The Prey & The Predator

Hi all, to add more spice of nativity in order to get that extra kick while reading the submission below I am taking the readers to a small hamlet in Tanjore District Kuttalaam. Nested in between the temple town of Kumbakonam & Mayavaram is this little lush green hamlet bubbling with Agriculture activity & seconded by Gulf employment. Literally every second house in this village will have men in working in the Gulf countries.

When I mention Gulf workers what comes to our mind immediately is a sex starving women who has 30 days in a year to satisfy herself while her husband is here for a yearly vacation. Unfortunately the act of sex and eating is a constant factor in the lives of human being, even if the women is fucked thrice a week for the whole of 30 days vacation she will become hungry the next week or fortnight from the time her hubby leaves her high & dry for the next 11 months. Narrated below is one such suffering of a woman whose husband is toiling it out in the near 50 degree of heat in Al Jubail Saudi Arabia.

The sound of crickets sounded loud in the dark of the paddy field. An owl hooted and somewhere in the distance. It was just past nightfall and Jalal Gardner was on his way home from his uncle's farm after helping his uncle all thru the day. He was sweaty and itchy from the grass and hauling bales of hay up into the lorry.

The very first day of May 2009, day’s heat had reached almost hundred degrees out in the fields. Twenty year old Jalal was a hard worker and a hardy young man, grown tough by heavy farm work. But even the hardiest of souls drooped after a day working in this heat. Now the small pond that nested along the border of the two paddy fields sounded like heaven and he took off at an almost trot towards his favorite swimming hole.

He'd almost reached it when he heard a voice. It startled him, so he dropped to his haunches, creeping forward just far enough to be able to carefully pull aside the brush. His jaw dropped, his eyes opening wide at the sight before him.

It was the lady who bought the field that lay on the other side of the pond from his uncle. She'd been living there for a few weeks now, and Jalal had gotten a good look at her when he'd dropped off a pending document delivery there for his uncle. Now he was getting an even better look.

She was standing at the edge of his pond, her head tipped back, staring up at the starlit sky above her. Her hands were on her waist, her hair held in a clip at the back of her head. As he watched, she reached up, taking the clip from her hair, shaking her head. The glistening locks fell free in the light of the moon, almost as if shafts of moonlight had fallen to bath her in its glory.



Jalal shook his head at his own fanciful notions, but the thought stuck with him as he watched her. She reached for the hook on the short sleeved red checked blouse she wore, slowly slipping them free. Dropping it on the shore, she lifted her arms above her head, gathering her hair and letting it slip slowly free like a waterfall of molten silver beams.

She stretched, then her hands went to the front of her body and he saw the straps of her bra loosen, falling down her arms to land on top of her shirt. She slowly rubbed her shoulder and he could see the imprint of the strap in her soft pale skin. She turned to the side and he could see the soft curve of her breast, the heavy rounding of flesh and the soft dark tip. They seemed almost weightless against her slender ribs, standing tall and firm.

Jalal felt his heart jump into his throat, his cock jerking and twitching in his undergarment as if it had a mind of its own. He'd never seen a woman as beautiful as this. The lady in the clearing bent, her hands pulling at the soft cotton petticoat she wore, pushing them down her long legs, leaving her naked.

The beat of Jalal’s heart seemed almost too loud, he was surprised she didn't hear it, pounding from his hiding place at the side of the clearing, peering at her from beneath a bush. His lungs seemed full of air too thick to expel, leaving him to pant as he tried to catch his breath. He was afraid to make his move. His heart said ‘go’ but his head said ‘no’

He thought of her screaming, calling his uncle who headed the Jamat in the local mosque and telling them what a pervert his nephew was kept him where he was, breathless, his cock throbbing against his undergarment. When her hands ran across the tips of her breasts, he almost groaned, barely keeping it inside. She cupped the round, smooth flesh, her fingers tugging on her nipples, twisting gently. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she licked them sensually, letting her head fall back as her wet digits caressed her nipples. Then her hands were on her stomach, traveling slowly over the softness of the flesh over her ribs, trailing over the tiny indent of her navel.



Bent over, facing away from him, her bottom split into two ripe halves, her taut thighs teasing him with glimpses of the soft pink flesh of her pussy that he could see between. She was an amazing sight, her hair falling over her & it was like watching Meenakashi Seshadari in her current age the celluloid queen who dominated the fiery late eighties.

She turned, facing him, letting him see that her pussy was completely bare & shaved not a hair remained. The lips of her sex were thick, the fleshy bud of her clit peeping out from between them. As Jalal watched, she slid her hands down her stomach, one sliding between her thighs, slowly strumming her fingers over her hardened clit.

Jalal must have made some sort of noise for she turned and looked up at him, finding him in the brush. She gasped, her hands coming to cover her body as best as she could. One arm went across her luscious tits, the other hand slid between her thighs, covering her bare mound. Even as she tried to hide herself, Jalal saw her shiver in reaction.



"Who are you?" she called, a note of frustration in her voice.

"I...I'm sorry ma'am. I...I didn't mean to spy." He stood, pushing his way into the clearing, his eyes roaming over her near nudity.

"Aren't you the Gardner boy?" she asked, moving closer.

"Yes, I'm Jalal Gardner. I...I really am sorry ma'am." But he didn't stop gawking. She was close to twenty years older than his own twenty years of age, but she had a body that was absolutely gorgeous.

"Well come closer," she said, dropping her hand from her breasts and waving him nearer. "I don't know if you got my name that day you dropped in with your uncle isn’t it?

Jalal took a step closer, his eyes almost bulging as she seemed to relax in front of him. He knew she was waiting for him to say something but he couldn't think of a thing to say, not this close to the beauty of her body. He nodded his head, trying to look at anything but her.

"Cat's got your tongue, huh?" she teased lightly. "I'm sorry, I'm a terrible please. I was going to take a dip in the pond. It's so hot and muggy out I couldn't even think of staying in the house anymore tonight. Would you care to join me?"

"J-join you? You mean, in the pond, n-naked?"

"Well, I didn't bring a spare dress, did you?"

He shook his head mutely hearing her sweet laugh trill out into the night. Her tits jiggled slightly, the nipples growing hard as he watched.

"Come on, Jalal The Gardner. Take a chance and come swimming with a lady old enough to be your mother." She took a step back, her hand dropping from her groin. She raised both her hands, wiggling her fingers at him as she took a step into the cool waters of the pond. "It'll be heavenly," she promised in a husky whisper.

Jalal’s hands were shaking as he raised them to his baniyan, pulling it from his body. Farm work had given him a muscled physique, rippling his stomach and making his chest wide and broad. With his dark hair and black eyes, he was a handsome youth, one that the girls all sighed over when he walked down the market street.



"Very nice," she said, her eyes taking in each inch of bare skin he exposed. He could feel her eyes on his hands as he brought them to the dothi knot and knew a moment of shyness that had his skin flushing red.

"Let me help," she said softly, walking toward him. She nudged his hands away from his dothi, replacing them with her own. The soft skin of her fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of his lower belly, making him shiver, sensations shifting through him, causing his cock to jerk, already hard from the her strip tease with the moon as her spotlight.

He moaned softly, unable to help himself as her fingers stroked along the long, hard bulge of his cock.

"This is all you?" she asked suddenly, squeezing the bulge gently in her palm. "Oh it is," she said on a rush of breath. "How wonderful."

Maaammm," he stammered, his hips moving unconsciously against her hand. "Y-you are going to make me..."

"Come?" she asked upon a short laugh. "Not yet I'm not." She dropped to her knees in the soft grass that surrounded the pool, her industrious fingers easily pulling away in a single stroke the dothi. Then she pushed the undergarment to the ground.

"Very nice, Jalal. May I have a taste?" she asked, her tongue licking out and swiping at her full upper lip.

"Y-you want to...to..."

"I want to take this beautiful cock in my mouth, Jalal, and give you a blowjob until you spew your hot sperm into my mouth." She gazed up at him and he couldn't help but think of some of the pictures he'd seen in the Malayalam movies that he’d rarely seen, older women, beautiful older women kneeling submissively at a younger man's feet, willing to please him, to do anything that would make him feel good, not to forget the native lungi and blouse showing off the knockers.

"Oh God," he groaned, reaching out tentatively and stroking his hand through the softness of her hair. "Yes."

Her smile was full, predatory and promising, tugging the undergarment gently down until his cock popped free, almost slapping her in the face as it sprang free of the restricting fabric. She helped him free his feet of his undergarment, then ran her hands up over his hairy legs, stopping just before reaching the apex of his thighs.

Jalal's eyes were peeled to her face, watching her expressions as she stared at his cock. He'd wondered how he would stack up against other guys of his village, though he'd never really looked at any other guy. But the look in her eyes, the admiration he could see, told him he must be doing okay.

The first touch of her hand, stroking softly down from the tip of his cock to the base, nearly sent him to his knees. It was so different than the feel of his own hand on those nights when sleep evaded him until he tamed the lust that flowed through his body. Her’s was soft, her skin satiny smooth, her grip delicately tight. Her thumb brushed over the tip, feeling the copious amounts of pre-cum that slicked the thick head.



With her eyes on him, she leaned forward, her tongue licking over her lips, wetting them, before sliding over the curved head. Wet heat engulfed him, slowly taking more and then more until he pressed up against the back of her throat, almost making her gag. His knees went weak at the sensations, his legs shaking as she pulled back, her hand coming up to cradle his balls, slowly rolling them in her palm, gently pulling and stretching at the wrinkled skin.

Jalal closed his eyes, his hands going to her head, holding each side as she bobbed against him. He could feel the suction around him as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing out. "Oh God, I...I'm not going to last long," he cried, his hips jerking as he started to thrust into her mouth.

Her hand stroked his shaft in time to the suckling of her mouth, humming as he swelled in her mouth. His balls felt as if they were churning, his cock felt as if it would explode. Heat shot through him, a tingling rush that had him throwing his head back, crying out as he filled her mouth with his cum.

The first rush shot into the back of her throat, the next filled her mouth full. Jalal felt her swallowing, a sensation unlike anything he'd ever thought to experience before. It sent another pulse through him and Jalal filled her mouth once more, a groan of satisfaction escaping his lips.

Even as he finished coming, she kept him in her mouth, her tongue slipping around his still hard shaft, sneaking into the crevices and lapping up any of his spunk that had escaped her lips. Content that he was clean, she leaned back, her hand stroking over his cock, keeping him hard even as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hmm," she moaned softly, licking her lips. "I enjoyed that, did you?"

"Oh God," he groaned. "If I'd enjoyed it any more the top of my head would have blown off."

She chuckled, a husky almost rusty sound. "I take it you've never done that before." It was a statement, not a question.

"N-no"

"You poor boy," she said in a friendly manner, her free hand sliding up to her breast and tweaking her hard nipple. "So you're still a virgin then?"

"Yes," he sighed, his eyes riveted upon her hand as she squeezed her tits, cupping one and bringing her nipple to her mouth so that she might run her tongue around the hard tip. "C-can I do that?" he asked.



"I was hoping you'd want to," she said.

Jalal held his hand out to her. "Uh, I'm not sure I know what to do, Mam."

"Oh please, you just came in my mouth, I think you can call me Ayesha," she laughed, though not cruelly. "You just do what you want and I promise, I'll let you know if I enjoy it."

"Can I kiss you, Ayesha?"

"Definitely," she said, rising and stepping into his arms. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hard nipples felt like tiny little drills, boring pleasurably into his skin. His hands went to her waist, slid around to her back as he dropped his head to kiss her.

Ayesha was exactly at the right height, just small enough to make him feel manly but not too short that he had to stretch his neck to kiss her. Pulling her closer, he felt her lift on her toes, leaning into him and letting him hold up her weight.

He could taste his cum in her mouth, a slightly bitter taste but it didn't turn him off, instead, he found it an odd reminder of the pleasure she'd given him, making him moan as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She suckled on it, her moan telling him of her delight in his uninhibited response.

Jalal could have stayed that way, kissing her forever, but her hands were moving over his body, slowly but surely driving him mad to have her again. Brazenly, he slid his fingers over her side, stroking under her arm and finding the curve of her breast.

His hand lifted the unfamiliar texture of her flesh, lifting it and marveling at how it could be so firm yet so soft at the same time. Then he brushed his thumb over the hardened nub of her nipple, feeling her shudder delicately in his arms.

"Oh yes," she moaned, pulling from his mouth, her hands going to his head to pull him down so that he could take her nipple in his mouth. "Suck on it," she told him softly. "Lick at it and use your teeth."

"You want me to bite you?" he asked, charged for the job.

Ayesha laughed. "No, more like nibble. Let me feel your teeth but don't try to bite my nipple off."

"Like this?" he asked, scraping his teeth gently over her fragile flesh. He heard her moan and felt her hands push deeper into his hair, holding him to her.

"Yes," she hissed, arching her back. "That feels wonderful, Jalalss."

He liked the way she tasted, slightly salty from the heat. He lapped at the small morsel, kissing it before turning to the other breast. With his mouth opened wide, he sucked as much of her tit as he could in his mouth before nibbling on her nipple. Ayesha’s moans seemed to urge him on and he made love to her beautiful mounds until she was a twisting writhing mass in his arms.

Ayesha finally pulled away from him, going to one of the larger trees near the bank of the pond. Lying down in the soft grass, she held her arms up for him, her smile beckoning and welcoming prey.

Jalal hurried to her, dropping to his knees beside her, watching as she teasingly spread open her thighs, letting him see the petal pink flesh inside. She was glistening with her juices, the aroma of her arousal filling the air around them.

"Have you ever kissed a woman's pussy, Jalal?" she asked.

"No," he whispered, his eyes drawn to that part of her anatomy. Without waiting for her directions, he slipped between her parted thighs, scooting down until his feet were in the gently lapping water, his mouth right above her bare mound. "You'll tell me if I don't do something right?" he asked self-consciously.

"Oh you'll know."

Closing his eyes, Jalal stuck his tongue out, swiping it through the pretty flesh. He blinked in surprise at the taste. He'd thought it would be gross or smelly. Instead she tasted almost sweet. Moving closer, he stared down at the thick vertical lips laid out before him. His fingers moved down, pulling her lips apart, holding her open for his tongue.

Breathing in, he could smell the musky aroma of her sex, it was a heady scent, one that had his cock standing at attention, begging for more of the newness of Ayeshas.

"Come on, Jalal honey," she said breathlessly. "Don't tease me."

"Why not?" he asked seriously, his eyes upon her pretty face. She rose up on her elbows, her bright eyes shining at him.

"Not to sound like your mother or anything, Jalal, but...Because I said so," she ordered sternly though the glint of humor was still in her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. He dived back between her thighs, his tongue searching through her fragrant folds, lapping at the sweetness of her. He found her clit accidentally, hearing her groan as he nudged the small bead of flesh, gasping as he nibbled upon it, then sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh yeah, right there, Jalal," Ayesha almost purred, her hips moving under his tongue. "God yes," she hissed, her hands digging into the grasses at her side. Her thighs gripped his head, her body starting to writhe under him, her head shifting restlessly.

Jalal felt her begin to quiver, felt the flesh his tongue was buried in start to spasm. She cried out with pleasure, her hand reaching out to pull his head even closer, almost suffocating him in her flesh.

Before Ayesha was finished, he pulled away, pushing her thighs apart and climbing clumsily between. He held his cock in his hand, directing it toward her pussy. With a quick thrust, Jalal filled her, shivering at the sensations being held in her hot wet grip were sending through him. He heard her grunt, felt the fluttering of the muscles in side her body and had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.

"Jalal!" she cried, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he started moving inside of her. He plunged slowly, savoring his first fuck, eager to learn everything he could teach her. He felt her hands move over his back, sliding down the taut muscles and over to his ass where she gripped him, pulling him even deeper.

Jalal fucked her, feeling Ayesha legs come up to wrap around his waist, her hands urging him on. He could hear her cries and moans as he thrust faster into her wetness, felt her hand slip between them, her fingers going to her clit, strumming it quickly. Her body seemed to contort, growing taut as a bow, her eyes going blind as her climax took her over once more. He held still above her, waiting until she relaxed under him. Then he grabbed her waist, rolling with her until she sat above him, her cunt sliding even further down his cock in this position.

"You fuck me," Jalal growled, watching as her eyes grew wide, her lips tipping up.

"Oh for the stamina of youth," she quipped, balancing herself with her hands on his chest. Ayesha started to grind against him, rising and lowering over him. He let his hands roam over her body, loving the way her tits jiggled with her every move, her nipples hard little points. "You feel so good, my boy," she lisped.

Ayesha rode him, moving surely. He watched her face, enjoying every emotion displayed there. She bit her lip, letting her head fall back, her long hair shimmering around her. He dug in his heels, moving his hips under hers, thrusting up into her. She grabbed his hand, pushing it against her bare mound. "Play with my clit," Ayesha gasped. "Rub it quick."

"I'm going to c-come," he growled.

"Oh yeah, come for me," she panted, quickening her pace, grinding against his hand. "Come with me," she moaned.

"Now?" he grunted, grabbing her waist and pulling her down hard.

"Yes!" she screamed, slamming down on top of him.

Jalal pulsed inside of her, thick, rich, creamy spunk, spending himself in her, his toes curling as Ayesha drained his cock. She fell against him, lying on top of him, her hair falling to land against his face, strands dancing as his heavy breath whistled out of his mouth.

They lay there, tangled together, neither of them in any hurry to move. The distant village sound sang around them, the breeze moving the leaves in a shushing whoosh, the crickets sang and the owl hooted over head. Jalal heard the sounds, the beat of his heart almost a counterpoint to the song around him. Ayesha stirred first, sitting up and pushing her hair from out of her face. She bent and gave him a kiss, soft and lingering.

"You are amazing," Ayesha whispered, stroking her hand over his cheek.

"Really?" Jalal asked, blushing as he thought of how that sounded.

"Yes, really." She sat up, stretching above him before standing up. In the light of the moon, the trailing wetness that flooded down her thighs shone darkly against her pale skin. She turned, walking into the pool of water, giving a delicate shiver at the coolness of it.

Cool folks! & they lived happily ever after……………comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ