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I pushed down harder on his chest and with a loud cry drove my hips up and down as hard as I could. Beneath me Sunny was staring at me wide eyed, his mouth open as all he could manage was a series of moans and gasps as I fucked him like a damn wild cat.

I leaned forward so I could lift my hips higher and pushed down on his chest each time I slammed down on him. I established a perfect rhythm between my hands and hips and the bed protested as Sunny was now bouncing on the mattress then back into my driving hips.

"Fuck yeah!" I cried out, "You like this Sunny? You like seeing how a real woman fucks? No cute little girl is going to fuck you like this, baby. Your slutty teacher is going to make your first ride your best ride!"

Sunny put his hands on my hips and pushed in an effort to slow me down and I relented and switched to sliding my hips back and forth instead of up and down. Sunny moaned softly as I switched up to riding him more slowly and sensually.

I raised my hands over my head, taking my long hair up with them and posed for him as I worked my hips even slower.

"How do I like honey? How's Miss Katrina Kaif looking riding your cock?"

"Incredible." He whispered as his hands left my hips and cupped my tits.

"That's it." I purred as he played with my nipples, "Play with those tits, they're your tits tonight, hell they're yours anytime you want them!"

Sunny looked surprised and even in my lust addled brain I realized that comment was a mistake, but I was so caught up in the moment I didn't care, there would be time to talk this out later, right now it was....show time.

I swung my leg over him and easing his cock from inside me, knelt next to him. Sunny went to sit up, but I shoved him back down on the bed.

"Not yet." I smiled down at him, "I want to show you something fun."

I spun myself around so my back was to him and swinging my leg back over him so my ass was pointing at him worked my puss along his cock.

"Put it in." I breathed, "Shove that big dick in your teacher's hot cunt!"

"Hot...wow!" He looked shocked.

"I wouldn't say that to a girl your age if I were you, but I'm in a slutty fucking mood, not give me that fucking cock!"

I was surprising myself, but all that mattered was he was pushing the head of his cock back where it belonged, inside my overheated...cunt. The word I was raised to never say sent thrill through me telling me I was officially out of control, but seeing I was already fucking an eighteen year old student, and bareback at that, a dirty word was the least of my transgressions.

I plunged back down on his cock and worked my hips slowly.

"Oh, goddamn." Sunny moaned as I rode him backwards.

I sat up for him, pushing his cock deeper and worked my hips in a teasing circular motion. He put his hands on my hips and moved with me, guiding my movements along his cock.

"How's the view from behind?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.

"There's no bad view." He laughed, then moaned when I bounced up and down on him.

I moved faster and yelped each time I drove him up into me. Leaning over I grabbed his ankles and began driving my hips as hard as I had before. I turned my head and watched as my hips worked up and down sliding his cock in and out of me and slamming down on him as hard as I could manage.

Sunny put his hands on my ass and squeezed it while pushing and pulling, helping me ride him. I threw my head back, flipping my long hair up and across my back and admired the sight of fucking Sunny reverse cowgirl, a position I hadn't tried in years.

Sunny moved his hand across my ass and I cried out in surprise when he shoved his finger in my ass.

"Yes!" I yelped, "Leave it right there!"

Sunny did as I asked and I moaned as I worked my hips now sliding his finger in and out of my tight ass. I was overwhelmed by an image of being on my knees and letting Sunny fuck me in the ass. I hadn't let anyone do that since I'd been in my wild twenties and didn't think I would let him tonight, but maybe...

I blinked that thought away and focused on the act at hand which was pretty fucking enjoyable. I continued to work my hips plunging his thick cock deep inside my grateful pussy.

"Not going to come quick now are you, baby?" I asked.

"Hell no." He breathed and placing his hand on the small of my back, pushed down, stopping me from moving,

He then thrust his hips into me and I groaned as he took over fucking me. I let my cheek rest on his leg and squealed as he fucked me with long hard strokes. Sunny was moaning and whimpering as he could only fuck me so hard in this position and on that note, I pulled away from his cock and rolled over onto my back.

Lifting my legs, I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them back so my feet were over my head.

"Get on your knees and fuck me, Sunny; I need you to really fuck me."

Sunny sat up, knelt between my legs and placing his hands on the backs of my thighs drove his beautiful cock balls deep into my pussy.

"Oh my fucking God!" I cried just as I'd told him to Sunny fucked me fast and hard.

He was using long hard strokes that had me yelping each time he buried himself in me.

"Yes, fuck me!" I gasped, "Fuck me as hard as you want to! Take me Sunny, take your teacher's pussy! Claim it! Make it yours!"

Sunny moaned and leaning forward pushed my legs back even further. My ass lifted from the bed and I was just about bent in two with his cock slamming straight down into me. I howled in pleasure as he hammered away at me and let my legs grab my tits and tugged on my nipples.

I watched Sunny's long cock repeatedly piston in and out of my sopping pussy and tried to move my hips, but could do nothing in this position but lay here and take it. That certainly wasn't a bad thing as he was fucking me goddamn silly at this point.

I looked up at Sunny and moaned at the sight of him. He was sweating profusely, his hair hanging over his eyes and those gorgeous blue eyes were wide, bright and glazed with lust. His entire body was glistening with sweat and it made the bulging muscles of his chest and arms look even better.

I needed to cum again and reaching between my legs found my swollen clit and rubbed it. I moaned at the contact, then yelped in surprise when Sunny grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. My surprise was replaced by delight when he placed his thumb on my clit and whispered,

"That's my job, Katrina."

"Y...you're doing a hell of a job." I breathed as he rubbed my clit in hard fast circles while still pounding my pussy.

"Get what you give." He grinned down at me.

"Honey....you are giving it to me pretty fucking good right now." I moaned, "And I'm getting it, oh fuck I'm getting it!"

Sunny's thumb pressed harder on my clit and I tugged hard on my nipples as my body trembled in anticipation of coming on that huge cock. Sunny stopped rubbing my clit and catching it between his strong fingers twisted it back and the same way I was playing with my nipples.

"Oh...oh fuck!" I moaned, "That...oh just like that!"

I arched my back trying to take him deeper and desperately tried to work my hips into him as I was right on the edge.

"Harder, squeeze my clit harder! Please I..."

My words turned into what could only be described as a scream when Sunny pinched my clit and sent me over the edge. I came like an animal, head back, mouth wide open and screaming like a banshee. My pussy contracted and Sunny groaned in pleasure as my pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock.

Sunny continued his assault on my quivering slit as his fingers twisted my clit back and forth. I was beyond words at this point and lay there squealing and moaning as I came harder than I had in years, even harder than a little a while ago, I couldn't remember last time I'd gone off like this.

My body writhed and squirmed and Sunny had an ear to ear smile on his face as he watched his teacher turn into a trembling hot wet mess beneath him. I released one more long loud squeal then went limp, my arms falling to my sides and my legs resting against him.

"Oh...my...God." I moaned. "Sunny, you....holy shit the room is spinning."

 

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Sunny withdrew his cock from me and grabbing me by my hips wrenched his powerful shoulders to the side and flipped me over onto my stomach. The second I was on my stomach, Sunny grabbed my hips again and roughly pulled me up so I was on my knees.

"Fuck yeah!" I groaned, my pussy gushing at his sudden forcefulness, "That's it, take..."

Sunny drove into me from behind so hard the sentence finished with another animal-like howl as he squeezed my hips and tore into me like he was trying to break me. I was so overwhelmed from my orgasm I couldn't even push myself up on my hands and lay there with my cheek pressed to the sweat dampened sheet and let him have me.

In the mirror Sunny looked incredible, his lean hard body dripping with sweat and his large hands gripping me as that incredible cock hammered away at me pussy. I was so wet I could hear him entering me and saw his thighs dripping with my juices.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I exclaimed each time he hammered into me.

I couldn't even move my hips into him. I was completely drained and all his right now. Sunny slid his hand around my thigh and I gasped when he found my clit and rubbed it as he pounded me doggy style.

"I...oh....its okay." I moaned, "Just fuck me, just...ohhh."

He pressed his thumb harder into me and moved it in fast hard circles as he had before. I didn't think I could come again, but damn it felt so good and that cock! Youth and enthusiasm I thought as he was fucking me like a damn machine while trying to coax another orgasm out of me.

Sunny was moaning with each thrust and his hand was trembling on my hips.

"Go ahead," I moaned, "Come for me, baby, don't worry about me I already....Oh fuck!"

Sunny plunged his finger hard into my ass again and pinched my clit hard. My body caught me off guard by exploding into a sudden orgasm and lifting my head I screamed long and loud as I came for the second time in minutes and once again around that wonderful cock.

I was moaning continuously and my hips were moving of their own accord, driving back into his relentless cock. But even his cock had limits and he was now whimpering behind me as my pussy contracted around him.

"Give it to me!" I cried, "Come for me, let me have it, baby!"

Sunny cried out and I released a long deep moan as his cock jumped inside me and a long stream of come squirted deep inside me.

"Oh, that's nice." I cooed as he continued to thrust into me, each pump ending in another spurt of his hot cum.

I whimpered in pleasure as Sunny kept fucking me and painting the walls of his teacher's pussy with another huge load. He buried himself inside me and moaned as he gave me that last of it. I contracted my pussy around him and he gave an adorable little whimper as I managed to milk a few more drops from him.

I felt him softening inside me and squeezed him once more with my pussy before he eased his cock from inside me. I had thought as soon as we finished I'd already been wondering how long before he could go another round, but I'd never dreamed I would come three times the first time around.

I was feeling beyond satisfied right now, in fact as I stretched my legs out and remained lying there on my stomach what I felt was hung over as if I were sex drunk which most likely I was. I'd have to go back years to find the last time I'd gotten fucked this good.

"I can't believe we did it." Sunny said from behind me.

"Oh, I can." I replied, "I have a very wet, very satisfied pussy to prove it."

"You really enjoyed it?"

"Sunny, what did I tell you about asking?" I asked with my eyes closed and no desire to move at all. "I came three damn times."

"Right, sorry, I just really wanted you to like it."

"I did." I giggled "Three times."

"So...uh...what do we..."

"Just lie down and relax, Sunny." I patted the bed next to me. "You've just had your first time, enjoy the moment."

Sunny stretched out on his back next to me and gave me a tired smile, "Katrina, you felt so good."

"So did you." I gave him a tired smile, "And don't worry, we'll do it again before you leave, I promised you the night if you earned it and damn did you ever."

Sunny laughed then turned serious, "Katrina, can I talk to you?"

"Honey, when you make a woman come three times you can do anything you want."

"Seriously."

Uh-oh, I thought as I forced myself to roll onto my side. Propping myself up on my elbow I asked,

"What's the matter, Sunny? You should be beside yourself right now." I laughed, "The only thing you should be thinking about is more."

"Oh, I am." He smiled and I returned it as it was his usual shy aw sucks smile. "Kind of what I want to talk about, but um, first...I don't think you're going to be my tutor anymore, are you?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea Sunny." I told him, "After this you're never going to see me and think about anything, but..." I cupped my right breast, "This."

"I guess you're right."

"I know other teachers who give private lessons; we'll find you a good tutor."

"I know dad will find someone, he can buy anything." Sunny said, and then staring into my eyes said. "Even this"

"What do you mean?" I asked even as my stomach twisted into a knot.

"Katrina last week when dad came home and saw us by the pool then told me to leave I snuck around to the other side of the house to listen because I thought he was going to fire you."

He shrugged, "I heard everything. He **censored** you to have sex with me because he was upset his son wasn't a stud." He grunted, "Just like he said grandpa was with him."

"Sunny, look, um..." I wasn't sure what to say, so asked the obvious, "If you knew, why did you go through with it?"

"Why? Because it was still being with you." He sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it over his lap,

"I was so pissed at first, felt so pathetic, but when I came out and you were still in your Robe I knew you were starting right there and I...I couldn't resist. I wanted to, I felt bad knowing why you were doing it, but you're so... Katrina you're so beautiful."

"Thank you." I sat up as well, but made no move to cover up. "Honey, you're not pathetic, just shy and...if anyone is pathetic it's me. I took money to have sex with you." I frowned, "I'm a whore."

"No!" He snapped, surprising me, "You had reasons and...and well you really seemed to like it." He sighed, "Unless you're just a good actor."

"I was never acting, honey." I reached out and took his hand. "I enjoyed it, I really did which in a way makes it worse because money wasn't the only reason I should feel bad, you're a kid to me and a student and it was wrong."

"But you liked it?"

"Sunny if you heard that conversation you heard me admit I liked you looking and I did. It turned me on to have a good looking young man want me. You heard your father say that too, that I would be getting **censored** for what I wanted anyway. The money was an excuse for me to push myself to do what I shouldn't."

"Did you want me for real or not I guess is what I want to know." He said.

"I did." I squeezed his hand, "Honey, I so needed this. I was with an asshole for three years and it was so good to be with someone who desired me and wanted to make me happy." I paused,

"Tell you what Sunny; I am going to give your dad the money back. I haven't touched any of it. I'll give him his cash and rip up the checks."

"Don't be crazy." Sunny rolled his eyes, "He's got plenty and you could use it." He smiled, "But you offering makes me feel better."

"I'm sorry, Sunny." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry you knew and felt cheap, you're a sweet kid and I would never want to hurt you and for what it's worth? Honey you were so amazing!"

"Yeah?"

"I can honestly tell you I haven't been fucked like that in...too long to admit."

"Katrina, you...earlier when we were fooling around you said you were mine whenever I wanted you."

Oh, fucking great, he'd been paying attention.

"That was um, sort of pillow talk, Sunny. You know the heat of the moment I was excited it felt so good."

"But if it felt so good why not do it again, I mean past tonight?"

"Sunny you're..."

"Not your student anymore."

"You're..."

"Katrina, do you really think I'm attractive?"

"You're very good looking."

"And you said I'm sweet and you like that and you said you needed someone to be good to you, I was just good to you."

"Sunny." I saw where this was going and had to admit it was more flattering than it should be and the thought of this on a regular basis? But I'd already done enough immoral things here. "You're twenty. I'm 37 years old."

"Age is a number." He countered, "You're beautiful for your age Katrina, for any age. And," he gestured to my still naked body, "You're so fucking hot."

"Sunny we had fantastic sex, we really did, but you need to be with a girl your age."

"Why?" He asked a serious look on his face. "There's a lot of couples that have big age differences, why do I have to be with someone my age?"

"Because...Sunny what we had was great sex." I winked, trying to keep it light, "Really fucking great sex, but you need more than that. You need a girlfriend, a partner, someone you really care about."

"I care about you." He said softly, "Katrina I've been crushing on you for three years."

"Honey." To my surprise I felt myself blushing, "That is so sweet, but crush is a good word. I'm a woman you find attractive and now the only one you've slept with, you're a little blinded right now."

"No." He shook his head, "Katrina I'm going to tell you something." He took a deep breath. "You're the reason I wasn't with other girls."

"What?"

"As soon as I met you I thought of you, you're like the perfect woman. You're pretty, sexy, smart., and funny. We're not just a tutor and student, you joke with me and ask me about my life, you care about me."

"Not in that way, though." I explained, "Sunny...I mean you're...a kid to me."

"Not your kid." He pointed out, "And when girls my age were interested all I could think of was you."

"But I was a fantasy, they could have been real."

"You felt pretty real just now." He said, "I knew we couldn't before, I...was a kid, not even a legal adult. You know my dad isn't as bad as he seems, he said a first time should be with someone who means something."

He laughed, "But I guess when he saw I wasn't finding anyone he just assumed I had issues. He didn't know I was waiting for someone."

"Oh, come on." I laughed nervously. "You could not have seen this coming; if your father didn't offer how long would you have waited?"

Sunny grinned at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I guess it's not funny, but...Katrina you were saying you were sorry to me, but I owe you a sorry too."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"I let my dad catch me with those movies. I knew he would ask about them, make the connection to you and when he did I told him how much I thought about you and how hot you were." He grinned, "I knew the grandpa story, about how he **censored** someone to be with my dad, I heard it from my uncle when he took me fishing and he got drunk. I...I was hoping he would do what he did."

"You...you conniving little bastard!" I exclaimed, and then laughed, "And I thought you were so sweet."

"I am, I want to be." He put his hand over mine. "With you."

"Honey, we...we can't. It would be wrong."

"According to you all of this was, but you did it." He leaned closer, "I get it, I am a kid to you, but I could be more!"

"Sunny you can't think you could be my...boyfriend?"

He looked away, "I think we could try."

"Sunny that...that wouldn't be fair to you. Look for me, a hot sweet young guy at my beck and call? That's a lot of women's fantasy. But for you, I'm older and maybe now that would be okay, but you'd be thirty and I'd be on my way to 50’s."

 

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Sunny was silent and I continued, "I was the first woman you had interest in and you just said you wouldn't let yourself go with another girl because you liked me. How do you know you can't meet a girl your age to enjoy in every way?"

"I..." He sighed. "Maybe I could, but why should I?"

"Because I would just feel like I took advantage of you even more."

"Okay, I have an idea." He nodded, "All of this was supposed to be so I would be confident with girls my age, right? So like my dad says I wouldn't waste all the fun I could have in college?"

"Pretty much."

"Well first off, being with a hot cougar is pretty damn fun." He grinned, "But for the rest, well my next semester doesn't start for almost two months, right?"

"Right."

"So how about," He gave me the sweet smile, that right now I was thinking he knew I was a sucker for. "We spend the summer having fun and when school rolls around you see if you still want me to find someone else or maybe I'll decide I'm wrong and I should meet someone."

"Hmm." Say no, Katrina, say no, end this now.

"Think about it, if nothing else we have some serious fun, right? And just think how ready I'll be for the girls then." He laughed.

I looked at him and thought about what he'd said. I wanted someone to appreciate me, to be good to me, sweet to me, give a shit about me and...act like they knew I was in the bedroom with them. Sunny would fit all those things, but his age! I was old enough to be his mother!

Sex was one thing; that we could have on the sly, but how the hell could I date him? Could I take this twenty year old kid out to dinner with me? Go dancing? The looks I would get would be...oh, who was I kidding from some women I knew the look would be 'good for her', but that was only about sex.

Then again I could do what he just said, enjoy the sex for a few weeks and see if anything else came out of it. If feelings developed we could take it from there, if not then I was at least in for the best sex of my life.

But was I just using him at that point? He was adorable and every time I thought that my mind brought up his age as if it were a self defense mechanism. Maybe Sunny was right, who cares about numbers, if he could make me happy, why not?

"So while you think about it." He cut into my thoughts, "You did promise me tonight right?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Well, um while you were thinking," He placed his hand on my breast, "I was thinking too." He whipped the covers off to show his cock was once again at full attention. "How about you show me where the bathroom is and I get the shower ready." He gave me that irresistible smile, "I'll soap you up, wash your hair, we'll..."

His words trailed off as I leaned in and kissed him. He was caught off guard at first, but quickly recovered and I moaned as his lips caressed mine. I put my arms around him and kissed him deeply, my tongue sliding into his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around me and as we shared a long kiss I pushed his age out of my mind and just thought of how good he felt. His soft lips, his strong arms and the passion of his kiss. He wasn't a kid, but a man, albeit a young one and one that had made me pretty damn happy. I'd had more fun this week than I'd had in years.

I wasn't just the sex either, but the anticipation. Spending the days in between his private lessons thinking of him and looking forward to how much fun we would have, thinking of all the things I would do to him. I had felt like a young girl, giddy with excitement and crazy with desire.

Why turn that down over a number? Why worry about what others would think? I'd never had Sunny as a student and very few people even knew I had tutored him, why couldn't we try this?"

I dropped my hand down into his lap and squeezing his huge cock sealed the deal; why not have some fun? Maybe a kid was just what I needed; maybe it was time to stop worrying and being so fucking serious about everything.

Sunny moaned as I pumped his cock and pulling his lips from mine whispered, "How about that shower?"

"No." I shook my head and lay back on the bed, put my arms out to him, "How about you come down here instead?"

Sunny looked surprised, but after a quick glance at my body he rolled over between my legs. He had his hands next to my shoulders and putting my arm around his neck, I pulled him down into a kiss. I moved my hips, working my pussy along the head of his cock and he moaned into my mouth when I reached between us and guided him inside me.

Sunny entered me with one smooth confident thrust and as he began to fuck me, I whispered into his mouth, "Slow this time, slow and easy, like this."

I worked my hips slowly up and down, and with a soft moan Sunny matched my rhythm and letting my head fall back on the pillow I sighed contentedly as he moved within me. I wrapped my long legs around his waist drawing him deeper and putting both my arms around him, pulled him into my embrace.

My hard nipples pressed into his chest and he was breathing heavy in my ear as we moved slowly and sensually. I'd never been much for slow and easy and maybe it was because of how wild we'd already gone at it, but this felt damn good.

Sunny added to that by nuzzling his face into my neck and kissing me. I ran my hands along his back, caressing him with my fingers and admiring the muscles beneath his sweaty skin.

"Katrina, this feels so good, I..."

"Don't talk." I said softly, "Just enjoy." I turned my head and caught his lips and as we kissed I felt him relax down into me.

Sunny let his arms go and sliding them beneath me hugged me tightly as we continued to...what was I doing? I knew damn well, but was hesitant to admit it. We were taking our time, yes, that's what we were doing.

I lost track of time as I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying not just his impressive cock, but the way his body felt close to mine. Sunny began moaning with each slow pump and I groaned as he lost control and began thrusting harder into me. I felt his body tense as he neared his and moved my hips faster into him urging him on.

"There you go, honey." I purred in his ear, "Let it go, let me have it."

Sunny gave me a few more delicious long hard strokes then groaned in my ear as he came inside me. Even after coming twice he still filled my pussy with several spurts of his hot come. I moaned and contracted my pussy around him, milking him as I had before for every drop he had.

Sunny moaned and as his body relaxed into mine I could feel his heart pounding against me.

"There you go, honey, stay right here, just relax."

He nuzzled his face into my neck and sighed when I teased my nails along his back and ran my fingers through his hair.

We remained there for several minutes holding each other in silence and I sighed contentedly as Sunny softened inside me. Damn he felt good. Echoing my thoughts Sunny whispered, "Katrina that felt so good, I'd never thought of having sex like that."

"That wasn't sex Sunny." I said in his ear as I continued to play with his hair. "That was called making love."

"I liked it. They never show that in the dirty movies."

"They show sex in dirty movies Sunny and any two people can have sex and it will be fun, but not everyone can make love." I paused then hoping I wouldn't live to regret them. I pushed the next words out before I could change my mind. "Only people who care about each other can make love."

Sunny pushed himself up over me and I groaned softly as he removed himself from inside me. Looking down at me he gave me that sweet smile.

"Does that mean you're going to give me a chance?"

I returned and smiled, "Let's put it this way, Sunny, you just passed your final exam with flying colors." I laughed, then pulled him back down into my embrace, "How's an internship sound?"

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#Mansion House

The bus was most of the way to school when Krishan noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Hansika's message. When the bus let the students off at high school, Krishan hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the school. His brother's place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Hansika to let her know he'd be there soon. Hansika texted Krishan back that she couldn't wait to see him, with a heart emoji.

Karun's house was on a quiet cul-de-sac, lined with small, boxy homes. Krishan huffed and puffed as he walked up the front drive. He rang the doorbell and waited only about five seconds before the door swung open. Hansika stood in a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her curves bulged under her clothes. Krishan tried to keep his eyes up on her pretty, eyes.

"Hello, Krishan. You skipping school?" Hansika stuck her head out and looked around the neighborhood. Satisfied that no one watched them, she waved Krishan inside and closed the door behind them.

"Um ... yeah." Krishan looked around the small house. He could see most of the first floor from his spot by the door. Karun's place seemed so tiny compared to what Krishan was used to at Mansion.

"That's so very unlike you, Krish." Hansika's face brightened in a shy smile. "Karun and I always used to skip to go ... well, you know ... hang out." She reached up with her left hand and twisted a strand of her blonde hair. Her wedding ring twinkled at Krishan. "When I called, I didn't think you'd come right over. Not that I'm not happy. I mean ... it's fine. I mean ... want some coffee?" Hansika frowned and shook her head. "No, you don't drink coffee. Of course. Um ..." She'd never in her life been nervous around Krishan before. Having her shy, eighteen-year-old brother-in-law over felt like hosting some celebrity.

"Maybe some water?" Krishan awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. He followed her into the kitchen, allowing his eyes to take in her wide, rolling butt under the stretched spandex. Krishan was used to feeling timid around Hansika. He'd had a crush on her forever, and she'd always gazed right past him. He realized that this was the first time he'd looked forward to visiting his brother's house. It was such a familiar place, but so different in that moment. "You look really great, Han."

"You think so?" She looked over her shoulder at him from the sink with one eyebrow arched hopefully. "Thanks." She filled a glass up at the faucet and turned toward Krishan.

"Before you say anything, I guess I have to tell you that I can't ... um ... do any more stuff with you. Like we did in the library." Krishan took the glass from her and took a step back. He held it but didn't drink.

"Really?" Hansika's face fell. She looked like a kid that'd just seen her ice cream cone drop to the floor. She dropped her eyes to the tile near her bare feet. "Did you get back together with your girlfriend?"

"What?" Krishan cocked his head in confusion.

"You know. The last time we ... did stuff. I was helping you get over your breakup." A sad smile passed over her face. "I've been through a few breakups myself. I know that you often get right back together. You know Karun and I broke up for a while when we were dating."

"Yeah." Krishan nodded. "I got back together with my girlfriend." It felt odd referring to his mom as his girlfriend, even if it was obliquely. But the more he rolled the idea over in his mind, the more he liked it.

"Well good." Hansika tried to be mature about this as she ignored the longing between her legs. "I mean ... that's good ... I'm happy for you. And I love Karun. What we did was ... wrong." She looked back up into Krishan's young, handsome face.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure says not to do that for a bunch of different reasons." Krishan didn't want to tell her they'd been spotted by his mom. He didn't want to explain that his mom was going to have more sex with him as long as he didn't screw it up again.

"Okay. Well then ... I guess we know where we stand." Hansika nodded slowly and stepped toward Krishan to show him out, frown lines furrowing her face. "You better get back to school." She reached out and patted his blond hair, the most platonic gesture she could think of.

Krishan thought about Nayanthara and how she'd faced down Vinay for him. He hadn't seen her since. He didn't even know if she was okay. He remembered the fear in Nayanthara's eyes as he'd run away. The apparition hadn't risked herself so Krishan could lead a boring goody-two-shoes life. Krishan was doing what his mom wanted but letting Nayanthara down. You couldn't please everyone all the time.

"Come on, you better get on your -" Hansika's eyes bulged as Krishan pressed his lips to hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned. She felt his hands press into the small of her back and pull her up against him. Her large curves pressed against the slender teenager. She felt a bit oafish with their mismatched sizes, but that thought quickly floated away. Her arms moved around his shoulders.

They made out in the kitchen for a while.

Krishan broke the kiss and unbuttoned his pants. "I'm sorry, but I've always loved you." He dropped his pants and lowered his micro-boxers. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it. Karun's such an idiot, I can't believe he married someone as perfect as you."

"Oh, God, Krish." Hansika's eyes stared at the long, thick cock that cantilevered out from Krishan's narrow frame. "I ... can't help it either." She pulled him into another embrace and bent her neck down to plant small lingering kisses. His dick burrowed itself between her thighs. She could feel the heat of it through her yoga pants. She nibbled on his ear and thrilled when a little moan escaped his lips. "Just do me a favor and don't say mean things about Karun anymore." She swirled her tongue in his ear and listened to him whimper. "We probably shouldn't mention him at all. Not while we're ... alone together."

"Okay." Krishan nodded and his hands took a tight grip on her ass. His hips started moving, rubbing his dick between her legs.

"And ..." She looked down on him and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. "This isn't love. You have a crush. And I ..." She kissed him quickly on the lips. "When this is all over, I'm going back to your brother. I'll always be with your brother. Understand?"

"I guess." Krishan tried not to let his disappointment show.

"Don't be sad." Hansika sunk down to her knees. "Let's turn that frown upside down." She opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cockhead. This boy had such unbridled power between his legs. It was a thrill to please it. To please him. She bounced her head back and forth and reached for his balls. They were full and ready. She couldn't believe she'd taken all that cum inside her the first time they had sex. Krishan had left so much in her that she'd leaked well into the morning. Was she really ready to let him dump another load in her pussy? Goodness, she'd probably be leaking when Karun got home from work.

"That feels ... really good ." Krishan watched his brother's beautiful wife bury more and more of his dick down her throat. She was a natural. Soon it was almost all the way in. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him. She might say it wasn't love. But if it wasn't, there was something very near to love in her eyes as she looked up at him and slurped on his dick.

It took ten minutes of impossibly long strokes with her mouth before Krishan's balls began rhythmically pulsing under Hansika's fingers. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh." She wanted to cheer him on. To tell him to let it all out. But her speech was somewhat compromised.

"I want to ..." Krishan took a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her off his dick. He looked down on her pouty lips as she gasped for air. "... cover you."

"Really?" Hansika let Karun cum on her sometimes. But she suspected this would be very different. She continued to caress his churning balls while Krishan stroked his cock inches from her face. "Do it," she whispered and closed her eyes.

"Oh ... .. aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Krishan exploded and watched as shot after shot of cum landed on Hansika's perfect face.

"Ewwww ... Krish ... there's so much." The hot liquid splashed over her. When she opened her mouth to talk, she could taste the salty stuff. It had a dark, pungent flavor. So different from any other man she'd been with. She stuck out her tongue and tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth. She surprised herself by swallowing it. When he finished, she released his balls and wiped the cum from her eyes.

"You look ... amazing,." Krishan looked down at her as she squinted her eyes open. He'd wanted to cover her and he certainly had.

"I'm sure I look disgusting." She wiped her hands on her yoga pants and stood up. "I thought we were going to have sex again, but this is probably better." She turned and walked to the sink. "I better get cleaned up."

"You're so beautiful." Krishan took in her hourglass figure from behind. He kicked away his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her.

"What are you -?" Hansika grasped the counter as Krishan pulled down her pants and panties to her thighs. "I know teenagers can go and go, but -" She bit her lip as the bulbous head pushed up against her slit. She expected him to struggle finding her hole, but he knew what he was doing. He had a girlfriend, Hansika reminded herself. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh." She marveled that she could accommodate his size and worried that Karun might notice if his brother wrecked her pussy. She braced herself against the counter and absorbed his thrusts from behind.

"Your ... butt ... is ... perfect." Krishan punctuated each word with a thrust deep inside her. He watched her backside wobble and shake. He tightened his grip on her hips and slammed harder.

"Thank ... you ... Krish." Hansika blinked her eyes as cum dripped down past her eyebrows. She could see out the window above the sink. One of the neighborhood wives walked her dog down the street. Hansika prayed the dog-walker wouldn't look into the house and see Hansika, covered in cum, getting ravaged by a teenager. The dog-walker moved on down the street without noticing. "We can't do this ... uh ... uh ... here."

 

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"Where?" Krishan didn't stop his wild pace. The sound of slapping skin on skin filled his ears.

"Anywhere ... but ... oooohhhhhh ... no windows." The thought of getting caught by the neighbors sent surges of panic and added adrenaline. The world had suddenly gone very crazy.

"Okay." Krishan pulled out and led her by the hand to the hallway. He found her quite pliable and put her on her hands and knees. She still had her tank top on and her yoga pants a third of the way down her legs. "I never want to stop." He dropped to his knees and slid back into her pussy. His hips quickly accelerated back to full speed.

"Me ... either," Hansika squealed. Her first orgasm swept over her and she gritted her teeth. She looked down at the hardwood floor and watched Krishan's cum drip off her and splatter below. What a mess. And she wanted it messier still.

A little while later, Krishan grunted out his second orgasm, coating her insides.

Hansika shrieked when she felt the hot stuff fill her up. As her orgasm passed, Krishan pulled out of her and fell on his back just inside the carpeted living room. She crawled next to him, rolled onto her back, and looked over to see his cock finally deflating. Even soft, it was still so jarringly large resting on his trim belly. "Well, now that you're back with your girlfriend, we're both in trouble." She draped her arm over her eyes, she didn't want Krishan to look at her sweaty, cum-covered mess of a face.

"What do you mean?" Despite Hansika's words, Krishan couldn't stop smiling. Mating his sister-in-law was pure rapture.

"You cheated on your girlfriend, and I cheated on my husband. I won't tell if you don't tell." She smiled behind her arm at the ridiculousness of what they'd done. Hansika could feel the cum leak out of her used pussy onto the carpet, but she didn't care. She'd get a steam cleaner or something before Karun got home. That was still many hours away.

"I should probably get back to school." Krishan sat up and looked around the room for his clothes. His eyes rested on the leather recliner and he gawked at it. His brother sat in that very seat all the time, drinking his beer and watching TV. Just a few feet away.

"That sounds more like the Krish I know." Hansika sat up and grabbed her rumpled tank top. She wiped her face with it, but knew she was still a complete mess. Her large boobs pressed against her thighs as she watched Krishan stand and get dressed. "School is so important," she said in a lightly mocking voice. "I'm Krish the nerd and I'd rather do math than spend time with a woman."

"You sound like Karun." Krishan pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at her with a frown. He sat down on the edge of the recliner and pulled on his socks.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hansika pulled her knees further up to her chest, warding off the uncomfortable moment. "I was just teasing. I didn't mean to -"

"It's fine." Krishan dropped his eyes. "Don't worry about it. I gotta go." He walked to the front door, put on his shoes and left his brother's house. With any luck, he'd get to school in time for lunch.

"Bye, Krish," Hansika called to the slamming door. She stood and slowly moved toward the stairs. She was very sore. The young man had ridden her hard. "Way to kill the mood, Hansika," she said to herself. Krishan was always such a sensitive boy. She'd have to be more careful in the future.

~~

After the twins returned home from school, Anushka left Ganesh to the plumbing and went to help Krishan in his bathroom upstairs.

"Oh ... Mom ... it's coming out." Krishan gazed into her warm, brown eyes as she swallowed his cum. Anushka hadn't yet figured out how to take him deep in her throat like Hansika had, but the way her lips stretched around his dickhead was a total delight for Krishan.

"Mmmmpppppphhh." Anushka greedily gulped down Krishan's salty mess.

After Krishan finished, Anushka sent him to go do homework, cleaned his stuff off her chin, and rejoined her husband in the west main floor bathroom. Was this going to be an afterschool routine? Anushka suspected that it might be.

"How was their day?" Ganesh didn't look up at his lovely wife as he stared at the leaky shutoff valve under the sink. He figured his wife had left him to check in on the twins.

"Oh, you know how high school is." Anushka cleared her throat with a delicate cough. "Some days can be frustrating."

"You're talking about Krish?" Ganesh shook his head. He'd have to switch the main water shutoff again if he couldn't get this thing to stop dripping. "Hand me that wrench, please." He held his hand behind him.

Anushka handed Ganesh the wrench and leaned her wide hip against the wall. "Yes, I was talking about Krish."

Ganesh grimaced as he tightened the valve. "I worry about that boy sometimes. I used to think he needed sports or a girlfriend, but now that we've all seen what he's got down there ... Well, he can't exactly run up and down a soccer field with that thing bouncing back and forth."

Anushka pictured her little man running naked down a soccer field with his monstrous package swaying from side to side. She smiled at the thought. "No," Anushka agreed.

"And what girl would want to be with something that large?" Ganesh shook his head and released the pressure on the wrench. The leak stopped. He'd done it. "I worry about him with girls, Anu."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. I'm sure some girls would be interested." Anushka blushed. She could still taste her son's salty effluence on her tongue.

"Point made, Anu. I trust His plan." Ganesh turned to look up at his wife. She looked so radiant and beautiful. Truly full of life. He smiled. "You always seem to -" A whining hiss came from the valve and then a spray of water. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Ganesh stood, pushed past Anushka and raced down the hall toward the main shutoff in the basement.

Anushka sighed and went to get some towels. They were going through a lot of towels lately.

~~

That afternoon was when Krishan finally started to panic about Nayanthara. He searched the entire house and found nothing out of the ordinary. He listened for that telltale ticking clock, but it was gone. He'd hoped Nayanthara would return when he'd had sex with Hansika that morning, but she hadn't. Then, his mom blew him after school, and he thought Nayanthara would definitely show up to encourage or congratulate him. But nothing.

Could Nayanthara be hurt? Did she need his help? Starting in the basement, Krishan searched every inch of the house. Except, of course, for the locked room and the hidden stairway. He couldn't get into either of those places. He finished his search in the empty west tower room. Nothing.

"Nayan?" Krishan walked up to one of the slightly curved windows and watched the reds and purples of the setting sun over the prairie. "Nayanthara?" There was no reply.

~~

At dinner, Ganesh and Shriya talked politics while Anushka sipped her red wine and Krishan glumly pushed around broccoli on his plate. He felt a tap on his ankle and looked up. His mom had just kicked him lightly with her bare foot to get his attention.

"You okay, Krish?" Anushka raised an eyebrow. "Is everything ...?" She subtly nodded toward his crotch under the table. Ganesh and Shriya continued their conversation, oblivious to the other half of the family. "Is everything good with you? Physically, I mean?" She could feel her cheeks grow hot, but it was a mother's duty to look after the welfare of her son.

"No, I'm okay with that right now." Krishan quickly glanced at his bloviating father and then back to his mom with that shy smile on her face. "I'm just ..." He sighed. "Never mind. Can I be excused? I have a bunch of homework."

"Sure thing, pumpkin." Anushka frowned and watched Krishan take his plate into the kitchen.

"Bye, Mom." Krishan walked back through the kitchen and out to the hall. His dad and sister continued their conversation, ignoring him.

"Bye, sweetie." Anushka's eyes followed his skinny butt as it disappeared out the door. Teenagers were so moody. One moment, he's smiling down at her as she gulped his semen. The next, he's barely making eye contact and disappearing to his room. She shook her head. Things were complicated. She'd give him some space and then check in with him tomorrow. That set Anushka's mind in motion. Tomorrow the Samatars were coming over for their one-week follow-up. What did she need to do to prepare? Anushka started a mental list.

~~

On the bus ride to school the next day, Krishan listened to another voicemail Hansika had left him. It was clear from the timing, that she was waiting for Karun to go to work before risking the call.

"Hello, Krish. I'm ... sorry about how yesterday ended." Her voice was thin and reedy on the recording. "I didn't mean to ... the last thing I'd do ... well, I'm just really sorry. Okay? I haven't always been there for you. But ... I'd really like to see you. If you feel like cutting school again, I'm at home. Okay, bye."

Krishan sighed. He wasn't that angry at her for teasing him. But he wasn't feeling great about it either. The real feeling eating at him was his worry for Nayanthara. He felt sick with dread that something terrible had happened to her. He texted Hansika back. Busy with school today. I'll check in later. He added an emoji of a dog skateboarding for good measure.

"There is a darkening in this house. Do you feel it?" Maxamed eyed his wife as they set up their communication circle in the empty west tower. She wore her normal hijab and flowing dress, but something about her outfit irked Maxamed. Maybe it was the immodesty of her wrists. He could see an awful lot of brown skin just below the sleeves. He frowned and continued to pour his salt lines on the old hardwood.

"I feel it." Catherine nodded with solemnity at her husband. "We dealt the demons a blow last week. This week I think we will wipe them from this Earth."

"Yes, indeed." Maxamed finished his lines and sat cross legged in the circle, careful not to stretch his suit trousers. He tossed his black tie over his shoulder. He thought of the inhabitants of this house. The children away at school. The husband and wife blissfully minding their own business fixing the bathroom downstairs. And all the others that dwelled in this space. He looked at the flat black dreamstone they'd placed at the center of the circle and thought he could see a faint vision. It was a solar system of spirits. A fertile feminine planet, with so many moons. A large, frigid outer planet, quite masculine and on an erratic elliptical path. And other small celestial bodies, quickly gliding around a large dark, pulsing star. Maxamed often got his visions in this way, a translation of what is and was. He tried to use the demons from his vision to locate the demons in this house. "Sit with me, woman."

"Yes." Catherine moved inside the salt circle and sat cross-legged opposite the dreamstone from her husband. She watched the matte, black stone, ready for whatever vision Allah would bestow. The next thing she knew, her husband and the room were gone and she stood in the library doorway downstairs. Catherine had never had a vision this strong before. She sucked in her breath and blinked. Trying to bring herself back to the room with her husband, but she could not.

The walls were hung with strange portraits she'd not seen before. The lighting flickered and she looked at a sconce on the wall. She recognized the whale oil lamp from her books on history. A loud slapping sound startled Catherine and she slunk further into the shadows of the doorway. She peeked down the hall to see a large man shaking a woman by the shoulders.

"You're nothing but a bitch in heat." The man let go of her shoulders and backhanded her across her pretty, freckled face.

The woman fell to her knees. "It wasn't me, Vinay. It was the house." She looked up at him, wilting on the floor. Tears ran down her cheeks and caught the lamplight. "This house wants something from us."

"Where's the boy?" Vinay loomed over her, with dark, black eyes and a drooping black mustache.

"Please, he's only nineteen." The woman's hands went to her belly and Catherine noticed for the first time that under her long, flowing dress, she carried a pregnant belly.

Vinay reached down and slapped her again. She cried out and fell sideways, now lying prone on the floor.

"You're a smart woman, Mrs. Samatar." A voice just over Catherine 's shoulder nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Who's there?" Catherine turned to look back into the dark library. Standing just a few feet behind her in the shadows of the unlit room was the same woman that was lying out in the front hall. Except, this version of the woman was not pregnant. She looked deathly pale, and she had cuts and bruises wherever her long-dress left her skin exposed.

"I am Nayanthara ." Nayanthara gave the dark-skinned woman a little curtsy. "And as I said, you are smart. What do you witness out in my hall?"

 

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Catherine looked back out the doorway and saw the man grab a fist full of the other Nayanthara's collar and hoist her up in the air.

"The boy?" Vinay hissed.

"Never," the hallway Nayanthara said.

Catherine turned back to the library Nayanthara with wide eyes. "The birth of demons," she whispered.

"Poetic." Nayanthara's smile would have been pretty but for the oozing blood and missing teeth. "And not far off. Vinay is a monster of the first order. I tried to stop him, but I could not. I only delayed him. And now I am weakened, Mrs. Samatar. Most feeble." Nayanthara let out a raspy cough. It sounded like she had fluid in her lungs.

"I will not help you, demon." Catherine knew of demonic tricks. She looked back into the hall where Vinay choked hallway Nayanthara with both hands, her feet dangling above the floor. Hallway Nayanthara sputtered two words. "The ... baby ..."

"What do I care for another's vile babe?" Vinay lowered his right hand and unbuckled his belt. "You behave the trollop. I'll treat you as a trollop." He lowered his trousers.

"Sickening." Catherine turned away from the scene in the hall and stepped into the room, closer to the library Nayanthara. "You planted that hellish phallus in my home."

"Your husband brought it into your home." Nayanthara shook her head slowly. She reached her hands to her belly, but there was no pregnancy there to protect. "And I don't control such things."

"I will not help you." Catherine closed her eyes and willed herself back to her husband.

"I ask not for myself. I ask for the boy." Nayanthara sighed in exasperation. "I am stuck here and cannot help him."

"I will not help your demon child." Catherine 's words bit into Nayanthara.

"Not that boy." Nayanthara's voice began to fade. "Krishan. Go to him and see that he is safe. Do whatever you must to comfort him."

"What?" But it was too late. First a surge of heat flashed quickly through her slim body, then a wave of nausea swept over Catherine and she was back in the tower room with her husband. She pitched sideways and lost consciousness.

"Catherine ?" Maxamed rose quickly. His wife had fainted. A wind blew through the circular room and spread the salt all about the floor. Maxamed could feel a great evil receding. Whatever his wife had done, it had worked. "Catherine ?" He felt her pulse and it was strong, thank Allah. He lifted her up and carried her downstairs.

Behind him the matte stone shook and cracked. Pulsing red fissures spread along the black mineral in meandering paths. The glowing red embedded in the rock looked almost like living veins.

~~

"Where am I?" Catherine opened her eyes to find herself in a strange bedroom, lying on top of the covers on an unknown bed. She smiled when her eyes focused and found the concerned face of her husband. Ganesh and Anushka also looked on by the foot of the bed.

"You're in our guest bedroom." Anushka's half-smile was weak and worry etched itself in lines on her face.

"What ..." Catherine tried to sit up but her head fell back on the pillow, pushing her hijab down on her forehead. She reached up to adjust it with trembling hands. "... happened?"

"I am not sure." Maxamed watched his wife very closely. "You seem to have expended a great energy to rid this house of the demons that plagued it. I've never seen such a thing before. You even broke our dreamstone. I've tested the house thoroughly with every instrument we possess. This house is now clean." A faint, proud smile passed across his dark lips. "Can you walk? It is time to fetch the children from your mother's."

"I don't think so." Catherine tried to lift herself again, but she found that a deep fatigue had settled in her bones. "Perhaps you pick up the children and I'll rest here for a little while?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and looked for confirmation at her frowning husband. "We would be happy to have you stay. Wouldn't we Ganesh?"

Ganesh grumbled. He was ready to be done with this circus. But he nodded his assent.

"I'll bring you some soup and you can rest until you regain your strength." Anushka nodded again, happy to have something to offer these helpful people. "You can even stay the night, if it suits you."

"We could not impose." Maxamed eyed the woman and her hospitality with suspicion. "But if you would care to make a donation, that would be very much appreciated. We performed a difficult task here." He actually had no idea how his wife had done what she'd done, but it did indeed seem difficult.

"We're a little short on funds." Anushka shrugged and gave Maxamed an apologetic smile.

Maxamed nodded his accord. "We do have such needs."

A faint snore came from the bed. Maxamed, Ganesh, and Anushka all looked back at Catherine . She'd drifted off to sleep.

"I will fetch my children now." Maxamed looked around the guest bedroom, and then pressed his lips together. "I will call in two hours' time. If my wife still sleeps, I will take you up on your hospitality. There are no more demons in this house. She may rest at ease."

"Of course." Anushka nodded. "We'll take good care of her."

"Thank you." Maxamed turned for the door. He had to collect his equipment, drive over to his mother-in-law's house, take his children home, feed them, bathe them, and put them to bed. It was not father's work, but he could make do for one night. His wife deserved a good rest after what she'd accomplished.

~~

Krishan marched up Mansion's front walk. He passed weeds and decomposing pavers. His twin, Shriya, walked quickly ahead of him. She wanted to call her boyfriend or something. Behind him the sounds of the school bus driving away faded. Krishan suddenly felt queasy as the ground shifted under him. He blinked his eyes and was no longer in the same place. He stopped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps, looking around in the gloom.

A chill ran down Krishan's spine. How had it gotten dark so quickly? He looked around to see that his initial take was wrong. Actually, he was in the same place. He stood on the front walk, but it was nighttime. The mansion belched out orange, glowing lights from its windows. Around him, instead of weeds, he could see flowers bobbing in the breeze.

"Out of the way, boy." A harsh man's voice split the silence behind Krishan. "The Lady's had an accident." The man shoved Krishan to the side.

"Who?" Krishan tripped and fell into the flowers. Now seated on his butt, Krishan watched the procession of several men hurrying up the walk. Down on the driveway, a horse whinnied, and Krishan noticed a black carriage waiting.

"Come with me, Krishan." A soft woman's voice carried on the evening air.

Nayanthara appeared before him, but she looked different. She wasn't pregnant, and she was cut, bruised, and bleeding. Krishan's palms went clammy at the sight of her. She walked up to him in her bustled dress and offered a bloodied, white hand to help him up.

"Nayan? What happened to you?" Krishan took her hand and was surprised to feel warmth as she squeezed his fingers and pulled him up.

"Nothing I wouldn't do again. A mother's duty, above all else, is to protect her loved ones from harm." Nayanthara brushed Krishan off. "There now. Let us walk. You do not want to see what those men bring forth in a few minutes." She took his hand again and pulled him down a path that led around the house.

"Where are we?" Krishan looked up at the Victorian detailing on the house above him. So intricate and brightly painted. It looked nothing like the faded façade he was used to.

"We're in the past, dearie." She led him toward a small, neatly trimmed rose bush. "I am not well, and this is the only place I may appear to you now."

"What do you need me to do?" Krishan stopped with Nayanthara at the rose bush and watched her delicately touch a red rose with her bloodied left hand. She wore no wedding ring.

"These roses were always my favorites." She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "Magical, don't you think?"

"Nayan" Krishan gave a cursory sniff. They did smell good. "I need you back with me in the present. How can I help you?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" She turned and regarded him with bloodshot eyes. "There is a woman sleeping in your guest bedroom. When she wakes, introduce her to your bludgeon. There would be much power for the house in her sacrifice." Nayanthara shook her head, the orange glow from the house's windows shining in her green eyes. "Vinay once again has rendered me low, but I have risen before. Do this for me and I will rise again."

"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" Krishan was afraid she'd just asked him to seduce a strange woman in their house.

"Entice her down the prurient path." Nayanthara became almost transparent. She leaned in and took another long smell of her favorite flower. "Do this for me or this may be our parting." She then faded into nothingness.

" Nayanthara?" Krishan spun around looking for any sign of her and found himself back in broad daylight. The rose bush was again overgrown and the house, as he looked at it, a shadow of its former glory. He took a deep breath to calm himself and smelled the beguiling scent of the roses. He wondered who he'd find in the guest bedroom.

~~

"Krish, come here a second. We have to talk." Anushka caught Krishan as he came home from school.

"Sure, Mom." Krishan had butterflies in his stomach thinking about what Nayanthara had asked him to do.

Anushka led Krishan into the library and closed the door behind them. She then told him about all the events of the afternoon. It was hard to give him the news that Nayanthara would no longer visit him. "I know you liked Nayanthara, so I'm sorry I have to tell you all this. But it's really for the best. Nayan wasn't a good influence."

"Nah, Mom. She's not gone for good." Krishan nodded his head earnestly.

"You're not hearing me, pumpkin. Mr. Samatar did tests with all his instruments. The house is now free."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan didn't want to argue.

"So, you're fine with saying goodbye to Nayanthara?"

"Sure."

"Well, then. Do you need some help with your thing?" Anushka blushed a little and looked down at the bulge in her son's pants.

"Not right now, Mom. Thanks." Krishan opened the door and looked back at Anushka. "I've got a lot of homework, maybe later. Bye."

 

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"Really? I thought ..." But Anushka was talking to an empty doorway as Krishan fled. She shook her head. Teenagers were such mercurial beasts. Just yesterday, she'd thought Krishan would be constantly pestering her for sex. Now he seemed disinterested. Maybe he'd found another girl. Or maybe freeing the house of its spirits had returned the him to normal. Anushka reached up and hefted her large breasts. That didn't seem right. She dropped her breasts and headed out of the library. She'd need to check in on Catherine soon.

~~

It was well past midnight when Krishan exited his bedroom. He'd waited for everyone to go to bed, and then given it a little extra time. Catherine was still asleep in the guest bedroom. She'd only waken once that afternoon, to sip at some soup Anushka brought her.

The house slept along with its inhabitants. Silence filled the second-floor hall. Krishan crept past the unfurnished open living room on his left and the grand stairs to his right. He snuck past his parents' room and opened the door to the guest bedroom where Hansika and Karun had slept just a few nights ago. The thought of Hansika tugged at Krishan. He'd see her again soon, he assured himself. He slipped into the bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He flipped on the light.

There on the bed was Catherine Samatar. She slept curled on her side on top of the covers, still wearing her hijab and full-cover dress. Krishan stepped up to the bed. How was this going to work? He stood there and prayed that Nayanthara would appear and help him, but of course she couldn't. He was doing this for her.

"Catherine" Krishan touched her shoulder and shook her gently. He really hoped she wouldn't scream when she woke up. "Wake up, please."

"Maxamed?" Catherine blinked her eyes and stretched. She felt much better after all that sleep. Almost like charging up a battery. It took her a second to remember where she was. When she saw Krishan, she recoiled and moved to the other side of the bed. "What do you want, Krishan?" Her face softened. A sudden feeling of protectiveness for this young man flooded through her.

"Oh, good. You remember my name." Krishan smiled. "I ... well ... this is awkward." He looked into her almond shaped eyes. She was a beautiful woman.

"Where is your mother and father?" Catherine realized her feet were bare and showing. She tucked them up under her dress.

"They're asleep. It's late." The butterflies in Krishan's stomach flapped harder as he tried to think how this might go. "So, you got rid of the ghosts, right?"

"Yes." Catherine nodded, remembering. "Yes, the demons are gone."

"But I still have a problem."

"What is it?" Catherine knew that she needed to take care of Krishan. That was the only clear thought in her mind.

"Well." Krishan unbuttoned his pants. "The ghosts changed me down there and it hasn't gone back to normal." Technically true. "Can you help?" He did need her help with it. He wasn't really lying.

"Do not -" Catherine gasped and lost all focus when the boy's massive thing flopped out. It was even more shocking when she realized that was his size while soft. Had the demons really done this to him? "Let me see it better."

The teenager shimmied closer to the bed, his enormous member hanging with two overripe balls dangling behind it.

"It is clearly unnatural." Catherine moved across the bed to get a closer look. Without thinking, her hands darted out and took hold of it. It was so warm and solid. She squeezed it softly and admired its pliancy. "I'm not sure what I can do for you."

A phrase popped into Krishan's mind. "You need to draw the poison out, Mrs. Samatar."

"Yes." Catherine watched her fingers move on the pale flesh. She stroked the penis slowly. "Draw the poison out." The thing swelled in her hands. She watched in amazement as it got bigger, and bigger. Until it was even larger than that godless, she'd used on herself. "It's incredible."

"Could you take off your head scarf?" Krishan was loathe to have her remove her hands from his dick, but he wanted to see what she had hidden under that scarf.

"I remove the hijab only for my husband." But even as she said those words, her right hand left the penis in front of her and pulled off her hijab. She shook out her wavy, black hair. She brought her hands back together on Krishan's thing and pumped harder. "Draw out the poison," she murmured.

"Wow. You're beautiful." Krishan stared down at her soft, feminine face as she worked him. He had no doubt that despite what the Samatars said, the house still had influence and power. And that Catherine was under its spell. "It's a little dry. Can you put it in your mouth?"

"That is a thing I would only do for Maxamed. I would never -" But she was surprised to discover that what cut off her words was her lips locking around the head of that giant penis. She bobbed her head on it. She wanted desperately to protect this boy and please him any way she could. "Mmmmmppppphhhhhhh." She groaned around the penis.

"Sssshhhhhh." Krishan wove his fingers gently into her wavy hair. "My mom and dad are sleeping across the hall."

That thought sent a surge of panic through Catherine 's little body, but she didn't stop. She kept pumping him with her hands and her mouth.

Many minutes later, it occurred to Catherine that this was the longest she'd ever spent pleasing a man. She hoped he would finish soon. But, at the same time, she thrilled to hear the soft grunts and moans her ministrations elicited.

"Mrs. Samatar ... I'm going to ... cum ..." Krishan tried to be as quiet as possible as he unloaded in the small, dark woman's mouth.

Hot, salty sperm filled Catherine 's mouth, bulging out her cheeks. And then she swallowed it down. And again and again. It was the tastiest, most fulfilling meal she'd ever had. In the past, she had thought Maxamed offered copious loads, but now that she'd experienced a flood, she realized her husband spurted only a trickle.

 

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"Enough ... enough ..." After cumming, Krishan was a bit sensitive and Catherine kept sucking and sucking. Gently pulling on her hair, he removed himself from her mouth. "Thank you, Mrs. Samatar."

"Call me ... Catherine ." Her small breasts rose and fell under her dress as she tried to catch her breath. "Is the poison out?" She never took her eyes off the monstrous beast as she sat back on the bed, her weight resting on her butt.

"I'm sorry, no." Krishan shook his head and gently pushed her onto her back. He could tell Nayanthara needed more. And, as he lifted Catherine 's dress to her waist and spread her legs, he needed more, too.

"Wait, wait, oooohhhhhhhhhhhh." Catherine felt him pull her panties to the side and press that massive head against her opening. It slipped right in. Why was she so wet for someone other than her husband? She found herself willingly hunching her hips up against the teenager and placing her hands on his skinny butt. She pressed him into her and stifled a moan. "Slow, slow, slooowwwwwwww. I've never had anything this big."

"Okay." Krishan let his dick slip inch by inch into her tight pussy. She was so much smaller than Anushka and Hansika. He realized he was taller than her and he might even outweigh her. She felt so different wiggling under him.

Soon, he bottomed out and then got into a good pace sawing in and out of her pussy with long, easy strokes. He looked down at her contorted face, with his cum on her chin, and quickened the pace a little. He had just enough experience now to know she was about to cum.

"Krishan ... Krishan ... oooohhhhhh. What is happening to meeeeeeeeee?" Catherine opened her legs further and her hips convulsed as he hit some deep spot inside her she hadn't known about until that very moment. Who knew pleasing a man could be so wonderful for the woman?

"Ssshhhhhh." Krishan put a hand over her mouth to quiet her as she moaned through her orgasm.

"I thought ... I was ... caring for you ... but you treat me ... like a queen." Catherine 's words were muffled by Krishan's fingers. She surrendered the last bit of resistance and let the humping teenager do with her as he willed.

"Sure ... just keep it down ... okay?" Krishan removed his hand from her mouth and put both hands under her and grabbed her tight ass for leverage.

"Ow, ow, ow." Catherine pushed at his shoulders. "Too deep."

"Sorry." Krishan stopped his hips. "How's this?" He started his motion up again, going very slow.

Catherine nodded up at him.

"And this?" He moved a little faster.

"It is good."

"And ... this?" Krishan now slammed into her with long, powerful strokes.

"I can ... uh ... uh ... take it." Catherine nodded up at her blue-eyed paramour. "You're making me ... have ... another one." She shuddered out another orgasm.

Catherine didn't know how much time passed, but it was three or four of her mind-shattering orgasms later when she felt Krishan begin to tremble on top of her.

"Gonna cum ... again." Sweat dripped down Krishan's face. His hips smashed into her hips over and over again. The mattress dipped under them with each thrust. The bed squeaked, making too much noise. But Krishan couldn't stop himself.

"Not -" But Catherine never got to say inside me. She felt the eruption in her vagina and it carried her off on her most intense orgasm yet. When she arrived back in the here and now, they lay motionless in bed, Krishan breathing heavily on top of her.

"You're amazing ... Catherine ." Krishan smiled down at her.

Catherine stared in wonder up into his blue eyes. "You are ... a force of nature." Much to her disbelief, Krishan's hips started moving again, his penis sliding inside her once more. "I did not ... banish all the demons ... did I?" Catherine looked up at him with wide eyes. She raised her feet high in the air to give him better access to her vagina.

"I hope not." Krishan's dick made unsettling sounds as Catherine 's pussy squelched with their cum.

"You can't release inside again." Catherine leaned her head back and tried not to moan. "I could get pregnant."

"Sure thing." Krishan humped away at the some one's wife.

Silently, from the other side of the room, Nayanthara watched the mating pair. Her white smile was full of motherly warmth. Her freckled face was whole and unbroken, but she wasn't quite back to her old self. Not yet. She rubbed her tummy out of habit and found the flatness there discomfiting. She did her best to hide the sounds of sex from the rest of the house, tucking this room away for the time being. She watched the wife fall to her handsome boy and silently cheered him on when he dumped a second load inside her some time later.

The world was back on its axis. And with any luck, Nayanthara would be back to full strength soon. She faded away as Krishan rolled off Catherine .

"I cannot believe that happened. Give me your shirt." Catherine 's vagina was still pulsing with pleasure.

"Okay." Krishan took off his shirt and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Catherine balled it up and placed it between her legs. His stuff was already leaking out of her. "You better return to your bedroom."

 

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"Yeah, good idea." He hopped off the bed and pulled on his pants. "When can I see you again?"

"You cannot." Catherine looked up at him from her position lying on the bed, holding the shirt between her legs. Her dress still bunched around her waist. Her black hair formed a halo around her head on the blanket. "I need to get cleaned. And then I will leave this house and never return."

"Really?" Krishan looked around the room. He saw no sign that Nayanthara had returned. Had this been a failure?

"However I may feel toward you, this house cannot tempt me away from my husband. From my life. I will walk home in the dark this night and never return. I will -" The bed shook as Krishan jumped back on the bed next to her. She looked at him in surprise.

"I'm sorry, you just look so pretty." He kissed her, gently nibbling on her bottom lip.

She tried to push him away, but soon she was eagerly sucking on his tongue. Not long after that, she was riding him with vacant eyes and slack jaw. It was almost dawn when they finally finished mating.

Krishan left her to return to his room, and Catherine did her best to clean up the mess. She was too tired to leave for home when she was done, so just as the sun came up, she set her head down on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

END OF Session 1

 

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Uncle, who was in Verandah called Sai Pallavi towards him. He said "I will only explain once, if you take care of me and boys then we will let you go. Faster you do it, quicker you can go. Also, if at any point we feel that you are not enjoying then we start again. I am Dawood; boys are Haroon, Rashid, Aslam, Hamid, Karim, Ismil, and Latif. You will enjoy every thing that we do or ask you to do. If I feel any resistance or if you say no to any demand we will shoot all of you."

Sai Pallavi started to turn and go towards the room. Dawood laughed and called "Is there any one here who has not seen all your charms in their naked glory or will not see it in next few hours?"

Sai Pallavi did not know what to say. She just stood there. Dawood said "I do not bother to go in, my nephews and I enjoy our meals and all activities here in open and as far as your husband is concerned he should also get to watch, after all he is also a male and would enjoy the site of us giving you pleasure" Sai Pallavi started to cry again "Please do not add to my humiliation. I will do what ever you say but please take me in the room".

Rashid laughed and said "Chachu she is begging to be taken. Shall I start removing her clothes forcibly and take her here." "No my dear, she will come to senses. The best way to enjoy a woman is when she does everything on her own. She will love each one of you by the time she is on her way home. And if she does not start in next five minutes shoot her daughter and her husband and then we will fuck her."

Sai Pallavi cried out "No don't do this I will do what you want and way you want it".

Dawood extended his hand and lifted her in Verandah. Seeing them side by side was a study in contrast. Tall darkish man and my very fair and lovely wife. Dawood held her closely and admired her. He kissed her cheeks and inhaled her fragrance as a lover would. I could see Sai Pallavi tense in his arms. She had not stooped sobbing. Dawood said some thing in her ears, she shook her head as if to say no but he repeated his command and this time his threat could be heard; he was asking her to disrobe and to keep all her clothes on me, I was to bear the shame of seeing her naked.

He continued to hold her; and was slowly rubbing her back and bums. He was slowly kissing her cheeks but not her lips. I could see one had gone inside the Kurta. No imagination was needed to realize that he was massaging her boobs. He let go of her and Sai Pallavi turned around and came near me. She was red with blushing and attention that she had received.

When she was about a foot away she said "I Love you and nothing is going to change that" I saw a steely resolve come in her eyes. She opened the buttons of her kurta and lifted it over her head. She placed folded kurta on my shoulder. Boys were hooting lustily and watcher her with great interest. Dawood on the other hand was enjoying the hooting of boys and smiling at my discomfort. She then removed her maxi and now she was standing in her bra and panty and her heels. Sai Pallavi is found of good undergarments naturally this pair was no exception. Her figure was displayed at its full glory. She had very flat stomach and nice boobs planted on top. As I had said earlier she is very careful about her figure. The child birth marks had vanished and her slim form could give competition to any model. Her black panty of silky material and black matching bra were possibly worn as preparation for the night. Boys did not miss that. There was a complete silence as if the lust had been upgraded with desire.

Even in my condition I was get a hard on. All boys except one who was sitting with revolver at my daughters head came near verandah to admire her charms. She next removed her sandals. She moved her hands back to unhook the bra. I saw a drop of tear come to her eyes. She took off the bra and placed it on my shoulders with other clothes as if I was a cloth hook. Next came out her panty which was also placed next to all her clothes. She was now standing in all her naked glory. Red faced with shame, her very trimmed pubs, waxed arms and legs, waxed underarms. I started to cry knowing that this body which only I had enjoyed till date was on display to eight pairs of hungry eyes. She stepped forward and hugged me saying that we had to live for our daughter and that all this would soon be over. She turned and walked back to Dawood.

Dawood was sitting on the takhat and waiting for her to come over. This time he did not get up. He beckoned her on his lap. She sat down with her head down. As he did earlier he slowly started to rub her back. With one hand he lifted her face towards him and kissed her lips softly. His then dropped his hand from her face to her boobs. He said some thing in her ears. She moved her arms around his neck like a lover. His hands were roaming over her body slowly but with all surety of an experienced lover. One hand was on her bums and other hand was massaging her boobs very lightly.

He gave some instructions. She moved her hand from his neck to lift his kurta. Now the man could be 45 but he had a body of 25 years old; all muscles and no fat. She had to get up to take out kurta completely. Her navel was now very close to his face. He kissed her navel, then her mount of Venus and then her trimmed pubs. All this while his hands were holding her bums. He brought his hand forward and licked her outer lips. Even from where I was tied I could see her shaking. Her mind was saying no to the whole thing but her body had started to accept it. He slowly blew on the clitoris and it jumped at the attention.

Sai Pallavi could feel the betrayal of her body and did not want me to see that. She bent down and whispered to Dawood "Let us go in the room, I will be able to enjoy and give you pleasure better." Dawood said loudly "No my dear I need to teach these boys the joy of giving multiple orgasms to a woman; and besides you have to think of your daughter and your husband."

The underlying threat was very clear. Dawood was enjoying his woman slowly only because he wanted to do so. The cruelty of his nature was very evident and could not be taken lightly. Sai Pallavi was standing holding shoulders of Dawood her legs were spread apart by push of his hand and her lower body was drawn towards his mouth. Since he had so positioned himself and Sai Pallavi, I could see side profile and every action of his hand, mouth, tongue were clear to me. His hands were very gently caressing her bums and his tongue was playing with her labia and clitoris. Boys were now standing below the verandah and watching with fascination. I could sense the change in Sai Pallavi's body. Slowly but steadily she was getting close to her orgasm. Her nipples were hard and pointing. Her eyes were closed and lips quivering and her breadth shallow. She suddenly opened her eyes as if to stop her body from losing control. She tried to move away from Dawood's mouth and tongue. He held her firmly by her bums. One hand came forward and started to stroke the inner thighs slowly he pushed his finger inside her moist passage of cunt and started to move it. Dawood must have given his attention for 10 minutes and I could feel that she is very close to her orgasm. Her hands were no longer seeking his shoulders for support but running through his hairs as if to bring his mouth closer. Her pelvic were rocking on his tongue and she was almost fucking his mouth. Sai Pallavi let out a cry and started to have orgasm. Dawood continued his ministrations till she could take it no more.

Boys were shouting vulgar comments now and Dawood was smiling as if he had won a major victory. One of them called out to me "Have you seen your wife enjoy so much?" I could not explain it to him that this was our normal routine and that two three times at night was still normal for us although frequency of these nights had gone down from every day to three four nights a week. Sai Pallavi was now again in his lap this time booth her legs were on takhat and her boobs were pressing against his chest and he was stroking her back.