Adultery Generous Beauty's Adventure in Rural Village(Dr. Pragya's euphoria) Part45 (May 17)

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Part 40 ( The New Village and New beginning )


 
The train hissed to a halt at a station that was little more than a slab of cracked concrete. As Pragya and Ranga stepped off, the humid air of the new region hit them. This was not just a village; it was a forgotten land. The morning sun was already stinging, casting long, lonely shadows across the dirt paths of Dirvaanga.

From 9:00 am, they began their wandering. Pragya, once the pride of a village hospital, now clutched through the this village with no job and no idea of the new survival. Ranga walked a step behind her, his eyes darting nervously at the strangers passing by.

By 11:00 am, the heat was a physical weight. Every house they approached was a fortress of poverty. They asked at small tea stalls and mud-walled huts if there was a corner to rent.

Man - "Some of us don’t have home for ourself how do we have rooms for rent?, “

A man snapped, eyeing Ranga’s ragged clothes and Pragya’s striking, dusty beauty. To them, the pair looked like a fallen queen traveling with a beggar.

By 1:00 pm, Pragya’s throat was parched. They sat under a neem tree, sharing a single bottle of water. She looked at Ranga, who was wiping sweat from his forehead with his trembling hands.

Pragya -  "Are you tired, Ranga?" she whispered, her voice thick with guilt. 



Ranga - "I am fine, Pragya. But you... your face is red from the sun. You weren't made for this," he replied, his heart breaking for her.

By 3:00 pm, they reached the village temple. It was an ancient, crumbling structure dedicated to a local goddess. 
The stone walls were covered in green moss, and the floor was cool but cracked. Exhausted, they sat on the temple steps, two silhouettes of despair against the grey stone.

A man and a woman, roughly in their 40s, walked toward the temple carrying brass milk pails. The man, Madhav, had the sturdy build of someone who worked with cattle, and his wife, Savitri, had a sharp but curious gaze. They stopped, mesmerized by the sight of Pragya. Even in her dirty saree and sweat-streaked face, she looked like a goddess who had lost her way.

"You don't look like you belong to these parts," Savitri said, her eyes traveling from Pragya’s glowing skin to Ranga’s old, weathered frame. "Where are you coming from?"

Pragya stood up, smoothing her saree. "We have traveled far. We are looking for a place to stay—just a corner. We can pay a little."

Madhav and Savitri exchanged a look. There was a strange glint in Madhav’s eyes as he looked at Pragya. "We have a two-room hut," he said slowly. "It is small, but we are just two people. We have no children. If you can help with the chores, you can stay."

"Really?" Ranga asked, hope lighting up his face. "God will bless you, sir."

They walked to the couple's home. It was a sturdy hut made of sun-dried bricks with a thatched roof that smelled of dry grass. In the yard, three cows were tied to wooden posts, their bells clinking softly.

Inside, the house was dim and cool. One room was the kitchen and living area, and the other was divided by a thin hanging cloth.

"Sit," Savitri said, pointing to a woven mat. "I will make dinner. You must be starving."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Savitri served them fresh, hot chappatis and a bowl of thick, creamy milk—the pride of their household.


"So," Madhav asked, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Pragya. "How are you two related? Is he your father? Or perhaps an uncle?"

The room went silent. Pragya felt the weight of the thali around her neck. She took Ranga’s hand, her fingers interlocking with his rough ones.

"He is my husband," Pragya said clearly.



The silence that followed was deafening. Madhav’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter confusion and "weird" disbelief. Savitri nearly dropped the plate she was holding. They looked at Ranga—65, wrinkled, smelling of the journey—and then at Pragya—25, radiant and elite.

"Husband?" Savitri whispered, her voice high with shock. "But he... he is..."

"He is the man I chose," Pragya interrupted, her voice turning cold and defensive.

Madhav cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing as he "read the room." He saw the defiance in Pragya’s eyes and the way she held Ranga. He realized that if he insulted the old man, the beauty would leave.

"I see," Madhav said, his voice regaining a fake warmth. "It is a... unique match. Come, let us show you your room."

He led them to the small space behind the cloth partition. It was just a corner with a thin mattress on the floor, but to Pragya and Ranga, it was a sanctuary.

As Madhav walked back to the main room, he whispered to Savitri, "Did you see her? Even in that rag of a saree, she makes the whole village look like dirt. I don't care who the old man is. As long as she stays under our roof, I will be happy just to look at her."

Savitri nodded, a hidden scheme forming in her mind. "If she is with such an old man, she will eventually get lonely. 
We have done a good thing, Madhav. A very good thing."

Inside the small room, Pragya helped Ranga lie down. The walls were thin, and she could hear the cows lowing outside. She lay down beside him, the chemistry between them still intense despite the exhaustion.

"We are safe, Ranga," she whispered, pulling his arm around her. "Are we, Pragya?" Ranga asked, his voice trembling in the dark. "The way that man looked at you... I have seen that look before."

Pragya didn't answer. she just held him tighter, her love for him becoming the only thing that mattered in the strange, silent house

Soon both couples settled in their respective rooms, both were separated but the no privacy to talk as the rooms are separated by coconut leaf made wall, Ranga with heart filled with joy shut the door and turned towards Pragya who was waiting for him, the new village and the experience of having a wife in his room for himself is driving Ranga crazy,

As he approached her, The hunger in his eyes were clear to Pragya, she could feel the tesion in the room and the eagerness of her new husband., his thick, He went near her and undressed himself, the black cock pointing straight at her. Pragya’s eyes grew wide as if she is seeing his cock first time, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of her husband’s manhood in sweat..

“Jaan,” Ranga growled, his voice low and menacing, “you will suck me like a good little puppy .”

The old couples could clearly hear them, both were facing opposite to each other.

Pragya looked up at him, a mix of shy and excitement in her eyes. She knew what he was about to do to her, and she couldn’t resist the thrill. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently, feeling the warmth and weight of his shaft. She could feel the  veins stood out like rivers on a map.

“Yes, Bhava,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it like a serpent. Ranga’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth envelop him. His cock grew even larger, and Pragya had to struggle to keep up with the pace.



The couples could hear the gaggling sound , hearing them the old man’s manhood grew harder.

Ranga -  “Jaan, you are so natural to suck ,” as she kept looking at Ranga with love in her eyes.

Ranga’s cock was now buried deep inside Pragya’s mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to accommodate his size. As she was She looking him, her eyes watered, and took a deep breath before pushing his cock even further down her throat. Her own saliva mixing with his pre-cum and started dripping down her chin.

The owner’s cock was hard, straining against his lungi  as he hearing. Hearing  and thinking about a beauty like 
Pragya is giving blowjob and going to have sex in his very own house was something else for him.

Ranga’s strong hands held her head in place as he thrust into her mouth, his abs tightening with each stroke.

Ranga’s cock slid out of Pragya’s mouth, strings of saliva connecting them. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her over, pushing her face into the floor. Pragya’s round, tight ass was in the air, and Ranga didn’t waste a second before he plunged his cock into her.

“Oh, fuck!” Pragya screamed, the sound echoing through the night.

The houseowner couldn’t resist anymore he turned towards his wife, and grabbed her towards him, she was awaked but didn’t speak at the moment, he held her boobs over the saree and started massaging them while smooching his cock over the lungi.

Ranga chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed his cock even deeper into her.

Ranga - “Jaan, do I have to slow down and do you need more aggression tell me Jaan , bitch tell me?” he said, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and lust.

Pragya’s moans grew louder as she felt his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her body was on fire,
Pragya - “Yes, yes,” she panted, “fuck me,bhava, fuck me harder!”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the night air as Ranga pounded into her from behind. Pragya’s body trembled with every thrust, her ample ass bouncing with each collision. Her cries grew more desperate,

And the houseowner Madhav’s felt my own cock throb with each moan that escaped her lips. Savitri his wife let out her soft moan as he kept on mauling her breast. He pushed his left arm under her to encircle her.

Savitri slightly lifted herself off the mattress to allow his arm to encircle her. His arm encircled her and cupped her left breast. His right arm cupped her other breast. He kept caressing her breasts for some time.

He put his leg over her and pushed his groin in between her buttocks. He loosened her plaited hair to let it fall free. He hugged her passionately. With his encircled arm he un-hooked her blouse and spread it open.

He began pumping her breasts over her bra. He then pushed up her bra, over her breasts and began fondling her bare breasts and tweaking her nipples. His hairy chest was rubbing against her back.

While Ranga is still ramming Pragya’s pussy with force



Ranga -  “Jaan, Your pussy is still so tight after all over sessions,” Ranga grunted.

Pragya moaned as Ranga’s thick cock plunged into her over and over, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, 
making her moan even louder. Her breasts bounced with the force of his pounding, and her pink, erect nipples grazed the floor, adding to the sensation.

Meanwhile with the moans raising the heat over the houseowner Madha he began pulling up Savithri’s petticoat. Savithri slightly raised herself off the mattress, to make it easier for him to pull up her petticoat. He pushed it up to her tummy.

He put his hands between her thighs and clasped her vagina!. He twirled and pulled at her pubic hair and pushed his finger into her loose vagina. He spread her legs to give his fingers better access to her vagina.

He pushed one more finger into Savithri and began massaging her vagina, and thrust his cock inside her, his cock stick cock went inside the loose pussy of Savitri, and he gave his best shot as he could not resist the fucking after hearing their moan.
 
Ranga’s cock was like a piston, moving in and out of her with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Her ass was like two perfect mounds of flesh that he squeezed and slapped as he fucked her.

His balls slapped against her pussy, and with every thrust, The other couple could hear them fucking wildly and they were ready to unleash his seed inside her.

Pragya’s moans grew louder, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure that seemed to fuel Ranga’s passion even more. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her scream.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ranga grunted, his breath hot on her neck.

Pragya could only whimper in response, her body a writhing mess of pleasure. Ranga’s cock was like a battering ram, pushing into her depths and leaving her trembling with each powerful stroke.

Pragya - “Yes,” she finally managed to gasp, “Bhava, I like it. Fuck me, harder. Make me your whore.”

The words hung in the air like a declaration of her enjoyment to the couple  and Ranga took it as his cue to increase his pace. His hips moved like a piston, his cock pummeling her pussy without mercy. Pragya’s moans grew louder, echoing through the night.

On the other side Madhav kept on thrusting his cock with full force , while Savithri was giving soft moan as if she is not interested, but she was trying hard to match his thrust to give her husband the pleasure he deserved.

Each time Ranga pulled out, Pragya’s pussy grip him tightly, desperate to keep him inside.

Pragya’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure and pain. “Oh, yes,” she whimpered,

Pragya - “yes, I like it, Ranga. Please don’t stop.” Her words were music to Ranga’s ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure. Ranga’s thick cock continued to pound her, stretching her pussy to its limits.

Madha hearing as Ranga’s cock tapping to her clit, and clapping sound of their bodies hitting each other. Pragya’s body arched upward, and she screamed as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and  the veins in his arms bulging as he held onto her hips, keeping her in place.

Pragya -  “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

Ranga didn’t slow down, his strokes becoming even more furious as he felt her pussy tighten around him. “That’s it, bitch,” he grunted, “cum for me.”

Pragya’s pussy clenched around Ranga’s cock like a vice. Ranga’s grunts grew louder, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he approached his climax. His hand went between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit with a fierce intensity that made her whole body quiver.

Ranga’s thick, dark cock was buried deep in Pragya’s pussy, her legs spread wide, and her toes curling with every powerful thrust. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and pointing straight up to the heavens, begging for attention.



Pragya’s eyes were closed, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her moans grew deeper, her voice hoarse with passion as she climbed higher and higher.

Pragya - “Fuck,” she moaned, “Bhava, you’re the best, I’m feeling so so good.”

Ranga - “You’re going to take all of me,” Ranga growled, his voice deep and animalistic. “You’re going to take every inch of this big cock and beg for more.”

Pragya’s pussy was soaking wet, her juices running down her legs, and Ranga’s  head of his cock glisten with her arousal every time it pulled out of her.

Ranga - “I’m going to cum,” Ranga roared, and Pragya’s pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building to a crescendo. “Take it, bitch!”

Madhav as he couldn’t control anymore, he took out his cock and started masturbating with full forced, with his left hand still mauling his wife’s breast.

With a final, brutal thrust, Ranga released his load deep inside Pragya. His cum filled her, a warm, thick river that seemed to have no end. His cock pulsed with every spurt, his balls tight against her ass as he emptied himself into her. Pragya screamed as the feeling of being filled so completely overwhelmed her. She had never felt so used, so utterly claimed by a man.

At the same time Madhav buried his face into his wife neck and groaned and cummed  on the bare thighs of his wife with his eyes had shut with his face buried at Savithri

Ranga’s cock twitched and jerked, his seed spurting into her with a force that left her breathless. She felt every pulse, every drop of his cum filling her up, stretching her pussy walls until she thought she would burst. Her own orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the intensity of it all.

“Love you my Jaan,” Ranga said, his voice still gruff with lust. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices and his own cum. Pragya lay there, panting, her pussy gaping open and dripping. Ranga fell over Pragya like a energy drained kid

Pragya’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure with her cum-filled pussy.  She gently caressed the hair of Ranga while dozed out in the tiredness,

In the other room,

Madhav – “Sorry to act in such a way Savithri, I felt relieved today “

Savithri - “Don’t be my love, I’m the one who should be sorry for not being a better one to satisfy you, at least I’m happy to be a little past for making you relived today”  

Madhav – “Thank you for understanding my love”

With the convo, Madhav hugged Savithri from behind and fall asleep with a satisfied face, while Savithri?