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[ashw]

Anushka is My Wife,My Love,My Honey,My Sweetheart



Anushka is my wife and I am her hubby..She is made for me only...I hug her tightly and lick her whole naked body and fuck her daily day and night with my monster dick very very hard in every position of Kamasutra and in her every hole..She moaning loudly and enjoy real pleasure with me in bed...She is My LOVE, My JAAN.

[Delhidevil2021]

Brother....Write the story on Kriti Sanon as requested earlier

[Test07]

Your creativity is truly awesome

[Krishan202]

On Wedding day …


It was the following morning, the day of the wedding. I woke up early around 07:30, Jai was still fast asleep. I couldn't resist watching the video of Shraddha again. Watching her masturbate for her future brothers in law was something special. I was going to watch the 2nd video of the mind-blowing sex from the night before but Jai started to wake.





"What the fuck did we do last night?" Jai said groggily, "Did that really happen?"


"Yes Bro," I answered as he looked at me in astonishment. Then he started to moan, "We're so fucked if this gets out, our wives will leave us and take the kids, Shaun will never speak to us again."


I reminded him that it was his idea to start with that had led to that outcome. I had a slight worry about my wife finding out but I was pretty sure we could keep it hidden. We just had to be careful. In a calm voice I told him, "Stop moaning what's done is done, just keep quiet and tell no one."


As we continued discussing the night before I received a text from Shraddha asking, "what time I would have the money for the photographer?" I remember her saying he was coming at 11:00 around the same time as the bridal party.


I reply, "I'll head to the cash machine now and drop it round to her room before anyone else arrives."


I threw on some clothes and let Jai know I was away to get the cash for Shraddha. Jai agreed to transfer his half of the money to me directly later, for now though he was going to get another couple of hours sleep before we had to start getting ready and head to the church.





Working in a bank had its benefits like a debit card with an increased withdrawal limit. I got the cash, a couple of coffees to take away and headed back to the hotel. As I approached her room, I started to get nervous about what to say or how she'd react now we were both completely sober.


It was around 09:00 when I got to her room. I knocked on the door and she opened up. She looked amazing in a pink silk nightie which hangs just below her bum. Her red hair was immaculate and she was looking as fresh as the morning dew. I started to feel an erection growing in my pants as I watched her walk across the room. I tried to think of an excuse to get out quickly.


Then she just said in an innocent way, "So last night, that was interesting, how are you feeling this morning?"


"Not too bad, but Jai's freaking out a bit, he's worried Samira will find out and leave him." I said cautiously.





"Look I have no intention of telling Samira and I won't be telling Bhumi so no need for you to worry either" she replied in a calm manner then continued "I enjoyed myself towards the end, it was an experience I wasn't expecting and have no intention of Shaun finding out, the agreement stays between the 3 of us."


I was happy with what she said and decided to stay. We had our coffees and talked about the plans for later that day. It seemed like an obvious conversation and a distraction from what we had done the night before.


She sat on the edge of the bed cross legged. Her feet barely touched the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her as her nightie had ridden up her leg revealing most of her thigh. Pale with a few freckles it looked smooth and ready to be investigated by me.





I glanced up and saw she was looking at me with that alluring smile of hers. I quickly looked elsewhere hoping not to have been caught. She continued talking about her day and how she was going to enjoy seeing old friends and family.


My eyes begin to wander back down her body starting with her sleek neck, past the thin straps of the nightie clinging to her shoulders, round the outline of those pert tits, her nipples pointing through the thin material of her nightie. I continued down following the curve of her hips round to her bum and then I was back to the naked thigh.


She must have noticed as she changed the conversation back to the night before again. She talked about taking anal for the first time and being with 2 men at the same time.


"So how much did you enjoy it?" I inquisitively ask.


She bit her lip and looked straight at me and replied with passion in her voice "It was like an experience I could never imagine. The way you and Jai just totally owned my body it was incredible!"



She paused for a minute then continued "I love Shaun but he's boring in the bedroom, he hardly ever wants sex, he just wants blow jobs. He never makes me orgasm because he's too quick or just thinking about himself. You though, you had stamina. I'd never had a multiple orgasm until last night."


I'm left bemused and ask her "Why are you telling me this?"


She replied seductively "I need a better sex life."


Then she turned around and walked over to the bottom of the bed, she knelt on the edge, then slowly leaned forward, the further forward she went the more of her curvaceous bum became visible as her silk nightie slowly rode up her body.


She dropped down to her elbows, then lay her face softly against the mattress. Once comfortable she beckons me forward stating, "You have 1 hour to do whatever you want."





My cock was throbbing in pants, my mind was racing, what the hell do I do? I thought to myself. This amazing opportunity is being presented to me again. Do I leave and stick to our original agreement or do I have another turn on this curvaceous sexy body bent over waiting in front of me?

[Krishan202]

It didn't take me long to decide, petite women have always been my weakness, it was always going to be hard to say no.


I walked towards her peach shaped bottom whilst removing my trousers and pants in a hurry, I stood there rubbing my cock between her love lips. Then I dropped to my knees and started lapping at her clit and love lips like a cat with its favourite cream.





She was soon very wet and I wanted inside her, I stood up and slowly slid my cock into her waiting vagina and she began to moan as a few inches slowly penetrated her. "deeeepppeeerrr," she screamed out.


Looking at the clock I knew I didn't have enough time to savour her body as I had the night before, so I thrust myself forward as all 7 inches of my manhood disappeared inside her. After 5 minutes of constant balls deep penetration "Aaaaaaaaa!" she suddenly screamed out in ecstasy as she had her first orgasm of the morning.


"Shraddha you need to be quieter, what if another guest hears you?" I cautiously asked while fucking her through her orgasm.


Sternly she replied, "I don't care just don't stop."





Looking down I saw her perfect pink rosebud opening and closing between each thrust. I spat onto my fingers and slowly inserted my index finger into her anus, another loud moan escaped her body.


I inserted a second finger into her anus as she continued to moan with pleasure. I pulled my cock out and dropped to my knees again, this time aiming my tongue straight at her rosebud, "Oh we're going there again are we?" she said passionately.


I didn't reply. My mouth was far too busy as I take turns between tonguing her anus and cramming as many fingers as possible in there, I was now up to 4 which were sliding in and out quite easily with the amount of saliva and pussy juice to use.


I pushed my fingers into a point with my thumb tucked in and tried to push my whole hand into her. I felt her shake and heard her gasp as my knuckles fought to get in. I wanted as much in her as I could get, I wanted to see her gape but the fist would not go.


I switched to my left hand and easily was able to get 4 fingers into her again. I then also inserted my index finger from my right hand followed by 3 more, I wondered how far I could actually stretch out her anus as I had now managed to gape her hole.





I removed my fingers and spat into her gaping hole as it started to seal, I quickly inserted the 3 central fingers from both hands into her anus and slowly started to stretch her out. I had a quick look at the clock and noticed time was against me.


I stood up, taking my fingers out her anus and replacing them with my aching cock, I started thrusting into her as deep as I could, "Aaaaaaa!" she screams as she orgasms again and collapses forward my cock slides out of her to my disappointment. She was now lying flat out and face down on the bed.





"I'm not finished yet!" I instructed her as I knelt either side of her legs and parted her bum cheeks, I slid my cock down from her coccyx to the entrance of her anus and stabbed forward, then quickly I built into a rhythm. I started to fuck her wildly, I didn't have long left and I needed to cum.


After 5 minutes of constant anal pounding, I grunt and shoot stream after stream of cum into this beautiful woman's ass, the woman who is away to marry my little brother in just a few hours. I pull her nightie back down and wipe myself off on it and roll over to catch my breath.





After a few minutes the time hits me, with panic in my voice, "shit the bridal party will be here soon." I quickly got dressed and headed for the door. I looked back, Shraddha is slowly and shakily getting back to her feet. "I suppose I better have a shower," she says and smiles at me.


I smiled back and said nothing, leaving the room quickly I headed back to my own room. I walk in and find Jai fast asleep still. I woke him and told him he'd need to go get ready soon. Once he had left I finally played the 2nd video of the night before thinking how much more I would love to do to her and how much she would actually let me do if I tried.


It was time to start getting ready for the wedding, so I jumped in the shower. Standing there with the water bouncing off me, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me.

[Gurumoorthi]

Bro long update on anushka and Hanshika

[Krishan202]

The bus was most of the way to school when Krishan noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Hansika's message. When the bus let the students off at high school, Krishan hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the school. His brother's place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Hansika to let her know he'd be there soon. Hansika texted Krishan back that she couldn't wait to see him, with a heart emoji.


Karun's house was on a quiet cul-de-sac, lined with small, boxy homes. Krishan huffed and puffed as he walked up the front drive. He rang the doorbell and waited only about five seconds before the door swung open. Hansika stood in a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her curves bulged under her clothes. Krishan tried to keep his eyes up on her pretty, eyes.



"Hello, Krishan. You skipping school?" Hansika stuck her head out and looked around the neighborhood. Satisfied that no one watched them, she waved Krishan inside and closed the door behind them.

"Um ... yeah." Krishan looked around the small house. He could see most of the first floor from his spot by the door. Karun's place seemed so tiny compared to what Krishan was used to at Mansion.

"That's so very unlike you, Krish." Hansika's face brightened in a shy smile. "Karun and I always used to skip to go ... well, you know ... hang out." She reached up with her left hand and twisted a strand of her blonde hair. Her wedding ring twinkled at Krishan. "When I called, I didn't think you'd come right over. Not that I'm not happy. I mean ... it's fine. I mean ... want some coffee?" Hansika frowned and shook her head. "No, you don't drink coffee. Of course. Um ..." She'd never in her life been nervous around Krishan before. Having her shy, eighteen-year-old brother-in-law over felt like hosting some celebrity.

"Maybe some water?" Krishan awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. He followed her into the kitchen, allowing his eyes to take in her wide, rolling butt under the stretched spandex. Krishan was used to feeling timid around Hansika. He'd had a crush on her forever, and she'd always gazed right past him. He realized that this was the first time he'd looked forward to visiting his brother's house. It was such a familiar place, but so different in that moment. "You look really great, Han."

"You think so?" She looked over her shoulder at him from the sink with one eyebrow arched hopefully. "Thanks." She filled a glass up at the faucet and turned toward Krishan.

"Before you say anything, I guess I have to tell you that I can't ... um ... do any more stuff with you. Like we did in the library." Krishan took the glass from her and took a step back. He held it but didn't drink.

"Really?" Hansika's face fell. She looked like a kid that'd just seen her ice cream cone drop to the floor. She dropped her eyes to the tile near her bare feet. "Did you get back together with your girlfriend?"

"What?" Krishan cocked his head in confusion.

"You know. The last time we ... did stuff. I was helping you get over your breakup." A sad smile passed over her face. "I've been through a few breakups myself. I know that you often get right back together. You know Karun and I broke up for a while when we were dating."

"Yeah." Krishan nodded. "I got back together with my girlfriend." It felt odd referring to his mom as his girlfriend, even if it was obliquely. But the more he rolled the idea over in his mind, the more he liked it.

"Well good." Hansika tried to be mature about this as she ignored the longing between her legs. "I mean ... that's good ... I'm happy for you. And I love Karun. What we did was ... wrong." She looked back up into Krishan's young, handsome face.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure says not to do that for a bunch of different reasons." Krishan didn't want to tell her they'd been spotted by his mom. He didn't want to explain that his mom was going to have more sex with him as long as he didn't screw it up again.

"Okay. Well then ... I guess we know where we stand." Hansika nodded slowly and stepped toward Krishan to show him out, frown lines furrowing her face. "You better get back to school." She reached out and patted his blond hair, the most platonic gesture she could think of.

Krishan thought about Nayanthara and how she'd faced down Vinay for him. He hadn't seen her since. He didn't even know if she was okay. He remembered the fear in Nayanthara's eyes as he'd run away. The apparition hadn't risked herself so Krishan could lead a boring goody-two-shoes life. Krishan was doing what his mom wanted but letting Nayanthara down. You couldn't please everyone all the time.

"Come on, you better get on your -" Hansika's eyes bulged as Krishan pressed his lips to hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned. She felt his hands press into the small of her back and pull her up against him. Her large curves pressed against the slender teenager. She felt a bit oafish with their mismatched sizes, but that thought quickly floated away. Her arms moved around his shoulders.



They made out in the kitchen for a while.

Krishan broke the kiss and unbuttoned his pants. "I'm sorry, but I've always loved you." He dropped his pants and lowered his micro-boxers. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it. Karun's such an idiot, I can't believe he married someone as perfect as you."

"Oh, God, Krish." Hansika's eyes stared at the long, thick cock that cantilevered out from Krishan's narrow frame. "I ... can't help it either." She pulled him into another embrace and bent her neck down to plant small lingering kisses. His dick burrowed itself between her thighs. She could feel the heat of it through her yoga pants. She nibbled on his ear and thrilled when a little moan escaped his lips. "Just do me a favor and don't say mean things about Karun anymore." She swirled her tongue in his ear and listened to him whimper. "We probably shouldn't mention him at all. Not while we're ... alone together."

"Okay." Krishan nodded and his hands took a tight grip on her ass. His hips started moving, rubbing his dick between her legs.

"And ..." She looked down on him and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. "This isn't love. You have a crush. And I ..." She kissed him quickly on the lips. "When this is all over, I'm going back to your brother. I'll always be with your brother. Understand?"

"I guess." Krishan tried not to let his disappointment show.

"Don't be sad." Hansika sunk down to her knees. "Let's turn that frown upside down." She opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cockhead. This boy had such unbridled power between his legs. It was a thrill to please it. To please him. She bounced her head back and forth and reached for his balls. They were full and ready. She couldn't believe she'd taken all that cum inside her the first time they had sex. Krishan had left so much in her that she'd leaked well into the morning. Was she really ready to let him dump another load in her pussy? Goodness, she'd probably be leaking when Karun got home from work.



"That feels ... really good ." Krishan watched his brother's beautiful wife bury more and more of his dick down her throat. She was a natural. Soon it was almost all the way in. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him. She might say it wasn't love. But if it wasn't, there was something very near to love in her eyes as she looked up at him and slurped on his dick.

It took ten minutes of impossibly long strokes with her mouth before Krishan's balls began rhythmically pulsing under Hansika's fingers. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh." She wanted to cheer him on. To tell him to let it all out. But her speech was somewhat compromised.

"I want to ..." Krishan took a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her off his dick. He looked down on her pouty lips as she gasped for air. "... cover you."

"Really?" Hansika let Karun cum on her sometimes. But she suspected this would be very different. She continued to caress his churning balls while Krishan stroked his cock inches from her face. "Do it," she whispered and closed her eyes.

"Oh ... .. aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Krishan exploded and watched as shot after shot of cum landed on Hansika's perfect face.



"Ewwww ... Krish ... there's so much." The hot liquid splashed over her. When she opened her mouth to talk, she could taste the salty stuff. It had a dark, pungent flavor. So different from any other man she'd been with. She stuck out her tongue and tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth. She surprised herself by swallowing it. When he finished, she released his balls and wiped the cum from her eyes.

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"You look ... amazing,." Krishan looked down at her as she squinted her eyes open. He'd wanted to cover her and he certainly had.

"I'm sure I look disgusting." She wiped her hands on her yoga pants and stood up. "I thought we were going to have sex again, but this is probably better." She turned and walked to the sink. "I better get cleaned up."

"You're so beautiful." Krishan took in her hourglass figure from behind. He kicked away his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her.

"What are you -?" Hansika grasped the counter as Krishan pulled down her pants and panties to her thighs. "I know teenagers can go and go, but -" She bit her lip as the bulbous head pushed up against her slit. She expected him to struggle finding her hole, but he knew what he was doing. He had a girlfriend, Hansika reminded herself. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh." She marveled that she could accommodate his size and worried that Karun might notice if his brother wrecked her pussy. She braced herself against the counter and absorbed his thrusts from behind.

"Your ... butt ... is ... perfect." Krishan punctuated each word with a thrust deep inside her. He watched her backside wobble and shake. He tightened his grip on her hips and slammed harder.



"Thank ... you ... Krish." Hansika blinked her eyes as cum dripped down past her eyebrows. She could see out the window above the sink. One of the neighborhood wives walked her dog down the street. Hansika prayed the dog-walker wouldn't look into the house and see Hansika, covered in cum, getting ravaged by a teenager. The dog-walker moved on down the street without noticing. "We can't do this ... uh ... uh ... here."

"Where?" Krishan didn't stop his wild pace. The sound of slapping skin on skin filled his ears.

"Anywhere ... but ... oooohhhhhh ... no windows." The thought of getting caught by the neighbors sent surges of panic and added adrenaline. The world had suddenly gone very crazy.

"Okay." Krishan pulled out and led her by the hand to the hallway. He found her quite pliable and put her on her hands and knees. She still had her tank top on and her yoga pants a third of the way down her legs. "I never want to stop." He dropped to his knees and slid back into her pussy. His hips quickly accelerated back to full speed.

"Me ... either," Hansika squealed. Her first orgasm swept over her and she gritted her teeth. She looked down at the hardwood floor and watched Krishan's cum drip off her and splatter below. What a mess. And she wanted it messier still.



A little while later, Krishan grunted out his second orgasm, coating her insides.

Hansika shrieked when she felt the hot stuff fill her up. As her orgasm passed, Krishan pulled out of her and fell on his back just inside the carpeted living room. She crawled next to him, rolled onto her back, and looked over to see his cock finally deflating. Even soft, it was still so jarringly large resting on his trim belly. "Well, now that you're back with your girlfriend, we're both in trouble." She dbangd her arm over her eyes, she didn't want Krishan to look at her sweaty, cum-covered mess of a face.

"What do you mean?" Despite Hansika's words, Krishan couldn't stop smiling. Mating his sister-in-law was pure rapture.

"You cheated on your girlfriend, and I cheated on my husband. I won't tell if you don't tell." She smiled behind her arm at the ridiculousness of what they'd done. Hansika could feel the cum leak out of her used pussy onto the carpet, but she didn't care. She'd get a steam cleaner or something before Karun got home. That was still many hours away.



"I should probably get back to school." Krishan sat up and looked around the room for his clothes. His eyes rested on the leather recliner and he gawked at it. His brother sat in that very seat all the time, drinking his beer and watching TV. Just a few feet away.

"That sounds more like the Krish I know." Hansika sat up and grabbed her rumpled tank top. She wiped her face with it, but knew she was still a complete mess. Her large boobs pressed against her thighs as she watched Krishan stand and get dressed. "School is so important," she said in a lightly mocking voice. "I'm Krish the nerd and I'd rather do math than spend time with a woman."

"You sound like Karun." Krishan pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at her with a frown. He sat down on the edge of the recliner and pulled on his socks.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hansika pulled her knees further up to her chest, warding off the uncomfortable moment. "I was just teasing. I didn't mean to -"



"It's fine." Krishan dropped his eyes. "Don't worry about it. I gotta go." He walked to the front door, put on his shoes and left his brother's house. With any luck, he'd get to school in time for lunch.

"Bye, Krish," Hansika called to the slamming door. She stood and slowly moved toward the stairs. She was very sore. The young man had ridden her hard. "Way to kill the mood, Hansika," she said to herself. Krishan was always such a sensitive boy. She'd have to be more careful in the future.

~~

After the twins returned home from school, Anushka left Ganesh to the plumbing and went to help Krishan in his bathroom upstairs.

"Oh ... Mom ... it's coming out." Krishan gazed into her warm, brown eyes as she swallowed his cum. Anushka hadn't yet figured out how to take him deep in her throat like Hansika had, but the way her lips stretched around his dickhead was a total delight for Krishan.

"Mmmmpppppphhh." Anushka greedily gulped down Krishan's salty mess.

After Krishan finished, Anushka sent him to go do homework, cleaned his stuff off her chin, and rejoined her husband in the west main floor bathroom. Was this going to be an afterschool routine? Anushka suspected that it might be.



"How was their day?" Ganesh didn't look up at his lovely wife as he stared at the leaky shutoff valve under the sink. He figured his wife had left him to check in on the twins.

"Oh, you know how high school is." Anushka cleared her throat with a delicate cough. "Some days can be frustrating."

"You're talking about Krish?" Ganesh shook his head. He'd have to switch the main water shutoff again if he couldn't get this thing to stop dripping. "Hand me that wrench, please." He held his hand behind him.

Anushka handed Ganesh the wrench and leaned her wide hip against the wall. "Yes, I was talking about Krish."

Ganesh grimaced as he tightened the valve. "I worry about that boy sometimes. I used to think he needed sports or a girlfriend, but now that we've all seen what he's got down there ... Well, he can't exactly run up and down a soccer field with that thing bouncing back and forth."

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Anushka pictured her little man running naked down a soccer field with his monstrous package swaying from side to side. She smiled at the thought. "No," Anushka agreed.


"And what girl would want to be with something that large?" Ganesh shook his head and released the pressure on the wrench. The leak stopped. He'd done it. "I worry about him with girls, Anu."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. I'm sure some girls would be interested." Anushka blushed. She could still taste her son's salty effluence on her tongue. 

"Point made, Anu. I trust His plan." Ganesh turned to look up at his wife. She looked so radiant and beautiful. Truly full of life. He smiled. "You always seem to -" A whining hiss came from the valve and then a spray of water. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Ganesh stood, pushed past Anushka and raced down the hall toward the main shutoff in the basement.

Anushka sighed and went to get some towels. They were going through a lot of towels lately.

~~

That afternoon was when Krishan finally started to panic about Nayanthara. He searched the entire house and found nothing out of the ordinary. He listened for that telltale ticking clock, but it was gone. He'd hoped Nayanthara would return when he'd had sex with Hansika that morning, but she hadn't. Then, his mom blew him after school, and he thought Nayanthara would definitely show up to encourage or congratulate him. But nothing.

Could Nayanthara be hurt? Did she need his help? Starting in the basement, Krishan searched every inch of the house. Except, of course, for the locked room and the hidden stairway. He couldn't get into either of those places. He finished his search in the empty west tower room. Nothing.

"Nayan?" Krishan walked up to one of the slightly curved windows and watched the reds and purples of the setting sun over the prairie. "Nayanthara?" There was no reply.

~~

At dinner, Ganesh and Shriya talked politics while Anushka sipped her red wine and Krishan glumly pushed around broccoli on his plate. He felt a tap on his ankle and looked up. His mom had just kicked him lightly with her bare foot to get his attention.

"You okay, Krish?" Anushka raised an eyebrow. "Is everything ...?" She subtly nodded toward his crotch under the table. Ganesh and Shriya continued their conversation, oblivious to the other half of the family. "Is everything good with you? Physically, I mean?" She could feel her cheeks grow hot, but it was a mother's duty to look after the welfare of her son.

"No, I'm okay with that right now." Krishan quickly glanced at his bloviating father and then back to his mom with that shy smile on her face. "I'm just ..." He sighed. "Never mind. Can I be excused? I have a bunch of homework."

"Sure thing, pumpkin." Anushka frowned and watched Krishan take his plate into the kitchen.

"Bye, Mom." Krishan walked back through the kitchen and out to the hall. His dad and sister continued their conversation, ignoring him.

"Bye, sweetie." Anushka's eyes followed his skinny butt as it disappeared out the door. Teenagers were so moody. One moment, he's smiling down at her as she gulped his semen. The next, he's barely making eye contact and disappearing to his room. She shook her head. Things were complicated. She'd give him some space and then check in with him tomorrow. That set Anushka's mind in motion. Tomorrow the Samatars were coming over for their one-week follow-up. What did she need to do to prepare? Anushka started a mental list.

~~

On the bus ride to school the next day, Krishan listened to another voicemail Hansika had left him. It was clear from the timing, that she was waiting for Karun to go to work before risking the call.

"Hello, Krish. I'm ... sorry about how yesterday ended." Her voice was thin and reedy on the recording. "I didn't mean to ... the last thing I'd do ... well, I'm just really sorry. Okay? I haven't always been there for you. But ... I'd really like to see you. If you feel like cutting school again, I'm at home. Okay, bye."

Krishan sighed. He wasn't that angry at her for teasing him. But he wasn't feeling great about it either. The real feeling eating at him was his worry for Nayanthara. He felt sick with dread that something terrible had happened to her. He texted Hansika back. Busy with school today. I'll check in later. He added an emoji of a dog skateboarding for good measure.

"There is a darkening in this house. Do you feel it?" Maxamed eyed his wife as they set up their communication circle in the empty west tower. She wore her normal hijab and flowing dress, but something about her outfit irked Maxamed. Maybe it was the immodesty of her wrists. He could see an awful lot of brown skin just below the sleeves. He frowned and continued to pour his salt lines on the old hardwood.

"I feel it." Catherine  nodded with solemnity at her husband. "We dealt the demons a blow last week. This week I think we will wipe them from this Earth."

"Yes, indeed." Maxamed finished his lines and sat cross legged in the circle, careful not to stretch his suit trousers. He tossed his black tie over his shoulder. He thought of the inhabitants of this house. The children away at school. The husband and wife blissfully minding their own business fixing the bathroom downstairs. And all the others that dwelled in this space. He looked at the flat black dreamstone they'd placed at the center of the circle and thought he could see a faint vision. It was a solar system of spirits. A fertile feminine planet, with so many moons. A large, frigid outer planet, quite masculine and on an erratic elliptical path. And other small celestial bodies, quickly gliding around a large dark, pulsing star. Maxamed often got his visions in this way, a translation of what is and was. He tried to use the demons from his vision to locate the demons in this house. "Sit with me, woman."

"Yes." Catherine  moved inside the salt circle and sat cross-legged opposite the dreamstone from her husband. She watched the matte, black stone, ready for whatever vision ,.' would bestow. The next thing she knew, her husband and the room were gone and she stood in the library doorway downstairs. Catherine  had never had a vision this strong before. She sucked in her breath and blinked. Trying to bring herself back to the room with her husband, but she could not.

The walls were hung with strange portraits she'd not seen before. The lighting flickered and she looked at a sconce on the wall. She recognized the whale oil lamp from her books on history. A loud slapping sound startled Catherine  and she slunk further into the shadows of the doorway. She peeked down the hall to see a large man shaking a  woman by the shoulders.

"You're nothing but a bitch in heat." The man let go of her shoulders and backhanded her across her pretty, freckled face.

The woman fell to her knees. "It wasn't me, Vinay. It was the house." She looked up at him, wilting on the floor. Tears ran down her  cheeks and caught the lamplight. "This house wants something from us."

"Where's the boy?" Vinay loomed over her, with dark, black eyes and a drooping black mustache.

"Please, he's only nineteen." The woman's hands went to her belly and Catherine  noticed for the first time that under her long, flowing dress, she carried a pregnant belly.



Vinay reached down and slapped her again. She cried out and fell sideways, now lying prone on the floor.

"You're a smart woman, Mrs. Samatar." A voice just over Catherine 's shoulder nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Who's there?" Catherine  turned to look back into the dark library. Standing just a few feet behind her in the shadows of the unlit room was the same woman that was lying out in the front hall. Except, this version of the woman was not pregnant. She looked deathly pale, and she had cuts and bruises wherever her long-dress left her skin exposed.

"I am  Nayanthara ." Nayanthara gave the dark-skinned woman a little curtsy. "And as I said, you are smart. What do you witness out in my hall?"

Catherine  looked back out the doorway and saw the man grab a fist full of the other Nayanthara's collar and hoist her up in the air.

"The boy?" Vinay hissed.

"Never," the hallway Nayanthara said.

Catherine  turned back to the library Nayanthara with wide eyes. "The birth of demons," she whispered.

"Poetic." Nayanthara's smile would have been pretty but for the oozing blood and missing teeth. "And not far off. Vinay is a monster of the first order. I tried to stop him, but I could not. I only delayed him. And now I am weakened, Mrs. Samatar. Most feeble." Nayanthara let out a raspy cough. It sounded like she had fluid in her lungs.

"I will not help you, demon." Catherine  knew of demonic tricks. She looked back into the hall where Vinay choked hallway Nayanthara with both hands, her feet dangling above the floor. Hallway Nayanthara sputtered two words. "The ... baby ..."

"What do I care for another's vile babe?" Vinay lowered his right hand and unbuckled his belt. "You behave the trollop. I'll treat you as a trollop." He lowered his trousers.

"Sickening." Catherine  turned away from the scene in the hall and stepped into the room, closer to the library Nayanthara. "You planted that hellish phallus in my home."

"Your husband brought it into your home." Nayanthara shook her head slowly. She reached her hands to her belly, but there was no pregnancy there to protect. "And I don't control such things."

"I will not help you." Catherine  closed her eyes and willed herself back to her husband.

"I ask not for myself. I ask for the boy." Nayanthara sighed in exasperation. "I am stuck here and cannot help him."

"I will not help your demon child." Catherine 's words bit into Nayanthara.



"Not that boy." Nayanthara's voice began to fade. "Krishan. Go to him and see that he is safe. Do whatever you must to comfort him."

"What?" But it was too late. First a surge of heat flashed quickly through her slim body, then a wave of nausea swept over Catherine  and she was back in the tower room with her husband. She pitched sideways and lost consciousness.

"Catherine ?" Maxamed rose quickly. His wife had fainted. A wind blew through the circular room and spread the salt all about the floor. Maxamed could feel a great evil receding. Whatever his wife had done, it had worked. "Catherine ?" He felt her pulse and it was strong, thank ,.'. He lifted her up and carried her downstairs.

Behind him the matte stone shook and cracked. Pulsing red fissures spread along the black mineral in meandering paths. The glowing red embedded in the rock looked almost like living veins.

~~

"Where am I?" Catherine  opened her eyes to find herself in a strange bedroom, lying on top of the covers on an unknown bed. She smiled when her eyes focused and found the concerned face of her husband. Ganesh and Anushka also looked on by the foot of the bed.

"You're in our guest bedroom." Anushka's half-smile was weak and worry etched itself in lines on her face.

"What ..." Catherine  tried to sit up but her head fell back on the pillow, pushing her hijab down on her forehead. She reached up to adjust it with trembling hands. "... happened?"



"I am not sure." Maxamed watched his wife very closely. "You seem to have expended a great energy to rid this house of the demons that plagued it. I've never seen such a thing before. You even broke our dreamstone. I've tested the house thoroughly with every instrument we possess. This house is now clean." A faint, proud smile passed across his dark lips. "Can you walk? It is time to fetch the children from your mother's."

"I don't think so." Catherine  tried to lift herself again, but she found that a deep fatigue had settled in her bones. "Perhaps you pick up the children and I'll rest here for a little while?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and looked for confirmation at her frowning husband. "We would be happy to have you stay. Wouldn't we Ganesh?"

Ganesh grumbled. He was ready to be done with this circus. But he nodded his assent.

"I'll bring you some soup and you can rest until you regain your strength." Anushka nodded again, happy to have something to offer these helpful people. "You can even stay the night, if it suits you."

"We could not impose." Maxamed eyed the woman and her hospitality with suspicion. "But if you would care to make a donation, that would be very much appreciated. We performed a difficult task here." He actually had no idea how his wife had done what she'd done, but it did indeed seem difficult.

"We're a little short on funds." Anushka shrugged and gave Maxamed an apologetic smile.

Maxamed nodded his accord. "We do have such needs."

A faint snore came from the bed. Maxamed, Ganesh, and Anushka all looked back at Catherine . She'd drifted off to sleep.



"I will fetch my children now." Maxamed looked around the guest bedroom, and then pressed his lips together. "I will call in two hours' time. If my wife still sleeps, I will take you up on your hospitality. There are no more demons in this house. She may rest at ease."

"Of course." Anushka nodded. "We'll take good care of her."

"Thank you." Maxamed turned for the door. He had to collect his equipment, drive over to his mother-in-law's house, take his children home, feed them, bathe them, and put them to bed. It was not father's work, but he could make do for one night. His wife deserved a good rest after what she'd accomplished.

~~

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Krishan marched up Mansion's front walk. He passed weeds and decomposing pavers. His twin, Shriya, walked quickly ahead of him. She wanted to call her boyfriend or something. Behind him the sounds of the school bus driving away faded. Krishan suddenly felt queasy as the ground shifted under him. He blinked his eyes and was no longer in the same place. He stopped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps, looking around in the gloom.

A chill ran down Krishan's spine. How had it gotten dark so quickly? He looked around to see that his initial take was wrong. Actually, he was in the same place. He stood on the front walk, but it was nighttime. The mansion belched out orange, glowing lights from its windows. Around him, instead of weeds, he could see flowers bobbing in the breeze.

"Out of the way, boy." A harsh man's voice split the silence behind Krishan. "The Lady's had an accident." The man shoved Krishan to the side.

"Who?" Krishan tripped and fell into the flowers. Now seated on his butt, Krishan watched the procession of several men hurrying up the walk. Down on the driveway, a horse whinnied, and Krishan noticed a black carriage waiting.

"Come with me, Krishan." A soft woman's voice carried on the evening air.

Nayanthara appeared before him, but she looked different. She wasn't pregnant, and she was cut, bruised, and bleeding. Krishan's palms went clammy at the sight of her. She walked up to him in her bustled dress and offered a bloodied, white hand to help him up.



"Nayan? What happened to you?" Krishan took her hand and was surprised to feel warmth as she squeezed his fingers and pulled him up.

"Nothing I wouldn't do again. A mother's duty, above all else, is to protect her loved ones from harm." Nayanthara brushed Krishan off. "There now. Let us walk. You do not want to see what those men bring forth in a few minutes." She took his hand again and pulled him down a path that led around the house.

"Where are we?" Krishan looked up at the Victorian detailing on the house above him. So intricate and brightly painted. It looked nothing like the faded façade he was used to.

"We're in the past, dearie." She led him toward a small, neatly trimmed rose bush. "I am not well, and this is the only place I may appear to you now."

"What do you need me to do?" Krishan stopped with Nayanthara at the rose bush and watched her delicately touch a red rose with her bloodied left hand. She wore no wedding ring.

"These roses were always my favorites." She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "Magical, don't you think?"

"Nayan" Krishan gave a cursory sniff. They did smell good. "I need you back with me in the present. How can I help you?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" She turned and regarded him with bloodshot eyes. "There is a woman sleeping in your guest bedroom. When she wakes, introduce her to your bludgeon. There would be much power for the house in her sacrifice." Nayanthara shook her head, the orange glow from the house's windows shining in her green eyes. "Vinay once again has rendered me low, but I have risen before. Do this for me and I will rise again."

"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" Krishan was afraid she'd just asked him to seduce a strange woman in their house.

"Entice her down the prurient path." Nayanthara became almost transparent. She leaned in and took another long smell of her favorite flower. "Do this for me or this may be our parting." She then faded into nothingness.

" Nayanthara?" Krishan spun around looking for any sign of her and found himself back in broad daylight. The rose bush was again overgrown and the house, as he looked at it, a shadow of its former glory. He took a deep breath to calm himself and smelled the beguiling scent of the roses. He wondered who he'd find in the guest bedroom.

~~

"Krish, come here a second. We have to talk." Anushka caught Krishan as he came home from school.

"Sure, Mom." Krishan had butterflies in his stomach thinking about what Nayanthara had asked him to do.

Anushka led Krishan into the library and closed the door behind them. She then told him about all the events of the afternoon. It was hard to give him the news that Nayanthara would no longer visit him. "I know you liked Nayanthara, so I'm sorry I have to tell you all this. But it's really for the best. Nayan wasn't a good influence."

"Nah, Mom. She's not gone for good." Krishan nodded his head earnestly.



"You're not hearing me, pumpkin. Mr. Samatar did tests with all his instruments. The house is now free."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan didn't want to argue.

"So, you're fine with saying goodbye to Nayanthara?"

"Sure."

"Well, then. Do you need some help with your thing?" Anushka blushed a little and looked down at the bulge in her son's pants.

"Not right now, Mom. Thanks." Krishan opened the door and looked back at Anushka. "I've got a lot of homework, maybe later. Bye."

"Really? I thought ..." But Anushka was talking to an empty doorway as Krishan fled. She shook her head. Teenagers were such mercurial beasts. Just yesterday, she'd thought Krishan would be constantly pestering her for sex. Now he seemed disinterested. Maybe he'd found another girl. Or maybe freeing the house of its spirits had returned the him to normal. Anushka reached up and hefted her large breasts. That didn't seem right. She dropped her breasts and headed out of the library. She'd need to check in on Catherine  soon.



~~

It was well past midnight when Krishan exited his bedroom. He'd waited for everyone to go to bed, and then given it a little extra time. Catherine  was still asleep in the guest bedroom. She'd only waken once that afternoon, to sip at some soup Anushka brought her.

The house slept along with its inhabitants. Silence filled the second-floor hall. Krishan crept past the unfurnished open living room on his left and the grand stairs to his right. He snuck past his parents' room and opened the door to the guest bedroom where Hansika and Karun had slept just a few nights ago. The thought of Hansika tugged at Krishan. He'd see her again soon, he assured himself. He slipped into the bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He flipped on the light.

There on the bed was Catherine  Samatar. She slept curled on her side on top of the covers, still wearing her hijab and full-cover dress. Krishan stepped up to the bed. How was this going to work? He stood there and prayed that Nayanthara would appear and help him, but of course she couldn't. He was doing this for her.

"Catherine" Krishan touched her shoulder and shook her gently. He really hoped she wouldn't scream when she woke up. "Wake up, please."



"Maxamed?" Catherine  blinked her eyes and stretched. She felt much better after all that sleep. Almost like charging up a battery. It took her a second to remember where she was. When she saw Krishan, she recoiled and moved to the other side of the bed. "What do you want, Krishan?" Her face softened. A sudden feeling of protectiveness for this young man flooded through her.

"Oh, good. You remember my name." Krishan smiled. "I ... well ... this is awkward." He looked into her almond shaped eyes. She was a beautiful woman.

"Where is your mother and father?" Catherine  realized her feet were bare and showing. She tucked them up under her dress.

"They're asleep. It's late." The butterflies in Krishan's stomach flapped harder as he tried to think how this might go. "So, you got rid of the ghosts, right?"

"Yes." Catherine  nodded, remembering. "Yes, the demons are gone."

"But I still have a problem."

"What is it?" Catherine  knew that she needed to take care of Krishan. That was the only clear thought in her mind.



"Well." Krishan unbuttoned his pants. "The ghosts changed me down there and it hasn't gone back to normal." Technically true. "Can you help?" He did need her help with it. He wasn't really lying.

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"Do not -" Catherine  gasped and lost all focus when the boy's massive thing flopped out. It was even more shocking when she realized that was his size while soft. Had the demons really done this to him? "Let me see it better."

The teenager shimmied closer to the bed, his enormous member hanging with two overripe balls dangling behind it.

"It is clearly unnatural." Catherine  moved across the bed to get a closer look. Without thinking, her hands darted out and took hold of it. It was so warm and solid. She squeezed it softly and admired its pliancy. "I'm not sure what I can do for you."

A phrase popped into Krishan's mind. "You need to draw the poison out, Mrs. Samatar."

"Yes." Catherine  watched her fingers move on the pale flesh. She stroked the penis slowly. "Draw the poison out." The thing swelled in her hands. She watched in amazement as it got bigger, and bigger. Until it was even larger than that godless, she'd used on herself. "It's incredible."



"Could you take off your head scarf?" Krishan was loathe to have her remove her hands from his dick, but he wanted to see what she had hidden under that scarf.

"I remove the hijab only for my husband." But even as she said those words, her right hand left the penis in front of her and pulled off her hijab. She shook out her wavy, black hair. She brought her hands back together on Krishan's thing and pumped harder. "Draw out the poison," she murmured.

"Wow. You're beautiful." Krishan stared down at her soft, feminine face as she worked him. He had no doubt that despite what the Samatars said, the house still had influence and power. And that Catherine  was under its spell. "It's a little dry. Can you put it in your mouth?"

"That is a thing I would only do for Maxamed. I would never -" But she was surprised to discover that what cut off her words was her lips locking around the head of that giant penis. She bobbed her head on it. She wanted desperately to protect this boy and please him any way she could. "Mmmmmppppphhhhhhh." She groaned around the penis.

"Sssshhhhhh." Krishan wove his fingers gently into her wavy hair. "My mom and dad are sleeping across the hall."

That thought sent a surge of panic through Catherine 's little body, but she didn't stop. She kept pumping him with her hands and her mouth.

Many minutes later, it occurred to Catherine  that this was the longest she'd ever spent pleasing a man. She hoped he would finish soon. But, at the same time, she thrilled to hear the soft grunts and moans her ministrations elicited.



"Mrs. Samatar ... I'm going to ... cum ..." Krishan tried to be as quiet as possible as he unloaded in the small, dark woman's mouth.

Hot, salty sperm filled Catherine 's mouth, bulging out her cheeks. And then she swallowed it down. And again and again. It was the tastiest, most fulfilling meal she'd ever had. In the past, she had thought Maxamed offered copious loads, but now that she'd experienced a flood, she realized her husband spurted only a trickle.

"Enough ... enough ..." After cumming, Krishan was a bit sensitive and Catherine  kept sucking and sucking. Gently pulling on her hair, he removed himself from her mouth. "Thank you, Mrs. Samatar."

"Call me ... Catherine ." Her small breasts rose and fell under her dress as she tried to catch her breath. "Is the poison out?" She never took her eyes off the monstrous beast as she sat back on the bed, her weight resting on her butt.

"I'm sorry, no." Krishan shook his head and gently pushed her onto her back. He could tell Nayanthara needed more. And, as he lifted Catherine 's dress to her waist and spread her legs, he needed more, too.

"Wait, wait, oooohhhhhhhhhhhh." Catherine  felt him pull her panties to the side and press that massive head against her opening. It slipped right in. Why was she so wet for someone other than her husband? She found herself willingly hunching her hips up against the teenager and placing her hands on his skinny butt. She pressed him into her and stifled a moan. "Slow, slow, slooowwwwwwww. I've never had anything this big."

"Okay." Krishan let his dick slip inch by inch into her tight pussy. She was so much smaller than Anushka and Hansika. He realized he was taller than her and he might even outweigh her. She felt so different wiggling under him.



Soon, he bottomed out and then got into a good pace sawing in and out of her pussy with long, easy strokes. He looked down at her contorted face, with his cum on her chin, and quickened the pace a little. He had just enough experience now to know she was about to cum.

"Krishan ... Krishan ... oooohhhhhh. What is happening to meeeeeeeeee?" Catherine  opened her legs further and her hips convulsed as he hit some deep spot inside her she hadn't known about until that very moment. Who knew pleasing a man could be so wonderful for the woman?

"Ssshhhhhh." Krishan put a hand over her mouth to quiet her as she moaned through her orgasm.

"I thought ... I was ... caring for you ... but you treat me ... like a queen." Catherine 's words were muffled by Krishan's fingers. She surrendered the last bit of resistance and let the humping teenager do with her as he willed.



"Sure ... just keep it down ... okay?" Krishan removed his hand from her mouth and put both hands under her and grabbed her tight ass for leverage.

"Ow, ow, ow." Catherine  pushed at his shoulders. "Too deep."

"Sorry." Krishan stopped his hips. "How's this?" He started his motion up again, going very slow.

Catherine  nodded up at him.

"And this?" He moved a little faster.

"It is good."

"And ... this?" Krishan now slammed into her with long, powerful strokes.

"I can ... uh ... uh ... take it." Catherine  nodded up at her blue-eyed paramour. "You're making me ... have ... another one." She shuddered out another orgasm.

Catherine  didn't know how much time passed, but it was three or four of her mind-shattering orgasms later when she felt Krishan begin to tremble on top of her.



"Gonna cum ... again." Sweat dripped down Krishan's face. His hips smashed into her hips over and over again. The mattress dipped under them with each thrust. The bed squeaked, making too much noise. But Krishan couldn't stop himself.

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"Not -" But Catherine  never got to say inside me. She felt the eruption in her vagina and it carried her off on her most intense orgasm yet. When she arrived back in the here and now, they lay motionless in bed, Krishan breathing heavily on top of her.

"You're amazing ... Catherine ." Krishan smiled down at her.

Catherine  stared in wonder up into his blue eyes. "You are ... a force of nature." Much to her disbelief, Krishan's hips started moving again, his penis sliding inside her once more. "I did not ... banish all the demons ... did I?" Catherine  looked up at him with wide eyes. She raised her feet high in the air to give him better access to her vagina.



"I hope not." Krishan's dick made unsettling sounds as Catherine 's pussy squelched with their cum.

"You can't release inside again." Catherine  leaned her head back and tried not to moan. "I could get pregnant."

"Sure thing." Krishan humped away at the some one's wife.

Silently, from the other side of the room, Nayanthara watched the mating pair. Her white smile was full of motherly warmth. Her freckled face was whole and unbroken, but she wasn't quite back to her old self. Not yet. She rubbed her tummy out of habit and found the flatness there discomfiting. She did her best to hide the sounds of sex from the rest of the house, tucking this room away for the time being. She watched the wife fall to her handsome boy and silently cheered him on when he dumped a second load inside her some time later.



The world was back on its axis. And with any luck, Nayanthara would be back to full strength soon. She faded away as Krishan rolled off Catherine .

"I cannot believe that happened. Give me your shirt." Catherine 's vagina was still pulsing with pleasure.

"Okay." Krishan took off his shirt and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Catherine  balled it up and placed it between her legs. His stuff was already leaking out of her. "You better return to your bedroom."

"Yeah, good idea." He hopped off the bed and pulled on his pants. "When can I see you again?"

"You cannot." Catherine  looked up at him from her position lying on the bed, holding the shirt between her legs. Her dress still bunched around her waist. Her black hair formed a halo around her head on the blanket. "I need to get cleaned. And then I will leave this house and never return."



"Really?" Krishan looked around the room. He saw no sign that Nayanthara had returned. Had this been a failure?

"However I may feel toward you, this house cannot tempt me away from my husband. From my life. I will walk home in the dark this night and never return. I will -" The bed shook as Krishan jumped back on the bed next to her. She looked at him in surprise.

"I'm sorry, you just look so pretty." He kissed her, gently nibbling on her bottom lip.

She tried to push him away, but soon she was eagerly sucking on his tongue. Not long after that, she was riding him with vacant eyes and slack jaw. It was almost dawn when they finally finished mating.



Krishan left her to return to his room, and Catherine  did her best to clean up the mess. She was too tired to leave for home when she was done, so just as the sun came up, she set her head down on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

END OF Session 1

[PANNIRUVAEL KHAI]

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BIG DAD OF LOVE NEST

"Love Nest" was a 3-storey small Apartment having 3 floors, and each floor containing 3 numbers of flats. This Apartment was just far away from the madding crowd, and situated in a corner place, away from the main street in a calm and quiet place and occupied by middle class family people. The Apartment was occupied by a total of 15 numbers of families, 3 Flats in each floor. As the living culture prevalent in Metros, the neighbour occupants were not closely knitted, hardly knew each other nor they bothered about each other as everyone was busy, no time for each other. But the difference was in floors where occupants of 3 numbers of flats were living like a close family, sharing each other's problems, and standing for each other at the time of need and crisis, which was a close bond, developed and existed amongst them.


The first floor was occupied by Mr. Sukumar Sen in the centre flat, which was slightly bigger than the other two flats located in its left and right side. His flat had 3 Bedrooms whereas other two flats had 2 Bedrooms. He was an Aeronautics Engineer of Govt.of India; a senior person aged 54 years was living with his wife. His only married son was living in the USA and Luck smiled on him recently. He was invited by NASA for a research job for 6 years in Washington DC after scrutiny of his vast experience and seniority in the field. He got the immediate permission from Govt.of India for this research job.


His left flat was occupied by Mr. Tapas das, aged 50 years, who was a Chartered Accountant (CA) in New Delhi in a Big Corporate House. He was so busy that his work would leave him no spare time for his family, and he would often visit once in 4 months to see his family. His family consisted of his second wife Asin, aged 34 years, Tappan, a young boy of 19 years who was just admitted in college, his youngest daughter still in school, studying in 9th standard.






The right flat adjunct to Mr. Sukumar was occupied by Mr. Saurav, aged 48 years, was an employee of a Shipping company. Throughout the year, he would remain in the sea as his ship would move in different ports of the world, most of the time in Singapore and in Hong Kong. He would visit the home once or twice in a year. His family consisted of his wife Anushka, aged 38 years, Nivetha his eldest daughter was studying in 11th standard, and  his youngest daughter of 14 years was studying in 9th standard. Amongst children, since Daughter of Saurav  and Daughter of Mr. Tapas Chatterjee was studying in the same class, in the same school, naturally they were very bosom friends.





Nivetha was an adult teen girl just going to step in adulthood, was just maintaining a little distance from these two girls, but with sisterly guidance. Tappan, the adult boy of 19 years was Boss of all children, and all of them were regarding him as their elder brother.





In absence of Mr. Tapas and Mr. Saurav , Mr. Sukumar  was the only senior Male figure on the first floor. All the other family Heads and Ladies were addressing Mr. Sukumar Sen as Dada (Elder Brother) and children were fondly calling him Baba (Father figure). Mr. Sukumar Sen was very wealthy in comparison to these two families, an honest and simple person, and he was like a guardian figure on the floor in absence of Male heads of the other two families.


The typical nature of a middle-class family , particularly the nature of a lady in the family was to save money as much as possible when opportunity comes, and to extract maximum benefit from a simple person by sugar coated tongue. Both Asin and Anushka were in competition with each other for extracting maximum from Mr. Sukumarby, inviting him for lunch and Dinner and offering cups of tea every day. The good man was spending lavishly for these two families by way of presenting various gifts to these two families and allowing these two families to use his household materials. Sometimes, he would loan money to Asin and Anushka, but he would forget, and the recovery could not be made in future.



Today, Mr. Sukumar and his wife would leave for the USA for 6 years. It was a shocking moment for both the family members. With sad faces and broken hearts, everybody had congregated in the open space of the first floor to bid farewell to the kind-hearted couple. Both the families were aware of the fact of what they were losing. The atmosphere was quiet, sombre, and tearful.


Asin along with her children was standing beside her husband Mr. Tapas.


Mr. Tapas started saying in a very soft tone, "Dada, (Elder Brother) wishes you a happy journey. You were the guardian of this floor during our absence. We will be missing you very much."


Anushka, standing beside her husband Mr. Sourav started sobbing and said, "We cannot think of living here without you, and your presence would be felt more during absence of our husbands."


Asin asked, "Dada, who would be staying in your vacant flat?"


Mr. Sukumar looked intently to everybody and felt the pang, respect, and love in their heart towards him.


He addressed to everybody, "Listen, my entire dear loved one, I appreciate your love and affection to me, but don't worry. God is always great. My childhood friend Mr. Krishna Murthi has been transferred here as a Manager in a Bank. He is of my age, very nice, simple, docile, and a helpful gentleman. He belongs to a very wealthy family. He is a widower, but his son and daughters are married and settled. He will retire from the service after 6 years when I return from the USA. Till such time, he will be with you. Since he will be staying alone in my flat, I request the ladies of both the families to take care of him. During the absence of Mr. Tapas and Mr. Sourav, my friend Mr. Krishna Murthi will be a best guardian to these two families, and he will be a father as well as brother figure to both the families. "


The both families heaved a sigh of relief.


Within a week both of Mr. Tapas and Mr. Saurav left for their respective working places and the two families were left alone and waiting eagerly for the arrival of the new occupant.


Mr. Krishna Murthi  was 6 feet in height, aged 54 years. He was very strong and masculine in physical appearance, and even at this age, he had broad shoulders and chest, long, wide arms and palms. He was fair in colour, had thick hair and moustache in his face which was grey. His physical appearance was like a Youngman of 30 years. Since as per tradition, he married at an early age of 20 years, and now his two daughters and only one son were married and settled in their lives. He had 3 grand sons and a granddaughter. He was a very wealthy person having huge landed property in his village. He had three buildings. Just for passing his time, he joined a Bank as an officer, and now he was the Manager, and transferred here. He was always in touch with his childhood friend Mr. Sukumar . When Krishna Murthi apprised Sukumar of his transfer, Sukumar offered him his flat for accommodation as he was leaving for the USA. Krishna Murthi was a widower as he lost his wife 10 years ago who died due to heart problems. Now, he was a loner, and had no women in his life for the last 10 years. He was very vigour and vitality in his sex life but after death of his wife, he had controlled his biological needs by way of Yoga and meditation. The most extraordinary quality of him was that he held a degree of Doctor in Homeopathy, well versed in Homeopathy treatment and for this purpose, he had a leather kit containing all types of Homeopathy medicines, secondly, he had a thick and enormous dick of 9th inch long.


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It was a bright sunny afternoon on Sunday. Krishna Murthi reached the "Love Nest" Apartment. He climbed up the staircase leading to upper floors. There was no need to use Elevator as it was on the first floor and could be reached easily by climbing the staircase. He reached the floor and found an Iron grill securely locked at the entrance to the first floor. He appreciated the security. He put his thumb on the calling bell.


Anushka, the 38 years old housewife of Mr. Sourav was sitting leisurely and was watching TV when she heard the bell. She came outside to see the unexpected visitor at this odd hour. She found a tall, aged gentleman of heavy personality, carrying a briefcase.



Krishna Murthi was also stunned to find the beautiful lady in front of him. She was gorgeous, had an amazing figure, fair complexion, had a height of around 5'8″, and long silky hairs. She had a slender waist, the bends of her hips were so voluptuous that you would feel as if it had been carved out of marble by the creator who sculpted out of care, and Krishna Murthi felt that as if some potter sculpted a vessel from raw clay. The bends of her hips, the fullness of her bosom was reminiscent of the idea of perfections. As she was fixing her hair, with those long slender arms, her navel naked for the world to view, her sari dbangd so holistically, that the curves of her body became prominent by the red and black sari which complemented her lucid cream-based colour. The glistening skin and the colour of cream almost that of milk chocolate, infused with a hint of cocoa was strikingly balancing the redness of her sari, which was enough to give heart aches to anybody, as it surely caused his heart to skip a few beats. The white cup of Bra and straps could be easily visible through black transparent blouse, and Krishna Murthi guessed that she must have rounded erect boobs of 36 sizes.


That was the best way Krishna Murthi could describe in his mind.


Oh! My god the beauty, Krishna Murthi was mesmerized.


"Yes, what do you want? "asked Anushka smilingly, showing her pearls of white prominent teeth between two petals of lascivious lips.


"I am Krishna Murthi," replied Krishna Murthi with a wide smile.



"Ohhh, My God, please come in. You are most welcome, "said Anushka, and opened the lock of the Grill.


She ushered him into her flat and indicated him to sit on the sofa in the small open space which served as a Drawing room cum dining space.


"I am Anushka, your next neighbour on the left side. Dada (Sukumar) has handed over me the key of the flat which I have to hand over to you, "said Anushka politely.


She called her two daughters, the eldest daughter, Nivetha and youngest daughter shriya for introduction. The two Daughters came and touched the feet of Krishna Murthi. He blessed both the girls by touching their heads. Both daughters were beautiful. Anushka offered him a plate of snacks and a cup of tea. Then Anushka started telling all about her family, particularly about her husband, daughters, and thanked him for his early arrival so that they would not be left alone.


In the meantime, Asin, the other neighbour lady heard the commotion in the neighbour flat and discovered the fact of arrival of Krishna Murthi. She immediately rushed, introduced herself to Krishna Murthi, and invited him to her flat for lunch.


There was always an underlying competition between these two ladies, Anushka and Asin from the inception to exploit Sukumar, and now they wanted to impress Krishna Murthi who was the new occupant.