Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Mintu08]

Chapter 28

Next morning :

Pallavi had just woken up with a yawn when suddenly she noticed a presence near the bed. She rubbed her eyes to notice it was none other than Subosree!

"Subu! What a surprise. What brings you here?" Pallavi got down the bed, while Subosree softly touched her hand and purred...

"Boudi, not here...can we talk in the balcony?"

"Um sure Subu!" Pallavi cooed back.

Both the girls reached the balcony and within a moment of a strange silence, Subosree hugged Pallavi firmly and the hug was almost that of a 'Long lost bestie' hug!

"Subu...hey what happened?" Pallavi hugged back and when they broke the embrace, Subosree began her confession....

"Boudi! I was wrong and naive all these days!!! I forgot the reality and had gone against you for dadabhai, but alas! Ll...last night I ummm saw hh....."

"Hush! Don't say further! I know what you had seen! Yes, that is the reality shona! But she is your didibhai now!!!! Silly girl, now atleast correct yourself!"

Subosree felt weird but she still cooed...."I wonder if I can call him...errr...her that!"

"Accha? So innocent are you hnmmm?" Pallavi used a mischievous tone and then she took the conversation to a portion which took Subosree by surprise!

"What do you mean boudi?" Subosree hissed. 

"Oh! Don't act so oblivious Subu! The other day I noticed the Macho Squad magazine missing from my bed and I knew it was surely you who had sneaked it out! Naughty girl!!"

"Uh I....no boudi!!!" Subosree flushed red on her cheeks and she bit her lip as a caught culprit. But Pallavi decided to pull some more legs. She caught hold of the chin of her ex-nanad and made her make eye contact with her, while she hissed...

"The men were hot, weren't they?" 

"Uhmm boudi....I...."

"Just say yes or no!" 

"Ummmmmm y...es!" 

"Tell me one more thing honestly!"

"Um what boudi?"

"Was your dadabhai even remotely closer to those men?" 

That is when the moment stopped and Subosree gazed at Pallavi with open wide eyes. She couldn't believe the conversation could reach this level, but she couldn't help but admit the dark reality that her dadabhai was nowhere near the macho men in the magazine. But, as the always-loyal sister she felt embarassed to admit it and therefore she just managed to pout...

"Uhmmmm....those are Pehelwan types boudi!! Dadabhai wasn't that kind of...."

"Not Man enough!!! Say it openly Subu!!" Pallavi cooed shamelessly to the young girl who again looked down with reddened cheeks. 

"And trust me Subu dear! Women deserve strong alpha men to hold them firm, to protect them and to pleasure them to the highest level! Look at me carefully!!! I am famished since the day of my Suhagraat!! Your dadabhai didn't feed a droplet of his passion inside me and here I am, yearning for gallons of drops inside my empty pot!! Do I deserve this Subu? Tell me!! Answer me!"

The brutal but honest words sent a mighty slap to Subosree's ego and her soul at the same time and she sighed and held the grill of the balcony, looking outside, ashamed to look further into Pallavi's eyes, which were still wide with hidden agony. 

"Ummmm boudi, I.... It's so crazy and insane...." Subosree felt a spin on her head. Her brain neurons were rewiring themselves in a way that she never quite expected, but just the a gentle touch on her shoulders from Pallavi got her back to reality again.

"Subu, I know you are having a hard time accepting the reality, but you are a smart girl! I know you will move on!"

Subosree sighed and decided to accept things as they are. She turned towards her boudi and hugged her warmly once more, with a small purr...

"Boudi, sorry to be mean to you all these days!" 

Pallavi broke the hug and playfully slapped the cheek of her nanad, cooeing...

"Silly! I am no longer your boudi. Call me didi from now on!!" 

Subosree blushed for sometime and then excused herself out of the room and just before she could leave the threshold, she looked towards Pallavi and murmured like a kid at a candy store..."Okay Palo didi!!!"

Pallavi smiled and then mischievously wondered how Debosree will react to Subosree's change of mind. Despite having no negative intentions, Pallavi did enjoy the subtle humiliation of her ex-husband in a way, but she hated to admit it. 

On the other hand, Debosree woke up to greet the eyes of her sweet sister Subosree who had a warm smile on her face. The smile was genuine but still seemed unfamiliar to the Bobby. 

"Morning Subu....yaawnnnnnn....." Debosree pouted, while Subosree began the day with an unexpected bang!

"Morning didibhai!" The cute girl cooed with her puppy like tone.

"Subu??....uh...not you too!" Debosree felt a jolt pass her heart when Subosree used the term directly. But the young girl just touched the shoulder and softly pouted...

"It's okay didibhai, I am happy for you and Palu didi too!!"

"Palu didi? So she has accepted the reality too...hmmmph!" Debosree whined in her mind.

Later, Subosree helped Debosree to wear a simple saree and this time having it done by her young sister made the Bobby feel a bit embarassed for sure, but she also saw how Subosree found it perfectly alright and had a smile on her face when she finally dbangd the pallu over the shoulder.

"You look beautiful didibhai! Trust me.... I don't have any complains with Palo didi anymore!" 

Subosree hugged Debosree from back and sweetly nuzzled her cheeks with her's. The sweet Innocent nuzzling from the girl comforted the Bobby and she found it to be sort of endearing, but she still couldn't smile. All she could think of was...

"I hope Subu didn't notice my awful horny behaviour last night! Damnit....why is my body reacting so feminine already!!"

Later both sisters joined Promila and Pallavi on the breakfast table, while Promila stopped both her ex-bahu and her ex-son both all of a sudden! 

"What happened maa?" Subosree purred.

"Subu, both your elder didis will now learn to serve first! Like propper and prim wives! Go on, begin now!"

Promila sat like a commander in brief and Pallavi blushed looking down in the reminder that she would be a demure wife once more.

A whole new house! 

A whole new state! 

A whole new sasural!

And ofcoarse, the arms and the security of a hunk husband!

Debosree on the other hand protested...."maa!!! I am not a bahu yet!!! Urghh...can we just avoid this roleplay??"

"No!!" Promila almost raised her voice and Debosree's face flushed white for a bit. The tone of her mother sounded a bit like Mrs Kulkarni herself. But the fact was Promila was so smitten by the majestic aura of the robust Marathi woman that she herself wanted to behave a bit like her at this moment and therefore she sat straight and commanded the two again..

"Quick!! Subu, you will give a review to both your didis on how well they performed!! Okay?" 

Subosree was amazed at the sudden dominant behaviour of her mother, but decided to play along and she purred...."ummmm okay maa!" 

Debosree felt a jolt again passing through her body when she noticed how Subosree suddenly changed in terms of behaviour compared to before. But then, she too had to accept the fact that the reality wasn't the same anymore. Her silent mind again jumped with a bit of rage when the very next moment Pallavi touched her hand and cooed...

"Common Debu, maa is waiting!!"

"Hmmmmm.." Promila still sat straight and noticed how quickly Pallavi served the plates and the glasses, but Debosree too managed to pace up and imitate her ex-wife. Back as a man, she never served nor did any kitchen work and therefore she was likely to be slower compared to Pallavi. Even Subosree and Promila was aware of this.

However Subosree was all together in a different zone of her mind. The crude words from Neelima appeared in her mind as she noticed the sway of Debosree's buttocks through the saree, the slight sensual hip movement as she hurried with the food and utensils on the table. The girl couldn't believe the capability of the Bobby agency to transform a man into such a normal woman. Also, she noticed how much more curvy Debosree was compared to the slim Pallavi. 

Anyhow, when the serving was done, both Debosree and Pallavi were about to sit when Promila again commanded...

"Not yet! In the sasural, you can't sit until your sasuma doesn't allow!"

Debosree sighed in rage while Pallavi felt a minor orgasm building inside her. She wasn't sure which zone of sexual thrill this belonged to, but with shame, she remained standing and asked...

"Will I have to obey everytime mamuni??" 

"Yes! Each and everything!" Promila replied.

"You mean behave like a demure submissive housewife and serve the people, the non Bengali members...ummm mamu..ni?"

"Yes! Both of you have to obey their customs! The family is so nice, so dominant...uhmmm sorry, I mean...so dignified..."

Promila herself blushed when she used the word 'Dominant'. She remembered a brief dream she had last night and she wouldn't even dare share it with either of her daughters...

Flashback - Last night, Promila's brief dream -

Promila stood in a fog like air inside a cell with chained hands and legs She had a fully white widow saree and blouse, like she typically wore in her house, but she felt like she was kind of imprisoned. 

Some footsteps would be heared just then! 

"Ww..who is it???" Promila pouted in a scared tone. Her chained hands and legs obstructed her motion and she had to remain still untill she realised a silhouette getting closer and closer to her. The silhouette belonged to a broad robust woman and she turned out to be none other than Mrs Kulkarni herself.

Promila felt a thunder burst sound in her mind when she looked at the hefty figure of Prajakta all bejewelled with the most expensive of jewellery and the saree she wore looked no less than a grand one. The Marathi woman also had a beaming evil smile and this whole combination made Promila burn with rahe and jealousy inside!

"Hmmmmmmmm....don't worry, you will enjoy submitting to me!" 

Prajakta smiled and waved her hands on the forehead of the chained Promila who felt a warmth from the clanking of the fat golden bangles on the forearm of the rich lady. 

"Go ahead, kiss them! I know you like the pure gold shine of it!"

Prajakta purred and got her bangles closer to Promila's lips. The imprisoned widow blushed with guilt and she looked down..."uh..no...I...how can I..."

"It's my order!!! KISS MY BANGLES!" 

Promila felt a shiver inside her when she heard the commanding tone of Prajakta and she shamelessly and slowly got her tongue out and just touched the slight surface of the nearest gold bangle and then pulled her tongue back. 

"Thats it? I am not satisfied! How else can I believe that you are a submissive woman!" 

Prajakta hissed her words out in a dominatrix tone and Promila felt a bigger shiver this time. She wanted to suddenly serve this rich vibrant lady and do as she says, but she also defended her fake dignity once more...

"Umm... I can't go any further..." 

"Nonsense!!! You are as submissive as your daughters!!! I see a hidden nymph inside this widowed matronly body of yours!" 

"Ah uhmmmmmm...uh.." Promila wondered what she can say but the mention of a "nymph" suddenly made her more submissive mentally and she pouted...."okay I ummm will do as you say! I bow to your richness and dominance!"

"Good girl!!! Now lick all my bangles!" Prajakta smirked and kept her forearm straight near the face of Promila, who immediately felt an adrenaline rush at the mention of 'Girl' for some reason and with a deep sigh, she began to kiss and lick the vertical series of bangles one by one and treat the whole set like they were the most precious things on earth.

"Submissive Promila!!! A submissive Bengali widow who loves being dominated by a rich Marathi!!! Hmmmmmm!!!"

Prajakta's words sent a rush into an unknown region inside Promila and she kept worshiping the bangles with her lips and tongue, being chained in both hands and legs.

.........

"Uhm....yes I am a submissive...ummm" Promila cooed to herself, untill a snap occured near her face. With blushed cheeks, she realised she had been lost in the memory of her dream and Subosree, Pallavi and even Debosree were looking at her. 

Promila was very embarrassed. She kept thinking about how she was termed as a Nymph and a Girl by Mrs Kulkarni in her dream and she wondered why those words sent a jolt inside her. But anyways, she ignored the memories and got back to the current context. 

"So ummm Subu, what are the scores?" Promila used a sudden dominant tone again, imitating Prajakta in a way. 

"Umm maa! Pallavi didi is a 10!!! And didibhai is a 6!"

Debosree felt a current pass her body on being critisized by her younger sister in such an absurd context. The last person who would accept her like that was Subosree for sure in the Bobby's mind and it so happened!

"You heard your sister Debu? You will help me and Palo shona with the kitchen work today and dare you make any delay or silly mistake!! You shall be spanked!"

A silence crept in the room and both Pallavi and Subosree touched their mouths in a gasp. Debosree felt she was rediscovering her mother and on the other hand Promila bit her lower lip realising how crude she sounded.

"Hey I can be dominant too like Mrs Kulkarni!!! Umm why not!!" 

The widow cooed in her mind and sighed..."Now common sit and start eating you two!" 

Subosree giggled and noticed how her ex-boudi too blushed and behaved like a fresh bride once more. Her heart wasn't convinced of the small apology in the morning, rather she now wanted to rediscover her relationship with Pallavi. Only this time, she decided to be the teasy younger sister rather than the teasy nanad!

.............

Khandoba-Akhada, Thane :

The akhada was a local ground for aspiring pehelwans who enjoyed having a good time in indulging in small fights, playing kabaddi and bodybuilding. The students were mostly young men and due to the Bobbyfication solution, only the strong and virile young men were selected for the admissions.

Lots of young masculine men oiled their bodies and bowed to their master. The man was built like a bull and despite being in early fifties, had a massive built and strong arms and forearms that apparently could shake pillars and fight bulls and oxes. His moostache resembled that of the deity Khandoba - robust and thick! 

"Okay boys! Go on and do the Dhobi Pachad!" The man spoke atlast as he sat wearing a long white kurta and a lungi. He saw two boys come up on the mat and soon they both indulged in a small fight untill one lifted the other and slammed him down. 

"Good!! Next ones now!" 

The robust muscular middle aged man who was the teacher of the akhada was none other than Prajakta's brother Mohan! 

Mohan conducted his sessions one after the other untill his cellphone rang. He looked at the screen with a smile when he saw his sister's name on it. 

"Praju! Long time sis! How are things?" Mohan smiled wide.

On the other hand, Prajakta rested on her lavish sofa and chatted happily with her only brother....

"Mohan bhau! Be ready to come to Mumbai! Your nephews have found their matches atlast!"

"Are wah! Thats nice. I saw Daksh's face on the magazine cover of Macho Squad, I was so happy!! Both of them have grown to be bulls! Like me."

Listening to Mohan's words, Prajakta smirked and cooed...

"Uff Mohan bhau! Stop discussing about muscles and bulls....uff! No wonder these two are so inspired from you and are you still obsessed with making a big raging bull out of yourself?" 

"Ofcoarse my dear sister! I just wish I tie knotts with someone soon too! What is the use of this ox like body if not used to pleasure someone? Are, find a match for me too!! Don't ignore your only elder brother!"

"Ufff! Bhau, you always sound so crude! But anyways, I will send you the dates of the weeding soon! Please be there for the rituals! Bye!"

Mohan happily disconnected and sighed with happiness at the fact that both his nephews had found their desired matches. However with another sigh, Mohan looked down to again see a common sight, which was nothing new to him...

A Big Fat Lump within the lungi!

Mohan was no naive nor an amateur. He had his share of market whores and even some escorts who were both girls and bobbys! And all of them had gained immense pleasure from his throbbing fat package. Mohan smiled as he went around observing the muscled students do workout, engage in playful fights, playing Kabaddi and boxing and while he roamed around his students, his free mind suddenly made him  disengage from his students and rush to his cabin and the moment he reached inside, he looked inside his lungi and smiled again.

Inside his lungi laid an absolute monster which was dark and raging for attention. Surely the strong middle aged man still had his moments of masturbating and erupting volcanic semen which would go waste, but his yearning was much more! He remembered certain dreams where a fair hand full of bangles would clank and call him and the palms in perticular often hinted towards a middle aged woman just like him.

The more Mohan thought about the dream lady beckoning him, the more his cock would rise up and the crown slit would like a raging mouth eager to spit its venom. Such was the state of his angry python who just like his heart, waited for the right mate to step into life someday. 

Mohan sat on his armchair in his cabin and opened some sizzling Lavani videos of specially the curvaceous older females shaking their fleshy hips and booties to the crude sexual lyrics. The man, very sure of his privacy, opened his lungi wide and exposed his angry meat, grasping it with his big strong palm and the more the women shook their hips to the beat, the more the man began to pump his dark meat.

Mohan was someone who enjoyed raw sensuality compared to the modern vulgarity displayed in Bollywood films. He preferred the old skool ways of romance of Lavani dances and slow seductive aura of women clad in traditional sarees. The bull like man now pumped more and more and his strong bulky body stirred with sweat and his blood flew more and more down to his round hairy testicles as he saw more and more sexy lavani dances on his screen.

Soon, within the next few moments, Mohan sighed with a small groan as his crown headed slit vomitted out a gush of potent creamy semen all over his dhoti and to some extent on his belly too. The ox like man sighed with peace, but his mental satisfaction was still far away. Being used to handling his arousals at certain days, Mohan rose up and took out a new dhoti, throwing the soiled one inside his cabin bathroom.

After some more moments, Mohan left his cabin to attend his students back, although a simple question stayed in his mind...

"Daksh and Harsh are settling! Hmmmmm when will I find my match?"

...............

Kolkata, Late at night :

Debosree and Pallavi were in their respective rooms and precisely at the same time, they recieved a WhatsApp buzz!

Debosree sighed with a pat on her head when she noticed a text message from Harsh - Hey beautiful!

Hi... Debosree just managed to type. She felt an irritation within when she realised how much her eyes were shifting constantly towards Harsh's Dp where the hunk stood with his hands behind his head and inturn revealing a nice bicep flex on both arms.  

On the other hand, Pallavi was just admiring her almond nails when the message from Daksh interrupted her thoughts.

"Thinking of me?"

"Uhm....ah...oh ..." Pallavi was almost surprised at the message from Daksh. She was surely subconsciously thinking of him, but never anticipated a text message all of a sudden.

"Hey! Reply! You there?"

Pallavi sighed and typed with a smirk..."Yes! Right here, aren't you supposed to sleep? It's late at night!"

"Nope! A Bengali bee is interrupting my sleeps! My racket is eager to catch it someday!"

Pallavi gasped at the sweet and crude example and a tiny jolt passed her nightie clad body. 

Meanwhile, Harsh proceeded with his flirts with Debosree..

"Can't stop thinking of you! I wish you were right here on my arms!"

While Harsh typed the message, he slowly ran his rugged fingers on his fully aroused cock underneath his silky bed sheet. The hunk was fully naked under the sheet and his cock throbbed even as he typed on his phone.

"Uh ....I am sleepy! Can we umm talk later?" 

Debosree wanted to skip the conversation and just shove the phone aside. She felt two feelings at the same time. Her original male mind felt irritated with the conversation, while her newfound mind inside her curvaceous body kind of yearned to continue. 

"Hey it's okay, but I can't feel sleepy yet! My heart throbs to have you with me so badly Debosree!" 
 
At the end of the message Harsh typed three hearts in a row which sent a cringe shiver to Debosree, but she noticed an arousal in her hardened nipples. Anyways, sarcastically she cooed to herself ....

"Heart? I know whats throbbing you swine!"

Meanwhile Daksh too had taken the conversation with Pallavi further!

"By the way, something is pending since morning during our balcony meet!" 

Pallavi wondered and typed back, behaving innocent..."What you mean? I saw you enjoy the samosas and the sweets..." 

"Hmmmmmm but I just missed something more delicious!" Daksh typed, equally naked under his own sheet. His cock with its big fat slit crown stood up and throbbed with a decent amount of blood flow.

"Hmmmmmmm what could it be?" Pallavi was getting aroused by now. She was guessing something in her mind and she began to trace a hand up her neck and slowly run it along her neckline and down to just above her heaving breasts.

"Hmmmmm your Lips! Your luscious juicy lips! I was so close but you stopped me!"

"Hmmmmmmmmmm such a flirt!" Pallavi now began to knead her breasts through her nightie very very softly. Her breasts were decently sized orbs and the nipples were fully aroused by now.

"Heyy...you still there?" Daksh's next message followed soon!

Getting horny, Pallavi felt lazy to type and she just managed to write...

"Uhh ... I was scared! My lips didn't approve of your attention towards them!!!" 

"But I would have done nothing, accept gently touching the petals and kissing each juicy pore and slurping them both like they were the most precious juicy fruit slices! You didn't do justice to my eager lips!"

Pallavi couldn't take it anymore, she was heaving her breasts and her cunny was beginning to leak droplets of juices already. She wondered if should type or use those same fingers for something more crucial.

Meanwhile, Harsh didn't have the same joy or pleasure with Debosree which made the man a bit gloomy and frustrated. 

"I ummmmm really feeling sleepy. I had a big day today....I am err.. sorry!" 

Harsh's cock which was throbbing with desire felt down too, but the hunk didn't want to force the steamy ness. He rather preferred to wait for Debosree's genuine attention towards him and so, he decided to hang up.

"It's okay Debosree, we will talk later! Goodnight!"

The goodnight word was followed by kiss emojis which again irritated Debosree's male mind, but strangely her nipples hardened more and when she felt a minor tremor between her legs, she didn't even bother to reply back and she just shoved away her phone, pulling the sheets up and trying hard to rush to sleep. Also deep in her mind, a soft part of her adored how Harsh willingly ended the conversation with respect to her consent.

"Oh god....where did I land in!! I can't believe this is all happening with me!!" Debosree murmured and fortunately dozed to sleep gradually.

However, the winners were Daksh and Pallavi who continued their steamy conversation and with all the dare in the world, Pallavi had taken off her nightie and was buck naked under her sheets. The aroused girl couldn't take in the heat of the chat anymore and she was as naked as Daksh under his own sheets. 

From two different cities and states, the two chatted without shame and openly expressed their arousals in the form of latent words!

Daksh gently ran his hands on his exposed thigh hair through the sheets and carreesed the area just beneath his one hairy large testicle and then tracing around the globular organ before he typed his next message..

"Hey, you didn't answer me! When will you do justice to my eager lips Pallavi?" 

Pallavi too traced a finger around one aroused nipple of hers and sighed before chatting back...

"Hmmmmmmmmm I need to ask my lips first!"

Daksh now slowly kneaded his aroused fattened hairy testicles and added some more spice to the conversation...

"Are you naked by any chance?"

Pallavi shivered and typed back...."No!! Dhatt...ofcoarse not". She felt more aroused on being caught. The fact was she was totally naked under her sheets and she was relieved that Promila was in deep sleep. If it wasn't for the older widow's presence, the horny girl would have probably shoved the sheets away and openly tapped her leaking cunny.

"I know you are! I know there is a crystal shining body under those sheets of yours! I also know there is a small gate awaiting my army in someday!"

Pallavi now couldn't take in the heat anymore. She began gently poking a finger on the threshold of her cunny gates and then with that same sticky finger, she typed...

"Tell your army to hold on for some more days! My gates are not ready yet!" 

"Hmmmmmmmmm but they are so full of rage!! This Maratha army of mine is so eager to invade the Bengali palace of yours and then make sure that only my clan is based inside!! Mind you, my army is very very unstoppable!"

The word 'Maratha army' aroused Pallavi even more and she began to actually finger herself now. She found this whole idea of submission to a non Bengali man to be very arousing and tantalizing for some reason!

"Hmmmmm! Okay then. I shall willingly allow them then!"

Pallavi quickly typed and kneaded one breast of her's and fingered herself further in. By this time, she surely headed sloppy sounds appearing because of a very wet entrance.

Daksh on the other hand, gripped his cock and stirred it for sometime before typing...

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm.....I want to melt inside you and make sure your womb is blessed with only and only my sea of love!!'

This perticular message from Daksh made Pallavi insane and she ravaged her leaking cunny with her fingers at a higher pace and moaned and groaned without shame....

"Ohhh uh Daksh!!!!! Take me home quick!!!! Dominate me!!!! Love me!!!!! Make me your bride soon!!! Uh aaahhh aaaaahhh!!!"

Pallavi took once glance at the WhatsApp Dp of Daksh once more where he posed with a bicep curl and that was it! With her body buckling atleast four times in a row, the fully naked girl orgasmed sattisfyingly on her bed and she only heaved her breasts up releasing a gentle sigh when she realised Promila was in deep sleep and was not aware of the lewd act besides her.

With some mumbling of Daksh's name, Pallavi pulled the bedsheets up her naked body and drifted to an intense sleep. She was too tired to even dream, but the sensual messages and the orgasmic release remained in her subconscious mind and maintained the smile on her face.