Adultery Generous Beauty and her Adventure in Rural Village (Dr. Pragya's euphoria)

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Part 39 ( Marriage in the Hurry)




The heavy smell of cow dung and damp earth woke Pragya. As her eyes fluttered open, the world tilted. Her head felt like it was being split by a dull axe the result of the cheap liquor from the night before. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, and realized she was lying naked with a group of boys in a pile of scratchy, dry straw in an abandoned shed.

Panic surged through her veins, chilling her blood. Her body and face was filled with cum, the sticky cum was dry all over her body, her ass and vagina was paining due to their last session,

The drunken thieves were in sleep undisturbed. Without making a sound, she got up and moved away from them, she tucked her loose hair into a knot, held her breath, and crept toward the light of the broken door. She saw a old torn saree in the corner of the duck, without any petticoat or blouse to wear she dbangd the saree across her body.

Each crunch of straw under her feet sounded like a gunshot in her ears. Once outside, she didn't look back, she ran until her lungs burned.
 
As she reached the village outskirts, the silence was heavy. Usually, people waved at her, calling her. Today, they stood like statues staring at her.

The gossip had travelled faster than the wind. By the time she reached the clinic, the air was thick with judgment. She saw the village midwife, a woman she had helped just last month, spit on the ground as Pragya passed.

They know, Pragya thought, her heart sinking. They know about the night in the hut.. She felt a strange mixture of shame and defiance. She was tired of the mask. If loving a man like Ranga made her a sinner in their eyes, then she would be a sinner. But the thought of Baba—the village head—made her skin crawl. He wouldn't just destroy her life 
and make her his toy; he would destroy Ranga.

Inside her small room at the clinic, she moved like a whirlwind.

She changed her dress to one of her unwashed saree, She grabbed her small bag, stuffing in her remaining two sarees and her medical kit.

Then, she looked at the empty bed where Koya, her adopted son who is sleeping. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed by iron hands.

"Koya..." she whispered, a sob breaking in her throat.

She dragged Koya along now, Baba would capture her, and she would never get to Ranga. She would be locked in the mansion, and Ranga would be killed. To save the man she loved, she had to abandon the boy she had mothered. 

It was a toxic, agonizing choice.

"Forgive me, my beta," she choked out, wiping her tears with her dusty sleeve. "In this world, I can only save one of you. And I choose him. I choose my happiness."
 
She arrived at Ranga’s hut, breathless and trembling. Ranga was sitting on the floor, staring at the empty bottle from last night.

"Bhava! We have to go! Now!" she cried, pulling at his arm.

Ranga looked up, his eyes bloodshot and confused. "? Why are you crying? Where are we going?"

"They know everything, Ranga. Baba will kill you before the sun sets. We are leaving the village. We are going where no one knows us."

Ranga pulled back, his voice cracking. "I am sixty-five years old, Pragya! I have spent my whole life cleaning these streets. I am a servant. Out there, I am nothing. Here, at least I know which dirt is mine."

Pragya knelt, taking his rough, calloused face in her soft, beautiful hands. Her eyes searched his. "Ranga, look at me. I am twenty-five. I have given up my family, my wealth for my passion and today, I have even left my passion and job behind for you. Do you think I would do that for a 'nothing'? You are my husband in my heart. If you stay, you die alone. If you come, we live together. Please... don't let my sacrifice be for nothing."

Ranga saw the desperation in her eyes—the beauty of a woman who was losing everything just to be near him. He nodded slowly, tears streaming into his grey beard. "I will come. I will follow you to the end of the earth."
 
They reached the bus stop just as the old, rusted bus was vibrating to life. As they climbed aboard, the passengers went silent. A young woman of elite beauty, holding the hand of an old, ragged servant whose clothes smelled of the gutters he cleaned. The whispers were like hissing snakes.

"Disgusting," a man muttered. "She must be possessed by a demon."

Pragya ignored them, clutching Ranga’s hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. After hours of travel and a change of buses, they reached the next village.

The temple was small, built of black stone and smelling of ancient oil. The Pandit (priest) looked at them with a frown.

"Pandit ji," Pragya said, stepping forward. "We wish to be married. Please, perform the rites."

The Pandit looked at Ranga’s wrinkled face and Pragya’s glowing skin. "Child, do you know what you are doing? This man is old enough to be your grandfather. Look at your beauty! Any king would marry you. Why this... this laborer?"

"Because the kings only wanted my face," Pragya replied firmly. "This man wants my soul. He is my choice. Do your duty, Pandit ji."

 
 


The ceremony was long and traditional. The Pandit lit the Havan (sacred fire). Pragya felt the heat on her face as she and Ranga exchanged the flower garlands. The petals were slightly wilted, but to her, they felt like diamonds.

Ranga’s hands shook violently as he took the Mangalsutra (sacred thread). Pragya leaned in, whispering, "Steady, 
Ranga. I am here." He tied it around her neck, and then he applied the red Sindoor to her forehead.

The Pandit sighed, touched by the intensity in Pragya's eyes. He signed a marriage certificate. "May God protect you both," he said quietly. "You will need it."
 
They reached the railway station just as the compartment train puffed smoke into the evening air. Pragya bought the tickets to Dirvaanga, a place so remote it was barely on the map.

The cabin they entered was old and decaying. The wooden berths were scratched with names of travelers long gone. The floor was covered in coal dust, and the lightbulb flickered with a dim, yellow glow. The windows were rusted shut, trapping the smell of old iron and sweat inside.

As the train jolted forward, Ranga sat on the lower berth, overwhelmed. Pragya sat beside him, the cheap gold thali heavy against her chest.

"We have no job, Ranga," she whispered as the train sped into the dark night. "We have very little money. We are going to a place even poorer than the village we left."

Ranga looked at her, his eyes filled with a child-like devotion. He reached out and touched her hand. "As long as I can see your face, Pragya, I am the richest man in the world."

Pragya leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. She had saved the man she loved, but she had become a stranger to herself. As the rhythm of the train lulled them, she wondered if her "noble heart" would survive the darkness of Dirvaanga.
 
Once the train started Pragya felt relief, not knowing what will be their future she felt her heaviness in her chest faded,
 
Ranga  - “ Jaan’ its officially our first night , huh”

Pragya-  “ You are right bhava, but we are inside a moving train”

Ranga – “ that’s right , I’m in a moving train with a juicy moving body of my wife and how can I resist that’

Ranga all together came towards Pragya. She was looking at his eyes, and She came towards him and planted a kiss on his lips. Then Ranga started to kiss her more. She was sucking his lower lip and upper lip one after the other.

In the next 2 minutes, Range’s cock poked her thigh, while he was looking into her deep eyes.

Pragya – “Someone is awake amid the chaos”

Ranga -  “ Every part of my body would wake up to taste my juicy wife, My official wife”, Pragya Blushed.

Ranga felt her love, and he was ready to give it to her. They were kissing each other very passionately. All these times, their hands were running across each other’s bodies.

He then inserted his hands inside her blouse and was caressing her nipples, she laid her body into him enjoying the moment. Later, she stood at once, still kissing his lips. She removed her saree and threw it aside. Her boobs were trying to get out of the blouse every time it jiggles.

Those juicy boobs were raising and falling alternatively.

Ranga – “ Jaan, help me to get naked nah! , let this wrinkled body of mine have own your juicy body on our special day”

Pragya helped him removed my t-shirt with full wild mode. The moving train , the chilling air, in the public train having sex started making her pussy wet and wetter.  Then He made her sit on the seat and ensured the door was locked and the curtain closed so that no one could see them.

  


Then Ranga went straight to her waist and started to kiss and suck it. As he was kissing and licking her waist, she was playing with his hair. Then he went to her boobs. Ranga started to grab her boobs with his mouth, but her blouse was stopping him. I lifted her little strap, removed it, and threw the blouse aside.

Then, with the small blue light in the cabin, He was able to see her pinkish nipples. They seem so soft dripping the sweat. Then with each boob in his hands, Ranga was sucking one and alternatively pressing the other.

Pragya – “Bhava, like a baby you were addicted to my boobs”
Each time he was sucking her boobs, she let out a moan and pressed his head towards her boobs. Then, slowly, I was going down to her waist and then to her navel. I was sucking her deep navel. She was pressing him against the navel. He was at the same time pinching her nipples, too playfully.

All these are turning her crazy. His dick was growing more and more in size seeing her and doing her. then He went down. Started to remove her petticoat. Ranga removed it completely. Pranga was completely naked now with her clean and smooth pussy she was laying there like a shining statue alive, and Ranga could feel the wetness from above.

Then Ranga started to kiss her toes. He came slowly up, kissing and sucking the calves. Thighs to the inner thighs and then to the inner thighs of the other leg, and lastly to the toes of the other leg. Ranga could see her moaning loudly when he reached her navel button. She was getting crazy.

Moaning heavily, pressing him towards her. That fragrance from her body is also driving Ranga crazy. He was also playful, not touching her pussy. She was dying to hold his dick. She was trying to reach his dick but was not able to reach it.

Then she started removing his lungi, and she saw the big tent in trying to poke her. She was touching his naked dick . She is getting crazy.

Pragya started to jerk his dick and was kissing him. She started to pulling him towards her pussy to fuck her. But 

Ranga stopped her, saying there was time for it.

Ranga could see her wet pussy  leaking its juices out . In the small blue light with a bit of wetness, He could see her pussy shining a little. There was little to no hair around her pussy. Then He went straight to her pussy and planted a small kiss on it. Pragya moaned as he continued his kisses. Then he started planting kisses around her pussy.

Then Ranga slowly went to the pussy and softly took that in his mouth. Her reaction to that was on cloud nine, as if she were getting an orgasm. Then slowly, Ranga was getting into her pussy and kissing her pussy walls. She started to moan more.

Pragya – “ Bhava, please continue , don’t ever stop marring you was the est decision of my life”

Pragya was not worried as they were on the train, and no one could hear her sound. Then Ranga inserted his tongue inside her pussy and was fucking her with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands were busy grabbing and massaging her boobs and pinching her nipples. He sucked her pussy and then started to finger it.

In 15 minutes, Pragya had her orgasm, and He could feel the splash on his face.

Pragya – “I’m really happy and satisfied now bhava, and now I desperately want your  dick inside of me very badly.”

Ranga – “ Ahh, My wife is really a really a cock craving bitch nah, the say it say who you really are”, ranga pinched her inner thigh to admit herself.

Pragya – “ Ahh yess bhava, your wife is a cock craving slut now dig your bitches hole with your hammer … Ahh”
Saying this she was jerking his dick.

Ranga – “For that you need to worship the hammer my juicy bitch”, He laid down and pointed towards his pennis.
Pragya started to suck his dick. She started to kiss the dick head first and slowly was taking his dick inch by inch in her mouth. Ranga really felt the pleasure, and he was in heaven, too.

Pragya was really awesome in giving blowjobs. In 15 -20 minutes, she sucked his dick, and he was about to cum. She then started to jerk his dick aggressively.


 

In 2 minutes, Ranga had cum on her boobs, and when Pragya tried to cleaned up the same with a cloth.

Ranga – “ No , As a blessing of you worship  you need to accept my gift and swallow it nahh”

Pragya – “ With pleasure”, she took his cum left over her boobs and swallowed it like raw honey and applied the remining leftover allover her boobs.

Ranga again came over to her and started to suck her boobs. In no time, his dick grew up again, and it was back in action.

Then Ranga took her to the missionary position and stretched her legs, and was inserting his dick inside her. Ranga was looking at her facial expression, and she was enjoying every moment of it. He wanted to play with her, so he was inserting a little and pulling out. He was rubbing my 6.5 inches dick on her clit and teasing her.

Pragya – “bhava, please fuck your wife nah.  Stop teasing her, I can’t take it anymore’,
While Ranga enjoying every second of it. Later Ranga have decided to hold up his teasing and inserted my dick inside her. Pragya’s eyes popping out while his dick entered her pussy. Ranga dick was stretching her pussy and was diving deep inside her pussy.

 

She was moaning like hell, and to control her, Ranga started to kiss her lips. Slowly, she got habituated, and her moans were decreasing. Ranga was fucking her with full force, and the train came to a halt. Both looked outside, and it was a station. Ranga then made her stand and bend against the window.

Ranga then inserted his dick from behind and started banging her doggy style. While fucking He was cupping her boobs and pinching her nipples. He fucked her in the doggy position for 15 minutes and then moved to the cowgirl position. He first slept on the berth and made her sit on his dick.

He started to fucking her and was slapping her boobs. She was excited and was fucking him hard. After 15 more minutes, Pragya had her second orgasm, and she fell on him. Ranga hugged her and let her sleep on him for some 
time. Still, his dick was inside her pussy.

As Ranga was feeling my dick getting smaller, He started to fuck her slowly to make it hard and keep his dick inside her pussy.

Ranga got up with his dick inside her pussy, he the comfortably sat on the seat then turned her up again and lifted her in his arms. She huge assets was light in weigh for him ! he put my arms around her and lifted her up and down. 
His made his thrust smooth and hard at the same time.

While thrusting he started kissing her nipples. In between the act. he also bit her nipples which she enjoyed.
She also kissed him on the chest and nipples and bit them in between.

 




They kept on thrusting in the same position. Again she cummed on his dick.at the same time, Ranga cummed into her pussy.
 
While Pragya laid on her seat berth, Ranga hugged her arms around her and laid his face on her breast, while breathing the tattoo i.e. his name. raised up and down on her chest. He looked up at God for giving him such a gorgeous and kind hearted wife to enjoy and stiffed his face into those mango’s