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"Finally I finished coming. The cow herd's wife dismounted and stood up. Like a river my come flowed out of her cunt and down both her legs. She moved to wash herself when she noticed that I was still lying on the floor. "Get up," she said softly, "and wash yourself." "Here," she said, handing me the mug, "pour water on you." She started were I had interrupted her. She began pouring water on herself, rubbing soap on and then sponging vigorously."

"I poured water on me but then got other ideas. I took the sponge from her and began rubbing it on her back. Then I got bolder and turning her around began running the sponge on her breasts then on her cunt. I dropped the sponge and rubbing soap on my hands began working on her pubic area. I rubbed her pubic hair and then her cunt and finally pushed a soapy finger into her, enthusiastically running it in and out. She must have really been fuck deprived and horny as hell. Because she made no attempt to remove my finger, instead she moved in rhythm to impale herself on it. I added another finger and then one more. Now I had three fingers sawing in and out of her. I mean we had been fucking for some time and I had come twice in her hairy cunt already but here she was grunting away as my fingers fucked her. Her hand closed on my cock. It was erect and ready."

"She turned around and placed her hands on the wall of the shed and pushed out her buttocks at me. She took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt. She massaged it into her vagina. Once again I felt the velvety warm interior of a wet and ready cunt. It was mind blowing. Quickly I worked up to ramming speed. She braced herself against the wall and let me bang her. I held onto her hips and hammered away."

"I had come twice already and so my invading cock was in no hurry to spew. I reached around and found her breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard. I moved down to her cunt and found her hand there rhythmically strumming her clitoris. Now both of us worked on her clitoris as my cock slammed into her cunt. She moved her hand to feel and stimulate the underside of my cock as it moved in and out of her fuck canal. The combination of her fingers and her warm and clingy cunt finally took their toll and I erupted with energetic thrusts into her cunt."

"That turned out to be the first of numerous occasions we fucked. She was very cautious and chose the location and time of our meetings very carefully. She knew how to find me and picked really innovative ways of letting me know how and where to find her."

"The last time we fucked was in the middle of a sugar cane field. The cane had a month or so to go to harvest and so was tall. But always there are areas where the shoots never take root. She had found such an area and had directed me to the spot. So there we were completely enclosed by high wavy stalks of sugar cane in our own private world."

"She lay down on a carpet of dried up sugar cane leaves, reached down and removed her large underpants, then lifted her sari and petticoat up to reveal her bush, put her hands on her cunt and said, " Come on. Hurry up." I pulled my loose draw string trousers off and fell on her. She took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt and braced herself. I thrust in like a dog in heat all the way to the root. I banged her till she began her familiar wailing and the rag doll like movement of her head. I abruptly pulled out of her and stood up. She protested wordlessly. I told her to take her clothes off. I wanted to suck her boobs and possess her more thoroughly. She quietly and quickly got rid of her sari and blouse and numerous under clothes and then settled down again. In an instant I was on her and in her. My cock once again pounded her cunt, and I began assaulting her nipples with my mouth. She once again began her ritual wailing and side to movements of her head, indicating to me that she was being satisfactorily fucked."

"Just as I was really getting into it, a familiar voice erupted in my ear, "What is going on here?" I looked up and found my mother looming up above us. I was stunned and in a daze pulled my cock out, stood up and quickly pulled on my trousers."

"The cow herd's wife began screaming like a banshee. In an instant she had regressed to when I first came across her. But this time her wrath was directed at my mother. "What do you mean by asking what is going on here in that voice you piece of shit. How dare you use that tone with me. Who do you think you are, you handler of feces. This outcaste son of yours is trying to rape me with that huge monster of his. I am a chaste high caste woman and if I tell my husband about this your son will be hanged. As it is I will have to do penance and wash myself in mother Ganga a thousand times to be rid of the filth and evil from his touching me."

"And even as she raged she set about gathering her clothes and putting them on. She really had quite a lot of clothes and so this took some time. My mother stood with bowed head and hands held together in a servile pose. Oh, yes, that cow herd's wife knew who I was and who my mother was. I think the wily woman had thought of a way out of her predicament the moment she recognized my mother. The tirade continued and my mother with bowed head would respond in a soft voice every now and then with "yes mistress." Finally the cowherd's wife was fully dressed. She left grandly telling us to be grateful that she had not had me hanged."

"Of course I now know the reason my mother was in that deserted field at that strange hour. She was getting the crap fucked out of her in an open spot in an adjacent field. She was on her way home and the wailing had attracted her curiosity."

"What were you thinking," my mother asked me on our way home, "couldn't you find a girl in our caste? You could have been killed if some one other than me had found you." She then ordered me to tell her how it had transpired that I was fucking the cow herd's wife. Slowly, shyly I told her, everything."

 

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"A little later, slapping her head, she said, "How silly of me, I had not noticed how grown up you are now. I should have gotten you married some time ago." By then we had reached our one room hovel in the slum outside the village. My sister had been married a few years ago and lived with her husband in the next village. So only my mother and I lived here now. Inside she said, "But the cow herd's wife is right you do have a big thing. Finding the right girl will take time. Not every woman can accommodate a monster that size. Unhappiness in sex will lead to unhappiness in marriage."

"Come here," she said as she set herself down cross legged on the floor on her sleeping mat. I moved awkwardly towards her expecting I don't know what. A scolding perhaps or even a beating though it had been a few years since she had laid a hand on me. It came as a shock when she said, "Show me your thing." I just stood there paralyzed. She repeated it firmly and a little louder and then reached for my draw string and dropped my trousers on her own. There was a sharp intake of breath, "my, my, it is big."

"The next thing I knew - her hand was gently massaging my cock. And then suddenly her tongue was licking it. First the head and the pre cum from the head and then her tongue traveled all the way down to the base of my cock. It was a mind blowing experience. My first experience of a woman's tongue. The cowherd's wife had talented fingers from years of massaging cows' teats. But she had never taken me in her mouth. This was new and thrilling!"

"Not then and not ever did I feel what my mother was doing was a sin or some such thing. When you are outside the bounds of society and religion, common sense and an instinct for survival guide you. All the bull shit that is called morality is of no consequence. I was taken aback but only because she had been someone who till then had been a figure of authority; had scolded me, had even beaten me. Now suddenly here she was licking my cock. And lick it she did from stem to stern and back again. Then she popped the head into her mouth and gradually tried to work the rest in. Half way down the shaft she gagged and moved her mouth off my cock."

The queen had stopped sucking on his cock a long time ago. She was sitting upright engrossed in his story and every now and then would take hold of his cock absentmindedly and smoothly stroke it to keep it hard. So immersed was he now in his narrative that he had not noticed the change from mouth to hand.

"'It is big,' " my mother said as she looked up at me with a smile on her face. I do not think she was burdened by guilt either. For her, fucking was separate from being a mother. She again swallowed my manhood and this time gradually took the whole damn thing in, till her lips were up against my pubic hair. God only knows where the tip was, probably half way to her stomach. Not that I cared, all I could feel was the warmth and the stimulating tightness of her mouth and throat."

"She ran her tongue over the underside of my cock, massaging it before moving her mouth back and forth over the entire length of my organ. At some stage I grabbed hold of her head and began ramming my cock into her mouth. She held her mouth open passively, and let me hammer her mouth and throat. She reached behind me and parting my buttocks with her hands placed a finger on my anus and ran it around the rim. Just as I was reaching boiling point she pushed her finger in to the second knuckle and began ramming it in, in time to my thrusts. That was the tipping point for me and I came with a series of grunts. I held her head pressed to my pubis and could feel her gagging on my come. I had a lot of come as my encounter with the cowherd's wife had been interrupted. It flowed out of my mother's mouth and on to her chin. I kept ramming her mouth and she kept her finger up my shit chute making no move to push me away. After what seemed an eternity I finally finished coming. Only when my cock started shriveling did I move out of her mouth and only then did she unsheathe her ravaging finger from my bum."

"She fondled my cock with a bemused expression and my come on her face, "my little boy's pee pee is so big! Oo, my." She was actually cooing as she continued to play with my penis. Of course it began hardening. And she began licking it again. In no time at all it was back to its full glory. I wanted to fuck her badly now. I roughly pushed her but she resisted falling over and said, "Oo he wants to fuck his mother now with his little pee pee; bad boy. She had my cock in her hands again and began frigging it back and forth. I reached down and forcibly squeezed her breasts through her blouse. "Oo," she cooed, "now my little boy wants to manhandle me and show me who is boss."

No such thing, all I wanted was to get on top of her and fuck her. But she squeezed hard on my tool and the pain kept her in control and prevented me from keeling her over. She pulled downwards on my cock and brought me down to my knees. With her other hand she caught me by the hair on my head and forced my mouth on to hers. I could taste the remains of my come. It neither disgusted nor delighted me as she worked the stuff around my mouth with her tongue. Her slinky tongue movements were arousing however and I began reciprocating with my tongue in her mouth. But she was in control. The moment I really got into it, she pulled me off by my hair. Still holding me by my cock she cooed, "Oo, now my little boy wants to show me he is a lover, eh." My cock was now violently pulsating in her hand, I was close to coming.

Suddenly she pushed me off and lay down on her sleeping mat. She bent her knees and then pulled up her sari. And there it was in full splendor, my first sighting of her magnificent bushy cunt. She had a whimsical smile on her face as she parted the hair with her hands to show me the black lips of her opening. With the same mocking tone she said, "Come little boy show your mother how much of a lover you are, lick this." I fell on her like a demented person. My tongue ran wild all over her cunt. I found her clitoris and it was large enough for me to nibble on with my front teeth. It obviously liked my ministrations and grew even larger! Abandoning it I ran my tongue over her cunt lips and then thrust it inside her warm hole."

"She was wet and her passage slick, filled with the ejaculate of the guy who had just fucked her. Even if I had known what my tongue was encountering it would not have disgusted me. My desire for her was so great that I was oblivious to all else. My invading tongue smoothly found its way inside her vagina. I worked it all round and its tip found a spot that really got to her because she let out an involuntary cry and closed her legs around my head. The next moment however she caught my hair and pulled me off her. Reaching down, her hand found my now not so hard cock. No matter, a couple of squeezes and it was battle ready. Pulling me by my cock she placed it at her vaginal opening. "Come my little boy put your pee pee in your mother."

"And with one mighty thrust I was in her. She let out an involuntary grunt as I bottomed out but was soon in control. She caressed my hair, squeezed my buttocks, prattled on about her little boy and his pee pee as I thrust it into her like there was no tomorrow. A few thrusts and I could no longer hold back. I came like a flood, pouring my come into her. I nursed on her nipple through her blouse as she held my head tenderly and incredibly continued talking to me as if I was a baby even though this baby's come was now leaking out of her vagina and running down her legs! I lay on her, I do not know for how long with my cock still firmly embedded, while my mother kissed me all over my face like I was still a baby and continued cooing."

"My cock was still hard and my lust still unquenched. I began moving inside her. Slowly at first and then very quickly up to ramming speed again. I raised myself up on my hands so that I could ram the whole fucking thing into her and then move it out again till it almost came out only to sheath it again in her warm hole. I tore her blouse off and feasted on her nipples even as I mauled her breasts with my hands. I began ramming her again as I gazed down on her beautiful face."

"Gradually there was a change in her demeanor. The indulging, babying mother was replaced by a horny woman getting royally fucked. Now she was moaning with every thrust of my cock. Her cunt was really wet and contracting around my cock. Suddenly she grabbed my head and opening her mouth, stuck her tongue into my mouth and began sucking on my tongue. She began pushing upwards with all her strength to meet my thrusts and then with a prolonged moan she came. Her cunt flooded with warm fluid and it squeezed my cock rhythmically making it impossible for me to move inside her. I just held her, my mouth glued to hers, for a long long time, till she finally was done. My heart swelled with pride as I looked down on her beautiful and now satiated face -- I had made this sexually accomplished woman, my own mother, come!"

"My mother was a big woman. Not fat, but big boned and rounded in all the right places. She still had a waist despite two pregnancies. She displayed it by tying her sari low and having her blouses cut high. And she wore absolutely nothing below these garments. Very convenient! Lift the diaphanous sari up to her waist and there was her cunt ready to be violated or put your hand inside the blouse and squeeze those perfect breasts and nipples without hindrance."

"There was no doubt about her caste or lack of it -- she was black as black can be. Her skin was a lustrous black and it seemed to be always well oiled, never dry and peeling, not even in winter. The only things darker than her skin were her eyes and her hair. She used kohl to highlight those lovely eyes and kept her hair short so that she could tie it in a ponytail and not have it get in the way while she worked. It was those breasts and nipples that had me always horny and wanting to fuck her, as I imagine they did her other lovers. Her breasts were just large enough to fill my hands even though she was a big woman. Her nipples were just gorgeous. They were coal black, blacker even than the surrounding skin, I have never seen blacker nipples, and when aroused they were as big as a baby's penis. When she thrust them into your mouth one at a time and moved the nipple back and forth it was like getting fucked in the mouth by a tiny cock."

"My mother decided I needed a job to keep me occupied and out of mischief. In the next village a few landlords were looking for someone to clean out their house. My mother had fucked their night watchman and got him to put in a word for me and I got the job. Yes, my mother had fucked a lot of men!"

"The job kept me occupied for most of the day. In the afternoon I usually had some free time. Sometimes so did my mother. So I would walk home hoping to find her at home. Sometimes I did and sometimes I didn't. I masturbated when I did not, usually into one of her blouses. But when I did, I fucked her royally. This despite the fact that I had fucked her in the morning and would fuck her again in the night. I just could not get enough of her! She loved fucking me but I knew she fucked other men too. That was her nature. She loved getting rammed and she just loved sampling different cocks. I never felt jealous. I think people get jealous when they think they own someone. I did not think I owned her or anyone for that matter. I was just ecstatically happy that she let me fuck her."

"One evening I was returning from work, using a short cut, when suddenly from behind thick bushes out stepped this woman. She was busy arranging her clothes and so did not see me till I was almost on her. A frightened look crossed her face to be replaced by one of relief when she recognized me. But it took me a little while to recognize her -- it was my mother!"

"She was covered with dirt, her usually very neat appearance completely disheveled and blood was running down her cheek. It seems the village headman's eldest son had come across her in this deserted spot. He had propositioned her. That actually sounds very polite. What he had said was more like, "You outcaste bitch, take my cock up your filthy cunt. You people are good for nothing else but fucking."

"This happens all the time and outcaste women have no recourse but to get raped because who will take their word against that of a high caste person. So my mother looked around and not seeing a soul in sight just laid herself down with naked parted legs and waited. He fell on her and began ramming her mercilessly. Then it seems for some reason his cock went limp. This angered him and he began beating my mother. He forced her to suck his cock back to rigidity. Then he threw her, face down, on the ground. He held her by her hair and began grinding her face into the dirt. He then exposed her buttocks and with no lubrication whatsoever forced his cock up her ass hole. He lay on top of her screaming obscenities, hammering her ass and pounding her head into the ground. Then he went limp again. He screamed and shouted at my mother and pulled her onto her knees and forced his shit covered limp dick into her mouth. But no matter how hard she tried he stayed limp. He slapped her, threw her down and kicked her. He spat on her and then urinated on her and then abruptly left. She was terrified and lay trembling there for a very long time till she was absolutely sure he was gone."

"When we got home, my mother spent a long time cleaning herself and her clothes. The cuts and bruises on her face had stopped bleeding but it would be a while before they healed. She asked me to inspect her backside. Holding on to a wall she bent over and parted her buttocks. She said her bottom hurt a lot and she wanted me to inspect her ass hole as she was sure it was torn up or something. I asked her if this was the first time she had been buggered. She told me to stop being silly and just examine the damned thing. I really could not see any bleeding or any other sign of a serious injury. But the sight of my mother's asshole made me very horny. My mother sensed this and quickly turned around and told me to go masturbate or something, because there was no way she was going to let anyone fuck her for a while."

"Till then I had never buggered a woman. The cowherd's wife never let my cock come even close to her anus. She let me finger her bum hole while I fucked her but once when I tried to stick my cock up her rectum, she howled and shrieked and slapped my penis away and curled up in a corner gasping and shaking with fear. It seems the cowherd had consumed a lot of bhang (cannabis) one Holi (spring festival of colors) and had buggered her through the night. Taking her; despite her protests; several times in the ass. She was in pain for days afterwards. Shitting was so painful that she had not gone for days. "And you are so much bigger. I will die but will not let you into my rectum," She said in her usual dramatic fashion. And that was that."

"The sight of my mother's bum hole had once again sparked my desire to bugger someone. Since the only woman I was fucking was her it was only natural that I wanted her ass. But my mother was so traumatized she would not even let me come close to her, let alone bugger her. I waited patiently for her to heal -- her injuries were more mental than physical. Then in the fullness of time her natural horniness returned and she was ready to fuck once again."

"We returned to our old pattern of fucking. But at the back of my mind was my desire to fuck her ass. I just did not know how to proposition her. I am not sure you can understand; I am not sure anyone can understand; I am not sure at my age now I can understand. But at that time it was simple. You see she was still my mother, a figure of authority, just like you are my queen. I could fuck her as I pleased, like I fuck you, but I just never lost the respect and fear I had of her, like I will never lose my respect or fear of you."

The queen looked at his big honest face and felt the sincerity in his voice and knew that what he was saying was what he truly believed. And she believed it too. That she could control this gorgeous giant and have him revert to his goddess worshiping mode whenever she wished.

"One day I was fucking her cunt from behind. She was up on her knees, firmly holding up against my ramming. I parted her buttocks and there was her ass hole winking at me. My lust at that moment just about beat my fear and I bleated out in an unnatural screech my desire to fuck her ass. My mother stopped pushing back at me and just slumped on to her stomach. My rigid prick fell out of her cunt. I was filled with terror. I thought that was the end of my fucking my mother. She was going to yell at me and banish me from the warmth of her cunt forever."

"My mother turned on to her back and looked at me. I cringed; but there was no venom in her gaze. She said playfully and in the same tone as when we had first fucked, "My boy wants to put his pee pee up my shit hole? Oh, now he wants to take me in every hole, does he? And show me how masterful he is?" She took my still erect cock in her mouth and began licking it fondly. Then she got up and got some cooking oil and began rubbing it on my cock."

"She turned around and got on her knees. Looking back, she handed me the jar of cooking oil, and said, "Put some on my ass hole." Boy that was so erotic, such a turn on. I have never forgotten the rubbery, buttery feel of her anal ring and the tightness with which it clamped down on my oil smeared fingers as I worked the oil into her shit hole. Then I mounted her. I put my oiled cock on her anus and pushed till suddenly the ring expanded and gave me entry. What a glorious feeling as my cock entered that forbidden hole. It was like a warm velvet glove had encircled my penis. Such was the force of my entry I had half my cock in her at my first thrust. She groaned and waited patiently. I slowly worked the rest of into her ass. The heat of her shit hole was incredible and the tightness of that tunnel was unbelievable. My god, she had my whole cock buried in her ass and she was not groaning in pain, but in lust. She said, "Do it you piece of shit, make me come, you mother fucker. Bugger me, ram me."

"I watched with fascination as my whole cock came out of her anus and then I rammed it back in, quickly getting into a rhythm of hammering it in and withdrawing till only the tip remained in and then ramming it back in. I was sweating onto her back now which was already covered with her own perspiration. I reached around and squeezed her boobs and ran my oily fingers over her nipples. I reached down and found her hand working her cunt. My hand joined hers as we both strummed her clitoris and rhythmically fucked her cunt even as my cock rammed her ass. My other hand sensuously massaged her breast and nipple. It went from one to the other breast and nipple with feverish abandon. The combined effect of all this stimulation was to send my mother over the edge. She screamed out an expletive and hammered her back side at me as she came in copious amounts on my hand in her cunt."

"I was so proud of myself! I had fucked my mother in the ass for the first time and had made her come!"

"Now I took hold of her hips and began really pounding her ass. I went back to pulling out my cock till only the tip lay in her ass and then ramming the whole thing in till my abdomen met her buttocks. The only sound now was the rhythmic slapping of my abdomen on her backside. And the intensity and frequency of this increased as I got nearer to my release. She hastened it by chanting, "Come on baby boy, come on you mother fucker, come on bugger me," over and over again. I do not think I have ever experienced the intensity of feeling that I did when I finally discharged my semen into her rectum. Over and over again my penis ejected into her ass. There was so much that it leaked past my cock and onto her thighs and down to her bush and onto the bed. She slumped down onto the bed and I just lay on top of her in our combined sweat."

"I had come but was still hard. I wanted more. I began moving back and forth in her. She was taken by surprise but not for long and was soon into the rhythm of the buggering she was getting."

"She got up on her hands and knees once again. I twisted her face around and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I licked her ear lobes and spat on her cheeks. She licked up my spit with her tongue. I pulled out and before she had time to register what was happening I had placed her on her back, spread out her legs and entered her asshole once again."

"Now I could see her face as my cock ravaged her ass hole. She was beautiful with her face twisted with lust. Her mouth was open as she moaned in lust and entreated me to do it harder and faster. I pulled out all the way and watched as her eyes opened to assess what was happening. She looked down quizzically at my oily cock and then looked up at me. I pushed her thighs up till I could see her ass hole clearly. I gestured to her to hold my penis against her anus. She massaged my cock and placed it on her bum hole. I pushed it in and watched as her rectum gradually swallowed the whole fucking thing right down to the base. And then I pulled out again and watched her crinkled opening close."

"It was black, not like the cowherd's wife's ass hole which was brown or like yours my queen which is a heavenly pink. The blackness was so arousing, the crinkled skin at the opening so inviting that I pulled out completely many times just to see it close and then open again as I brutally pushed my whole cock in. She watched me with an amused look on her face, enjoying the ass fucking as well as the fact that I was indulging myself."

"And after that I fucked her in the ass, many a satisfying time."

"My mother even got me to bugger her while she cleaned out the shit from the priest's house. She took me up her bum as she bent over emptying the toilet bowl full of morning shit into a large bucket. She stood and braced herself against the wall in the crawl space below where they crapped into an earthenware pot, as I thrust into her with all my strength and emptied the contents of my balls into her bowels. Then she turned around and licked my cock back to full mast. Then she turned around once more, spread her buttocks and told me to do it again. I looked at her magnificent buttocks and that crinkled black hole winked back at me. This time I lasted a long time and she interrupted the buggering a few times to take me in her mouth and lick my cock while I manhandled her breasts. When I finally came I pulled out of her anus and turning her around, grabbed her head and forced my cock into her mouth spilling my come in her mouth and then all over her face."

"Afterwards she said to me, "now you are getting the idea. Fuck a woman with your mind and body. No place will ever be wrong for sex. No woman will ever be left unsatisfied if you concentrate your mind in pleasing her only."

"The truth really was that I was young and lusty and could have cared less about my surroundings."

"But don't get the idea that we walked around covered in shit. Absolutely not. Right there, in the middle of the village, was a hut, with a well in the center. There was a high wall around the hut to prevent good people of high caste to be contaminated by it. It was exclusively for outcastes. We visited it throughout the work day, washing ourselves scrupulously with soap and water. We were outcastes, my queen, not unclean."

"Out of the blue one day my mother informed me that she had found a girl for me. A girl she was sure who would be able to accommodate my 'thing'. All I wanted to do was to continue to fuck my mother. When I asked her if we could fuck even after I was married she enigmatically said, "We shall see."

So engrossed was he in telling his story that he had forgotten his promise to fuck the queen's ass if he told her about how he buggered his mother. She wasn't about to remind him as he forged on with his tale.

"So we got up before day break one day and washed and scrubbed ourselves and put on the best clothes we had. We were going to visit the girl's family in a village quite some distance from ours. She belonged to a family that looked after the place where dead bodies were burnt -- a Dom. We were going to hitch a ride in a bullock cart that was transporting sandal wood for burning the corpses of the rich. It was owned by a farmer who was not averse to giving outcastes a ride for a small sum of money."

"Needless to say that morning, like most mornings, I fucked my mother with my piss hard cock the moment I got up. In fact it was she who woke me by riding on it. And then while we washed ourselves inside our hovel I could not help but take her again from behind with her leaning against the wall. And then because her ass hole was exposed I proceeded to bugger her and then laid her on the floor and took her ass face to face so that I could indulge myself and watch her ravaged beautiful face as I rammed her ass hole with my cock. I finished by pulling my cock from her clenching anus and sticking it in her mouth for her to joyously suck, till I filled her mouth with my come."

"I did not realize it then but that would be the last time I would enjoy my mother's body."

"So, there we were bouncing along slowly, at the back of the bullock cart. We had squeezed ourselves between freshly cut sandalwood branches, separated by them from the farmer who sat in front and guided the bullocks. He ignored us completely, pretending no doubt that we did not exist. He had of course taken his money first!"

"We were passing through a village that I had not seen before, when one of the logs came free and fell off the side of the uncovered cart and rolled onto the dusty road. Before I could react, my nimble mother had jumped off the cart and had retrieved the log. Suddenly a horse and rider galloped around the corner and were upon my mother in a flash. She got kicked in the chest and flung to the side of the road even as the rider fought to bring the frightened horse under control. Once he had his horse reined in and calm he got off and began yelling at my mother. He had surmised from her appearance that she was an outcaste and calling her a piece of shit and other derogatory things wanted to know why she had tried to kill him and injure his prize horse. When she did not reply he picked up the sandalwood log and proceeded to beat her with it. That is when I knew my mother was badly injured."

"She did not move to protect herself but just lay curled up, her breathing labored and noisy as she exhaled more blood than air from her tortured lungs. I asked the man to stop. Later on I learnt he was the son of the richest landlord in that village. He sneered at me and wanted to know how I was going to stop him and turned back to beat my mother again. I moved quickly and held his upraised arm firmly. He cursed me and began kicking my shin. I picked him up and flung him over my shoulder. He fell against the wheel of the cart and as luck would have it his head struck the metal pin that holds the wheel to the frame. It entered his skull, killing him instantly."

"My mother regained consciousness to realize what had happened. "Run," she gasped, "run away." I quickly picked her up and began running. "No, no, leave me here, you run." But I was not going to do that. I ran towards the jungle that bordered the village. But first I had to negotiate my way through fields of wheat. The farmer who had been a silent spectator till now suddenly found his voice and began yelling, "Murderer, murderer," and before long I knew a crowd would gather and give me chase."

"I reached the jungle when I heard my mother faintly saying, "Stop. Stop." I gently laid her against the trunk of a large tree and wiped as much of the blood as I could from her face. She suddenly opened her eyes and gathering strength held my face in both her hands. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, and said between heavy gasps for air, "Promise me, my little boy that you will live to be an old man. Now obey your mother. Leave me here and run. You have to live. I am dead already; let me go in peace." I could hear the excited voices of the chasers in the distance and knew that the hunt was on. "Leave my body here; let the wild animals have a meal. Run, run," wheezed my mother with her last breath and then she was gone."

"It was as if a bottomless black pit had opened and I was falling with no control. My mother, my lover, my friend, my life was gone. I just stood there looking at her lifeless form. A million thoughts and emotions ran through me yet I felt empty. Then out of nowhere, I began sobbing. Not before and not since have I cried as much as I did that day. I howled my heart out."

He sat with bowed head above her. A tough giant with what she could have sworn was the hint of tears in his eyes. Moved by this show of vulnerability she reached up and embraced him, hugging him like a child, comforting him. He felt her nakedness against him and his cock responded. She wanted to hear the rest of his story and so she moved off him and said, "Then what happened?"

"Then my queen," he said, caressing his cock and wanting desperately to sheath it in her, but controlling himself continued, "I stood there even as time stood still for me. It was the excited voices of my pursuers that finally roused me. One last longing look at my dead mother and then I took off. I ran into the depths of that jungle; very quickly losing my hunters. I wandered through the jungle for quite a few days, living off wild fruits and berries, leaves, roots, insects and the occasional small animal. I even caught fish with my bare hands."

"And no, my queen, I was not attacked by tigers, lions or leopards. You learn to avoid them. Other animals like the deer, boar, and especially the chattering monkeys tell you exactly where the predators are if you care to listen."

 

[hotaks]

"Then one day, just like that, I wandered out of the jungle. I came upon a group of small boys playing in the dirt. They took one look at me and ran off as fast as their little legs could carry them, yelling for their mothers. Come to think of it, I must have been a frightening sight. Huge, black, with dirty long hair and my face hidden by thick growth, my clothes ripped to shreds, I must have looked like the devil himself to them!"

"I hadn't gone very far when I was confronted by three young men. They asked me who I was and what I was doing there. I really had nothing to say and so I grunted. They took this as an act of aggression and attacked. They were smaller than me but astonishingly quick and very coordinated. In a trice they had pinned my arms and legs and thrown me to the ground where they held me immobilized. It took all my strength and agility to release their hold and throw them off me. I stood up to be confronted by this big fellow who was wearing only a loin cloth and whose bronze skin shone with oil that looked like it had been freshly massaged in."

"He said, "Strong fellow eh," and then moved so quickly that before I knew what was happening, I was thrown to the ground with my neck between his strong legs and my hands pinned in a painful grip. His legs were choking me and I found everything going black. From far away I heard a voice ordering my release. I felt the choking grip relax and gradually I regained consciousness. With a grunt I was pushed off and my attacker quickly stood up and watched me menacingly."

"I heard the voice again and turned to see an elderly man with long graying hair tied in a knot atop his head and a flowing white beard. "Who are you? Do you understand what I am saying?"

"I stood up and pondered what I should do. Since the dialect that this elderly man spoke in was close to mine I said, "Yes sir, I do." The yes sir was by force of habit. The man was visibly relieved when I spoke. I guess till then he had a vague suspicion that I was one of those fabled men of the jungle -- part man, part animal."

"It turned out, that I had stumbled on a community of wrestlers. The venerable bearded one was their guru -- coach and leader. This particular community had been in existence for centuries. The sole aim was to produce professional wrestlers. These wrestlers then fought against others from different akharas or communities of which I learnt there were several hundred spread out over thousands of miles. There was a lot of money involved. There was the purse or prize money and then there was the money from wagers. All this money came from rich men. These could be kings, landlords or merchants. Some of them would act as promoters and arrange competitions. Some of them would become benefactors -- people who **censored** a community or akhara and in a way owned them. All in all if your guru was smart he could make the community really rich. Of course all depended on the winning ways of the wrestlers."

"At the time that I entered the picture this akhara was not doing too well. The man who had so easily bested me was their champion. But unfortunately he had suffered a series of losses and the other wrestlers had not fared too well either and so the stock of this community was low. Just perfect for me!"

"After the guru had ascertained that I was indeed a human being, his next concern was what caste or tribe did I belong to. Something prevented me from telling him the truth -- that I belonged to the caste or tribe that cleaned shit. I told him that I was a potter but not a very good one and that made him laugh. "Was that why you ran away and got lost in the jungle?" he asked, half in jest. I told him a version of the truth, that I had lost my mother and in my grief had wandered off and got lost."

"I was very young and everyone knows that the very young handle emotional issues very badly. So he accepted my explanation as did the rest of the community. I am sure he knew I was an outcaste from my skin color and appearance, my accent, and the fact that I could not read or write. He and his wife taught me how to read and write and slowly but surely taught me how to talk like a high caste person."

"He and the rest of that wrestling community looked after me and taught me how to wrestle. I was a natural -- my size and agility lent themselves to wrestling. In a very short while I had the measure of the big guy who had so easily felled me. And in our next outing I was able to beat all comers from a nearby akhara. Not just wrestling, the guru taught me how to fight with a sword, protect myself with a shield, throw a spear and use a bow to shoot arrows. And under his guidance I became an expert horseman. This was not out of the goodness of his heart but pure business. When we were not wrestling we were sent out as armed escorts, as mercenaries. We would accompany marriage parties, caravans of rich merchants or act as security guards. Clearly, knowing how to fight was essential."

"One day the guru called me to his house to discuss what he called a serious matter. It took a while for him to get to the point and when I learned what the serious matter was I understood why. In a nutshell, he wanted me to impregnate his wife. This was his second wife, much younger than him. His first wife had died childless and he had married again hoping for a progeny. It had been five years and there was not even a hint of pregnancy. He was both a desperate and down to earth person. Before giving up all together he was ready to take this last measure. After I had got over the initial shock and realized that he was dead serious I pointed out what I thought was an obvious problem. Both he and his wife being of high caste were fair. It seems that his sister and his wife's brother were quite dark (these things happen) and so a dark child could be passed off as a familial throwback."

"It was arranged that the first attempt at impregnation would take place that night. The guru would leave the house for a few hours on some pretext or the other, leaving me alone with his wife, who it seems, had agreed though only after a great deal of persuasion."

"He led me to the bedroom and then left. The room was dark; the oil lamp had not been lit. The only light was vaguely reflected from a half moon. It took a while for my eyes to get adjusted. I was then able to see his wife. She was lying on the bed fully clothed. When she saw me she bent her legs and lifted her sari to her abdomen. She parted her thighs and said, "Come on," in a flat tone."

"I was very embarrassed. She was like an elder sister to me. She had taught me how to read and write, had fed me, had even washed my clothes at times, had cheered me up on my down days and had given me advice like only an elder sister can -- with quiet authority even if the advice itself was skewed. But I owed a lot to my guru. So I took off my clothes and moving to the side of the bed, began massaging my flaccid penis, enticing it into erection. The stupid thing would not respond to my stroking. She lay there looking up at the ceiling, patiently waiting. Finally, because a long time had elapsed, she looked at me, I think, to see what I was up to. An involuntary gasp escaped her when she saw my cock and she could not look away. By then I was frustrated by my efforts and in annoyance moved closer and placed her hand on my cock. I wasn't really thinking straight at that instant."

"For a moment or two it lay still in her open palm. Then her hand closed and she began stroking it. Her cool hand over my cock had more of an effect than mine and would you believe it; I began getting an erection. She was fascinated, I could tell, for she brought her other hand over and massaged my cock with both hands, with her breathing now in gasps. The more erect my penis got the more her excitement rose. As did mine. I could not help it. I reached down and groped at her breasts. She took one hand off my penis briefly to place mine under her blouse directly on her naked breast."

"I began kneading that breast like there was no tomorrow and brought its rubbery nipple to springy life. Then I moved fiercely on to the other one. Gone was my embarrassment as I moved down to her bush and cunt, exploring her cunt lips and clitoris and pushing my little finger shallowly into her hole. But my sense of shame and shyness came right back when she parted her thighs and again said, "Come on," though this time in excited gasps. I found it very difficult to move. She tugged on my cock and said, "come on," yet again."

"I awkwardly mounted her and she took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt. I think at this point she too was overtaken by shyness and shame because abruptly she took her hand away and lay there with her head turned to one side."

"I pushed forward and my cock entered her cunt. Just the head went in. Then the going got tough. Her cunt stretched to its limit around the head of my cock making further progress impossible. So I withdrew and pushed in again. When I withdrew I swear I could make out a look of disappointment on her face only to be replaced by one of apprehension when I pushed in. And this alternating pattern of looks continued as I renewed my thrusting and withdrawing till gradually my penis began making in roads into her cunt. When I had half of it in her she reached down and felt my cock and said, "My, god, so big, so much still there." Then she held her thighs widely apart and began thrusting herself back at me. Our combined efforts bore fruit and in a short while I finally sheathed the whole damn thing in her."

"For a moment we lay suspended in our sense of achievement. She was the first to move; rubbing her pubis against me. I think she was stimulating her clitoris and vulva by doing this. Then I moved, pulling out slowly. She was wet and tight. An exquisite silky slippery sensation. I could have died happy at that instant. I withdrew completely. I was supporting myself on my hands above her. Looking down I found her looking directly at me. Her mouth was open and her features were twisted in wanton lust. There was no mistaking it; she was ready to be fucked. This was no longer a mere task that she had to perform to please her husband. It had become an act of pleasure."

"I thrust back into her, sheathing my cock to the hilt in one thrust. This drew an involuntary gasp from her but she made no move to stop me or to withdraw. Instead she again began rubbing her pubis against me. I withdrew again and then began ramming her without mercy. She placed her hands on my buttocks and pushed on them every time I hammered her. She was moaning over and over again, "come on, come on."

"And very soon I did just that. I came in her cunt in copious amounts. Stuff leaked out of her and onto the cot that she was lying on. I mean there was enough deposited to create any number of babies. But she still held on to my buttocks and then began rubbing herself on me, not letting my softening penis escape. She wanted to fuck again! No problem; I mean she was a comely woman, well worth fucking, once I had gotten over my shyness. Very soon I was up to ramming speed again. I had been supporting myself on my hands all this time. But now I lay down on her and pressed my face on to hers. Her body melded into mine and her tongue sought mine. This was developing into a mind blowing fuck! It was not long before I was ready to come again and once more deposited a boat load of semen in her. I came in her two more times that night, once with her riding me and once with her on her hands and knees. She looked divine from behind in a subservient position. Her rounded buttocks and crinkly ass hole were a great turn on. I fingered her ass hole to my heart's content; she never objected. I think she would have gladly taken me up her bum hole. But I never buggered her. It would have defeated the purpose of our fucking and would amount to cheating on my guru."

 

[hotaks]

"We really enjoyed our fucking sessions. But we never lost sight of why we were fucking or the fact that we both loved and respected the guru in our own way. So we never sought each other on our own. Each get together was arranged by the guru, who would then leave us alone for prolonged periods. But once we were alone we were like insatiable lovers. She became pregnant about three months later. But did not reveal it till she was into her third month of pregnancy and on the threshold of her abdomen swelling up. She told us she wanted to be sure, but I knew that it was because she wanted to fuck me as long as she could. Of course we stopped fucking the moment she declared her pregnancy."

"She delivered a healthy boy. And would you believe it, he was as fair as the two of them!"

"Meanwhile my fame as a wrestler was spreading. No one could beat me and so obviously the number of wrestlers who wanted to be the first to do so grew everyday. My fame was in a way my undoing."

"One day the guru took me aside and said that he had just come back from a village called Parasia. That was the name of the village where the tragic events had taken place. He had learned that the father of the fellow I had killed had surmised that I was the killer and he was sending a bunch of mercenary soldiers to kill me. "I have grown to love you like a son and you have brought a lot of riches to us. I am obligated to help you," he said, "Run away son and may god help you."

"And I have been running ever since. Every time I settle down somewhere, something happens and soon enough there is a posse looking for me. I guess the fellow I killed had a very rich and very unforgiving father with a very long memory. The fact that I am an outcaste and had dared to escape justice had added fuel to the fire."

"And here I am still running. But now I am under your protection and I know that I am safe. I will stay here for as long as you will let me." She felt relieved, for he seemed to be back in his goddess worshipping mode. But in the next instant he continued, "But now my queen my story is done and it is time for this black outcaste cock to enter your ass!"

He stood up and taking hold of his cock placed it in her mouth. He held her head as she sucked on the nub and gradually worked as much as she could down her throat. He sighed for he could have her suck him forever and love every minute of it. But he had to move on. Removing his prick he gestured to her to get on her hands and knees on the bed.

With dread she moved slowly, till her backside was presented to him to assault. He just stood there, awed at the sight. Flawless white tapered pillars that supported perfectly rounded buttocks without a hint of weightiness or sag. He got on the bed behind her and parted her cleft. There winking back at him was her crinkled rose bud anus. He lovingly massaged it with his thumb marveling at the muscular reaction and the thought that very soon it would contract round his penis.

He got off the bed to retrieve scented oil from one of the as yet unlit lamps. He rubbed the oil on his hands and then gradually introduced an oily finger into her anus. Slowly he worked it in and out till she got used to this abnormal intrusion. Then another well oiled finger joined the first. She groaned in pain and then fear filled her as she imagined what that huge prick would feel like. By parting his fingers as they ground in and out of her asshole he was able to dilate her back passage. Now he was ready.

He got on his knees on the bed behind her. She waited with trepidation for the first thrust of his cock which would send searing pain up her gut. Instead she gasped in astonishment for she felt his tongue licking her behind! Goray Lal could not help himself. He had to pay homage to his goddess.

But then even more primeval instincts took hold and he reached for more oil. He massaged his cock with it till it was slick and shiny and ready. He pressed the head against the rose bud and gently but with persistence pushed it in. Gradually the muscular ring parted and the tip of his cock slid in. She held her breath, waiting to be ravaged.

She gasped in surprise when she felt an oily hand on her breasts and another on her hairy cunt. One lovingly played with her breasts and nipples and the thumb of the other strummed on her clit while two fingers sawed into her vagina. While she was distracted with these pleasurable sensations he concentrated on imperceptibly pushing his rod into her rectum. It took some time but finally he was buried in her ass and she had not even noticed!

He removed his hands from her breasts and cunt to hold her by her haunches. That was when she became aware that he had his humongous cock completely embedded in her rectum.

How had he done it? And how was she tolerating it so well?! Before she could analyze the situation he began slowly withdrawing his penis. He stopped, when only the head was rooted. Then he shafted her ass in one fell move. She huffed more in surprise than pain. Before she knew it he had started ramming her ass vigorously.

Then he draped himself on her back. She bore his weight as he reached around for her breasts. His oily hands squeezed her breasts and then pinched her nipples mercilessly. Once again the other hand stimulated her clit and cunt. She felt the mat of chest hair rub against her naked skin with each thrust of his cock in and out of her rectum. He rammed into her ass relentlessly, licking the back of her neck and her ear lobes.

He lifted himself on his haunches and his enormous black cock withdrew smoothly from her warm shit hole till the massive head was almost out. Then he held onto her hips and rammed the whole thing in viciously. She struggled for breath at the force of the coupling. He pulled on her long silky hair till her neck was hyper extended and she was looking up at the ceiling.

 

[hotaks]

"If only you could see what I am seeing. My black out caste cock invading your upper caste rose bud." And then in time with his savage ramming, "Again and again, yes, yes." She was being used as a plaything, as a fuck slave. She had no control, no dignity, and yet she loved every moment!

For him, this was his supreme moment. When he had his goddess under him, getting filthily buggered and enjoying it, completely at his mercy. This thought and the physical sensation of his penis drilling her hot and tight ass and his abdomen thudding against her perfect buttocks were enough to drive him over the edge. He had planned on going on for a long time, but alas he could hold out no longer. With a deep grunt he came in her rectum, coating it liberally with his come. This was without doubt the deepest emotion, the most ecstasy he had felt in his entire fucking career. His mother fucking included.

She had slumped down, completely prone on the bed. For the longest time he lay on her with his cock embedded. Gradually, it softened and then fell out. Only then did he stir and moved off her.

She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Weak and completely overwhelmed. Not ashamed that she, a queen, had been so contemptuously treated by an outcaste. Just physically and emotionally spent.

She felt him stirring on the bed behind her and then in the next instant found him kneeling on the ground before her kissing her knees.

"My queen," he said, "I am your slave. Do with me what you will. I am now and ever will be yours to command. You are a goddess. As beautiful as Lakshmi, as knowledgeable and clever as Saraswati, as fierce and protective as Deepika in her many manifestations, you are the embodiment of the Mother Goddess."

My god, she thought, this giant has reverted back to his goddess worshipping mode!

She stood up tall and proudly naked, "Kiss my feet." Without a moment's hesitation he prostrated himself before her and kissed her feet.

Then she had a wicked idea. She regally walked to the bathroom, indicating with her fingers that he should follow her. She made him lie down on the floor. Then she squatted over him and began pissing. He did not flinch. He just lay there motionless, looking up at her with a devout expression on his face. She started on his legs and penis and dribbled her way up his forest of abdominal and chest hair. By the time she got to his face there was not much urine left in her bladder. She pissed on his face and then made him open his mouth and trickled the last few drops down his gullet. When she had finished; of his own accord; he lifted his head and licked the remnants from her bush, her vaginal lips, her anus, buttocks and thighs.

He looked up at her with drops of urine and a devout expression on his face, "You are my mother, my lover, my god. Just being around you will fulfill my destiny in life. I beg of you to let me fuck you whenever the mood takes you. My queen you decide when you want me. I will never force myself on you and I will never fuck anyone but you."

And that she felt was a very satisfactory arrangement.

In exchange for his loyalty she made him first the chief of her palace guard and then a few years later the commander in chief of her army. Such was the power of her personality, and his sheer physical presence, that none of the men even thought of questioning the fact that they were taking orders from an out caste.

to be continued...

 

[hotaks]

The Revelation

Malavika was having the greatest day of her life. After only 12 months, she was promoted to floor supervisor at the bank. She was the youngest person to ever be given this position. Months of 12 hour days and showing that she could keep a cool head during emergencies had proven her value to the management, and when the position opened up, she was the first person to be offered the job. She could envision herself moving all the way to the top one day.

Arriving home, she gives the good news to her boyfriend. He is excited for her, and he tells her "We need to celebrate tonight!" Malavika and Tim had been together for nearly 5 years. They met in high school, and had been together ever since. They planned to marry once they had saved enough for a down payment on a house. She puts on her finest dress, and they head out for their celebratory dinner.

At dinner, Malavika discusses her career ambitions at the bank. "I will be CEO one day," she says.

Tim, being the supporting man that he is, tells her "Of course you will! And you will be the best!" The conversation shifts toward their future together. Malavika discusses her dream home, and what they will name their children.

This is when Malavika notices a drastic change in Tim's demeanor. She thinks nothing of it, but Tim's face is becoming more and more distraught. Finally, Malavika asks him directly "What is wrong?"

Tim holds stern for a few moments with "Nothing. Nothing is wrong." Then suddenly tears stream down his face.

Malavika thinks to herself, "Oh my God! Is he breaking up with me?!"

Tim sits in silence for a few moments, just looking down at the table. Finally, he breaks his silence and tells her "I have been living a lie, and I can't take it anymore."

"What do you mean??" Malavika replies.

He tells her "6 weeks ago I lost my job, and I have been living off of my savings. I have been looking frantically for a position in my field, but nothing is turning up!"

Malavika assures him "I wish you would have told me, but this is not the end of the world. We can get through this together."

"That's not all," he tells her, her heart sinking, "I felt so guilty about spending my savings, that I became desperate looking for ways to turn what I had into profit. I got introduced to a guy who does sports betting, and I began betting on games. At the beginning I was doing great. I had doubled the amount of money that I had put in! Then I got overly confident and placed a large wager on a team that I thought was a sure win. Everything was going as expected, then in the last half of the game, the other team turned things around."

Malavika sat in shock. She was speechless. It took her nearly 3 minutes to say a single word. Finally, she said "OK. How much do you owe?? 2,000?? 3,000?? We can pay them. We can find that money somehow."

Tim looks down at the table again. "That won't be enough", he says.

"How much money do you owe them?!?! Tell me right now!!" she says, almost screaming.

"$50,000 dollars", he says with a broken spirit.

"$50,000?!?!?!?" she shrieks. "But how is that possible?!?!?!" she says in disbelief. "There is no way possible that we can pay that!!" she says. "This is no place to discuss this," she adds, "We need to go home NOW!!"

There is silence in the car the entire way home. Not a word is spoken. Upon arriving home, Malavika immediately pours herself a large glass of wine and finishes it without stopping. "Sit down", she yells at Tim. "OK. Call this guy and tell him that we need to work out a long-term payment plan", Malavika proposes.

"We can't," Tim says, "I already tried that. He gave me until the end of the month."

"The end of month?!?!" she screams, "That's it. I'm calling the police, we are going to bring this guy down."

"No!! We can't do that!! You don't understand. This guy is dangerous. He has connections. Even if we hide, his people could seek out our family members," Tim exclaims.

"How could you even get involved with someone like this?!?!" Malavika says in disbelief.

"I was desperate," Tim says, "I thought you would leave me when you found out that I had lost my job and my portion of what we are saving for our house. You are everything to me, and my life would be nothing without you!"

Malavika sits in silence, boiling mad, and scared. Her hands are shaking. "What is his name?" she asks Tim.

"What are you going to do??" he replies.

"Give me his name!!" she yells.

"Marco," he tells her. "Promise me you are not going to the police!!" he begs her.

"Don't you worry about what I am going to do!!", she yells back. Malavika, marches to her bedroom, and slams the door shut. Tim knows what this means: do not come in here. He pours himself a glass of wine, covers himself on the couch, and passes out. He awakens in the morning to find that Malavika has already left for work.

 

[hotaks]

The Encounter:

Malavika was distracted all day at the bank. The overwhelming sense of fear and dread. "Who is this Marco guy?!" she kept thinking. "What is he going to do to us if we don't pay?!" she thought. "I can't take this anymore. I have to try to find this guy and talk to him personally. If I tell him our situation, maybe I can convince him to give us more time than just the end of the month," she thought to herself.

Finally, she decided to Google him. And it turns out that there was only one person found with that name in the city. But, nothing gave clearly identifying information. No address. No profile pictures. Just a name and a city. "Could he have an account with this bank??" she wondered.

Employees are not supposed to lookup customer information unless they are working with that customer, but this was not an ordinary circumstance. She decided this was a case for breaking the rules for sure. So, she logged into the company's system, and to her complete surprise, there he was. "What were the odds of that!?" she thought, "This is too coincidental. The universe wants me to resolve this!" She felt trepidatious, but also a glimmer of hope. She quickly jotted down the address on a piece of paper, told her manager that she needed to leave early, headed to her car, and put the address into her GPS.

Malavika pulled up to the house, and parked on the street. The neighborhood was quite wealthy. All of the houses were surrounded by walls with security gates. She approached the gate of the address, and just behind it was an armed security guard. She told the security guard that she needed to see Marco.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.

"No. I need to speak with him about an urgent matter," she told him.

"What's your name?" he asked. "Malavika" she replied.

"Wait here while I get clearance for you to enter," he said. The guard walked over to a security booth, and picked up a phone. She could see him talking to someone while looking at her intensely. He returned after a few moments, and told her "You are clear for entry." He opened the gate and told her that someone would be waiting for her at the front door of the house.

As she approached the front door, she could not help but to notice the expensive sports cars parked around the house. She had never even seen cars as fancy as these. She was not quite sure what to make of this environment. She knew of this neighborhood, but had not known anyone who lived here, nor had she ever been inside a house like this.

When she arrived at the front door, there was a woman waiting there in a maids uniform. "Follow me," she said to Malavika. The maid led Malavika into a room decorated with mirrors and plush sofas. "Wait here for Mr. Xavier," the maid told her.

Malavika waited for what seemed like an eternity. The longer she waited, the more nervous she became. "What will I say to this guy?!?!",she thought. Then finally, she hears someone approaching the room, and stands as a sign of respect to the host.

A man enters the room."Mr. Xavier?!", she asks, surprised.

"Yeah, that's me", he says as he takes a seat. He was not at all what she expected. Marco was a tall dark-skinned black man, dressed like a hip-hop star. He had a large gold watch, sneakers, and tight sleeveless t-shirt.

"Thank you for seeing me", Malavika said.

"I always have time to see a pretty girl", he says. "Why are you dressed so formally like that? Are you a lawyer or something?", he asks Malavika.

"No...I...I came directly from work and I...," Malavika stumbles.

"What is this urgent matter you need to discuss?" he interupts.

"My boyfriend owes you some money, and I wanted to see about getting a payment extension. We will pay you, I swear. We just need more time!" she exclaims nervously.

"What is his name?" he asks.

"Tim," she replies.

Marco pulls out his phone, and makes a call on speaker. "Hey, boss. What's up?", a voice answers.

"What can you tell me about a guy Tim?" Marco asks.

"Let me check, boss," the voice replies. There are a couple of moments of silence, and the voice returns with a chuckle. "Ha ha...this damn fool was ahead on sports bets and put everything down on a single game. He lost, and now he owes you 50 Gs," the voice said.

"Thanks," Marco said and hung up.

"It would seem that your boyfriend Timmy is in quite a mess," Marco said, "and you are asking for what exactly?"

"I...we...we just want more time to pay you. $50,000 is a lot of money. It's going to take us time to pay that back. And I swear..we intend to pay you what we owe you!" Malavika exclaimed, "I just thought that...if I just saw you face to face that..."

Marco interrupted, "I am not in the business of doing favors. And your Timmy is no different. He knew what he was getting into, and that is his problem, not mine. This is not your problem either. Why are you even trying to save this loser?"

"Please!" Malavika exclaimed, "Tim is the love of my life. He is a good and honest man who just made a mistake. We are going to get married and have a family. We will pay you...I swear!!...Please...just give us more time."

Marco sat in silence for a few moments then said "Well ain't this some sweet lovey-dovey shit. Since I am such a sentimental guy, I might just be able to help you out. As you can imagine, in this business, I run into this situation quite a bit. Most of the time, the ones that come in front of me begging...well...they are not useful. They don't have anything to offer in exchange for my financial loss. Those people usually end up trying to hide out or skip town. But, my guys always find them, or find their friends or family. Finding their friends or family usually brings them out of hiding and that is when they get their warning. And in the case of their friends and family, the loser gets to watch those that are close to them receive the warning...which usually means a trip to the hospital...and if that doesn't get the message across, then maybe someone close to them is never seen again."

Malavika looks shocked, but tries to maintain her composure, as Marco continues. "Now...you might be wondering...'Why doesn't someone simply call the police?' That is an interesting story. One day a man came before me begging for leniency and more time just as you are doing now. He actually owed about 4 times what your Timmy owes. But, luckily for him, he had something useful to offer in exchange. As it turns out, that man was the chief of police here in this fine city. A position that he still holds today. And in exchange for forgiving a bit of his debt here and there, he just has to do some small favors. Make a case go away here, destroy some evidence there, look the other way sometimes...you get the point."

"What do you have to offer in exchange?" Marco asked.

"I work at a bank! There must be something I can do...helping loans get approved...approving large transactions that don't meet regulatory compliance...", Malavika said, as she was interrupted.

Marco laughed. "Are you stupid? You have too much oversight at your age. What are you? Like 20?" he asked.

"21", Malavika replied.

"You would get busted in a week, then you would be of no use to me at all, and then the pressure is back on ol' Timmy," he said. "Look. You only have one use for me. What is your name again? kaati?" he asked.

"Malavika," she replied.

"Look Malavika. If I were you, I would turn around, walk out of this house, and dump that loser boyfriend of yours. This is not your problem. I get that you love him and all that warm fuzzy shit...but you have a chance to walk away from his problems and this situation. Here is the bottom line: the only use a young pretty girl like you has to me is a piece of ass." Malavika was horrified, but tried to keep a straight face.

"Malavika, I am heading to my office for a while to do some business. When I come back I expect you to be gone. If you are still here, then as far as I am concerned, you and Timmy are in this together, and I consider you equally responsible for his debt," he said, then left the room for another part of the house.

 

[hotaks]

The Decision:

Malavika's heart was racing. Her hands were trembling. All she could think about was the fact that if she did nothing, Tim was going to get seriously hurt, or even worse! Tears rolled down her face at just the thought of something happening to Tim. He was everything to her. He was her first boyfriend, her first love, even her first and only lover. He made her happy in every way.

From the first day she met him 4 years ago, she knew that he was the one she would be with for the rest of her life. They had already planned their future together. "I can never let anything happen to Tim," she told herself. "My life is nothing without him. I am not going to let this one mistake of his ruin this beautiful life we have planned. Love means sacrifice," she told herself continuously, as she dried the tears from her face. She took deep breaths over and over to calm her nerves and to build her courage. "This is a life we are talking about. The life of the man I love!" she told herself. Her hands were still shaking, but she managed to stop her tears.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity. Staying focused to maintain her courage and composure. "We can do this!" she told herself.

After quite some time, Marco returned to the room. "Well, well, well. It looks like someone has made a decision," he said as he took a seat on the couch. "You had your out, but that is gone now. That was your only and last chance," he said as Malavika tried to maintain an emotionless face.

"Hmm. Well, there is no point in wasting time. I am a busy man, and as I said, you only have one use to me. Stand up here in the center of the room," he ordered Malavika. She complied, and stood in front of him in the center of the room. "OK, let's get those clothes off," he commanded. Malavika began to remove her clothes, starting with her shoes. "No, keep the heels on baby," he told her.

Malavika unzipped her skirt, dropped it to her ankles and stepped out of it. "Just throw it over there," Marco said. Malavika unbuttoned her shirt button by button, removed it, and threw it next to her skirt. She stood there in front of Marco, looking at the ceiling, the wall, the floor, anywhere but in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Marco said, "When I say remove your clothes, that means bra and panties too. I want nothing on you but those heels." Malavika hesitated. No one had ever seen her nude body except Tim, and she never wanted anyone else to see her. That was something sacred to her that she only ever wanted to share with the love of her life. At that moment she began to think of Tim again and how at this moment, she was breaking the rule in her life that was most important to her.

The false sense of confidence she had built up deflated, and her eyes began to fill with tears again. "Your tears don't change what's happening here, so suck it up," Marco said smugly.

Malavika sobbed as she compiled with his demands, removed her bra and panties, and fully exposed herself to him. There it was: what was sacred to her was now shattered, and only shame was in its place.

"Turn around and let me see that ass," Marco demanded. "Nice," he said when she turned around. "Bend over that chair in front of you and let's get a look at that pussy of yours," he continued to demand. Malavika did as he asked. "That is a fantastic pussy. You should be proud of what you got," he said, but of course his comments were not intended to encourage her.

His sole intention was to show to Malavika that he was in control here and that she had no free will in this situation. And his words did exactly that. For the first time in her life, Malavika felt completely helpless. An uneasy, disgusting feeling of being unclean overwhelmed her. She did not like feeling this way at all, but the choice to save Tim had been made, and there was no changing that now.

"Alright. It's time for you to stop being such a tease and get to work," Marco said. He sat up on the edge of the sofa and began to remove his shoes. Once complete, he stood up, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants then neatly folded them on the sofa beside him. Finally, he removed his underwear and sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs wide apart.

"OK, Malavika. Come over here and kneel down on the floor between my legs," he confidently told her. Malavika began to shiver. Her nerves were overpowering her. She slowly and hesitantly began to approach the sofa where Marco was seated.

Malavika kneeled down in the location where Marco commanded. She had only ever intended to be with Tim in this sacred and private way, only the true love of her life, but now her life-long vow to herself was about to be broken, and this made her nauseous.

She was now eye-level with his cock. Only the second one she had ever seen in her life. What was there, only inches from her face, was quite unlike what Tim had. This was very dark in color, nearly black, twice the width, and nearly twice as long, with the head completely hidden by a thick foreskin. The balls were much larger, with just one being the size of both of Tim's.

"Get closer," said Marco. She moved in just a little closer. "Closer," he said again. She moved as close as she could without touching any part of his body. She could feel the body heat from his genitals on her face.

"Who is in control here?" he asked her.

"You are," she said with a shaky voice, avoiding any eye contact.

"Good girl," he said smugly. "Rub my balls with your hand," he softly told her. This was the moment of no return, she was about to be intimate with someone other than the love of her life, and there was no love involved in this at all.

She hesitantly reached out and placed her hand around one of his balls. Only one would fit in her hand. "Don't just hold it," he said, "give it some love." Love was the last thing that came to her mind in this situation, but she did her best to push through her discomfort and gently rubbed his balls with her hand. "Good girl," he said. "Press your face up against them," he said gently.

Malavika was horrified. This was really happening. It was too much. The intimacy of her face on another man's genitals, this was where, in her mind, she crosses the point of no return and is now officially cheating on Tim, betraying his trust and their love. Malavika pushes her face into his balls, and begins to sob. Her tears profusely rolling down her face and drenching his ball skin.

"Go ahead and suck them into your mouth," he then told her. She complied with his wishes and sucked on his sack, but the balls were too large to enter her mouth. Only the skin entered as she sucked on them, the taste of sweat, musk, and her tears filling her mouth. "Ah, yeah! That's great!" he said, "Make sure you give that same treatment to my whole sack. I want it to be squeaky clean." Malavika moved around his nut sack, sucking it all clean as he demanded, his cock rolling around on her face as she moved from side to side, her feeling of self-loathing growing by the moment.

"Time for some cock love," he said, "go ahead and get your hand on there and hold it up." Malavika wiped her tears, and attempted to wrap her hand around his shaft and prop it up. It was massive. Her fingers and thumb did not even touch on the other side.

"Get your mouth on there," he ordered. Malavika reluctantly raised up on her knees so that her face would be at the same level as the head of his shaft. She had only ever seen one other penis in her life, that of Tim. What was in front of her, though, was something entirely different.

Not only was the size something that she did not imagine was possible, but the head was entirely covered with a sheath of skin, with not even the tip of it visible, with a bit of loose skin extending past where the tip would be. "Why is this skin here??" she thought, "Is this normal? Is something wrong with it?" She felt disgusted at the idea of putting something like that in her mouth, but what choice was there?

She placed her lips up against the tip. The loose skin extending past the tip was surprisingly soft, almost like kissing someone. She opened her mouth as far as she could and began pushing her mouth down upon it, barely fitting in her mouth. As the head slowly made its way into her, she was taken by complete surprise as the thick soft skin covering the head was pushed out of the way by her lips and teeth, and the enormous head emerged onto her tongue.

The head and the underside of the foreskin carried with it an unexpected and shockingly pungent flavor. Sweat, oils, and musk. They all combined in a sudden and overpowering way. It was too much. Malavika gagged for a moment, and her eyes watered, but she didn't dare to stop. She continued on, and as time went by, her mouth washed away the layer of oils on the head, and the familiar taste of skin emerged.

"Stroke the shaft with your hand while you are sucking," he said, "and go faster." Malavika did as he asked, falling into a fast rhythm and she felt him becoming harder and harder. "You can really suck a dick girl" he moaned. He began thrusting his hips with the rhythm of her strokes, pushing himself to the back of her throat, barely allowing her to breathe, before telling her "OK, stop. That's enough."

Marco stood up, and Malavika stayed there kneeling on the floor, unsure what was next for her. "Bend over the back of the sofa with your knees on the cushions," he ordered her. She unwillingly complied with his demand with a sense of loss and dread in her heart.

"It's time to put that pretty little pussy of yours to work," Maros said. He stood directly behind Malavika's bent over form, and placed his left hand on her hip.

"This is it," she thought, "the final special way that I expressed love to Tim, by making love to him, will no longer be special at all!" She cringed by what was about to happen. This would be a before and after point in her life. Parts of her body that she only associated with beauty and love, would never again be so. The brief seconds waiting on Marco to do what was inevitable felt like an eternity of agony.

With his left hand on her hip, and his erect self in his right hand, he positioned the exposed head on her opening, moving it up and down across her lips as he began pushing forward. She felt an uncomfortable stretching of her lips.

"Owww!!!" she yelled. Marco, paused, and felt around her lips with his fingers, inserting one partially inside her.

"Damn! You dry as fuck girl!" Marco exclaimed. "There is a bathroom down that hall over there. In the medicine cabinet there is some lube. Go in there and get that and bring it here," he demands. He smacks her on the ass while she is still bent over and tells her "Go on. Go get it."

She rises up slowly and only looks at the floor. She pauses for a moment in disbelief that despite everything that is happening to her, despite her huge sacrifice for love, she is being given this incredibly humiliating task. She slowly walks down the hall to the bathroom, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Malavika returns, lube in-hand. "Marco, can we please use a condom?" she asks nervously, offering one to him that she found in the bathroom.

"No, I like it bareback. Anyhow, you seem like a clean girl to me. I ain't worried about it," he says.

"Oh..O-OK", she replies destroyed.

"Lube me up and get me nice and hard," Marco says, "and be sure to put plenty of that shit on your pussy, too." Malavika stands there, and begins to cover his entire length with a generous coating. She then begins to stroke him at a rapid rate with both of her hands, trying to make him hard again as quickly as possible, and she does not want to prolong this experience. And remembering how painful the previous attempted entry was, she ensured that all of her entryway was completely covered.

"OK, get back up on the couch," Marco told her. Malavika bent back over the top of the sofa, with her knees on the seats. He again placed his left hand on her hip, and aligned his tip with her narrow entry using the other hand. This time, the painful sensation around her opening was gone, but this was replaced by a slowly-increasing, massive amount of pressure. A nearly unbearable amount of stretching, gradually moving inward, deeper and deeper into her body. She never would have attempted inserting something so large into body in normal circumstances. This was not a pleasant experience to say the least.

Eventually, the insertion stopped. "I can't get this in any deeper," Marco said, "you are tight as hell." He grabbed her hips with both hands, and began slowly moving in and out. "This shit feels good as hell," he told her, but she couldn't care less if he was enjoying it or not.

With every stroke, she felt him bottom out, reaching her maximum depth, without his body even touching hers. He began to increase in speed, hitting her depths harder and harder, creating a painful jolt every time it hit. Right about that time, his strokes became short and rapid, staying deep inside her.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. She felt Marco empty his load into her most intimate depths.

"Oh my God, he just came inside me!!!" she realized, her heart racing. "Shit, shit, shit!!!" she thought to herself. Marco held her there in place, his hands on her hips, while his climax subsided, then pulled out.

Malavika quickly stood up and started heading for her clothes, his semen dripping out of her and down her thighs. She began dressing as quickly as she could. "We are even!" she exclaimed to him, "You had your 'hot piece of ass', we are done!" she said angrily as she was dressing.

"You think this one fuck is worth $50,000?! You are out of your mind!!" he laughed. "You are gonna be back here every week at the same time," he told her, "Every weekly fuck we make extends lil' Timmy's dealine by another week. See you next Friday." Marco gathers his clothes and leaves the room.

Humiliated, traumatized, and devastated, Malavika rushes out the front door and back to her car, driving directly home in a zombie-like state.

 

[hotaks]

The New Reality

Malavika pulls up in front of their apartment, hesitant to go in. "How can I possibly go in there and face Tim, acting as though nothing is wrong, and nothing has happened?!?!" she thought to herself. She took multiple deep breaths, and told herself "You can do this, you can do this, you can do this!" then got out of the car and walked confidently into their house.

Tim was waiting for her at the front door, and ambushed her with an evening greeting-kiss. She wanted to head straight for the bathroom to brush her teeth and do mouthwash before Tim attempted his kiss, but it was too late. Tim had kissed her with Marco's dick still on her lips.

"I have great news!!" he told her.

"Can you follow me into the bedroom while I change and tell me there? I had a rough day at the bank and I want to get out of these clothes and into a hot bath ASAP," she said while walking toward their bedroom. When Tim arrived, she had already removed her skirt.

He was about to tell her the good news when he noticed something on her thighs. "What is this all over your thighs?" he asked while rubbing his hands across them, "It's like a hair gel or something."

Malavika knew exactly what it was. In her rush to get out of Marco's house, she neglected to take the time to clean his cum and lubricant off of her legs. She frantically searched for an explanation in her mind. "Ohh, uhhh...that's a new skin cream I am trying for dry legs. It does not absorb well into the skin, so I won't be using it again," she quickly told him.

"Oh, OK," he said. Tim chalked this up to the weird world of women's cosmetic products, and moved on.

"God!! What a stupid explanation!!" she thought to herself.

"So, about this good news," Tim said, changing the subject to her relief. "I called my bookie again, just about 10 minutes before you arrived, begging again to be allowed to have a payment plan," he told her, "and after hearing my story, he said it was my lucky day, and agreed to allow me to make weekly payments. The emergency has been averted!! I know I still owe the money overall...and I have a long way to go to make this up to you...and I swear to you that I will spend every day of the rest of my life making this right...but we are out of danger!" Yes, out of danger, but only Malavika knew the real reason why.

Tim embraced her and tried to kiss her in a celebratory fashion. Malavika moved her head to avoid his advances. He let go of her and said "I know you are still mad, and you should be. Just tell me what you need."

"I just need space right now. I just want to be alone and take a hot bath," she said annoyed.

"OK," Tim said, "I am here for you. Whatever you need, that is what I want for you."

Malavika walked past him to the bathroom and shut the door to continue undressing there to have some space to breathe. She started the bath water and finished getting undressed. When she took off her panties, she immediately noticed that the crotch was entirely soaked, which she knew, right away, was sperm and lube, just like on her legs. "Thank God that Tim did not notice this! He would have been suspicious for sure!" she thought to herself, "I have got to be more careful next time. He can never know about this."

Malavika got into the bathtub, and began to ponder her day. Now that she was home and alone with her own thoughts, everything was hitting her at once. She had saved the life of her love, while simultaneously doing the worst possible thing she could have done to him. As she reviewed the day in her head, the reality of having sold herself, and having whored what was precious to her, came rapidly crashing down onto her heart. This is what would have to be if she wanted to save Tim's life, but knowing this fact was not a comfort nor a relief from the intense guilt and self-hatred she felt for having allowed herself to be used by another person in such a way.

 

[hotaks]

A New Week Dawns

It's Saturday morning. The first day after having her heart ripped from her chest and stomped upon on the floor. Malavika awakened to the scent of food in the air. She dressed and went into the kitchen. Tim had woken up early and fixed an elaborate breakfast. All of her favorite dishes were present. As she entered the room, he immediately handed her a cup of hot coffee. "Just the way you like it", he said, "with extra cream and full of honey."

"Thank you," she muttered, with a groggy voice.

"Yesterday was such a relief for me. I woke up so energetic and hopeful that I felt inspired to prepare breakfast and remind you of how much you mean to me," he said gleefully. "I also did laundry this morning," he added, "your running clothes are clean, and over there with your shoes so you can get your morning run in after breakfast."

Tim and Malavika sat down for breakfast. He was in a talkative mood. Malavika was glad because she was not really in the mood to say much. A dark cloud continued to hover around her heart and thoughts. "And in additional good news," Tim informed her, "I managed to get three job interviews lined up for this week! After nearly two months of searching with no luck, good things are just suddenly flooding in. Things are really looking up."

"That's great honey," she said with a forced smile.

After breakfast, Malavika began helping Tim with the clean up effort in the kitchen. There was quite a mess there after such a monumental breakfast. "Just go for your run," he told her, "I got this. You really seem like you need it. It will help you release the stress from this crazy week."

"He's right," she thought, "but he has absolutely no idea how much he is right. I am barely holding it together." "OK," she told him, "maybe you are right."

She changed into her running clothes, and was about to walk out the front door when Tim told her "And don't forget this afternoon is my family's monthly get-together at my brother's house. Everyone will be there. My sister, my parents, nieces, nephews. It will be great!"

"Shit!" she thought to herself, "Shit! Shit! I totally forgot about this. How the hell am I supposed to get through a day like that feeling like this?!?!" "OK. I'll be back in a little bit," she told Tim.

"I love you honey," Tim told her.

She paused for a brief second and said "I love you too." But, this normally simple thing felt different somehow. It felt unclean. Saying it made her feel dirty. She left for her run hoping that it would clear her head.

Later that day at the house of Tim's brother, it was as overwhelming as she anticipated. She was greeted by hugs and smiling faces. People smiling, laughing, joking, talking about what they had been up to for the past month. This was normally something Malavika quite enjoyed. All the positivity and happiness. But her secret lingered in her mind. It created a barrier for her to enjoy this normally joyful experience.

"I can't take this," she told herself, "I need some help." She poured herself a glass of wine, and while no one was looking, she downed the whole thing, then poured another and returned to the group acting as if it were her first glass. As the moments went by, the wine was having its desired effect. It was numbing her nerves and making her more pleasant. It was the only way to make it through the day and to avoid the inevitable private questions Tim's family would have for him asking if she was OK.

The day rolled forward. In her numbed state, Malavika was able to converse with the people she loved and had known for years. She was able to maintain a facade of normality. Tim ran around the yard playing with his nieces and nephews. In that moment, she was able to forget things for a moment, and find a bit of joy. Her heart grew seeing this soft side of Tim and reminded her of why she loved him. He was a kind, gentle man. "Things are only bad temporarily," she told herself in her semi-drunken state, "Tim is my truth, and we have our future ahead of us. I just need to get through this difficult time."