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This is the seventh chapter of Pramila bhabhi series.
On a Saturday Evening,
A very special day for the men of the chawl. While all the activities go on normally in the chawl there was a knock on the main door of Rajesh and Pramila’s room. A few minutes later Rajesh attended it to find that the person on the door was Ramesh, his neighbor, was standing in front of him with a big smile on his face,
“Are you ready? Come on… let’s go!” said Ramesh with full excitement. Without hearing a reply from Rajesh he grabbed his hand and pulled him out. But then Rajesh freed himself getting back to where he was.
“Go where?” he asked.
“To the fest hall, for Nitin’s bachelor party. Didn’t anybody tell you? Quick, we don’t have any time to waste.” said Ramesh.
“Yes. I know, but I can’t come.” said Rajesh, “Because Pr…”
“NO!…” shouted Ramesh, “You should never turn down an invite to a bachelor party. To make any B Party a success you need 3 B’s; Beat, Booze and Boobs. I know you don’t care for the other two but for sure you like get wasted drinking alcohol. Shhh!” whispered Ramesh.
He was talking as if he took a few pegs of alcohol before coming to invite Rajesh for the party, “Sh!… I know your secret, Rajesh. Don’t worry I won’t tell your wife. Come…”
“Sorry but I can’t. Pramila is sick, I need to take care of her,” explained Rajesh the reason for not coming.
“Don’t you want to come to the party?” he asked.
“Yes. But I need to be by the side of my wife while she is sick,” said Rajesh.
“Why?” asked Ramesh.
“She told me to stay by her bed if she needs anything,” explained Rajesh.
“Noooo…” said Ramesh as he slid by Rajesh getting inside the house walking towards their bedroom, “Let me talk to your wife… I’ll handle it.”
Inside the bedroom, Pramila was sleeping on her bed with her body completely covered with a thick blanket but just her face. She was half asleep when Ramesh walked in.
“What is your problem Pramila? Why don’t you cut some slack to your husband?” asked Ramesh. He was smiling, still, it was rude for him to talk to Pramila like that.
Rajesh followed him to the bedroom and was offended hearing him talk to Pramila like that. But he didn’t stop Ramesh as he desperately wanted to go to the party. Where else will he get free drinks?
“What do you mean? I am sick,” said Pramila in a low shivering voice. “Is it wrong to ask my husband to take care of me while I am ill?” asked Pramila to Ramesh who was standing in front of her leaning on the bed’s edge.
“No. But not today.” he agreed, “All women are getting together. Why don’t you go there? They will take care of you.” said Ramesh.
“I feel too weak to leave my house. I can’t go anywhere. Also, I can’t stand people talking right now so I also can’t call all the women over here.” explained Pramila.
“Okay, what about that college girl Rani. She will be willing to take care you for just a night. I’ll tell her.” said Ramesh giving an alternative.
Pramila paused for a while to think about it. Meanwhile, her husband was quietly observing the conversation from a distance hoping the conclusion swayed in his favor. She looked at her husband and she knew what she had to say.
“Ok… Okay,” she said as loud as she could. Hearing that word both men rejoice not letting her utter another word.
“Thank you Pramila, I owe you one.” said Ramesh holding her hand while her husband Rajesh on another side, “Wow Pramila, you are the best…” he said holding her other hand after which he rushed out, “I will inform Rani at this very instant,” said Rajesh.
Outside both the men rejoiced while leaving, “Cheers to three B’s of Bachelor party; Beat, Boobs and…”
Wait for a couple of hours later,
“…Boooooze” said Rajesh. “Gimme more.” said a drunk version of him, at the party. As correctly said by the neighbor, Rajesh didn’t care about anything else but free alcohol. Now that he was getting it, he was completely hammered.
At present, he along with other drunk men were sitting in one corner taking small and large pegs while discussing how to change the politics of the world. Meanwhile, rest of the men of chawl were dancing to the beat. Having the party hall for themselves.
They were playing music at full volume and were having a chaotic dance and making the night memorable of one such bachelor, Nitin. Nitin was a shy guy. He was a working man and he agreed to finance the party because some said that he was going to lose his virginity tonight.
Though currently, he was moving his hips on the dance floor over music with his friends, he still hoped to move his hips for some other reason with someone else. He was putting a fake smile, but Nitin’s brother Vipin could see through it.
He initiated a conversation with the person who promised Nitin a pussy for fuck, Ramesh. Ramesh was dancing and drinking at the same time when,
“Yeah! Yeah! Nice party man. Awesome!” he shouted as he saw Vipin pass by.
“Enjoying?” asked Vipin.
“Yes. Of course,” said Ramesh while doing a unique dance step of raising up arms and the pulling an imaginary rope down. “Why won’t anybody?”
“I’m asking because my brother isn’t,” said Vipin. Now Ramesh stopped dancing and went to a side with him. “Why?” he asked.
“Don’t you remember? you promised him that you will give him a girl,” said Vipin. Ramesh hearing him smiled and corrected him,
“Not a girl but a mature experienced woman,” he said.
“And when will this imaginary experienced woman be here? tomorrow?” he said sarcastically.
“When the music changes…” said Ramesh while smiling.
“When…?” asks Vipin.
Next Ramesh didn’t say anything but smiled and then pointed at the music actually changes at that moment. From the heavy dance beats, the music changed to sensual tunes for a woman to enter from one corner. The woman was wearing a full covered shiny black outfit with an exception of heart shape boob window which reveals a huge cleavage.
On her face, she was wearing a designer sparkly mask covering most of her face but her mouth. This attire plus darkness in the room left her face unrecognized as she walked to the center of the room. There, suddenly a cylindrical cloth lifted to reveal what was underneath; a raised stage and a pole specially placed for this woman.
The moment she was on the top the song changes and she danced to the tunes while the men surround watched her. Being fully clothed they weren’t happy as expected but they cheer once she starts taking off her clothes. Doing all sorts of tricks around the pole she took off one piece of clothing at a time and threw in the crowd.
First the long hand gloves, then leg stockings, then the jacket followed by pants. Then she teased them while unhooking her bra. All this time, Nitin was sitting as far as possible as his heart pounded thinking about what was going to happen.
To ease him up, the woman called the soon-to-be-married boy upstage. Giving a hard kiss on his lips she asked him, “Take off my bra, I’ve already unhooked it.” and then she threw it in the crowd just for one of the perverts to grab and sniff it.
“Don’t worry I’ll do all the work. You just enjoy the moment,” she said as she used Nitin as a pole she dancing around him, getting excited for what was to follow. The panty which was the only clothing left on her body, she teased but never actually took it off.
All the men started throwing money at her to take her underwear off, as seen in the movies. “If you want a dancer woman to take off her clothes then you have to make those garments heavy stuffed with cash.” said one man while taking out a bundle and then showering her with money, after which other men follow.
Still, in dancing mode, this mysterious woman swayed her hips while taking every note and stuffing in her panty. Getting a chair up, she got Nitin seated on it and then she got on top of him while pulling down her panty to reveal her butt to the crowd.
But, just before the crowd could pleasure their eyes with the nude body of this voluptuous dancer the curtain dropped cutting them off from the ones inside; Nitin and the mysterious dancer. “Noooo…!” they cheer in disappointment as people were desperate to see but sadly they were unable to pull up the curtain.
Though the curtain material was fairly opaque, one could see through to know what was happening behind the curtain. This woman was kissing all over Nitin while taking his clothes off.
Meanwhile, outside the curtain, two men of the chawl had an argument,
“She’s a foreign exotic dancer. Tell him Ramesh.” said one guy.
“He couldn’t have afforded it… Ramesh? Wait, I think she is a local woman, perhaps someone we know.” argued the other.
“Not possible. Have you seen any of the women in bars dance like that? The dancers of the city are good, but not on an international level, not when compared to the woman on stage.” argued the first guy.
“You, my friend are wrong! I will prove it.” said the second guy.
“Fine, Sherlock!”
“Fine!” and they broke off. Clearly, both were drunk so no one knew if they were determined to find the identity of the dancer.
Meanwhile inside the curtain,
“Don’t worry boy, tonight I am going to make a man out of you,” she said while sucking his penis getting it hard erect. Feeling for the first time, someone other than himself touching his ‘dinky’ skyrocketed his pleasure.
He simply sat there while she gave him a blow-job. Though Nitin had a comparatively small penis for her to squeeze it between her huge melons while sucking it at the same time.
She didn’t let him realize that by changing positions to pleasure him with her mouth and complimenting the same. Once he was fairly lubricated and erect, while he was lying naked on the floor she stuffs his dick inside her vagina.
“Oh warm…” he moaned feeling the warmth of a woman’s womb for the first time around his dick. Then holding his hands, she started moving her hips to give him the pleasure of a lifetime.
While all the action was going on, there were many sneaky peaking through the curtain but that didn’t stop her from pleasuring the main man. Immaturely he requested for a doggy-style, she changes position instantly. Unaware of what to do he grabs her ass while she guides his dick inside helping him slide in-and-out while she squeezed his balls.
Being a fresher he wasn’t far from climax and so she turned around for the final step facing him. Both stood up as she rested on the pole lifting her one leg while he thrust her pussy. Close to climax she got on knees to let him cum on her face so that she could swallow it whole.
Losing virginity to a very great experienced woman yet a stranger made Nitin emotional filling his eyes with tears. He thanked her while he was unable to stop smiling.
“Thank you, thank you, thank… you…” he continued as she placed her hand on his mouth.
Done with the actions it was her time to disappear, “Goodbye Handsome boy and Happy Wedding.” she said subtly referencing his boy size penis before there was a sudden blackout after which she instantly vanished.
As the curtain rose, Nitin was dressed, happy and continuously smiling while dreaming about this woman. A few hours later, the party ended and all left to the chawl. While none of the women were aware that there was going to be a nude dancer at the party. They knew that all men were going to get drunk.
So it was decided that all men will sleep in one place instead of their own houses. On the way back to the chawl the topic of discussion was, “Who was the woman behind the mask?” Each one had their own theory.
For those virgin guys who have not tasted the nectar of a pussy yet, they were mesmerized and called her, “Goddess of Love!”
Some said, “She’s an international dancer because she was that good.” Some said, “She is a prostitute since she didn’t hesitate to strip naked in front of these many people.”
Some said, “She is someone Ramesh knows. His relative, probably one of his single sisters,” to which Ramesh clarified, “I don’t have any sisters.” Nitin who had seen her up close and felt her thoroughly in-and-out and then saw her disappear in the thin air had his own weird perverted theory.
“It was the ghost of my dead mother. She came to help me with my situation and disappeared once we were done. I realized it the moment she kissed me on my lips.” said Nitin.
Approaching the chawl gate one of the men suggests, “Or… or it is one of the women of our chawl. Who wore a mask to keep her identity a secret and we might get to fuck her if we figure out who she is.” He said this looking at a woman standing next to the gate.
That woman was none other than Pramila. Fortunately, Rajesh was knocked out and was being helped to walk by Ramesh. Ramesh had nothing to comment on that as others started to argue whether Pramila was the masked woman or not.
Though most of them thought its highly unlikely, the thought of getting some action in future made them argue about it.
“But she was sick and bed-ridden today.”
“She faked it!”
“Why would she do such a thing?”
“I don’t know, ask Ramesh.”
While the men stayed far from the gate, Ramesh went ahead as carried Pramila’s husband Rajesh to Pramila at the gate and then to their room.
“Why are you here? Are you okay? Where is Rani?” asked Ramesh while walking with Pramila and carrying her husband in arms.
“I don’t know, she was there by my side and then suddenly she disappeared. I came out looking for her,” said Pramila. “Looks like the husband has once again drowned himself in alcohol.”
“Don’t worry, this happens only on occasions. Not always. How are you feeling now?” said Ramesh taking him upstairs.
At the door, Pramila unlocked it and opened for Ramesh to walk in. “I’m fine,” she replied. Before she could get in she heard some noise. Following it she went looking at the storeroom near the staircase. There she finally found Rani.
But she wasn’t alone, in the dark room though sufficiently lit by the full moon, Rani was getting fucked by someone she knew. Her eyes widen with shock as she saw them deep in heat of sexual pleasure but she decided to walk away without a word.
Meanwhile still at the chawl gate, “So what you are saying is Pramila is a whore who would do it for money.”
“Or… just a slut.”
“Rani was there with her all the time. How could have she come?”
“She might have slipped through, putting pillows under the blankets. Didn’t you see, she was outside and alone.”
“I don’t believe you. Do you have a proof?”
While the men were having an argument, one of them was at the dumpster about to throw up when he spoke, “I guess here is the proof.”
All the men looked inside to discover the mask, the same mask the naked dancer was wearing. “Aa-ha!” said a guy raising his finger, “Pramila came here to throw the mask but when she was caught, she pretended to be waiting for her husband. Rajesh, who knows nothing about his wife’s secret. Hence proved.” he added while smiling, “The name is Bila Holmes and the address 103, Nyari Chawl.”
“I don’t believe you.” This is what many men said, though each one of them did the mental calculation. They thought that if Pramila is actually the nude dancer, they might as well give a shot in the dark and see if they hit the jackpot.
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