Mythical Curse of Arun

In a mythical village near the Kerala border, a boy named Arun was born with a divine blessing and a dark curse. The blessing granted him immense strength and boundless energy. Upon reaching adulthood, a long, hard cock that never softened, allowing him to fuck for weeks without tiring.

The curse, however, was grim. His father would die if he touched his son. Arun was destined to marry either his mother or his daughter. To break the curse, he had to father a child with them and make them copulate. An angel, Ramya, appeared with this prophecy, warning of secrecy before vanishing.

Swetha, Arun’s mother, was breathtakingly beautiful. She had a curvaceous figure – full breasts, a slim waist, and hips that swayed seductively. Her husband, Santhosh, ignored the curse’s warning and touched baby Arun, dying instantly.

At 21, Swetha feared the village men’s lustful gazes on her voluptuous body. She fled with her newborn to a forest, living in isolation. They dwelt in a simple hut. Swetha wore only a saree draped loosely over her naked body. Her nipples were often visible through the thin fabric.

Arun wore a dhoti and a single shirt. After washing clothes, they’d hang them to dry and move about naked. They were unbothered by their nudity, as it was their norm.

By age 10, Arun’s strength was extraordinary—he could chop wood or lift Swetha effortlessly. She marvelled at his power but trembled at the curse’s looming reality. As he grew, Arun explored the forest.

One day, he stumbled upon a temple with an angel-like statue. Unknowing, he adorned it with garlands. The statue transformed into Angel Ramya. She blessed him with knowledge of sex and desire for women. Until then, Arun had no such feelings, viewing nudity as natural. Now, his body stirred with new urges.

Venturing further, Arun saw women and girls bathing naked in a river, laughing playfully. Slipping into mud, he was helped by a woman who washed him in the river. The others, unbothered, continued their games.

Suddenly, an enraged elephant charged. The women fled, naked, forgetting their clothes. Arun, with his blessed strength, fought the beast, his dhoti tearing away in the struggle. As the elephant fled, he stood naked. His cock—now awakened by Ramya’s blessing—growing long and hard.

He gazed at the women’s glistening bodies. Their curves, wet breasts, and exposed pussies captivated him. The women, awestruck by his physique and massive erection, questioned him. But he fled, honouring Swetha’s rule to reveal nothing.

Returning home, Arun slept naked, his cock still impressive even at rest. Swetha, returning from gathering sticks, saw him. She gasped at his size, fear of the curse gripping her. She stayed awake all night, haunted by the prophecy.

The next day, while washing clothes, she worked naked as usual. Her heavy breasts bouncing, her pussy barely hidden by the drying saree. Arun, now consumed by Ramya’s gift, stared at her angelic beauty. His cock hardened, throbbing visibly.

Swetha noticed, avoiding his gaze, terrified. Deciding to break the curse, she planned to find him a wife. On his 20th birthday, Swetha, who was in her 30s. But she looked like a radiant 20-year-old. She told Arun she’d seek a bride and forbade him from following.

Wearing her old wedding saree without a blouse, her breasts partially exposed, she trekked through the forest. She slipped on a stone, falling unconscious. Awakening with amnesia, she forgot Arun and her past. She retained only memories of her love for Santhosh.

Hearing a cry, she found a boy, Pradeep, drowning in a mud pit. Using her saree to pull him out, she stood naked before him. Pradeep, his face washed clean, resembled Santhosh, sparking her forgotten love.

Enticed by her flawless body—firm breasts, tight pussy, and round ass—he introduced himself, and they fell in love. Pradeep took Swetha to his village, Kamanagar. It was cursed so no woman could conceive until a newcomer married a local.

His proposal to Swetha was celebrated as a curse-breaker. They wed, her saree often slipping to reveal her breasts, which she didn’t bother covering. Village women, to keep their husbands’ eyes, mimicked her, going topless.  Within a year, toplessness was normal.

The men’s lust soared, fucking their wives daily. Yet, no pregnancies occurred. The women prayed at a temple, and Ramya appeared. She instructed each of them to visit a forest temple on an assigned day, bathe, and pray naked. Then keep what happened secret to conceive.

Pavithra, a newlywed, went first. After praying naked, she followed a sound to a hut and ate. She saw Arun- 6 feet tall, muscular, his cock massive and erect. Initially shocked, she melted as he lifted her, kissing her deeply. She sucked his cock.

Her pussy dripping as he fucked her relentlessly from 9 PM to 5 AM. Her orgasms shook her body. At sunrise, he blindfolded her and left her at the forest entrance with her clothes. She returned, silent but glowing, claiming she had prayed all night.

Arun, alone after Swetha left, prayed to Ramya. She promised him a woman daily for his desires, to be released before sunrise. He agreed, satisfying Pavithra as the first.

On day two, Florina, in her 30s, followed the same path. Seeing Arun’s giant frame and cock, she eagerly kissed him. She taught him new techniques—how to tease her clit, fuck her ass, and prolong pleasure.

She orgasmed repeatedly, leaving at dawn. Florina, craving more, fucked every man in her family, unsatisfied by her husband. Each day, a new woman visited, returning sex-hungry, fucking their husbands and kin. On the final day, Swetha, still amnesiac, went.

After praying naked, bees swarmed her face. Covering it with cloth, she reached the hut, ate, and explored. Arun, seeing her perfect body, lush breasts, and wet pussy-hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. Reluctant at first, she soon craved him, their bodies entwined.

Her saree fell, revealing her as his mother. Shocked but consumed by lust, they fucked wildly, her pussy clenching his cock, orgasms crashing over her. They continued for five days. Pausing only for rain or an elephant’s interruption, which Arun fought off.

Pradeep, worried, searched with the villagers. The village rejoiced as all women were pregnant, expecting Swetha’s return. Weak from five days of relentless sex, Swetha returned, unable to forget Arun’s cock.

She fucked every village man, but none satisfied her. The curse persisted for 20 years, with open sex becoming common.

After two decades, Ramya reappeared, allowing two women to visit the temple secretly. Pavithra and her daughter Tanya went first. At the hut, Pavithra, eager, kissed Arun, sucking his cock. Tanya, shocked by his size, joined. Their pussies fucked raw for 24 hours.

Arun, unaged, kept them past sunrise, thrilling Pavithra. They returned silently. Tanya now understands the village’s sexual hunger.

On the last day, Swetha and Divya visited. Swetha, seeing Arun, rushed to him, kissing him fiercely. Divya, stunned by his cock, joined as he fucked them both, their bodies slick with sweat. The sex lasted a month, pausing briefly for food.

Ramya appeared, declaring that Swetha must marry Arun to quell their lust. During a missionary fuck, they wed. Swetha and Divya orgasmed, and Arun was satisfied for the first time. Choosing not to return, they stayed in the forest, fucking daily.

Pradeep married Tanya and is living peacefully. The curse fulfilled, their lives ended in blissful debauchery.