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Kaliyuga Charitham

Part 1.1.1: Swetha's fantasy and Brandon's plan for revenge

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This story is a continuation of Kaliyuga Charitham P-1.1.0. So please read that part (or listen to the audio narration) before continuing to this one.

Part 1: Swetha

Swetha returned downstairs after waking her son up for school. He was late today, that was unlikely for him, but Swetha chose to not be bothered about it because she knew that her son had been going through a lot these days.

She had seen hints that Varun had been getting into trouble with other kids at school, like a bruise on his face that he couldn’t explain properly or muddy clothes. There was also that incident with the principal and that boy, Brandon. But her son had promise that it was nothing, so she believed him.

Swetha got back to the kitchen and the final dishes that she had to wash. She had already put Varun’s breakfast on the dining table.

Varun was there in 5 minutes, he hurried with the breakfast, taking big swallows, not bothering to chew.

“Be careful Varun, you will get something stuck in your throat,” she warned him.

“Sorry mom,” he reduced his pace but not so much. He finished in a couple of minutes and ran out with a quick goodbye.

Swetha sighed, she was not happy, but she was not going to bother her son either, not the first thing in the morning.

She washed the last of the dishes and took Varun’s plate from the dining table and washed that too.

Her husband, Anand, had left an hour ago and now she had the whole house to herself. That is how it was most of the time, just her, alone in the house with nothing much to do other than cooking, cleaning, watching TV and reading.

Among these reading was what took most of her time. Leaving reality behind and escaping into fantasies was the only thing that kept her sane in these periods of loneliness.

Swetha tidied up the kitchen, went to her bedroom and laid down on the bed. She took out her e-reader from the bed-side drawer and resumed reading.

This time it was not fiction; it was Nancy Friday’s ‘My Secret Garden’. It’s a compendium of sexual fantasies and they did not fail to keep her over the edge. Some fantasies in the book stretched her imagination so wildly that they pushed her to the edge of an orgasm with very little stimulation.

She was on such a part right now. It was a cougar fantasy of a woman in a fictional matriarchal institution ordering two young men to strip and then inspecting their cocks as they got erect. She pulled up her nighty above her hip and pulled down her panties.

This was not the flavor of her usual fantasies, but it made her wet anyway. The idea of having a sense of sexual authority over men much younger than herself was extremely erotic.

Swetha ran her fingers through the tangles of her pubic bush till they touched the swollen nub of her clitoris. The muscles of her leg clenched at the touch and she stopped reading and closed her eyes as her fingers traced circles around her clitoral hood.

In her own mind she was that matriarch, and she was sitting on an office chair, naked from the waist down. The chair was wet with her love juices and butt sweat. On the desk in front of her was a nervous boy, eighteen, fully naked, sitting with his legs on both sides of her chair.

And under the desk was another boy, a little older, but just as naked as the first. He was looking up at her eagerly and she spread her legs wider, to give him a better view of her mature pussy. But as he began to bring his face closer, she waved a finger at him signaling, ‘not yet’.

Meanwhile the boy sitting on the desk had a flaccid penis but as she gave it a gentle touch, it twitched a little and started coming to life. She smiled and lifted her head to look him straight in the eye.

They both had familiar faces, they resembled one of her son’s friends or maybe someone from a TV series she watched, she was not sure.

The younger boy was clearly nervous, it was his first time. “It’s okay my little one, don’t be scared,” she reassured him with a motherly smile.

Then she took two of her fingers and caressed the underside of his semi-erect penis. It inflated instantly and got fully erect, standing straight up from his crotch and pointing at her face.

“That’s my boy,” she cheered him on as the boy underneath the table waited patiently. She put her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer giving him the green light to start worshiping her pussy.

His hot tongue lapped at her eagerly and she shifted on the chair to allow him easy access. Then, without warning she took the other boy’s cock in her mouth and sucked at it while darting her tongue all over the mushroom head.

His eyes widened and then closed as the pleasure flashed through and overpowered his nerves. She kept sucking like a nursing baby, the smooth skin of his cock and the irresistible flavor of his precum urging her on.

Back in reality, she was rubbing her pussy with more vigor. She changed hands from left to right and bought the fingers of her left hand to her mouth and sucked her pussy juices off them the same way she was pleasuring her imaginary young cock.

Meanwhile in the fantasy she had gotten into that zone where everything else disappeared other than the cock in her mouth and the face between her legs. She got up a little and pushed the chair back and remained in a squatting position with one hand on the desk and the other on the young boy’s thigh for support.

The older boy took the cue and turned around bringing his face under her to replace the now-gone chair. Swetha pushed her hips down and vigorously rubbed her wet pussy and sweaty ass on his face. He pushed back and kept licking and sucking with equal enthusiasm.

This was it. She was close. It made her press her face harder, pushing the cock in her mouth deeper down. When her chin touched his ball-sack, her throat spasms worked on his cockhead like a milking machine.

On her bed, Swetha arched her back and moaned as she came on her trembling fingers. The vision vanished and everything dissolved into the sweet blackness of orgasmic bliss.

After a few seconds the tension in her chest made her realize that she was holding her breath. She exhaled and slumped back onto the bed, not bothering to open her eyes.

Part 2: Varun

Varun was sitting on a corner in the school cafeteria and opening his lunch when he heard the voice that he dreaded the most.

“Hey fuckface, need some company for lunch?” Brandon called out to him in a tone that was half mocking and half threatening.

Varun did not reply, it was a habit developed from long experience. Don’t react unless it is absolutely necessary and let the bully get the least amount of fun from the process. It might not work always, but with Brandon it works as a good delaying tactic to play until he goes off to do something else that is more interesting.

“No talking, huh?” Brandon asked in a whisper, towering over his side. His two cronies Chris and Kevin were behind him, looking at them eager for the exchange to turn into an interesting scene.

Varun did not look at him, he tried his best to focus on something else, like the empty chair in front of him. He felt his heart picking up the pace, its beats accelerated by the adrenaline that had flooded up his blood stream.

His morning dream flashed through his mind and he remembered a few glimpses of that version of Brandon. The contrast was extreme. The real-life Brandon was more mean, more intimidating and way more dangerous.

“Are you listening to me, fuckface?” Brandon raised his voice a bit.

“Yes,” Varun replied making sure not to let any emotion sweep into the word, even though he had no idea what Brandon said just now.

He hoped that Brandon will not resort to violence, not here in front of everyone. That would mean some serious consequences, now that Brandon had already received a warning from the principal, last week, after he filed a complaint. It will only make things worse.

“See fuckface, you can keep silent for as long as you like but let me make it clear to you that it won’t help you for much longer. There are countless ways for me to make you react without getting into trouble with that old hag. I can catch you on your way to home, if I want, or I can even go to that girlfriend of yours… Anya, is it?” Varun’s neck muscles twitched at the mention of that name, and he found himself looking at Brandon.

He did not intent to flinch like that, but it was an involuntary action like the one you get when somebody swings their hand close to your face. “Oh, look at that, so she is an important one guys,” Brandon said to Chris and Kevin. “Yeah yeah…” they both agreed and started laughing.

“She is not my girlfriend,” Varun said doing his best not to take his eyes from him.

There were a few seconds of silence when they just stared at each other, Varun fought the urge to look away but to his surprise Brandon did not say another word. He just turned and left, that evil grin not quite disappearing from his face. His cronies followed.

‘This is not good’, Varun thought. He had known Anya for years. Her mom was a close friend of his mom and they talked when they met at school but other than that there was nothing between them. The fact that Brandon suspected her to be his girlfriend is just stupid. ‘He won’t do anything, he’s just messing with you,’ Varun told himself and proceeded to eat his lunch.

Part 3: Brandon

The school day had come to an end and so did his football practice. It was a good day. They are making good progress in getting ready for the upcoming game.

Brandon went to the lockers and changed to his casuals, Chris and Kevin were waiting for him when he returned to the school’s front entrance, ready to leave.

“Brandon, did you hear that?” Kevin whispered as he got closer, “That girl on NaughtyFans named DaddysPrincessXXX is actually Lucy.”

“What Lucy?” Brandon asked in a completely disinterested tone. He was used to hearing Kevin’s boatloads of bullshit.

“Lucy from our Spanish class, because I have been told by some reliable sources that she does have the same tattoo on her left butt cheek,” Kevin said eager for Brandon to agree with him.

“Come on… that girl doesn’t even show her face, he’s just talking shit,” Chris interjected.

“Can you both stop this bullshit and talk about something useful. What about the thing I asked you for?” Brandon asked, ending the previous argument.

“What thing?” Kevin was confused.

“Oh shit. Did you forget that too? I told you to find out more about that girl, Anya.”

“Oh fuckface’s girl. Didn’t forget thaaaaat…” Kevin drawled the last word. “From my enquiry, she’s a nerd, the same grade as ours, we have some classes with her, but you wouldn’t have noticed because you’re always…”

“Are they a thing?” Brandon asked not waiting for Kevin to finish.

“No one told so. Doesn’t seem like it” Kevin answered.

It was Chris who spoke this time, “But I am pretty sure that Varun does have a thing for her. He clearly flinched when you mentioned her at lunch.”

“That will help. I still owe him big from the last time he made a complaint to the principal and the time for payback is long overdue.” Brandon was focused on his thoughts.

“What do you have in mind?” Chris asked.

“Oh, a few things actually. This is going to be really…” Brandon was cut off by Kevin who shook him by the shoulders, “Brandon, look, look. That’s the girl. There, by the bench. In that hoodie.”