Thanks to Steve ciao for once again editing my story. I've also removed all caste references because of requests by some of the readers.
For the next two days Kayal was bored. She would occupy herself with household chores, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up in the same place, watching porn and masturbating to thoughts of Selvam and his friends. In those two days Kayal must have masturbated three times a day. She was unable to control her sexual needs.
The third day was no different. As usual Kayal completed her household works before going to her bedroom. She put on a porn movie, immediately undressed and then jumped on the bed to watch. It was a group sex movie, where a girl was getting fucked by three muscular black guys.
At first the movie didn't have much effect on Kayal but, as it progressed, she found herself playing with her boobs and pussy. The more she watched the girl in the movie, by now she was moaning louder and louder as she got pounded by those three guys in all her holes at the same time, the more enthusiastic Kayal got. In the film, the guys were now moaning hard as they fucked her every hole. As they were about to reach their climax all four started to shout louder. Seeing them go wild made Kayal more and more excited. Before long, she was moaning to the rhythm of their action. Suddenly Kayal shouted...
"Aaaaghhhh.... mmmmm... ooohhhh... yyyyaaaaa..."
She grabbed at her boobs even harder, pulling and twisting at her sensitive nipples. Down below, her fingers drilled her pussy in a blur of frantic action. Moments later, Kayal was moaning profusely...
"Aaaammmmm...."
She was so close to the edge when a new sound rang out.
"Ding... Dong..."
It was the doorbell, and with it, Kayal's sexual fervour had been broken. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and turned off the TV. Quickly Kayal dressed and headed angrily to the door. Who on earth could be disturbing her from this most heavenly moment?
When she opened the door, her anger grew even greater. It was an old beggar in rags standing right in front of her. He held his hands out, begging her to give him something to eat.
Kayal stared at him angrily for a few seconds but seeing his innocent face and fragile body her mind started to feel pity for him. She asked him to wait and went back into the house. Kayal returned with some money. Quickly she handed it to the beggar. The beggar thanked her and turned to leave. As he moved down the steps, he slipped and fell on the ground. He lay there, not moving, seemingly unconscious.
When Kayal saw this, she was shocked and didn't know what to do. She immediately went into the house, brought some water and sprayed it on the beggar's face. His eyes opened slowly and Kayal gave him the rest of the water to drink.
"Thank you, ma'am... Thank you..." the beggar responded, a frailty in his voice.
Kayal smiled at him and gave him a hand. She made him stand. He was too tired and collapsed against Kayal, leaving her with no choice but to grab hold of him. Slowly Kayal placed him back down on the steps.
"You don't look so good. Do you want me to call the doctor?" Kayal asked him.
"No ma'am, I will be ok."
"You don't look ok to me, what's your problem?"
"Nothing ma'am. I just haven't eaten much for the last two days. But now I have enough money to buy food, and I only wish I had the strength to reach a hotel."
Hearing this, Kayal felt sad for him. She asked him to come into the house and eat there. He could keep the money for the next time. The old beggar felt happier and to his eyes Kayal looked like an angel. He had never seen someone behave so gently to him. Once more he tried to stand up, but he had not enough strength. Seeing this, Kayal gave him her hand and helped him stand up. She made him put his arm around her shoulder and took him into the house, sitting him on the couch whilst she went into the kitchen to make him some food.
She brought the food and placed it on the dining table. Then she went into the hall and helped the old man into the dining room. He sat on the chair; his eyes wide open as he stared at the delicious food in front of him. He couldn't resist and immediately started to stuff his mouth with the food. Kayal sat opposite him and sipped at a cup of coffee.
The old beggar, after completing half of his plate of food, started to regain his energy. He closed his eyes and took some heavy breaths, opening them once more to see Kayal sitting opposite him and enjoying her coffee. All this time with Kayal, the old man never noticed how beautiful she was. Now that his stomach had stopped aching, he was able to think freely. Not only was he looking at Kayal, he was admiring her divine face. Slowly his eyes moved down towards her neck. He noticed droplets or perspiration on her delicate skin, the final remnants of what Kayal had intended to be a most precious moment.
While he was looking at those glittering drops, one slowly moved down her neck and dribbled into her cleavage. The beggar's eyes followed suit. Upon seeing Kayal's cleavage, he found himself getting hard down below. Since he was not wearing any inners, his dick stood erect inside his lungi. Embarrassed, he immediately moved closer to the table to cover it. He moved his gaze from her cleavage and continued to eat his food. Meanwhile Kayal finished her coffee and felt slightly uncomfortable with the sweating. She planned on taking a bath.
She told the beggar that she would be back in a few minutes, and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. The beggar continued to have his meal. He sat in silence. After few minutes he heard water coming from another room. He guessed that Kayal must be taking a bath. Drawn to the watery sound, he stood up and headed towards the room. He leant in close to the door and listened to what was happening inside. All the time, his dick was still hard inside his lungi.
When his ear touched the door, it pushed open slightly. The beggar thought that he was dead. To his surprise, Kayal was not there and the sound was coming from another room further inside the bedroom. The door to that inner sanctum was slightly ajar.
Seeing this, the old beggar's mind started to argue with itself whether to go inside. He thought for a while and then made up his mind. At his age, close to seventy, he was never going to get a chance like this again, to see a beautiful high-class girl bathing. Nervously, he stepped into the bedroom. As he moved closer to the bathroom, he could hear Kayal humming in the shower and it made his heart pound faster than ever.
He reached the door and peeked into the bathroom though the narrow opening. What he saw left him shell shocked, his eyes popping out as he stood and stared, not even blinking. Kayal was standing under the shower completely naked, water gushing down her body. It was a heavenly sight for the old beggar, and soon his dick was standing to attention. He couldn't resist but lift his lungi and take hold of his dick. Without thinking, he started stroking his manhood, his mind filled by the image of Kayal bathing.
After a few minutes Kayal stopped the shower. She took the soap and started applying all over her body, starting with her boobs, then her arms, tummy and finally down to her legs. Seeing this the old beggar's hand started move faster over his dick.
"Mmmm... mmmm... aaahhh..."
He moaned silently as he came, releasing a huge load of cum that landed on the bathroom door. After he had emptied his sac, he left the room and went back to the dining table. He sat there, continuing to eat his food, acting like nothing had happened.
A few minutes later Kayal came out of her bedroom wearing an almost see-through sari, her hair still wet.
"How is the food?" Kayal asked, as she walked towards him.
"It's heavenly, child... thanks."
Saying that the beggar saw Kayal wiping her hair and coming close to him. This time his eyes were fixed on her deep navel with some water drops on it.
They continued to talk for a while and while they were talking the old beggar would glance into her cleavage, then stare at her pink lips. Kayal noticed it too and didn't mind it.
When the old man finished his food, Kayal came near him and took the plate and cutlery. Kayal was so close to him that that the fragrance of the soap from her body attracted the old man and he felt more aroused. While the beggar enjoyed the sweet and exotic aroma from Kayal's body, all she could smell was a foulness coming from his body, a most disgusting staleness.
"When is the last time you took a bath?" Kayal asked.
"It's been a while, child," the beggar said with a smile in his face.
"There are ponds and a river in the city, why don't you use them?"
"Child, I am a lonely man and am nearly seventy. With my ragged appearance only a few like you feel pity and help me. I am too old to bathe myself in a pond or river."
He continued to blabber his sad tale and, hearing it, Kayal felt sorry for him.
"Why don't you bathe in my house today?"
"No child... No. You have already helped me too much. I think I have to leave now."
"It's nothing. Just think of me like your granddaughter."
Kayal tried to convince him that it would be okay. Finally, the beggar agreed. Kayal then took him to the bathroom and gave him a towel. She returned into the hall.
The old beggar opened the door of the bathroom and a caught a whiff of that same soapy fragrance. He immediately entered the bathroom and left the door unlocked. He removed his dirty dress and put it on the hanger, wrapping the towel around his waist. Just as he was about to turn on the shower, a crazy idea hit his mind.
'The girl looks innocent and it seems like she is lonely. Why don't I try to seduce her?'
The beggar thought about it for a while and finally reached a conclusion that he should give it a shot.
"Child... child..." he called out to Kayal.
Kayal immediately rushed to the bathroom, where the old man sat on the edge of the tub.
"Why did you call me?"
"This floor is too slippery. I don't think I can bathe here. I would surely slip and fall if I did."
Kayal tried her best to convince him, but he acted like he was too scared and said to her that he didn't want to take a bath. Finally, Kayal agreed to stay with him and help him bathe. With a smile on his face, the old beggar accepted her offer.
Once the deal was made the old man suddenly removed the towel from around his waist and stood naked in front of Kayal. Kayal was surprised by his actions and her eyes fixed on his semi hard dick, or more so the seven inches of elderly flesh.
Kayal hadn't had a fuck for the last three days and seeing his dick in front of her she was completely mesmerised.
