Pratyusha’s Polyandry village Part III: Prytyusha's Successor Arrives

                                      Pratyusha’s Polyandry Village Part III

                                     Prytyusha's Successor Arrives

When the phone rang, I lifted the cordless and took Uday’s cock from my mouth and said “Hello”.

“Pratyusha, there is a lady here with a baby. She says her car had a breakdown, and she needs help,” Prakash on security duty told me. I am the President of the village Panchayat, and no strangers are allowed inside without my permission.

I was stunned. Suddenly, it struck me that more than twenty-five years back, on the same day and same month and at the same time, my car also broke down, and I stumbled into this paradise, this village. I met Sushmaji and ……….

…my deep sense of Déjà vu was disturbed by three people.

“Mom, wake up…suck me fast, please, I will be late to college.” Uday, my second son, was shaking me.

“Mom, is something wrong? You were happily giving thrusts upward, and suddenly you went into a coma,” my elder son, Ishant, was complaining, pounding my cunt harder.

“Pratyusha, are you there? What should I tell the lady?” Prakash was asking.

I came into this world and cleared my throat.

“Ask her to wait for a few minutes. I am sending Uday to pick her up,” I told Prakash and disconnected the phone.

“Uday, I will suck you, but you must come fast, go and pick up that lady,” I told Uday and started sucking hard and fast.

“It is not fair, Mom. Every time I have to go. Why can’t Ishant go? I will fuck your cunt, and you can suck him?” Uday was complaining as he also started to move his hips fast.

“One more word of complaint and you know the punishment,” I warned him. He exploded in my mouth in a few minutes as I squeezed and scratched his balls.

He kissed me, dressed up, and left in a hurry.

“Ishant, you also have to come fast. They will be here in a few minutes,” I urged him as I lifted my buttocks and gave forceful upward thrusts.

“You help me, Mom, to cum fast,” he said, panting and moving his cock in and out with lightning speed.

“Mm… ok, your maths teacher, Reshma, came to class in a skimpy bikini, top is just a ribbon barely covering her nipples….” I told him as if hypnotizing.

“Wow. Don’t stop, Mom.” Now his speed was increasing as he gripped my buttocks and pinched hard.

“Her bikini bottom is just a transparent flimsy cloth; you can see her cunt crack. She asked you a question, but you didn’t answer. She asked you to stand up on the bench…. She comes to you, and...”

“Mm….Mom.. you are killing me… tell me… then..” I knew he was nearing climax. I also opened my tap and let the juices in full flow.

“Her face is near your crotch level. Your cock is already hard and jumping. She unzips and removes your cock …. And as your friends are jealously watching…. She licks…and..” my sexy, husky voice narrating his dream triggered his ejaculation.

He buried cock full and kept filling my cunt with warm cum in many spurts…. and not too soon.

I barely managed to wipe cunt with a cloth and put on a nighty…before Uday and that lady came in.

I just stared. I couldn’t help. She was gorgeous. All ladies have tits, but few ladies are blessed to have tits like Monica Bellucci.

This lady had jugs that were knockouts. She wore a sleeveless T-shirt without a bra…and a short skirt…showing off shapely thighs and legs.

“I am sorry to trouble you so early in the morning…” she started apologizing.

“No. It is OK. Today is a holiday. Tomorrow I will send for a mechanic in a nearby town. You can stay here,” I told her.

She said she could not find a signal for her mobile. I asked her to use the landline. She called and told her husband and parents not to worry.

I was ravenously hungry.

I shouted, “Bhargav. Please come here for a minute.”

Bhargav came running from the kitchen, “Yes, dear. What do you want? I know you must be hungry after all that…….” he suddenly stopped after seeing the new lady.

“What would you like to have? Coffee or Tea? Breakfast is also ready. Please join me, I am very hungry,” I said and sat near the dining table.

“Tea would be fine, thank you,” she said, pulling a chair.

“Very cute, baby,” I complimented, taking the child from her. That boy was 7 months old, plump and fair. He didn’t cry like some children do when grabbed by strangers.

He immediately pushed his tiny hand in my nightie and started playing with my nipple. She was embarrassed and was about to take him.

I laughed and said, “Typical male. Tit man. Don’t worry,” and removed my left boob from the nighty and told him,” Now play as much as you want”. The boy was pushing his fists into my boobs and playing with my nipples, and was giggling happily.

That woman averted her eyes, embarrassed.

Bhargav served us breakfast. I was amused to see his erection at the sight of the lady’s breast contours. She also noticed but looked away hurriedly.

Like me, she was also ravenously hungry.

“Why not? She must have been fucked royally in all holes and left in a hurry without even putting on a panty or bra,” I thought to myself. Again, I had the feeling of Déjà vu, as I recollected, I also left my home in a similar state when I landed here 25 years back. My three children came out dressed for college, hugged and kissed me, and said Namaste to new Aunty.

She watched, stunned, as my kids fondled my boobs while talking and playing with the baby. Baby was also laughing, showing toothless gums and pulling my daughter’s hair.

“Did you finish breakfast?” I asked them.

She jumped a foot when my 19-year-old son told me,” Yes, Mom. When they were fucking you”.

I thought she would have a heart attack if he also told who was fucking me.

After they left, her son was getting restless.

“I think he is hungry; you should feed him,” I told her.

“Yes, can you ask Bhargav to get some hot water. I will mix the powder,” she took out a milk tin from her bag.

“Why don’t you feed him? Your tits look heavy with milk,” I asked her.

She smiled shyly,” I feed him at home. When I am away, he is on a bottle. He doesn’t drink much. And I produce so much, I squeeze out the milk. In fact, now my tits are beginning to pain,” she said, smiling.

“Then feed him now. Both will be happy,” I advised her.

‘I would love to. But there are many males around. Bhargav, one Gardener and a man escorting your kids to school… your house is crawling with men. So, I am reluctant,” she told me.

I smiled and got up. “Oh, you want privacy? Come, we will go to my bedroom”. I invited her.

She got up, thanking me.

“But I have to warn you. My bedroom has many erotic pictures. If you are orthodox or conservative, we will go to my children’s room,” I warned her.

She laughed. It had a sweet, musical note.

“Come on, I don’t think you can have anything that I have not already seen. My husband and I watch porn together,” she said, standing up.

I shrugged and took her to my bedroom.

She sat on the bed, lifted her top, wiped her boobs with a wet cloth, and her son hungrily grabbed a tit and started sucking. I resisted a mad urge to grab the other tit.

Her jaw opened in shock as she looked at the photographs adorning the walls. I have hundreds of my fucking photos, but I selected the best, got them enlarged, and laminated.

They are so life-like, and all details are crystal clear.

I don’t like indoor pictures. The first photo was taken when I engaged all five cocks of my husband near a waterfall. The background, light, and shade were perfect. We had an ace photographer in our group. He patiently waited for the perfect moment and then clicked.

This showed my back, I had my first husband, Murali’s cock in cunt as I straddled him, Bhargav’s cock was halfway in my ass, and I turned and was looking at the camera with Anil’s cock almost buried in my mouth. I was held up in my position by Rajesh, who was standing to my left, and Kiran, who was standing in front of me. I was pumping their cocks with both hands.

The look of ecstasy on my face was the highlight of the picture; of course, my juices glistening on Murali’s cock and bulging veins on Bhargav’s cock were also quite beautiful. On the whole, the picture was a classic.

Her jaw stayed unhinged as she looked at the next photograph. This was taken during our picnic at the beach. I was lying on a rock with a deep blue sea and a light blue sky as a backdrop. In the warm sunshine, all my husbands managed to synchronize their ejaculation and shot and drenched me in warm jets of sperm at the same time. I was laughing merrily as sperm wads were flowing freely on my face, tits, and neck.

They were not in the frame, only their cocks.

She was too stunned to speak for several minutes as her gaze kept darting from one photograph to the other. There were many, in different locations, but all outdoors.

Finally, she asked, “I see your cook Bhargav in all the pictures. Your husband won’t mind?”

I told her, “Bhargav is an excellent cook. But he is my husband also.”

She gasped, “What? I am so sorry; I should have realized when he called you ‘Dear. ' But he doesn’t mind you getting fucked by so many cocks?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, he doesn’t. Because all five are my husband's. Even if they are not, it is not a problem. In our village, any cock can fuck any hole; our only rule is that there should be no force, coercion, or threat. Believe me, we never had any problem. When there are so many willing cunts and cocks, there is no need to force anyone.” I told her.

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