The long awaited day had arrived—Kayalvizhi’s wedding. Her parents were incredibly relieved. She was the black sheep of the family, as her grades had always been poor. Her family had money, but unfortunately for her, their Tamil Brahmin community valued education more than wealth. She had failed out of school, and though her parents told people she was getting a degree online, they had secretly sought a groom for her. Her relatives commented that it was lucky she was at least beautiful. Unlike most of her cousins, she was getting married at a young age of 20 years.
Her fiancé, Anand, was from an upper-middle-class family, and worked for an international company that produced machine tools. Anand and Kayal’s wedding ceremony was performed in late morning in the sumptuous Thanjavur Brahmin style, and all of their relatives enjoyed a good feast.
The reception started around 5:30, and it was going well. Family and friends took many pictures with the couple, and there was music and dancing.
After a few hours, when the reception was winding down, Anand answered a phone call from a friend. During the call, his facial expression changed from happy to shocked. Kayal, standing beside him, noticed.
“Anand, is there a problem? You look tense.”
“Yes, a big one.”
“Because today is our wedding, I gave my work project to my friend Jacob to handle. But that idiot has ruined my project.”
“What are you going to do?”
Anand was silent. Kayal asked again.
“He needs my help.”
“Then see him tomorrow and make everything right.”
“Tomorrow I must submit the project; I’ve been working on it for almost three weeks!”
Kayal didn’t say anything.
“Please dear, if you let me, I will go to his house and return in about an hour.”
Kayal thought for a while. She had been anticipating her wedding night for a long time, and if Anand didn’t go now, he would be blabbering about this all night. Her dreams of a romantic wedding night would be ruined. But if he took care of the problem now, he would be more relaxed, and they might have an excellent wedding night. So Kayal allowed him to visit his friend. Anand informed his parents and left on his bike.
Almost two hours passed with no news from Anand. All guests had left, and Anand’s parents and his new bride were worried. They called his cell phone, but found it was switched off.
Kayal was beyond worried.
Anand’s parents tried to placate her, saying that he often switches off his phone when working, as he doesn’t like distractions.
Another hour passed, then the house phone rang. Anand’s father answered.
“Noooo…” he shouted, dropping the receiver.
Anand’s mother and Kayal, alarmed, asked him what happened.
“We must go to St. John’s hospital now” he said.
They drove to the hospital. On the way, Anand’s father informed his wife and his new daughter-in-law that Anand had met with an accident and was in the hospital. Hearing this, the women started crying.
In a few minutes they reached the hospital. When they got there, Anand was being treated, so the family was not allowed to see him. They waited outside the room, tension visible in their faces.
In a few minutes the doctor emerged, and Anand’s father inquired, “How is my son, doctor?”
“He is okay. He was injured around his stomach and thighs. He looks fine on the outside, but we have to take some scans to confirm.”
Anand was taken into another room, and after a half hour, the doctor called Anand’s parents and new bride into his office.
“Sir, is everything all right?”
“Yes… but…” While saying this, the doctor noticed Kayal in her kancheepuram silk saree, which indicated that she was a just-married bride.
“Who is she?”
“She is my son’s wife; they were married today.”
Hearing this, the doctor regretfully said,
“His health is fine, but there is a blood clot near his groin. So . . .” He stopped and looked at Kayal.
“So, what doctor.”
“He can’t have any sexual activity for a year or more.”
Kayal was momentarily stunned. She had been waiting for this day for so long, and she felt her dreams were crushed. All day Kayal had been nervously anticipating her first night of marriage, but now she would be an unsatisfied wife, waiting almost 15 months for her first time.
In two days, Anand came home from the hospital. The couple stayed with Anand’s parents for another week before Anand and Kayal left for Trichy, where Anand had bought a house in which to start their married life together.
After moving in, everything was nice for a few days. At first, Anand was good to her. He took her shopping and to the cinema, and even though Trichy was a small city, it was much bigger than the small village where Kayalvizhi was from, so she enjoyed the outings.
Kayal also didn’t have many issues in the beginning, despite the disappointment of their first night as husband and wife. She assured him that since she was only 20 years old, it wouldn’t make any difference. Many of her older cousins weren’t even married yet. Besides, the challenge would only strengthen their relationship. But, secretly, she had hoped that Anand would at least kiss her or touch her romantically. Yet he didn’t even want to see her naked. They lived like roommates.
As days passed, he became increasingly busy with work, and Kayal started to feel unsettled. She was more and more unsatisfied with her married life. The human body reacts to the presence of pheromones; she was getting horny as she lay in bed next to him, but couldn’t tell him directly.
One day Anand came home early from the office, in a hurry.
“Kayal darling, today is the happiest day of my life” he said, giving Kayal a tight hug.
“What Anand—I have never seen you this excited!”
“Do you remember the project I was working on when we got married?”
“How can I forget? That fucking project shattered my dreams” Kayal thought.
But she forced a smile and said only: “Yes Anand.”
“That project got approved, so I am going to Dubai for a while to present the project. If I succeed, it means a big step up in my career.”
“Wow, Dubai! When are we going?” Kayal asked excitedly.
“Sorry dear, you are not coming with me. It is a four week trip, and my company is paying all expenses. And . . . my boss is a very strict man. He won’t allow wives to travel with employees on business trips. He thinks it may distract us from our work”.
“Oh. When are you leaving?”
“The flight is later today.”
Hearing this, Kayal cursed her stars and started packing Anand’s bags for the trip. In a couple of hours, Anand left for the airport in a cab, and Kayal stayed in the house, staring at the walls.
The next morning, Kayal awoke early, opened the window, and saw a man in his early forties approach the front door wearing a vest and a lungi (a garment that covers the legs). She immediately went downstairs. As she reached the door the doorbell rang, and Kayal immediately opened it.
“Ma’am, vessel?” he asked.
Kayal had no clue what he was talking about until she saw a bicycle standing outside with an attached milk can. She realized he was the milkman, asking for a container in which to pour milk. Usually Anand would get up early in the morning to do office work, and he would place the vessel in the door. Kayal, who woke up later to prepare breakfast, had never seen the milkman before.
Kayal immediately went inside, got a jug, and came back. When she bent down to get the milk, her pallu (the sash part of a sari) slipped slightly, revealing her deep cleavage to the milkman. He stared at her breasts while pouring the milk.
“Wow, what knockers she has.”
While she had been a student, Kayal’s breasts were big enough to show prominently, even in her loose uniform. She was called ‘kolu molu maami’ (an expression describing something soft and round), which she initially thought was about her cheeks. She fumed when she found out it was about her breasts. She had 34D breasts while her waist was just 28″, giving her a pleasing hourglass figure.
Kayal didn’t notice the milkman’s stare. With the vessel filled, Kayal straightened, and the milkman quickly shifted his gaze. Kayal then took the milk into the house, closed the door, and returned to the bedroom to close the window. But when she neared the window, she saw the milkman stop his bicycle near a bush. Suddenly he raised his lungi up, put his hand inside, and pulled his dick out. Kayal was shocked when she saw his penis, long and thick. The milkman started pissing on the bush and Kayal unblinkingly stared at his dick, which poured urine like a fire hose. After finishing, he rode off on his bicycle. Kayal closed the window and started her housework, but the image of his huge dick was now fixed firmly in her mind.
That night, Kayal thought about the milkman and his dick. She couldn’t wait for sunrise so that she could meet him.
At 5:30 in the morning, Kayal opened the window and watched the gate, eagerly awaiting the milkman. In a few minutes the gate opened, and she saw him approach. She waited in excited anticipation for the door bell’s ring. The moment she heard it, Kayal brought the vessel from the kitchen and went out to fetch the milk. This time, Kayal observed the milkman’s muscular body. She felt a vibration between her legs.
“Ma’am, isn’t your husband home?” the milkman asked Kayal.
“No. He left for a business trip, but he’ll be back.”
They continued to talk for another 15 minutes. During this conversation, Kayal learned that the man’s name was Selvam, he had been married for 12 years, and had two children. Kayal also told him about her family. After their little chat, Selvam left to deliver milk.
Kayal felt happy talking to him—she hadn’t had a good talk to anyone since she’d moved to Trichy. Most of her neighbours had jobs (both husband and wife), and the rest would go to nightclubs or other places she couldn’t go. The conversation with Selvam brought her some relief.
After that, Selvam lingered often with Kayal, talking to her about his work, his wife, and personal matters. Kayal felt increasingly close to him. He started making his milk delivery earlier and earlier to spend more time with her. As weeks passed, both Kayal and Selvam were attracted to each other—but neither had the guts to express their feelings.
One day, Selvam came almost an hour later than usual.
“Why are you late today, brother?”
“Last night I went to sleep very late, so I couldn’t get up early”.
“Were you milking the cow all night?” Kayal teased.
“No—my wife. She’s a sex fiend and never lets me sleep when she’s in the mood”.
When Kayal heard this she was shocked, and her face become vacant. Selvam noticed.
“You miss your husband, don’t you?”
“Not really . . . even if he were here, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to me,” Kayal said without thinking.
“What do you mean?” Selvam asked, surprised.
Kayal came back to her senses and struggled with what to say.
“Oh, he’s always busy with his work. He carries his laptop everywhere like it’s his conjoined twin.”
“Don’t worry, it will all work out as time passes,” Selvam offered.
The conversation went deep into Selvam’s sex life with his wife. He talked about her physique and her reaction to having her tits fondled, etc. Kayal felt awkward, but enjoyed it.
That night, Kayal was unable to sleep, thinking about the things she and Selvam had talked about that morning. The sight of Selvam’s huge dick appeared in her mind, and she started masturbating thinking about him. While fingering her pussy, she fantasized about his powerful dick. She massaged her breasts harder and harder, and let out some wild moans. She reached a couple of desperately needed orgasms before going to sleep.
From that day on, their conversation mostly revolved around sex. Selvam started admiring about how beautiful Kayal was and making sexy comments about her figure. He would often compare her with his wife and talk about things he liked to do to his wife in bed. At first Kayal felt awkward, but now she teased him with sexy replies. This continued for a few days, Selvam now visiting whenever he had free time. Kayal became more excited every time he visited.
One day Selvam rang her doorbell around 4:30 in the evening. As usual, Kayal welcomed him in, sitting with him in the hallway.
“You came early today; are you already done delivering the milk?”
“No, I may not have work for a few days. The cow at my house is sick, so if we milk her now it won’t be good for her health or for those who drink the milk. So I won’t be working for at least a couple of days”.
“And how is your wife doing?”
“She and the kids are at her mother’s house; they went to attend the wedding festivities of a close relative, and will be back in few days.”
“Then you’re alone in your house? Why didn’t you go with them?”
“If I went with them, there wouldn’t be anyone to look after the cow.”
“Oh, I forgot about that.”
They talked for another 20 minutes.
“Kayal, could you bring me some water to drink?”
“Oh sure. Wait here, I will be right back”
Kayal stood, entering the kitchen a few seconds later.
“Aaaaawwwww…” Selvam heard Kayal scream.
He rushed into the kitchen, where Kayal lay on the floor. He immediately went to help her up. While leaning on him, the side of her boobs pressed into his arms. Selvam, feeling their soft fullness, got an instant erection inside his lungi. So close to his body, Kayal could smell his sweaty musk, and with her breasts pressed against his tensed muscles, she was getting aroused. Selvam slowly helped her into the bedroom and made her lie on the bed.
“What happened!?” Selvam asked her.
“I slipped on some water on the floor.”
“Where does it hurt?”
“My back and legs. I think we should call the doctor.”
Hearing this, Selvam realized he had a unique opportunity to feel the smoothness of her skin. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
“Kayu, why do you need a doctor when you have me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am good at treating this kind of thing. I learned ancient ayurvedic massage methods from my grandfather.”
“Are you sure you can help me? Because it really hurts.”
“Trust me, I am positive. I’ve treated many people in my village with my massage.”
Then Kayal agreed to let him work on her. Selvam immediately went to the kitchen to find oil for the massage. On the way back to the bedroom, he noticed that the front door was still open, so he quietly locked the door.
Selvam returned to the bedroom with the oil, where he saw Kayal lying on the bed with a pained expression on her face . . . which was so sexy. Seeing her like that drove him crazy with need to touch her smooth skin. Selvam wasted no time and immediately stepped close to Kayal.
“What is that on your hand?” Kayal asked.
“It’s just sesame oil.”
“I thought you would be using balm.”
“No, the oil will do fine. Now turn around and lie on your stomach.”
Kayal did as she was asked, resting her face on a pillow. Selvam moved closer and got a good look at her back.
“Kayal, if you don’t mind, could you please remove the pallu of your saree.”
“What? No, I can’t.”
“How can I apply the oil if your saree is in the way?”
“But . . . but . . .!!”
“I know what you are thinking. Think of me as a doctor—you would certainly do this if a doctor asked you to.”
Kayal considered it. Feeling more assured, she raised her body slightly, allowing Selvam to pull the pallu off her shoulder and put it aside. Kayal returned to her prone position, and Selvam once again gazed at her pale back. Moving closer, he noticed her boobs pressing against the bed. The sight was too much for him. He just wanted to take his dick out and shag her right then and there, but he controlled himself. He took the bottle and poured oil in one palm before applying it to the other. Then he slowly rubbed it on her back. As Selvam’s hands moved to and fro over, Kayal started to relax. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy it. Selvam first worked only on her back, but, seeing her relax, he slowly moved his hands to either side of her waist and pressed gently.
“Mmmmm…” Kayal moaned as he touched her waist.
He continued that for a while and then stopped.
“Kayu, now turn around and lie on your back.”
Kayal said nothing, but turned around and lay on her back. She observed that he suddenly had a nickname for her. In this position, her smooth and creamy tummy, along with the two luscious peaks barely hidden inside her blouse, nipples poking through the sheer fabric, gave Selvam’s eyes a treat. He wasted no time climbing over the bed to kneel over Kayal’s upper legs, his knees on either side of her thighs. Seeing Selvam in this position made Kayal a little more nervous, but she didn’t say anything and simply watched his movements.
Once comfortable in that position, he took the oil and poured it into Kayal’s belly button, filling it. Kayal’s body started to shiver as the oil slowly filled the depression of her belly button. Selvam could feel her body tremble underneath him, and the vibration in her body made his dick even harder.
After filling her belly button with the oil, he placed the bottle aside and slowly dipped his middle finger into her navel. The oil overflowed and started running down her tummy. Selvam then slowly rubbed the oil all over her tummy, using gentle pressure. Suddenly a question arose in Kayal’s mind:
“Why is he applying oil on my tummy . . . I was hurt on my back!”
But she realized she didn’t mind—in fact it felt very satisfying. She almost forgot about the pain as she felt his hands slipping over her tummy. As he continued, Kayal stared at the milkman’s muscular body, shining with sweat. Selvam slowly increased his pressure on her body.
“Mmmmm . . . aaaahhhh.” Kayal closed her eyes and started moaning, unable to control herself, which Selvam enjoyed
Before the massage, Selvam hoped only to feel Kayal’s smooth skin. But seeing all of this, it occurred to him that he could easily seduce her and get her to sleep with him.
So he made a plan to take this to the next level. He stopped massaging and got off the bed.
“Is it over?” Kayal asked.
“No! We have not completed even 50% of the treatment.”
Kayal was both surprised and excited that there was more to come.
“Then why did you get off?”
“I am a little thirsty. Let me get a drink of water, and when I come back, I’ll work on your legs. Do you need something to drink?”
“Yes, there is a cup of cold coffee in the refrigerator. You could bring me that.”
Saying that, he entered the kitchen and took the cold coffee out. Then he removed his underwear and dropped it in the corner. He noticed that his dick was rock hard and standing erect inside his lungi. Too erect. This wouldn’t do. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
“Hey, Kayu, is there any hot water in the kitchen? I have a mild sore throat,” Selvam called from the kitchen.
“I don’t think there is, but if you need it you could boil some water” Kayal replied.
Selvam knew she would say this.
“Okay Kayu, thanks.”
Selvam immediately started masturbating thinking of her. He knew if he had stayed in the bedroom for another minute he couldn’t have trusted his own hands not to do something naughty. He silently hummed “Iyengar Veetu Azhage”, a song from the movie Anniyan, while masturbating. Within 5 minutes, he came, shooting his load into the sink. He felt a huge release—in his mind as well as his body.
But now his mind wanted more. He initially only planned to find an excuse to touch her. But now he wanted desperately to fuck her. He knew it had to be done very smoothly, or his name would be spoiled. He tied up his lungie so high that the tip of the penis could be seen. He hoped raw animal lust could break the defense of this sophisticated Brahmin woman.
“Here is your coffee” said Selvam the milkman to the higher-caste beauty who waited for him, partially undressed, in her marital bed.
Kayal slowly sat up in bed, took the cup, and started drinking. When she got up, she didn’t bother putting back the pallu (sash) of her saree, and she enjoyed the coffee with her pale breasts plainly visible under the gossamer fabric of her top.
Without ever blinking his eyes, Selvam watched Kayal sip her beverage. Even the way her full lips met the edge of the cup was erotic to him. He stole a peek at her cleavage, and her tummy, which was still shining with the sesame oil he had used in giving her a ‘therapeutic’ massage minutes ago.
After she finished her coffee, Selvam once again asked her to lie down on her back.
“Now let’s proceed with our treatment”.
Saying that, he moved towards her legs and slowly raised her saree up. He thought that Kayal would surely protest, but to his surprise she remained still, allowing him to explore her legs. He gently moved her saree up to her knees, revealing her smooth, pale calves, normally so forbidden to a darker-skinned man of his caste. He desperately wanted to put his lips on her alabaster flesh, but he once again relaxed himself and began to apply oil to her legs.
After massaging her legs for a while, Selvam again climbed over the bed. This time he was in the 69 position over Kayal, his loins, barely contained in their loosely fitting lungi, positioned over her face. He resumed his slow and careful massage of her tummy. All this time Kayal was enjoying her treatment with her eyes closed. When she suddenly opened her eyes, she had a shock.
It was Selvam’s penis, already somewhat erect, hanging straight in front of her face and close to her lips. Kayal was confused and didn’t know what to do or say. She immediately closed her eyes to avoid it, but a voice inside her head said:
“Come on, look at it. Enjoy it. You won’t get a second chance. He won’t notice; come on and open your eyes”.
Kayal couldn’t control her inner naughty girl, and immediately opened her eyes and had a good look at his penis, which hung mere inches from her lips. With his rod so close to Kayal’s mouth, Selvam could feel Kayal’s hot breath hitting his dick, making him even more horny. While staring at his hard shaft, Kayal saw a white drop of liquid at the tip, about to drop down. She was confused—how could he have this liquid before sex? While thinking about the anatomical possibilities, the pre-cum dropped from his cockhead and landed on Kayal’s bottom lip. She froze for a few seconds, but suddenly licked it from her lip. She couldn’t analyze its taste, but she kind of liked it.
Suddenly Selvam took his hands off her tummy and got off the bed.
“Kayu, the treatment is almost over. Now I just have to check your ribs”.
“Don’t worry, I just want to make sure you’re not hurt there. I won’t ask you to remove your blouse”.
Saying that, he climbed back over Kayal with her tummy between his thighs. He made Kayal raise her hands and place them over her head. Then he placed his hands on either side of her breasts and slowly massaged them, up and down. This was too much for Kayal, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning quietly.
Seeing Kayal losing her self control, Selvam slowly moved his face close to her face, and smelled the fragrance of her skin. He continued to rub the sides of her breasts. His breathing started to get heavier, landing straight on Kayal’s face.
Feeling Selvam’s breath, she opened her eyes and saw Selvam face to face, his lips very close to hers. They looked into each other’s eyes and stayed that way for a few moments. Selvam then slowly moved his lips even closer to hers, lightly grazing her mouth.
As soon as his lips made contact with hers, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her pouty lower lip between his, and started sucking it amorously. Kayal stayed as if in a hypnotic spell and gave her lips over to Selvam, who was now feasting on them. She felt an electric jolt between her legs that her husband’s sterile kisses had never given her. Selvam continuously alternated between sucking her upper and lower lips, mixing their saliva together.
“Mmm…aahh” Kayal moaned, her mind completely blank to anything but pleasure.
While smooching her lips, Selvam slowly moved his right hand from her ribs and placed it cautiously on her chest, over her sheer blouse, and began sensuously caressing one milky-white breast with his palm.
“Ahhhh…mmmph” Kayal’s moans increased.
Seeing her get excited, Selvam stopped devouring her lips, brazenly grabbed her other breast, and rubbed her nipple slowly with his thumb.
“Aaaahhhh” Kayal shouted.
Selvam grew rock hard when he saw her facial expression. He was now sitting with his groin over her tummy. He grabbed both her tits and started fondling them more ardently.
“Ohh…ahh…yes…” Kayal’s impassioned gasps increased with each second.
Suddenly Kayal’s cell phone rang. It was the ringtone for her husband’s number. Hearing this tone, Kayal came back to her senses, immediately pushed Selvam off, and got off the bed. She felt ashamed of what she had done. Kayal anxiously turned away from Selvam, straightened her saree, and answered her husband’s call, her voice trembling.
“Is everything okay there?” Anand asked.
“Yes, it’s fine here. When will you return?”
“I’m not sure. My trip might get extended.”
While Kayal was talking, Selvam got off the bed, quietly got behind her, and put his hands around her waist, stroking her with a feather-light touch.
“Ah!” Kayal gasped.
“What happened?” Anand asked.
“Nothing dear, a cockroach just fell on me”.
“Okay dear, I am going to the temple now. We can talk at night.”
“Okay hon, love you.”
Kayal immediately ended the call and freed herself from Selvam’s hold.
“What are you doing?!” Kayal demanded angrily.
“Just continuing where we left off”, he said calmly, moving closer to Kayal while staring into her eyes.
Seeing him move closer, Kayal took a few steps backwards.
“Stop there! Don’t come any closer.”
Selvam stopped there.
“Kayu. I know you want this as much as I do. Admit it”.
“No…No…” said Kayal with waning conviction. “I’m faithful to my husband”.
“Then why were you staring at my cock while I was over you?”
When Kayal heard this her face flushed and she was momentarily speechless.
“That’s not true!”
“Don’t try to deny it, I was watching you while your eyes were glued to my manhood”.
While talking, Selvam removed his vest and threw it on the floor.
“What are you doing!?” Kayal asked in shock.
“Don’t try to hide your desire Kayu. It’s not a sin”.
Saying that, Selvam pulled his lungi off his waist and Kayal saw his cock standing proudly in front of her. She was terrified by its full, throbbing erectness, and immediately turned towards the wall.
Having seen him completely naked, though, Kayal’s heart started to pound and her pussy started to become very wet. She felt she was in an impossible position. Kayal was sure that if he continued to talk to her she would surrender to him. Deep inside her heart she desperately wanted that to happen: wanted to feel his dark, muscled body against her pale skin, to feel his rigid cock filling her tight pussy. Her traditional upbringing to be a faithful, modest Brahmin wife was the only thing standing in between her and her desire.
While she was thinking, Selvam suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, his chest pressing against her back and his erect pole nudging the cleft of her ass, still covered by her saree. Kayal didn’t try to move away this time.
“Please don’t; this is wrong”, Kayal said without conviction.
All of her resistance had shattered as his body touched her. Without saying a word, Selvam pulled the pallu of her saree once more off her shoulder. He started urgently caressing Kayal’s tummy and licking her earlobes from behind, his hot breath hitting her neck. Kayal said nothing, but tears started flowing from her eyes, as she was torn between what her body desperately wanted and needed, and how she had been raised to behave in her very conservative social caste.
When Selvam noticed the tears on her cheeks, he regained control of himself and let her go, sitting on the bed. Kayal saw this and looked confused.
“Listen, Kayu, I don’t want to force you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I know that’s possible. Why can you not let yourself admit that you also want this?”
Hearing this, Kayal was totally perplexed, and wished she could speak as openly as he could.
“Okay then, let’s make a deal: if you put aside all your traditional values and sleep with me this one time, I’ll never come to your door again. You can tell yourself it was a momentary lapse of judgment due to your fall in the kitchen, and you’ll never have to see me again—if that’s what you want”.
Kayal knew there was no benefit to accepting his deal, as it gave him what he wanted. So Kayal decided to play dumb and let it happen. She accepted his deal by shaking her head.
“Okay. Now remove your saree and come lie on the bed”.
Kayal removed her saree and laid her blouse and petticoat aside before reclining on the bed. Selvam immediately climbed over Kayal and touched his tongue to the smooth, creamy skin of her tummy.
Kayal started softly moaning while his tongue roamed over her stomach.
After a while he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button and started drilling it suggestively.
“Ah…ahhh…ohhh” Kayal shouted, enjoying the motions of his tongue, her cunt starting to feel very warm and electric.
“Does it feel good, beautiful?”
Kayal said nothing, her ingrained upbringing still not allowing her to let go completely before this low-caste milkman.
“Don’t be shy, feel free to share your emotions and feelings. That is the fun part.”
Saying that, his hand roved lower over what remained of her garments, and stroked her pussy through the fabric. Kayal couldn’t stop a sharp gasp from escaping her lips, exclaiming “That feels great!”
“Good girl. Now let’s speed up the process. Remove all your clothes”.
Kayal hesitated, looking up at him wide-eyed from the bed.
“Okay, then I will do it for you”.
Selvam then made her stand up. He unhooked her blouse and threw it on the floor, then kneeled in front of her and untied the lace of her petticoat, letting it fall on the floor. Now Kayal was standing only in her panties and bra. Selvam stood up and took a step back, admiring her beautiful, light-skinned body from top to bottom.
“All this time you were hiding this angelic body inside those dresses. I think your husband is the luckiest man alive to have such a beautiful wife”.
The compliment made Kayal feel slightly less unsure of herself.
“Am I as beautiful as you say?”
Selvam was surprised when he heard this, and smiled broadly. Could she be unaware of how gorgeous she actually was?
“Yes—doesn’t your husband say this quite often?”
“Let’s not talk about him”.
“Okay…shall we proceed?”
Kayal shyly nodded her head in approval. Immediately Selvam hugged her tightly and started kissing her by sucking her lips, first the top, then the bottom lip. Kayal responded by embracing him and returning his urgent kisses.
They both started moaning through their locked lips.
While kissing her, Selvam moved his hands down, firmly squeezed her tits, and started fondling them. It doubled Kayal’s pleasure, and she expressed this by moaning loudly. After enjoying her plump lips and fondling her voluptuous breasts for a while, Selvam removed her bra and panties and took in the view of her nude body.
While Selvam was admiring her figure, Kayal could not stop staring at his rock hard pole. Without instruction or knowing what drove her to do it, Kayal knelt before him and grabbed his penis with her hand, her eyes glued to his bulging cock head. Selvam was surprised by this move, but loved her fingers around his rod. He thought that he had finally succeeded in bringing out her slutty side.
Meanwhile, Kayal pulled back the foreskin of his cock and planted a kiss on the head. It still had the erotic, tangy smell of his cum, and she liked it.
“Lovely piece of meat, isn’t it”, Selvam said.
Kayal looked up with a smile, and, her eyes still locked with his, started licking the tip of his shaft.
“Mmm” Selvam moaned as Kayal’s tongue lightly touched his dick.
Kayal continued sucking and licking his cock head like she was licking an ice cream cone, thinking back to the man-pleasing tips she and her friends had whispered and giggled over when they were school girls. She flicked the underside of his shaft with her tongue, which made his prick jump with joy. He moaned a little louder.
Though she had never done this before, Selvam’s appreciative noises encouraged and guided her, and she started sucking his cock more earnestly, using more of her lips. Selvam bent slightly so he could grab her boobs. He began to fondle them and pinch her nipples, which were as hard as pebbles.
Now Kayal started moving his penis inch by inch into her mouth. Once it was in, she let her full lips slide back and forth over its hardness, and started giving him an incredible blowjob. As Kayal’s mouth moved faster over his rigid shaft, Selvam let go of her breasts with one last caress of her peaked nipples. He closed his eyes and gave in to fully enjoying the feel of her mouth on his cock. This high-class Brahmin lady continued to kneel before the virile milkman and suck his throbbing dick for a few more minutes, sometimes looking up at him from lowered lashes.
“Ahhhh…I am gonna cum!” Selvam shouted hoarsely.
At that, he put his hand on the back of her head, held on tightly, and shot his cum deep into her throat. His rod spurted for several seconds before emptying fully. Once empty, he released his hold and slipped his penis from between her lips. As soon as it was out, Kayal choked heavily and some of his cum dropped down on the floor from her mouth. She swallowed what remained. There was some cum still on the side of her mouth as she knelt before him gazing up, looking a little dazed. Kayal looked extremely hot like that.
After that, Selvam gave Kayal a few minutes to relax and catch her breath.
“How did it feel, Kayu?”
“Does your husband not let you suck his dick?”
Kayal sat silently, giving him confirmation that her husband did not. Were these Brahmin men really that proper in bed, Selvam wondered? Of course, what he didn’t know was that Kayal’s husband had never even had an erection since they’d been married.
“That was incredible—like it was not the first dick you’ve had in your mouth—but I believe you. The wonderful part of this blowjob is you enjoyed it. That is what I was talking to you about from the beginning. We can both enjoy pleasuring each other.”
Kayal gave him a small smile.
After a few minutes, Selvam made Kayal lie on the bed. He climbed on the bed with her and started licking her body with the tip of his tongue, slowly and inch by inch. He first gave his attention to her legs. He lifted her ankle in his hand and sucked her toes one by one.
“Ohhh…that feels great” Kayal purred.
Moving on from her toes, he licked his way towards her thighs, then spent a few minutes on her tummy, again thrusting his tongue into her belly button in an erotic way that gave her an electric shock between her legs. He moved further up and sucked on her voluptuous tits, then raised her arms up and, breathing heavily, licked the sweat off each armpit. While he was tonguing her armpit, Kayal’s body started to shake like a snake, and she moaned louder. Kayal thought “Even though he is just a milkman, he is very good at foreplay”.
After playing with her armpits, he nibbled on her neck. Then he had her lie on her stomach. His tongue roamed over her back for a while before slowly moving down her body. He then reached her rounded but firm ass cheeks, grabbed one in each hand, slightly spreading them, and started licking. In the process, he gave them a few love bites. Kayal enjoyed each and every trick he played on her body, and showed appreciation with her cries of lust.
Yes…yes lick me! Aaaahhh…it feels great ohhhh…lick each and every corner of my body!” Kayal exclaimed.
At that moment, Kayal had completely given in to her lust and didn’t care about anything but fulfilling her body’s desire.
Meanwhile, Selvam, who was licking her ass cheeks, parted her cheeks, inserted his tongue in her asshole, and started licking it.
“Aahhh…ahhh…oohh…” Kayal shouted as his tongue moved up and down her asshole.
Kayal loved it very much. She had talked about this with her friends and had even seen it in some porn movies, but she never imagined that it would be so wonderful.
At first, Selvam slowly brushed the surface of her ass crack, slowly moved his tongue in, and inserted it inside her butt hole and pounded it with his tongue. As he licked her asshole, Kayal gyrated her butt and pressed it against his face to get more of his tongue.
While licking her asshole, Selvam noticed that Kayal’s pussy was dripping wet. It was so wet that it invited him to suck it. He watched her pussy lips trembling.
This was the first time he had ever tasted an asshole. He had never tasted a pussy either, not even his wife’s. So he was really turned on seeing her dripping cunt right in front of his face.
He didn’t waste any time. He raised her butt slightly up, and started licking the glistening folds of her cunt.
“Aaaahhhh. That’s amazing aaaahhhh…” Kayal moaned as his tongue started working on her cunt.
Selvam continued to lick her cunt crack, then swiped his tongue towards her ass crack, and from there back to her pussy. He continued this for another few minutes. She was beyond excited, moving her hips and moaning wildly.
After doing this for a while, Selvam made Kayal lie on her back. Then he spread her legs wider, went between them, and stared at Kayal’s dripping pussy.
“You are so wet down here, you dirty bitch.”
Kayal felt embarrassed hearing those abusive words, but at the same time, they made her even hornier. She liked the dirty talk.
“Come on you motherfucker, do what you came to do!” Kayal said in a seductive tone, joining in his game. “Why are you afraid?”
Hearing her talking dirty excited Selvam.
“Now we are talking, maami” Selvam said, smiling at Kayal.
Saying that, he stretched her pussy with his hand and started licking the inner walls of Kayal’s pussy.
“Oh…ya…aaaahhhh” Kayal shouted as he rolled his tongue inside her pussy and around her clitoris.
Selvam continued this for another few minutes. Kayal enjoyed it with some dirty comments and loud moans. After a few minutes, her pussy started to contract, her body started vibrating, and…
A huge amount of liquid pumped out of her pussy and hit Selvam right on his face. Then Selvam licked each drop of juice on her cunt. Feeling incredibly satisfied, Kayal fell back on the bed and breathed heavily. She had never thought that having her cunt licked would be so exciting, and at that moment she thought that she wanted her cunt to be eaten quite often. Selvam sat beside her and watched her soft mountain peaks rise up and down as she breathed.
After a few minutes…
“Ok, I think it’s time to take this to the next level.”
Kayal knew what he meant and gave him a seductive smile.
“Kayu, could you please make my friend here stand up,” Selvam said, pointing at his dick.
Kayal slowly crawled towards him, took his dick in her hand, and gave it a couple of strokes. Then she put it inside her mouth and slowly moved her head up and down over it, lubricating his dick with her saliva.
Selvam arrived at his house some 15 minutes later. Maari and Muthu, friends from his village, were waiting for him. They were seasonal labourers and had decided to stay at Selvam’s house for a few days now that the harvest season was over. It was opportune, given that his wife was away. The three of them poured some drinks then sat down. They chatted about their village and other things.
It was Maari who took the conversation in a different direction, pulling out his mobile phone and excitedly announcing he had something to show them. It was an MMS clip.
“It’s this college girl. Isn’t she wonderful? She’s the cutest girl I’ve seen.”
Muthu was the first to react. “Show me then.”
Maari opened his phone and both of them were watching the video. They were so engrossed that they didn’t notice that Selvam hadn’t joined them.
“What happened? ” Maari asked some 5 minutes later. “Did you promise your wife not to cheat by even watching porn?” he laughed.
Selvam took a swig at the bottle then gave a sarcastic reply. “Why should I watch these, when I have been fucking my own high-class bitch for past two days?”
At once Maari paused. The two men looked at Selvam with awe.
“Not just any bitch,” Selvam continued “a Brahmin housewife. She is such a beauty, fair in colour, boobs as big as melons, and her pussy… oh my, it was so tight. The way it engulfed me completely… mmmm, I had forgotten how tight they used to be.”
Muthu and Maari were looking at him, speechless. It was Muthu who turned to Maari.
“I told you not to buy cheap beer. Now our friend has started hallucinating.”
Both started laughing.
Selvam at once took his mobile and showed them the videos of Kayal. He had secretly taken them while the two were having sex. The quality wasn’t perfect, but the imagery was quite clear. There was one video of her giving a blowjob. Another of her fucking in a Rocky(D)gie position.
A third one, the best of the lot, showed her on the edge of the bed with Selvam thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed but her boobs were jiggling to his every movement. Her thaali (mangalsutra) was dancing all over her chest.
Selvam watched the expression on his friend’s faces change. It was rare to see a woman with such beauty. Kayal had a combination of cuteness with the perfect hourglass body. She was looking better than many movie star heroines.
After seeing those videos, the friends both believed Selvam. What happened next took him by surprise, when the two friends urged him to allow them to fuck her too. Selvam didn’t agree to the request.
“Selvam please let us also fuck that slut. It is not every day we would get a chance to fuck a high-class bitch like that… please Selvam,” Maari pleaded.
“No… no, it would get me into big trouble.”
“Please Selvam, if you give me a chance to fuck that bitch, I would forget the ₹15,000 you borrowed from me,” said Muthu.
Selvam was stunned by the offer. Would he really go that far?
“It’s a small price to pay for stuffing my dick into that upper caste cunt,” he continued. “Remember the way they treat us in our village? We can’t even walk in their areas or drink from their shops.”
Selvam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was a shocked look on his face. Maari noticed it and thought that he had made a breakthrough.
“Remember when I caught you fucking my sister?” said Maari.
Selvam put his head down in shame.
“Any other brother would have killed you or at least broken your limbs for deflowering his little sister,” he continued. “But I just allowed it, even though I knew you wouldn’t leave your wife for her.”
There was a pause as Maari let the words sink in.
“I let you take my sister… but you can’t find it in yourself to share some random bitch?”
Muthu chipped in. “And remember the time I brought that construction worker to our room and we all fun together?”
“But… guys… Kayal is not like that,” Selvam tried to explain. “She is a very nice girl…”
“Hahahaha,” interrupted Muthu. “If a woman can cheat on her husband with one guy, she would be fine cheating with 100 guys.”
They’d got him there. Selvam knew his mistake of being boastful, and now his childhood friends won’t leave him if he denies them.
“Friends, it is very risky. I may fall into trouble. She is very hot and sexy and has a very good figure. I will fuck her daily and enjoy her tight hole, which I will lose if something goes wrong.”
“Nothing will go wrong buddy. And you still have videos of the bitch on your mobile. It will come in handy, if she does try anything,” Maari said.
There was no choice. The friends would not let the matter drop and reluctantly Selvam agreed to their deal.
“Come on, we must go now, or it will be too late,” Selvam announced.
The three friends made the short drive to Kayal’s house. It was 8:30 at night by the time they arrived. They sneaked into the house without making any noise. Selvam made his friends wait in the hall, before heading off into the bedroom to see Kayal.
A few minutes later he was back.
“She is still sleeping and completely nude, just as I left her.”
On hearing this, his friends become excited.
“Can we go in?” Maari asked eagerly.
Selvam slowly nodded, then led the way. They stood inside the doorway, and saw Kayal completely naked on the bed, sleeping so innocently.
The effect was mesmerizing. All the friends could do was stand and stare at her beauty. Out of sight though, Kayal’s nakedness was having an effect. Almost as if on command, each found their cocks hardening with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Selvam locked the front door and came back into the bedroom with a honey pot in his hand. When he entered the bedroom both his friends had moved to the bed so close to the sleeping Kayal and were examining her whole body with their eyes. It was just in time, as Maari had lost his control, moving his hands towards Kayal’s boobs to press them. Selvam stopped him.
“Stop Maari, don’t rush. You have all night. Now, follow my instructions. I am sure you will enjoy it.”
Saying that Selvam opened the honey pot and eased Kayal onto her back. She moaned gently as he rolled her over, and the three held their breath. Sure that she was still asleep, Selvam poured the runny honey over her boobs, then down across her tummy and navel.
“Go on then, gently lick her clean,” Selvam announced.
They were not going to wait to be asked twice. In unison, Maari and Muthu ripped of their cloths and climbed back on the bed. How they didn’t wake Kayal was a mystery. All Selvam could think was that the passionate sex of earlier had really taken it out of his lover.
Maari started licking the honey on Kayal’s breast. He used his tongue more passionately and moved it all over her plump melons. Meanwhile Muthu was busy cleaning her tummy. They were being careful now, trying not to wake her up.
Maari moved his focus to Kayal’s nipples, tickling them in turn with the tip of his tongue, intrigued at the way they hardened into sensitive little nubs.
“Aaghhhh… Selvam… mmmmm,” Kayal let out a mild moan in her sleep as Muthu dipped his tongue into her belly button and licked it clean.
After a few minutes of almost constant licking, Kayal’s body was free of honey. It didn’t stop the two friends. Both continued to lick their respective areas. Confused by the strange yet satisfying feelings, Kayal started to rouse. She moaned, her sex becoming excited from the teasing onslaught. In her dreamy state she could feel the sensitivity build between her legs, even a little wetness. The confusion though, well it did feel strange how he could lick both sides of her body at the same time. It was just a dream, she told herself, but it did feel so… so… real.
Suddenly, without warning, Kayal opened her eyes.
“What!” she screamed, shocked to see two men on the bed with her, busily licking at her naked flesh. Immediately she pushed them aside, grabbed the bed sheet and covered her body. She thought that they were robbers and when she was about to scream for a second time, a hand covered her mouth from behind. She looked back and saw Selvam standing behind her.
“Don’t shout Kayu, they are my friends.”
“Why are they here?”
“Well… they are here to serve you.”
“What do you mean?”
“They just want to give company to you. I thought you would like some extra attention, three men instead of one.”
Kayal got angry when she heard this.
“Do you think I am a thevidiya mundai (cheap prostitute) you bastard,” Kayal shouted at Selvam.
“Now’s not the time to act like a good girl, you Brahmin bitch. For two days you have been cheating on your husband and letting me take care of your aching cunt, and now you have the cheek to act like a Savitri.”
Hearing this, Kayal got angrier.
“If you guys don’t leave now, I will call the police and complain that you were trying to rob the house and rape me,” Kayal retorted, in an angry tone.
Hearing this, Selvam started laughing.
“I knew you would say this…”
He took his mobile and showed her the video of her giving him a blowjob. Kayal was shocked to see it.
“You weren’t supposed to…” she murmured.
“I just took this video as a SOUVENIR, but if you didn’t obey as we say, I will just send it to your loving hubby. Try explaining to him how you were raped into giving a blowjob.”
Kayal didn’t know what to do and sat silently. Seeing her silence, Selvam thought that he was in control now and he pulled the bed sheet off Kayal. He climbed over the bed and pulled her close to him. He pushed her down, made her lay on the bed and then he spread her legs. Slowly, Selvam positioned himself between her legs.
“Ha Kayu you look so tense. I know just how to calm you down.”
Selvam placed his hand over Kayal’s snatch and rubbed her cunt slowly. His touch had a magic effect on her protestations and Kayal started to calm down. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Selvam’s fingers as they teased at her swollen pussy lips.
“Mmmm… aaaghhhh…” she moaned.
Seeing the change in her mannerisms, Maari and Muthu inched forward until they were in touching distance of the beauty’s naked body. Muthu started licking Kayal’s tummy again, picking up from where he had left off. Maari raised Kayal’s left hand above her head and licked her armpit. Selvam joined in also, stopping his rubbing at her now wet cunt and starting to lick her instead.
“Aaaaghhhh… mmmm… ooohhh… yaaaa…” Kayal started to moan louder as the three tongues kept licking her increasingly sensitive body.
Maari switched his attention to her left breast and started licking and sucking it. Muthu grabbed her other breast and cupped it for a while before suckling on her sexy melon. All the while, pushed on by the feelings of sucking and licking, Kayal was becoming more and more excited. Before long, she was as much encouraging the friends, as simply enjoying the feeling.
Kayal was eager for more, and feeling Maari’s dick as it brushed against her left hand was too big an opportunity. She suddenly grabbed it and gave it a few strokes. It was like an electric shock had passed all over Maari’s body, and he gasped with surprised. Her hand moving over his dick was so good. He turned Kayal’s face towards him and placed his lips against hers. Slowly at first, Maari started to suck those sexy pink lips of Kayal, as she continued to stroke his dick.
By now, Kayal had forgotten all about her disgust at finding two strangers in her bedroom. Her life had changed so much in the last few days. Married she might have been, but it hadn’t made her any less desperate. Back then Kayal had longed for a dick. Now, she was surrounded by three big ones, all waiting to pound her aching cunt.
After kissing her for a while, Maari got up, pulling his hard dick from her grasp. Slowly, tentatively, he moved the tip closer and closer to Kayal’s mouth, unsure as to how she would react. He needn’t have worried though. Kayal knew what he wanted. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the tip of his dick, before slowly taking his head into her mouth. Then she was away, licking and sucking at his dick like a lollipop. It was Maari who was moaning now.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned as Kayal slowly moved her mouth down over his dick, only stopping when his head nudged into her throat, some three quarters of his length now in her mouth. Maari was in dreamland. When Kayal started to move her head to and fro, he felt like he had gone to heaven. Maari had never felt so good in his life, and he started to moan profusely as she fucked him with her warm mouth.
“Aaaghhh… Yaaaa…” he continued, his dick relishing the attention.
While Kayal was sucking Maari’s penis, Selvam continued to suck on Kayal’s cunt and Muthu was feeding on her milk buns. And so the three-way action continued, until suddenly Kayal’s body started to shake. She clamped her thighs down around Selvam’s head, pulled her mouth from Maari’s dick and…
“Aaaaaaghhhhhhh!” Kayal’s scream pierced the room.
Once more, louder than before and then… her body shook as Kayal gushed love juices right over the face of Selvam. He laughed at her and signalled Muthu to take his place at her cunt. As soon as she stopped cumming, Maari grabbed Kayal’s head and put his dick back into her mouth and asked her to continue.
While Kayal continued to blow Maari’s dick, Selvam moved to her breasts, his mouth sucking one nipple and his hand cupping her other breast. Muthu then spread Kayal’s legs and knelt between them, stroking his dick in his hand as he looked down at the shameless beauty. He gathered himself with a huge breath and lowered his dick towards her cunt. In one push, he forced himself into her tight pussy.
“Aaaaaghhhhhh…” Kayal screamed as she felt his cock open her up. Muthu was slightly bigger than Selvam, his girth taking her by surprise.
It was the first time Muthu had fucked a women this young and hot. He couldn’t control his excitement and started pounding her pussy at full pace, concerned only about his own release.
“Agh… agh… aghhh…” Kayal moaned with each thrust from above.
It was Maari’s turn next. Kayal’s carnal symphony had him wanting the same for himself. Maari became infatuated with the idea of cumming. He grabbed Kayal’s head and pushed his dick back into her mouth. Her moans were soon muffled as Maari started mouth fucking her.
With two openings now full of meat, Kayal found it difficult to concentrate on the overload to her senses. Eventually she managed to bring her body to a sort of rhythm, the pulls and pushes from either end becoming synchronised as she started to work the two cocks. It took only a few minutes before Maari announced his impending climax.
“Yaaa… I am gonna cum… aaaghhhh…”
He held Kayal’s head tightly and released his sperm deep into her throat. To his surprise Kayal swallowed every last drop of his copious load, without wasting any. Maari had never received a blowjob from his wife and now, not only had he just enjoyed the best blowjob, he had offloaded his cum into the mouth of a woman he had not even dreamt of. What’s more, he had enjoyed every moment of it. Kayal too enjoyed the rough mouth fuck and the taste of his cum.
Meanwhile down in her cunt, Muthu increased his pace, reacting to the action between Kayal and Maari. He moved his dick so rapidly that Kayal’s whole body started to bounce in time with his rhythm. Selvam stopped sucking her boobs and watched how they danced to Muthu’s beat.
“Agh… agh… agh…” both Muthu and Kayal moaned.
Maari’s dick started to get harder again seeing Kayal’s boobs bouncing and moving to and fro. Her moaning and facial contortions simply added fuel to the fire and he was soon ready to join the action once more. The sacred thread called thaali reminded them just how taboo it was to be fucking another man’s property. Maari sat beside her, casually stroking his dick as he watched his friend fuck the life out of Kayal.
After few minutes Muthu shouted
“Aaaghhh… I ammm cummming!”
A final grunt and then nothing. He was still, his cock deep inside as he filled Kayal’s cunt with his cum. Was it the rough fuck or the feeling of warm jizz inside? Whatever it was, Kayal screamed out again as yet another orgasm racked her body. Muthu withdrew, watching a pearly stream drip out of her pussy as he sat beside her. Both were panting hard.
Kayal was so tired. She has been doing this all day, first Selvam and then the two friends. It was Selvam who broke the momentary silence which filled the room.
“Ok boys, ready for the next round?”
“No… no… I… can’t… not anymore,” Kayal pleaded.
“I didn’t ask your opinion kandaraoli (bitch), just shut up and do as we say.”
Kayal got off the bed and tried run out of the room, but Muthu grabbed her by the hair and threw her back on the bed.
“You Brahmin whore. After such a nice fuck are you running away? We are wasting our bodily fluids to keep you happy, but you don’t have the courtesy to honour our commitment. I think you forget that I still have the videos of your slutty side in my mobile. One click and your married life will be over.”
Kayal knew that she had no other choice. She sat on the bed, closed her eyes and started crying. She blamed herself for the position she was in.
Then Selvam told his friends to change their positions. He told Maari to fuck her cunt and Muthu to take over her mouth. He himself, was eagerly waiting to take her virgin ass.
Selvam made Maari lay on the bed and he and Muthu carried Kayal and made her sit over his dick. Oh, how easily it slid inside her wet cunt. In a flash Kayal will filled once more.
Maari started moving his hips up and down, in this position his dick pushed deeper into Kayal’s sodden sex. Immediately she lay down over his chest, hugged him tight and let him pummel her pussy. Soft moans told of another enjoyable fuck.
Meanwhile Selvam went into the kitchen. He returned holding a bottle of coconut oil, a smile on his face. He poured a little into his hand and applied it to his dick, before pouring a drizzle down Kayal’s snatch and over her puckered virgin asshole.
“Hold her,” he mouthed down at Maari.
Maari wrapped his arms around Kayal, holding her in close as he continued to pound her pussy from beneath. He had picked up a hard, savage rhythm.
“Agh… agh… agh…” he grunted as he punched his cock into her pussy.
Selvam after applying oil over her asshole, slowly pushed his middle finger into her anus, stretching the tight little rosebud. It felt so strange for Kayal, and she couldn’t bear the sensation.
“Ooohhh… nooo… please stop… please,” she pleaded.
But Selvam continued to slowly work his finger into and out of her asshole. Muthu, who had been patiently watching everything, decided it was time to get involved. He moved forward in front of Kayal and stood with his ass right in front of her face. He spread his cheeks.
“Lick my ass, whore…” Muthu commanded.
Saying that he moved his ass closer to Kayal’s mouth. But Kayal moved her head back and waved her head. At that instant, she saw Selvam. He smiled at her and showed her his mobile. Kayal understood what he meant, and she knew that she had no choice.
So Kayal slowly opened her mouth and dragged her tongue out and moved her head towards Muthu’s ass and began to lick his ass hole.
“Aaaaaghhhh…” Muthu’s body shivered as Kayal’s tongue touched his ass hole.
Kayal felt like a cheap whore, but as she continued to roll her tongue over his anus, she slowly started to like it and did it with more passion, She even tried to penetrate her tongue into his asshole and Muthu enjoyed every bit of it. It was his turn to moan and shake his booties in rhythm with Kayal’s tongue movement.
For the next two days Kayal was bored. She would occupy herself with household chores, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up in the same place, watching porn and masturbating to thoughts of Selvam and his friends. In those two days Kayal must have masturbated three times a day. She was unable to control her sexual needs.
The third day was no different. As usual Kayal completed her household works before going to her bedroom. She put on a porn movie, immediately undressed and then jumped on the bed to watch. It was a group sex movie, where a girl was getting fucked by three muscular black guys.
At first the movie didn’t have much effect on Kayal but, as it progressed, she found herself playing with her boobs and pussy. The more she watched the girl in the movie, by now she was moaning louder and louder as she got pounded by those three guys in all her holes at the same time, the more enthusiastic Kayal got. In the film, the guys were now moaning hard as they fucked her every hole. As they were about to reach their climax all four started to shout louder. Seeing them go wild made Kayal more and more excited. Before long, she was moaning to the rhythm of their action. Suddenly Kayal shouted…
“Aaaaghhhh…. mmmmm… ooohhhh… yyyyaaaaa…”
She grabbed at her boobs even harder, pulling and twisting at her sensitive nipples. Down below, her fingers drilled her pussy in a blur of frantic action. Moments later, Kayal was moaning profusely…
She was so close to the edge when a new sound rang out.
It was the doorbell, and with it, Kayal’s sexual fervour had been broken. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and turned off the TV. Quickly Kayal dressed and headed angrily to the door. Who on earth could be disturbing her from this most heavenly moment?
When she opened the door, her anger grew even greater. It was an old beggar in rags standing right in front of her. He held his hands out, begging her to give him something to eat.
Kayal stared at him angrily for a few seconds but seeing his innocent face and fragile body her mind started to feel pity for him. She asked him to wait and went back into the house. Kayal returned with some money. Quickly she handed it to the beggar. The beggar thanked her and turned to leave. As he moved down the steps, he slipped and fell on the ground. He lay there, not moving, seemingly unconscious.
When Kayal saw this, she was shocked and didn’t know what to do. She immediately went into the house, brought some water and sprayed it on the beggar’s face. His eyes opened slowly and Kayal gave him the rest of the water to drink.
“Thank you, ma’am… Thank you…” the beggar responded, a frailty in his voice.
Kayal smiled at him and gave him a hand. She made him stand. He was too tired and collapsed against Kayal, leaving her with no choice but to grab hold of him. Slowly Kayal placed him back down on the steps.
“You don’t look so good. Do you want me to call the doctor?” Kayal asked him.
“No ma’am, I will be ok.”
“You don’t look ok to me, what’s your problem?”
“Nothing ma’am. I just haven’t eaten much for the last two days. But now I have enough money to buy food, and I only wish I had the strength to reach a hotel.”
Hearing this, Kayal felt sad for him. She asked him to come into the house and eat there. He could keep the money for the next time. The old beggar felt happier and to his eyes Kayal looked like an angel. He had never seen someone behave so gently to him. Once more he tried to stand up, but he had not enough strength. Seeing this, Kayal gave him her hand and helped him stand up. She made him put his arm around her shoulder and took him into the house, sitting him on the couch whilst she went into the kitchen to make him some food.
She brought the food and placed it on the dining table. Then she went into the hall and helped the old man into the dining room. He sat on the chair; his eyes wide open as he stared at the delicious food in front of him. He couldn’t resist and immediately started to stuff his mouth with the food. Kayal sat opposite him and sipped at a cup of coffee.
The old beggar, after completing half of his plate of food, started to regain his energy. He closed his eyes and took some heavy breaths, opening them once more to see Kayal sitting opposite him and enjoying her coffee. All this time with Kayal, the old man never noticed how beautiful she was. Now that his stomach had stopped aching, he was able to think freely. Not only was he looking at Kayal, he was admiring her divine face. Slowly his eyes moved down towards her neck. He noticed droplets or perspiration on her delicate skin, the final remnants of what Kayal had intended to be a most precious moment.
While he was looking at those glittering drops, one slowly moved down her neck and dribbled into her cleavage. The beggar’s eyes followed suit. Upon seeing Kayal’s cleavage, he found himself getting hard down below. Since he was not wearing any inners, his dick stood erect inside his lungi. Embarrassed, he immediately moved closer to the table to cover it. He moved his gaze from her cleavage and continued to eat his food. Meanwhile Kayal finished her coffee and felt slightly uncomfortable with the sweating. She planned on taking a bath.
She told the beggar that she would be back in a few minutes, and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. The beggar continued to have his meal. He sat in silence. After few minutes he heard water coming from another room. He guessed that Kayal must be taking a bath. Drawn to the watery sound, he stood up and headed towards the room. He leant in close to the door and listened to what was happening inside. All the time, his dick was still hard inside his lungi.
When his ear touched the door, it pushed open slightly. The beggar thought that he was dead. To his surprise, Kayal was not there and the sound was coming from another room further inside the bedroom. The door to that inner sanctum was slightly ajar.
Seeing this, the old beggar’s mind started to argue with itself whether to go inside. He thought for a while and then made up his mind. At his age, close to seventy, he was never going to get a chance like this again, to see a beautiful high-class girl bathing. Nervously, he stepped into the bedroom. As he moved closer to the bathroom, he could hear Kayal humming in the shower and it made his heart pound faster than ever.
He reached the door and peeked into the bathroom though the narrow opening. What he saw left him shell shocked, his eyes popping out as he stood and stared, not even blinking. Kayal was standing under the shower completely naked, water gushing down her body. It was a heavenly sight for the old beggar, and soon his dick was standing to attention. He couldn’t resist but lift his lungi and take hold of his dick. Without thinking, he started stroking his manhood, his mind filled by the image of Kayal bathing.
After a few minutes Kayal stopped the shower. She took the soap and started applying all over her body, starting with her boobs, then her arms, tummy and finally down to her legs. Seeing this the old beggar’s hand started move faster over his dick.
“Mmmm… mmmm… aaahhh…”
He moaned silently as he came, releasing a huge load of cum that landed on the bathroom door. After he had emptied his sac, he left the room and went back to the dining table. He sat there, continuing to eat his food, acting like nothing had happened.
A few minutes later Kayal came out of her bedroom wearing an almost see-through sari, her hair still wet.
“How is the food?” Kayal asked, as she walked towards him.
“It’s heavenly, child… thanks.”
Saying that the beggar saw Kayal wiping her hair and coming close to him. This time his eyes were fixed on her deep navel with some water drops on it.
They continued to talk for a while and while they were talking the old beggar would glance into her cleavage, then stare at her pink lips. Kayal noticed it too and didn’t mind it.
When the old man finished his food, Kayal came near him and took the plate and cutlery. Kayal was so close to him that that the fragrance of the soap from her body attracted the old man and he felt more aroused. While the beggar enjoyed the sweet and exotic aroma from Kayal’s body, all she could smell was a foulness coming from his body, a most disgusting staleness.
“When is the last time you took a bath?” Kayal asked.
“It’s been a while, child,” the beggar said with a smile in his face.
“There are ponds and a river in the city, why don’t you use them?”
“Child, I am a lonely man and am nearly seventy. With my ragged appearance only a few like you feel pity and help me. I am too old to bathe myself in a pond or river.”
He continued to blabber his sad tale and, hearing it, Kayal felt sorry for him.
“Why don’t you bathe in my house today?”
“No child… No. You have already helped me too much. I think I have to leave now.”
“It’s nothing. Just think of me like your granddaughter.”
Kayal tried to convince him that it would be okay. Finally, the beggar agreed. Kayal then took him to the bathroom and gave him a towel. She returned into the hall.
The old beggar opened the door of the bathroom and a caught a whiff of that same soapy fragrance. He immediately entered the bathroom and left the door unlocked. He removed his dirty dress and put it on the hanger, wrapping the towel around his waist. Just as he was about to turn on the shower, a crazy idea hit his mind.
‘The girl looks innocent and it seems like she is lonely. Why don’t I try to seduce her?’
The beggar thought about it for a while and finally reached a conclusion that he should give it a shot.
“Child… child…” he called out to Kayal.
Kayal immediately rushed to the bathroom, where the old man sat on the edge of the tub.
“Why did you call me?”
“This floor is too slippery. I don’t think I can bathe here. I would surely slip and fall if I did.”
Kayal tried her best to convince him, but he acted like he was too scared and said to her that he didn’t want to take a bath. Finally, Kayal agreed to stay with him and help him bathe. With a smile on his face, the old beggar accepted her offer.
Once the deal was made the old man suddenly removed the towel from around his waist and stood naked in front of Kayal. Kayal was surprised by his actions and her eyes fixed on his semi hard dick, or more so the seven inches of elderly flesh.
Kayal hadn’t had a fuck for the last three days and seeing his dick in front of her she was completely mesmerised.
“Can we start?” the old man said.
Hearing his voice Kayal immediately snapped out of it. Kayal then shook her head, turned on the shower and the water started flowing over the old man. While he was scrubbing his body, Kayal kept her eyes on his dick and her heart started to pound faster. She found herself getting horny from this old man’s nakedness.
After a few minutes the old beggar turned off the shower and asked Kayal if she could scrub his back. Kayal agreed and went behind him. She took the soap and lathered it on her hand. Even before she had started, the old man was getting excited which was evident in the way his dick stood to attention. Having the beautiful Kayal fulfilling his dreams was amazing. He hadn’t felt like this in years.
As Kayal was preparing herself to scrub his back, she gave a little glance in front and saw his dick at its full erection. Her pussy started to tingle at the sight of his long hard manhood, an aching desire inside to feel him impale himself into her cunt. Even these three days had made her desperate for release. She thought for a while and asked him.
“Can I apply soap on you, grandpa?” Kayal asked him.
The old man was completely surprised but didn’t take long to reply.
“I was about to ask you, child,” he responded smiling.
Kayal then took the soap and began her act by applying the foamy lather on his back. She knelt behind him and applied it on his feet and slowly moved upwards, reaching his ass. She put it on his two ass cheeks and cupped them for a while. The old beggar was enjoying every minute of it but never expected what came next. Taking him by surprise, Kayal suddenly parted his ass cheeks, put her hand between his legs and applied soap to his ass. This unexpected move made the old beggar’s dick even harder and he closed his eyes and started moaning softly.
Kayal removed her hand from his ass, stood up and made him turn around towards her. She applied soap on his chest. While rubbing his hairy front she cupped his chest and pinched his nipples. She proceeded to wash his stomach, then slowly knelt in front of him, her eyes transfixed to his hard dick. The beggar noticed and became very excited to see what was coming next.
Kayal lathered up copious amounts of soapy suds in her hands, then placed one hand on his hard dick. Soon she started stroking it on the pretext that she was applying the soap. While her right hand was stroking his dick, her left hand was applying soap on his balls. She was doing a great job of it.
“Aaaaghhhh… ooooooohhhh…” the old man moaned in time to the movement of her hand.
He tried his best to control himself from ejaculating, but he eventually lost control and with a loud moan he shot his load all over Kayal’s face which was right in front of his dick. It was a surprisingly large load given that he had cum not so long before on the bathroom door. Creamy jizz dribbled down her face and onto her thin sari.
“Look what you have done,” Kayal retorted, faking anger in her tone.
“Sorry child, you were just so good, and I lost control for a moment.”
“I just took a shower and now I have to bathe again.”
“Sorry… sorry…” he started apologizing.
“It’s ok, now I have to wash you quicker and take a shower again.”
“Why don’t you shower with me? I can help you clean up,” the old man said hesitantly, without looking at Kayal.
“That’s a good idea,” Kayal replied.
Her answer was more shocking to him and now he understood that she was not as innocent as she looked. It seemed that Kayal wanted the same thing that he did, but he didn’t want to push it too hard. The old beggar was happy to go along with her game and see how far she would go with it.
“Ok, then let grandpa help you remove your clothes.”
With that he pulled at the pallu of her sari and watched as it draped open. Slowly he removed her sari and placed it beside him.
The beggar was so excited. He had seen Kayal naked from a distance but having her standing here in nothing more than a pair of panties, was too much. The old man’s dick started to rise. Seeing his dick getting harder again, Kayal couldn’t control herself. She so wanted to end this drama now and immediately moved towards him. She knelt before him, took his still soapy dick inside her mouth and started sucking it. There was nothing tentative about her actions as Kayal moved faster over his dick.
The old man was shocked at her directness, but he started to enjoy Kayal’s mouth with some loud moans.
“Aaaghhhh… faster… aaaaghhh… I haven’t felt this happy for ages…”
His dick was soon hard once more, and in a few minutes more he shouted and released another load into Kayal’s mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed it all without wasting any. Kayal looked up and smiled at him.
“Your cum is so delicious,” she whispered.
‘She is not so innocent after all. She acts like a slut,’ he thought to himself.
The old man kept his eyes fixed on her huge melon sized boobs as Kayal stood up. As they came into touching distance, he grabbed both with his hands and started fondling and cupping them like crazy. After fondling her boobs for a while, he pressed his face against her plentiful mounds, feeling the softness of those milk tanks with his face.
“Aaaaghhhh…” Kayal moaned in response to his actions.
He played with Kayal’s tits like a kid playing with a long-lost toy. He was so excited and sucked at her hard nipples. He continued this for a while and then Kayal pushed him back.
“Let’s continue the bathing,” she said in a seductive voice.
“Now it’s my turn to clean you, slut,” the beggar replied.
Hearing the abusive word that the beggar had chosen to describe her, made Kayal even more horny.
“I will start by applying soap on those beautiful tits of yours.”
The old beggar didn’t wait for a second. He immediately took the soap and started to apply it all over Kayal’s boobs. He pressed her boobs harder and harder as he soaped them up. After applying it from the front for a while he moved behind her and grabbed her boobs from behind which was more satisfying for him. While doing so, Kayal’s back was pressing against his chest and he was licking the side of her neck and sucking at her ear lobes.
The sensation was so erotic for Kayal and she started to moan.
After some time of fondling and massaging, Kayal pulled away. She took the shampoo bottle and knelt in front of the old beggar. Seductively, she poured shampoo between her tits and then smeared it all over her full mounds. She grabbed the old man’s dick, placed it between her huge milk tanks and started to give him a wonderful tit job.
The old man had never enjoyed a beautiful sensation like this before. Those soft spongy tits pressing and moving over his dick were too much for him and in another few minutes…
“Aaaaghhhh…” he shouted and had his fourth release of the day.
The cum fired upwards and hit straight on Kayal’s chin, before dripping down towards her breasts. As soon as he shot his load, the old beggar felt tired and then sat on the floor.
Meanwhile Kayal removed her panties and washed all the foam from her body. Seeing Kayal completely nude, the old beggar’s dick started to stretch slowly. This time he was looking at her hairy pussy and he immediately grabbed Kayal’s thigh. He pulled her towards him and had a close look at her pussy. It was his turn to kneel as he moved in with his face and sniffed at her sweet sex.
“Ohhhh… it smells divine,” he said, nudging her soft bush with the tip of his nose.
Then he brought his hand up and caressed her mound, before moving down towards her pussy crack. He nudged at Kayal’s legs and she parted them slowly. It was all he needed, and the old beggar slowly ran his hand along her snatch. He eased her lips apart, feeling her slick juices, then inserted his finger into her pussy.
“Aaaaghhhh… mmmmm…” Kayal let out some mild moans as his finger slowly pressed into her love hole.
Her moaning sounds were so pleasing to the old beggar, and he slowly moved his finger in and out. He expected more moaning sounds from Kayal, but they didn’t come. He inserted a second finger into her pussy and moved his fingers faster and faster. This time he was not disappointed and Kayal started to moan louder and louder.
“Aagh… aagh… aagh…” Kayal continued to moan.
As his fingers explored her pussy, her pussy continued to seep juices, trickling down onto the old man’s hand. For a moment he removed his fingers from her cunt and licked her juices off his hand.
“Wow… your sex is so sweet, so delicious…”
Saying that, he pulled Kayal closer to him and fixed his mouth on her pussy. He worked her hard, lapping as much as he could at her sweet juices.
“Aaaghhhh… mmmmm… ooohhhh…”
Kayal closed her eyes and let out some wild moans as the old man’s mouth sapped all the juice out of her cunt. After feeling that he had sucked Kayal’s cunt dry, the old man stood up.
“How was the dessert, grandpa? Hope you liked it,” Kayal said.
“It’s the best, bitch… now that you’ve fed me, it’s my turn…”
He spun Kayal around and made her bend at the hips. Taking his dick in his hand, he lined the tip up with her sodden sex. With a single thrust, he plunged three quarters of his length into her pussy.
“Oooohhhh…” Kayal shouted, feeling his cock invade her tight cunt.
Then the old man moved his hips back and forth and started to fuck Kayal’s pussy. Her pussy in that position was too tight for him and he started to shout.
“Aagh… aagh…” he grunted with each thrust.
His language was getting more abusive towards her and Kayal enjoyed it more than ever. After a long hard fuck both Kayal and the old man shouted louder and climaxed in unison.
After this they both bathed together, before leaving the bathroom.
After the bathing session, they slept for sometime and the old man was about to leave, but Kayal stopped him and asked him to stay for lunch. The old beggar agreed to it. Kayal then played a movie and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
While the old man was watching the movie, it became more erotic in nature, and with it, the old man became horny again. He slowly moved towards the kitchen and saw Kayal standing there, cutting vegetables. He inched behind her without making any sound, grabbed her hips from behind, pulled her close to him and licked her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I just saw a bitch like you in the movie trying to seduce a guy. I guess it woke my little guy again.”
“No, not now, I still have lot of cooking to do.”
Saying that he pinched Kayal’s nipples from behind, a hard pinch which sent a shock wave through her body.
“Please at least give a blowjob.”
Saying that he pinched her nipples even harder.
“Aaaaaghhhh…” Kayal moaned.
Kayal then agreed to give him a blowjob. She immediately turned around and dropped to her knees. The old man removed his lungi and Kayal saw his dick, already semi-hard. She grabbed his dick in her hand and gave it few strokes before putting it into her mouth. Kayal started to blow the old dick of the beggar.
“Aaaghhhh… ooohhhhh…” he moaned as her tongue twisted around his dick.
In another few minutes his dick was fully erect. Kayal increased her pace to make him reach his climax quicker. Without warning, the old man pulled his dick out of Kayal’s mouth, pushed her on to the floor and jumped over her.
“What are you doing you, pervert?” Kayal shouted at him.
“Your mouth is not enough for my dick, thevidiya mundai.”
Saying that he raised her sari up to her thighs. Kayal tried to push him off her, but the old man had a tight grip on her. He managed to pull her sari to her waist and he immediately put his hand between her legs and started to rub her pussy through her panties. This made Kayal calm down and she stopped struggling.
Soon her shouts turned into mild moans, and she started to move her hips in rhythm with the old man’s hand. In a few minutes her panties started to feel damp with pussy juices. Seeing this, the old man pulled her panties down, spread her legs wider and positioned himself. Leaning forward he pushed his dick into her dripping pussy and started pumping.
The old man straight away went at his full pace, pummelling her pussy. He pulled at her blouse so hard that it tore off, with hooks flying everywhere, and her breasts falling out. He started sucking them while humping her.
“Aagh… aagh… aagh…” Kayal moaned. Just minutes ago, she was trying to resist him but now she was enjoying it. Her fingernails were digging into his back as he had gone to beast mode.
In another few minutes he felt his climax nearing. Immediately he pulled his dick out of her pussy and moved towards her head, plugging his dick back inside her mouth. He held her head tightly and…
“Aaaaaaghhhhh…” he shouted as he unloaded one more load deep into the throat of Kayal.
He didn’t let her head free till his sac was empty. As soon as he was done, he loosened his hold and pulled his dick out of her mouth. Kayal started to choke heavily, pushed the beggar on to the floor and stood up. Kayal was so angry with him that she wanted to drive him out of her house.
“Now you old pervert, you got what you wanted… now, go!” she shouted at him.
“Sorry child. Please forgive this old loner.” Saying that he once again came closer to Kayal and licked her neck.
For a second his act misdirected her, but she immediately pushed him and shouted once more.
“Don’t try to do that again. Now get out and never come back again,” she yelled.
Seeing her angry, the old man thought that he didn’t want to blow his chance. He smiled at her and left the room.
It was only after he had left that Kayal realised what an idiot she had been. This guy had nothing to lose, but if he told someone, her honor will be gone. Even Selvam wouldn’t look at her for fucking a beggar.
She went to the local telephone booth and made a complaint to the police helpline that an old man was roaming around peeking inside each of the locked houses. There were few break-ins that had happened in her area and the police would be happy to nail any person to close the case.
Kayal felt sad for using him and then throwing him out, but at least now he might get three full meals a day without needing to go begging.
Kayal was taking an afternoon nap when her mobile rang, it was her husband’s ringtone. She immediately answered the call and spoke to him. At the end of the call her face became sad. The news was that her husband Anand will return home from his business trip tomorrow.
Kayal was eagerly waiting for Anand’s business trip to end but now she felt like it was bad news. She knew that Selvam will also come back tomorrow and with her husband around it won’t be as easy for her to continue her relationship with Selvam. That day passed with this dilemma filling her mind.
That night Kayal didn’t sleep that well. Early the next morning her doorbell rang. Kayal stood up with dizziness and walked towards the door wondering who it is, when she opened the door a guy jumped over her and started to kiss her lips. That sudden attack shocked her and she pushed the guy away and then rubbed her eyes and looked at the guy, it was Selvam, he had just arrived from his village and straight away came to see her. Kayal’s eyes were filled with happiness and this time she pulled him towards her and kissed him like crazy. They kissed for almost 10 minutes before they separated.
“You missed me this much?” Selvam asked Kayal.
Kayal didn’t answer him and pulled him in and locked the door and took him into the bedroom. They both removed their clothes in a flash and Kayal took Selvam’s dick in her hand and rubbed it on her cheeks and gave it a kiss on its head and put it in her mouth and gave him a wonderful blowjob.
“Aaahhh… ooohhh… I really missed you too Kayu.” he said as Kayal continued to suck on his dick.
Now his dick was almost near his fullest erection and Kayal pulled his dick out of her mouth and laid on the bed and spread her legs and invited him to enter. Selvam didn’t waste even a second and jumped on the bed and pushed his dick into her pussy and started to fuck her.
“ah… ah… ahhh…” Kayal shouted with each thrust and enjoyed it.
Selvam while thrusting his dick in and out of her pussy grabbed Kayal’s milky breasts and pressed them harder and harder. This doubled Kayal’s pleasure and she moaned even louder. This continued for another few minutes and then, Selvam increased his pace and…
“aaaaahhhhh…” he shouted and blasted a huge load of his cum into Kayal’s vagina and pulled his dick out of her pussy and laid over her and kissed her lips.
“I missed you very much.” Kayal said.
“Me too.” Selvam replied.
“Where are your friends, aren’t they here?”
“No, they just came here to stay with me for a few days and their work is in our village, they can’t come here.”
Kayal felt slightly disappointed. While they were talking the doorbell rang and this time Kayal was sure who it was and she and Selvam immediately dressed up and she sent Selvam through the back door and went in front to welcome her husband. When she saw him she tried to bring some fake smile to her face and welcomed him back. For the next two days Anand didn’t go to the office and spent the day with Kayal taking her to restaurants, movies etc… Kayal used to enjoy those outings with her husband, but now all she wants was to be inside home and get fucked senseless.
On Monday after Anand left for office, Kayal called Selvam and they did their usual workout. This continued for another few days for nearly a month. Anand didn’t have a single clue about this.
While everything was going smoothly for Kayal, one day after her husband had gone to work she received a call from her father-in-law. He first enquired about his son and his health and then conveyed the news to her. The news she received struck like a thunderbolt in her head. She then placed the receiver on the phone and sat on the couch, thinking about it.
Soon after she ended the call, Kayal called Selvam on her mobile and informed him not to come today and told the reason. Then she called Anand and informed him that his uncle Vishwanath is reaching the railway station and his father has asked him to prick him from the station. His uncle would stay with them for two or three weeks. After ending the call Kayal swept the house and then took a bath and waited for her husband and his uncle to arrive.
Both arrived and Kayal welcomed him like a traditional house wife. Then they chatted for a while and then Kayal went into the kitchen and prepared a snack for them. Meanwhile Anand went back to his office, since he only got permission for two hours for break.
In the afternoon both Kayal and Uncle Vishwanath had lunch together.
“That was an excellent meal dear. I am stuffed.” Vishwanath praised Kayal. Since her parents knew she won’t become a doctor or engineer,they taught her well about cooking and she was an expert .
“Thank you uncle. Now that lunch is done, what do you plan to do for the rest of the afternoon?”
“I am still a bit tired from the journey. Maybe I will take a nap.”
Kayal then showed him the spare bedroom and then she went into the kitchen and washed all the dishes and then picked the vacuum cleaner and went into her bedroom to clean it.
While she was cleaning under the bed something stuck on the cleaner and she took it out and saw underwear stuck on the machine. She immediately recognized it.
“It’s Selvam’s. I think he must have left it yesterday.”
Kayal then sniffed it and the images of Selvam fucking her and all those moaning sounds came as a visual in her mind and made her feel so horny and her nipples started to get hard inside her blouse. Kayal then placed her hand on her boobs and pinched her nipple over her blouse.
“Aaaaahhhh…” She moaned
She continued to cup her boobs and pinch her nipples and her panties started to soak too. The heat got into her too much and she immediately removed her sari and all her clothes and jumped over the bed and laid naked and started to fondle her breast with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other and let out some wild moans, forgetting that a guest was at her house.
Vishwa who was pleasantly sleeping in the next room heard some weird sounds coming and he immediately got up and went out of the room and to Kayal’s bedroom. As he moved closer he could hear the moaning sound quite clearly and he knew what she was doing and he was shocked that she didn’t lock the door.
Vishwa wanted to leave the place and give his daughter-in-law some privacy but the moaning sound and the fact that the door was open drew him to move forward and have a peek at Kayal.
When he looked in he saw Kayal completely naked lying on the bed and fingering her pussy with her right hand and sniffing underwear on the other and letting out some wild moans.
“aaaaahhhh… mmmmm…” Kayal should.
Seeing her in that position Vishwa got an instant hard on. Seeing the way Kayal was enjoying herself on the bed he thought that Anand has a great impact on her and he satisfies her too well on bed.
Vishwa couldn’t control himself and he immediately grabbed his dick and started to jerk faster peeking at the view of his beautiful nephew’s wife’s show in the bed.
While Kayal was enjoying herself, she shouted
“aaahhh… yaaa baby aaaahhh… Fuck me harder Selvam… mmmm… deeper babyyy…”
Hearing her saying some other name other than her husband’s, Vishwa was shocked but he continued to stroke even faster and…
“aaaaahhhh…” he shouted and ejected a huge load of his cum on the door.
Then he immediately wiped it using his lungi and left the doorway while Kayal continued to masturbate.
That night at bed Vishwa couldn’t sleep, the scenario of Kayal masturbating to another guy and all her moaning sounds made him masturbate twice that night.
Next morning around 4:30 Vishwa who was sleeping on the couch in the living room heard the main door opening and he immediately got up and went to see who it was. There he saw Kayal slowly sneaking out of the house and went to the other side of the house, Vishwa followed Kayal and he was more shocked by what he saw there.
Kayal was leaning against the wall and a guy was kissing her lips and fondling her boobs at the same time. And Kayal too was responding to him by kissing him back. The sight was so shocking and equally erotic for Vishwa and he kept on watching the scene without making any noise.
They continued kissing for a while and Kayal pushed him back and said
“Selvam enough ,there is no time. I need your dick inside me now!”
Saying that Kayal lifted her sari up and Selvam lowered his undies and pulled his dick out and raise Kayal’s right leg up and pinned her to the wall and pushed his dick into her pussy and started to fuck her in that position.
“Ah… ah… ah…” Kayal moaned and she made sure that she didn’t shout and get the attention of the others in the house.
Kayal hugged Selvam tightly and sucked on his ears to prevent herself from moaning louder.
Vishwa watched this without even blinking his eyes and kept on rubbing his dick over his lungi.
Meanwhile Selvam continued to fuck Kayal harder and harder, after continuing this for another few minutes he was about to cum. He immediately pulled his dick out of Kayal’s pussy and made her sit on the ground and stuffed his dick inside her mouth and gave her a few furious strokes to her mouth and…
“mmmmmm…” he moaned a bit louder and filled her mouth with his cum and she swallowed it all.
Then they kissed once again and Selvam left immediately and Kayal perfected her dress before she came back into the house.
Meanwhile Vishwa came back into the house without them noticing him and immediately went into the bathroom and masturbated third time that night and he went to bed.
That morning at the dining table.
“Where is your wife Anand?”
“She said that she was feeling tired, uncle, so I did disturb her. She is still in bed.”
Vishwa knew why she was so tired and felt pity for Anand.
After having breakfast Anand left for his office. After Anand left Vishwa stayed in the living room and watched TV to divert his mind from the scenario he saw in the morning.
But he was not able to get over it, it only made him more horny. He felt too hot and he thought about paying a visit to see what Kayal was doing.
When he opened the door of Kayal’s bed room he found her in a sound sleep. He then went close to the bed and had a close look at Kayal.
While he stood there Kayal turned around in her sleep and the pallu of her sari dropped from her shoulder and her deep cleavage was in view to Vishwa’s eyes.
“Wowwww!! This is one heck of a sight!” he thought in his mind.
Vishwa kept staring at her and his dick started to rise inside his lungi. He tried to control his lust, but it was too late for it. He desperately wanted to suck those lips and her milky melons and feel those soft buns in his hands.
He wanted to check whether she was sleeping or not, so he placed his hand on Kayal’s shoulder and shook it slowly and called her name. Kayal didn’t respond and was in a deep slumber.
Seeing this Vishwa got more courage and he slowly unhooked the blouse one by one and opened it. As soon as the last hook was done her boobs jumped out of her blouse and wiggled like jello.
Vishwa then placed his right hand on her left boobs and felt the smooth and softness of Kayal’s breast.
“Wowww… How smooth and soft her breasts are… No wonder the milk man was so interested in squeezing them.” he thought while he continued to fondle her boobs.
After cupping her boobs for a while he circled his finger around her nipple and slowly pinched it.
“Mmmmm…” Kayal moaned in her sleep.
Vishwa heard the moan and saw the sexy expression on Kayal’s face and he felt so excited.
He then moved near her face and rubbed Kayal’s lips with his finger and slowly inserted it into her mouth and pulled it out, with his finger covered with her saliva.
His finger was shining with Kayal’s saliva in the light and he sucked the finger and tasted her saliva. Then he bent his head towards her face and felt the hot breath coming out from Kayal’s breath and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue and covered her lips with his saliva.
All this action he was doing made him hot and horny, and his breath was burning as his body heat increased.
He immediately got off the bed and removed his lungi. As soon as his lungi was off his rock hard dick stood proudly out and he climbed on the bed and moved close to Kayal’s face, holding his dick in his hand.
Vishwa climbed the bed and moved close to Kayal’s face holding his dick in his hand and kneeled in front of her mouth only inches away.
His heart started to pound faster and his breath became heavier, then he moved further and rubbed the head of his dick on the lips of Kayal and suddenly a current shock passed through his body.
He continued it for a few more times and he got more excited and started to shag his dick faster and faster.
“Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Please don’t wake up before I cum slut… aaahhh!!”
He murmured as he continued to move his hand over his dick more furiously.
In another few minutes…
“Aaaaahhh… I am going to cummm!!”
He said and pointed his dick straight in front of Kayal’s mouth and his cum hit straight on Kayal’s lips and rolled down through the side of her cheeks and Vishwa saw some entering into her mouth.
As the sperm rolled down her face and into her mouth, Kayal slowly woke up and was shocked to see her uncle standing with his dick out in front of her.
“Good morning dear. Did you enjoy your morning milk?” Vishwa asked her with a big smile on his face.
“Uncle!! what are you doing here and why are you naked?” Kayal asked shockingly.
“I just came here to give some milk dear.” Saying that Vishwa pressed Kayal’s left breast.
Kayal immediately pushed his hand and covered her body with the bed sheet.
“Uncle this is wrong. Please get out of here.”
“Dont act too much dear, yesterday I saw you fingering and shouting out Selvam’s name to fuck you. Who is that Selvam dear, is it the pet name of your husband?”
Kayal sat silently wondering what to say.
“Or is that the name of the guy, who was fucking you early this morning?”
When Kayal heard this she felt dead and no word came out of her mouth and sat stunned.
“I wonder what Anand will think when I tell him his wife is cheating on him.”
Saying that he pulled down the bed sheet covering her body and exposed her bare boobs. This time Kayal didn’t bother to cover her boobs and kept on listening to what he was saying.
“I don’t want to ruin your marriage life Kayu dear, I just want to solve this problem inside the family.”
Saying that he moved even closer and his face was right in front of her big milk tank and Vishwa’s hot breath landed straight on Kayal’s boobs.
“Inside the family, what does that mean?” Kayal asked.
“Why do you need other men when you have a relative here who’s willing to satisfy all your needs!”
Saying that Vishwa started licking her nipples and circled it with the tip of his tongue.
As his tongue touched her boobs, Kayal leaned back on the bed and moaned
“Mmmmm… These are much bigger than my wife’s breast!” he said as he continued to cover Kayal’s boobs with his saliva.
“Please don’t do thissss uncle!!, I am like your daughter.”
“I can’t help it Kayu, I have dreamt of your hot body all night after I saw you naked yesterday.”
Saying that he moved further down and removed her sari in a flash and started sniffing her wet pantie.
“But you are enjoying this too, aren’t you dear?” Vishwa asked her to see Kayal’s wet panties.
“No… I am not. I am your niece-in-law, you shouldn’t say such things!”
“But it looks like your pussy is saying something else!”
Saying that he pulled her panties down and started to lick Kayal’s juice over her cunt…
“Aaaaahhh… Please don’t uncle… ahhh it’s wrong!”
“No dear, it’s not. It’s our family tradition to keep the new bride happy and give her what she needs.”
he said as he continued to lick her cunt.
“Do you love your pussy being licked dear?”
“Please stop uncle!” Kayal pleaded.
“Ok then, take a look at this thing and tell me that you want me to stop.”
Saying that he took his dick in his hand and went between her legs and rubbed it on the entrance of her pussy and teased her.
“Aaaaahhh… Unclee…” Kayal moaned as he continued to tease her.
“Do you want it inside you dear?”
Kayal didn’t say anything and simply moved her pussy forward and invited him to go further.
Vishwa understood that he got the green signal and immediately he thrust his dick inside Kayal’s wet cunt in a single push.
“Mmmmmm…” Kayal moaned and bit her lower lips in pleasure.
As soon as his dick was in Vishwa started to move his hips and pounded her pussy harder and harder.
Kayal was enjoying it but there was still discomfort in her mind, since it was her husband’s uncle fucking her. Vishwa notices this.
“I can understand what you are thinking dear, just get all those things out of your mind and think about all the pleasure I am going to give you.”
Saying that he laid on top of her with his chest pressing against her breast and started kissing her lips simultaneously with his dick continuously pound her pussy
As he continued his foreplay, Kayal’s mind started to get free from discomfort and she started to let out some wild slutty moans and enjoyed her father-in-law.
“Uwww… Your pussy is the best Kayu. How tight it is.” he said as he continued to pound her pussy.
He continued this for another few minutes and Vishwa shouted “aaaahhhh!!” and Kayal felt a hot stream entering her pussy and she too reached her orgasm twice in the process.
After he has unloaded all his juice completely into Kayal he slowly pulled his dick out of her pussy and laid beside her completely satisfied.
Then both Kayal and Vishwa, talked for a while lying on the bed and during that conversation, Kayal told Vishwa everything, her high libido, her husband’s problem of low libido, and her relationship with Selvam and his friends. But she didn’t open her mouth about the old beggar, since she felt that Vishwa or anyone who heard about that would think her as a cheap slut. So she hides that part of the story.
Hearing the story Vishwa started to become horny once again and fucked her for the second time.
Later that week, Vishwa and Anand were sitting on the dining table while Kayal was serving poori straight from the kitchen.
“Anand, do you know that there is an annual festival happening in the Kumbakonam temple?” began Vishwa “Luckily, my friend works in the tourism board and he gave me the government guesthouse to stay. So how about you young couple go and get blessings?”
Anand tensed a moment. He has been an atheist for a long time but he never wants to draw unwanted attention. Little did he know that Vishwa was aware of it.
“No uncle.” replied Anand “I’ve some urgent office work. Why don’t you take kayal and go? She loves temples.”
“How about you?” He asked her pointedly, startling her from making pooris. “Will you go to the temple with your uncle?”
Kayal looked at his uncle. He had a neutral expression but still she knew he was planning something. She missed those days with Selvam where he fucked for hours and days not worrying about anything. The only question was will the uncle handle her unquenchable lust .
“Sure.” she said and went back to the kitchen.
Vishwa smiled inside as Anand fell right into the bait. He took his mobile phone and sent a message “It’s ON.”