say this fake story to her mother."

"What's that fake story?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Paro told her mother that she was visiting to temple every day, and there he met a handsome youth who was studying in some college. Their regular meetings turned into a love relationship. The youth would take her around Kolkata, sometimes restaurants and movies. She didn't know the details of that youth, and in the meantime, they had a frequent physical relationship. When the youth came to know that she was pregnant, he avoided her and did not come to meet her in the temple. Urmi was not aware of his address and whereabouts. Urmi was very afraid to tell this matter to her Uncle and Aunty. (Santosh and Paro) After hearing this, she put all the blames to Urmi, and started beating her physically. I intervened and told my elder sister that she shouldn't beat her physically as she was a big girl and it was unlawful. Then I threatened her if Urmi would attempt suicide then she was to be solely blamed. Hearing this, she became softened and scared. Then my wife Paro suggested that her husband's boss Pawan Kumar Sir was a very intelligent person, and he could solve the problem. On hearing this, my sister became calm and cool. So, Sir, immediately you come to my house, have a discussion with my elder sister, and find a way for a solution as this is related to both Urmi and you."

Pawan Kumar was wondering how Santosh had copied his fake story of Rimi to the fake story of Urmi. It is no doubt a coincidence and Santosh were not less intelligent than him. He thought for a moment.

He said, "OK, Santosh, tomorrow morning, I am visiting your house. Inform your sister that I would like to discuss this matter with her, and find a solution."

The next day was Sunday, and Pawan Kumar reached Santosh's house by 9.30 AM, morning. When he reached, Santosh's elder sister was in another room. Santosh, Paro, and Urmi were in the drawing-room. On seeing him, Urmi rushed near him, and embraced him tightly, kissed him, and started sobbing.

Pawan Kumar patted her, and said, "Be calm, Urmi. I am here now. Don't worry! I will solve the problem. Have patience."

Then Santosh's elder sister Pramila entered. She was very beautiful like Urmi and a fair lady with sharp features but she was a housewife. She was wearing yellow saree with matching blouse, with all her ornaments in neck, ears, nose, and in her wrists. She must be between 38-40 years old. She appeared to be very much agitated and angry in her face, and her body language was very aggressive. She greeted Pawan Kumar gently, and Pawan Kumar also reciprocated her greetings.

Without giving any scope to Pawan Kumar, she started her attack, "Sir, you are boss of my younger brother Santosh. You appear to be a senior person in all respects, experienced, intelligent, and wise. Now, say sir, what these people have done to my tender and younger daughter Urmi? My daughter is an immature and innocent girl, and she had developed a relationship with some unknown youth. I wonder how my younger brother and sister-in-law couldn't get the slightest hint of this matter? I am not fully blaming my brother and sister-in-law, but you have to admit that there was laxity on their part also. And this girl of mine, I also blame her. Without knowing the details of an unknown youth, she had developed a physical relationship with him."

Pawan Kumar said in a very cool voice, "Pramila Madam, you are right in expressing your feelings and sentiment. If I were in your place, I would have also reacted similarly to you. Now, we have two problems, first, we cannot trace out the culprit who has done this misdeed to Urmi. Secondly, Urmi cannot have an abortion at this stage because she is pregnant with more than 3 months. The whole day is ahead with us, both of us will consider everything in a cool manner, we will discuss in details, and come into some conclusion to solve the matter."

"No, I don't want to discuss anything in the presence of these people, they have ruined my family," said Pramila in an aggressive tone.

Then Pawan Kumar called Santosh and his wife Paro.

He said, "Santosh and Paro, listen, today is Sunday. You both take Urmi and children somewhere, preferably to a park, spend your time, and return by evening. You better leave both of us, Pramila Madam and myself for a discussion without disturbance."

"OK, Sir," Santosh said.

Within 15 minutes, everybody went outside leaving Pawan Kumar and Pramila in the house alone.

Then Mrs. Pramila said, "Would you like to have some coffee?"

"Yes, why not?" he replied.

She prepared coffee. They were sitting opposite each other.

While sipping coffee, she said, "Can you believe Sir! what types of mental tension I am going through? Urmi is my only daughter, she has no siblings' she was under my strict control and vigil eyes. I sent her here for passing the holidays, and once she was out of my clutch, she committed a great mistake."

During the discussion, it was also clear that she had a strong hatred against her brother Santosh and his wife Paro.

"Don't blame her. Actually, we should blame the modern thinking of the present era, the time, and lastly her teenage. Now, the concept of love, and boyfriend/girlfriend concept is not only prevalent in metro cities but it is spread everywhere including small town at your end, we should not blame on Urmi, but we should blame on the time and the circumstances, Afterall she is a kid. She had never visualized the consequences afterward what she did, "explained Pawan Kumar.

"You are right, Sir," she said.

"Do you know, where the problem lies? We Indians are living in a conservative society, and we are unable to change the concept of our mind immediately. Although people living in cities and metros have a liberal mind, they are not conservative nor they have meanness in their minds, but if you go to rural areas and small towns the old wise conservative thinking is very much prevalent. They will discard and outcaste a girl like Urmi immediately. They will blemish your image, they will defame you, they will make your life hell. The nearest enemy would be your friends and relatives, and this is the opportunity for them to destroy you. I live in a small town unlike a metro city like Kolkata, now tell me, sir, under this circumstance, how can I take Urmi with me to there when she is pregnant with 3 months? "she explained.

"Really! Your speech made me overwhelmed. What's you say is a fact. By the way, what do you do, Madam?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"I am a school teacher and my husband is also a school teacher. My husband is sick and severely affected by diabetics. Since Urmi was our only daughter, we had a lot of dreams about her but everything was shattered. Under this circumstance, I cannot take her to our home town, it will be a great scandal, all the people will come to know, and my family will be defamed, and we will be just like outcaste in our society," said Mrs. Pramila.

"Then you will not take her with you in her pregnancy stage! Then what's about herself and her baby? Santosh cannot keep Urmi and her baby forever with him because Urmi is not his daughter, she is the daughter of you," Pawan Kumar explained.

It was lunchtime. Both of them took lunch together. After lunch, the discussion went further.

"There is only one way, I have to get her married to some person," she said.

"But tell me madam, who will marry your daughter with a baby?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Yes Sir, you are right. Then tell me what to do. I am not finding anyway," Mrs. Pramila said.

Then she started sobbing which became louder and louder. Pawan Kumar closed the windows else neighborhood would hear. The stream of tears rolled down from her two eyes. Pawan Kumar could see she was a desperate woman. He stood up, moved towards her, sat with her on the sofa near her, and wiped out her tears in his handkerchief.

"I have a solution if you agree," he said.

Suddenly, Urmila looked at him with her teary eyes with an obliged glance as if he was dragging her out of the drowning from deep water.

He wanted to play the same trump card which he played to Mr. Sujit and Rakhi in the case of Rimi at Chennai.

He said, "You see, Pramila Madam, I have my daughters, sons, and grandchildren who are settled in the USA. I am not interested to settle there, so I am left alone here, and nobody is here to take care of me. After a few months, I am going to retire, and I want to be settled in the state of Himachal Pradesh. I am ready to adopt Urmi as my daughter so that she could live with me forever."

Pramila couldn't believe what Pawan Kumar was saying to her. She thought was it a dream or reality.

"Mmmmm...yessss...I agree," she fumbled her words.

"But with certain conditions," said Pawan Kumar.

"What's that?" asked Pramila.

"Once I accept her as my daughter, and taking her away from here to Himachal Pradesh, you will have no communication with her nor you could see her," said Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, I agree. You are a great person, kind-hearted which is rarely found in our society. I have never seen such a person like you, you are the savior of our family. You are not a human being rather you are in the form of some God," she said, and out of emotion she again started her sobbing.

She embraced Pawan Kumar tightly, and Pawan Kumar could feel her tears wetting the chest portion of his shirt.

He patted affectionately on her back, and consoled her, "Till the delivery of baby, let Urmi stay with Santosh, and I will take both Urmi and her baby with me."

Again, Pramila started sobbing which was now uncontrollable.

"What happened now? I have solved your great burden," asked Pawan Kumar.

"I was thinking that she was our only kid, and after her departure, how could we survive? who would take care of us at old age?" said Pramila with sobbing.

"Come on, Pramila Madam, you are not so old woman, you both can have another baby if you wish," said Pawan Kumar.

"No, I am already 39 years and my husband is a sick person. At this stage, it is difficult to have a baby. Further, what would our society say if we have a baby at this ripe stage?" she said.

"Again, you are referring to society. At this crisis stage of now, whether your society has come forwarded to help you. It is me helping you out not your society. So, forget your society, do whatever you wish, do whatever is essential for you," said Pawan Kumar.

"Sorry, Sir! You are right," Pramila said.

"It's OK, Pramila Madam, I would like to ask you some personal questions, don't take it to your hearts," he asked.

"Please sir, ask me anything, I will never mind, you are our savior," replied Pramila.

"Madam, are you in good health? I mean do you have your periods regularly?"

"Yes, and I am now in my fertile period, "whispered Pramila.

He patted her whole backside, it was a romantic touch, and Pramila could realize it was a different touch, not sympathetic one rather a sexy touch. He ran his hand through her long hair and removed the curls from her forehead.

"See Madam, I am taking away your daughter Urmi from you but in return, I want to give you another baby.

I guarantee you that it would be a son who will take care of you and your husband," he said.

Pramila didn't say anything and dropped her eyes which was a silent consent for Pawan Kumar. He embraced her tightly, then he lifted her chin, her eyes were closed, and he kissed her lips warmly. The entire body of Pramila shivered and vibrated continuously. She felt as if a thousand volts of electricity were passing through her body. She felt a strong itch inside her pussy. Then suddenly she realized Pawan Kumar's two hands touching her two big breasts as he was cupping her breasts. She and her husband had stopped sex for more than three years as Urmi was growing up faster to be a young girl, further he was a sick person and had no stamina for sex, so both wife and husband refrained themselves from sex. Now, after three years, Pramila was getting a touch of a strong older male person, she couldn't resist herself, she opened her eyes, and frantically kissed him back.

One of the hands of Pawan Kumar reached the backside of her buttocks, and Pawan Kumar was squeezing her ass cheeks, on the other hand, he was kneading her boobs. She felt Pawan Kumar's tongue was trying to probe inside her mouth, so she opened her lips, and automatically his tongue was inserted inside, and he started sucking her tongue, and after some time, her mouth started licking the tongue of Pawan Kumar, and there was a heavy exchange of saliva between two mouths. Pramila started panting and moaning.

Now, they became very easier and open to each other. There was no shyness nor hesitation between them. They agreed not to address each other as sir and madam when they were alone rather, they would address each other by names, but not in front of others.

"Pramila, I love you, you are such a sexy lady," said Pawan Kumar.

"Pawan, I love you too, you are also a sexy old man," she replied.

Pawan Kumar started unfolding the saree from her body, reached back, and drew the last part of saree down to the crack of her ass. He threw her saree on the sofa. Now she was only with her petticoat and blouse. She took off her silk blouse, drew it up over her head, and tossed it aside. Immediately, Pawan Kumar untied the knot of her petticoat and pulled it down to her ankles. She stood before him in bra and panties.

"There, now. Don't I have as good a figure than Paro?"

He was silent for several seconds, he could know her hatred and jealousy towards her sister-in-law, Paro. His hands went to her waist, then slipped down on her hips. She turned in his hands and pushed her ass against him. Pawan Kumar opened the hook of her bra and tossed it away. Her 36 inches boobs just jutted forward and exposed before his eyes.

"They aren't as big as Paro's," she said, bringing his hands to cup her boobs, "But they don't sag down, either."
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