Tenancy Pt. 08

The second day of the nine day fasting festival dawned on the home of Sandesh, who rose by the force of habit. He completed his morning ablutions listlessly, and went about his shop routine mindlessly. Similar force of habit roused Shama, but her situation was different. She also went about the morning chores, but her mental state was very special. Next to wake up was Shama's daughter. Kusum was a simple, obedient child, whose world revolved around her mother and was restricted to her home. She saw Mansoor sleeping in the guest room, and went to her mother.

K: Mumma, Mani uncle is sleeping inside.

S: He is not well, dear. Your papa allowed him to stay with us till he gets well. And don't call him uncle. He is your elder father. Call him that, ok? Elder father.

K: Can I play with him?

S: Yes, dear. He's your elder father. Let me go and see him first. Once he's had his breakfast and is ready to come out, you can play with him.

When she had finished her chores, Shama went to the guest room. Mansoor was awake.

S: Good morning, my lord.

M: Hi, my sexy. Come to papa.

She locked the door and went to him. He swung his legs off the bed, and pulled her on his lap. Their french kisses still had the same hunger and passion. He sucked her lips, her tongue, her breasts.

S: Master, I want your balls recharged for my lunch.

M: My balls recharge faster than your boobs. I'll stay here out of sight, and you can come when you're ready.

S: No, the festival period requires me to be involved with the womenfolk of the community. You will have to get out and be visible with Sandesh. Get dressed, go out to the shop, and then exit from there at an opportune moment.

M: You are right, as always.

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During this nine day fasting period, Sandesh was content in being busy at the fair site. He was highly successful in business and moderately successful in avoiding a complicated situation at home. For appearances, the family of three prayed and attended social events and activities together. Mansoor also kept the peace, manning the shop in Sandesh's absence and interacting with Shama discretely. If Shama would come to the shop to drop off or pick up her daughter, she would get groped by Mansoor. If she would peep in, he would look at her and rubbed his groin suggestively, eliciting a seductive smile from her.

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It was Sunday morning. The revelries of the previous night had ended in a lazy morning. The shop was open, and the proprietor was trying to adjust the remaining stock he had shifted from the fair market to the garage, as much as possible, within the limited space on the shelves. His car was parked on the road. He had worked out a method to get rid of the evil residing in the guesthouse. He put his plan in motion, when the tenant appeared.

M: Good morning, Sandy.

S: Stop calling me that.

M: So should I call you a sterile cuckoo?

The jibe hit, and Sandesh lost all self control. He lunged at the evil man, but was soon down on the ground. Luckily for them, they were not observed.

S: I'll send you to jail.

M: You have assaulted me and I have acted in self defence. The street security cameras will prove that. I will fill in enough filth in the story that you will be unable to get out of jail for a long time. Be sensible. Let's sit and talk.

S: This is my shop, my home. I will evict you. In fact, I'm evicting you now. Get out of the guesthouse by noontime today.

M: Don't let the success you had in the past week get into your head. You have nothing. This property is on Shama's name. The shop is registered on Kusum's name, with Shama and her mother as the operator and legal guardian respectively. Whatever you earned this week went into a joint account, which has been transferred into my account. So you have nothing. I am willing to let you stay here if you behave.

S: I'll ..... I'll.......

M: Ok, you want to go the hard way. Fine. I was willing to be reasonable, but not anymore. Come inside whenever you want to. Don't forget to close the garage and shop before you come. This will take a long time, and it will be fun.

Mansoor left a sputtering Sandesh and entered the home through the inner door.

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When Sandesh came into the house ten minutes later, he found Mansoor sitting on the couch.

M: Come in, Mr Sandesh. Make yourself comfortable, while you can, and listen to me very carefully. You have proven to be a failure as a man and as a husband. So, Shama's requirements as a woman and a mother can be balanced only by my becoming part of the family. So, we have decided that I will take her sister as my wife. Your mother-in-law was overjoyed with the proposal. Shama and I are going to the village later today to finalise the arrangements. Stay here and manage the scene here. Don't worry about joining us, we'll make sure you are not missed.

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Interlude 12

After losing her husband three years back, Chameli had hoped that her son-in-law and her elder daughter would come to her rescue. After all, he was a successful businessman, she was highly educated and they were family. But with her expectations dashed, she had convinced her younger daughter to quit her studies and help her in managing her small farm, till such time she could find her a suitable husband well versed and willing to live like a farmer. Whereas Joohi had spurned suitors in favour of her sense of duty towards her mother, and appeared to be headed down the path of spinsterhood.

Shama's proposal at this sensitive stage to make Mani Sur (Mansoor) and Joohi a match ticked many boxes in Chameli's mind matrix. First, he worked for her son-in-law. Second, there was no dowry demand. Third, he appeared pliable to adjusting to farm routine. Fourth, Shama spoke very highly about him.

But a thought nagged. Why would Shama be getting him to meet her and not her son-in-law, she wondered.

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It was dusk. Mansoor was at the wheel of the car and Shama was in the back with her daughter, as they started the three hour drive to Shama's mother's house. As they hit the highway, they stopped at a roadside eatery to have dinner. Both the girls were excited about the trip, but were tired of the previous day's celebrations. Mansoor also played along and didn't rush the dinner, as a result, when they hit the road again, the daughter promptly fell asleep.

Mansoor drove slowly for about thirty minutes, then took a tree lined branch road. He drove for about a kilometre and stopped in a lightly wooded spot that shielded the car and its occupants from the surrounding fields.

S: What happened? Where are we? Why have you stopped?

M: Shama, I want to fuck you. The last week of abstinence was excruciatingly painful.

S: Even I have missed you, my lord. But can't we get home first?

M: I want to fuck you in the car. I want to dance with you in the dancing car.

During the dinner halt, Mansoor had emptied the boot by placing the bags in the front. Now he placed the sleeping child in the boot, and climbed into the inviting arms in the back seat.

M: My sexy, today is an auspicious day. Although I have already marked you as mine, from today I will start flooding your cunt. I'm going to impregnate you. I'm going to father your children. From now on, I will not waste my cum. I'm going to deposit my entire load in you.

Mansoor accompanied his intentions with disrobing his willing partner, throwing the clothes out of the way. She lay down on the seat and opened her legs for him, and he grabbed the headrests and aligned his dick. She grabbed his dick and guided it to her opening, and he went all inside in a single, violent thrust. After pausing for effect, he withdrew slowly and thrust again. The car rocked in darkness, and the sound of crickets on the outside was punctuated by her soft 'uh's on the inside.

M: You're mine (thrust, uh).... This cunt (thrust, uh).... is mine (thrust, uh).... you belong (thrust, uh).... to me (thrust, yes).... you're gonna be (thrust, yes).... bred by me (thrust, yes).... over (thrust, yes).... and over (thrust, yes).... and over (thrust, yes)....

Mansoor fell on top of Shama and increased the tempo of his thrusting. Now his grunts were punctuated by her words.

S: Yes (thrust, grunt).... Fuck (thrust, grunt)....yes (thrust, grunt)....my (thrust, grunt)....lord (thrust, grunt).... I am (thrust, grunt)....your (thrust, grunt)....cum (thrust, grunt)....dump (thrust, grunt)....gimme (thrust, grunt)....your seed (thrust, grunt)....and I'll (thrust, grunt)....give you (thrust, grunt)....your wish (thrust, grunt)....yes (thrust, grunt)....yesss (thrust, grunt)....

Mansoor held onto Shama's head for leverage, as he pumped with vigorous abandon. Shama's hands went up and down Mansoor's back. The car also danced the sex dance for ten minutes.

As Mansoor's thrusts became shorter and faster, Shama's squeaks became shriller. The sweat that worked out from their bodies added a slurping sound to the slaps between the striking flesh. When he thrust deep into her, eliciting a matching biological response and a long 'aaaahhhhhhhh' from her, his balls emptied their baby batter into her uterus.

The car's dance paused for about five minutes. Mansoor slipped his arms behind Shama's torso and pulled her up to sit on his lap. She bent down on him and went for his mouth and tongue hungrily. He slid down a little, giving space to his 'little man' to knock on heaven's door. Without breaking the kiss, she manoeuvred him back into her. For a few seconds, they remained unmoving, till he flexed his dick. She released his head and grabbed the seat, and then started rocking her hips, as he went for her nipples.

The car danced for another thirty minutes.

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Shama stirred awake, unsure of what had broken into her post sex slumber. She was lying naked on the rear seat of the car. As always, sex sessions with her master had left her drained yet satiated, and she took some moments to re-orient with her surroundings. The smell of sex and sweat lingered in the confines, and brought back blissful memories of and longing for her 'little man'. The colourless life of a dutiful wife of a dry man in a loveless marriage was a fading memory, replaced by a self confidence and independence generated by her devotion to her master.

It was dark, but she could make out the figure of her alpha male slouched over the steering wheel. She was about to rouse him, when her phone vibrated. The lit screen showed the caller as her mother. She saw on the screen that it was past midnight. She didn't connect the call, and when the call timed out, she messaged her mother that they were on the way, and would reach by 3 a.m. Looking around, she found that her daughter was now sleeping on the reclining front seat while Mansoor was topless. Using the phone screen illumination, she started to look for her clothes. The blouse, petticoat and saree were easy to find. She considered taking out a fresh set of undergarments an easier option than looking for the discarded ones. So she opened the rear door to get out of the car, waking up Mansoor in the process. As she walked to the rear of the car using the phone screen light for illumination, Mansoor also got out of the car. As she opened the boot, her naked body became enticingly lit by the boot lamp. She placed the garments in her hands on a side and manoeuvred her bag so that the inside was illuminated. The sound of the bag zip opening drowned out the sound of the trouser zip opening. The horny male grabbed the unsuspecting female.

S: Eek! Mani!! You gave me a heart attack.

M: Now I will give you an arse attack.

S: Stop it, please. Mother gave a call. She is waiting.

M: (bending over her forward leaning body) Let her wait.

S: (placing her hands on the boot floor) She'll get worried.

M: (nibbling her neck nape) Let her worry.

S: But......

M: Shut up, bitch.

Mansoor had no intention of letting this opportunity go. A naked beauty, in the cool darkness of Mother Nature, bent down forward on her hands and legs. He went for her quim. His first thrust found her not as lubricated as the previous occasion, and the resistance and tightness was slightly painful. So he held his thrust, and started licking her back.

M: My sexy, my Shama, my goddess, my bitch, how do you expect me to control myself when you are around? This body is intoxicating. No other woman can do.

In spite of herself, his lips on her back and his words of praise evoked her passion and reacted with a forward and backward motion with a low groan.

S: My lord, I love you with all my heart, body and soul. You own my thoughts, my mind. I have surrendered my entire being to you.

Mansoor grasped Shama's hips and started to move his dick amidst increasing lubrication. Slow at first, his strokes became longer and were soon consistent. His knees were bent slightly as he thrust upwards and deep. She was subconsciously aware of a different situation as he was contacting her clit at a different angle, and she was being pushed upwards on her toes.

The rocking motion and the human grunts and moans woke up the sleeping child. She sat up on the front seat and looked back at the naked torso visible to the rear of the car.

K: Uncle? (no response) Elder father?

Shama was shocked into silence and she froze, but Mansoor continued his motion. He could not see the child in the darkness.

M: Yes, dear?

K: What are you doing? Where are we? Where is Mumma?

M: I am helping your Mummy to select the clothes she should wear when we meet your grandma.

The curious child crawled to the back seat and saw her mother's head down between her forearms. Shama looked up at her daughter's face in response to her call to her. Mansoor did not stop, realising to his perverse delight that Shama had become wetter and tighter. This unique situation increased his arousal.

K: Mumma, what are you doing?

S: Darling, your elder father.....and I....are thank.....ing each....other..... He wanted to....thank me....for looking.....after him.....when he.....was not.....well.....and I am......thanking him......for looking.......after you......and taking care......of you and.......being your.......best friend.

K: But why are you guys naked?

M: Child, we normally thank by shaking hands. We embrace and thank when the thanks is higher. But when the thanks is between a man and a woman (he pushed deep and ejaculated) who are very close (he gave two jerks and spurts), then it is done privately and with love. (He withdrew from her) Your mother is a very beautiful, special and helpful woman (he pulled up his trousers) and she has not been thanked by a man (he walked around the car to the front seat) for a long time. Now I am (he picked up his shirt and put it on) thanking her every day and every night for her love and her beauty.

K: You must thank my grandma and my aunt too. They are also very beautiful and very helpful and very special.

M: I can't do that child.

K: Why not? You are my elder father, Mumma thanks you for looking after me. So grandma and aunt will also thank you for looking after me.

By now, Shama had hurriedly put on her saree and closed the boot. She joined her daughter on the back seat.

S: Enough, darling. Let elder father drive. He has to focus on the road.

K: But, Mumma, elder father thanked you for looking after him. Doesn't father thank you when you look after him?

S: Dear, your father is not very good at thanking. But your elder father is your elder father because he thanked me so well. And because he is your best friend, and he takes care of you, I thank him. A man who cares for a girl will be thanked by the girl's mother.

K: So grandma will thank him if he takes care of you.

S: I am not a little girl, darling. A woman can thank a man directly.

K: But Mumma, you are now a girl. You dress in frocks, you braid your hair, you say you have become as young and beautiful as me. So your mother should thank him.

There was silence as the car sped down the highway.