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Day 2
I woke up early the next day and took a shower. Last night, I had to shower for 30 minutes to wash off all the sticky cum from my body. I took another long shower this morning and went downstairs for breakfast.
Electricity had returned early in the morning. But it was still very hot. So, I decided to heed Jeetukaka’s advice. Before going downstairs, I changed into a nighty (nightgown) and did not wear any bra or panties.
Breakfast was ready. I greeted Jeetukaka with a “Good morning!” He greeted likewise. He was wearing another lungi and vest today.
While having breakfast, I noticed that he was staring at my boobs and the impression of my nipples visible from under the nighty. To distract him, I asked, “Where is your room, Jeetukaka?” He replied, “On the roof, right above your bedroom.”
As I finished breakfast and began to go to my room upstairs, Jeetukaka said, “I am going to take a bath now. Lunch will be at 1.00 pm.” I went to my room, called my parents and talked to them, chatted with a couple of friends, and texted my boyfriend.
I kept thinking about last night’s incident and started feeling restless. My restlessness increased my curiosity. I decided to go to the roof to check on Jeetukaka. Let’s see if he has finished his bath.
Wearing the same nighty (and nothing else underneath), I climbed the stairs to the roof. And stood frozen at the door at what I saw.
There was a tiny room in the middle of the roof with a small kitchen and a smaller bathroom. Standing in front of the bathroom – on the roof – was Jeetukaka.
He was buck-naked! There was a big bottle of Parachute coconut oil lying at his feet. He was oiling his body, standing under the sun.
For the first time, I saw Jeetukaka fully nude in broad daylight. Last night, it was under the dim light of the lantern. This time, the hot sun was shining right above his head.
His oil-covered black cock was also shining under the sunlight. It was half erect. His large hairy testicles hung low between his legs, moving left and right as he massaged himself.
This man was not very tall – about 5 feet 8, but he was built like an ox. Tree-thick arms and legs, big round belly, large hips. And he was hairy. His chest, belly, shoulders, arms and legs were covered in dense black curly hair. His back and even his hips had excess hair.
But the thickest growth of hair was between his legs – his pubis and testicles – something my boyfriend did not have. (He had clean-shaven balls and a crotch).
Suddenly, Jeetukaka’s gaze fell on me. For a moment, he stood speechless. I stood frozen too. Then he turned towards me.
“Chhoti Rani, do you need anything?” he asked, without trying to hide his nudity.
“No, I just wanted to check on you,” I replied, turning away towards my room.
“Come here for a moment,” he said.
I walked towards him, not sure what he had in mind. I was not sure what I had in mind, either. But I felt wet between my legs.
“Would you mind rubbing oil on me?” he asked politely.
No, I nodded my head. I won’t mind. I decided to play along and poured oil from the bottle on my palms.
“Rub here,” he pointed to his half-erect dick and balls.
“What if someone sees us?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. Nobody will get on the roof in this heat. Also, our house is the tallest in the neighbourhood. Our roof cannot be seen from neighbouring rooftops,” he assured me.
I knelt before him and rubbed oil on his rod with both hands. My knees were on the floor, and my cleavage was visible from his point of view since he was standing.
“I see you have not worn anything underneath,” he smiled and stared at my cleavage.
“Yes, I followed your advice,” I replied. Then quickly added, “It’s indeed very hot. Why are you standing under the sun?”
“I stay on the roof. My room is here. The bathroom is here. So, I apply oil here,” he said. His body was now covered in oil and sweat. I had started sweating too.
In a few minutes, his black rod became hard and fully erect. I kept pumping it with both hands. The veins on his cock were bulging out, and it felt like a thick iron pipe.
I pulled back the foreskin and exposed the pink head of his dick. It had that nasty stinky smell of last night. And there were sticky white deposits on it, probably leftovers of last night’s cum.
“Yew! Jeetukaka, it’s so dirty! You have to wash this,” I said in disgust.
“I apply oil daily,” he replied, “Just as you are doing now.”
“Not oil,” I protested. “Oil is making this white deposit stick. This has to be cleaned with soap and water.”
“Ok, you do it. Soap is inside the bathroom.”
I got up, went inside the bathroom, took a bar of soap and a mug of water, and knelt in front of him again.
I rubbed a lot of soap on my palms, applied it to his dick, and cleaned the head thoroughly. It took 5 minutes, but it looked neat and clean when I poured the mug of water on it.
“See, how nice it looks now? Smells better, too,” I told him.
“Soap makes my skin dry. I prefer oil,” he replied nonchalantly.
Of course, you do, you primitive beast, I thought.
I applied soap on his balls and rubbed and cleaned them too. They were so heavy that it felt like I was lifting 2 big coconuts.
“Why are these so heavy?” I asked him like a curious child.
“Because of what’s inside them,” he answered naughtily.
“What’s inside them?” I immediately realised how stupid this question was, but he replied anyway.
“Keep doing what you are doing, and you will soon find out,” he smiled.
I know. I saw that last night. Nobody had ever bathed me in cum as he did the previous night.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked. “My boyfriend is less than half your age – my age, to be precise – but his dick and balls are much smaller than yours. His semen is very thin and watery too. Not as thick as yours. What’s your secret?”
He kept quiet for a few seconds and replied, “It’s sad that a young guy like that has watery semen. The size of the dick does not matter. It can vary from person to person, depending on height, age, and body structure. But a man’s semen should be thick and plenty. The thicker it is, the more seed it carries.”
I was surprised at his words. Seemed like words of wisdom from a less educated man who was neither as sophisticated nor as refined as my boyfriend was.
“So, what’s your secret?” I asked again.
“What secret? I don’t know,” he replied. “I eat simple food, don’t smoke, don’t drink, massage oil every day. Is that the reason? I don’t know.”
“Ok,” I was disappointed that there was no secret.
“Could be desi ghee,” he suddenly remembered. “All my food is cooked in desi ghee.”
“Desi ghee? Oh no! It’s bad for the heart,” I said.
“Bad for heart, but good for semen,” he corrected me. “Desi ghee increases seed production in a man.”
Is that why Jeetukaka has such heavy balls? Desi ghee? He also has a huge belly, which must be due to desi ghee too. Does not sound like an ideal choice.
“Jeetukaka, give me your razor and shaving cream. I want to shave your bush,” I told him.
“What? Why?” he was shocked.
“It looks like a jungle,” I replied, tugging at his dense pubic hair. “And it stinks. It’s unhealthy.”
A few strands of his pubic hair got uprooted and stuck to my fingers as I tugged at them. “See? What a mess!” I showed him.
“No,” he replied with force. “I cannot do that. It’s shameful. Men are supposed to have dense hair down there. City folks might be doing it, but here in the village, it’s not allowed.”
I realised there was no point arguing with him. He had his old-fashioned ideas of masculinity. I changed the topic.
“Ok, let me shave then,” I told him. “My hair has started growing down there. And it itches.”
“Yes, you can,” he agreed immediately. “Women look better with shaved private parts. Especially young city girls like you.”
He went into his bathroom and came back with a mug of water, a tube of shaving cream, a shaving brush, and a plastic twin-blade razor.
“Mirror? I need a mirror,” I told him.
“Mirror is fixed to the wall of the bathroom. The only handheld mirror is in your bedroom,” he replied. “No need to go downstairs. I will shave you.”
I looked at him in surprise. He had lust in his eyes and a dirty smile on his lips. His naked oil-covered dong was stiff as a pole, and his balls looked full of cum.
“Ok,” I replied shyly. “Nobody has shaved me before.”
Actually, I used to wax my pussy and ass, but I did not mention it since he would not understand ‘waxing.’
“I will do it properly. You will see,” Jeetukaka brought a bedsheet from his room and spread it on the floor in front of me. “Take off your nighty,” he said.
“Is that necessary?” I asked. “I am not wearing anything underneath.” I pulled up the nighty to my waist to show him.
His eyes gleamed on seeing my bare cooch. But he said, “Your nighty will get dirty. You and I have oil on our hands. Let me take it off.”
In one quick motion, he lifted my nighty, pulled it over my head, and threw it on the bedsheet. I was now standing stark naked in broad daylight on the roof. Jeetukaka’s eyes were filled with lust now. I felt shy about my nudity.
“Lie down on the bedsheet, on your stomach,” he ordered. “Your back should be up.”
I lay face down on the bedsheet. My back was now exposed to the sun.
“Raise your hips,” came his second command. My heart started beating rapidly. What was he planning to do? Hesitantly, I raised my butt but kept my legs closed.
My face, boobs and hands were on the bedsheet, facing downwards. My waist and butt were raised upwards, supported by my knees.
“Spread your legs,” came his third order.
I hesitated. It felt indecent to spread my legs with my hips up. I parted my legs slightly. He knelt between my legs and grabbed both my legs with his hands. He spread them wider – my left leg with his left hand and my right leg with his right hand.
His face was in between, right above my asshole. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then I felt his breath on my pussy. He was sniffing! Again!
“What are you doing?” I asked annoyingly. “Why are you always sniffing around?”
“It smells so good,” he replied unashamedly. “I have never smelt such a fresh and clean cunt before. Village girls don’t have such sweet-smelling shaved cunts.”
His vulgarity shocked me. I have known this man all my life. Never knew him to be a pervert.
“You have really grown up, Chhoti Rani,” he said. He pressed my pussy lips together with his fingers, closing the opening. Moisture immediately started dripping from those lips. “You have a swollen wet cunt. The wettest I have seen in my life.”
Before I could react, he had started licking my pussy lips with his tongue. In a few seconds, I forgot everything that he said. His licking transported me to another world.
He licked my pussy on the outside, then opened the hole and stuck his tongue in. I could not control myself and started moaning loudly. My juices started flowing freely. I kept getting wetter and wetter as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside my hole. And the noise of slurping increased, as did my moans.
On the roof, under the hot midday sun, in the middle of a severe heat wave, Jeetukaka tongue-fucked my pussy hole for what seemed like hours. I climaxed at least thrice and sprayed my juice all over his face, nose and lips.
When he finally stopped, my legs were shaking. I could not keep my butt raised anymore. My legs collapsed in exhaustion, and my body was covered in sweat. I looked at him. His face was also covered in sweat and my white juices.
He licked his face, wiped off the juice from his nose and cheeks with his finger, and put it in his mouth. He seemed to relish it, like an ice cream on a hot summer day.
He let me catch my breath and regain my composure. After a few minutes, he said, “Ok, let’s shave. Raise your hips again.”
“Oh no, not again. Not today. I am exhausted,” I pleaded with him.
“Don’t worry. It will be over in a few minutes. I will not do anything except shave you. I promise.”
Reluctantly, I raised my hips again. Then spread my legs. Jeetukaka took shaving cream on the brush, dipped it in the water mug, and started applying it on my ass.
Round and round, he moved the brush directly on my butthole. The hairs on the brush tickled my butt till a rich foam lather formed. He rubbed the brush on my pussy, too, tickling me there too. Both my ass and pussy were now covered in shaving cream.
Jeetukaka ran the plastic razor on both sides of my asshole and brought it before my face to show me. It had tiny hairs of my ass mixed with shaving cream. He then ran the razor downwards on both edges of my slit and reached further down to my pubis.
It was over in less than 5 minutes. My cooch, pussy, and ass were all shaved clean.
“Your bald holes look beautiful,” admired Jeetukaka as he poured coconut oil on his palms. Then he started applying oil on the shaved areas.
“What’s this obsession with oil?” I got irritated. I was already covered in sweat, lying naked under the hot sun, and he was rubbing oil on my holes!
“You are obsessed with oil and sniffing,” I told him as I tried to get up.
“It’s good for your sensitive areas, especially after a shave,” he replied, pushing me back on the bedsheet. My face was down this time, but my hips were at ground level, not up.
He spread my legs further, took position between them, and spread my ass cheeks with his fingers. He rubbed oil inside the crack of my ass, hips, and asshole. Then he inserted his middle finger straight into my asshole. Slightly. But I jumped up.
“Enough for today. Let me go,” I told him, “I have to shower now.”
“Later. First, let me clean your holes.” Saying this, he pushed me down again and reinserted his middle finger in my butthole. Slightly more this time.
“Ouch! No, not there,” I tried to protest. But his oil-covered finger entered a few centimetres inside my oil-drenched asshole easily. It did not hurt terribly, but it felt odd being touched there.
Nobody had violated my asshole till then. Not even my boyfriend. Jeetukaka was the first man to finger fuck my asshole that day under the scorching midday sun.
He kept pushing his finger slowly, very slowly. Slightly more inside with each push. He moved his finger around my butthole as if searching for something.
I closed my eyes. A slightly more pleasurable feeling replaced the initial discomfort.
Within minutes, my pussy got wet with desire. Sensing this, he inserted his oil-covered thumb inside my cunt. And started slowly pushing it inside. I now had 2 fingers inside me – his middle finger inside my asshole and his thumb inside my pussy.
“Your holes are so tiny!” he said lustily as he started pushing his fingers alternately. My white juices were flowing freely out of my sloppy cunt onto the bedsheet. The pressure was intense, so I started wriggling and shivering.
“You are wriggling like a fish!” he said.
A dirty ‘poch poch’ sound started coming from my holes whenever he pushed his fingers inside.
“Please stop. No more,” I begged him with my eyes closed. Getting fingered in both holes at the same time was new to me. It was too much!
“Ok, I will stop under one condition,” he said. “I will carry you on my cock all over the house.”
“What?” I asked in semi-consciousness. Did not understand what he meant.
He pulled out his fingers from my holes and turned me over to face him. I was now lying on my back facing him.
“You will sit on my cock. Take it inside you. And I will carry you like that and roam around the house,” he said.
I still could not believe my ears. “You mean you will be inside me….”
“The whole time, yes,” he completed my sentence, adding, “I will not support or hold you with my hands. Just my cock. It will be inside and carry you around the house – every room.”
I was feeling slightly normal now, so I started laughing. “It’s not possible. I weigh 52 kilos.”
“It is possible. If I fail, you are free to do whatever you want,” he replied confidently. “But if I win, I will be free to do whatever I wish. Afterwards.”
Sounds improbable but fun. Can he do it?
“But there are 2 conditions,” he added. “My dick has to be fully inside you – not half, not 70% — but completely inside. And secondly, you cannot move up and down while I carry you.”
I was amazed at his audacity. It was a strange proposal, a very indecent one. But sounded like a fun challenge. I was not heavy, but 52 kilos is not lightweight. I was sure he would fail.
“Ok, if I agree to this, I can do whatever I want, including shaving your bush?” I asked.
“Yes, but only if I fail,” he replied. “But you cannot move up or down the whole time.”
“Why is that?”
“Because if you slide up and down my cock, I may cum,” he explained, “and then I will not be able to complete the tour of the house.”
“But you will be wearing a condom, right?” I asked anxiously.
“Condom? What condom? I have never used a condom,” he sounded dismissive.
Of course, you haven’t, I thought. You are still stuck in the Stone Age. But now I was worried. “We cannot do it unless you wear a condom,” I told him. “ I can’t take the risk.”
“There is no condom in this house, Chhoti Rani. But don’t worry. I will not drop my seed inside you,” he assured me. “It’s a promise. And if I do, I will get you a pill from the pharmacy tomorrow.”
(Days 2 and 3 to be continued in the next part).
Next Part: Heat Wave – Part 3 (The price of freedom)