MARIA
Shekar's been their tenant for two months now, and the man was growing bolder every passing day. The lechery was there to stay. That much was clear. But his boldness had gone beyond that, and now he acted like he owned the place.
Some days Maria would find him on the porch, playing cards with some unsavory characters. Other days he would be enjoying a girly magazine on her sofa, scratching his balls while he did so. "Ichaya, say something," she would tell her husband. But his response was always, "He's not doing anyone any harm. Just let him be."
The first week of September had passed, but Shekar still hadn't paid the rent for August. Evicting that bastard is an option, thought Maria. She was in her classroom now, supervising an exam.
"Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave," she said out loud, causing some students to look up from their exam sheets.
Maria did not want to evict her first tenant, but there wasn't any other way. It was not like she could confront him and make him stop his degeneracy. That might make it worse. Her husband was not going to say anything, and she could not go to the police either. What was she going to say? That her tenant's a serial masturbator?
Maria sighed. Feeling a bit light-headed, she wiped her forehead with a kerchief and adjusted her blouse to breathe easier. I am getting fatter, she thought. I need to watch what I eat.
She got off of work at her usual time in the evening. Stopping at a grocery store, she bought some plantains, and it was half-past five when she reached home. "I'm going to ask him for the rent. Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave. That's what I'll say."
Maria opened the front door with apprehension, not knowing what the bastard did today. The hall was quiet. But the bathroom light was on. Must be another masturbation session, she shrugged helplessly. Maria unslung her bag and set it down on the sofa. Two unfamiliar drinking glasses on the table caught her eye. Taking one in her hand, she examined it closely. It was not hers, and there was a strong alcoholic smell to it.
"Oh, Mrs. Maria, I didn't know you were here," came a voice from behind her.
Maria turned around and froze.
Water ran down Shekar's semi-erect cock and dripped to the floor. The hair around it was a thick bush, wet and wild, and plastered to his crotch. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, more than half the length of his thigh. Maria realized belatedly that she had stared a second too long, and turned around embarrassed.
She heard footsteps approaching. "Let me take that," he said, taking the glass from her, and grazing her chest with a wet hand. She felt her body growing hotter, and the hairs on her arms stood up excitedly. Maria looked down and saw that he had wrapped himself in a towel, a bulge now visible. He took the other glass from the table, smiled, and walked upstairs.
SHEKAR
The mind games continue, Shekar mused as he walked upstairs. He was wonderfully aware of the big dong he had and was pleased with his interaction with Maria today. That woman has to know what she is missing.
Another game was also at play. Maria's blouses. He had some of the stitching redone to make them tighter. Now when she wore them, her breasts would spill out, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. He was making her a slut, and she did not even know it.
MARIA
Maria lay on the bed on her side, looking at her wedding picture framed on the wall. It was only a week ago that she found it in the trash bin, covered in cum. Even now, the stains stood out stark in the moonlight.
To her left, she heard a groan as her husband tried to unhook her bra. The man has been fucking her for the last eight years, and even now, he fumbled with her bra. Why did I marry him? Why am I even trying make a child with him?
Her bra was pulled off of her melons and tossed to the floor. The sucking and the fondling ensued, to which she gave a practiced moan, fake enough to be in a porn movie. With his mouth at her nipples, Jude squirmed on top of her, trying to push down his boxers. Maria felt his penis against her thigh and could not help but compare it to Shekar's. Side by side, their proportional difference was that of a toothpick and a pencil. It was this she thought of when he started penetrating her.
A knock sounded at the door. Three loud raps. Jude stopped his thrusts and turned towards it. Maria's heart was pounding, and it was not because of the sex. For a second, she forgot that they did not live alone in this house.
"It's Shekar," came his voice from behind the door. "I have the rent money."
Jude pulled up his boxers and climbed from the bed. "I'm coming," he said.
"Ichaya," Maria called softly. "I'm naked here."
"Cover yourself with the bedsheets then," he said, putting on his shorts.
SHEKAR
An exhausted Jude in shorts opened the door. The room was dark, but Shekar could see the shape of Maria on the bed.
"So, you have the rent then?" said the little man, impatiently. Shekar shifted his eyes back to Jude and held up the money in his hand. Jude made a motion to grab it, but Shekar stopped him short.
"Can you switch on the lights?" he asked. "I need to count it one more time. You can never be too sure."
"Of course," said Jude, switching on the lights.
Shekar got hard immediately. Maria was sitting on the bed with sheets up to her chest. Her nightie was a pile at her foot, and her bra was on the floor. The sheets wrapped around the shape of her breasts like a second skin and further down parted to reveal a scandalous amount of leg. She quickly covered it and glared at him.
"Take your time, good sir," said Jude sarcastically. It was now Shekar's turn to glare, making the man shiver in his shorts. He gave Jude his due, and after one last look at the woman, he left.
MARIA
Maria had to throw the plantains in the dustbin the next day since they reminded her so much of Shekar's cock. She was now downright scared to be alone in the house with him.
Maria never saw him in the morning. She assumed that he was fast asleep after his night shifts. The evenings were the problem. Maria came home at five in the evening and her husband at seven. For two hours she was alone in the house with Shekar. Even though her husband was a weakling, knowing that she was not alone was a comfort. Maria had to find a way to keep herself busy elsewhere until seven.
Luckily, the Annual School Day was coming up, and she had volunteered to help with the preparations. That pushed back her getting-home time by a good few hours. Maria realized that she was giving Shekar too much authority in her own house. But what could she do about it?
A week passed thus without her seeing much of Shekar. Her plan had worked but the brute never left her mind entirely. Maria was in her classroom on a bright Thursday morning, walking down a narrow space between two rows of desks. She was reciting the poem Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold.
"With tremulous cadence slow, and bring," Maria recited, her eyes on the book and her mind far away in Shekar territory. When she looked up from the book for a second, she noticed that some of the students had their eyes glued to her chest. She glanced down to see that her saree had parted to reveal some cleavage.
Little Shekars, all of them, she thought. These blouses are getting too tight. She pulled at the fringes of her saree and covered her chest.
"The eternal note of sadness in," she continued. "So-cock-oles long ago," she said and paused, realizing her mistake. Laughter burst to her left, and Ashok, a student, murmured, "She said COCK," his voice losing its control at the word. Titters ringed out from that epicenter, and soon the entire class was laughing at her tongue-slip.
"Silence!" she yelled. The laughter died out quickly.
Maria turned to the student who laughed first. "Stand up, Ashok."
The boy stood up with his face downcast and screwed up in an effort to hold his laughter at bay. "What's so funny?" she asked.
