Literary Erotica
"KAAMAAKSHI" a sex story by J.Kaval
Tomboy reached the office very early.
The temporary caretaker opened the door.
“Sir, The girl brought here yesterday was not feeling well. She told me she had pain all over her body and she did not sleep for a minute. She looked as if in an agony of sort. I heard her moaning many a time. She was restless throughout the night. I did not know what to do.”
“Did you give her strong ginger coffee?”
“No”
“Did you give her Amrathajan or Tiger balm?
“I gave her Vicks.”
“Did she take a bath yesterday night?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“Do we have Gelusil tablets?”
“No.”
“Any pain killers?”
“No.”
“Go and get a couple of strips of Gelusil tablets and Dole pain killers. There is a pharmacy in Manama that stays open during the night. If it is closed go to Ghudebhiah Clinic. You will have to walk two-three kilometers.”
“Never mind, sir, I will go and get them.”
He gave him five Dinars and sent him out to buy the medicines. He closed the door and bolted it.
What happened to Kaamaakshi, the blond from Batticaloa? She had been to three nice houses. She stayed with an elderly couple for a month and left with no reason but boredom. Then she worked with a widow who had three daughters. They were happy with her. But she felt lonely and derelict. She came back to the office. And then she stayed with twin sisters who were teachers. They were happy with her too. But she did not like that place either. She eventually returned to the office with the complaint of boredom, loneliness and nausea. She spoke Arabic and English. She knew housework well. She was not hot tempered or irritable. She was docile and gentle. Still she could not fit in with any one of those families. Why? What was wrong with her? Was there something amiss in her? What was lacking in her? He knew she was an orphan. She was nursed and brought up in a convent run by Catholic nuns. She was a helper in the convent till she landed here. He was really confused and concerned about her.
He went inside her room. She was sitting on the edge of the cot. When she saw him she made a weak smile. She was pale and pallid. She was twenty years old, five feet tall, of brown complexion, fair and fascinating, neither fat nor skinny, moderately built and shapely. She was wearing a blouse and long skirt. She looked unwell.
“Kaamaakshi, what's your problem? What's wrong with you?”
“Oh God, I'm damned. What can I say? Sir, my body aches. I have pain here.” She pointed to her stomach. “I have pain here.” She pointed to her chest. “I have pain here.” Her tender slim hand went around her neck and backside. “Sir, I often feel pain all over my body just before my period. Believe me, there is now heaviness on my chest and undue pressure under my belly. I’ve been suffering from nausea for months. My body has ached every now and then ever since I got out of the orphanage. I become always moody and restless when I am close to my bleeding. I do not know. I thought Satan was tempting me to hell. I'm rustic. I feel like going back to the convent. How can I go on taking tablets and tonics?”
He surveyed her carefully for a while. She seemed like a closed shell, a cloistered bud and a tightly knotted pot. He thought she was an oasis on a lonely desert, a spring embedded in a rock without an outlet. He instinctively felt she was a woman physically grown but encased in a shell of a childhood destined for the kingdom of God, a blocked head and a walled heart by her religious rigidity and moralistic purity. Perhaps she might have longed for a bolt from the heaven to ignite her dormant sex drive. Her body and mind needed a thorough shake up and redressing. He saw the bottle of Vicks on her lap.
He sat near her.
“Kaamaakshi, you don't know, perhaps, your pains may be due to the extreme cold within you or the winter outside. Why don't you use Vicks? I am sure you will feel better.”
She stared at him.
He inched closer to her and took the Vicks from her lap.
“Shall I apply a little? I am sure your pain will go away little by little. You will be comfortable and okay.”
She didn't say anything. She did not even stir as the side of his body touched hers.
He took a small measure of balm and applied it on her forehead, around her neck. He rubbed her forehead, the upper neck and the middle part. His hand moved slowly down onto her lower neck and lightly pressed around it. She jerked. His left hand smeared with balm lingered on her backside beneath the blouse and ran all over her back massaging. She allowed his manipulation in silence. His balmy fingers relaxed her stiff muscles. She seemed to be enjoying the sensations. She swayed hither and thither. She became responsive to his ministration. She seemed at comfort and ease.
She heaved and her breathing became even and steady. Her bosom rose and fell rhythmically.
He put his right hand greased with balm below her bare neck and then snailed through the front opening of the blouse towards her smooth valley and cuddly curves.
Through the cleavage his eyes gazed at her softly rounded succulent breasts. His fingers reached her breasts. They tenderly nursed them one by one. She stirred and purred.
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“Is your pain going away? Aren't you feeling good?”
“Uumm...uumm” She shook her head.
He rubbed her breasts for a while. His thumb and forefinger softly squeezed her nipples. They gradually became stiff and hard.
Her body responded to his medication faster than he had thought. He looked at her face. There was sunrise. It glowed. Her eyes twinkled with excitement and delight. He pressed her teats hard. She coiled. She instinctively clung to his frame like a flame.
He was bulging below. His balls were aching. He unbuttoned his fly. His thing gushed out and stood stiff, hard and haughty.
He took her right hand and placed it tenderly on his swollen penis. She glanced at it. She was amazed. She closed her eyes and opened her lips with a smile. She gripped his thing with all her fingers.
“What is it?” She quietly queried. Her slender fingers explored it up and down and along its sides as if she was discovering and touching it for the first time in her life.
“Have you seen one before?”
“Never. Never heard man has such a long, large, tender and hot thing in between his thighs. I have never seen boys and men urinate. I will turn my head even if I happened to see the ladies urinate. To watch it is sin. In the convent we are ashamed to speak about such things.”
“Do you like it?”
“Very nice to touch and feel. It is silky, pulpy, soft and warm.”
“You know, it could be eaten like a sweet candy.”
“Really? I did not know anything about it.”
“Fiery women swallow it and suck it dry.”
“Can I taste it?”
“Not now, some other time.”
She fondled and squeezed his dick tenderly. She put her forefinger onto the slit of his penis and felt the head wet and slippery. It aroused her innards. She suddenly fell onto the cot on her back pulling him over her. She lay there quiet and still under his weight.
Her eyes were closed. Her lips were widely open. Her cheeks turned red. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest. Her flat tummy was throbbing. Her groin ached acutely. Her legs shivered. He knew she was gradually readying for inning.
He slowly got up. He calmly undid her skirt and pulled it down over her light legs. He rolled up her underskirt. She wore no panties.
He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his feet and stepped out. He pushed down his underwear also.
He knelt before her. He saw her wide bushy dark mound shining, below it, two large soft slices of her vagina, reddish and already welled up with her juice gleaming. He bent over her. He unpinned her blouse and brought her supple breasts out. They were rigid and pointed at him.
“Do you have pain now?”
“No.”
“Do you feel better?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I stop now?”
“No, please go on touching me.”
She caught on fire. He intended to burn her.
He guided his erect penis into the mouth of her vagina. Slowly and steadily he pushed it. His large thing began to slide down her small hole breaking her hymen. Her mouth propped open wide. She let out a loud cry of torment,
“Kadavulai… Amma…It's hurting.”
When his prick reached the bottom she groaned and moaned with pain as if her pelvic area was on a wild fire, aflame and inflamed all over.
“Ah…ah…uh...uh…oh...uumm” She writhed, twitched and twisted with pain. Sooner than later she felt extreme pleasure as his prick hit the mouth of her uterus.
Thrill-pangs waved all over her body shaking and vibrating her.
She closed her thighs tightly. She clenched her fists. She clenched her teeth. She moved her head side ways violently.
He felt his prick very tight inside her virginal sheath.
He again bent over her. He took her swinging head in his hands. He kissed on her lips passionately. She responded vigorously. He swallowed them and chewed them for sometime. He tasted her mouth and swallowed her tender tongue. He sucked it as if it was a pulpy mango. He then cupped her erect nipples and sucked them dry and hard.
She put her hands around his back and tightened her grip. Her mouth searched for his and glued to it. She lifted her hip as he pressed down his. He rocked her back and forth rhythmically. She sighed up each time he entered into her. As he rocked her faster and faster her burning body shivered, legs quivered in spasm, her nails clawed into his back. Her breathing became heavy and hard. Sweat appeared on her forehead. She violently shuddered. She came one-two-three time in a volley. Her breathing became slow and long, her hands fell apart on the bed, her thighs loosened its grip, her legs limped. She passed into a trance. She lay there like a withered flower.
He worked into her for a while. Within minutes he came like a volcano and erupted thrice inside her. Exhausted and emptied he lay on her supple body.
After a while he got up. His thing shrunk. It was soiled with his semen and her blood. From the slit on its tip white liquid still dripped down in drops.
He took a piece of rag and wiped her vagina and the black mound clean. He cleaned himself.
He pulled her opened blouse over her bosom. He rolled down her underskirt. He took her slender legs and carefully placed them on the cot.
He broke her center. He opened her shell. He deflowered her. He embalmed her. He filled her. The impact was so severe that she was still unconscious.
“I’ll let her alone for some time. She will wake a woman.”
She gave him a very good time in the morning. He felt grateful to her. He wanted to kiss her once more. He bent over her face. He planted a warm kiss.
Suddenly she woke up. She opened her eyes. She blushed. She smiled. There was no shame or regret. Happiness and contentment were evident on her face.
“Sir, don't go away now. Please do it to me once more. It was very painful at first then turned to be blissful and heavenly. It shook me from head to toe. Kindly do it to me one more time.” She begged.
She pulled him over her. Her hands searched for his thing. With her left hand she pulled up her underskirt. With her right hand she embedded his short prick between her moist vaginal lips and locked her thighs.
Her mouth sought his and swallowed his tongue. It was a flame inside her mouth. It sent pain pleasure waves through her belly and down her thighs. She was aroused as a woman.
His penis grew larger and stiff in no time. Her small moist opening swallowed his large organ with veritable ease. He pushed into her all of it down to its hairy root.
“Do you feel pain now?”
“I feel little pain and more pleasure and no pressure. I feel very good. No boy or man ever touched me ‘til today. In the convent even among ourselves no talk about these things and no touch, all these are dirty and forbidden, only prayer and penance.”
“What about your chest pain?”
“It's just gone”
He pounded. She responded to his thrusts with her heaving hip. She shivered for long tenacious moments and passed into a coma of blissful rapture while orgasm held him in its trembling grip for a long time. This time they climaxed together.
They lay dead.
He heard knocks at the main door. He got up. He pulled her skirts down. He cleaned himself and dressed.
She was still in the grip of coma.
He quietly stole himself from the room and noiselessly closed the door behind him.
He reached the main door and opened it.
The caretaker came in panting and shivering.
“Sir, I did not get the medicines. The shop at Manama was already closed and the other one at Gudhebia was not yet opened.”
“Never mind. She is alright. She is sleeping. Please get me a strong masala tea.”
“Ok, sir.” The caretaker went into the kitchen.
He padded across the living room towards his cabin.
At ten O'clock Kaamaakshi appeared at the door of his cabin fresh and fragrant. She looked at him as if she was a newly married girl. He beamed a smile at her. She looked radiantly happy and contented
“Wow! You look great! A grown lady?”
She covered her face with her palms and giggled
“Now what?”
“Sir, do not send me home. I do not want to go back to Sri Lanka. Please send me back to the teacher’s house. Kindly tell them that I am fine.”
“I’ll try. If they already got a maid I'll find a good family for you. Be patient. Will you come back again?”
“No, sir, but…”
“What?”
“Can I come and see you some time?”
“Of course you can. At first you change your girly dress. Wear saree and skirt. You're not a teenage girl but a woman. You are not in the convent but among the worldly people.”
“I don't have any extra clothes.”
“I will see that you get some.”
“Sir, thank you very much.”
She smiled at him ebulliently.
He was sure that she would fit in a good family and would not come back. Probably he would never see her again.
Originally published December 2010