Shalini stood in the middle of the narrow alley between the closed shops, arms wrapped tightly around Prayush. The fair continued only a short distance away, but here the world felt suspended. Closed shutters lined both sides. Anyone could have turned the corner at any moment.
Prayush's face was buried against her chest. His hands cupped the soft weight of her ass through the thin leggings, fingers already slipping into the wide tear she had made earlier. He traced the bare cleft of her ass, then lower, sliding one finger through the slick folds of her pussy before bringing it back up to his mouth to suck clean. He did it again and again—dip, taste, dip, taste—while occasionally lifting his head to lick the warm skin of her neck and the soft upper swell of her breasts where the kurti had shifted.
Shalini held him just as tightly. Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking slowly, almost tenderly, while her body remained pressed against his. She had stopped thinking about the risk. The only things that existed were the heat of his mouth, the wet drag of his finger, and the deep, unfinished ache between her legs.
Elsewhere, Malika walked at a fast pace, Avi's hand firmly in hers. The boy kept asking the same questions.
"Aunty, why can't you call Mummy again? Just tell her to come here. We're not that far."
Malika answered him with calm, patient lies. Inside, her mind was already rearranging the day. The original plan had collapsed the moment the urgent call came, but a new one had formed just as quickly. She would keep Avi with her the entire day. They would return to the hotel only at night—or tomorrow morning if she felt like it. Shalini would be left alone in the fair with nothing but the tasks Malika would send through Momscircle.
She had already blocked Shalini's number. Every few minutes she pretended to try calling, holding the phone to her ear and frowning at the screen for Avi's benefit.
"Signal is still not coming," she said smoothly. "We'll try again once we're farther."
She walked faster.
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Back in the alley, Shalini's breathing had grown heavier. The slow teasing was no longer enough. She suddenly pushed against Prayush's shoulders, forcing him down to his knees.
"Lick," she whispered.
Prayush obeyed at once. His hands spread the torn fabric wider and his mouth covered her bare pussy. He licked in long, hungry strokes, tongue pushing inside her, then circling her swollen clit. Shalini's head tipped back. Soft, broken sounds began to leave her throat.
"Ahh… yes… like that… mmhh… don't stop…"
Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her hips rolled against his face. The wet sounds of his tongue mixed with her rising moans.
"Ahhh—fuck… I'm close… keep going… ahhh—"
She was right at the edge when her eyes opened and locked on a figure standing at the mouth of the alley.
A boy roughly Prayush's age was staring straight at them.
Shock slammed through her. She shoved Prayush away hard, spun around, and yanked her kurti down. Prayush stumbled, then scrambled to his feet, confusion and fear on his face.
"Ma'am—what happened?"
Shalini didn't answer immediately. She forced herself to take two, then three deep breaths until the panic loosened. This was not the first time someone had almost caught them. The same thing had happened that morning at the cottage. The memory settled her. A slow, naughty smile curved her lips.
She shook her head and looked at Prayush.
"Are you cursed or something? Every single time I'm with you and I'm about to come, someone appears and ruins it. And then the orgasm that should have been yours ends up on someone else's tongue."
Prayush's face went blank with shock. He had no answer.
Shalini looked past him at the boy, then back at Prayush.
"In the train Ravi took your place and fucked me until I came. At the cottage the old man walked in and I handled it. This is the third time. Now you handle it yourself if you want me to come on your dick. Otherwise I'm giving the chance to that boy."
Prayush's face drained of colour.
"No—no, Ma'am, please. I'll handle it. Don't do that."
"All right," she said calmly. "I'm standing right here. Handle it."
Prayush walked toward the boy on unsteady legs. The boy stepped back once. Prayush stopped and raised both hands.
"Brother, just listen. I'm not going to do anything. Please."
He moved closer again. This time the boy stayed still. When Prayush reached him he spoke quickly, voice low.
"That is my girlfriend. Please don't call anyone or say anything. If you want money I can give it."
The boy looked from Prayush to Shalini, then back again. His own voice was nervous.
"I don't need money. But… can I get the same thing you're getting from her? It would be my first time."
Anger flared hot in Prayush's chest, but he forced it down. *What if he calls someone? What if his father finds out? Shalini went with the old man this morning… this boy is my age. I should ask her. Even if she refuses I'll just pay him and end it.*
He returned to Shalini and told her everything.
For a moment she put on an angry expression and scolded him. When she saw the tears starting in his eyes, her face softened. She sighed.
"All right. I'm ready. Tell me what I have to do for you."
She cupped his face, kissed his forehead, and gently wiped the tears with her thumb.
"Don't tell Ravi this… but I like you better. You love me so much I can see it in your eyes. That's why I went with the cottage man—so you wouldn't get into trouble in your own village. And now I'm going to open my legs and take another boy's dick inside me… for you."
Prayush's eyes reddened further. Fresh tears spilled.
Shalini kept speaking, the words tumbling out before she fully realised them.
"How many more dicks am I going to take on this trip just so I can spend time alone with you, my cute little baby? Would you make your mama into a slut whose legs have to open every time she needs her little baby's dick inside her?"
The moment the words left her mouth she blushed hard.
"Don't tell Ravi that either. Now go. Agree to him. But tell him if he wants to put it inside me he must have a place where no one will disturb us."
Prayush nodded, wiped his face, and walked back to the boy. Anger still simmered, but underneath it a fierce, almost giddy happiness burned—she had called herself his mama, had said she liked him more than Ravi. He told the boy the condition. The boy agreed at once and introduced himself as Anand. Prayush gave his own name. Together they returned to Shalini. After brief introductions they followed Anand in silence.
Anand led them through another narrow passage between closed shops until they reached a small cluster of three cloth-covered stalls at the very back of the fairground. The area was almost completely enclosed; only the narrow path they had used remained open. He took them to the last and most hidden stall, untied the entrance, and stepped inside.
The moment Shalini followed, her phone rang.
Malika's name lit the screen. Shalini's mind went blank for a second—she had completely forgotten about her son and Malika. Panic flickered, then she answered.
Malika's voice came through calmly. She explained the urgent call, the temple, and that she had taken Avi with her. On Malika's side, Avi stood close enough to hear every word. Malika continued, loud enough for him:
"Yes, yes, I don't know what happened but my signal was gone earlier… so I'm saying you can return to the hotel. I'll come with Avi at night. The temple is a bit far and the road goes through the jungle—no autos or taxis easily. You go back alone. If I finish early we'll come tonight; otherwise tomorrow morning."
Shalini listened in silence the entire time. By the end she understood everything. Malika had deliberately created a full day of freedom for her. A wide smile spread across her face.
"Okay. Give Avi a kiss for me. And whatever else you want to say—I already know you're going to give me tasks—send them on Momscircle. I've turned notifications on."
"Okay," Malika replied.
The call ended. Almost immediately a notification appeared. Shalini opened Momscircle and read the message Malika had already prepared.
The task was clear and brutal:
Roam the fairground alone.
Give away at least ten bras and panties to different beggars.
Each item must be removed in front of them.
Only one item per beggar.
Wear clothing that makes you sweat heavily.
Stay on the edge the entire day.
After every item given, buy a new one, wear it until it is soaked with sweat and your own wetness, then give that one away.
After every single gift, finger yourself to the edge.
Only after the full task is completed may you take a dick inside you.
Just reading it made fresh wetness slide down her inner thighs. The final condition landed hardest—she could not let Anand fuck her until the task was finished.
She looked up at the two boys waiting inside the winter-clothing stall and decided to talk first.
"Prayush," she said, "Malika called. Her brother is coming to pick us up for the temple. I have to go back. You should go home now so that when I call you tonight you can come out easily."
Disappointment flickered across his face, then hope when he heard the last part. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll go."
She turned to Anand.
"I have a situation. Take Prayush's number and come with him tonight."
She saw the fear and suspicion in Anand's eyes—the belief that they would simply disappear.
"Don't worry," she said evenly. "I am a woman of my word. I never take back what I promise. If you're thinking of forcing anything, don't. You would be dead before you touched me. So choose—believe me and keep the hope, or choose a dead end."
Even Prayush looked startled by the cold certainty in her voice. Anand swallowed and nodded quickly.
"I believe you, Madam. Please… I really want you to be my first. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. I'm begging."
Shalini cupped his face, leaned down, and gave him a light peck on the lips.
"Don't worry. I will be your first. And if I like how you perform… who knows, you might get more chances."
Anand's eyes lit up. He took Prayush's number at once. Shalini looked at Prayush.
"You can go home now. I have ten minutes before I leave. I'll spend them with Anand. Wait for me tonight. I'll be only yours again… the way I was at the cottage."
Prayush's cock jumped hard inside his pants. He nodded rapidly and almost ran from the stall.
The moment his footsteps faded, Shalini turned fully to Anand.
"Give me clothes to wear."
He looked confused—everything in the stall was winter wear and it was May—but he began opening bundles anyway. Shalini selected a thick sweatshirt and a pair of thermal leggings that felt almost hot to the touch. Right in front of him she pulled her kurti over her head, leaving her bare breasts exposed. She asked if he had bras and panties. Still dazed, he hurried to produce them. All were one size smaller than she usually wore. She took five bras and five panties, put one bra on, then slowly pushed her leggings down.
She stood completely naked in front of him, trimmed pussy on full display.
"Come," she said. "Taste what you're hoping to get tonight… or tomorrow."
Anand dropped to his knees and crawled forward. His mouth covered her at once, licking greedily. Shalini let him continue for two full minutes, soft moans slipping out as the pleasure climbed.
"Ahh… yes… just like that… mmhh—"
When she felt herself nearing the edge she pushed his head away, stepped into a tight new pair of panties, then pulled on the thermal leggings. She asked for socks, put them on, slipped her heels back on, and packed the remaining bras and panties into her handbag. She left her old clothes where they lay.
"Wait for my call, baby."
She walked out.
The moment she stepped into the open air the heat of the May sun hit the heavy winter clothes. Sweat began almost immediately. Inside the too-small bra her breasts grew damp; the tight panties clung and started to soak with both sweat and the fresh wetness leaking from her. By the time she reached the same alley where Anand had first seen her, the task requirement echoed in her head again—*stay on edge*.
She slipped into the side space, hurriedly pushed the thermal leggings and panties down, and began fingering herself roughly while pinching her nipples hard through the thick sweatshirt.
"Ahh—fuck… mmhh… ahhh—"
She drove herself right to the brink, then bit her lip and forced her hand away. Shaking, she pulled the tight panties and leggings back up. The small size made the fabric dig into her wet folds and the cleft of her ass. Every step she took smeared her own juices deeper into the cloth.
She began walking toward the place where she had earlier given her first pair of panties to the old beggar, already scanning for the next target, body hot, pussy aching, and the long, filthy task only just beginning.