Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

Then she pushed Pawan Kumar on the bed, unzipped her pant, picked out the throbbing cock from his boxer, and started sucking it. After sucking for a few minutes, she rode above him, inserting his big cock inside her pussy. She started fucking from above. After riding him for about 10 minutes, both of them came simultaneously. It was a quick fuck. Both of them arranged their dresses properly and went inside her chamber. After sometimes, the employees of the bank filled in gradually.

"Thank you, Sir, I may not get this opportunity in near future. Thanks for a nice fucking. Waiting for you at Chandigarh along with Kavita in the future. Wish you all the best in your post-retirement life in Himachal Pradesh," she said.

Pawan Kumar left her cabin, and before he came out from the bank, he called Santosh and Savita and whispered them to meet him outside the bank.

He was waiting outside the bank when he saw both Santosh and Savita were approaching towards him.

"Listen to you both carefully what I have to say. In the coming week, on Wednesday day, I am leaving for Shimla via Kalka. After two days of my departure, there is another train to Kalka. I have booked train tickets for Santosh, Urmi, Basanti, and Sumati on that train. On the scheduled day of departure, Savita's husband will accompany both Basanti and Sumati to the platform before times. Santosh will reach the platform with Urmi before times. Everybody will meet there on the platform. Santosh will be the guardian of everybody. It will take two days to reach Kalka. I am giving my address of Himachal Pradesh, but I will be present physically at Kalka Railway station to receive all of you. Do you understand everything? Is it clear?" he asked them.

They nodded their heads.

He further said, "Santosh, your job is to escort the ladies. Once you hand over them to me, you will return to Kolkata."

"Yes, Sir," he replied.

Pawan Kumar handed Santosh the Railway tickets and money.

Before his departure, he arranged a good tenant to letting the two-story building of Payal on rent.

When the scheduled date for departure was coming nearer, both the mothers became very sad and grief-stricken. First of all, their daughters were parting away from them to a distant place, secondly, both of them were anticipating the atmosphere of the household afterward. There will be no hustle and bustle inside the flats, the three flats will look vacant, only both the women with their little kids will remain there. Pawan Kumar tried to pacify the two ladies that once he settled himself with others in Himachal Pradesh, he will often visit Kolkata to see them.

On the scheduled day of departure, both the mothers bade farewell to all with heavy hearts. The mothers were weeping with tears in their eyes. Both Debashree and Tapasi were also weeping as they were leaving not only their mothers but leaving all the childhood memories they spent in the apartment. Pawan Kumar was also saddened in his heart, he remembered his first visit to the apartment almost around seven years ago, his relationship developed with two families. Now, all of them were going to start a new phase of life.

The departure time of the train to Kalka was at 2.00 PM. He made a reservation for a coupe in the first-class AC compartment. Usually, each cabin contained 4 berths. Luckily, they were allotted a family cabin of 5 berths, one seat extended. Pawan Kumar was very happy to see that they were the sole occupants of the AC cabin which was slightly bigger than others. The two mothers, Payal and Rimi with their babies were settled in lower berths. Debashree and Tapasi were in upper berths. Pawan Kumar was in lower in extended berth so that he could take proper care of mothers and babies. The train started to move. All of them were sitting in lower berths, talking among themselves.

Pawan Kumar said, "It will take two days to reach Kalka. Although it is a long journey we all are very much comfortable in this cabin."

During the journey, Pawan Kumar revealed the truth to Payal that these three girls were his future wives. Rimi had already been a mother of his baby and the other two girls were pregnant with his babies. Payal at first became very surprised but then she was happy that she had good companions.

After two days they reached Kalka in the morning at around 6.30 AM. Pawan Kumar's Manager Suraj Prakash, a man of 42 years was waiting for them. He received them all. There was another journey by road to Shimla which would take one and half an hour. A big Innova new car, eight seaters, purchased by Pawan Kumar was waiting outside the station. Once everybody seated themselves comfortably, the car started to move for Shimla. The car ran through mountainous terrain with the narrow road climbing from Kalka to Shimla, with breath-taking views of rugged mountains, lush pine forests, waterfalls, valleys, and hill stations along the way that would definitely tempt one to disembark and bask in their beauty. The whole journey took surrounded by the amalgamation of rhythmic swaying lush green pine and deodar trees, coupled with the sounds of the crystal-clear glacier water of the rivers. And they reached Shimla around 8.30 AM.

The four females were surprised to see the picturesque scene of Shimla, the steep hills with debdaroo and pine trees, snow-clad mountains, they felt as if they reached heaven which they had seen in movies only. Their car was entering Shimla and they all felt chill and coldness. Immediately, Pawan Kumar advised all to put on their warm dresses, first to two babies. They witnessed beautifully landscaped grounds, with a forest cover surrounding it. From its vantage point on top of a hill, it looks out onto a magnificent vista of rugged mountains, snowy peaks, and thick forests. Set in the Himalayan foothills amidst the lofty snow-clad mountains and lush greenery, Shimla was one of the most beautiful hill towns in India. They could see the Chock-full of spectacular colonial-era buildings, lively shopping alleys, charming toy-town trains and quaint houses, the beauty of this Queen of Hills put them under its spell.

Their car stopped in front of a restaurant in the mountain city of Shimla. All of them got down and took breakfast with hot coffees. All of them could feel the bite of cold as this was the first experience of four females.

Pawan Kumar's bungalow was in Ratnari village - a famous apple belt in Himachal Pradesh where the locals engaged in intensive apple farming.

It was far from the madding crowd of Himachal's hill towns. This Bagh -Ratnari belt in Shimla district where Pawan Kumar had an orchard, was especially favorable for apple crop. It was located at 2400 meters above sea level and was about 80kms from Shimla. It had just the right altitude, the right temperature, and the right soil for apple cultivation. The orchardists flourished here in a relatively very short time. It was a prosperous but closed society but the locals knew before that Pawan Kumar owned the biggest Apple orchard and was going to be settled there with his family. So, there were no hostile attitudes towards him rather they welcomed him with respect and enthusiasm. Pawan Kumar had already visited there several times for the last one year.

After breakfast, their car moved outside of Shimla to reach the destination. They were passing through the valley. The valley welcomed them with the view of a snow-clad Himalayan of the mountain range on one side along with tall pines, chinars, Deodar, the Himalayan cedar trees, spruce and scattered maple and aspen trees on the other side.

They were passing through the narrow curvy road which had its own charm. The valley soothed with the silence of its surroundings. The whispering of cold breeze and the rattling sound of leaves was a constant companion and creating a sweet and rapturous mood.

The serenity of the valley drifted the females sitting inside the car into a different world.

The road, scattered with red maple leaves, paved their path while heading towards the peak, with glimpses of the mighty Himalayan peaks blinking out of the pine trees.

Sometimes, their car was reaching top then down, the breath-taking view of the mountain range enchanted all with its beauty and it seemed as if Mother Nature had cast her magic spell over them.

When their car reached the village, People started looking at them. It was a sunny August morning in Ratnari, a quaint village in Himachal Pradesh situated just 80 kilometers northeast of Shimla. The women folks came out from their houses and waved the women inside the car. The four women inside the car also waved at them.

Payal exclaimed, "Waaoooo, such a nice place, and the people here look very simple."

Pawan Kumar said, "The village market is a kilometer away from our Bungalow it has few provision stores, stocking the usual daily needs items. But whenever you all want to visit the shopping mall, cinema halls for time pass and refreshments, you can go always to Shimla in our car which will take only 2 hours."

From the main road, the car entered into the big entrance gate of the estate. There was a big signboard above the entrance "PAWAN KUMAR ESTATE". The bungalow was situated in the middle of an apple orchard. The entire estate area of Apple orchard was protected by boundaries and some parts of it by barbed wire. Because the house was in the middle of an orchard, one had to walk about 150 meters through the apple orchard to reach it from the road.

The car passed through a long red muddy road surrounded by red and yellow apple trees everywhere around the road. They could see the servant quarters. All of them felt like queens of a kingdom. They had no idea that Pawan Kumar had acquired such huge landed property.

Rimi exclaimed, "Ohhhh...God! I have never seen such a place ever in my life."

Pawan Kumar said, "Wait, see the Bungalow when you reach."

After a few minutes, they reached the Bungalow, the dream house of everybody.

"Welcome home," Pawan Kumar whispered, and hand in hand they stepped over the threshold of their house of dreams.

Two maids and two male servants welcomed them all with greetings. They started unloading their suitcases and other baggage from the dickey of the car.

After getting down from the car, immediately, all the females entered into the Bungalow and started surveying the entire Bungalow. It was suitable for Pawan Kumar and his family looking for seclusion, tranquillity, nature, space (both indoors and outdoors), and the surreal experience of living in a Himachali home in the middle of an apple orchard. This big house was quiet and secluded, hidden in the middle of an apple orchard.

From the windows, one could see the snow-clad mountains laid out in front of the bungalow, with orchards on one side and large coniferous forest on the other. On the first floor of the bungalow, it had four bedrooms with attached bathrooms.

Especially, Pawan Kumar made a huge bedroom like a hall that could accommodate 15 nos of beds. This was an extra-large sunlit room with 10 nos of beds attached with mattress and bedsheets with purple-colored thick wool blankets.

The four females were surprised and asked Pawan Kumar, "What's the need for such a big hall type bedroom and so many beds?"

"Because another batch of my wives will be arriving soon so that we could sleep together," replied Pawan Kumar.

"What?" every female exclaimed.

This big bedroom on the first floor was encircled by large lounging and living areas with another hall like a big room that could accommodate more people. There was a big egg-shaped table like a conference table with 10 nos of dining chairs put around it made in mahogany wood.

"What's this big egg-shaped table?" the females asked.

"It looks like King Arthur's round table, "commented Payal.

"This is my dinner table with my wives. When I will be taking dinner with my wives, I could also discuss various things with them," replied Pawan Kumar.

The house had a huge gable with a spacious living room below it and an attic with a splendid view of the apple valley. There was a sun-room with skylights adjoining the kitchen. One could bask in the sun here throughout the day. The kitchen was spacious and well-equipped alcove kitchen. Apart from the big bedroom, all other bedrooms had attached bathrooms with geysers/water heaters. Outside, there was a balcony to relax and unwind.

With its stone, mud, and wooden walls, the architecture was a mix of traditional Himachali and modern chalet with British architecture aiming to incorporate local aesthetics with luxury.

They were enjoying the cups of hot ginger tea in the patio of the house.

Then Pawan Kumar started the history of this ancient house, "This Estate was built by Britishers. which was formerly a tea estate, it is now converted into an apple orchard. The history says the first and original owner of this estate was an Indian agent of British whose name was Ameer Chand. He first purchased this 200-acre tea estate from an English widow. He first planted saplings of 'Red Delicious' variety of apple that was sweeter and juicier and had potential here on a trial basis. The plantations were not just suitable to the topography but were also an instant hit among the locals, who started working on apple orchards throughout the region. Ameer Chand then built this large, traditional house on the estate in 1912, in the middle of the Apple orchard. This house became the center of apple production and distribution in the region. This house still retains its former glory but has been made into a bungalow type during the course of times. This house has still a wooden facade with a sloping roof and three brick chimneys that rise against a dusky purple sky. Apart from the orchard and mountains, the house also boasts of stunning views of the Sutlej river meandering through the valley."

All of them went to the roof of the house, from there all the females gazed at the stunning backdrop. Snow-capped Himalayan peaks seemed to alternate everything with lush green ones that were covered with dense deodar forests and apple orchards. They could see the glimpse of the river of sutlez flowing distant in the valley.

Then lunch was served. After lunch, the females wanted to explore further in the afternoon. They made their way towards one of the adjoining orchards with trees laden with apples of varying colors, from rich reds to pale greens. Pointing towards the Hill from the house they could see the houses in the village. A person would reach the village by walking through the orchards within 20 minutes. From their orchard followed a scenic, narrow path that ended in the village past local homes and a temple. The route was lined with flourishing apple and cherry trees, wild strawberries, eye-catching flowers.

The apple trees would come alive with a canopy of white blossoms in April and would be laden with ripe apples in August.

The next day was the first plucking day of apple. Everybody was waiting for Pawan Kumar and his women.

Veer Bhadra, a local dressed in loose grey pants, black boots, green checked shirt fitted with a pahadi(hilly) jacket, stood amid an orchard, holding a puja thali(A Prayer plate, a tray or large container made of brass, where the entire worship materials are accumulated and decorated) It had petals of a red flower, two ladoos(sweets for God), and an incense stick. The trees around him were laden with ripe, red apples. Other workers were standing behind him.

Pawan Kumar with his women arrived near him.

"Sir, it is very auspicious things that you have arrived at the right time from Kolkata as you are the owner. It is a custom in the hills to thank Mother Earth for the harvest before we begin the plucking," he said.

Having said a prayer, he then requested Pawan Kumar to pluck the first apple of the season. Pawan Kumar held it up for his women to see. Then the workers started plucking the apples.

They saw blossoms, russets, and stems; they heard apples rumbling into baskets and bins. With all the activities of the workers, Pawan Kumar and his women could feel the scent of apples, it was an uncommonly used fragrance they noted, however, it smelt really nice. The apple smelt just like it tasted. Each of them tasted the apples of their orchards, it was very sweet, fruity, and mouth-watering.

Pawan Kumar went to Shimla next day morning to attend his office. He was welcomed by his manager Mr. Suraj Prakash and his other employees. He had a lavish cabin with a big glass table, with an Executive chair for him, with three telephones, a sofa in front of him where the visitors would be sitting as he was the owner of the company. He took charge of his company from that day. The whole day, he went through various files. He discussed with his marketing personnel, Financial personnel, and others to know everything about his company. With the production of more than 15 varieties of apple, his company was now known as the apple basket of the state, most popular for its 'Red Delicious' and 'Golden Delicious' varieties. There were also some offers to buy a few other orchards near Shimla which he considered. It was a tiring day and he returned to his house in the evening, all the females were very happy to see his return.

After two days, he told his women, "Tomorrow, I am going to Kalka to receive another batch of my wives,"

"Who are they?" they asked.

"You will see them yourselves," he replied.

Pawan Kumar personally received his three women, Basanti, Sumati, and Urmi in Kalka Railway station along with Santosh.

"Thank you, Santosh for escorting my women safely, "said Pawan Kumar to Santosh.

He paid him some heavy amount of money, and said, "Santosh, you take rest here in some hotel, and return to Kolkata tomorrow."

Then Santosh whispered in his ear, "Sir, my wife Paro would be waiting for you."

Pawan Kumar took all his three women in his car, and they reached the village by afternoon. The slum women, Basanti, and Sumati couldn't believe their luck. On seeing their ex-maids, Debashree and Tapasi were very much surprised but immediately they realized that they were also Pawan Kumar's women. They also saw Urmi, a new girl.

In the night, Pawan Kumar explained everything about his affairs with his women in detail to all so that they could understand one another better.

He told all, "You all are my women. Out of you, two are already mothers of my babies, and the remaining five are pregnant with my babies. I want to do justice equally with all so gradually I will marry all of you. There shouldn't be any ego clash, the indifference of opinions, just think that you all are sisters and your elder sister cum guardian is Payal who is much senior to you all, must be your mothers' age. Please note that there shouldn't be any separate beds for you. All will sleep together, that's the reason I have made a big bedroom."

There was a temple of deity situated 20kms away from his house. One day, he visited the temple as he had a good acquaintance with the priest. The priest of the temple knew him very well that he was a very rich person as sometimes, Pawan Kumar would visit the temple and offer his prayer before the deity. He would donate a heavy amount to the priest, and the priest was very much obliged to Pawan Kumar.

"Panditjee," he addressed to the priest, "I want to discuss certain personal matters which I hope, you will keep confidential."

"Please tell me and you ensure that the secrets will be within me and will never go outside," the priest replied.

"I have my legal wife but I want to marry another 6 nos of females. I know that the law of the land, as per the Hindu Marriage Act, Polygamy is not allowed, even it prohibits marriage of a Hindu to marry another woman whose spouse was still living. But in my case, my wife is agreed to this and all of them are agreed to stay together. Even as per law, my children produced from my women will be legally called my children and will inherit my property but the only difference is that I cannot marry them legally nor they would be my wives legally but I don't want to treat them as my mistresses. I want to honor them as my wives. Further, I am not going to divorce or leave them, so there would not arise any legal complications. Now, you pave a way how to marry them as I don't want to feel guilty before God," said Pawan Kumar.

The priest thought for a long time, then said, "Socially, now, this type of Polygamy marriage is not acceptable in society. But, the most interesting thing is that in ancient times, the kings and Emperors had the privilege to accept and marry several wives. Now, Indian society would not accept such marriages in general rituals."

"But there must be some way which only you know, I am not bothered about any society as my society is my women and that is my world," asked Pawan Kumar.

"Throughout the world, Muslim law and a few other religions allow accepting more than one wife. But there is a way, you know, there are several methods and rituals in Hindu marriage in contrast to other religions, one of them is called Gandharva vivaha. Here the bride and the groom exchange vow in the presence of some deity by exchanging garlands as a very simplified form of ritual in solitude, witnessed by some person. We may perform this Gandharva marriage here in the temple before the deity, and I will be your witness, but please note that it will not be a ritual ceremony," said the priest. "Please do it as early as possible, I will donate your huge money for this purpose," Pawan Kumar said.

An auspicious date was fixed. On that day, especially, Pawan Kumar hired two professional girls from Shimla to make up all his brides. First of all, the makeup girls prepared a paste mixture of sandalwood powder and turmeric powder, and they started to polish the entire parts of the bodies of his women in such a way that after sometimes the colors of their bodies were changed into pinkish-yellow, and their bodies became very polished and smoother, one's hand would slip on their bodies if touched. A sweet fragrance was coming from their entire bodies.

They decorated all their feet and hands with Mehndi (Henna) in an artistic manner that after sometimes orange flowers bloomed on their pinkish skin of feet and hands.

All the brides, Rimi, Basanti, Sumati, Debashree, Tapasi, and Urmi put on bridal dresses in red color. All of them put on Maang Tikkas, the small piece of gold jewelry that adorned their foreheads were one that added to their beauties, they had all their silver Nose rings with gold Earrings. Each of his women wore three gold necklaces on their necks of different lengths and different designs. They had four gold bangles added with many glass bangles in red and green colors in each of their hands. Apart from this, all of them wore w a pair of conch bangles (shankha), red bangles (pala) in each of their hands. They had all their waistbands known as Kamar band adorning their bare waists, and these crafted jewelry were drawing attention to their feminine curves. All of them had their silver anklets, traditionally called Payal were producing the sound of musical jingles from their anklets when they were walking. The silver toe rings were worn on the second toe of each foot by every woman. Pawan Kumar also instructed Payal, his first wife to be in full bridal makeup like his other women although he was not going to marry her on that day.

Pawan Kumar also wore a groom dress. He wore a purple-colored Sherwani with matching trouser made in silk fabric.

He gave instructions to his two maids and servants to take proper care of his two babies in their absence, then all of them proceeded towards the temple in two cars.

All of them congregated in the temple, and the marriage started by afternoon. Pawan Kumar also hired a professional photographer who was instructed by him to take snaps of every occasion. The marriage in Gandharva tradition started. The priest stood by Pawan Kumar as a witness. The marriage started with Rimi first, both Pawan Kumar and Rimi exchanged garlands before the deity and vowed to continue their lives as husband and wife till their death. Pawan Kumar put sindoor(vermilion) on her forehead between her eyebrows and on the hair parting. Then he tied around the neck of Rimi, a mangal sutra (a holy and auspicious gold thread in form of a necklace). The marriage with Rimi was finished now. Both of them now bowed before deity for seeking blessings. Rimi was followed by Urmi, then next Basanti, Sumati, Tapasi, and Debashree. Pawan Kumar performed the same action with all of them. Now all his women became his wives. By the time they returned to their house, it was already evening.

It was an evening of enjoyment. Everyone was happy. Within brief times, his wives got mixed up and vibed with one another so closely and so intimately as if they were seven sisters of a single mother. The happiest ladies were Basanti, a widow, and her sister-in-law, Sumati, a rag picker girl, both uneducated and from the slum. They had never imagined that they would be wives of Pawan Kumar, now a very rich man, after all, it was luck and God's blessings to them.

Special dishes of sumptuous foods for dinner were being prepared by the maids and servants for them on the occasion of this marriage day. There were no guests. They were enjoying themselves as that was their own world without intervening with any outsiders.

They all were sitting in the big dining hall around the big egg-shaped round dining table. Pawan Kumar was sitting on the one side of the head of the egg table and Payal, his senior-most wife was sitting on the other part of the head of the egg table, sitting opposite each other. Both Pawan Kumar and Payal were the key persons of the family. His other wives were sitting in a row of 3 nos on either side of the table.

Pawan Kumar looked up at them with adoring eyes. They were his wives, at last, long-sought women, won after months of patient waiting. Was he worthy of them? Could he make them as happy as he hoped? If he failed them-if he could not measure up to their standard of manhood-then, as they held out their hands, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to him; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in one another's keeping and bonding.

The servants and maids started to place the plates before them on the egg table.

Pawan Kumar said, "Now, we are united and one family, we will share everything among ourselves. Let me tell you all that your rank of my wives are made as per the stage of pregnancies and mother of my babies. My first wife is no doubt Payal who ranks the top amongst my wives as she is senior to you all. She is the boss of the syndicate of my wives, and you all have to obey her and give due respect as she is your mother's age, but now she is your elder sisters, and you all her younger sisters. Do you agree payal?"

Payal said with a smile, "They are all my younger sisters and I will treat them equally, no discrimination."

The servants started serving the foods to all members.

Pawan Kumar continued, "My second wife is Rimi, third is Urmi, fourth is Basanti, the fifth is Sumati, sixth is Tapasi and seventh is Debashree because accordingly you all have been impregnated by me. I am so happy tonight as it is our marriage celebration night, but I want to celebrate it for a week. For a week, all of my wives will be in this bridal dresses only, they will never change their outfits, everyday all of your bodies should be applied with sandalwood powders and turmeric powders so that I could breathe the fragrance of yours bodies. Don't forget to put on vermilion on your foreheads and hair partings as now you are married wives of Pawan Kumar. Let the entire house be resounded with tingling sounds of your bangles and anklets announcing the presence of my wives in this house."

"Let us start our eating, we can talk during eating," he said, started eating, and signaled all his wives for eating.

All of them had finished their dinner.

"Tonight, all of my married wives will be sleeping in the giant bedroom, and I will be sleeping with Payal in another bedroom. The reason is that as per tradition, after marriage, the husband will be sleeping with his newlywed wife on the fourth day of the marriage which is called Suhag Raat (first night with a newlywed bride). I will celebrate my first night with all my wives in a grand way," he said.

Then everybody retired in their respective bedrooms.

On the fourth day, the first night with new brides arrived. All of them had their dinner. Pawan Kumar was sitting in his big living room. All his newly married wives were in their red bridal dresses. Payal ushered them one by one into the big bedroom. The six beds were joined together with silky maroon-colored bedsheets with the same colored pillows. The entire bedsheets were strewn with jasmine and rose flowers. All of the new brides were sitting in a row on the bed as per their ranks facing towards the entrance.

Payal came to the living room and said, "My dear husband, please come, your new brides are waiting for you."

Pawan Kumar in his white silk kurta and pajama, accompanied by Payal entered the big bedroom. He could see his six bloomed flowers on the bed waiting for him.

"Listen, my new brides, as per Hindu tradition, the husband has to fuck his wife on his first night with her, and I will be following the tradition. So, there shouldn't be any hesitation and shyness among you. Everyone should watch another how she is getting fucked by her husband. Payal will help me to fuck you all. Do you all understand? "he asked.

All of the new brides nodded their heads.

"I will start from last, my seventh wife Debashree," he said and proceeded towards Debashree. Debashree was feeling nervous. Pawan Kumar kissed Debashree and cupped her breasts. While sucking her tongue, he opened her red blouse and bra simultaneously. Her two beautiful breasts sprang out. He sucked her nipples for sometimes then turned towards Tapasi who was sitting beside her, then he did the same to Sumati, Basanti, Urmi, and Rimi.

Then he untied his pajama, and said to Rimi, "My dear, Rimi, help yourself."

Without further saying anything, Rimi caught his giant cock in her hand and started sucking. After sucked sometimes by Rimi, Pawan Kumar withdrew his cock from her mouth and pushed his cock next inside the mouth of Rimi, then inside the mouths of Basanti, followed by Sumati, Tapasi, and Debashree.

"Now, it is time to fuck you all. Since all of you are pregnant except Rimi, I will fuck you all in doggy style so that pressure will not exert into your womb. So, all of you make yourself in foursomes' position, and Payal will help to lift your sarees and pulling the panties so that I could fuck comfortably each of you. Please get ready," said Pawan Kumar.

He first approached to Debashree. Payal lifted her saree and petticoat above and pulled down her panty. Pawan Kumar inserted his cock inside her pussy and started fucking. After fucking her for 5 minutes, Debashree reached her orgasm. Then Pawan Kumar moved towards the next wife inside Tapasi. Payal lifter her saree and petticoat, and pulled down her panties. Pawan Kumar inserted his tongue for a second to taste her juices. His cock was already coated with the orgasm of Debashree, without wasting his time, he inserted the cock inside Tapasi and started fucking. After Tapasi reached her orgasm, he moved next to Sumati, after that he fucked Basanti, then next to Urmi. He decided to ejaculate his cum inside the pussy of Rimi lastly.

After his ejaculation, he slept in the middle with all his wives on his two sides on the bed.

All his six younger wives wakened in the morning to find the sunshine winking in at the window of their bedroom. Pawan Kumar and Payal Didi were still sleeping and a September breeze frolicking with the curtains.

"I'm so glad the sun will shine on all of us," Urmi said happily.

"And we all will be like own sisters, clinging together like pearls in one thread," said Debashree.

Basanti, Sumati, and Tapasi supported their views.

After some days, Pawan Kumar received a call from Nisha.

"How are you, Sir?" Nishi asked from the other side.

"I am fine, Nisha, tell me. Everything is ok?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, I am pregnant with your baby, "said Nisha.

"Then, what will you do?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, I want to keep your baby, "said Nisha.

"But, what will people say?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"People know that recently I have been divorced. I have told everyone that I am carrying the baby of my divorced husband," said Nisha.

"Then it's ok," replied Pawan Kumar.

Life passed in a very smooth way in the household of Pawan Kumar. Every morning after taking breakfast, Pawan Kumar would start for Shimla, to his office. In the evening, he would be returning and his seven wives would be eagerly waiting for his arrival. Then all of them would take coffee on the egg table. After dinner, Pawan Kumar would retire in the big bed room with his wives.

Now, Urmi's womb had been very big as she was approaching her advanced stage of pregnancy. After a few months, she gave birth to a son in a nursing home at Shimla. Then after two months, Basanti gave birth to a female baby, the first daughter in Pawan Kumar's family. Then after some days, Sumati gave birth to a son.

Pawan Kumar was very happy with his newborn babies but he was too busy with business. After taking over the charge of his company, his business started to flourish in a wondering way. He had already purchased another three Apple orchards in Manali. Now he was thinking of diverse his business on other products like Apple juice, Apple wines, and Apple jams. He wanted to manufacture these items in his brands. He wanted to have manufacturing plants in Shimla or nearby areas of Shimla. Since he was famous as a good businessman in a short time, many banks came forwarded to finance him.

After a few months, both Tapasi and Debashree were in the advanced stage of their pregnancies. In one morning, both of them started complaining that they were not feeling well and feeling slight pain.

Payal said, "What I think, it would be better to get them admitted in Nursing home today because if they get real labor pain in the night, then it would be a problem for us to take them to Shimla in the night."

"You are right, Payal," said Pawan Kumar.

In the afternoon, Pawan Kumar took them to the best Nursing Home at Shimla and got them admitted. He requested the receptionist to allot a single big cabin where two of them could be accommodated. A very big spacious cabin was allotted containing two beds. The cabin was very neat and clean with ceramic tiles. Both Debashree and Tapasi looked very nervous as it was their first experiences, Pawan Kumar was sitting beside them, and he was pacifying them.

In the meantime, a young beautiful nurse in white entered into the cabin. She handed over two light blue colored patients uniform to both Debashree and Tapasi and requested them to change their dresses.

Then she turned towards Pawan Kumar and said, "Sir, please fill up these papers for information which are required by the hospital. "She handed him certain papers.

"Sure, "replied Pawan Kumar.

He started to fill up the necessary information. He put the names of Debashree and Tapasi in place of Patients and put his name in place of husband.

The young nurse had a glance at the papers, then he looked at Pawan Kumar, and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you husband of them both?"

"Yes, any problem?" he replied.

"Sorry sir, please never mind, I just asked," she said and left the cabin with papers.

This was a private hospital, so the atmosphere was completely different. The air had a perfumed scent and the seats were plush. Every surface was dustless. The nurses were unhurried and they moved with a serene purposefulness from room to room on their rounds. There were vases of flowers and beautiful framed pieces of art on the walls.

Around midnight, Debashree felt labor pain, immediately they took her to the labor room. Pawan Kumar was walking impatiently outside the theatre, then there was a green light, the same nurse came outside and informed him that she had a female baby born. Pawan Kumar was very happy about the arrival of a second daughter in his family.

After one hour, Tapasi felt the labor pain, the nurses took her to the labor room. After one hour, it was already early in the morning, the same nurse informed him with a smile that a male baby was born.

By the morning both the mothers and babies were shifted to their ward from the labor room. After Doctor's examination, he was allowed to see the mothers and babies at around 8.00 AM, in the morning.

He smiled at both of them who were now feeding milk to their babies. The babies were healthy.

He informed his family members over the phone about the good news. He also informed both Manasi and Rupa about the babies born to their daughters. By afternoon, Payal, Urmi, Basanti, and Sumati, everybody reached to see the mothers and babies. Pawan Kumar went back to the house for refreshment and to sleep as he was the sleepless whole night. After getting sound sleep in the afternoon, he returned to Nursing Home in the evening to relieve the family members who returned to the house immediately.

The time was 8.30 PM. The young female doctor was sitting in her cabin. She was a pediatrician, aged about 23 years, she had recently joined in this hospital in Shimla. She was thinking of her night duty and was looking at charts of newborn babies in the hospital.

Then she heard the footsteps coming towards her cabin, and she saw the young nurse entering her cabin with some papers.

"Doctor, today there are two newborn babies in the ward no-107," the nurse informed her.

"Ohh...in that big ward," said the doctor.

Then the doctor noticed the young nurse smiling mysteriously.

"What's so funny that you are smiling so mischievously," asked the doctor.

"Yes, doctor, it is funny, "replied the young nurse.

"Tell me in detail," asked the doctor with curiosity.

"In this ward no-107, there are two young mothers. Both of them are very young, aged 19 years. Since they were so young that the doctor was very afraid at the time of deliveries that they had to go for an operation. But luckily, they had normal deliveries with healthy babies. The most strange and funniest thing is that both these young women have the same husband, a husband who was old enough to be their father. Their husband must be above 50 years but he appeared to be a tall man with strong and muscular personality," said the young Nurse and smiled again.

She further said, "Doctor, my duty is off, now I will go home. I think your round starts now."

The nurse left her cabin.

Whatever the nurse told her that aroused her interest and curiosity, so the young doctor decided to first make the round to the ward no-107 to examine the newborn babies.

Both Debashree and Tapasi were sleeping with their babies, and Pawan Kumar sitting in a chair between two beds and was reading a magazine. Then he heard the door of the cabin opened and the footsteps were coming towards him. He uncovered his face from the magazine and saw a young beautiful lady doctor was proceeding towards him.

She was wearing jeans with a doctor's white coat and a stethoscope hung above her shoulder. Her face seemed to be familiar to him, but he couldn't recollect immediately where he had seen her.

Oh... My... God, the young doctor stumbled backward, hit a chair, and plopped into the canvas seat. The chair tipped, but she grabbed the arms and wrestled it down into place. Holy shit. Did he recognize her? Crap. She didn't need this. Not now. The young doctor dropped her head into her hands, hiding her face. What the hell was Pawan Kumar doing there? The young doctor rose from the chair. Moving around behind it, she stepped back a few paces. Spinning, she stumbled again, but an arm reached out to steady her. The young doctor peered into his surprised face.

Pawan Kumar grasped the doctor's shoulders and leaned in close.​