Kajal story is very tempting and driving people crazy about it. Please continue and make it more exciting. You can introduce other actress characters while they visit outside ashram or village.Since there was darkness here, my eyes took some time to adjust and now I could clearly see that just a few yards away a male and a female were standing close by the cover of a tree. They seemed engrossed in themselves and did not notice I was there also in the dark. I moved a little to get a clearer view. The man was middle aged, but the female was a teenage girl. The girl was wearing ghagra-choli, which is the common dress here for women. The scene was indeed steamy as the man had hugged the girl and was trying to kiss on her lips and girl was eluding his lips by constantly moving her head. I noticed that the man has now cupped one of her boobs over her choli and the girl's resistance was getting weaker. In no time the girl was stroking her fingers through the hairs of the man and they were lip-locked. As they were kissing, I saw that the man now took one of his hands off her boobs and cupped her tiny ass over her ghagra. Seeing such hot activities from such close proximity made my nipples grow hard right away. I was getting great pleasure peeping like this. As the man was energetically squeezing the girl's young boobs, my right hand also automatically went towards my tight boobs and touched my nipples. I noticed the girl was now almost gasping, as the man descended from her lips to her boobs. He was almost biting her boobs over her choli and pulled up her ghagra with his embracing hands almost to her thighs. I could not stop myself pinching my own nipples over my bra and blouse seeing this very passionate sight. Immediately I felt hint of precum within my pussy also and feeling quite thirsty seeing this 'live' show.
"Paro, Paro, where are you?"
The couple behind the tree and myself both almost froze to this voice. I noticed an old man was searching probably for that girl calling her name, must be her father or a relative. As soon as the old man crossed us to a safe distance, I noticed the girl adjusted her dress and ran away immediately and the man followed suit in the opposite direction. I was cursing the old man, as I was thoroughly enjoying the scene, and now that everything was over I came out of the darkness adjusting my bra a little to breathe easy, and went towards the ornament shop to wait for Uday.
Uday came after some minutes with a smiling face.
Uday: Madam, you should thank your luck. You don't have to go in the bullock cart.
I was so pleased to hear that not knowing what actually was waiting for me in the next hour. I never anticipated that this auto rickshaw ride would also be a memorable one like my tailor's encounter with Master-ji and Ramlal.
Me: Thanks Uday. What have you arranged?
Uday: An auto rickshaw Madam.
Me: Thank god Uday.
Uday: But Madam, in this part people doesn't travel in rickshaws as you travel in the cities. It's basically a good carriage here. So you might face a little problem with goods loaded in that vehicle.
Me: Still it's hundred times better than that slow cart and definitely it should take lesser time.
Uday: Of course Madam. It should take 15-20 minutes only.
We went out of the fair and I did not feel it necessary to mention what I say to Uday. The rickshaw was standing a bit far away. There was not much light outside the fair arena and the moon was also not there in the sky. I could well see goods tied already at the top of the rickshaw and also to its sides by rope.
Uday: Madam, this is Mishra-ji. This is his auto. Fortunately he is going towards our ashram.
Mishra-ji was an elderly man, visibly obese, and fifty plus for sure. He was completely bald headed. He was wearing a dhoti and a bush shirt. Uday introduced me to him.
Mishra-ji: Beti, you will have some difficulty I can understand, as there is scarcity of space in my rickshaw due to the goods, but if you can tolerate me and my rickshaw for 15 minutes, you will reach ashram.
I smiled to his words and felt at ease due to his age and also as he was addressing me as "beti". Since there were packaged goods in the front seat too, hardly any space was there to sit except for the driver. Hence Uday, myself, and Mishra-ji sat at the backseat of the auto rickshaw. Mishra-ji boarded first, followed by me. I was surprised to see something black sitting at Mishra-ji's foot as I got up.
Mishra-ji: This is my pet dog Moti. Wherever I go, he follows me. But he will not create any commotion, be rest assured Beti.
I sat beside him and his dog was looking up at me. Thankfully Moti was a small sized dog, but I could not make out his breed though I love dogs among the household pets. The dog apparently looked well behaved and did not react seeing unknown faces. I noticed that there were a couple of packets on the seat too, as there was no other vacant space to keep them in the auto rickshaw. Naturally the sitting area was cramped, more so because of Mishra-ji's overweighed body.
Mishra-ji: Beti, you can see my size. You might just struggle sitting in this short space and for that do heavily curse me. May be by that I lose some kilos and next time when I allow someone to sit in my rickshaw, he or she gets a better ride.
We all laughed at his prank including the driver. Frankly there was very little place for Uday to squeeze in the backseat. I tried to move as much as possible maintaining decency to Mishra-ji, but then also Uday could marginally touch his ass to the seat. The auto rickshaw started on its way immediately as we boarded. For accommodating me Mishra-ji took his left arm around me over my head on the seat top and my face was now so close to his armpit that I could inhale the odour of his sweat from his shirt.
Mishra-ji: Beti, are you a little better now?
I nodded and shifted an inch more to him almost gluing to his body so that Uday could sit a little better and he was now able to move his ass in between my thighs and the auto seat boundary. In the process I realized his right elbow already touched my thrusting left boob and was feeling its softness. I did not want to encourage him at all in front of the elderly man and so just gently pushed his elbow with my left hand.
Mishra-ji: All three of us own big garage spaces to park our cars.
Uday laughed on this comment, but I could not grasp what that old man meant.
Me: I could not get you Mishra-ji.
Mishra-ji: Beti, I mean we all have heavy bottoms and thus when we garage ourselves in this seat, we all need big spaces to park our...
It was not required to complete his sentence and we all laughed at the comment. I must say this old man had a decent sense of humor. As we laughed I realized that Uday was again trying to elbow me taking the advantage of the semidarkness within the rickshaw. I did not disapprove him this time, as I still could not shrug off the erotic scene that I enjoyed in the fair. As someone dips his finger in a bowl of oil, Uday, seeing me not hindering his hand, started dipping his right elbow to the depth of my rubber-tight boob.
Mishra-ji: Oh! My head!
There was a bump, which the driver probably missed, and since the rickshaw was going at a fair speed, it jerked strongly. The driver immediately slowed down and I inquired out of courtesy to Mishra-ji if he had hurt himself
Mishra-ji: I bumped it on the rod Beti.
Mishra-ji pointed towards his forehead and I turned a bit towards him and tried to see what happened to his forehead. As I took my hand towards her forehead, he held my fingers and showed the area where he was hurt.
Me: You remove your fingers from forehead and let me see if there is any cut or not.
As he dropped down his hand and since my right arm was lifted to see his forehead, his elbow directly pressed on my right boob. I did not mind that and moreover he was calling me "beti", so no other thoughts came to my mind at all and I was really eager to see his bumped forehead. As he was tall, even in the sitting posture I had to stretch myself and in the process the side of my right boob was entirely open. I felt Mishra-ji's left elbow was digging deep on my right boob under my raised arm. Since there was absolutely no place to shift or move I felt he had no other option but to place his left hand there to accommodate me to see his forehead.
Mishra-ji: Hope its not cut or bruised?
Me: Could not see very clearly Mishra-ji, but seems okay.
Mishra-ji: Please check it a bit Beti.
As I was feeling his forehead with my fingers for a bump, I felt elbow was now firmly placed under my raised armpit and was pressing my juicy mango. Moreover, Uday seeing the chance increased his naughty handwork. He was now elbowing me more deliberately and with more force. He was almost circling his elbow tip on my taut flesh within my bra and blouse. So, now I was in a position where two different males were elbowing my mangoes in a moving auto rickshaw though I was sure Mishra-ji's touches were not purposeful.
I completed inspecting Mishra-ji's forehead and tried to bring down my arm, but then only, Mishra-ji's pet dog that was lying so far at his feet jumped up to his lap. The old man trying to provide accommodation for his dog virtually poked his whole elbow into my tight boob feeling very adequately the firmness of it. Now to assist Moti to sit on his master's lap, I had to keep my right arm at Mishra-ji's back on the seat top. I realized that this actually made me more vulnerable as my whole of right boob remained unguarded.
Uday: Madam, I think this is the right way to extract some space for each of us. As you have kept your hand behind Mishra-ji, let me keep mine also behind you. That way you will also get some space.
Mishra-ji: Uday seemed to be getting intelligent by the minute, isn't it Beti?
Again there was a roar of laughter. Moti also barked twice I do not know why. At that moment a cycle coming from the opposite side was flagging us to stop. The driver stopped our vehicle and the man on the cycle informed us that there was an accident half a kilometer ahead and road was closed, so we should take the left turn from here.
Uday: Oh god! That's a pretty lengthy route Madam.
Me: How long will it take via that route?
Uday: 40-45 minutes at least.
Mishra-ji: No use thinking on that. It's just a matter of additional half an hour.
Our auto took the left turn and off we went. Since this road was not a main road, the lighting was not adequate here and the road was also more bouncy. My heavy boobs were jumping within my bra quite a bit now. Uday was the first one to take advantage of this situation. Now that his right hand was behind me at my back, he with each jerk was embracing me tighter. I looked through the corner of my eyes to Mishra-ji and thankfully he seemed busy with his dog on his lap. Uday was now getting a free access to my right boob as my right arm was lifted and he was sort of embracing me with his hand going behind my body. He was now very easily cupping and squeezing my unguarded right breast below my sari pallu. I was thoroughly enjoying that though was conscious enough to keep my pallu in place so that the old man could not see anything.
Suddenly the auto rickshaw braked seeing a bump or whatever, but the effect was thoroughly embarrassing for me. As the vehicle braked, Uday was actually cupping my right boob from the underside; the sudden brake made his fingers dug in my boob. Mishra-ji's right arm was in a folded position on his dog's head just a few inches from my boob; the sudden brake brought his palm directly over my boob also. It was like two men holding my one boob and both their hands met in that sudden brake!
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Hot storyShe shut her eyes as I penetrated her slowly, I could hear her mumbling to herself as I started to rock back and forth with slow strokes of penetrating her all the way and then out also almost till the tip of my cock, "fuck...this is what I was afraid of," as she kept moaning softly.
"What were you afraid of mom?" I asked picking up speed and squeezing her hips.
She had started pushing back with my every stroke her eyes were shut she had clenched her hands shut with the bed cover in them and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she said, "you know you've just turned your mom into your cock slut, this is what I was afraid of baby."
As I saw her hourglass shaped back and that pertly round ass pushing back at me I couldn't help myself and started spanking her ass with one hand as I held her ponytail with the other pulling her head back and started really giving it to her saying, "so does that mean I fuck you and use you as and when I want mom?" Giving her another spank on her ass while tugging on her hair.
I could feel her pussy tighten again as she screamed "Yesssss..." all the while moaning.
Then she started screaming, "fuck me harder baby, fuck me like a whore.....aaahhh I am your whore baby so fuck me like one." I saw her looking into my eyes through the mirror as she said this.
The next 20 minutes we didn't leave eye contact as I kept fucking her harder and harder while continuously spanking her and pulling at her ponytail tail with her screaming nonstop with every stroke and me grunting loud like a pig.
Eventually mom collapse on the bed making may cock slip out as she lay flat on her stomach, shaking like a leaf as she started to cum, while fingering herself.
I waited for her orgasm to end then I laid on top of her penetrating her pussy again and started humping her. Half way through getting her breath back she was moaning again.
Then I heard her say, "I love you baby, I really do."
"I love you too mom." I said as I started picking up speed.
"Yes you can fuck me as and when you want, but that doesn't mean I won't be fucking around baby." She said softly between her moans.
Just hearing her say that I answered with a loud grunt, "I wouldn't want it any other way mom" as I pulled out and started to cum all over her ass and back, while giving her ass another spank.
As we laid down getting our breaths back mom said, "you'll be okay with me fucking around with guys on your bed while you're at work?"
"As long as I get all the juicy details while we fuck our brains out in the evening." I said smiling and was already getting turned on.
"You'll be okay with me fucking your friends or the building guard or the sweeper?l" she was sounding horny again.
As I answered back in a hoarse voice, "yes mom." And picturing her with them my cock was hard again.
Mom smiled at me and said, "wow the thought of me with them did that baby, don't worry mum will not only take care of this but will make all your fantasies come true, in fact you can watch or fuck me with them, whatever rocks your boat." And she went down on me.
THE-END
Excellent workShe shut her eyes as I penetrated her slowly, I could hear her mumbling to herself as I started to rock back and forth with slow strokes of penetrating her all the way and then out also almost till the tip of my cock, "fuck...this is what I was afraid of," as she kept moaning softly.
"What were you afraid of mom?" I asked picking up speed and squeezing her hips.
She had started pushing back with my every stroke her eyes were shut she had clenched her hands shut with the bed cover in them and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she said, "you know you've just turned your mom into your cock slut, this is what I was afraid of baby."
As I saw her hourglass shaped back and that pertly round ass pushing back at me I couldn't help myself and started spanking her ass with one hand as I held her ponytail with the other pulling her head back and started really giving it to her saying, "so does that mean I fuck you and use you as and when I want mom?" Giving her another spank on her ass while tugging on her hair.
I could feel her pussy tighten again as she screamed "Yesssss..." all the while moaning.
Then she started screaming, "fuck me harder baby, fuck me like a whore.....aaahhh I am your whore baby so fuck me like one." I saw her looking into my eyes through the mirror as she said this.
The next 20 minutes we didn't leave eye contact as I kept fucking her harder and harder while continuously spanking her and pulling at her ponytail tail with her screaming nonstop with every stroke and me grunting loud like a pig.
Eventually mom collapse on the bed making may cock slip out as she lay flat on her stomach, shaking like a leaf as she started to cum, while fingering herself.
I waited for her orgasm to end then I laid on top of her penetrating her pussy again and started humping her. Half way through getting her breath back she was moaning again.
Then I heard her say, "I love you baby, I really do."
"I love you too mom." I said as I started picking up speed.
"Yes you can fuck me as and when you want, but that doesn't mean I won't be fucking around baby." She said softly between her moans.
Just hearing her say that I answered with a loud grunt, "I wouldn't want it any other way mom" as I pulled out and started to cum all over her ass and back, while giving her ass another spank.
As we laid down getting our breaths back mom said, "you'll be okay with me fucking around with guys on your bed while you're at work?"
"As long as I get all the juicy details while we fuck our brains out in the evening." I said smiling and was already getting turned on.
"You'll be okay with me fucking your friends or the building guard or the sweeper?l" she was sounding horny again.
As I answered back in a hoarse voice, "yes mom." And picturing her with them my cock was hard again.
Mom smiled at me and said, "wow the thought of me with them did that baby, don't worry mum will not only take care of this but will make all your fantasies come true, in fact you can watch or fuck me with them, whatever rocks your boat." And she went down on me.
THE-END
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# Nayanthara's Mansion
Part -- 7
"So, you two are spending the night?" Anushka looked over the dining table at Karun and Hansika.
"Yeah ... we'll go to temple with you tomorrow ... so ..." Karun talked while chewing some steak.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Anushka took a sip of wine. "It's not polite."
"Sorry." Karun took a minute to swallow the food in his mouth and then looked at his eighteen-year-old, little brother. "So, has freakazoid here been to the doctor about his mutated dangler?"
"Goodness." Anushka placed her wineglass on the table with a hard thud. The red liquid sloshed inside it. She gave her eldest an icy look.
"Shut up, Karun." Shriya also gave her big brother a fierce stare. "You're such a bully."
Karun's wife, Hansika, gazed over at Krishan with a quizzical look on her face. Her brother-in-law was scrawny in all the places Karun filled out. Krishan had none of the muscles, or the height, that Karun had. But the teenager was also quite large where Karun was not. How odd. Life was full of strange juxtapositions. Krishan caught her staring, and Hansika blushed and turned her eyes to her plate. She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder and raised her fork, taking a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.
"I'm afraid Shriya's right." Ganesh wanted to intervene before the siblings went at each other's throats. "You should apologize to everyone at this table."
"Sorry." Karun smiled. He didn't look very sorry. "So, doctor or not?"
"We can't afford the doctor right now, and he's doing fine." Anushka thought about how Krishan had taken her in the basement just hours ago. Her youngest son was certainly healthy. If anything, his parts worked too well.
"So, has it shrunk back down to normal size?" Karun leaned toward Krishan. "Or do you still got Frankenstein's package down there?"
Anushka took a deep breath. Ganesh and Shriya glared at Karun. Hansika looked down at her plate.
"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster." Krishan met Karun's gaze. "I never thought I'd see you jealous, Karun."
"Jealous of a freak?" Karun let out a harsh, false laugh.
"That's enough, Karun." Ganesh really wanted to change the subject. How had his family devolved into insulting each other's bodies? "Let's talk about something else."
"I'm not a freak." Krishan was sick and tired of his brother's shit. "There's lots of guys with these issues. Mom even helped me find some new underwear that fit."
"You need help with your underwear?" Karun sneered. "What did she measure it for you, too?"
"No," Krishan whispered.
"It's no big deal." Anushka looked at her husband. "I've always bought underwear for the children."
"Yeah." Ganesh had known about the new underwear, but didn't like the suggestion that Anushka had measured Krishan. Ganesh wished he didn't care. All bodies were God's work, after all. But try as he might, he wasn't comfortable with Krishan's size. It felt ... dangerous somehow. "Of course she helped Krishan with an uncomfortable situation. The teenage years are awkward. I remember. I'm sure you remember, Karun. You're all lucky you have a mother willing to help you with anything."
This last statement caught Anushka mid-sip, and she coughed up her wine, spraying it on the table cloth.
Ganesh patted her back. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just got something down ... the wrong pipe." Anushka's face was very red. "Let's talk about something else."
"Of course, dear." Nothing would make Ganesh happier. The less he thought about that situation the better. "You've upset your mother, Karun. We'll hear no more about this."
"Sure, Dad." Karun nodded and eyed his little brother. "Sorry." He smiled his wolfish smile.
~~
The labyrinth was a cold, dark place with slate-gray walls. Anushka raced down one corridor after the next, stopping at dead ends and taking random turns. Her naked form shook with each stride. Her unsupported boobs ached as they bounced, forcing her to run with her arms pressed firmly on her bosom. Cold sweat dripped down her neck and spine.
Something followed her. With each false turn and dead end, she felt the thing draw closer. The chase felt like an unwinding ball of thread. She rapidly approached the vanishing center.
A hand shook her shoulder. "Anushka. Wake up Anushka," a voice whispered in her ear.
"Krish?" Anushka's eyes shot open. She was in bed with her husband snoring next to her. Soft starlight filtered in from their bedroom window casting deep shadows throughout the room. Anushka sucked in her breath. A woman stood over her, with her cold hand resting on Anushka's naked shoulder.
"No. Not Krish. It's me." Nayanthara gave the wife a reassuring smile. "You were having night terrors and I couldn't bear to watch you suffer through it."
"I thought the Samatars sent you away," Anushka whispered. She pulled her blanket up to her chin.
"They tried their best, dearie. Don't fault them for their failures." Nayanthara removed her hand from Anushka's shoulder and stood up straight. "Come with me, it's quite urgent." She turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"Wait. Wait." Anushka whispered after the apparition. But Nayanthara disappeared down the hall. "Darn it." Anushka slipped out of bed and threw on one of her husband's oversized flannel shirts. It hung open, exposing the valley between her newly enlarged breasts, but she didn't feel like she had time to button it. Anushka raced out of the room and saw Nayanthara walking by the stairway railing to her right. Anushka followed, holding her breasts as she had in her dream to keep them from bouncing about. Goosebumps covered her bare legs. The only thing she wore on her lower half was her panties. "Nayan?" Anushka called after the woman. "What happened to me? How do I fix it? You need to put things back to normal."
"That is what I've come to show you." Nayanthara looked over her shoulder. The long, dark Victorian dress disappeared into shadow as it trailed behind her. "Bond what was broken. Mend the stitches and return to form."
"What?" Anushka hustled after Nayanthara. "You're going to fix this? Fix these?" She emphasized the word these by squeezing her heavy boobs. Anushka had almost caught up to the woman. She passed by her son's closed bedroom door. She reached out to grab Nayanthara, but the woman vanished. Anushka heard the toilet flush in the bathroom to her left. Anushka stood in the hall dumbfounded.
The bathroom door opened with a flood of light and there stood Krishan humming the song. He didn't notice his mom in the hall as he wiped his hands on a towel and flipped off the light, dropping them into darkness again. He stepped into the hall without really looking where he was going and bonked into his half-naked mother. "Mom?" Their bodies pressed up against one another. Blood rushed to his dick.
"Krish ... I was just ..." Anushka stumbled when her son bumped into her. She held his shoulders for support. Nayanthara's promise to return them to normalcy fell to the back of Anushka's mind as she now had Krishan's warm, lithe body next to her. She turned to face him and looked down into his earnest blue eyes. She could barely see him in the gloomy hall. "I thought I saw -" But Krishan cut her off by planting a soft kiss on her lips. Within seconds, she was making out with her son. A moment ago, she had been on the verge of getting that apparition to reverse this, but now she couldn't pull her tongue out of Krishan's mouth. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she felt his hands slide onto her butt. There was so much desire in the way he grabbed her and pulled her hips toward him. Even though he'd already spurted all over her back earlier that day, he was so hard. Anushka lost herself in their kiss.
~~
Part -- 7
"So, you two are spending the night?" Anushka looked over the dining table at Karun and Hansika.
"Yeah ... we'll go to temple with you tomorrow ... so ..." Karun talked while chewing some steak.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Anushka took a sip of wine. "It's not polite."
"Sorry." Karun took a minute to swallow the food in his mouth and then looked at his eighteen-year-old, little brother. "So, has freakazoid here been to the doctor about his mutated dangler?"
"Goodness." Anushka placed her wineglass on the table with a hard thud. The red liquid sloshed inside it. She gave her eldest an icy look.
"Shut up, Karun." Shriya also gave her big brother a fierce stare. "You're such a bully."
Karun's wife, Hansika, gazed over at Krishan with a quizzical look on her face. Her brother-in-law was scrawny in all the places Karun filled out. Krishan had none of the muscles, or the height, that Karun had. But the teenager was also quite large where Karun was not. How odd. Life was full of strange juxtapositions. Krishan caught her staring, and Hansika blushed and turned her eyes to her plate. She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder and raised her fork, taking a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.
"I'm afraid Shriya's right." Ganesh wanted to intervene before the siblings went at each other's throats. "You should apologize to everyone at this table."
"Sorry." Karun smiled. He didn't look very sorry. "So, doctor or not?"
"We can't afford the doctor right now, and he's doing fine." Anushka thought about how Krishan had taken her in the basement just hours ago. Her youngest son was certainly healthy. If anything, his parts worked too well.
"So, has it shrunk back down to normal size?" Karun leaned toward Krishan. "Or do you still got Frankenstein's package down there?"
Anushka took a deep breath. Ganesh and Shriya glared at Karun. Hansika looked down at her plate.
"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster." Krishan met Karun's gaze. "I never thought I'd see you jealous, Karun."
"Jealous of a freak?" Karun let out a harsh, false laugh.
"That's enough, Karun." Ganesh really wanted to change the subject. How had his family devolved into insulting each other's bodies? "Let's talk about something else."
"I'm not a freak." Krishan was sick and tired of his brother's shit. "There's lots of guys with these issues. Mom even helped me find some new underwear that fit."
"You need help with your underwear?" Karun sneered. "What did she measure it for you, too?"
"No," Krishan whispered.
"It's no big deal." Anushka looked at her husband. "I've always bought underwear for the children."
"Yeah." Ganesh had known about the new underwear, but didn't like the suggestion that Anushka had measured Krishan. Ganesh wished he didn't care. All bodies were God's work, after all. But try as he might, he wasn't comfortable with Krishan's size. It felt ... dangerous somehow. "Of course she helped Krishan with an uncomfortable situation. The teenage years are awkward. I remember. I'm sure you remember, Karun. You're all lucky you have a mother willing to help you with anything."
This last statement caught Anushka mid-sip, and she coughed up her wine, spraying it on the table cloth.
Ganesh patted her back. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just got something down ... the wrong pipe." Anushka's face was very red. "Let's talk about something else."
"Of course, dear." Nothing would make Ganesh happier. The less he thought about that situation the better. "You've upset your mother, Karun. We'll hear no more about this."
"Sure, Dad." Karun nodded and eyed his little brother. "Sorry." He smiled his wolfish smile.
~~
The labyrinth was a cold, dark place with slate-gray walls. Anushka raced down one corridor after the next, stopping at dead ends and taking random turns. Her naked form shook with each stride. Her unsupported boobs ached as they bounced, forcing her to run with her arms pressed firmly on her bosom. Cold sweat dripped down her neck and spine.
Something followed her. With each false turn and dead end, she felt the thing draw closer. The chase felt like an unwinding ball of thread. She rapidly approached the vanishing center.
A hand shook her shoulder. "Anushka. Wake up Anushka," a voice whispered in her ear.
"Krish?" Anushka's eyes shot open. She was in bed with her husband snoring next to her. Soft starlight filtered in from their bedroom window casting deep shadows throughout the room. Anushka sucked in her breath. A woman stood over her, with her cold hand resting on Anushka's naked shoulder.
"No. Not Krish. It's me." Nayanthara gave the wife a reassuring smile. "You were having night terrors and I couldn't bear to watch you suffer through it."
"I thought the Samatars sent you away," Anushka whispered. She pulled her blanket up to her chin.
"They tried their best, dearie. Don't fault them for their failures." Nayanthara removed her hand from Anushka's shoulder and stood up straight. "Come with me, it's quite urgent." She turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"Wait. Wait." Anushka whispered after the apparition. But Nayanthara disappeared down the hall. "Darn it." Anushka slipped out of bed and threw on one of her husband's oversized flannel shirts. It hung open, exposing the valley between her newly enlarged breasts, but she didn't feel like she had time to button it. Anushka raced out of the room and saw Nayanthara walking by the stairway railing to her right. Anushka followed, holding her breasts as she had in her dream to keep them from bouncing about. Goosebumps covered her bare legs. The only thing she wore on her lower half was her panties. "Nayan?" Anushka called after the woman. "What happened to me? How do I fix it? You need to put things back to normal."
"That is what I've come to show you." Nayanthara looked over her shoulder. The long, dark Victorian dress disappeared into shadow as it trailed behind her. "Bond what was broken. Mend the stitches and return to form."
"What?" Anushka hustled after Nayanthara. "You're going to fix this? Fix these?" She emphasized the word these by squeezing her heavy boobs. Anushka had almost caught up to the woman. She passed by her son's closed bedroom door. She reached out to grab Nayanthara, but the woman vanished. Anushka heard the toilet flush in the bathroom to her left. Anushka stood in the hall dumbfounded.
The bathroom door opened with a flood of light and there stood Krishan humming the song. He didn't notice his mom in the hall as he wiped his hands on a towel and flipped off the light, dropping them into darkness again. He stepped into the hall without really looking where he was going and bonked into his half-naked mother. "Mom?" Their bodies pressed up against one another. Blood rushed to his dick.
"Krish ... I was just ..." Anushka stumbled when her son bumped into her. She held his shoulders for support. Nayanthara's promise to return them to normalcy fell to the back of Anushka's mind as she now had Krishan's warm, lithe body next to her. She turned to face him and looked down into his earnest blue eyes. She could barely see him in the gloomy hall. "I thought I saw -" But Krishan cut her off by planting a soft kiss on her lips. Within seconds, she was making out with her son. A moment ago, she had been on the verge of getting that apparition to reverse this, but now she couldn't pull her tongue out of Krishan's mouth. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she felt his hands slide onto her butt. There was so much desire in the way he grabbed her and pulled her hips toward him. Even though he'd already spurted all over her back earlier that day, he was so hard. Anushka lost herself in their kiss.
~~
The memory of a tall man in a top hat menaced Hansika as she woke from a deep sleep. Her eyes opened with a start. She put her hand on her husband's strong chest and felt him sleeping soundly. Her heartbeat slowed. Then, without a thought, she was out of bed and up on her feet. She tugged at the hem of the oversized t-shirt she slept in and wandered toward the bedroom door.
There was something. Something out in the hall. Hansika had to look and see. She struggled with the doorknob, vision still blurred from sleep. She got the door open and stepped into the hall. Ganesh and Anushka's bedroom door stood open, which was odd. Then she heard something down at the other end of the hall. Hansika rubbed her eyes, but couldn't quite make out what she was seeing in the gloom. Two people seemed to stand in the shadows very close together. What were they doing?
This house had creeped Hansika out from the start. But as her vision cleared, creepy turned to something more daunting. A pit formed in her stomach. That couldn't be her mother-in-law down at the other end of the hall? Hansika squinted at the figures and decided it was. There stood Anushka pressed up against a shorter man. They embraced. Oh, my God. As her eyes took in more of the spectacle, she realized she was seeing Krishan and Anushka kissing like a couple of lovebirds.
"Stop, that's ... that's ... just stop," Hansika tried to shout at them, but her words came out a garbled, scratchy whisper. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of shock. How could she?
The lovers at the end of the hall seemed to float further away. Hansika took an unsteady step. She needed to put an end to this. But everything turned darker. She realized she was going to faint.
Out of the darkness, a naked, woman strode toward Hansika. The woman's hair flowed down around her shoulders and she cradled her pale, bulging belly. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," the woman said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, good Hansika."
"What? No," Hansika croaked. The whole world slipped. She took one more step and toppled over onto the cold hardwood. In the bedrooms on either side of her, Ganesh and Karun slept soundly. Sprawled in the hall, Hansika found a cold, dreamless sleep, too.
~~
Neither Krishan nor Anushka noticed Hansika at the other end of the hall. They were too caught up with each other. Even as the young woman fell to the floor, they didn't hear or see her.
"Mmmmmpphhh." Anushka broke the kiss with her son. "We have to stop." She looked down to see the flannel shirt had fallen open and her breasts were now exposed.
"A little more, Mom. Please?" Krishan bent a little, leaned forward, and took her warm nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka cradled his head with her left hand, pushing him up against her boob. "Okay, sweetie. Just a little more."
Krishan pulled off her shirt and moved his hands to her hips. He maneuvered her backwards down the hall and then into his bedroom. All the while, sucking her breast. He closed his door with his foot and pushed her back to his bed. When they arrived, Anushka fell backwards onto the sheets.
"We can't keep doing this, Krishan." Anushka leaned up on her elbows and watched Krishan pull off his tight boxers. Seeing that long, fat penis with all its bulging veins and its discolored head made Anushka wonder how she wasn't frightened of the thing. She should have been frightened. But instead, all she felt was awe and longing.
"I know we can't keep doing this, Mom." Krishan felt in control as he looked down at her curving body. Her tits hung out to the sides perfectly. Her hips arched out with extraordinary grace from her waist. He could just see the top of her brown bush as she pressed her legs together. "But we should enjoy this thing we have for at least a little while longer. there is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and tell himself that his labor is good. Right?" Krishan spread her legs and dropped to his knees on the floor next to his bed. He pulled her panties aside and gazed with reverence at the protruding pussy lips.
"What does Ecclesiastes have to do with ... oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhhh." Anushka threw her head back on the mattress as her son's tongue explored her vagina. "Oh, gosh, Krish. You're ... eating and drinking meeeeeeee." An orgasm rapidly approached. How had she lived her whole life without asking anyone to go down on her? How would she live the rest of her life once her family went back to normal? Would Ganesh do this for her? "You're going to ... make me ... explode." Anushka's whole body trembled and she gripped the sheets tightly with fists on either side of her hips. If his tongue felt this good inside her and on her lips, what would it be like if and when he found her clit? Anushka couldn't fathom it. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Her eyes lost focus and she came on Krishan's tongue, her hips bucking on the mattress.
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Hearing his mom squeal out her orgasm, Krishan lifted his head and wiped off his mouth. He roughly maneuvered the quivering Anushka into the middle of the bed, got between her legs, and lined up his cock. Some part of his mind called out to him to quit this while he still could. But those thoughts were drowned out by the pulsing, howling animal id that urged him on. Watching her slick entrance, he slipped the head of his dick inside her and smiled at how it so easily distorted her pussy.
"Krish, are we ...?" Anushka came down from her orgasm to find herself pinned by Krishan's monster. He was going to mate her again, and there was nothing she could do about it. The penis sunk into her, and she found that there was nothing she wanted to do about it. He filled her up so perfectly. As his balls came to rest on her butt, she felt the tip of his thing nudging at her very soul. "If we keep doing ... it ... we'll never be able ... to stop." Anushka grunted and felt that magical tool slide in and out of her. "How does this keep ... happening?"
"I don't know, Mom." Krishan looked down into her soft, brown eyes with pure adoration as he pumped her pussy. "But I love you." He knew in that moment that whatever Nayanthara gave him, or any other women that came into his life in the years ahead, nothing could replicate the pure rapture of bonding with his mother.
"I love you ... so much ... Krish. I would do ... anything ... mmmmppphhhh." Her words were lost as his handsome face descended and he kissed her again. Their bellies slapped together, his trim and flat, hers more supple and curved. Ganesh had never kissed her with such passion or longing. Oh, no, poor Ganesh. The thought of her husband was almost enough to break the spell. But then Krishan rolled his tongue around hers and shoved her organs around with his tool, and she lost herself in rapture again.
Krishan broke their kiss and lifted himself up so he could look down on Anushka again. He placed his hands behind her knees and held her legs open. He could see Anushka's belly bulging with each stroke. It was mesmerizing. "Look, Mom. Look what I'm doing to you."
"What?" Anushka looked up at him and saw where he was looking. She lifted her head and looked past her wobbling breasts down to her tummy. "Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh. How can that ... be?" She could see his thing protruding underneath her flesh as he bottomed out each time. The sight of her deforming belly sent her over the edge. She lost herself in another orgasm.
More than twenty minutes, and several orgasms later, Anushka sensed that Krishan was close. "Not ... uh ... uh ... inside." Anushka opened her eyes and looked up as Krishan still held her legs, sweat dripping off his nose and landing on her chest. She scarcely recognized his cute, sweet face as it twisted with purpose and desire. "Not ... inside ... please."
"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and fapped his dick for all he was worth. He looked down at Anushka, her hair damp with sweat, her mouth hanging open with something akin to reverence, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're ... so ... perfect ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Cum blasted out of him and sailed through the air. It splashed down on her boobs, stomach, face, and hair.
Anushka closed her eyes and accepted his seed all over her. There was so much of it. She felt spurt after spurt land and she listened as Krishan's groans died down. Eventually, he finished and she wiped the sperm out of her eyes. "You are some sort of miracle, Krishan." She opened her eyes and was happy to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face.
"I'm so lucky, to have you." Krishan slumped forward. He didn't care if she was covered in his cum. He wanted to lay his head on her breast, have her arms surround him, and drift off to sleep.
"No you don't, mister." Anushka held up a hand and caught his chest, stopping him from lying down. "If we fall asleep in here ..." She looked down at herself. "... covered in your stuff ..." She sat up and moved to the side of the bed. "... someone is going to catch us." She stood and held her hand out to him. "We're lucky this is such a large house and the family members are heavy sleepers. It's shower time, pumpkin. Let's get cleaned off."
"Sure, Mom." Krishan took her hand and let her lead him across the hall into the bathroom.
Of course, Anushka shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. Once the shower was going, and they were rubbing each other's bodies with soap, things got out of hand. Anushka found herself on her knees lovingly sucking Krishan's thing. The young man could just keep going and going. After a while, he unloaded in her mouth. She devoured all his salty seed.
They finished cleaning and each went back to their own bed. Anushka curled up on her side next to her warm husband, her vagina stretched and her belly full of semen. How had it come to this? How was she going to rein them in? She drifted off to sleep thinking about her crazy day. Her son had taken her twice and she had loved every second of it.
~~
Ganesh sat on a horse, the saddle creaking under him as he adjusted his weight. He'd never ridden a horse before, so it was odd to sit on one. Before him a wide dirt road wended off through the prairie. His horse shuffled its feet with anxiety as it waited.
Behind him, the sound of hooves appeared and gradually grew louder. Ganesh turned his head to see a man in a top hat riding a midnight black horse up the long road. The man pulled the reins and stopped next to Ganesh. The horse and the man were quite large. So much so that Ganesh had to look up to see the man's pallid face. Ganesh's gaze hung on the dark drooping mustache and then moved up to his eyes. Ganesh had never seen eyes so devoid of light.
"You're a fool." The man's voice was slow and gruff. He brushed at the lapel of his long, velvet jacket.
"Why?" Ganesh wanted to ride away from the man, but he didn't know how to make his horse move.
"You countenance the buck's face." He leaned forward and offered a grim smile.
"What?" Ganesh gulped and felt his throat constrict.
"Horns." The man shook his head and his smile drooped along with his mustache. "They saddle you with horns. They do it right under your nose."
"Who?" Ganesh wasn't usually a monosyllabic kind of person, but this man brought it out in him.
"Who am I?" The man reached up and briefly tipped his top hat at Ganesh. "Mr. Vinay at your service." His smile did not return. "Heed me. Or become the gelding." Vinay's eyes absorbed more and more light as darkness fell around them.
Soon, shadows spread across the prairie. Ganesh kicked his horse but it wouldn't budge. Vinay leaned toward him with malevolence written all over his stony face. Ganesh screamed and the dark moved upon him. There was nothing but black.
"No." Ganesh sat up in bed with real fear in his heart. Cool morning sunlight fell in through his bedroom window. He put out his hand and felt his wife's reassuring warmth next to him. Just a dream. Well, not a dream really. More of a nightmare. Maybe there was something to Anushka's fears about this house. Ganesh decided to be more supportive of his wife.
~~
When Hansika woke, she expected to find herself on the cold hallway floor. But instead, she was snug in the guest bed next to Karun. She peeked out from under the covers and could see their bedroom door firmly shut.
What a strange dream. Like in all dreams, things that made sense in the dead of night now seemed absurd. Anushka kissing her own son? That was crazy. And a naked lady roaming the halls talking about deals? That was bonkers. Hansika sighed and stretched.
There was one thing she couldn't quite figure out. Given that she'd dreamed about upsetting, perverted, and morally reprehensible things, why was her pussy so wet? As she fell back asleep, she pondered that fact. No answers came to her.
~~
Sunday afternoon rolled around and the family loitered in the main living room.
"The pastor said the temple doesn't acknowledge ghosts or demons." Ganesh sat on the couch and watched his wife. She was still wearing saree with a cardigan over it. Ganesh eyed the little peep hole that her bust . Her breasts looked ... bigger. "According to him, they don't exist."
"Okay." Anushka nodded. "I just think we need to follow up with somebody else. There has to be someone there that can help us."
"No more Samatars?" Shriya sat cross-legged on the floor.
"No, we'll have them back, too." Anushka nodded. "I just want to get as much help as our budget will allow."
"What's our budget?" Shriya was surprised they had money for this.
"Well ..." Anushka coughed. "Zero?"
"Maybe we could put a few thousands into this," Ganesh said.
Anushka smiled at her husband and mouthed thank you. "Speaking of the Samatars, I've been meaning to ask who removed the symbol by the locked door?"
Hansika raised her hand on the end of the couch. "The sugar on the floor? I accidently stepped on that, so I cleaned it up."
"It was salt." Anushka eyed her daughter-in-law. The woman seemed even more shy around her than usual. "Did you clean any other symbols?"
Hansika shook her head.
"Well, I know it was an accident, but I'd like us all to leave the symbols be. Okay?" Anushka sighed. She wondered if that destroyed symbol was why Nayanthara was free to move about the house last night.
"Great job." Karun glared at his wife. "I told you Mom wanted to leave those things where they were." Karun reclined in a plush chair and moved his eyes back to his phone. "So, you're serious about these ghosts, Mom? Are you into this too, Dad?"
"Well, I want to make everyone comfortable." Ganesh nodded. "And I have had some odd feelings in this house."
Hansika felt bad about upsetting Anushka and her husband. Her confusion about the conversation just added to her stress. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and rushed out of the room. She still had on her saree. The hem of it swished behind her as she moved. She stopped in the hallway and waited, hoping her husband would come to check and see if she was okay. When he didn't come out, tears really began flowing down her cheeks. She put her hands on her face and walked past the front door and eventually turned into the library. She found a comfortable chair and sat down. She felt so fragile since that crazy dream last night.
"Don't worry, dearie. They'll forgive you." A soft woman's voice carried through the room.
Hansika was suddenly very aware how little attention she'd paid her surroundings as she walked into the library. She removed her hands from her watery, eyes and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Across from her in a chair sat a woman in a long, flowing dress. The woman sat very straight, and watched her with an expectant smile. Hansika took in the woman's hair, freckles, and swollen belly. It was the lady from her dream. Was she dreaming again?
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." The woman's smile was sympathetic and reassuring. " Anyway, Anushka will forgive your little cleaning spree. As for me, I'd like to thank you. You've done me a service and I intend to make recompense." The woman tilted her head and winked a green eye at Hansika.
"Who are you?" Hansika realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled.
"I am Mrs. Nayanthara ." Nayanthara's smile broadened. Her face filled with warmth and generosity.
Hansika's tears dried. "I married Karun. I'm Hansika."
"A splendid acquaintance met." Nayanthara looked at a book she held open in her lap. "This is First Love . Do you know it?"
"I ... I ... don't read very much." Hansika started to feel faint again.
"A pity. A lovely woman reintroduced it to me recently." Nayanthara brushed her fingertip along the page, looking for a particular line. "I do believe it played a not inconsequential part in her fall."
"Her fall?" Hansika couldn't understand what was happening.
"Ah, here it is." Nayanthara read aloud, "No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never." Nayanthara looked up from the book. "That is you, is it not? You looked to your good husband to master you, but he cannot. You seek to fall into someone's clutches, but fear opportunities passed."
"Karun?" Hansika rubbed at her temples. "No. He ... I mean ... yes ... he takes care of me."
"You missed the mark when you picked him, but not by much. Where Karun fails another would succeed."
"Krishan?" Hansika arched her eyebrows in disbelief. "You're crazy. He's like my little brother."
"I can give you everything you've missed by wedding the lesser, dearie." Nayanthara closed the book and leaned in her chair closer to Hansika. "Pleasure you hadn't dreamed of. Belonging. Protection. You need only make the bond. You see, we paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."
"I don't know what that means." Hansika instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to this woman.
"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."
"No."
"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.
~~
Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.
After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.
The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.
Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"
"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.
"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.
"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."
Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."
"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.
"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."
Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.
"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."
"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.
"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. Shen then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."
"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.
"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."
"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.
"You grab a bull by the horns, Mrs. Anderson." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."
With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.
"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.
Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, Jesus. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."
"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."
"Jesus Christ. Karun. No, no, no." Hansika stood and looked about the room in a panic. "I was just curious about your ... your ..." She pointed at the grotesque dick that jutted out from Krishan's slender hips. "I thought it wasn't ... real." Hansika looked into the corner of the room. "That lady, Mrs. Palmer... Is she real?"
Nayanthara smiled and nodded at the young woman.
"Yeah," Krishan said.
"No, no, no. This is an evil house, Krish." Hansika raced to the library door. "We need to leave. I need to get Karun." She opened the door and ran into the hall, her church dress flowing behind her. Once out in the hall, she was suddenly confused. She couldn't remember where she'd left her husband.
The first door to the left in front of the stairs hung open. Was Karun in there? Hansika wasn't sure, but she wandered toward the door. As she stepped inside the room, she thought that maybe this was the locked room that no one had been in before. The one whose symbol she'd accidently destroyed. But that couldn't be right. She was so confused. She stepped further into the room and the door swung closed behind her.
"What?" Hansika squinted in the low light. There was a sofa along one wall with an oil lamp flickering on an end table. In a far corner, stood a ten-foot high bear. It had been taxidermied in a fearsome pose. Against the opposite wall from the sofa, a sideboard was covered in beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles.
On the sofa, reclined a young, redhaired man in overalls. He tipped his herringbone flat cap to her and winked a green eye. "Welcome, Mrs. Anderson. Mom said I should expect you."
"Who are you?" But Hansika could tell. With his freckles, angular jaw, and wide-set green eyes. He could only be Mrs. Palmer's son.
"My name's Thomas and we're going to be good friends." He stood and smiled. "Really good friends."
Hansika turned to run back the way she'd come, but the door was locked behind her. She pounded on the door and yelled for her husband Karun, but no one in the rest of the house could hear her.
"This is a special room," Thomas said from behind her. "A private room. My father built it at great expense to keep all that happens here from the rest of the world." He moved toward the screaming woman. "Father did very bad things in here. But we're going to do good things."
"No." Hansika looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy. He was certainly only a little older than Krishan. She pounded the door with her fists. "Nooooooooo." But no one came to her rescue.
~~
Back in the library, Nayanthara walked over to the door and gently closed it. She then turned and shrugged at Krishan. "Sometimes, things don't go as planned. My daddy always told me, never be afraid to hitch your cart to a new horse."
"What's that mean?" Krishan had both hands on his dick. He wasn't sure what to do with his raging hardon.
"It means I'm tractable, dearie." She walked over to Krishan and kneeled before him. She gently replaced his hands on his penis with her own icy fingers and stroked him. "When a plan doesn't work, we have another waiting in the wings." She licked the oozing precum off the head.
"We?"
"Me and the house, Krish." Nayanthara took another lick and looked up at him with urgent eyes. "Now we don't have too much time before the others come looking for you. Let's get you taken care of." She sucked him into her mouth and took long, gurgling strokes. She pressed both hands onto his butt. Nayanthara felt quite happy when Krishan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. He forced more and more of his penis into her throat until she was taking great long plunges, pressing her nose to his nether hair at the bottom of each grunting lunge forward.
After about five minutes, Krishan let his seed fly into Nayanthara's cold mouth. When he finished cumming, Nayanthara was gone. He took a minute to compose himself, and then pulled up his underwear and pants. He walked toward the library door. He needed to apologize to Hansika and smooth things over with her before she told everything to Karun. He hoped he wasn't too late. Karun would kill him if he knew what happened.
Little did Krishan know, Hansika was in no condition to confide anything to her husband at that moment. In a secret room, a redheaded teenager was changing her whole perspective on a great number of things.
to be continued...
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Nice but waiting for another part"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."
"No."
"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.
~~
Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.
After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.
The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.
Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"
"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.
"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.
"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."
Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."
"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.
"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."
Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.
"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."
"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.
"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. Shen then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."
"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.
"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."
"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.
"You grab a bull by the horns, Mrs. Anderson." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."
With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.
"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.
Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, Jesus. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."
"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."
"Jesus Christ. Karun. No, no, no." Hansika stood and looked about the room in a panic. "I was just curious about your ... your ..." She pointed at the grotesque dick that jutted out from Krishan's slender hips. "I thought it wasn't ... real." Hansika looked into the corner of the room. "That lady, Mrs. Palmer... Is she real?"
Nayanthara smiled and nodded at the young woman.
"Yeah," Krishan said.
"No, no, no. This is an evil house, Krish." Hansika raced to the library door. "We need to leave. I need to get Karun." She opened the door and ran into the hall, her church dress flowing behind her. Once out in the hall, she was suddenly confused. She couldn't remember where she'd left her husband.
The first door to the left in front of the stairs hung open. Was Karun in there? Hansika wasn't sure, but she wandered toward the door. As she stepped inside the room, she thought that maybe this was the locked room that no one had been in before. The one whose symbol she'd accidently destroyed. But that couldn't be right. She was so confused. She stepped further into the room and the door swung closed behind her.
"What?" Hansika squinted in the low light. There was a sofa along one wall with an oil lamp flickering on an end table. In a far corner, stood a ten-foot high bear. It had been taxidermied in a fearsome pose. Against the opposite wall from the sofa, a sideboard was covered in beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles.
On the sofa, reclined a young, redhaired man in overalls. He tipped his herringbone flat cap to her and winked a green eye. "Welcome, Mrs. Anderson. Mom said I should expect you."
"Who are you?" But Hansika could tell. With his freckles, angular jaw, and wide-set green eyes. He could only be Mrs. Palmer's son.
"My name's Thomas and we're going to be good friends." He stood and smiled. "Really good friends."
Hansika turned to run back the way she'd come, but the door was locked behind her. She pounded on the door and yelled for her husband Karun, but no one in the rest of the house could hear her.
"This is a special room," Thomas said from behind her. "A private room. My father built it at great expense to keep all that happens here from the rest of the world." He moved toward the screaming woman. "Father did very bad things in here. But we're going to do good things."
"No." Hansika looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy. He was certainly only a little older than Krishan. She pounded the door with her fists. "Nooooooooo." But no one came to her rescue.
~~
Back in the library, Nayanthara walked over to the door and gently closed it. She then turned and shrugged at Krishan. "Sometimes, things don't go as planned. My daddy always told me, never be afraid to hitch your cart to a new horse."
"What's that mean?" Krishan had both hands on his dick. He wasn't sure what to do with his raging hardon.
"It means I'm tractable, dearie." She walked over to Krishan and kneeled before him. She gently replaced his hands on his penis with her own icy fingers and stroked him. "When a plan doesn't work, we have another waiting in the wings." She licked the oozing precum off the head.
"We?"
"Me and the house, Krish." Nayanthara took another lick and looked up at him with urgent eyes. "Now we don't have too much time before the others come looking for you. Let's get you taken care of." She sucked him into her mouth and took long, gurgling strokes. She pressed both hands onto his butt. Nayanthara felt quite happy when Krishan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. He forced more and more of his penis into her throat until she was taking great long plunges, pressing her nose to his nether hair at the bottom of each grunting lunge forward.
After about five minutes, Krishan let his seed fly into Nayanthara's cold mouth. When he finished cumming, Nayanthara was gone. He took a minute to compose himself, and then pulled up his underwear and pants. He walked toward the library door. He needed to apologize to Hansika and smooth things over with her before she told everything to Karun. He hoped he wasn't too late. Karun would kill him if he knew what happened.
Little did Krishan know, Hansika was in no condition to confide anything to her husband at that moment. In a secret room, a redheaded teenager was changing her whole perspective on a great number of things.
to be continued...
#Time pass story -- 2 @ Anaswara Rajan
I had just finished school a few months back and had joined the University for my baccalaureate in Physics. It was late October time and the weather was at its best we lived in. It was so pleasant, with a little chill and lots of freshness in the air. I had my autumn break in college and was studying hard for classes that were to follow on reopening the university. I was a good student and it had been a habit since my early school days to use each vacation for doing advance study of the syllabus for the following term. I used to love studying on my own, without assistance of the teachers and the subsequent admiration that used to come my way during the term for knowing so much even before the teachers went through their rituals in the class was always so heady and inspiring.
We lived in a closely knit neighbourhood, where each elderly lady was a mausi, each elderly gentleman a chacha, each older boy a bhaiya and each older girl a didi. There was one daughter-in-law in the neighbourhood, who was a bhabhi to all of us. The houses were built close to each other, either with a common wall or with narrow streets separating them. Away from the disturbance inside our little household, this autumn break, I had shifted my day-time study venue to the terrace of our house. I would climb up the wooden ladder, books and some light refreshment in tow, and spend long hours there. I would sit glued to my appointed place almost the whole day, enjoying the opening of my mind to new facts, new concepts and new knowledge. My mom had to call me repeatedly from down below to make me descend for my meals, and each time, I would keep deferring the downward journey till she shrieked an extreme ultimatum or two.
The day was no different from other days. Only that sitting atop the house for over four hours at a stretch had caused some cramps in my legs. This had not happened before. I just got up and started walking on the terrace, from one end to the other, book in hand, reading some nice and interesting passages on History of Science, a qualifying subject at college. The thickish foliage emanating from guava trees in our backyard surrounded the terrace. As I began my up-and-down movement, I looked around, and found our neighbour Anu Sithara washing clothes under the tap in the compound of her house. The tap was in a place near the corner of her house, surrounded by a 6 feet high boundary wall on two sides and five feet high walls on the other two sides, making a small cubicle, which went by the name of the bathroom in her house. The bathroom had no formal door and only a three foot breach in one of the walls constituted entrance to the place.
Anu Sithara was a beautiful young woman of about 25. She was married and lived in that house with her husband and his old parents. Even though I was 18 then, my existence thus far had been mostly books and academics. There were not many females my age amongst my acquaintances. I was perhaps not developed enough, physically and sexually. It is not that I was constitutionally weak or stunted. I was a good 5 feet 9 inches and weighed a healthy 70 kg. But despite my limited sexual awareness and exposure, the very sight of Anu Sithara used to set my heart aflutter in some peculiar way. Anu Sithara had had a baby only a few months back and I had seen physical changes in her appearance during her pregnancy. Although I had little idea about the human reproductive system, never having studied biology, I used to fancy Anu Sithara with a big tummy, every time I met her on the street. We used to call her Bhabhi, the wife of my elder brother.
Anu Sithara bhabhi was quite shy but was a very warm person. Every time we met, she would smile disarmingly at me and enquire about my studies. My mom once told me that Anu Sithara bhabhi was a very good student herself before she was married off into the neighbour's house four years back at a young age of 20.
I did not pay much attention at first to Anu Sithara bhabhi at work that day. But after a while, I found she had completed the washing and stood in the bathroom. Even as I strolled on the terrace, I saw from the corner of my eyes that she began to take her shirt off. The next moment, I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there in a white bra. The foliage above her did not perhaps permit her to realise that I was moving on the terrace of my house. She was obviously oblivious of the prying young eyes watching her glorious secrets. I had never seen a woman in that state of undress and I had some queer and hitherto unexperienced sensations in my body. Without deliberately deciding to do so, I had stopped my stroll and began looking at Anu Sithara bhabhi through the thick growth of guava leaves. I could see her clearly. The skin that now revealed was a lot fairer than the very fair face of Anu Sithara bhabhi. She had a long neck and slim arms.
Even as I watched her surreptitiously, I saw her hands fiddle with her bra at the back and it came unstuck. A most beautiful pair of breasts broke loose. The breasts were even more white than the body revealed just a minute back and hung like ripe big mangoes on her chest. There were large pink protrusions in the middle of each of the lovely breasts. The nipples were surrounded by areolar rings, the size of a large coin, dark pink in colour. My breathing became instantly heavy. I could sense my little penis spring into action and become big. I had earlier been used to engorgement of my penis only at night sometimes, when the urge for urination became too stiff. But this was different. There were weird sensations and it felt good as never before.
Even as I stood there, panting hard, I found Anu Sithara bhabhi taking her salwar off. She wore nothing else underneath. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now standing stark naked, in front of my eyes. She had beautiful legs, long and slender. what took my fancy was a bushy growth where her legs began and her tummy ended. I had never known that woman had hair there, in the middle. Because I did not have any either, I was ignorant about male pubic growth as well. While I was exposed to a scene I had never heard of, nor seen before, the very sight of a nude woman caused some parts of my body to act in a manner not experienced earlier. I did feel that it was wrong on my part to snoop on Anu Sithara bhabhi like that, when she was not aware of my presence on the terrace. But the thrill that this exotic sight gave me was too much to give up the offering. Something that felt so good could not be wrong, I argued with myself.
Anu Sithara bhabhi began her bath. She took a jug of water and poured it over her neck. I could see Anu Sithara bhabhi feel the chill of the cold water. The next moment, she was applying soap over her body. As she massaged around her own breasts, giving particular attention to her nipples, it became too much for me. I let out an involuntary gasp. I was petrified at the thought of Anu Sithara bhabhi hearing my presence. I shuddered to imagine what she would think of me if she did and I spontaneously sat down.
I tried to compose myself as best as I could but the sight of the forbidden fruit had ignited passions I was a total stranger to. In no time, I popped up my head again and resumed my sightseeing. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now sitting on a low stool and applying soap to her legs and thighs. As her nimble hands moved towards her hairy mound, I waited with baited breath. Lo and behold, she was at her pubic hair and gave them a good wash. It was all happening before my very eyes and happening too fast for me to handle. The next thing I saw was Anu Sithara bhabhi putting her soapy finger in what seemed to be a hole inside her bushy growth. As she did that, Anu Sithara bhabhi appeared to slow down. She raised her head and her eyes pointed skywards, directly in my line of sight. I was scared she had seen me. But the unfolding erotic scenario and my constant gaze had emboldened me beyond what I ever believed could happen, more so when it came to Anu Sithara bhabhi, whom I respected a lot.
I discovered, to my utter relief, that her eyes were closed and I decided to continue looking. I also realised that Anu Sithara bhabhi was in the midst of a special experience herself, and that what she was doing at the moment was giving her immense pleasure. I never before had this happen to me. I noticed that I was huge and I felt embarrassed as I stood on the terrace with a huge erection bulging out of my shorts. And even as I crouched there watching Anu Sithara bhabhi in the throes of her mysterious bliss, the genesis and reason of which I did not understand one bit, I felt a chain of tremors hit my penis. It was as if an electric current was passing through it, bringing in its wake immense thrill and ecstasy. Least did I realise then that I had just had the first orgasm of my life.
I had just finished school a few months back and had joined the University for my baccalaureate in Physics. It was late October time and the weather was at its best we lived in. It was so pleasant, with a little chill and lots of freshness in the air. I had my autumn break in college and was studying hard for classes that were to follow on reopening the university. I was a good student and it had been a habit since my early school days to use each vacation for doing advance study of the syllabus for the following term. I used to love studying on my own, without assistance of the teachers and the subsequent admiration that used to come my way during the term for knowing so much even before the teachers went through their rituals in the class was always so heady and inspiring.
We lived in a closely knit neighbourhood, where each elderly lady was a mausi, each elderly gentleman a chacha, each older boy a bhaiya and each older girl a didi. There was one daughter-in-law in the neighbourhood, who was a bhabhi to all of us. The houses were built close to each other, either with a common wall or with narrow streets separating them. Away from the disturbance inside our little household, this autumn break, I had shifted my day-time study venue to the terrace of our house. I would climb up the wooden ladder, books and some light refreshment in tow, and spend long hours there. I would sit glued to my appointed place almost the whole day, enjoying the opening of my mind to new facts, new concepts and new knowledge. My mom had to call me repeatedly from down below to make me descend for my meals, and each time, I would keep deferring the downward journey till she shrieked an extreme ultimatum or two.
The day was no different from other days. Only that sitting atop the house for over four hours at a stretch had caused some cramps in my legs. This had not happened before. I just got up and started walking on the terrace, from one end to the other, book in hand, reading some nice and interesting passages on History of Science, a qualifying subject at college. The thickish foliage emanating from guava trees in our backyard surrounded the terrace. As I began my up-and-down movement, I looked around, and found our neighbour Anu Sithara washing clothes under the tap in the compound of her house. The tap was in a place near the corner of her house, surrounded by a 6 feet high boundary wall on two sides and five feet high walls on the other two sides, making a small cubicle, which went by the name of the bathroom in her house. The bathroom had no formal door and only a three foot breach in one of the walls constituted entrance to the place.
Anu Sithara was a beautiful young woman of about 25. She was married and lived in that house with her husband and his old parents. Even though I was 18 then, my existence thus far had been mostly books and academics. There were not many females my age amongst my acquaintances. I was perhaps not developed enough, physically and sexually. It is not that I was constitutionally weak or stunted. I was a good 5 feet 9 inches and weighed a healthy 70 kg. But despite my limited sexual awareness and exposure, the very sight of Anu Sithara used to set my heart aflutter in some peculiar way. Anu Sithara had had a baby only a few months back and I had seen physical changes in her appearance during her pregnancy. Although I had little idea about the human reproductive system, never having studied biology, I used to fancy Anu Sithara with a big tummy, every time I met her on the street. We used to call her Bhabhi, the wife of my elder brother.
Anu Sithara bhabhi was quite shy but was a very warm person. Every time we met, she would smile disarmingly at me and enquire about my studies. My mom once told me that Anu Sithara bhabhi was a very good student herself before she was married off into the neighbour's house four years back at a young age of 20.
I did not pay much attention at first to Anu Sithara bhabhi at work that day. But after a while, I found she had completed the washing and stood in the bathroom. Even as I strolled on the terrace, I saw from the corner of my eyes that she began to take her shirt off. The next moment, I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there in a white bra. The foliage above her did not perhaps permit her to realise that I was moving on the terrace of my house. She was obviously oblivious of the prying young eyes watching her glorious secrets. I had never seen a woman in that state of undress and I had some queer and hitherto unexperienced sensations in my body. Without deliberately deciding to do so, I had stopped my stroll and began looking at Anu Sithara bhabhi through the thick growth of guava leaves. I could see her clearly. The skin that now revealed was a lot fairer than the very fair face of Anu Sithara bhabhi. She had a long neck and slim arms.
Even as I watched her surreptitiously, I saw her hands fiddle with her bra at the back and it came unstuck. A most beautiful pair of breasts broke loose. The breasts were even more white than the body revealed just a minute back and hung like ripe big mangoes on her chest. There were large pink protrusions in the middle of each of the lovely breasts. The nipples were surrounded by areolar rings, the size of a large coin, dark pink in colour. My breathing became instantly heavy. I could sense my little penis spring into action and become big. I had earlier been used to engorgement of my penis only at night sometimes, when the urge for urination became too stiff. But this was different. There were weird sensations and it felt good as never before.
Even as I stood there, panting hard, I found Anu Sithara bhabhi taking her salwar off. She wore nothing else underneath. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now standing stark naked, in front of my eyes. She had beautiful legs, long and slender. what took my fancy was a bushy growth where her legs began and her tummy ended. I had never known that woman had hair there, in the middle. Because I did not have any either, I was ignorant about male pubic growth as well. While I was exposed to a scene I had never heard of, nor seen before, the very sight of a nude woman caused some parts of my body to act in a manner not experienced earlier. I did feel that it was wrong on my part to snoop on Anu Sithara bhabhi like that, when she was not aware of my presence on the terrace. But the thrill that this exotic sight gave me was too much to give up the offering. Something that felt so good could not be wrong, I argued with myself.
Anu Sithara bhabhi began her bath. She took a jug of water and poured it over her neck. I could see Anu Sithara bhabhi feel the chill of the cold water. The next moment, she was applying soap over her body. As she massaged around her own breasts, giving particular attention to her nipples, it became too much for me. I let out an involuntary gasp. I was petrified at the thought of Anu Sithara bhabhi hearing my presence. I shuddered to imagine what she would think of me if she did and I spontaneously sat down.
I tried to compose myself as best as I could but the sight of the forbidden fruit had ignited passions I was a total stranger to. In no time, I popped up my head again and resumed my sightseeing. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now sitting on a low stool and applying soap to her legs and thighs. As her nimble hands moved towards her hairy mound, I waited with baited breath. Lo and behold, she was at her pubic hair and gave them a good wash. It was all happening before my very eyes and happening too fast for me to handle. The next thing I saw was Anu Sithara bhabhi putting her soapy finger in what seemed to be a hole inside her bushy growth. As she did that, Anu Sithara bhabhi appeared to slow down. She raised her head and her eyes pointed skywards, directly in my line of sight. I was scared she had seen me. But the unfolding erotic scenario and my constant gaze had emboldened me beyond what I ever believed could happen, more so when it came to Anu Sithara bhabhi, whom I respected a lot.
I discovered, to my utter relief, that her eyes were closed and I decided to continue looking. I also realised that Anu Sithara bhabhi was in the midst of a special experience herself, and that what she was doing at the moment was giving her immense pleasure. I never before had this happen to me. I noticed that I was huge and I felt embarrassed as I stood on the terrace with a huge erection bulging out of my shorts. And even as I crouched there watching Anu Sithara bhabhi in the throes of her mysterious bliss, the genesis and reason of which I did not understand one bit, I felt a chain of tremors hit my penis. It was as if an electric current was passing through it, bringing in its wake immense thrill and ecstasy. Least did I realise then that I had just had the first orgasm of my life.
The mid-body raptures lasted what seemed like an eternity but was actually not more than a couple of minutes. I could feel the hardness subside soon. Anu Sithara bhabhi had also rinsed her body by now with liberal dose of water from the bucket under the tap. The washing of soap on her breasts, the pubic hair and the hole within appeared to give her special pleasure. She had now begun to dress up. I realised it was no longer safe to continue the voyeurism. I quickly resumed my seat on the terrace and tried to drown myself in the book once again.
Concentrating on a text book was impossible after what I had just gone through. I was intrigued by what I had seen, and I was fascinated by what I had experienced. And I was happy that Anu Sithara bhabhi had not seen me all this while. My thoughts were fleeting at Einsteinian speeds. The sight of a fully nude woman had kindled in me reactions I had never dreamed of earlier. The way my own body had reacted to the spectacle of a naked Anu Sithara bhabhi had mesmerised me beyond my comprehension. I had an urge to take it forward. I had an urge to touch Anu Sithara bhabhi the way she was touching herself. I had an urge to massage her breasts, to feel her pubic hair, and to dip my fingers in the mysterious hole that seemed to lie beneath. But how could I? Anu Sithara bhabhi was known to be a very reserved person. She was widely respected even amongst the otherwise vile mother-in-law kind of old ladies in our neighbourhood. She was admittedly a much respected daughter-in-law in the locality.
It was impossible to concentrate my thoughts on anything in particular. I kept reading the book but nothing registered. My thoughts went back repeatedly to the beautiful nude body of Anu Sithara bhabhi, the ecstasy she seemed to experience when she touched herself at various places and the mysterious thrill that I got when hitherto unknown and inexperienced sensations drowned my own penis and rest of my body into an indefinable trance. I yearned to have more of that. But how was I to do that?
I looked around, afraid if someone had caught me in the sly act I had just gone through. To my horror, on the terrace on the other side of our house was Anaswara Rajan, also studying. Anaswara was a year junior to me. We were good friends and she often used to come to me for assistance in some subjects, more particularly mathematics. I kept looking at Anaswara and in a while, our eyes met. She gave me a sweet smile and my heart missed a heartbeat. I wondered if she had seen me espying Anu Sithara bhabhi. I argued with myself that she might have but hoped that, most probably, she hadn't. I was worried all the while about what would happen if she had and what would I do if she were to spill the beans. I decided that it would be most prudent to talk to Anaswara for a while.
I called out to Anaswara, asking her how her studies were going. She mumbled something saying it was ok, but added that she was stuck in integration by parts in her mathematics. Making my job easier, she asked me if I could help her in this topic. I nodded assent and told her to come right away. In two minutes flat, Anaswara was with me on the terrace. Anaswara was a nice looking girl, quite pretty and had a most pleasant disposition. She had a wonderful sense of humour and time spent with her could never be without boisterous laughter bursting from either side. We sat down and she opened her book at the relevant page.
I started from the very beginning. I first explained to her that integration was the reverse of differentiation, and gradually went on to explain to her the finer points of doing integration by parts. Step by step, I took her through the first five questions in the chapter. I was happy that by the third question, it was basically she who was solving them. I thought to myself that asking Anaswara to come was a good move as I had spent more than 45 minutes, concentrating on her mathematics rather than fantasising about Anu Sithara bhabhi and her beautiful body. But perhaps I was a bit too early in the thought, for, the reveries of Anu Sithara bhabhi returned with a vengeance. Seeing me lost in thoughts, Anaswara enquired if I was feeling ok. I mumbled something to dispel her fears about my health but my reverie continued.
This went on for a few minutes. Anaswara had always been a good and close friend, about the only one of my friends who was a girl. Despite my relative proximity to her, our discussion has rarely gone beyond the usual pleasantries or academics. Therefore, I never expected myself to say to her what I said, all of a sudden. I found myself telling her that I had just done something horrible, that I had seen Anu Sithara bhabhi taking a bath in her bathroom. For a moment, Anaswara also did not know how to react. After a while, she plainly said, "So, what? If you have seen her bathe, you have seen her. What is the big deal?" I felt a bit reassured. If Anaswara says so, then surely what I had done was not a sin. And then, Anaswara surprised me by asking, "Did you like what you saw?"
I took a long time to respond. Anaswara was a good friend. I could perhaps confide in her. But she was a girl. Would it be alright if I were to ventilate what was going on inside my mind and body? After a while, Anaswara caught me by my arm and said, "Anu Sithara bhabhi appears to have cast a spell on you. I do not blame you. She is so beautiful". I now felt emboldened. I admitted coyly that I indeed liked what I saw and that I saw her doing funny things and that I experienced funny things myself in my own body. I confided in Anaswara that Anu Sithara bhabhi's body is so different from mine and that I did not understand a few things in her body. This was the first time my discussion with Anaswara was taking such a direction. We both became aware of the developing tension in the air, and almost involuntarily decided to move to a corner where the parapet walls were higher.
I began my queries with the breasts and the nipples. Anaswara said that Anu Sithara's breasts had to be big because she had just given birth to a child and had been lactating the baby. I asked her if all girls had breasts and she confirmed that, more than a bit surprised at the naivety of the question. She ventured to add that hers had just begun to grow and were smaller. She also mentioned that her own nipples were large. As I looked askance at her, Anaswara enquired if I wanted to feel them. I could not resist the offer and felt her nipples from above her shirt. As soon as I held her nipples in my fingers, my penis sprang to life. Anaswara was smiling softly all this while. Encouraged, I palmed her whole breast and she let out a soft moan. Her breasts were really soft, not covered by a bra, though they did appear smaller as compared to Anu Sithara bhabhi's treasures. Anaswara then chided me and said, "That's all? You were so worked up only on this?"
I mustered up courage to say that there was more to my unease than that. With great difficulty, I told her that Anu Sithara bhabhi had hair in her middle. Anaswara's depth of knowledge in these matters surprised me once again. She said that grown up women had those hair, and that she had seen them on her mom's body too. I asked her if she had them and she told me that it had just about begun to come and there were a few thin strands. I looked askance at her again, hoping that she would offer me a peek preview of her body. But she did not and I was disappointed. Our discussion and actions so far have made me bold as never before. Not getting the voluntary offer from Anaswara, I asked her if she would let me see her hair, no matter they were much fewer in number and density.
Anaswara was reluctant. "It won't be right, Raju", she said. I did not press any further, but fell silent. No matter how much Anaswara tried to get me talking again, I could not break my silence. My thoughts were constantly focussed on Anu Sithara bhabhi's pubic mound and the hole that lay underneath. I was constantly visualising the ecstasy that overtook Anu Sithara bhabhi when she put her own finger inside her hole. I was ceaselessly thinking about the volcanic eruptions in my own penis even as I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi experience her raptures. I had not realised till then how good a friend Anaswara was. Seeing me thus, she lay down right there in front of me, closed her eyes and unknotted the string of her salwar.
It took me ages to bring my fingers to the top of her salwar and gradually push it down, revealing her virgin girlhood. As the salwar began its descent in slow motion, I could see the few thin black hair below her abdomen, just before her thighs began. Her skin was so smooth, so radiant. And then I saw that hole. It was the shape of a very large wheat grain or the seed of a date palm. I knew for sure that girls did not have the penis that boys had and that they had a hole. It was that hole that lay in front of me. But still, it was beyond my comprehension as to how putting her finger in a hole meant for exit of urine could give such thrills to Anu Sithara bhabhi. I looked at Anaswara's hole more closely and found a few moist drops trickling down her thighs. I began wondering if this was remnant of urine from her last visit to the washroom. I asked Anaswara if she had gone to the washroom before she came up but she denied that she had such a trip. I, however, left it at that.
Anaswara had now opened her eyes. She appeared no longer uncomfortable at lying naked before me. Instead, she asked me, "Any further doubts or questions, Raju?" I then told her about the mysterious sensations I had experienced myself. "Ah! That's a new subject, Raju. I do not know much about that. But now that you have a question in your mind, we must find the answer. What better way to do that than to see the affected area!"