04-06-2020, 06:39 PM
NOTE:
Some of you might feel they have read this part somewhere on internet. But as per my knowledge this part posted somewhere on internet was incomplete. May be I have rewrote the part and forgotten. In any case, I want you all to read this part. I am sure not many of you have read it completely. Thanks
Part XIII
“What was that? Was that thunder”, I thought after coming to sense hearing some very loud voice. I was not able to see anything. Firstly, it was quite dark around, and on top of that, my eyes were heavy. I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. And suddenly I heard –
“No please..”
“Why not..”
And huge silent… only thunder and storms playing background music.
A man’s voice? I was not able to comprehend. I was sure about feminine voice of mummy’s but that man’s familiar voice… Has dad returned? I thought still struggling to open my eyes.
“Aren’t you satisfied by spoiling my life? Why don’t you just leave me?”, it was mummys irritating voice along with sobbing.
“I am not your husband to leave you.. I am your….SWAMIJI.” that sharp voice resonated in my ear.
It’s him? The man who ruined our happy family is again pushing himself on mummy? The series of questions was just started to build up into mind, when suddenly lightening of a thunder gave me quick visibility and I was stunned..
I was on my bed itself. And there was he, that bastard, sitting at edge of bed hardly 2 feet from me. Yes, I was pretty sure he was nobody else but swamiji even though his back was at me. And the womanly figure sitting beside him would be mummy for sure.
“Do you even know what swamiji means?”, mummy was restless.
“The one who always stay behind his bhakts… love his bhakts”, swamiji’s witty comment probably followed by lusty touch as I started noticing eagar sighs --- “aahhhhhaaaa…..” from swamiji and reluctant “naahh.. leave me” from mummy.
“Hey. Arpita… Putri… Please…. Please satisfy me… I tried to control too much. But I cannot anymore. You don’t know how much nights I have spend sleepless thinking about you… common Arpita.. Quench my thirst…”, He had probably grabbed her.
“Just leave me… ”, Mummy was protesting.
“Please Arpita.. Just once… This time only… Please… Had I gave any trouble over these 4-5 months? But today I am so horny, I would die if I don’t get you tonight.” His voice seemed too aroused.
<light…light>
I noticed he had grabbed mummy and his beard face is very near her face, atleast rubbing her face if not kissing.
<dark…dark>
“Hey.. listen Putri…”, He was convincing her while mummy’s constant oppose was evident through noise of her bangles and repetition of nos.
“Just listen me… I will make everything like before… I promise.. Just..”
“What you can do? Can you bring my husband back? Will he ever accept me?”, Mummy was crying.
“Why not? Definitely he will accept you. If you follow whatever I say.”, He further continued, “ I will take responsibility of this child. I will took it from hospital itself. You don’t worry at all. And your family will be conveyed that you had abortion.”
“What…”, Mummy almost yelled.
“Listen.. Listen.. This is the only way. Your husband will not accept you with this kid isn’t? But he will accept you if he comes to know about abortion. Only if…”, He stopped.
“Only if what?”, Mummy seemed to be coming under spell of swamiji.
“Only if he loves you as much as you claim.”, Swamiji said.
“He does..”, my mummy’s confident words...
“Then there is nothing to worry Arpita… Everything will be fine. If it’s me who caused this trouble, I will take the responsibility but please.. now…”, Swamiji pleaded.
There was silent for some time..
The bed made cracking noise. I guess they have been stood up.
“Please Arpita… Please”, Swamiji’s voice was lowered.
“Aditya is sleeping..”, Mummy
“He is sleeping too deep. He had Prasad isn’t he?”, His voice showed his joy.
“But Swamiji I am pregnant.”, Mummy
“It’s my child, too Beti? How can I let it hurt?”, Swamiji
<light… light>
I saw them standing face to face only couple of feet away from bed. As they were standing between window and bed, I could not see their face clearly but I perceived their figures and silhouette clearly; despite I was feeling sleepy.
Mummy was in sleeveless gown, which she used to wear in bedroom only; that too, behind my Grandma. Her proportionate, lustrous figure showed up through her thin gown, Swamiji’s arms sliding around her slender waist and both figures were coming closer, as if merging into one as the room again lost in darkness.
<dark... dark>
-------------
Those grunts… those ringing bangles and sighs… I could guess all that was happening there… When the flash lit, they were in each other’s arm, tightly embraced… with mummy’s beautiful face in his hand, he had bent over and kissing her… passionately… while mummy held his shoulders.
He moved towards bed, without breaking his smooching and mummy mechanically moved along him… his hands now left mummy’s face and chained around her waist and started pulling her even closer… He broke the kiss but only to shower love all over her face, throat and shoulders… As his lips put love stamps there and bite lovingly on her left shoulder, mummy sighed; and her hands on his shoulders went to his back to embrace him…
“Arpita… my love…” I could hear his moan in the dark; very close to bed…
“Not on bed… Aditya is sleeping here…” Mummy’s voice.
“So what?...,” Swamiji convinced her along with noisy kissing…
And then there was a big thunder…... And the room was full of light… mummy hold swamiji tightly with fear… and swamiji caressed her back standing at the edge of bed itself…
“Don’t worry putri…. I am here to take care of you…” He kissed her lovingly and held her to his chest...
I could not see them but could hear their hissess. And the nature was playing music score at background. Heavy raining along with thunders was making noise; and in between lightning was showcasing essence of their lovemaking.
I saw her standing at bed with closed eyes, holding bed pole… her lips was shivering and one of her gown strap was down and swamiji was picking up her gown from backside…
“Ummm aaaaaaaah….” Mummy’s moan… and it again darkened.
“Damn… I want to see you Arpita…” Swamiji said and moved away from bed.
He was making some arrangement and I was confused until he lit the yagnya kund at the center of floor… Now room glowed up with mild, golden light. I could now see them much better than earlier.
Mummy was standing there only, still holding bed-pole with both of her hand.. She was very tensed… Swamiji again approached her and stuck to her from back… his black hands was roaming on mummy’s fair, soft sleeves and he bite her ear… playfully..
He again raised her gown and revealed her ass chicks… So beautiful she was looking with just a thin black panty to protect her womanhood… I again felt helpless … Swamiji handed that raised gown to her and rubbed his face on her stunning ass chicks… They were getting adored by swamiji now.. He planted several kisses on her full, soft hip as his hands massaged those bums both with lust and disbelief.
“Wow.. matrutva (pregnancy) has worked wonder on your bottom.. They are now even more fleshy...,” He licked off leaving there trail of his saliva and mummy kept moaning… he put his head to rest on one of her ass and his other hand pulled her panty down. Mummy obediently raised her legs to ease his work.
“Woow…. Your womanhood… for one more time it is mine…,” his eyes glittered in lust as he spread her ass cheeks. Surely he would have got nice view of mummy’s vagina. He hungrily put mouth to it and started sucking..
“Aaaaaaah...noooooooo… what are you doing?..” mummy moaned….
But swamij didn’t feel that question worthy answering. He went on sucking it.. His grunts, his moans were accompanied by hisses and puppy moans of mummy.
“Swamijiiii...aaaaaaaaaah….ouuuuuuuuuch mmmmmmm… please….”
“Putri…. Don’t stop me….. I am really thirsty ” he somehow managed to say and again started his work… Mummy was restless like fish without water. Her whole body was glittering in sweat despite there was so much cold in air.
Her hands were rubbing cluelessly on pole and her face showed same weird expression that I had seen when swamiji had her in his ashram.
Then, to my surprise, one of her hand moved back and started caressing swamiji’s head...
“Please swamiji… aaaaaaaah.. I can’t……..ummmmmmmmmmmmm…. I just...aaaaaah….can’t bear….please…” she was moaning..
Swamiji started giving noisy licks with his extraordinary long tongue… and mummy shivered… closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.
“Ummmm you taste so good putri...aaaaaah my love… feed me your juice darling… quench my thirst my love… please…” he moaned and attacked her more aggressively until she collapsed on bed.
Some of you might feel they have read this part somewhere on internet. But as per my knowledge this part posted somewhere on internet was incomplete. May be I have rewrote the part and forgotten. In any case, I want you all to read this part. I am sure not many of you have read it completely. Thanks
Part XIII
“What was that? Was that thunder”, I thought after coming to sense hearing some very loud voice. I was not able to see anything. Firstly, it was quite dark around, and on top of that, my eyes were heavy. I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. And suddenly I heard –
“No please..”
“Why not..”
And huge silent… only thunder and storms playing background music.
A man’s voice? I was not able to comprehend. I was sure about feminine voice of mummy’s but that man’s familiar voice… Has dad returned? I thought still struggling to open my eyes.
“Aren’t you satisfied by spoiling my life? Why don’t you just leave me?”, it was mummys irritating voice along with sobbing.
“I am not your husband to leave you.. I am your….SWAMIJI.” that sharp voice resonated in my ear.
It’s him? The man who ruined our happy family is again pushing himself on mummy? The series of questions was just started to build up into mind, when suddenly lightening of a thunder gave me quick visibility and I was stunned..
I was on my bed itself. And there was he, that bastard, sitting at edge of bed hardly 2 feet from me. Yes, I was pretty sure he was nobody else but swamiji even though his back was at me. And the womanly figure sitting beside him would be mummy for sure.
“Do you even know what swamiji means?”, mummy was restless.
“The one who always stay behind his bhakts… love his bhakts”, swamiji’s witty comment probably followed by lusty touch as I started noticing eagar sighs --- “aahhhhhaaaa…..” from swamiji and reluctant “naahh.. leave me” from mummy.
“Hey. Arpita… Putri… Please…. Please satisfy me… I tried to control too much. But I cannot anymore. You don’t know how much nights I have spend sleepless thinking about you… common Arpita.. Quench my thirst…”, He had probably grabbed her.
“Just leave me… ”, Mummy was protesting.
“Please Arpita.. Just once… This time only… Please… Had I gave any trouble over these 4-5 months? But today I am so horny, I would die if I don’t get you tonight.” His voice seemed too aroused.
<light…light>
I noticed he had grabbed mummy and his beard face is very near her face, atleast rubbing her face if not kissing.
<dark…dark>
“Hey.. listen Putri…”, He was convincing her while mummy’s constant oppose was evident through noise of her bangles and repetition of nos.
“Just listen me… I will make everything like before… I promise.. Just..”
“What you can do? Can you bring my husband back? Will he ever accept me?”, Mummy was crying.
“Why not? Definitely he will accept you. If you follow whatever I say.”, He further continued, “ I will take responsibility of this child. I will took it from hospital itself. You don’t worry at all. And your family will be conveyed that you had abortion.”
“What…”, Mummy almost yelled.
“Listen.. Listen.. This is the only way. Your husband will not accept you with this kid isn’t? But he will accept you if he comes to know about abortion. Only if…”, He stopped.
“Only if what?”, Mummy seemed to be coming under spell of swamiji.
“Only if he loves you as much as you claim.”, Swamiji said.
“He does..”, my mummy’s confident words...
“Then there is nothing to worry Arpita… Everything will be fine. If it’s me who caused this trouble, I will take the responsibility but please.. now…”, Swamiji pleaded.
There was silent for some time..
The bed made cracking noise. I guess they have been stood up.
“Please Arpita… Please”, Swamiji’s voice was lowered.
“Aditya is sleeping..”, Mummy
“He is sleeping too deep. He had Prasad isn’t he?”, His voice showed his joy.
“But Swamiji I am pregnant.”, Mummy
“It’s my child, too Beti? How can I let it hurt?”, Swamiji
<light… light>
I saw them standing face to face only couple of feet away from bed. As they were standing between window and bed, I could not see their face clearly but I perceived their figures and silhouette clearly; despite I was feeling sleepy.
Mummy was in sleeveless gown, which she used to wear in bedroom only; that too, behind my Grandma. Her proportionate, lustrous figure showed up through her thin gown, Swamiji’s arms sliding around her slender waist and both figures were coming closer, as if merging into one as the room again lost in darkness.
<dark... dark>
-------------
Those grunts… those ringing bangles and sighs… I could guess all that was happening there… When the flash lit, they were in each other’s arm, tightly embraced… with mummy’s beautiful face in his hand, he had bent over and kissing her… passionately… while mummy held his shoulders.
He moved towards bed, without breaking his smooching and mummy mechanically moved along him… his hands now left mummy’s face and chained around her waist and started pulling her even closer… He broke the kiss but only to shower love all over her face, throat and shoulders… As his lips put love stamps there and bite lovingly on her left shoulder, mummy sighed; and her hands on his shoulders went to his back to embrace him…
“Arpita… my love…” I could hear his moan in the dark; very close to bed…
“Not on bed… Aditya is sleeping here…” Mummy’s voice.
“So what?...,” Swamiji convinced her along with noisy kissing…
And then there was a big thunder…... And the room was full of light… mummy hold swamiji tightly with fear… and swamiji caressed her back standing at the edge of bed itself…
“Don’t worry putri…. I am here to take care of you…” He kissed her lovingly and held her to his chest...
I could not see them but could hear their hissess. And the nature was playing music score at background. Heavy raining along with thunders was making noise; and in between lightning was showcasing essence of their lovemaking.
I saw her standing at bed with closed eyes, holding bed pole… her lips was shivering and one of her gown strap was down and swamiji was picking up her gown from backside…
“Ummm aaaaaaaah….” Mummy’s moan… and it again darkened.
“Damn… I want to see you Arpita…” Swamiji said and moved away from bed.
He was making some arrangement and I was confused until he lit the yagnya kund at the center of floor… Now room glowed up with mild, golden light. I could now see them much better than earlier.
Mummy was standing there only, still holding bed-pole with both of her hand.. She was very tensed… Swamiji again approached her and stuck to her from back… his black hands was roaming on mummy’s fair, soft sleeves and he bite her ear… playfully..
He again raised her gown and revealed her ass chicks… So beautiful she was looking with just a thin black panty to protect her womanhood… I again felt helpless … Swamiji handed that raised gown to her and rubbed his face on her stunning ass chicks… They were getting adored by swamiji now.. He planted several kisses on her full, soft hip as his hands massaged those bums both with lust and disbelief.
“Wow.. matrutva (pregnancy) has worked wonder on your bottom.. They are now even more fleshy...,” He licked off leaving there trail of his saliva and mummy kept moaning… he put his head to rest on one of her ass and his other hand pulled her panty down. Mummy obediently raised her legs to ease his work.
“Woow…. Your womanhood… for one more time it is mine…,” his eyes glittered in lust as he spread her ass cheeks. Surely he would have got nice view of mummy’s vagina. He hungrily put mouth to it and started sucking..
“Aaaaaaah...noooooooo… what are you doing?..” mummy moaned….
But swamij didn’t feel that question worthy answering. He went on sucking it.. His grunts, his moans were accompanied by hisses and puppy moans of mummy.
“Swamijiiii...aaaaaaaaaah….ouuuuuuuuuch mmmmmmm… please….”
“Putri…. Don’t stop me….. I am really thirsty ” he somehow managed to say and again started his work… Mummy was restless like fish without water. Her whole body was glittering in sweat despite there was so much cold in air.
Her hands were rubbing cluelessly on pole and her face showed same weird expression that I had seen when swamiji had her in his ashram.
Then, to my surprise, one of her hand moved back and started caressing swamiji’s head...
“Please swamiji… aaaaaaaah.. I can’t……..ummmmmmmmmmmmm…. I just...aaaaaah….can’t bear….please…” she was moaning..
Swamiji started giving noisy licks with his extraordinary long tongue… and mummy shivered… closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.
“Ummmm you taste so good putri...aaaaaah my love… feed me your juice darling… quench my thirst my love… please…” he moaned and attacked her more aggressively until she collapsed on bed.
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