Poison Pt 01

POISON PART I

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

All characters in this LW Story are 18 years plus. This is an 'Adult Story' indulge in some explicit sexual themes, readership is prohibited to persons below the age of 18.

This story is about ROMANCE, LOVE, SEX, DITCHING, CUCKOLDING, ANAL SEX, HAIRY ARMPITS AND HAIRY PUSSY and VOLUPTUOUS WOMEN.

The story involves three families: One from Africa

P

ETER &

O

LIVIA, another from Europe

I

VAN &

S

TACY, and the third one from Asia

O

UM &

N

ANDU. There were also four teenage children: Two son & daughter of Ivan & Stacy -- Named DON & DORRA, another twin son & daughter of Oum & Nandu -- Named DEV & DISHA.

ADD THE FIRST LETTERS OF THE THREE COUPLES: IT IS

P + O + I + S + O + N = POISON!

That was the nomenclature of the story. But why POISON? Keep on reading the story till PART III.

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Have a good time reading... 'POISON'... And a great day of living in a grand lifestyle of your own... LIVE LIFE KINGSIZE... LIVE LIFE THE WAY YOU ARE... THAT IS THE WAY TO HAPPINESS AND HEALTHY LIFESTYLE!

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

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PRELUDE:

PETER

and

OLIVIA

were a perfect couple from African continent. Peter was working as a VP in Mumbai, India in a FMCG Company. Olivia was a freelance photographer specialised in wildlife photography. Both Peter and Olivia were school time sweethearts and married for the past twelve years with a happy marriage and healthy life style.

Peter was 37, with a height of 6'6" and a body mass of 260 pounds. Charcoal black skin, woolly hair, mountain of a man. Olivia too was a Negro. Everything about her was big. With a height of 5'9" and a weight of 175 pounds, she had an envious pair of breasts as huge as watermelons -- 40" 'DD', and a massive pair of butt-cheeks in excess of 46". Her figure was no less sexually explicit than that of a voluptuous Negro woman from an 'Interracial BDSM' raunchy video. But, in contrary to her body she really had a beautiful face and a husky voice. They had two children; a son (Bob) aged 10 and a daughter (Amoy) 7.

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It was during a school annual sports meet that Peter and Olivia met

IVAN

and

STACY

in their children's school campus through a common friend. Ivan and Stacy were basically from Europe and settled in Mumbai for the past two decades, after they fall in love with each other first, then with the financial capital of India, and finally with the biggest democracy of the world.

Ivan was working as a financial executive in a multinational company, and Stacy as a Visual Merchandising executive with a global conglomerate. Ivan was a healthy European with a height of 6'3" and a weight of close to 200 pounds. He was muscular and was a fitness freak. Stacy was just the opposite of Ivan. She was pixie with a height of just 5'2" and a weight of 120 pounds. She was a true blonde with shoulder length thick and straight hair, almond shaped eyes, perky nose, pouty lips and a million dollar smile. She had a fairly descent pair of breasts -- 34" 'C' and a pair of pear-shaped butt-cheeks -- 36". Everything about her was sexy.

Ivan was on the wrong side of 40s and Stacy was pushing 40s, if one sees her gym-fit body and parlour-fit face, then she would definitely be passed as a woman in her late 20s and not in late 30s. Yes there was an age gap of about ten years between the loving couple. The saying goes right for them that 'Love Knows No Age'. They were a truly a loving couple with a son aged 20 and a daughter 19. The son

DONALD

(

DON

) was pursuing his MBA from a South Indian University off Bangaluru (old Bangalore), capital of Karnataka, India. And the daughter

DOROTHY

(

DORRA

) was too enrolled into the same University as her elder brother and was doing her Medical.

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The link was incomplete without

OUMKAR

(

OUM

) and

NANDINI

(

NANDU

) a happily married couple from Delhi, Peter and Olivia's close friends for the past three years, who were in Delhi for the past three years before transferred to Mumbai. Oum was working as a Colonel with the Indian Army and his lovely wife was a Nursery teacher with one of the top private schools of Delhi. Oum was a long and strong Punjabi man with a height of 6'1" and a weight of 180 pounds, with crew cut hair, fit and fat-free body.

Nandu was 5'6" with a weight of 150 pounds. She too was a typical Punjabi with fair complexion, long hair, big eyes, long nose, rosy lips, chubby cheeks, dimple chin. Like a typical Punjabi woman she was a proud possessor of a pair of envious boobs admeasuring 38" 'EE' and massive butt-cheeks of 40".

Oum was 44 years old and Nandu was 39. They got married twenty years back with twin son and daughter

DEV

and

DISHA

. Both 19 years old. They were pursuing their graduation from Ramjas College, Delhi University, Delhi; India.

This story has SIX ADULTS: PETER (37) & OLIVIA (35), IVAN (49) & STACY (38), OUM (44) & NANDU (39); FOUR TEENAGERS: DON (20) & DORRA (19), DEV (19) & DISHA (19); and TWO KIDS: BOB (10) & AMOY (7).

As the story continues, I hope gradually you will get accustomed with all the characters, their role within the story and their subsequent related activities.

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CHAPTER: 1 -- The Summer of 2019

Year: 2019, Month: May, Date: 8

th

, Day: Wednesday, Time: 8.00 AM.

Mumbai International Airport.

Two Ola Taxies stopped near the entry gate and two families got down. Ivan and Stacy from one, and Peter and Olivia from the other along with their two kids Bob and Amoy. After the initial pleasantries all the six of them rushed towards the entry gate for the check-in formalities.

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Time: 8.30 AM

Bangaluru International Airport.

Don and Dorra got down from their Uber taxi and hurried towards the entry gate with brisk steps for their flight formalities.

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Time: 9.00 AM

Delhi International Airport.

Oum and Nandu along with Dev and Disha got down from their Ola taxi and moved into the airport for their onward board to the scheduled destination.

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Time: 11.00 AM

Bhubaneswar International Airport outer exit lobby. All the twelve of them were sitting and relaxing in the plush CCD cafe and enjoying their hot and cold beverages, while waiting for their luxury vehicle to the desired destination.

"Mummy, how long do we have to wait out here?" Asked Amoy while relishing her Choco-Truffle Fresh-Cream Pastry.

"Why got bored waiting?" Asked Olivia.

"No. If we we'll have to wait for more time, then I can have one more pastry." Replied Amoy with a wicked smile on her cute little face.

"You don't have to ask mummy or papa for anything from now on wards, till we are here in Odisha for the next two weeks. Now you have three big brothers with you -- Bob, Don and me" Saying so Dev got up and got another pastry with hot chocolate and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"Wow Bro!" Yelled Amoy in excitement, "The three of you'll spoil me like crazy." Saying so she took a large portion, this literally melted in her mouth, "Uuummmmmm...? Just delicious..."

"Not three Sis, but five, me and Dorra too." Said Disha, "If each one of us put on one extra pound into your chubby figure, by the time you return to Mumbai, you would gain a cool five pounds."

"Are you scaring me by any chance?"

"No. Spoiling you!" Said Disha and everyone burst into laughter.

That was when Oum's cell phone buzzed; he picked up the call, wrote down the details into his pocket pad, then disconnected the call and said, "Guys, our vehicle has just arrived. Let's move out." Saying so he got up and went to the counter paid up the bill. All pulled and carried their luggage as they moved out of the airport through the exit door. The vehicle driver was standing there with a bold placard "MR. OUMKAR SINGH AND FAMILY". Oum waved at the driver and he guided the group towards the vehicle.

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It was a twelve seater 'FORCE TRAVELLER' luxury high-roof minibus, excluding the driver's seat. One by one everyone got into the bus, leaving the two hunk teenagers Don and Dev to put all the baggage into the luggage carrier along with the driver.

When they finally got into the bus, Peter had kept his side seat reserved for Dev, as he was meeting him after about three years. The last time he saw him was when he was 16 and was in 10

th

standard. Now he a well hung young man doing his graduation from Delhi University.

Don went down to the last row. There was Nandu sitting crossed legged and reading a Sidney Sheldon novel 'The Other Side of Midnight'.

"Nice novel." Said Don while settling next to her. She looked at the young gym-fit guy through her specs covered eyes, "I love reading while travelling." Replied Nandu with a cute little smile on her promiscuous lips.

"But why are you spending so much time just to know how the heroine is taking revenge...?" Said Don with a smirk on his chiselled face.

"Aawwww... Such a spoilt sports," Nandu exasperated as she closed the book and removed her specs.

"Thank you THREE times Angel Aunt." Said Don with a smile.

"What did you call me?" Asked Nandu.

"Aunty..."

"No, before that?"

"ANGEL!"

"Really?"

"No. Actually you're much more than that. But I couldn't find a better adjective than that in my kitty at present."

"Trying to impress?"

"No. planning to flirt!"

"I'm probably as old as your MOM!"

"But, certainly NOT my MOM!"

"That doesn't give you the license to flirt with me."

"No harm trying..."

"You're absolutely incorrigible."

"Agreed. My GF says the same thing to me all the time."

"Why didn't you bring her along?"

"She'd have burned with jealousy seeing such a lovely woman besides me."

Nandu couldn't stop her laugh looking at the young stud's boldness. She patted his unshaven cheek a bit and asked, "Why you thanked me THRICE?"

"That was an old statement!"

"What's the new one?"

"I THANK YOU 'FOUR' TIMES!"

"Keep on telling..."

"Keep on counting..."

"One?"

"For stopped reading that boring book."

"Two?"

"For removing your specs, so that I could ogle into your dark almond eyes."

"Three?"

"You stopped reading and started talking."

"Four?"

"Patting my cheek with your lovely fingers. You've made my day, ANGEL Aunty."

"You're both naughty and intelligent." Said Nandu as she put her hand on his. As the bus jerked a bit, Nandu's palms instead of holding his palm, caught hold of his crotch. She was shocked. He was amused. "Sorry. It's just an accident." Said Nandu stammering.

"I really never mind. Why to say sorry." Instantly replied Don with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You're an absolutely gone case." Said Nandu trying to be poised.

"Je t'aime!"

Said Don with a smirk on his face to impress Nandu.

"What?"

"A French phrase meaning 'I LOVE YOU'!" Saying so he snatched a light kiss on her left cheek.

"What are you doing?" Yelled Nandu in a low yet lingering tone, "Are you crazy?"

"Yes. Of course I'm!" He replied looking into her dazed eyes, "I literally got hooked onto your Indian Punjabi Beauty since I saw you in the airport just before an hour and half."

"...And to how many GIRLS have you told this dialogue before me?"

"Well, might be a dozen or two. But to be honest with you... To a beautiful 'WOMAN' for the first time!"

'Liar."

"I swear."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"There is my son DEV sitting along with Mr. Peter. Go and give a tight slap on his face."

"Now?"

"Yes. Immediately."

"What would be my reward?"

"Anything you want."

"Any limit?"

"Absolutely not."

"No back-out later on?"

"No. A promise is a promise."

"Okay, just wait and watch." Saying so Don got up.

"I'm game!" Replied Nandu with a contagious smile on her sexy lips.

Don moved onto the seat occupied by Dev in brisk steps. Before anyone could understand or realise, Don gave a tight slap on Dev's face.

There was a pin-drop-silence in the bus. A shockwave went through everyone. The only noise inside the vehicle was that of the AC vents.

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Most had their mouths opened in an unbelievable way. Before anyone could understand and realise, Don knelt down in front of Dev with folding hands and begged, "Sorry for what I did to you. It was a promise I made to your MOM! So, I'd to fulfil it. In return you can give me two solid slaps. Might be three slaps, I won't mind. On top of that you've also earned a couple of hampers!" Said Don in a dramatic way.

"Hampers?"

"Yes, 'Gift Hampers'." Replied Don, "Here is the first one of Rs.10,000/- INR cash award and added the second one you can kiss my sister Dorra. How about that?" Saying so Don took out five crispy Rs.2000/- INR notes from his wallet and put the same on Dev's awaiting hand and pulled him onto his legs. Before Dev could realise, he was standing in front of Dorra. They looked each other awkwardly.

"What happened?" Asked Don, "Haven't you seen a girl before? Come on kiss her quickly, before she alters her mind." That was enough fuel for Dev to bent down and kisses Dorra on her pouty lips!

What a feeling that was! Both Dev and Dorra were lost in a world of eroticism.

"Happy Birthday Sis!" Said Don with a smirk on his face, as he pulled out Dev and stoop down to kiss Dorra's cheek with affection.

"Bro, my birthday is tomorrow. Not today." Said Dorra with a smile to Don and a blushed look to Dev.

"No worry Dorra, we would celebrate your BD midnight. Take it either way, today or tomorrow, as you wish." Said Disha with a smile, not before Don quickly kissed her cheek and said, "That's the ready wit I liked it" Saying so he looked at Dev and mouthed, 'You kissed my sis, and I kissed yours'. Equation neutralised.' While turning around and gave a wide grin and quick wink at Nandu.

Everyone seemed to recover from the initial shock, excepting Nandu. As she looked at the Tall-Fair-Handsome hunk slowly inching towards her with a winning smile on his chiselled face. He came over and sat next to Nandu and asked, "Which movie would you like to watch?"

"What?" Asked Nandu while recovering from her shock.

"DDLJ (Dilwale Dulhaniyan Le Jaayenge) or Sound of Music?"

"Any day Sound of Music, my all time fav." Said Olivia looking at Don over her shoulder while turning her head back.

"Driver Uncle, 'Sound of Music' please." Said Don in a louder tone.

No sooner Don's words were finished, Sound of Music was there on the 39" Plasma TV screen right behind the driver's cabin. Divya and Dorra pulled out chilled coke cans and Lays Maxx chips and distributed to all the occupants including the driver. Don tear-open the wafer pouch and took a potato chip and lovingly put into Nandu's mouth.

"Today I've own you. So, no questioned to be asked. I'll do WHATEVER I wish to do." Said Don with a egoistic voice.

"Yes Sir." Nandu said dramatising her statement.

The movie was good, but neither Don nor Nandu wouldn't have known. They made out throughout the entire show. Hand in hand, thighs rubbing against each other, Don was playing with Nandu's long and thick hair, intermittently kissing her smooth cheeks, amidst her shy and aroused giggles.

Dorra and Amoy were sharing a seat just in front of Don and Nandu. Half way through the movie, the suspecting noises put their ears into alert mode. They looked back. Nandu frowned and had the decency to look embarrassed, but didn't say anything. Don saw both the girls and gave them a thumb up behind Nandu's back.

Disha saw her MOM's precarious condition at the same time Don's smirk and being an intelligent girl she could immediately calculate two plus two four, so she could guess Don's slap on Dev's face definitely a pre-planned or pre-bet activity between her MOM and Don. As she turned back her head saw her brother Dev looking at their MOM and Don having fun and watching the movie. There was a churn inside Dev's stomach, which Disha could easily make out and said, "Well, at least you have an edge over him tonight."

"How do you figure that?"

"You've got two hot MOMs -- Olivia and Stacy, and two beautiful girls me and Dorra with you. He just has our MOM. So who's in an advantageous position? You or him?" Amoy giggled at Disha's statement.

Dev laughed and said, "As great as that sounds, Sis, a FIVESOME with you guys! Neither I'm keen nor interested."

Olivia over-heard the brother and sister said, "Too bad for your dialogue. By the way young boys always find experienced women hot. Me or Stacy, irresistible for you." Saying so she winked at Dev which made Disha, Amoy and Dorra to laugh to their heart content. The tease of Olivia was a bit too much for Dev, he slowly mouthed 'I love you' and gave her a flying kiss, to which she not only giggled but also reciprocated.

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All had got up early to catch the flight. Thus midway through the movie most of them dozed off. As Oum got up, he unmistakably heard, the low grunts coming from the rear of the vehicle. He turned around and saw Nandu had slipped forward on her seat and Don had knelt down before her with his face between her wide opened naked legs.

Nothing was left for imagination as to what was going on. He looked around all other were sleeping. He got up and walked near the erotically engaged couple. Nandu's eyes were closed and her face was radiating with a glow of sexual bliss. As Don's back was to Oum, he too could not see as he slowly approached the engaged couple.