Illicit Desires

Published on: 2023-06-25T20:58:18

He had never, ever looked at the maid with those kinds of intentions. But increasingly Sundar had found himself struggling with the way his body felt when she came in the morning and wished him in the morning. And then today happened.

Sundar was 72 years old and had daughters who were older than the maid. She was just a 19-year-old girl. She was a city-bred girl who had been to school till her 8th class and merely followed her mother's footsteps in working as a maid.

It started with the girl being indiscreet in managing her clothing so that one many occasions as she swept the floor near where he was sorting out his bills and papers.

She was all sweet innocence and had looked back up at him staring at her and smiled. "What, anna?" she asked laughingly, using the term for elder brother.

Sundar just shook his head and said, "Just do your work," and continued to look at her. And with that simple exchange she went back to her work and he went back to gazing at her breasts as they hung inside her loose top.

She was sweet, beautiful and dark. So it was with her breasts as far as he could see them, down the front of her dress. Her skin was uniform in its color, like deep rich chocolate. He watched them jiggle as she vigorously swept or swabbed the floor. He never wanted to see more. There was no inner wish to see her nipples. No secret desire for sex.

Just the simple pleasure of seeing this sweet, innocent girl and her firm, lovely body.

Mekalai, in her innocence, was unaware that her body was on display or indeed that Sundar anna was drinking in the sight of her young, lush body.

The contact increased in steps. One day it was hands touching as she handed him bowl of cut fruit. On another day it was her breast pressing against his arm as she reached across him to pick the day's newspaper to pass it on to Sundar's wife.

Finally, today happened. There was something about the day she had dressed herself today. The young man to whom she promised was in town and on such days Mekalai always seemed more radiant than ever. She was better dressed. Her eyes, always dancing had a special sparkle on these days.

And there was something a tad more sexual in her gait. There seemed to be a sway of hips not present on other days. And on this day, her actions as she swept and swabbed had a cadence that was decidedly sexual. It was as if, when on her knees, she could as well have been atop her fiancé, and her actions were of smearing herself on him -- not sweeping and swabbing.

Sundar felt the usual mild arousal and fascination with the young woman's body cross the usual thresholds. After years, he had an erection hard enough to satisfy a woman. He stretched out on his easy-chair and curled his toes, feeling the fresh, full feeling in his cock. A frisson ran through his upper thighs and he knew he needed to get up.

He could not afford for Mekalai to spot Sundar anna's hard on. And he was pointing upwards and hard -- there was no mistaking what was happening here.

Mekalai kept glancing towards to him as she did on all working days when she was in the same room as him. Sundar did not dare press down on his hard-on with his palm, as he would have liked to; she was sure to spot him.

One of the reasons Mekalai was easy around him and careless with her clothing was because Sundar maintained a strict decorum and the girl never felt threatened. Sundar was not about to blow that. He wanted this simple, enthralling pleasure of the feast for his eyes to continue.

Besides, was she not younger than his youngest daughter? And she called him 'anna' or brother, too.

He shivered as he wished he had not imagined her as any of those things. Then, perhaps like the exploits of his friend Suresh he too could have indulged in this girl. Suresh was his oldest friend and over the years, he had heard from Suresh of his sexual trysts.

In the younger years, Suresh's women were all older ones from his neighborhood. Now, in the recent years, they were all younger women. Sundar often wished he had Suresh's flair for this. He had never been able to figure out if it was his sense of decorum or his inability to organize the rendezvous. "I do not have the guts to make the first move," he thought to himself often.

Sundar got up from his easy chair and moved to the sanctuary of the bath. He sat down in the tub with his lungi on. His hand gently gripped his cock and he closed his eyes.

The image of Mekalai's smiling impish face, breasts showing flooded his mind. He needed nothing more to stroke himself. He did not want to think beyond in any case for he did not want thoughts about his daughters or the maid's age interfering with his pleasure.

He thought of those lovely breasts, imagining them to be creamy as warm chocolate would be on an ordinary Indian summer day. Just the thought of those treats and his hand ran up and down his rock hard shaft.

"Mekalai," he whispered, lovingly.

Sundar found his hips moving up and down and he grunted as he imagined himself fucking. No! Not Mekalai! Just a woman, any woman.

Every time he said "No" in relation to Mekalai his pleasure rose up quickly. It was not as if he needed to focus on her as the focus of his desires. Even thinking of her in the negative was enough.

"No. No. No," he repeated to himself silently as he imagined the young girl on top of him. He remembered those breasts jiggling and imagined himself exactly under them, his face in them. This time when he whispered her name there was urgency to it.

"No," he whined as he imagined himself reaching for the forbidden breasts. His cock reared up magnificently and he seemed ready to cum; except he wanted to prolong his desire. He slowed down.

"How will she feel if I sank into her?" he thought, methodically setting up a slow, steady rhythm.

Hot and bubbling? Or tight and resisting from being a virgin? He groaned as he felt his crisis rising in his cock. He vigorously pumped his fist wanting to feel pleasure and hopeful that he could stop before he came.

"No, I cannot want someone so young!" he told himself. He imagined himself nudging himself into her virgin pussy and initiating her to the feeling of hot hard flesh inside her. Would she call out to him as 'anna' (big brother) in her ecstasy?

He felt his cock lose some hardness as the conflict inherent in his desire showed its impact. He brushed aside thoughts of that.

He wanted to fuck her hard. "She must not be a virgin," he reasoned. Her fiancé was bound to have fucked her, going by the comings and goings when the young man was in town.

This thought allowed him to ram his cock harder through his clenched fist even as the fist became her cunt. He fucked her with abandon in his mind as his hand pleasured himself, as only a man knows how to pleasure himself.

"Mekalai!" he hissed as his cum spurted out and he gripped his cock harder, catching the flow in the cloth of his dhoti. He repeated her name over and over again. These were guttural groans of a man cumming in his woman's arms.

With one hand he pinched his nipple, as he felt desperate for the young woman's hot, young body. His other hand mimicked whatever he wanted to do in Mekalai's pussy. He stroked himself vigorously and he flowed till the cloth was soaked through and he felt his own cum on his hands.

It was not his nipple; he was twisting and pinching her nipple as he continued to thrash in his orgasm.

It was not his hand but her pussy sliding up and down his cock as he came in torrents. Could she take him in? All the way? And handle this vigor of fucking? Would it be her virginity or would it be the limits of her pussy's dimensions that might make her so tight? He was sure she would fit like a tight glove around his cock. As tight as his hand was on his cock right now…

"Mekalai!" he sobbed, wanting her so bad, right now, right here.

His cumming never seemed to stop as he drenched himself in cum. He wanted that to be the moment he was pressed hard against her, his pubic hair meshed with hers; his groin grinding against her groin.

As his cumming slowed to a dribble he imagined this to be the moment when his chest would come to rest on those tender, chocolate breasts.

"I will, I will!" he promised himself. "I will take her."

And then it was over. The pleasure receded and with it the intense need for the young woman.

He reflected on what he had just done.

"No need to feel guilty," he reasoned. "Whatever I did was in private. I did not actually fuck her." In fact, the sense of control he now felt told him he was doing the right thing. Else, he felt maddened enough with lust to take the girl aside and fuck her.

"She is out there doing her own thing and none the wiser," he told himself.

Actually she was not out there doing her own thing.

She thought she heard her name being called. She had opened the bath door when Sundar anna was at the height of his cumming. She had watched him repeat her name. She had watched him thrust pointlessly into where her pussy might have been.

She saw his clenched fist and imagined what was within, just as he had imagined her breasts and pussy. She saw the wet, sticky mess on the cloth in his hands. She felt her breasts swell and other feelings that scared and confused her.

Sundar sensed someone's presence. He turned around and saw Mekalai standing there, her mouth agape. Her face was flushed and her eyes were radiant as ever. Standing up, her dress was as modest as ever. But she was the same sweet, innocent Mekalai he had just fucked in his imagination.

In his hurry to pleasure himself he had forgotten to latch the door!

He was about to sit up when the young girl shut the door and left him to imagine and worry about what might happen next.

Mekalai had discovered something about Sundar 'anna' (big brother) earlier. The first time it happened only because she had collected the clothes basket earlier than usual. Sundar anna's lungi/ dhoti was there and her hand touched upon the wet, sticky area where Sundar had spent himself.

She spread out the cloth and saw the area where his cum was. She did not exactly know what that was but she knew it was something naughty and sexual. She wondered about whether it was that the cloth was used as a bed sheet by Sundar anna and his wife.

She didn't think they had a sex life there and she reasoned out that she was correct. Curiosity got the better of her and Mekalai touched the part where a wad of cum lay accumulated. She felt the slickness of the viscous fluid her mouth agape in fascination.

At 19, the young housemaid was a virgin. She had this young man from back in her village to whom she was promised. And she and he petted heavily. She had felt stirrings of desire and allowed him to caress her in places her body told her was linked to that desire. And on occasion he had been bold enough to hold her hand and press it to his erection. She had squeezed the hardness she felt through his trousers and noted both warmth and moistness seep through. Was that moistness this fluid she saw in the cloth before her?

Mekalai had grown to admire Sundar anna over the years for his cordial manner with the maid and his completely non-sexual demeanor. She had heard stories of the men of the house, young and old, seeking dalliances with the daily help. She had heard of other working women – also old and young - from her community willingly allowing themselves to be taken. (But what it did it mean to be 'taken'? She knew not.)

For some women it was one more source of pleasure. It had the added advantage of buying them privileges. Some others, less fortunate, obliged the masters for the privileges. For some it was the sexual pleasure, combined with the luxurious settings of a well kept house in contrast to their own living quarters.

And then there were some like Mekalai who avoided having anything to do with the houses where they worked, beyond their duty. Some worried about the ladies of the house. Some worried about the consequences for themselves. Some were just not the type.

And yet, almost all could relate tales of having been watched, given lecherous looks, touched inappropriately or propositioned.

Given all those tales, Sundar anna was an exception. In fact, Mekalai's mother felt completely safe leaving her daughter unsupervised at his house, including at times when she went away to her village for a few days. There were few places in a big city where a beautiful, luscious lass like her daughter could be safely left behind. It was partly the city, but it was also partly the girl, if the hot-blooded nature of the women from her community was anything to go by.

Her daughter was not like those others. Neither was Sundar anna.

This excellent working environment allowed Mekalai to be as free as free could be without any worries. There emerged an unspoken closeness between the 72 year old master of the house and the 19 year old maid of the house.

She never really took care to cover herself though she wore the more practical and work-safe 'chudidar', which is like wearing trousers with a top whose hemline reaches below or around the knees. The alternate traditional dress is the very sexy saree. A blouse that ends just below the breasts leaves the entire midriff open. The blouse itself could be tailored daringly.

The back of the blouse could be left completely bare as some of Sundar's daughter's blouses were. It left nothing to imagination as men gawked as the vast expanse of smooth skin, inviting to be touched and caressed.

The breasts could be confined tightly and the thinner material might clearly outline the breasts in all their glory, leaving nothing to be imagined about the position, shape or size of the nipples that topped them.

Simply simply cutting a low neckline to the blouse could also expose the upper slopes of the breasts. Depending on how a woman was built, that could show off lovely rising slopes, or deep-valleyed cleavages.

There are even blouses which have no side panels so that a lucky man might catch a glimpse of a bulge of breast, bursting through the confines of the blouse. There was something to a breast pushing at the limits of a garment. It reminds men of ripe fruit waiting to be taken.

And if the blouse itself was not enough, there was the diaphanous length of cloth, which forms the saree itself. It could cover everything – but it could also reveal it all.

And even if it covered everything, the part that covers the upper body could be allowed to fall at a very precise moment, bringing more allure to the woman.

The lower part of the saree brings eroticism to the visual experience by where it is tied. Tie it lower to show the curve of your hip. Arrange it to go below the swell of your belly so that your belly button is on display and men feel the urge to feel that swell of curvaceous belly.

Tie it still lower and tantalize the men with visions of your hip and your lower abdomen. "How much lower will reveal her pubic area?" a man might catch himself wondering.

And finally, one tug of the knot that held this all together and a shrug of the shoulder and the woman would be open to her man of choice. The blouse added to the seductive charm. The skirts could just be lifted up…

Like sun, clouds and the play of light on an undulating landscape below bring poetry to flow, so it is with the saree.

And for that precise reason it had given way to the 'chudidar' for the working woman.

So Mekalai was by definition modestly dressed. Within that, she never bothered to wear the chiffon sash around her chest to cover herself. She felt at complete ease around Sundar 'anna'. She leaned to work and treated Sundar to a feast for the eyes.

When she saw him looking, she laughed openly at him with an innocence that over time slowly warmed Sundar to the sexuality simmering just below the surface in their relationship. She was an alluring mix of innocence and impishness. She was warm with him and mischievous. There was nothing sexual about it, even though he was on many occasions actually observing her body.

And then one day Mekalai found his dhoti loaded with his cum. And then she started looking for it every time she took the wash basket out. Some days it had dried. On other days he seemed to have done something just now. But what had he done? She knew not.

She knew that the male organ swelled up in proportions as it did with her fiancé. She knew what it looked like and how different that part of the anatomy was for the two sexes. And there were many scenes in the movies that were sexually explicit in foreplay to give her a sense of how couples played with each other. But there were no scenes that actually showed the act. All of that was speculation and giggles between the girls in her group. Some knew more but would not let on lest they be branded promiscuous. Others knew less but wanted to know more.

And then came today. She thought she heard her name being called. She was busy organizing the dressing table and the lady of the house had gone to the market. In her spontaneous response as the maid in the house she had tried the door of the bath and it had opened.

There was Sundar 'anna' lying in the tub. He was in his dhoti but his hand was vigorously moving over his cock and his hips were thrusting up and down. He was moaning her name over and over again and she saw the wet spot appear on the dhoti. So this was how 'anna' messed up his dhoti. He jerked and convulsed, ignorant of her presence.

And then it was too late to hide what had happened. In instant she knew. That is the beauty of the human mind and of the primal instincts of the human. In one instant everything can go from fog to clarity. There was no script to what she knew now. It was just that a man entered a woman and with the same motions she had seen Sundar 'anna' engage in, emptied in her.

Sundar 'anna' looked up and their eyes met. In that instant she wanted to love him. Her chest throbbed and her breasts felt constricted. She shut the door to hide herself from him and him from her.

She had seen the mess in his dhoti so many times! Had he fantasized about her all those times? She wondered.

Her fiancé had never known a woman as far as she knew. Much of what he wanted from her could be put down to lust. But Sundar 'anna' seemed different. And what a man who had enough experience of the world wanted from her seemed special.

She was willing to love him. Like in everything else, he would probably be kind and teach her and she could be a better wife to her own fiancé. Her fiancé seemed more interested in the sexual aspects of their relationship and had promised that he would not bother with the quality of her cooking or housekeeping. Her mother too kept advising her to know the 'arts of a woman' without explaining anything more.

She felt her breasts flush with a rush of blood and her pussy warming with juices at the thought of letting Sundar 'anna' do whatever he wanted with her.

She retreated to her own cul-de-sac in the back balcony of the house and sat down. She could not imagine him being anything but tender with her. Suddenly, she wanted to lose her virginity to him – she knew it was the right way to lose it.

She wanted to show him more of her breasts than her dress allowed her to. She wanted to be touched and felt there. She often felt the need for her breasts to be sucked and wondered if 'anna' would do that for.

Only she did not want to call him 'anna' any more. But what else could she call him? Definitely not by his name! All other relationship names used by servants were blood relations of one sort of another. They ranged from elder brother to uncle through to father or simply 'elder'.

It was not those names that bothered her. It was the name by which she would want to call him when he filled that void between her legs.

Mekalai lay back and dreamed of Sundar 'anna' on top of her. This was not her hand under her top – it was his. It was he kneading her breasts and tugging at her nipples.

She slid her other hand down the pajamas and fingered her curls down there. This was his hand too. She closed her eyes and imagined the hand snaking down to her pussy was his too.

And while on another day just a few strokes of the pussy and perhaps a shallow thrust of her fingers might have been enough, today she raised her hips and hunching her back, tried to push three of her fingers all at once into herself.

This was he too, she thought, her breathing growing ragged. She had expected three fingers to stretch her but today they proved inadequate. She rammed them in harder but her own hand could not go too far.

"Sundar, anna!" she whispered as she fucked herself best as she could. It would not do. She was sure he was more filling than this. And if she was to imagine him, her cunt would have to be fuller than her three fingers could manage. She looked around and found a discarded fragrance dispenser. With its snub nosed cap and just-so thickness it seemed it would do the trick.

She raised her hips and wiggled the pajama lower down so she could spread her legs as wide as would be needed to get Sundar 'anna' in.

She brought the spent canister to her lips and ran the snub nose on her lips. It seemed cold and Sundar she imagined would be hot, hotter. She dipped one of her fingers and it went further than those pouted three. She finger-fucked herself fast with no satisfaction at all. She brought out the smeared finger and applied the juices to the head of her improvised dildo.

And she pushed it gently, and her hips thrust up more aggressively almost by reaction.

"Anna!" she called out, aching for him. The incongruousness of calling out to a lover as brother receded as the aches and demands of her body soared.

The slender canister slid deeper and with each sliding motion it became easier for her to fuck herself. Her throbbing cunt grabbed at the now slick steel contours of the canister.

Mekalai played with her breasts that she knew her Sundar 'anna' watched. In desperation to feel more pleasure she pinched and twisted her nipples.

The canister flew faster, in and out. The thrusts became shallow but furious. Twisting and turning she found an angle at which it seemed to do the most.

Her head tossed about in pleasure as she called out to Sundar anna again and again. Having got the angle right she slowed down so that she could push the canister as far as it would go. This was not the canister; it was Sundar anna's cock. Would he reach so far into her? At this point would not his weight be on her?

Oh, where was he! She mauled her young breasts in desperation as she wanted the man and now. The canister combined the angle and the depth of fucking. It seemed to create a wave inside her body.

She did not know what would happen next. She knew from the dhotis that a wad of cum spewed. What would happen to her? She did not know. But her instincts told her to drive on and build the wave up higher. To angle and depth she added speed.

The canister touched her many erotically charged spots. And at its depth spread her cunt out wonderfully. The stretched lips and walls added to her pleasure. And with the speed, the waves were not allowed to recede – they combined with each other and became a wave of waves.

That was how Sundar anna would fuck her, is it not? With speed the way his own hand had sped over his cock? That fisting would be provided by her cunt. That canister would be replaced by his cock.

They would fuck, 'anna' and she. The way she was fucking herself. And the hands on the breasts would be his. And then…

And then she exploded deep in her womb. Something gave. Her body thrashed and she called out, "Sundar, anna!"

As her pussy walls quivered she spent on the metal canister and it became slicker and of less use to her. After thrusting it in a few more times she cast it aside and put three fingers again, this time holding them slightly apart for her cunt was now used to a wider body. She allowed her bucking and thrusting body to hammer up onto the fingers. She deftly used them to touch herself and caress areas that seemed to need more touch than thrust.

With each shiver of pleasure she called out his name.

She now knew what it felt like when a woman came. She had never masturbated so furiously or vigorously and never before spent the way she had just spent.

Her body sagged from the release and she slowed down to toying with herself.

As sanity returned she thought of the all the chores she still had to finish.

She sighed. She was content with the release and unsatisfied from the wanting of Sundar anna. She looked around and saw the canister need washing – not from her cum but she seemed to have bled from the vigor of her actions.

She opened her eyes. And there was Sundar 'anna'. He had come looking for her, worrying that the girl had fled after spotting him in the bathtub.

It was his turn to close the door and leave.

She did not show up the next day and Sundar worried about it. First, Mekalai his 19 year old maid had caught him masturbating. Worse, she seemed to have noticed that he was fantasizing about her.

This had broken a past pattern of their interaction having no sexual overtones even though they engaged in banter and playfulness. After all, at 72 he was old enough to be her father and his own youngest daughter was older than Mekalai.

Soon after she had shut the door of the bath and fled from the scene he had got up and changed in to a fresh dhoti putting the old one in the clothes basket. This was the place from where Mekalai picked up clothes for wash and had first noticed the gooey mess Sundar left behind.

She knew it to be something sexual. At first she thought it was a sheet that had been used by Sundar anna and his wife during their sexual encounters. Then she felt they were both old for that. But with her relative inexperience she was not sure how so much of this clearly sex-related fluid could have come to be here.

She used to inspect his dhotis and had found dried patches, semi-dry patches and an interesting kind of fragrance around the cum.

The dhoti that Sundar had just discarded had more cum than any of the dhotis ever examined by Mekalai and that was because suddenly, that day Sundar had lusted for the girl and controlled it by masturbating to images of her and her smooth, soft (he imagined), chocolate (he knew) breasts.

In fact, while the old man did masturbate regularly, this time his erection was solid enough for a full sexual encounter – an erection of a hardness not recently experienced.

As he went looking for Mekalai to explain himself and apologize or excuse himself she was nowhere to be found.

And then he chanced upon her as she had upon him. She was in the little cul-de-sac where she usually retreated to coo to her fiancé. Except this time there was vigorous action as Mekalai used a discarded canister with a snub snout to fuck herself. She experienced a fullness of cumming that had never been experienced in all the petting by her fiancé.

And she too had hungered in her fantasy for the delightful old man with a wonderful sense of humor and a kind heart. At the height of her orgasm she had wanted his full weight on her, and not the canister but his hard cock in her.

She too had been shocked out of her post-release dreamy state when Sundar chanced upon her. She had been murmuring his name and she flushed deep with embarrassment. Luckily, Sundar anna did not confront her – he was hardly in a position to. He too had left as she had left the bath when she discovered him.

And now Sundar worried when the girl did not show up. His wife went about maintaining the pace of the house, cursing and fretting and when she could take no more, she asked Sundar to go find out where the girl was.

They stayed (Mekalai, her mother and sisters) not far from Sundar's place. He flung on a shirt atop his dhoti and went looking. He had been there before, transacting the business of passing on instructions from his wife at the door. He never had been in but a glance told him that it was neat if modest.

This time when he reached, it being the time when all the working class were in the houses of their masters and trades people were in the bazaar. At around 11.30 in the morning the area was comparatively quiet.

He knocked on the door and waited. You could never be sure. The whole family might have abruptly decided to go to their village or a temple festival or the hospital.

There was a scuffling sound which told him that someone was indeed at home. And then she opened the door – it was Mekalai. For the time since he had known her the girl smiled shyly. Shyness or coyness was not part of her character. Playfulness and mischief was.

Her face grew flushed as she saw him and she immediately dropped her eyes, not looking at him.

"Why did you not come today?" he asked, his eyes on her chest as it rose and dropped as if she had just come back from a sprint.

"Come in, anna," she replied.

He had never gone in before. And before he could think of what to do she reached out and grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him in. Mekalai shut the door and bolted it. She leaned back on the door and with her head down said, "I could not bear to come there today and look at you."

"Why?" asked Sundar. He glanced around and saw mattresses on onside, a pantry type kitchen on the other and many things he could recognize as having being given by him and his wife to this family.

"Because, because…" she stammered. And then she rushed to him and clung to his broad chest and broke into tears. "I would not have been able to see you without wanting to hold you, anna."

"Shh! That's okay!" soothed a startled Sundar. "You can hold me," he comforted her.

"Not there in front of amma," she sobbed, feeling the comfort of his chest in her face. She was referring to Sundar's wife.

Sundar rocked her gently and felt the firm, hard breasts pressing against his torso. Almost instantly, his cock had risen to its full proportions and he felt the discomfort of being constrained by his underwear.

"And then, you must not scold me for yesterday," she pouted. She looked up into his eyes, her own eyes sparkling through the dew of her tears on her eyelashes. She looked mischievous and demanding.

Sundar shook his head to indicate he wouldn't but could not think of what to say to this young girl.

"After all, you are my anna," she said, confusing him further by referring to him as the elder brother as she already did.

"What were you thinking about me?" she asked, clinging to him.

"When?" he asked.

"This is what I don't like about you!" she said in mock anger. "You keep making fun of me!"

"I may have many things to say depending on what it relates to," he replied, engaging in the kind of banter they normally engaged in at his house. "If you were referring to how the vegetables had been cut for lunch, I can tell you I could make out it was you because each piece was a different shape," he teased her.

"Anna!" she complained, beating her fists on his chest. He did not want that – it took her breasts away from his chest and he wanted to continue to feel them.

"Ok, now that it is resolved shall we go home?" he asked.

"And what about this?" she asked, dropping her hand to his crotch and feeling his erection with her palm, fingers pointing down. This was the kind of petting she had learned from her fiancé. She had never held a cock directly in her hand but through garments – as much as could have been done had been done. She felt the heat and the dampness and tried to find his contours but could not.

Sundar convulsed and held her to him tightly.

"Nothing, nothing," mumbled Sundar.

"How can it be 'nothing'," she whispered, her body aflame. She kept toying with his cock and now she kissed his broad comforting chest. Again from the experiences with her fiancé, Mekalai searched out his nipples and with her lips – not teeth- rolled them. Hard!

"Ow!" yelped Sundar. "What are you doing?"

He tried pushing her away but the girl held on to him firmly.

"Un huh," she said. "No. I will not let go."

"Mekalai, this is wrong!" groaned Sundar feeling his erection leak precum and making a mess where her fingers were playing. Soon she would feel the mess and he did not want that.

She did not answer. His reaction was true to form. That was her Sundar anna. She dropped to her knees and as she had several times with her fiancé, she kissed the protrusion under his dhoti, through the layers of clothing.

Sundar shuddered and his hand went to the maid's head. He held it briefly – indecisive. Then, gently he moved her away. She resisted and then went further in search of creating a turning point here.

She angled her head and searched with her lips to find the orientation of his cock. Her lips searched out the pillar and as she made her way, nibbling along the trunk and found the head, trapped as it was near the elastic band of his trouser pointing up.

As she had with his nipple, she clamped on the head on its side and she felt dampness seeping through to her lips. The taste and the smell were familiar. It was her Sundar anna as she had smelt on his dhotis after he had masturbated.

Desperately she searched for the top of his underwear with her fingers. She wanted to do what she had refused her fiancé enough number of times: take his cock into her mouth and love him.

She found the waistband and with no help – but no resistance – from Sundar she slid it down, freeing his cock from its prison. His dhoti was still on but at least she could see the cock spring free and tent the cloth. He was large. She opened her mouth wide and cloth and all mouthed him.

"Mekalai, no!" scolded the old man.

Cock in mouth, Mekalai shook her head in refusal, enjoying the springy movement of the cock.

"Once you ask you get, don't you know that from the way I work?" teased Mekalai, withdrawing her head from his cock. Sundar groaned. He could not decide what he wanted and what he wanted to stop.

Deftly she found the parting in his dhoti and lo! There was the object of her desire. Sundar anna's cock, proud, wet and throbbing. She was proud of it. She was proud about everything about Sundar anna, never missing a chance to point out to her mother, her sisters and indeed, Sundar's wife all the things she admired about him.

For her adoration of him, his cock did perfect justice. Sagging under its own weight, veins bulging, broad head – full of promise for the young maid. The only thing she worried about a wee bit was the thickness. Just yesterday a somewhat slender canister had posed a challenge. This was at least twice as thick.

She leaned forward and holding his scrotum in one hand gently as if in a saucer, with the other hand guided Sundar back into her mouth- which she had opened as wide as it would go.

She wanted to find out now what her fiancé would get out of this action he had demanded from her repeatedly.

Sundar groaned loudly in pleasure as he felt her small mouth become a wet sheath around his cock. "Mekalai, no!" he repeated, unwilling to match his words with actions to stop her.

She took in the smells noticing the musty smell of his skin, the mild fragrance of his precum that reminded her of the sacred ash they used in the prayer room. She noticed the lack of revulsion in her and tasted him as one would taste a new delicacy and get used to it. She also noticed how that contrasted with her remonstrations with her fiancé.

With him, too, she had the curiosity and desire to satisfy. But there was also a fear that the young man would want to go further and fuck her. With Sundar anna it was her desire to experience everything and then hopefully, Sundar anna would fuck her.

Her head bobbed as much as it would, limited by the space he occupied in her small mouth. When she had aroused him enough so he released a small quantity of precum, he found control and pushed her away, even as the girl swirled the offering on her tongue and tasted his juices.

"This is wrong," gasped Sundar, sinking to the floor next to Mekalai.

"But this is what you were doing yesterday," laughed Mekalai impishly.

"But you were not there!" argued Sundar.

"And that makes it okay?" asked Mekalai rejecting his logic summarily. She pushed the old man on his back and he lay there, dhoti now undone, cock in waving in the air and legs not able to spread for his underwear was around his thighs.

"Then lets do what you were doing yesterday," said Mekalai. She laid her breasts on his face and with one hand reached down to grasp his cock.

"From where did you get such impudence?" asked Sundar, convulsing again. Her hand was not quite large enough to contain his cock. But her hands, rough from work, brought him a distinct additional pleasure. Her hands were warm. And the touch of someone else sent shivers coursing through his body.

"To get something one must make efforts," teased Mekalai, quoting something he had often told her.

Sundar nuzzled her breasts. Her top was an obstacle.

Mekalai let go of his cock and sat up. Sundar groaned at being left alone.

"Look at the impatience," she said mischievous as ever. She leaned forward and kissing his cock repeatedly with a small "o" of her mouth assured him, as if talking to the cock, "we will be back soon," in the manner of a news anchor announcing a break.

She sat up again. Slowly, she raised her top, stroking her midriff, caressing her own breasts and making love to her own body as she slowly revealed herself to Sundar.

They did not tumble out. They were hard, firm and proud in the first place. Her own arousal had made them harder still. Her nipples stood firm and erect. She was ready for him to feed on. They were not small; but they were not large mammaries of an older woman. Sundar had never had opportunity to set his eyes on breasts which were somewhere between those that were merely budding and those sagging from the weight of maternity.

They seemed designed to feast upon, purely for pleasure. His pleasure.

She leaned forward and allowed her breasts to rest on his face as her hands reclaimed his cock. He kissed them tenderly, tasting the salt of the woman. When he focused on the nipples the saltiness gave way to sweetness and for the first time Mekalai was the one gasping in pleasure.

She watched him caress her with his lips as her hand methodically stroked his cock. Precum messed up her fist and she used it to lubricate the movement. It was slow, measured and graceful – the fisting. The focus was on how he was attending to her breasts.

He sucked one of them to the fullest it would go and then with his tongue he rotated the nipple. On withdrawing he allowed his teeth to run on her nipples. Mekalai shuddered and thrust down with her fist on his cock.

"Anna," she sighed. His arms came around her torso and he held her firmly, mouthing, tonguing, and feeding on the chocolate colored mounds. She was now wet with his saliva and she slapped his face with her breasts.

Sundar fumbled between her legs and Mekalai found it necessary to leave his cock unattended briefly. When he groaned she leaned forward and held him in her mouth as her hands shimmied her pajamas down. From his angle, Sundar found his thumb the most convenient and inserted it into her wonderfully wet cunt.

"Anna," groaned Mekalai. Sundar shifted a bit to insert his index and middle finger in and sawed in and out of her cunt. With his thumb he now searched for the place he expected to find her clit. Mekalai's hand was back on his cock and her breasts were in his face.

They grabbed at each other, sucking, fisting, pumping, licking and kissing.

Her fist was a mess with his precum. Her breasts were wet again with his saliva. His fingers were streaked with her juices. Sundar jerked his hips to the rhythm of her fist. Mekalai found her hips undulating to his fingers thrusting.

Mekalai now set a pace upon his cock, wanting to finish him. She leaned forward bringing her face closer to his cock and so her breasts were no longer within reach of his lips. He grabbed them, one in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them. His hands were able to just about contain each breast and she felt his sensitive touch send thrilling waves through her being.

His fingers gave her pleasure. The actions of his thumb on the top of her cunt made her squirm more. But as he continued to stroke her, his fingers felt less and less adequate. She pushed the thought of her own pleasure out of her mind and focused on him.

Her face was now close enough for her to kiss his cock every time its head reared up to her fisting down. She wanted him to cum and she did everything to his cock that she thought should make him cum.

She got a sense that a particular area near the head was where his finish would come from when he gripped her cunt with his fingers as it was, rather than fucking her with his fingers. Every time she stroked him there he seemed unable to control his own movements.

She focused on the erogenous zone at the head of his cock. He felt his cum boiling up. Oh how he wanted her! Her hands were magical! He wanted to sink into her. At the height of his pleasure he wanted her. But she was here! He could take her. Frantically, he pushed her away and sat up.

He pushed her onto her back.

She looked lovely, hair spread out on the floor. Her breasts were tight and firm, larger than most but not sagging for it. The nipples, which had just a few moments ago been nourishing him had lost some of edge that comes from being aroused yet unattended. His eyes moved down and he saw her belly with the gentlest of curves. And there, the thatch of black untamed pubic hair, glistening with the juices that had freely flowed.

He knelt between her legs and drank in the sight of her. His hands gently stroking his cock. He leaned forward and she held her hands up and firmly pushing his chest, said, "No, anna! This would be wrong."

Unable to answer her he reached for her pussy with the other hand. His fingers slid in again and he became more vigorous in his masturbation. He masturbated her and himself too. He nearly came but again, stopped himself. Leaning forward he kissed her breasts.

Mekalai stroked his hair as he did so, loving him. "Anna, I hope I did not offend you," she pleaded.

He did not reply. He trailed from her breasts with his tongue down past her belly button and sank his face between her thighs. He kissed her and with his tongue tip, played with her lips.

She gasped. Her master was kissing her between her legs! She felt hot, flushed and awkward.

"Anna, no need," she gasped. She did not say 'don't'. Her words implied he was returning her favor of mouthing him and he did not need to.

Sundar slid fingers in and fucked her with his fingers as his lips gobbled at her lips.

"Yah!" screamed the young girl. She had not even imagined such pleasure. She threw caution to the winds and humped his face, fucking him and groaning out in animal sounds.

Sundar's fingers changed angles. He curled them up and stroked her behind her clit with two fingers and his thumb was on her clit, now engorged, pushing out and fully accessible. Below his thumb he brought his mouth to suck on her cunt and tongue her incessantly.

The poor girl wailed helplessly as Sundar's expert manipulation of her cunt brought forth a shattering orgasm – a first for this virgin at the hands of a woman. And then to the surprise of both, she started to squirt as she banged against his face.

Sundar tried to hold on to his focused stroking during this stormy orgasm. His other hand on her belly told him that she was all aflutter within.

An amber, unnamed fluid drenched his face. Sundar paused in his exertions only to find Mekalai jamming her pussy into his face and coaxing his fingers on.

She rocked and thrust against his face, pleading him not to stop, calling out to Sundar, to 'anna,' 'amma' – as if to her mother and wailed with pleasure through the orgasm.

When she was spent she collapsed. She lay there shaking her head in disbelief, looking down at Sundar anna, still between her legs but his head was now turned towards her. HE was drinking in the sight of the young woman's pleasure. She had been wild and untamed in her cumming.

He had done all this before. But never seen a woman climax thus. It was, again, something new for him.

Mekalai gazed down at him in fascination wondering how she could return this awesome favor.

She lay there exhausted and exhilarated -both at the same time. The orgasm, her first orgasm, in her very first intimate moment with a man, the first time it had gone beyond petting, was a high.

Mekalai knew she had poured out on Sundar anna but she did not know what the flow was. It could not possibly have been anything unpleasant for Sundar anna had continued to lap at her, and smeared himself with her juices.

She had throbbed and thrust herself into his mouth with the fucking-like motions of her hips. With his incessant ministrations she had come copiously.

The 19 year old virgin had limited experience with men – the only other man in her life being her fiancé back at the village. And now this man, the 72 year old master of the house where she worked as a maid.

She looked down past her breasts at the man looking up at her, his face glistening with her juices. Just a few minutes ago she had denied him his deepest desire to plunge in to her. And just minutes later he had pleasured her in a manner she had never heard of, from either her friends or fiancé.

Who ever thought a man might bury his face in a woman's pussy? Who ever heard of cunts exploding in orgasms without a man having put his cock to work and fucked the daylights out of his woman? Who ever heard of a man wanting to fuck but agreeing to find other ways of pleasure because the girl was hesitant?

She was in complete awe of this man now. Old enough to be her father he had the patience, sense of humor and gentleness of an infinitely patient lover. Though she called him anna, which literally meant elder brother, he pleasured her in a manner that befit a lover.

His passion and his strength belied his age but his imagination and experience clearly was borne of experience.

She got up and clung to him, offering him her breasts again. Her eyes wandered to his crotch and she saw his cock, still erect if somewhat flaccid. As his lips closed in on her breasts again and he sucked on her as if he was the younger one, she saw the reaction on his cock which swelled up again to its fullest.

The euphoria in her insides gave way to aching desire. Yes, she had come like a slut, but she had not felt his fullness in her. Her cunt yawned open and ached to be filled. She had thrashed but not against the weight of his body and not against that manly chest.

She needed him. And she needed to repay him too, for the fantastic orgasm he had gifted her.

If this was sex and this was the pleasure it delivered she want lots of it. And she had two men from whom to take it. For now she had to complete something.

She pushed Sundar on his back.

"Come, lets do what you want," she said to him, leaning over him. She allowed him one more nibble of her teats, then she slid down his body, rubbing her breasts over his chest. She kissed him fulsomely on his lips, tasting her own fluids on his now drying face. She nuzzled his tummy and going further opened her mouth to wet him fully wither saliva. She briefly bobbed on his cock with her mouth and shivered as she decided she needed to feel how that felt in her cunt.

She moved over him and positioned her crotch over erect cock, waving in the air.

"This is it, isn't it?" asked the novice of the master.

Their hands joined and together they guided his cock to her cunt. Mekalai controlled the moment, slowly taking him in. She had stretched herself as far as she would go but the spreading of her legs was not the same as the spread of her narrow, virgin cunt. It could widen only so much without penetration and it was at its limit.

She let herself down and again found herself calling out, "Anna!" as the cock spread her to her limit. The masturbation session with the canister aside, her earth shattering orgasm of moments ago aside, she was still a virgin and her pussy did not let her forget that.

Mekalai struggled with the sharp pain she felt as the pussy widened the best it could. Sundar's cock was unrelenting and he felt indescribable pleasure at the tightness of her cunt. He gasped as he felt the tight glove of her pussy ride down on him. Her fluids were watery from all the recent spewing and not good enough to smooth his passage.

He grunted as cock and cunt battled it out. Mekalai fell forward and rested her hands on his chest holding herself up – delaying the descent.

"Anna," she gasped. "You must help. Only you know how to do this," she stuttered. Pain receded and pleasure ballooned as the cunt walls released new juices to ease the friction. She shivered as she felt another crisis of pleasure. She felt her cunt was going to explode again.

Sundar nodded to her wordlessly. He too needed to go deeper. He was barely inside her and the girl seemed to be able to take no more. He needed more. But she was impossibly tight and he did not want to hurt her nor himself in the effort to gain further entry.

He looked up at her; she was radiant in her new found pleasure and experiences. He caressed her hard, firm breasts more than once. Then, with a vigor not easily seen in a man of his age, the 72 year old sat up. He had great physique that would do a man any age a world of credit. She felt his taut stomach muscles and firm body against her as he sat up. He held her thighs and pulled her legs around so that she now sat astride him.

Their chests were pressed hard against each other and she loved the hard manly chest cushioned by her own taut body and breasts. Their nipples touched and she sizzled with pleasure at that.

"Anna," she whispered. looking deep into her eyes the experienced old man gently raised his knees ever so slightly. It lifted her off his cock and they lost some of the already little penetration they had achieved thus far.

But the withdrawal brought movement and the movement brought pleasure. Mekalai sucked her breath in. "Careful, anna!" she said spontaneously.

"No, I am going to tear you asunder," teased Sundar. But he only let his knees down gently. There was hardly any penetration and virtually no reclamation of lost territory.

From here, Sundar took hold of her full, plump buttocks in his hands. As he rocked forward he slid towards her. But she slid along with him and gently he prised a little more of her open.

"Ah!" exclaimed the girl. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her head as thrust back and her breasts jutted forward toward him. And now when he pulled her inward, his strong hands impelled her on to ride over his cock.

She shuddered and sobbed, "Anna, careful!"

But Sundar had just crossed the line at which he could keep his own desire in check. He thrust forward letting her slide back so that she did not get impaled on him fully. But he was in a little more.

The girl grunted as she spent on his cock immediately, triggered by the deeper reach. The broadness of his cock had spread her and now he was deeper in her. She looked down at their union and saw the slick pillar of flesh slide. There was at least half as much to go.

She raised herself on her haunches to try control the invasion. She was worried about what she saw was still outside her pussy. But what was within was delivering her indescribable pleasure.

As she raised her haunches, she left more of him out. Sundar raised his knees raising her even further. He cared not whether she was slick enough to allow for a harder drive into her - a little harder, a little deeper. He was beyond caring, for the moment.

Sundar anna surprised her by dropping his knees fully and letting her slide down on him. She could not control her fall. The searing shock of his hard ramming caused her to draw blood on his shoulders with her nails as she screamed his name out. The blinding flash of pain was followed by the rush of another orgasm.

Her thighs quaked as she released on him, sobbing his name over and over.

"Anna, take care of me, take care, take care," she begged. And contrary to what she was begging of him to do, she raised herself because her body was screaming with her orgasm and needed to feel the caress of cock inside her so she could beat against it in her cumming.. With complete abandon, preferring pleasure to care, she thrust herself as far as it would go and pulled back and thrust, again and again and again.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she exulted, thrusting and taking the pain that came with the pleasure. She had clearly taken in more of him. She looked down to see his cock completed coated in her cum; but still some of him was outside her.

"More, more, give me more anna," she begged him.

Strong as he was, Sundar surprised Mekalai by rising to his knees, her ample bottom still in his clasp. She fell back and held on to his shoulders. Kneeling thus, he had full control of her body.

"You," she laughed at him. "Always full of surprises for me. How so?" she asked admiringly.

Sundar grunted as he pulled her up onto him. Even though she was yawning open, within she was tight in how she gripped his cock. He slid her on and off, his hands in complete control. He took no more of her than she had already accommodated. But he gave her no less. It was a cadenced, precise round of fucking and it gave him immense pleasure .

He manipulated her exactly over his cock and shuddered as he felt tremors of an orgasm beginning.

Mekalai twisted and thrust trying to get more of him in. "Give me more, anna" she begged.

But Sundar knew what he was doing. Laying her back on the ground slowly he came on top of her. She dug her nails into his chest and unmindful of the pain it might cause raked his chest.

Hands by the side her head and body off her, except for his cock, Sundar thrust forward hard and full.

"Ayyoh!" screamed the girl. In one thrust, Sundar anna had split her wide open and his cockhead reared into her womb. He pulled back and thrust in again.

The girl writhed and twisted on his cock as she felt herself speared. He had torn her apart surely!

She clutched at him and sobbed, "You are killing me, anna!"

"Take it my dear. You wanted more isn't it?" he taunted her, thrusting mercilessly.

She nodded and through clenched teeth said, "Yes but this is more than I can take. Oh ma!"

Perspiration dripped from Sundar's face onto her breasts. He stopped his fucking to tease her.

"No, no, no!" she babbled. Her hips thrust up at him and she tried to take him in. She reached for his buttocks as he had reached for hers. She pulled at him and thrust upward.

Sundar laughed and pull back.

"Go, anna!" she pouted beating at his chest with her fists, her legs akimbo and spread side inviting.

"Come on, fuck me!" she commanded him in the tone of voice she used when asking him to clear out of a room that she was due to clean.

And fuck her he did. Hard. She slid up the floor moving by as much so that the cock made no deep penetration.

"Oh no!" she cried out. He thrust again and they continued to slide. Finally, she put her hands above her head and held the wall above and behind her head so that she could not move back anymore.

Desperate to get deep again Sundar thrust harder than ever. This time Mekalai did not slide away and their hips met in a collision that took her breath out.

"Ayyo. Amma!" she exclaimed. Their pelvic bones touched. Her womb felt full. There did not seem to be space for even a wiggle. She was full of him. He was embedded in her.

"I want to see,: she announced, propping herself up on her elbows and looked.

"Show me you inside me" she pleaded. Sundar thrust forward and held himself there.

"Yes," she gurgled. "Now you are properly in me." She looked at where they were joined. She only see a glistening mass of coarse hair – his and hers tangled. His cock was indeed deep in her.

Pleasure coursed her being where pain had once dominated. She thrust back at him as he thrust into her. The tightness in her cunt had the effect of bringing him to boil again. Mekalai," he announced, warning her of his impending orgasm.

"Yes, anna, finish in me. Finish in the way a man does," she encouraged him not knowing any better words to express what she felt.

He held back briefly so that his thrust timed with his need for orgasm. Not understanding the nuance of the male orgasm the girl impatiently thrashed, trying to get him in. She could barely take a moment's vacantness.

He held her down by her belly and brutally controlled the timing and depth of his thrusts to suit his upcoming orgasm.

Mekalai felt herself thrust apart and her thighs ached from the pounding he was giving her. Her cunt felt limp and yet it seemed to have a life of its own as she came in torrents.

She gripped the furniture nearby and placing a hand on the wall behind her thrust herself back at him.

""Do me, anna, do me. I am ready to take you, fill me!" she pleaded.

The words added to the moment and Sundar jerked randomly at first. Then he thrust deep and held there- his cum spewed and for the first time the girl felt the spilling of a man into her womb. Warmth spread through her womb as the large quantity of semen filled her completely.

And then one more pull back and thrust. She nearly fainted from her own pleasure. Sundar was superb at timing his thrust to his releases. He knew how to get the best of an orgasm for himself. The young woman simply clung on to the rampaging man for her dear life as her body was wracked with infinite cumming.

And one more pull back and thrust. This time, he held in there for longer and clenched his buttocks. He emptied into her once more and the cock head reared up in her womb at the clenching. She gasped as she felt the cock distinctly mark its presence inside her.

Tears flowed as the girl gratefully accepted the old man's cum. She threw an arm around him and climbed onto him. She dug nails into his back. She thrust feeling the gush of his cum pour out as she unplugged herself. And she thrust back too.

They came together.

What had started as gentler, considerate lovemaking had ended in an animal copulation.

The animalness was replaced by a slowing down as his erection flagged, having given up all that it could have to that woman.

She sighed contentedly and they slumped together on the floor, where they fell into slumber.

When he awoke, she was looking at him lovingly.

"Bad man, anna!" she teased him. "I am like your daughter you know?" she chided hi playfully.

She lay there, across from him exactly where she had lain when sleep overtook both of them. Her hair was tousled and her breasts jutted out as they always had. He felt his cock stir at the sight of her lying like this, one leg up.

Between those legs was that wondrous cunt of hers – a tight sheath perfect for his orgasm.

Impossibly, at the thought of her pussy his cock grew to its full proportions again.

"Do you want to see how bad I can be," he asked.

"What more can you do?" laughed the girl, unknowing and innocent.

He moved closer to her and turned her around on her stomach. Innocent as ever, Mekalai allowed him to do this for to her mind, if she was not facing him there was nothing sexual to what was to come.

He slapped the back of her thighs till she had them spread. And before she could realize what was happening he had mounted her, his cock wedged between her ass cheeks.

"Anna!" she cried out, alarmed. He reached under and pulled her tummy up so that her ass was jutting up in to the air. Reaching for his cock he guided it to her cunt.

And the unsuspecting girl found herself grabbing the wall for support again as he thrust into her from behind.

"What is this anna?" she begged him. "Stop. This is animal."

"Yes," he grunted in agreement. His cock rammed her pussy this time mercilessly as he plunged in. "It is animal. It is not me, girl. It is you. You are a woman to take and tame!"

Mekalai found the angle completely different and touched her in different places. But the tightness and the stretch needed to accommodate this monster of a cock was unchanged. She spread-eagled herself to give him more access.

An immediate orgasm seemed imminent and when Sundar reached under her to grip her breasts she convulsed in orgasm. He had difficulty keeping himself inside her when she flailed like that.

But holding her breasts hard, he rode her like she was a bitch and he a stallion.

Fucking a woman from behind always made him cum real quick and the quickness of his orgasm was the only mercy he was willing to show the girl.

"Is this enough?" he taunted her.

"Yes," she sobbed. "Stop, I cannot take more," she wept.

He thrust forward as his own climax approached and when he pulled back he came out of her completely.

"No," she screamed in desperation, not able to take the vacuum in her pussy. Sundar's head flailed as he started to cum and lost control of himself and the first shot of cum was not inside her. Mekalai turned around in a quick move and covered his cock with her mouth, hand lovingly stroking his member.

She let her mouth become the sheath of pleasure for him and her hand worked him to release every drop of his seed. Her pussy, virgin just a while ago was now sore from his mercilessly pounding.

She held on to his cock and mouthed him to a complete orgasm. For his part Sundar held her head and rocked into it, filling her mouth with his cum.

It was a short, sharp orgasm and still, Mekalai had trouble managing a full mouth. His cum dribbled down her chin and messed her up.

Sundar held the wall and holding Mekalai's head rocked gently into her mouth unendingly. Mekalai marveled at how much he came and allowed him to use her mouth.

If in the first round of fucking they had graduated from gentle to animal, in this round they had transcended from warm sexuality to purely physical, lust driven fucking.

Sundar stopped only when his cock had fully receded to a stub of flesh, which Mekalai lipped in and out of her lips in a series of plopping sounds.

She marveled that the monster that had plundered her twice with such rapacious vigor was now a small blob.

She reached for Sundar's dhoti and wiped her mouth clean on it. She knew a lot more about what she had seen in the washing basket she reflected.

She looked up at him. To him she looked ever more radiant.

"Happy?" she asked, a little girl again, the way she had on so many occasions asked whether he was happy with the tea she had made for him.

He nodded. "You?" he asked.

"Thanks anna!" she replied. She stood up and wrapped the dhoti around his waist and said, "My limbs are caching and I don't think I can walk properly after the way a man I know pounded me. Can I come to work tomorrow?" she asked with a pout.

"I don't mind that," he replied. "But it would be fantastic if you were at home tonight like you have been so many times in the past!"

"Go, anna! What can you do now with this," she asked reaching below and searching for his little blob.

She was shocked to find it was on a rebound.

"Go, anna!" she said laughing and pushed Sundar out into the harsh sunlight of the afternoon outside.

It was his lunch time. Nearly two hours had passed and he was going home without the maid. He had a lot of explaining to do.