It is one of the wonders of yoga, thought 70-year old Narayan, as he lay supine on the floor, observing his hard, large erection. If the body is relaxed completely blood flows freely. If the inhalation is deep and draws prana from the air and you feed it to your body, you are energized.
If energy and blood flow freely all the organs of the body are energized and vitalized. And a vibrant body can sport what he now sensed -- his hardness, his erection.
Had he known this earlier in life he might have engaged in yoga much deeper. He had read somewhere that deeper energizing of the kind that tantric yogis achieve leads to spontaneous orgasm. Without being touched or touching oneself.
These were not the reasons now that Narayan engaged in yoga. It was a fight against aging. His humming erection was an unexpected event on his path to spirituality. And his conservative background suggested it was a distraction.
But his awareness of the tantric aspects of yoga told him that managing this was a path to salvation which lay beyond.
He luxuriated in the energized feeling. And he pursued the path and process of inhalation and allowing energy to flow in his body. His dhoti, the sarong-like garment, a wraparound rose where his erection was. One part of the cloth fell away. The other part partly covered his erection.
He felt on the path of ancient yogis when he felt the wetness rise up and flow freely. He controlled his urge to touch and feel; his instructor had shown him how to control himself from scratching the itch on his face when lying down in this pose. He extended that to letting his erection be.
Unknown to him, Kavya, the neighbor's 20-year old was in the next room. Her parents had requested Narayan's son and daughter-in-law to let the girl be in their house in the afternoon when she returned from college, instead of alone at home.
And Kavya, was fantasizing about her boyfriend with whom she had been engaged in heavy petting. The boy, her classmate had frantically wanted to fuck her but Kavya was always careful. They masturbated each other, she let him suckle on her, on occasion she even mouthed him. But fuck? No. Never.
As for her own sexual needs, Kavya found a vibrating dildo which she managed to get delivered, without allowing the courier to get intercepted by anyone. It was a complicated process, but she managed it and hid it in her bedside drawer at the bottom.
And as often as she needed, she used it, fucking herself with it to orgasm after orgasm. It helped her stay safe and secure in her relationship with her boyfriend. Sometimes she extracted her own extreme pleasure before meeting up with him so that she herself did not get too desperate. His desperation? She had many ways to manage that.
She smiled to herself thinking of that, as she spread her legs and rubbed her crotch through her jeans. She rubbed hard; the texture of the cloth transmitting much of her stimulation. She looked out of the open door from where she lay. No one was visible. Nothing was stirring. Narayan mama (uncle) must be in his room. It was safe for her.
She undid the button of her jeans and her fingers stroked her pussy. A few strokes later she felt her juices flow. She inserted her fingers and pleasured herself mildly. She stroked away in bliss as her pleasure soared. Suddenly, she felt that vacuum, that need to be filled. She slipped her jeans lower and tried to insert her fingers deeper. And once she achieved that she rapidly fucked herself.
Then she needed more. She slid her jeans down still lower and tried to get in three fingers and then she felt the inadequacy. This was what the dildo was meant for. It was in her apartment next door and there was absolutely no one at home.
She could go there, use the dildo, fuck herself hard and vigorously as she habitually did and scream her lungs out in orgasm. She did not care if anyone heard her sobbing in pleasure. And in fact, the downstairs lady did hear her on occasion. And the moans left that lady in no doubt about what it was.
Kavya pulled up her jeans, hot and flushed. She decided to rush over. She planned to strip down. Spread her legs wide as ever and plunge the dildo into her gaping wide pussy, ruing the fact that she did not have the guts to stuff a quivering cock into herself for true and complete pleasure.
She knew this hunger. She knew how she felt when she was this desperate. And she how controlled she could be once the storm was released, once she was spent, one her legs were spread wide with a dildo embedded. Often, she turned off the vibration mode and let it remain within her, extracting it slowly and gradually. Like she would want to lover to wind down.
She shuffled around the door to the hall to cross over to the front door and there lay Narayan. Eyes closed and a large erection waving in the air. From where she stood, it was hidden by the tented cloth. As she quietly moved across, she saw the other half of the cloth askew, laying bare his leg and thigh. And there was his erection, his cock with a flow of precum, running down.
The instant she placed her hand on his eyes, Narayan knew it was Kavya. Her hand was gentle. He instantly understood he was not to open his eyes. He instantly understood she was not forcing him down.
And she instantly sank her gaping pussy down on his cock.
She had been quick. She shucked off her jeans, she removed her t-shirt, she unclasped her bra. She was completely nude.
This was her moment. She claimed the prize. It was there for taking and she was aching for this. And something about Narayan mama made her feel safe.
He gasped loudly as he felt her flick aside his dhoti and one hand expertly holding her pussy wide, kneeling akimbo, brought it to cap his cock.
And she sank down with a loud 'Ah!"
The mindless fucking with the dildo allowed her to take him in without the usual woes of a virgin. The hot and hard flesh felt wonderful. The dildo paled in comparison. Kavya felt, full and stuffed. She put her hand on her lower stomach to feel the fullness.
She paused. He was larger than the dildo. He spread her wider. He was in her deeper. And there was a vibration of a hot throbbing flesh that was less mechanical than the unvarying rhythm of the dildo.
She shivered. Her breasts, open to the air, pert and ready but unattended, quivered. Her hands were on his torso, holding herself poised and up, as she feared he would spear her apart if she sank down.
The nipples quivered. Her body trembled. Her breath was ragged. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy threatened to explode. And she had done little more than claim his erection.
That one act by which she gently covered his eyes had conveyed all of Kavya's intent to Narayan. He lay still and practicing the yogic art of letting go. He did not let his hands rise to her breasts. He did not feel her torso. He conquered the desire to touch and hold her thighs.
He just lay there, his consciousness on the joining of his cock with her pussy. His body trembled and he ached to fuck. But he overcame that moment, too.
He did not need to do more, for Kavya had mounted him to satiate her own self fully. She rose and fell like a woman possessed. "Mama,' she whispered as she slid up and down, taking her first dips of pleasure. "Mama!" she exclaimed louder as she increased her tempo but dared not descend further -- he still might tear her!
"Mama!" she exulted in a loud whoop as her first full orgasm with a man inside her flowed out. Narayan felt the gush, the drenching. He felt the earthquake in her body as she shuddered and fell forward, her hair cascading on his face.
His eyes remained closed. He thought he felt her nipples scrape his chest. He clenched his buttocks and let his cock lurch inside her. She gasped in response. And she pulled up, rose a bit and fell back a bit, increasing her tempo in steady acceleration, like a steam engine gathering pace.
She spread her legs wider. She wanted to take him in, in full. And she wanted to fuck him to release inside her, along with her. She gathered momentum riding him hard and fast. She bounced on him, willing him to cum.
He allowed his hands on her thighs, touching, caressing but not holding her tight -- letting her do her own thing.
The pleasure coursed through his body. But he was not about to cum. He remembered how his wife, when they were newly married, lay in bed exhausted with his fucking. She might have come a million times. And he would finish over an hour later. He trained himself. He did not like to finish.
If he finished, and it was in the day, she would vanish into the recesses of the large household to pursue myriad chores. If he was finished and it was at night, she would fall asleep soon. If he finished and it was one of their furtive encounters in the kitchen store or the coconut loft, she would leave in an instant.
He trained himself to stop from going over the edge by pausing and holding his cock till his release receded. Then he would fuck her again. And again. And again. And his wife would be drained and sated. She hated him for it. And she loved him for it enough to meet him on the terrace, in the backyard, in the cowshed -- wherever he invited her to fuck in their large ancestral house. It had rooms and alcoves and cul-de-sacs and hideouts. Their encounters were lascivious and audacious.
They were the talk of the household, with maids and help exchanging knowing looks and blushing when they spotted either him or her leave their lair furtively.
That ability to hold back transformed into a need to be fucked incessantly to make Narayan come. His wife grew older and lost her physical ability to ride him to orgasm. As with most couples, the affection remained. Narayan had to masturbate himself to release. She opened her blouse and fed him her breasts. He nibbled and moaned and slobbered on her sumptuous breasts as he masturbated. For a few years his wife held him while he did that. Sometimes she masturbated him. But then her wrist ached.
Eventually it was him by himself.
And then today happened.
