Previuos Part: Heat Wave – Part 2 (The roof of freedom)
Day 2 (continued)
I stared into his eyes. They were calm and reassuring. He sounded sincere. I chose to believe him. Why? I don’t know.
Maybe it was the thrill of the proposal, the chance to win the challenge, or pure carnal desire. I nodded my head in acceptance.
“Remember your promise,” I reminded him.
He smiled and lay down on the bedsheet, with his dick pointed at the sky. It was almost afternoon, even though I had lost track of time.
“Sit down slowly and take it in,” he pointed at his stiff dick.
I stood above him, legs on either side and lowered myself slowly. He held his cock with one hand like he was holding a rod. It was covered in oil and shining in the afternoon sun.
As soon as my pussy lips touched the tip of his cock, I realised my mistake. My pussy opening was too small, and his dick was too big. It won’t go in.
“Spread your lips with your fingers,” he understood my predicament. “Open up your hole.”
I did as I was told. But the opening was still too small. I could barely get the tip of his cock inside the opening when it got stuck.
“It’s stuck!” I told him.
“Push a little more downward,” he smiled. “There is enough oil and juice inside your hole. Don’t worry.”
He was right. I put more body weight on it, and the oil on his dick helped the entire tip slide in. A little more body weight and another inch went in. Getting his thick fat rod fully inside me took a long time. Nothing so big, or so hard, or so thick had ever entered my cunt.
That rod stretched the inside walls of my pussy and the outside lips beyond imagination. I was distinctly uncomfortable with such a huge thing inside me, and he slightly pushed upward at the very end to shove it fully inside. It hurt, but I withstood the pain.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he instructed as he got up, “and wrap your legs around my waist.”
I did both. He stood up. And suddenly, I was floating in the air!
My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist for support. Jeetukaka started walking. His hands were free, not holding me at all. He came down the stairs to the 2nd floor and continued going down to the 1st floor and then the ground floor.
He walked over to the living room, the balcony, the kitchen, the bathroom and the store room. I cannot describe the sensation I felt. Being carried around the house in a man’s arms is, in itself, a great feeling. But being carried around by his cock is nothing short of phenomenal.
This man had demonic strength in his cock! He completed the ground floor tour and climbed up the stairs to the 1st floor. He entered every room, the balcony, and the bathroom and spent almost a minute in each. The thrill, the excitement, and the sheer disbelief made me so wet that my cunt juices started flowing.
I started moaning. Softly. Finally, he came to the 2nd floor, entered my bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. He pointed towards it, and I rotated my head to look. The image I saw in the mirror will stay in my memory forever.
Jeetukaka looked like a giant hairy beast in the mirror. His hands were on his waist, his cock had disappeared inside me, and only his balls were visible. They were drenched in my pussy juices. I was so wet that my juices trickled down to his balls, dripping onto the floor below.
I looked like a tiny girl embracing a tree trunk. And felt very weak and small. It felt as if my 52 kg frame meant nothing! Suddenly, this middle-aged fat caretaker seemed to control my mind, body and spirit completely. I never recovered my confidence after that.
Jeetukaka carried me to the roof again. He put me down on the bedsheet carefully without taking out his dick. He was still inside me. And I was in heaven.
“So? I won the challenge,” he grinned like a winner. I nodded my head. “Now, I am free to do whatever I want,” he said.
“What do you want?” I asked nervously.
“I want to pump you full of my seed,” he said lustily.
“What?” I got nervous. “No Jeetukaka, I am only 19 years old.”
“You are ripe and juicy,” he replied.
I stared into his eyes. He meant it. He wanted to dump all his ‘seed’ inside me. He won the challenge. He had made up his mind. It was coming.
“But I can’t get pregnant!” I pleaded meekly.
“I will get you a pill from the local pharmacy tomorrow,” he assured me.
I closed my eyes in fear and anticipation. He started pulling out his cock from inside me. Slowly. Very slowly. He pulled out completely and then started pushing it in. Again slowly. Very slowly. So slowly that I could count to 10 before he was fully inside. And another 10 seconds before he was fully outside.
Jeetukaka played with my pussy for an hour. Inserting slowly for 10 seconds, then withdrawing slowly for 10 seconds. I felt less pain and more pleasure as his dick plunged in and out in slow motion.
I moaned and cum, cum and moaned. I flooded the bedsheet with my white juices again and again. I lost track of time, control over myself, and sensation in every body part except my love canal.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he dumped his semen inside me. His discharge was so profuse that even after he got up and left the roof. His creamy white fluid kept oozing out of my pussy for over an hour.
It was late evening when I got up from the bedsheet and collected my nighty. The sun had already set. My legs were trembling from the exertion and the overwhelming experience. My body was covered in sweat. Before I could climb the stairs to reach my room, Jeetukaka came to check on me.
He saw my legs trembling and immediately picked me up in his arms. He carried me to my room, then to my bathroom. He placed me under the shower and turned it on. He applied soap all over my body, washed off all the oil, and cleaned my holes. I did not have the strength to stand up.
He dried me with a towel and again carried me to the dining room on the ground floor. He had prepared dinner while I was lying on the roof with semen trickling out of my cunt. I sat naked on the dining chair and had dinner. I had not had lunch today. I was on the roof since I had my breakfast in the morning.
After dinner, Jeetukaka carried me in his arms to his room on the roof. “You are not in a position to walk, so you sleep here tonight,” he said as he put me in bed. “Wake me up in case you need anything.”
He lay down on the floor while I slept on his bed. When I woke up the next morning, I found a strip of contraceptive pills beside the pillow with a handwritten note from Jeetukaka, “Keep this with you. You will need it.”
Day 3
I read the note, took a pill from the strip, swallowed it with water and looked around. I was in Jeetukaka’s room, on his bed. It was morning, and he was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, I felt something move between my legs. Something creepy. A kind of tickling on my cunt. I looked down and caught a glimpse of what looked like a tiny black insect entering my pussy.
Oh no! What’s this? An ant? Or something else? Before I could react and pull it out, it had entered my hole. I panicked and quickly inserted my finger to take it out. But it was too late. The insect had disappeared inside!
I sprang up from the bed. I jumped on the floor. I threw my arms and legs in panic. And then I felt that tickling sensation again, this time deep inside my pussy. The ant was moving deeper inside!
I sat down on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and inserted my finger fully into my cunt. I probed around, tried to find it and pulled it out. But it did not work. I pulled out my finger, and nothing was on it except for a bit of Jeetukaka’s semen dumped yesterday.
“Jeetukaka!” I yelled in panic, “Come quickly.”
He came running from downstairs. “I was in the kitchen. What happened?”
“Something entered my….” I pointed at my pussy, unable to explain in detail since I was still in shock.
“What do you mean inside?” He looked perplexed.
“An insect, maybe an ant. I don’t know,” I was wailing.
He immediately made me sit on the edge of the bed and parted my legs to the limit with his hands. Then he dipped his middle finger in the oil and, without warning, shoved it right inside my pussyhole.
For the next 5 minutes, his fat finger made circles inside my wet canal, moving left and right, up and down, sometimes roughly. I felt discomfort, a slight pain, and a lot of wetness, but mostly anxiety over what would happen.
Then he pulled out his finger and held it before me. It was covered in oil and my wetness, but there was no insect.
“What will happen now?” My level of anxiety increased. “Pull it out, do something!”
“What is it? An ant?” asked Jeetukaka. “How did it get inside?”
“It simply crawled in. How else? It’s all your fault. You asked me not to wear my panties. Look what has happened,” I screamed.
He kept quiet for a few seconds and then replied, “The insect must have been attracted by the smell and juice of your cunt. How is that my fault? There is only one way to get it out. You need to cum.”
“What?” I could not believe his suggestion.
“How is that going to work?”
“Well, it won’t come out on its own. So, we have to flush it out,” he explained. “Your juices can flush it out.”
I thought for a second, then replied impatiently, “Then do it. Quickly. God knows how deep it has gone inside. I don’t want it to stay there anymore.”
Jeetukaka started fingering my clit. Fast. Then vigorously. He kept increasing his speed every second. Within seconds, I started moaning loudly. My pussy became extremely wet and sloppy. Within minutes, I climaxed.
White fluids oozed out of my cunt, and ran down my thighs and legs, onto the bed, and eventually onto the floor. I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and half passed out. Jeetukaka knelt to search for the ant, hoping to find it among my pussy juices. But he looked disappointed.
“It’s not here,” he said, “Must be still inside.”
“Darn!” I cursed. So much effort and still no result. I felt hopeless.
“There is one last option,” announced Jeetukaka, “if that does not work, then nothing else will.”
“What option? Tell me.”
“We have to insert something big and strong to kill it first. As long as it stays alive, it won’t come out,” he said. “And after killing it, we must flush it out, this time with more juice.”
“Which means …..” I tried to read his mind.
“I have to kill it with my dong. Then flood your insides with my semen. This is the last option left.”
I closed my eyes – in despair, frustration or shame – I could not tell. Do I have to get fucked by Jeetukaka again to get that insect out? I realised the hopelessness of the situation and nodded my head in agreement. I prayed that it worked this time.
Jeetukaka kept me lying on the edge of the bed with my legs stretched open on either side. He stood on the floor between my legs and touched his hard black rod on the opening of my slippery hole.
“This might hurt, don’t be scared.” Saying this, he gave a massive thrust forward. I screamed in pain as his gigantic cock tore into my soft pussy without warning. He waited for 5 seconds, then rammed in again. I went insane with pain.
Yesterday, on the rooftop, he was slow and gentle. But now, he was wild and brutal, like a monster. Tears rolled down my eyes as I tried to withstand this violent pounding. “Go slow. It hurts!” I cried out. But he kept going.
“I have to kill it, can’t go slow,” he replied. “I am halfway in.”
Just halfway? And I felt dead already. What will happen once he is all in?
His thrusts became stronger, wilder and rougher. My pain became sharper, severe, and intolerable. My whole body was trembling, my boobs were shaking, my screams got louder, and my pissy started burning. It went on for so long that I lost track of time.
“Thap! Thap!” His big heavy balls were slapping my butt and making this indecent noise. He was plunging in and out with such force that I could feel his hard black rod hitting my cervix every second. His dick possessed demonic strength. It did not feel human.
After ramming and pounding and destroying my pussy with brutal, heavy strokes for 30 minutes, Jeetukaka discharged his semen and flooded my insides. I lay motionless, breathless, and semi-conscious. Gallons of his thick sticky fluid started flowing out of my cunt, down my legs onto the floor.
“Found it!” he shouted in excitement as he picked up something with his fingers from my thigh.
I could barely open my eyes to see. It looked like a tiny black speck – an ant probably – covered in creamy white cum. The poor thing was not moving, probably dead, either from the pounding or the drowning.
I was in no condition to celebrate. Relieved as I was that the experiment worked, I was not in a position to sit up and breathe easily. Never have I been fucked so savagely. Not to this day.
Day 4
I woke up the next morning in Jeetukaka’s bed. Again. I could not remember how I turned up here. The previous day seemed like a huge blur. I could barely remember what happened throughout the day after the merciless pounding I received in the morning. Did I fall asleep? Did I shower? Eat? I had no memory.
I looked around. The bedsheet was the same as yesterday. It was full of semen stains – big, round patches – plenty of them. I could also find semen stains on the floor. Jeetukaka had not cleaned the floor or changed the bedsheet since yesterday.
I was wearing a fresh nightgown that I had brought from home. Did I wear it myself? I went downstairs, determined to get answers. As well as eating – I felt hungry.
Jeetukaka was cooking in the kitchen. Seeing me, he turned around and said, breakfast is ready. Bread, jam, butter, chai.”
I was so hungry that I took the breakfast plate from his hand and started eating, standing in the kitchen.
“Jeetukaka, how did I end up in your bed this morning?” I asked him.
“You were not feeling well, Chhoti Rani,” he replied, “so I bathed you, changed your clothes, and took you to my room.”
Just as I thought, but I had no recollection of yesterday.
“You have not cleaned the floor or changed the bedsheet in your room,” I told him while gulping breakfast with chai.
“There was no time. I had to wash and clean your holes,” he replied shamelessly. Then he lifted my nighty, stared at my naked butt, and said, “You were leaking throughout the day. I had to wash you 5 times. You look clean now.”
I was embarrassed at his words and his lusty gaze on my naked ass. Then I noticed the familiar huge bulge under his lungi at the crotch area.
“How many times do you get hard in a day?” I asked curiously.
“5 – 6 times usually. But since the day you arrived, it has increased to 10 – 12 times,” he replied.
10 – 12 times a day! That sounded unusual for a middle-aged guy. Abnormal even.
“And what do you do in that situation?” I asked.
“I look for a hole.” Saying this, he dipped his finger in the jar of Kissan jam and started smearing jam on my pussy.
I jumped up. “No, Jeetukaka. Not there! It still hurts. It is bruised and swollen.”
“But I need to have a hole now. I am hard,” he was adamant. “Ok, let me taste it then.”
He sat down on the kitchen floor while I kept standing. He smeared dollops of jam on my pussy and started licking. It felt odd at first – the jam felt sticky while his tongue was slippery – but I got used to it. My breathing got heavy, my legs started shaking, and my pussy started leaking.
“It’s sweet and salty!” he exclaimed joyfully, making me climax in 10 minutes. I was lucky to have finished my breakfast before he started. It gave me some strength to remain standing.
Then he got up, made me bend over the kitchen table, dipped his finger in Amul butter, and smeared it on my asshole. I knew what was coming. He needed a hole for his dick and was determined to get it.
He smeared butter on my asshole and then smeared it inside with his finger. Then he pulled out his finger and touched the tip of his dick on my buttered asshole. I closed my eyes and prepared myself mentally for his invasion. He invaded with full force.
His thick hard dong makes my tiny asshole stretch to the maximum limit. I cried out in pain while he grunted in pleasure. His cock was so big for my ass that it got stuck after he was halfway in. Still, he kept ramming it like a bull.
He humped and pumped my virgin ass for nearly 20 minutes before dumping his load inside. As he withdrew, globs of thick creamy semen started dripping from my asshole onto the floor below. It had that same familiar smell – a strong bleach-like stench – of the previous days.
I could not walk for the rest of the day. Jeetukaka carried me to the toilet every time I had to pee. He bathed me, fed me, ate like a pig himself, and then drilled me like a monster. He fucked me after lunch. He fucked me after dinner. He fucked me so many times that I lost count.
All I remember is that I could neither walk nor sit down the whole day.
Day 5
I woke up again in Jeetukaka’s bed. Sometime after midnight yesterday, he again carried me to his room. I hadn’t spent a single night in my room since the 2nd day. My 1st night here was the only night I slept on my bed.
I went downstairs to my room, took off my clothes, sat on my bed and looked in the mirror. I could not recognise myself. My hair was unkempt. There were bite marks on my nipples, hips and thighs. My butt had also become wider. I spread my legs and stared into the mirror.
My asshole, which used to look like a tiny black dot till last week, now looked like a deep tunnel with a wide opening. There were small deposits of white cum inside. My pussy lips had become puffy and swollen and red. I could see white sticky specks of cum inside my pussy canal too.
And the opening had become wider. I smelled of cum all the time. The strong bleach-like stench of Jeetukaka’s semen was now all over my body. My moans echoed in every room of the house each time he pounded me with his cock. It sounded like a whorehouse, and I looked like a slut.
There was no beginning and no end to Jeetukaka’s incessant pummelling. Day and night, from dawn till dusk, and even after midnight, he would drill my holes with his filthy cock. He would eat like a pig and fuck like a demon. “I have to keep my tummy full and my balls empty,” was his excuse.
Today is the 5th and last day of my stay here. My parents will be arriving tomorrow to pick me up and return home. They will never know the price I had to pay for these 5 days of freedom. And I will never be able to return to my old self again. These 5 days have changed me forever.