Pramila Bhabhi Fuckfan Club – Funding The Other Way

Note: This is the second part of the PBFC series. Please read the first part to understand the story better.

“Thanks for having sex with me Bhabhi, I am free on the weekend, maybe I’ll pay you a visit, then we can play (click). That’s what Vijay said after which he took a photo of me in his phone and left the room. I was too tired after cleaning the house followed by sex to think about what just happened. About 10-15 minutes later it hit me. I am a married woman still I had sex with another guy, that to with the son of my neighbor. Further adding on the trouble I let him take a photo of me where I am completely naked in bed in a seductive pose. Before taking the photo he told me to widen my legs and stretch my pussy using my hands and I actually did it without hesitation.” her eyes were wet with tears as she told me this tale.

“So, did Vijay come back again for more action?” I asked.

“Yes, he did. But I didn’t let him do anything. It’s been 3 weeks since I had sex with Vijay and since then I have been avoiding him. First time we did it I didn’t understand what was happening. But then later it was clear in my mind that I won’t have sex with Vijay again ever-ev…” she burst into tears this time. I was sitting next to her, so I let my arm around hugging her. She was crying heavily with her eyes shut and her head resting on my shoulder. She was letting out all her pain or guilt or whatever that was.

“Thank…you.. fo.. liste..ning to..me..” She was saying something while crying even though she wasn’t able to complete her sentence. For a moment there she forgot what just happened or what was happening.

It was afternoon time and we were alone in Pramila’s apartment. Both were sitting on the sofa with Pramila crying in my arms. She was wearing an old rugged green saree and she was practically topless. Well her blouse had torn off as it was too old and weak to contain her large melons. She didn’t realize this but I was really enjoying the moment by groping her boob with my hand around her.

Sorry for getting on this part directly. I am really excited talking about that incident. Let me start from the beginning. It all happened as she correctly mentioned 3 weeks after she had sex with Vijay. I am Arun, friend of Vijay, we studied in the same college and lived in the same chawl. It was the time a couple of weeks before Ganesh festival. Every year in our chawl we bring Ganesh idol and celebrate the festival for around 10 days. To celebrate the festival we collect funds from all the residents of the chawl. That year I was entrusted with the job of collecting funds. I was the newest member in the group of organizing festival so they made me run here and there.

That morning I was going door to door to collect funds. A few doors later I came to the room where lived Rajesh and Pramila Naik. The instant I knocked the door, Rajesh opened it in a hurry.

“Good Morning, I have come here to collect funds for the Ganesh festival. With your well wishes and your contribution we will make the festival memorable. We accept whatever amount you desire to give…” It was a long speech I had memorized. But Rajesh seemed not interested. He was simply nodding while he was busy wearing his wrist watch.

“… may god give you peace and prosperity.” I continued even though he wasn’t listening until he interrupted me.

“Wait. It’s a good speech but I am in a hurry right now. Sorry can’t talk. I have given Pramila the money, she’s busy right now come in the afternoon and collect it.” Rajesh said this in a rush and walked out right by me.

Well I expected this. In a few months of stay in the chawl Rajesh had developed a reputation of being a Kanjoos, meaning a Miser, a person who hoards wealth and spends as little money as possible. I had no other option but to come back in the afternoon. So I went and collected funds from other places. I was done by 1:30 in the afternoon after which I went back to Rajesh’s place. I didn’t have lunch, thought I’ll collect this last one and be done for the day. I knocked the door for a while until Pramila Bhabhi answered it.

” Good afternoon Bhabhiji I have come here to collect funds for the festival. Rajesh told me to collect it from you.” I asked politely.

“But he didn’t give me any funds. Wait, I’ll call him. Come in and have a seat.” She replied.

“There’s no need for that Bhabhiji. I have to go for lunch. I’ll just collect funds and leave.” I was too tired and just wanted to go. She smiled looking at me and said,

“It’s really hot today and look at you, you are dripping with sweat. Come inside, I’ll make a sharbat for you.” She insisted on it and then she held my hand to pull me in. I went and sat down on the sofa while she went in to call.

Pramila Bhabhi’s relationship with me is different from the one with Vijay. While he was too shy to talk to her, I used to chat with her a lot. Whenever we would bump into each other while grocery shopping, we used to talk. Once she even took me to a restaurant since I helped picking her grocery bags. We would talk to each other like friends as if there isn’t any age gap between us.

“Rajesh isn’t picking up my calls. Maybe he’s busy with work.” saying this she came back from kitchen with a stainless steel glass of rose syrup sharbat on a tray. She then bent to let me pick up the glass off the tray.

“Here, take it. The sharbat is cold so drink it slowly else it will…” She continued but I didn’t listen the end of it. I shouldn’t have but something else grabbed my attention. Bhabhi was wearing a parrot green blouse which was really tight around her breasts, though it didn’t reveal any cleavage cause the blouse was high up her neck. But as she was very close to me I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any bra which made her nipples point out of the blouse.

She then sat down and started inquiring about home and everything. Then at one point the topic of conversation changed and I totally forgot that I was hungry. For half an hour or so we were chatting lost in the conversation until;

“…and I finally pulled this prank on our math lecturer. But I wasn’t caught, instead the person to get punishment was Vijay.” I wasn’t done with my story yet but I could see the change in her expressions with mere mention of Vijay. I knew something was wrong between them so I went ahead and asked,

“Bhabhi, did something happen between Vijay and you?” I asked this looking at her with serious expressions.

“No. Nothing. Nothing at all. Why? Why do you ask? Did he tell you anything?” she was fumbling with her sentences. Then she looked here and there just trying not to make an eye contact.

“Oh! Look its late. You have to go, don’t you? “, then in a hurry she stood up and went for the sharbat glass. She missed it and the glass went off the table in front of the sofa. The glass fell on the floor making loud noises as it bounced a few times on falling. I was going to pick it up but Pramila bent in a hurry and lift the glass and put it on the tray.

“I guess you have to leave now.” she said this holding glass in one hand and tray in the other. I too stood up, but my eyes widened when I looked at her carefully. Pramila’s blouse was such that it had hooks in the front. But since it was old, the top hooks had parted revealing a huge cleavage. The blouse was held together by mere one hook at the bottom which too seemed to be under stress and about to come apart. Maybe the blouse tore when she bent down to retrieve the fallen glass. But she didn’t notice her blouse ripping off since the loud noise of glass falling covered it.

Me mentioning her torn blouse might seem awkward. I didn’t want the things to be weird between us so I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But fate had something else planned. The last hook of her blouse parted and a piece of it fell inside the glass she was holding. I was controlling my emotions while watching her huge cleavage but when her breast popped out, I couldn’t control anymore. My expressions were like that of a pervert wolf from the cartoon, eyes wide with tongue rolled out. How could I control it was the first time I saw her breasts which till now I only fantasized about. They were big, round and not at all saggy. And pink nipples, this is something I didn’t imagine.

Pramila caught me in an instant so she covered her melons with the tray and rushed into the kitchen. It wasn’t a wise decision on her part to go into the kitchen. Where was she going to find a spare clothing there? I walked right in after her and said,

“I know what happened between Vijay and you.” I said this playing it blind. I knew something was off about Vijay but he never said what actually happened. Though I didn’t have to guess any more as Pramila poured her heart out explaining the whole incident. She was being very detailed while explaining the sex part of the story and her being topless all that time wasn’t helping.

I always considered Pramila like a friend, an elder adviser but never someone I’ll have sex with. I tried to control but things went crazy when she hugged me. I could feel her breast touching me. Automatically, my hand around her, slipped in her blouse grabbing her boob. While she continued with the story I played with her breast, squeezing it and fondling her nipple which was already hard. She said,

“You know the worst part of that incident. Weeks have passed but still I remember the bump in Vijay’s pants. I still remember his hard dick and how much I miss it.” I didn’t realize this first but she was saying all this looking at my pants seeing me get a hard-on. She unzipped my pants taking my dick out and started stroking it. The feeling of a woman touching my private part for the first time was awesome. Instead of over thinking the situation I went along with what happened.

Back in those days in the circle of friends of the chawl we had made a list of ‘top 10 women we would like to fuck’. Pramila was somewhere between 4 and 6, but after what happened between us, she instantly jumped the ranks and sat on the top. Of-course she was ranked first, one moment this woman was crying about what happened and the next moment she was giving me a blowjob. She sucked in really deep taking it in and out without stopping. It was clear that her husband wasn’t satisfying her which made her cheat on him by having sex with other guys. What happened with Vijay was an accident, but she started cheating on her husband by having sex with me.

After getting my dick aroused she took off her saree and her underwear. For the first time Pramila was complete naked in front of me. Usually married women have a lot of pubic hair, but for some reason Pramila had shaved it making her pussy appear even more attractive and young.

She then turned and sat down taking my dick in her vagina which was comparatively tight for a married woman.

Meanwhile I was enjoying her soft round butt. She then held my hands re-positioning them on her waist. While I had firm grip around her waist, she moved up and down slowly, getting fucked by me. I still remember the warmth of her womb I felt on my dick.

“Come on Arun, take charge.” She was right saying this. Because all this time I was in trans enjoying the action while she did all the work, but not anymore. I pushed her to a nearby wall while she faced me, I lift her one leg and started fucking her pussy upfront. We were in hugging position so I couldn’t see her face, but I was sure that she was enjoying it. I then sped up the process and started fucking fast and hard. She couldn’t help but moan,

“Oh yeah.., fuck me Arun…you are some much better…then my husband…” Close to the point of climax I slowed down to take my dick out. But she grabbed me from behind saying,

“I want you to cum inside me. Don’t worry I’m on pills. So come one now, get back to your speed and fuck me hard.” A few last thrusts until I finally came inside her.

“That’s it. That was the time I had sex with Pramila Bhabhi. Eventually she didn’t pay any funds, but there were other services she provided me for paying funds on her behalf. The following festival we had a lot of fun moments with Pramila (and I say ‘we’ on purpose). Oh it’s really interesting. I wanted to have a lot of sex with Pramila but the problem was her husband. But to my luck he had to go out for a week for office work. That was my chance.” Arun is made to stop from talking by the PBFC in-charge.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but it’s time to end our today’s session. But we want to hear more from you the next time. Thank you guys, for coming here and making this session memorable. We’ll meet next week same time and same place to talk about our beloved Pramila Bhabhi. Until then ‘Live long, Fuck hard’.”

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