[ananth1986]

Alex is pushing Raju but
Roz and Raju are deep in love
without knowing it.

[Neelkantha]

ananth1986 ~ I think Alex is acting like the Sutradhar between two of them. And you are right. The both love each other deeply.

[Neelkantha]

Part 209 – Madam Unleashed Havoc Upon Raju

 

Pihu’s POV- “The next day, as I was heading to Rozina Madam’s house, I went with the intention of surprising her by giving her a kiss. But little did I know that, instead of me surprising her, I was the one in for a surprise, and a delightful one at that!” Saying this, Raju looked at me and laughed. I (Pihu) asked him, “What kind of surprise? Who gave it to you? Your Madam?” Laughing once again in response, Raju said, “You’ll only find that out by listening to the story, Mami (aunty). I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for you by saying it away beforehand. Just keep listening to my story.” With that, Raju once again began to recount his story to me: “Just like every other evening, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time that day. In the beginning, Madam used to stay late at the university, working alone; occasionally, the two of us would travel to her home together. Sometimes she would be late in arriving, and I would sit downstairs with the watchman, waiting for her. But all of this belongs to the early days; none of that happens anymore. Nowadays, just like everyone else, Madam leaves the university on time to head home. She arrives there before I do, gets dressed up, and waits for me. Previously, Madam used to wear only sarees, especially when she was in front of me. But now, in addition to sarees, she also appears before me wearing just her nightie. Sometimes she wears a bra underneath; sometimes she doesn't. On the days she goes without a bra, she leans forward in front of me, giving me a clear and deliberate display of her boobs. And I, in turn, get to feast my eyes upon them. However, to this day, I have never seen her boobs completely bare, fully exposed from the front. Consequently, a deep desire to see her boobs completely uncovered, right before my eyes, has always lingered in my mind. Yet, I have never actually voiced this desire to her. I have no idea how she would react if she were to learn that I want to see her bare boobs. I simply cannot take that risk. Anyway, parading her boobs before me while wearing a bra-less nightie had become something of a habit for Madam. Nowadays, she spends most of her time in my presence wearing just her nightie. Occasionally, she would wear a saree. But on the days she did wear a saree, it always appeared to be quite an expensive one. In the past, she used to wear fairly ordinary sarees; but now, she has, in a sense, stopped wearing ordinary sarees altogether. Instead, she opts for sheer, translucent sarees with open-weave textures, paired with a matching blouse. She used to wear blouses with standard sleeves, but now she has started wearing sleeveless blouses. Those sarees are so incredibly thin and sheer that for me, there was never any difficulty in gazing upon her body. She dbangd her saree around herself in such a sensuous manner that every single curve of her figure stood out beautifully and distinctly beneath the fabric. She looked incredibly, almost dangerously, sexy. Just the sight of her was enough to make my cock go rock hard in instant. However, by now, I no longer even bothered to hide my erection in front of her. Instead, I would deliberately flaunt it to Madam, stroking my cock right through my trousers. Madam would notice this, yet she never said a word to me. Instead, she would simply smile shyly at the sight. I felt that just as I harbored a deep desire to see her boobs, she, too, surely harbored a craving to see my cock. Yet, just as I had never found the opportunity to see her boobs until now, she, too, had not yet had the chance to lay eyes on my cock. Amidst all this, another incident occurred, one I must recount before moving on to the main event. I had mentioned earlier that, for the first three months, I used only the common bathroom in Madam's house. However, ever since the day she called me into her bedroom to hand her towel, bra, and panties, I began using her private bathroom instead. Madam raised no objections to this. It was in this context that a particular incident took place one day. One day, I went into her bathroom to urinate. As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes fell upon the hanger on the wall. The moment I saw it, my heart seemed to stop beating for a split second. There, hanging right before me on the wall-mounted hanger, was Madam's bra. This very discovery left me utterly astonished. For never, in all this time, had I ever seen Madam leave her bra or panties lying around, be it in her bathroom or in any other corner of the house. Nor had I ever caught a glimpse of her lingerie in the days that followed that initial incident. It was only on that specific day, after all that time, that I finally got to see her bra. I thought to myself her panties were probably somewhere nearby as well. I searched thoroughly, but I couldn't find her panties in any corner of the bathroom. I was certainly disappointed, but at least I did have her bra. I took the bra, which was hanging from a hanger, into my hands. I had noticed that very day that Madam wears a size 36DD bra, though I hadn't had the opportunity to examine it closely back then. So, now, holding her bra in my hands, I began to gaze at it at my leisure. The bra was quite large in size, something that was evident just by looking at it. Yet, as I held it in my hands, only one thought crossed my mind: just how massive must Madam's boobs be to require a bra of such a large size? I observed that the cups of her bra were quite large and deep. I slipped my hand inside the cups; my entire hand, right up to the wrist, fit inside them. I had now gained a fairly good idea of the size of her boobs, even though I still hadn't had the chance to see them properly with my own eyes. However, having now laid eyes on her bra, my craving to see her actual boobs intensified even further from that day onward.”

“Now, let me get to the actual incident. That day, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time and rang the doorbell. As usual, the moment I rang the bell, Madam opened the door and let me inside. As soon as I stepped in, Madam closed the door and came to stand right in front of me. That day, try as I might, I simply could not take my eyes off Madam. She had dressed up and adorned herself beautifully before appearing before me. She was wearing a thin, sheer, pink georgette chiffon saree paired with a matching blouse. Her blouse was simultaneously deep-cut in the front, sleeveless on the sides, and backless at the rear. The blouse covered very little of her bosom, and her two large boobs were practically spilling out of it. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt utterly mesmerized. I found myself gazing at her repeatedly, admiring her from head to toe. Madam looked so incredibly beautiful and sexy in that saree and blouse that words fail me; it is simply beyond my ability to describe in words. I felt as though a beautiful celestial nymph had descended from heaven and come to stand right before me. That pink saree dbangd over her fair skin created such a breathtakingly stunning effect, I simply cannot do it justice with my words. Moreover, her saree was so thin and sheer that every single contour of her body was clearly visible through it. To top it off, she had dbangd the saree two inches below her navel. Through that sheer fabric, I had absolutely no trouble seeing her bare fleshy belly and the deep, alluring navel situated exact right in the center of it. For a while, I simply stood there, staring at her fair, fleshy midriff. Then, my gaze drifted upward toward her blouse. Her boobs, peeking out from the blouse, were clearly on display. It crossed my mind that Madam might have accidentally put on a blouse that was too small for her size, it truly looked as though her boobs were on the verge of bursting right out of it. And emerging from that sleeveless blouse, her milky-white and shapely arms, I felt as though I had completely lost my mind upon seeing her arms. Furthermore, her broad back, revealed by that backless blouse, seemed to be beckoning me closer. Finally, my gaze settled upon her face. How could I possibly describe her countenance? Words would surely fail me in the attempt either as well. Yet, I shall try regardless. Madam usually kept her hair tied up in a bun; but on that day, she had left her silky, luxuriant tresses flowing loose. Her long, silky locks cascaded over one shoulder, partially obscuring one side of her face. She wore a gold necklace around her neck, gold bangles on her wrists, gold earrings in her ears, and a gold nose ring. On her feet, she wore anklets adorned with tiny bells, which chimed melodiously with every movement of her ankles. She also wore a gold waist-chain around her waist. All that gold seemed to shimmer and glow even brighter against her fair and luscious body. She had also applied her makeup with exquisite skill; kohl lined her eyes, and her lips were painted a lovely shade of crimson red. Moreover, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from her body. It was difficult for me to distinguish how much of that scent came from her body spray and how much was her own natural body fragrance. All I can say is that the subtle aroma emanating from her was potent enough to leave anyone utterly intoxicated. And as that very moment I was surely intoxicated by her fully. Looking at her, it seemed as though she had dressed up and adorned herself so elaborately for the sake of a beloved one. For quite some time, Madam stood right there before me, granting me the opportunity to gaze upon her to my heart's content. Then, with a smile, she asked, ‘Is it your intention to stand here staring at me for the entire evening? If you have finished admiring me, shall we go and sit down? My legs are giving out from all this standing.’ Laughing in response, I replied, ‘What can I do, Madam? If someone as breathtakingly stunning as you stands right before me, then admiring you is simply inevitable, isn't it?’ In response, Madam smiled slightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked me, ‘Did you just call me 'stunning'?’ I replied, ‘Well, you certainly are nothing short of stunning.’ Madam asked, ‘Is that really how you feel?’ I said, ‘Why just me? Go ahead and ask any man in this world that question, you’ll get the exact same answer.’ Madam said, ‘Alright, you can offer the rest of your compliments while sitting down. There’s no need for yourself to keep standing at the door.’ I asked, ‘Are you going out somewhere? Should I take my leave, then?’ Madam had just turned to go inside, but upon hearing my question, she paused; turning back to face me, she said, ‘Not at all. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Come inside like a good boy and sit down.’ Saying this, she started walking further into the room. Following close behind her, I asked, ‘Then why are you so dressed up? Seeing you so beautifully adorned, I assumed you must be heading out somewhere.’ Madam turned back toward me once again and asked, ‘So, do I look bad when I dress up?’ I replied, ‘I didn't say that.’ Madam retorted, ‘Well, you didn't actually say how I do look, either. Do you??” I said, ‘You look absolutely gorgeous today. And also...’ I stopped abruptly, leaving the sentence unfinished. Raising her eyebrows once more, this time with a look of curiosity, Madam asked me, ‘What happened? Why did you stop mid-sentence? Tell me, what were you going to say?’ I shrugged my shoulders and replied her, ‘Oh, never mind, Madam. You might get offended. And I certainly don't want to spoil your mood by making you angry.’ Madam, casting yet another curious glance in my direction through the rim of her glasses and asked, ‘Why would I get angry with you?’ I replied, ‘What I am about to say might actually make you angry. And I know that very well.’ Madam said, ‘I won't get angry. Tell me. I want to know what impression of me you hold in your heart.’ I asked, ‘Do you truly wish to hear the impression I harbor in my mind regarding you?’ Madam replied, ‘Absolutely! Tell me.’ I said, ‘Fine. Then listen. What I was trying to say is that today, you don't merely look beautiful or lovely or gorgeous or stunning; you look sexy as well.’ She likely hadn't anticipated that I would call her "sexy" so directly, right to her face. Hearing the word "sexy" escape my lips, Madam was certainly taken aback for a moment, though she quickly regained her composure. However, I noticed her fair cheeks turning crimson. Whether this flush was a sign of anger or of embarrassment became clear to me from the very next question she asked me.”

“Madam asked softly, ‘Do you really find me sexy?’ I replied, ‘The way you look today, in this outfit, the word ‘sexy’ would perhaps not be enough to describe it. And right now, I have only one word to describe you. And that is: ‘Kamadevi!’ (Goddess of lust) You look like a veritable Goddess of Love.’ Hearing these words of mine, both her cheeks turned as red as Kashmiri apples. She lowered her eyes for a moment. Then, lifting her gaze, she asked, ‘Tell me the absolute truth: do I not seem old to you?’ I replied, ‘If you choose to perceive yourself as old, you could feel aged even at twenty. However, if you consider yourself young at eighty, you will remain youthful. Now, it is entirely up to you to decide how you wish to view yourself, as old, or as young?’ Madam remarked, ‘That isn't really an answer to my question.’ I said, ‘I have, in fact, already given my answer. But if you insist on a more direct reply, then I will say this: in my eyes, you have never been old, not for a single moment.’ Madam said nothing more. Gesturing toward the sofa, she said, ‘Sit down. I’ll be right back.’ Just as she turned to leave, I reached out, took her hand in mine, and stopped her. She turned back to face me and asked, ‘What is it? Let me go.’ I replied, ‘No. Sit down here first. I want to take a good, long look at you.’ Without a word, Madam started to move toward the sofa opposite me. I stopped her once again and said, ‘Not there. Come sit here, right beside me. You took such great care to dress up and adorn yourself especially for me; surely you can grant me the opportunity to admire you. Won’t you?’ Madam came over and sat down right next to me. Then, looking at me, she said, ‘Who told you that I dressed up for your sake? I simply felt like dressing up and looking my best today, and that is why I got ready. Why on earth would I bother dressing up just for you?’ Madam spoke these words with the air of a lover teasing her beloved. I laughed and said, ‘Alright, very well. I accept that you didn't dress up for me. You dressed up solely for your own pleasure. But surely I have the right to look at you, don't I?’ I deliberately placed extra emphasis on the word "right", a nuance that made Madam turn toward me once again she looked, but said nothing. After a brief pause, she spoke: ‘When have I ever stopped you from looking at me? You are free to look as you please. I won't stop you at all.’ Having said this, she turned her face away. It seemed to me that she was trying to hide her bashfulness from me. Now, neither Madam, nor even I myself, was prepared for what I did next. I gently cupped her face in my hands, and as I turned her toward me, I said, ‘If you turn your face away from me like this, how am I supposed to behold your beauty to its fullest?’ Until today, I had only ever touched Madam's hands. Aside from her hands, I had never touched any other part of her body; yet today, it felt as though a voice deep within me was screaming: "Raju, this is your chance, the moment to claim your Madam. Do not hesitate. Make her yours. Give her that experience of ultimate ecstasy, the very bliss she has been searching for all this time.” The moment I touched her face and turned it toward mine, it felt as though Madam’s body had frozen completely, rigid as ice. I could hear the rapid beating of her heart even from where I sat. Her body was trembling ever so slightly, as if she already knew exactly what was about to unfold in near future. I gazed into her eyes and said, ‘Madam, and I say this with my hands upon you, I find you to be the most beautiful and sexy woman of all. There is likely no one else in this world as beautiful and sexy as you are. It makes no difference to me whether you are forty-six or twenty-six; to me, you will always remain just as beautiful as you appear to me right now. And please, do not mistake this for mere flirting. I do not know how to flirt, nor do I care for it. You wanted to know what I truly felt about you, didn't you? Well, this, this is exactly how I feel about you.’ This time, too, Madam said nothing. Nor did she pull her face away from my hands. She simply continued to gaze into my eyes through her spectacles, without blinking. And I, in turn, gazed into hers. Today, for the very first time, I saw but one thing reflected in her eyes... Love. Just boundless love. The very love she had hungered for. The very love she had yearned for, agonizingly, for the past ten years. The very love she had been driven mad searching for. That very love, I saw it reflected in her eyes at that moment. Gently, I removed the glasses from her eyes. Then, I brought my face in close, right up against hers. Now, the space between our faces was no more than an inch. We gazed into each other’s eyes, silently. Without a word spoken. Without even blinking. My breath caressed every contour of her face; the warmth of her breath, in turn, felt as though it were melting mine. I could wait no longer. I lowered my face further and kissed her on the forehead. Then, I looked into her eyes once more; now, they held nothing but love. Finally, I lowered my lips and pressed them against her soft, crimson lips.”

“It felt to me as though Madam had surrendered herself completely to fate. An air of "come what may" permeated her entire being. Her soft, luscious lips quivered between mine. And so, holding her lips captive between my own, I began to kiss her. This was only the second time in my life I had ever kissed anyone. The first time, I had kissed you, mami. And on that day, I was kissing a woman other than you, a woman who happened to be my teacher. Yet, in that moment, she was not merely a teacher to me; she was a woman who had been living a stifled existence for the past ten years, and I yearned to liberate her from that captivity. Slowly, tentatively, I slipped my arm around her waist; drawing her close to me, I pressed my lips against hers and began to kiss her. Madam had already closed her eyes. Yet, she neither pulled her lips nor her face away from me. Nor did she make any move to reciprocate. Whatever was to be done, I had to do it myself. And so, holding her lips firmly between mine, I began not only to kiss them but to suck on them as well. First, I ran my tongue over the crimson sheen of her lips. In an instant, I tasted her lipstick on my tongue. Mami, this was the second time, since you, that I was tasting the lipstick from a woman's lips with my tongue. Slowly, deliberately, I licked away all the lipstick from her lips. Then, I began to suck on her lips, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity with time. Holding her lips firmly between mine, I squeezed them gently, drinking in the sweet nectar of her lips. After a long while of kissing, licking, and sucking on her lips, I finally ventured to slip my tongue inside her mouth. My hand slid down from her waist, coming to rest upon her belly. At that moment, I was touching only her I had grasped it. But as I placed my hand upon her belly, I felt as though I had plunged my hand into a packet of butter, so incredibly soft and supple. I clenched the flesh of her belly tightly within my fist. This must surely have caused Madam some pain. She parted her lips to gasp, and I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Madam opened her eyes and looked at me, then closed them once again. She did not push my tongue out of her mouth, yet she made no move of her own either; just as before, she remained passive. I moved my tongue to rest against hers and began to gently suck on it. My hands, too, remained restless; they roamed wildly across Madam’s exposed belly. I slid a finger deep into her navel and began to swirl it around in slow, circular motions. I knew full well that enduring such intense stimulation all at once would be difficult for any woman, especially for one who had been deprived of such physical pleasures for the past ten years. Who knows how much pent-up sexual desire must have accumulated within her body over the last decade? And this desire was no less explosive than any gunpowder in the world. My sole mission was to ignite this internal "gunpowder" of lust within her, and that was precisely what I was setting out to do. Now, Madam, too, was gradually becoming active. She reached her hands around the back of my neck, pulled my head toward her, and began to kiss and suck on my lips with the exact same intensity with which I had been kissing and sucking on hers just moments before. At long last, the dam of her patience had burst, and waves of desire came crashing down upon her. She was slowly drowning in those very waves of lust rising from deep within herself. And, much like any drowning person reaching out for a lifeline, she grasped at whatever, or whoever, was closest to her hands, i.e. me. She gripped me tightly pressing her lips against mine, she kept on kissing me, all the while sucking on my tongue as well. All in all, she had become just as restless and eager as I was. And it was precisely this overwhelming desire that caused me to forget Alex’s advice, leading me to commit a grave error. Alex had repeatedly warned me not to make the first move myself, to let Madam take the initiative. But in that moment, Alex’s counsel had completely vanished from my mind; I had simply been swept away by my own emotions. And right there, I made a huge mistake, one that I absolutely should not have made. After spending a considerable amount of time thoroughly admiring Madam’s bare belly and deep navel, I slowly began to move my hand upward across her belly. Gradually, my hand reached her chest. My trembling palm now rested upon her soft boobs, confined beneath her blouse and bra. I was just about to grasp the pallu (lapel) of her saree and pull it away from her chest when, quite suddenly, Madam, who had been kissing me, opened her eyes once again and looked at me startling. She, too, had realized exactly what I was about to do. I had assumed that, just as I had managed to kiss her with such ease, I would be able to carry out the rest of my intentions just as effortlessly. But I was wrong. The moment I reached to lift the pallu of her saree from her chest, Madam instantly pulled her lips away from mine and disengaged her body from mine, recoiling backward. Then, pushing against my chest to shove me away, she stood up. I had not anticipated that anything like this would happen. Perhaps Madam, too, had not foreseen that I would go this far. She was likely not prepared for it. She continued to stare at me with a look of utter disbelief. It was only then that I realized what a massive mistake I had made. In the heat of the moment, I had lost my head and allowed such a golden opportunity to slip right through my fingers. I began to feel furious with myself. Yet, at that point, there was nothing I could do, even if I had wanted to. What was done, was already done. And sure enough it simple can’t be undone. At least not at that very moment.” (Contd.)

 

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[Neelkantha]

Part 210 – A Golden Opportunity Slipped Through Raju's Fingers

 

Pihu’s POV- “The moment Madam placed her hand against my chest, pushed me away, and stood back, distancing herself from me, I instantly realized that, in the heat of the moment, I had lost my head and committed a grave error, one I absolutely should not have made. Especially at such a delicate juncture. Yet, what was done was done; try as I might, I could not change it.” As Raju recounted his story to me, he continued, “That was when I recalled another piece of advice Alex had given me. He had told me that if I ever felt the situation suddenly turning serious, I should use my wits to try and bring it under control. Bearing that in mind, I said to Madam, ‘Sorry, Madam, I was just...’ but I couldn't finish my sentence. Before I could complete my thought, Madam held up her hand to stop me. Without saying another word, she ran off toward her bedroom. And the very next moment, I heard the loud sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. I sat there alone, feeling like a fool, gazing in the direction Madam had gone. As soon as I heard the loud thud of her bedroom door closing, my mind kicked back into gear. I thought to myself: if Madam were to do something rash out of guilt, the entire blame would fall squarely on me. I needed to go after her immediately; God forbid she were even contemplating doing something drastic, I would be there to stop her. I instantly rose from my seat and ran toward Madam’s bedroom. The bedroom door was indeed closed, but it wasn't locked. I opened the door and stepped inside, but I couldn't see Madam anywhere within the room. Just then, I heard a sound coming from the bathroom. I immediately rushed over to the bathroom door. Before I could even knock, I heard another sound. I pressed my ear against the door. I heard the sound of weeping. Madam was crying inside. At the same time, she was speaking as well. I strained to listen. Sobbing, Madam was saying, ‘I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to do it at all. It just... happened.’ She began to weep again. Hearing her cry like that, I started to feel terrible. It felt as though I was the one who had made a mistake by kissing her. I was the one who had left her so vulnerable that she, too, had been swept away by her emotions. But now, she was regretting it, feeling that she had made a mistake. And that was why she was acting this way. Overcome with guilt, she was sobbing uncontrollably. I gently knocked on the door. Then, in a soft voice, I said, ‘Madam, please come out.’ The moment she heard my voice, the sound of weeping from inside ceased. For a few moments, a profound silence hung over the entire room. I was just about to speak again when I heard Madam’s voice. From inside the bathroom, she called out to me, ‘Could you please go sit outside? I’ll be out in a little while.’ I asked, ‘Madam, are you alright?’ She replied, ‘I’m fine. You go on; I’ll be right there.’ I said nothing more. I quietly stepped out, sat down on the sofa, and waited for Madam to appear. Slowly, time began to drag on. Every passing moment felt like an eternity to me. But after about ten minutes, Madam finally emerged from her room. Once again, she came and stood directly before me. I looked up at her. Her face, neck, and the upper part of her chest were drenched with water. Droplets of water were trickling down her face, soaking her expensive saree and blouse. Her hair, too, particularly the strands framing her face, was wet, with water dripping from it as well. The water had washed away her makeup; the kohl from her eyes had run, pooling in dark smudges beneath them. I had already wiped away her lipstick earlier. Yet, despite it all, her face still looked incredibly beautiful. However, at that moment, neither she nor I had our minds focused on such things. The instant Madam came and stood before me, I blurted out, ‘I am so very sorry, Madam. That was not my intention at all. I was merely...’ Once again, I was unable to finish my sentence. For she interrupted me mid-sentence, stopping me from saying anything further. As I fell silent, she looked at me and said, ‘What we did today was wrong. We shouldn't have done it. We absolutely should not have done it. We both got carried away by our emotions and committed a huge mistake. We both should have exercised restraint over our feelings. Anyway, what’s done is done; we cannot change it now. However, we can be vigilant going forward to ensure that such a mistake never happens again.’ I tried to offer a reply, but she cut me off once more and spoke herself: ‘I’m not feeling quite well today. I won’t be able to tutor you today. You may leave now. Bye, and good night.’ After that exchange, it would have been inappropriate for me to linger there any longer. And indeed, I didn't. With a voice trembling slightly, I said, ‘Good night, Madam. And once again, I’m sorry,’ before leaving her home. As I made my way back to the hostel, I kept asking myself: Was what I did truly wrong? Should I really not have done it? Was it right to so abruptly liberate the emotions of a woman who had, in a sense, kept them imprisoned within herself for ten long years? Was it right to render her so vulnerable that she would be forced to surrender, to fall to her knees, before her very own feelings? All along the way, these questions gnawed at both my mind and my heart. Yet, I could not find a single satisfactory answer to any of them.”

“‘Look, friend, it’s obvious that you made a mistake,’ Alex said after listening to my entire story. ‘But the mistake isn’t what you think it is.’ I couldn’t make sense of what Alex was saying. I asked him, ‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ He replied, ‘Simply this: your mistake was acting too hastily; you should have exercised a little patience. However, I do not agree with your belief that kissing your Madam, as a way of expressing your feelings for her, was wrong. In my opinion, what you did was exactly the right thing to do. And deep down, your Madam wanted the very same thing, for you to express your feelings to her, to embrace her, and to give her that exquisite pleasure she hasn’t experienced in the last ten years.’ I argued, ‘If that’s truly the case, then why did Madam react the way she did? Why did she cry in the bathroom? Why did she say, through her tears, that she shouldn’t have let that happen? If this is exactly what she wanted, then why did she feel such guilt over it?’ Hearing my point, Alex chuckled slightly and said, ‘I told you something once, do you remember?’ I asked, ‘What was that?’ He replied, ‘It was this: the physical and psychological formation of every woman in this world is far more complex than that of us men. Often, even they themselves don’t fully understand what is going on inside their own minds. And I don’t blame them for that; it is simply an innate trait of theirs. Their psychological constitution is so intricate that, at times, it becomes difficult even for them to think about things in a straightforward manner.’ After listening to this lecture from Alex, I still didn’t understand a thing. Alex continued, ‘Let me explain it to you. Up until now, you’ve been viewing the events of this evening solely from your own perspective. Now, for just a moment, try to look at the entire sequence of events from your Madam’s perspective. Look, first of all, hers was a love marriage. Right? That means she went against her family’s wishes to marry a man she truly loved. Why? According to her, she still loves her husband just as much today as she did ten years ago, before they separated. So, just imagine, somewhere deep within her heart, there is still a lingering love for her husband. Until now, she had believed that it was improper to fall in love a second time after having loved once before. But you convinced her that this notion was entirely wrong. It was you who persuaded her to open her heart to love once again. And she fell in love with you. She began to feel that this would be easy, just like the first time. She thought she would be able to love you with the same effortless ease with which she had loved a man the first time around. She began to repeat all the same gestures and behaviors she had displayed during her first romance. She even tried to woo you, hoping you would fall in love with her. She made every conceivable effort to make that happen. And she felt her efforts had finally paid off when you complimented her, when you openly expressed the feelings of your heart to her. You even assured her that no matter her age, you would continue to love her just as deeply; that her age would make absolutely no difference to you. This was exactly what she had been longing to hear from your lips. And when you finally spoke those very words she had been waiting to hear, she felt as though all her efforts had, at long last, been vindicated. The next step was for you to embrace her. You embraced her. You kissed her. Even at that moment, everything still felt right to her. She saw the figure of a lover emerging within you; in her eyes, you were gradually shedding the persona of a student and transforming into a romantic partner. But, and here is where the rhythm was disrupted, you acted too hastily. That is precisely why I had forbidden you from taking any initiative on your own. I knew that the moment you took matters into your own hands, Madam’s entire perspective would shift instantly. And that is exactly what happened. The very moment you attempted to lift the pallu (lapel) of her saree, she suddenly felt that everything she had been doing with you up until that point was wrong. She shouldn't have done that. In a split second, the bitter memories of her first love compelled her to think this way. She felt as though she was about to repeat the very same mistake she had already made once before. And her mind stopped her from making the same error twice. She withdrew, not from you, but from the beautiful notion that she had begun to fall in love with you. Once again, her emotions retreated into a silent, dark corner of her mind, the very place where they had been held captive for all these years. She convinced herself, yet again, that falling in love is wrong. That she simply cannot fall in love with anyone a second time. That is precisely why she reacted the way she did. Nothing more. In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to be worried about this. Everything is just as normal as it was before.’ After speaking at length, Alex finally fell silent. I looked at him and asked, ‘But what am I supposed to do now?’ Alex laughed and replied, ‘Nothing.’ I asked, ‘What do you mean?’”
“Alex said, ‘Well, ‘nothing’ means exactly that, nothing. Right?’ I replied, ‘Don’t joke around. Just tell me how I can fix my mistake.’ Alex said, ‘Since you haven’t actually made a mistake, how can the question of fixing it even arise?’ I argued, ‘But Madam thinks I’ve made a mistake, doesn’t she? And she thinks she’s made one, too. Now, tell me, how am I supposed to convince her that neither I nor she has done anything wrong?’ Alex said, ‘Have some patience, my friend. You’re about to act too hastily once again. You won’t need to explain anything to her. Just give her a little time; she’ll figure out what she needs to understand all on her own. For now, don’t go to her house for tuition for the next two or three days.’ I exclaimed, ‘For two or three days?! Alex replied, ‘Yes. Don’t go to her house for two or three days. Go only when she invites you over herself.’ I said, ‘Impossible! Even if I never went to her house again, she still wouldn’t invite me.’ Alex insisted, ‘She definitely will. You’ve reignited the flame of desire within her once again. And for a woman, it is difficult to resist that flame of desire. Take my advice and wait for two or three days. I’m certain that during that time, you’ll receive a summons from her.’ I asked, ‘And what if I don’t?’ Alex said, ‘In that case, do whatever you please. But for now, don’t do anything for the next two or three days. Don’t go to her house, and don’t approach her at the university either. Understood?’ I nodded my head, agreeing to follow his advice. For the next two days, I didn’t step out of the hostel. I went neither to the university nor to Madam’s house. Two days passed just like that. I received no call from Madam. It began to look as though Alex’s prediction was proving wrong. I made up my mind: tomorrow, I would go to her house, and I would apologize to her as well. I would ask for it. But I didn't need to. Because, just as Alex had predicted, the very next day, I actually received a call from Madam herself. The moment I answered, I heard Madam’s anxious voice: ‘Why haven't you been coming to the university for the past two days? Is your health alright?’ I replied, ‘I'm fine, Madam.’ Madam said, ‘Then you neither came to the university nor showed up for your studies for two whole days. Why is that? Your exams are drawing near, and here you are, goofing off at the hostel!’ I began, ‘Well, Madam, I...’ Cutting me off mid-sentence, Madam said, ‘Come over for your studies this evening. To my house.’ Saying this, she hung up. I was absolutely ecstatic. Alex said, ‘Now, don't be hasty at all. And yes, make sure you explain one thing clearly to your Madam: that falling in love isn't wrong. Nor is fulfilling one's desires. Understood?’ I laughed and nodded my head. That very evening, I arrived at Madam's house at exactly six o'clock. As soon as I rang the doorbell, Madam opened the door and let me inside. After closing the door, she looked at me, smiled slightly, and asked, ‘So, has your anger finally cooled down?’ I replied, ‘I wasn't actually angry with you at all. But yes, the way you reacted so suddenly that day, I certainly did get a little scared.’ Madam said, ‘Hmm, sometimes being scared is a good thing. It keeps you in line.’ Sitting down on the sofa, I took her by the arm, pulled her down to sit beside me, and said, ‘But I'm not going to be scared today.’ Madam immediately pulled her arm free from my grasp, moved a little distance away from me, and said, ‘No, you are not going to pull any mischief today. Enough with the mischief. No more.’ I laughed and asked, ‘What exactly are you calling 'mischief,' Madam? My actions, or my love for you?’ Hearing this, she paused for a moment and looked at me. But she didn't say anything. She couldn't find the words. So I spoke up myself: ‘Yes, Madam. What you heard is true. I love you, not as a teacher, but as a lover. And perhaps you love me too, not as a student, but as a lover. Isn't that right? If we both love each other, then why all this pretense?’ Madam replied, ‘What on earth are you saying? I have never loved you! How could I possibly love you?’ I asked, ‘Why couldn't you? Am I that bad-looking? Am I not good at my studies? Am I not smart? And am I not worthy of being loved?’ Madam said, ‘You are. You are handsome, studious, and smart. But yet I cannot love you.’ I asked, ‘And why not?’ Madam replied, ‘Because you are still quite young.’ I said, ‘Madam, love is never bound by age. Love can happen to anyone, at any age. Just as I have fallen in love with you. And perhaps you have fallen in love with me, too, whether you choose to admit it or not.’ Madam fell silent. After a brief pause, I said, ‘Very well. I have my answer. So, listen: I am leaving now. If you truly do not love me, then please, do not stop me from leaving.’ Saying this, I rose from the sofa and turned to leave. But Madam reached out, grasped my hand, and stopped me. She spoke softly: ‘Wait. Don't go. Listen to me. You have your entire future lying ahead of you. Don't waste your time chasing after me like this. Focus on your studies. Focus on your career. That is what will truly be right for you.’ I stopped and replied, ‘Madam, you have always viewed love as something wrong. Simply because you were once deceived in love, you have come to believe that love itself is wrong, that loving someone is a mistake. But that is absolutely not the case.’ Upon hearing this, Madam looked up and glanced at me.”
“I said, ‘Yes, Madam. I admit that you are right. Education, career, jobs, and money, these things matter in everyone’s life. But there is one other thing, equally important, that stands apart from all of these. Something you cannot deny, even if you tried. And that is love. Love isn’t something you do, Madam; it is something that happens to you. It can happen at any time. With anyone. Just as I have fallen in love with you. And this truth, neither I, nor you, can deny it.’ Sitting before her, I took her hands in mine and said, ‘I know that your past experiences with love have not been good. You have received nothing but betrayal in return for your love. But that absolutely does not mean you should stop loving altogether. That isn’t right. Not in the slightest. For so many years, you have kept your mind and your emotions imprisoned deep within yourself. You have lived a stifled existence, suffocating in your own solitude. But no more. How much longer will you continue to live like this? The time has come to live freely. The time has come to liberate the emotions held within you. The time has come to love once again. I am not asking you to love me. Nor will I ever force you to do so. But please, just live freely. Whether you choose to love me or not makes no difference to me. However, the right to love you, that is something no one can take away from me; not even God Himself. I love you, and I will continue to love you until my dying breath. Whether you want that or not.’ Madam replied, ‘I am afraid. Afraid of betrayal. Afraid of love itself. I fear that, in exchange for my love, I will once again receive nothing but deceit. And I simply cannot bear that again. On top of that, you aren’t even half my age. Society will never accept this love of ours. It will condemn our relationship at every turn. And I won’t be able to endure that.’ I said, ‘Why should we concern ourselves with what society thinks? Our only task is to love. And that is exactly what we will do. And please, from now on, do not stifle your emotions. Set them free. Please. For my sake. And for yours.’ Madam said nothing more. I pulled her toward me once again and began to bring my face close to hers. But before I could kiss her, she stepped away from her spot and stood up. Then, sticking her thumb out at me in a teasing gesture, she burst into loud laughter. And then she ran toward the kitchen. I rose from my seat and followed her into the kitchen. She had already heard the sound of my approach. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, holding her tight. She didn't even make an attempt to break free from my grasp. I said, ‘You managed to run away here after teasing me... but how are you going to escape me now?’ Saying this, I planted a kiss on the back of her neck. Feeling my kiss on her neck, she gave a little start. She asked, ‘Are you being naughty again?’ I replied, ‘No, I’m not being naughty; I’m simply expressing my love, to my rather clueless girlfriend.’ Madam turned her head to look at me and said, ‘I’m clueless? And what are you? The sensible one?’ I said, ‘Absolutely! After all, it takes a sensible person to fall in love with someone as clueless as you.’ Madam said, ‘Now, let go of me.’ I replied, ‘I didn't hold you just to let you go!’ Saying this, I turned her around to face me. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her close. Madam’s body instantly pressed against mine. Her soft boobs pressed against my chest, yielding to the pressure. I brought my face close to hers. This time, Madam herself reached behind my neck, pulled my head toward her, and once again, our lips met. We began to kiss, our lips locked together. Our mouths fused as one, and there, inside the kitchen, we kissed each other with wild abandon. From that day on, our relationship was back on track once again. Every day I used to go to her house to study. And we used to kiss, too. At first, I limited myself to just kissing her. But gradually, my boldness grew. Now, I began kissing her on various places other than just her lips, sometimes on her forehead, sometimes on her cheeks, sometimes on her neck or throat, and sometimes on the upper part of her chest. At first, Madam would protest, saying ‘no, no.’ But now, she doesn't say a word. In fact, she actually enjoys my kisses on these various spots now. She, too, began to enjoy my kisses. Meanwhile, my exams were drawing near. We certainly had our fun, but she remained fully focused on my studies. One day, while kissing her, I remarked, ‘Madam, your boobs are so big. And soft, too.’ By now, I could use words like "boobs" quite boldly in front of her without any hesitation. She didn't mind it at all. She said, ‘Did you let your eyes wander down there again?’ Gently placing my hand on her chest, I replied, ‘The truth is the truth. I’ve only placed my hand there; surely that hasn't ruined your boobs, has it? I haven't even looked at them yet.’ Madam retorted, ‘You’ll only get to look when I let you, isn't that right? The fact that I’ve allowed you to place your hand there should be quite enough for you.’ Without saying another word, I gave Madam’s boobs a gentle squeeze right through her blouse. Yet, Madam said nothing. One day, the moment Madam opened the door, I stepped inside, quickly grabbed her, and began kissing her passionately. She exclaimed, ‘Hey, hey! At least let me close the door first! What will people think if someone sees us?’ I replied, ‘Let them think whatever they want.’ That day, Madam was wearing a nightie with a rather deep neckline. As I held her close, her nightie slipped down slightly, and I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. As soon as I realized this, I began pulling her nightie down even further so that I could catch a glimpse of her boobs. However, Madam sensed exactly what was on my mind. She started trying to pull her nightie back up. In the ensuing tug-of-war, one of her boobs nearly popped right out of her nightie. Madam quickly tucked her tit back inside her nightie and exclaimed, ‘You absolute rascal! You’ve been nothing but trouble the moment you walked in!’ I replied, ‘Well, I’ve seen it now. What are you going to do about it?” Madam laughed and said, ‘So you’ve seen it, what of it?’ I pressed on, ‘I really enjoyed the view. Please, Madam, since I’ve already seen it, why don’t you let me have a proper look?’ Madam teased, ‘Oh, my! Look at the child’s stubbornness, he just has to see my boobs!’ I continued trying to persuade her. Finally, Madam relented and said, ‘If you score 80 percent on the upcoming exam, only then will I let you look at my boobs.’ I countered, ‘And if I score more than 80 percent, you won’t just show me your boobs, you’ll let me touch them, too. Is it a deal?’ Madam replied, ‘I’ll think about it.’ I insisted, ‘No. That won’t do. You have to make a promise.’ Eventually, Madam gave in and agreed. It was settled between the two of us: if I scored over 80 percent on the exam, she would not only show me her boobs but also let me touch them. I began waiting for that day with bated breath.” (Contd.)

 

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Part 211 – So Close, Yet So Far

 

Pihu’s POV- “Before I knew it, my exams had begun. And at least two weeks prior to their start, Madam had issued me strict instructions: neither before nor during the exams was I allowed to engage in any kind of mischief with her, of any sort whatsoever. During this period, there would be nothing but studying. Absolutely nothing else. Whatever else was to happen would have to wait until after the exams were over. But was I really the type to listen to her? Every day, after our study session, I would give her a kiss. And Madam would let me kiss her. Kissing had, by now, become a fairly normal occurrence between the two of us. But I couldn't possibly limit myself to just kissing. So, while kissing her, I would also gently squeeze Madam’s boobs. Madam didn't get angry anymore. Nor did she object. However, she still wouldn't let me do anything beyond that.” Having said this, Raju looked over at me (Pihu) and smiled. Then he began to narrate his story: “And so, time passed, and my exams finally came to an end. By God’s grace, my exams went very well. I was confident that my marks would turn out well. However, I kept praying to God specifically that I would score over 80 percent in the exams. This was because Madam had warned me that if I scored even one percent less than 80 percent, let alone getting to touch her boobs, I wouldn't even be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them. Furthermore, all kissing and making out would be off-limits for the next six months. Only if I managed to score 80 percent in the next set of exams, six months later, would everything resume. I felt confident, but to tell the truth, I was also tensed. For at that time, under no circumstances did I want to lose Madam. Alex, too, kept constantly reassuring me. Before I knew it, the day the results were to be announced finally arrived. With a pounding heart, I headed to the university. Trembling with anxiety, I checked my result. I had scored 83 percent in that exam. I had never felt such overwhelming joy in my entire life as I did that day. I had successfully risen to the challenge Madam had set for me. And now, I would finally get what I had been longing for. That very evening, I went to Madam’s house. As usual, she let me inside. I said to Madam, ‘Madam, my exam results came out today.’ Madam replied casually, ‘Yes, I know.’ I said, ‘I scored 83 percent.’ Madam said, ‘Yes, I know that, too.’ I said, ‘So, give it to me now.’ Madam asked, ‘What?!’ I replied, ‘What you promised me.’ Madam said, ‘What did I promise? Nothing at all!’ I said, ‘Madam, this isn’t fair. You are going back on your own word now. You were the one who promised me that if I scored over 80 percent in the exams, you would let me show me your boobs, and you’ll even let me touch them.’ Madam replied, ‘Did I really say something like that? I don't recall anything of the sort.’ I realized that Madam was just pulling my leg. She remembered perfectly well what she had promised me. I took hold of Madam and said, ‘Madam, you know the saying: if ghee doesn't come out with a straight finger, what must one do?’ Madam laughed and asked, ‘What?’ I replied, ‘Simply this: one must stick one's finger into the ghee jar and scoop the ghee out oneself. If you won't show me your boobs of your own accord, I’ll just uncover them and look myself. You won't be able to say a word against it.’ Madam said, ‘Well, go ahead and look then. Who’s stopping you?’ I said, ‘In that case, let’s go to your bedroom. I need to talk to you about something.’ Madam asked, ‘Why? Why the bedroom? You just want to talk to me, don't you?’ I replied, ‘Yes, and that is precisely why I’m asking you to come to your bedroom. I will tell you what I want to discuss only once we are there.’ Madam asked, ‘What on earth is so important that I have to go all the way to the bedroom with you just to hear it? Can't you just tell me here?’ Taking her by the hand and gently pulling her along toward her bedroom, I said, ‘You ask too many questions.’ We both entered the bedroom. I said to Madam, ‘Please sit on the bed.’ Madam said nothing more; she simply went over and sat down on the bed. I went and sat down right beside her. I said, ‘Madam, I told you that if I scored good marks on the exam, I would ask you for something in return. And no, I’m not talking about seeing your boobs right now. It’s far more serious than that.’ Madam looked slightly surprised and asked, ‘Then what is it that you want?’ I replied, ‘I simply want you. I want to make you mine. I want to be with you. And please, don’t say no to this.’ Madam replied, ‘What kind of crazy talk is this? How is that even possible? I am getting on in years; I’ve grown old. But you are still young; you have your whole life ahead of you. Don’t drive yourself mad over me. Finish your studies, get a job, and then find a nice girl to marry. What is there in me? No matter how much you might wish it, you cannot give our relationship any name, and neither can I. Society will never look upon this relationship favorably; they will mock us. And I don’t want that. I was glad that you came into my life, that you taught me the true value of love, and taught me how to love once again. But we cannot take this relationship any further than this. And why would you want to waste your time chasing after a woman like me, someone who is twice your age? If you want to love someone, then find a girl who is your own age.’”

 
“I said, ‘You probably don’t realize that, to this day, no girl has ever truly entered, or stayed, in my life. However, it is older women who have truly come to know me best. They have showered me with the most love. And I’m not just talking about you. Apart from you, there is another woman in my life who knows me intimately. She looks out for me. And she wants what is best for me, just like you do. Back in college, after a girl rejected me, I spiraled into depression. I stopped eating, studying, everything. That was when this woman entered my life. I cannot reveal her name or identity. But I can say this much: she knows me better than even my own mother does. I am more grateful to her than to anyone else in my life, for listening to me, for truly getting to know me, and for going to extraordinary lengths to understand and help resolve my problems, lengths that perhaps no one else could have gone to. I won’t hide anything from you: I love her, and respect her, even more than I do my own mother. I share everything with her. She must be about ten years older than me. Aside from her, the only other person who has transformed my life to such a profound degree is you. I love you, too. I respect you, too. And please, don’t take away my right to love you.’ Madam replied, ‘But I don’t want you to jeopardize your career for my sake.’ I said, ‘Madam, if you are by my side, I will be able to achieve anything and everything in life.’ Madam said, ‘You know exactly what you are getting yourself into. And I know it just as well. That is precisely what scares me the most. You are the same age as my son. Until now, you’ve mostly just been playful and mischievous with me. That was fine. You touched me; that, too, was fine. We even shared a kiss. But taking things any further than that would be difficult for me as well. I, too, would need to mentally prepare myself for it.’ I said, ‘I can understand your emotional dilemma, Madam. All I want is for you to find relief from the fire of lust that has been consuming you from within for the past ten years. And I am the one who will give you that relief. Just say 'yes' this one time.’ Madam, blushing slightly now, replied, ‘How can I take off my clothes in front of a boy who is the same age as my own son? I’m bound to feel shy, aren't I? Gosh! Couldn't you have scored just a few less marks? Why did you have to get such high scores? Then I wouldn't have had to do all this.’ I took hold of Madam and said, ‘So, you agree then? Leave the rest to me. I will make your shyness disappear. Just give me permission, and I will take off your blouse.’ Madam said blushingly, ‘What is the need to take it off? Just hold them right over the clothes.’ I replied, ‘No. You promised me that you would let me both look at your boobs and touch them.’ Madam said, ‘Alright. Do whatever you wish.’ Delighted, I first moved the pallu (lapel) of Madam's saree away from her chest. As soon as the pallu was lifted, her large boobs, held captive within her blouse, became clearly visible. Madam's breathing began to deepen, and in rhythm with her breaths, her boobs began to rise and fall. It was a sight that gave me immense pleasure. I slowly placed my hands over her boobs, right over her blouse, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Despite being covered by both her blouse and bra, her boobs felt incredibly soft against my palms. I continued to gently press her boobs through her blouse. I didn't want to rush anything today, and indeed, I wasn't. I was simply and slowly fanning the flames of lust that had been burning within her for so many years, ensuring that the fire of her desire would truly ignite deep inside her. And that is exactly what was happening to Madam right now. Perhaps for the first time in ten years, a man was holding and pressing her boobs in this manner. And for any woman, nothing fuels her desire quite like this... It was difficult to suppress the arousal. For Madam, too, keeping this excitement contained within herself proved to be a challenge. She bit down hard on her lips to stifle any involuntary gasps. Yet, I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer; she would soon surrender to the intensity of her lust. I was merely guiding her to the very edge, to a point of no return from which turning back would prove all but impossible for her. I brought my face close to hers and, while simultaneously pressing against her boobs through her blouse, I placed my lips upon hers and began to kiss her. Madam reciprocated my advances wholeheartedly. She parted her lips, allowing me the opportunity to suck on them. I had kissed Madam on numerous occasions over the past while, but through these encounters, I had realized one thing: she preferred a highly sensual style of kissing. She particularly enjoyed it whenever I held her lips between my own and sucked on them. That is exactly what I was doing today, holding her lips between mine and sucking on them. But then, an idea struck me, a way to heighten Madam’s arousal even further. With that thought in mind, I captured Madam’s lower lip between my teeth and began to gently nibble on it. Madam had not anticipated such a move of mine. When I began to bite down on her lower lip, she looked at me in momentary surprise. However, I signaled with my eyes for her to remain calm and to let me continue what I was doing. Perfectly understanding my cue, Madam settled down and allowed me to proceed with my actions.”
 
“After spending a considerable amount of time licking, sucking, and gently biting her lips, I slowly slid my tongue inside her mouth. I do this every single time I kiss her; Madam has grown accustomed to it by now. Whenever I slip my tongue into her mouth, she invariably places her tongue over mine and sucks on it just like a child sucks on a piece of chocolate. Today, she did exactly the same thing. Acting out of habit, the moment I inserted my tongue into her mouth, she immediately positioned her tongue over mine and began to suck. However, I had something else entirely in mind. The instant she began sucking on my tongue, I let a small amount of my saliva drip from my mouth into hers. I wanted to see how Madam would react to this unexpected move, would she spit my saliva back out, or would she swallow it? As soon as my saliva entered her mouth, Madam hesitated slightly; she seemed unsure of what to do. But after a moment's deliberation, she ultimately swallowed my saliva. Watching this gave me a great sense of satisfaction, for it meant that Madam was now actively participating in this game. After letting her suck on my tongue to her heart's content, I lifted my mouth away from hers and planted a kiss on her cheek. Then, after placing a sweet, tender kiss on her chin, I moved down toward her throat. Having planted a trail of kisses along her throat, I turned my attention to the nape of her neck. After showering her neck and shoulders with a series of wet, sloppy kisses, I covered the upper part of her chest with kisses. Now, the moment had finally arrived for me to behold her boobs. A desire I had harbored for a very long time was about to be fulfilled. I glanced at Madam; she, too, realized that the time had come for her to reveal her boobs to me. Blushing with modesty, she closed her eyes. I unfastened every single button of her blouse, one by one, and began to remove the blouse she was wearing... Finally, I took off her blouse. Beneath it, Madam was wearing a low-cut, black net bra. I cannot even begin to describe how absolutely stunning that black bra looked against her milky-white skin. Her nipples were peeking out through the mesh of the bra, and the size of her boobs was exactly as large as I had imagined. I cupped both her boobs right through the fabric of her bra and planted a soft kiss upon them. The moment I did this, Madam’s entire body began to tremble. I held her steady with one hand while, with the other, I began to gently squeeze her boobs through the confines of her bra. Then, drawing her into my arms, I began to kiss her once again. As we kissed, I let my hand wander across her broad back. My hand eventually found its way to the hooks of her bra, and with a single swift motion, I unfastened them. As soon as I did so, the bra came undone, and the straps hung loosely from her shoulders. I felt an urge to strip the bra off completely right then and there, to get a good, long look at her boobs, but I had no desire to rush things. So, instead of removing the bra entirely, I left it hanging just as it was. With the hooks unfastened, the bra now rested loosely over her boobs. In that very position, I pulled Madam back into my arms and began showering her face with kisses, touching every contour of her features with my lips. Madam, too, now held me in a tight, unyielding embrace. Her boobs pressed against my chest, yielding to the pressure. Still holding her close, I slipped my hand beneath her bra and began to slowly lift it upward. As I lifted it just slightly, one of her boobs broke free from the confines of the bra, spilling out into the open. I could distinctly feel the soft, naked touch of her tit against my own chest. However, Madam was holding me so tightly that I couldn't actually see her tit. So, I gently placed my hand directly upon it. For the very first time, thus, I touched her bare tit. And with that very touch, we both trembled. I trembled as I held her naked tit in my hand for the very first time; and Madam, for the first time in so many years, trembled as she allowed someone to hold hers. Yet, in that moment, we were both savoring the experience to the fullest. I still hadn't actually seen her tit; I was merely holding it cupped in my hand, feeling its texture. It felt as though I wasn't holding a tit in my palm, but rather a mound of butter, a mound so generous that much of it seemed to be oozing out between my fingers, simply too large to be fully contained within my grasp. Slowly, I closed my hand around her bare tit and began to gently squeeze it. Perhaps this was a bit too much for Madam to handle; she whispered into my ear, ‘Mmm... what exactly are you doing?’”
 
“I said to her, ‘Just relax and let me show your little ‘mice’ some love.’ Saying this, I unclasped her bra and removed it from her body. Now, Madam sat before me, half-naked. The moment I took off her bra, she immediately covered her boobs with both hands. I looked at her; blushing, Madam lowered her gaze. Smiling gently, I slowly peeled her hands away from her boobs. And for the first time, after so long, and after so much anticipation, her boobs were finally laid bare before me. I gazed first at her naked bosom. Just as I had imagined, her boobs were large and full. It seemed to me that, due to her age, they had begun to sag ever so slightly. Yet, they still looked incredibly alluring. The most captivating feature of all was the deep, almond-colored areolae surrounding her fair boobs, centered by two prominent nipples. Her nipples were large, resembling oversized raisins. I had never before seen nipples quite so big. Cupping both her boobs in my hands, I began to squeeze them simultaneously. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, Madam savored the sensation as I pressed against her boobs. I continued to squeeze and caress them with tenderness and care. Every now and then, I would pinch her nipples between my fingers and give them a gentle twist. And whenever I did so, Madam’s entire body would shudder with tremors. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips continuously. Madam was trying desperately to rein in her emotions, to keep her gasps and sighs confined strictly to herself. But with every passing moment, doing so was becoming an increasingly impossible task for her. I did not stop. I continued to squeeze and knead her boobs vigorously. Under the pressure of my hands, both her boobs turned a deep shade of red. And the imprints of my hands were left clearly visible upon her boobs. After squeezing and kneading her boobs to my heart's content, I lowered my mouth toward them. Placing my lips against one of her boobs, I planted a sweet, tender kiss upon it. A shiver ran through Madam’s entire body, and then she went still. By then, her heartbeat had become so rapid that I could actually hear it myself. I planted a kiss on her other tit as well. Then, I extended my tongue and rested it against her tit. I began to circle my tongue around her nipple in a slow, circular motion. Gradually, a wet ring of saliva began to form around her nipple. Her nipple grew fully erect and became hard. Once erect, her nipple appeared even larger in size. Without further delay, I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suckle it. The moment I began to suckle, Madam’s body started to tremble once again. She managed to gasp out, ‘Uff... Ahh... Ohh... What... are you... doing? Please... don't... do this... Let... me go...’ But at that moment, it was impossible for me to heed her words. Nor did I. Cupping one of her boobs firmly in my fist and squeezing it hard, I began to suckle the nipple of her other tit with intense focus. After sucking for a while, it proved impossible for Madam to hold back any longer. She reached behind my head, pressed it firmly against her tit, and cried out, ‘Uff... Suck... Suck... Suck harder! Bite them! Just bring me relief... I can't take it anymore... Do something!’ In response, I began to suckle her nipple even more vigorously, just like a hungry child suckling at its mother's tit. And Madam, too, held my head from behind, she guided her tit into my mouth and began to feed me just as a mother feeds her hungry child milk from her bosom. I soon began to nip at her nipple with my teeth. And whenever I bit her nipple, Madam’s gasps of pleasure would intensify. She was no longer trying to stifle her moans; instead, she was crying out loudly, ‘Mmm... Ahh... Ohh... Uhh...’, until the entire room was filled with the sound of her moans. Who knows how long it had been since her moans had echoed so freely within these four walls? I felt a sense of triumph knowing that I was able to provide physical pleasure to a woman who had been completely deprived of such intimacy for the past ten years. After such a long hiatus, having rediscovered this physical bliss, Madam was now reveling in it with absolute abandon. After sucking on one of her boobs for quite some time, I finally withdrew it from my mouth. As I pulled away, her nipple was glistening with my saliva and bore the faint marks of my teeth. I then took her other tit into my mouth and began to suckle it with the exact same intensity as I had the first, biting it gently with my teeth as well. Once again, Madam’s cries of pleasure reverberated throughout the room. I completely lost track of time; I have no idea how long I continued to suckle her boobs in this manner. Yet, I distinctly remember that I went on doing so for a very long time. I would suckle one tit while simultaneously fondling the other; then, I would reverse the action, taking the second tit into my mouth to suckle it while caressing the first. In this manner, a considerable amount of time passed.”
 
“Finally, when I had my fill, squeezing, kneading, sucking, and biting both her boobs, Madam and her bosom were truly left in a sorry state. My saliva glistened upon both her boobs. They had turned red from my squeezing, and her nipples were swollen from my sucking and biting. By then, Madam herself was in a rather disheveled state; with her eyes closed, she tilted her head back and panted heavily. It had been such a long time since anyone had squeezed, kneaded, sucked, and bitten her boobs in such an intense manner. She was trying to recover from the sheer intensity of that pleasure. Meanwhile, I moved on to the next stage. I removed her saree; now, she stood before me clad only in her petticoat. By this time, Madam had regained her composure. As soon as I took off her saree, she looked up at me. However, when I reached for the drawstring of her petticoat, she placed her hand over mine, stopping me from untying it. I looked at her with a questioning gaze. In a slightly shy voice, Madam said, ‘Not today. Let’s skip that part today. We can do it another day.’ I asked, ‘But when?’ Madam replied, ‘Since I’ve already said it once, we will definitely do that as well. But not today. I need to prepare myself for it. Today, I let you play with my boobs, and you certainly played to your heart’s content: squeezing, kneading, sucking, and biting them. I didn’t object to any of it. But going any further just isn’t possible for me today.’ Pointing toward my trousers, I said, ‘But Madam, just look at the state this is in! How am I supposed to calm it down?’ Indeed, by then, my cock was throbbing and surging wildly inside my pants; it felt as though it might burst right through my trousers at any moment. Madam glanced down at my pants, chuckled, and said, ‘Well, what’s new about that? I’ve been watching you for a long time now; this is exactly how you get erected whenever you’re around me. Just as you manage to calm yourself down every other day, do the same today. But nothing more is going to happen today.’ Hearing Madam’s words, I felt a pang of disappointment, yet I was happy knowing that I had managed to give her some measure of pleasure. Taking her boobs in my hands once again, I gently squeezed them, kissed her on the lips, and said, ‘I am so happy today, Madam. Your boobs are so large and soft, just like butter.’ Madam asked, ‘Did you enjoy that?’ I replied, ‘Enjoy it!!? I absolutely loved it, looking at them, holding them in my hands, and taking them into my mouth to suck on them.’ Madam said, ‘Alright. Let’s leave it at that for today. I’m going to get dressed now.’ I pleaded, ‘What’s the rush? Let me play with your boobs for just a little while longer.’ Madam retorted, ‘How much longer do you intend to play with them? You’ve been at it ever since we started! Squeezing, sucking, and biting, you’ve actually made them sore. Let’s just stop now.’ I felt disappointed, but respecting her wishes, I let go of her. Madam proceeded to put her bra, blouse, and saree back on. I asked her, ‘Madam, you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?’ Gently caressing my cheek, Madam replied affectionately, ‘You have no idea just how much pleasure you gave me today. But mark my words: not a soul must ever find out about this.’ I took Madam in my arms, planted a kiss on her cheek, and said, ‘Forget about anyone actually finding out, I won't even let anyone get the slightest inkling of what happened. You can rest assured. However, you have to make me a promise.’ Madam asked, ‘What is it?’ Gently squeezing her boobs once more, I said, ‘You have to let me play with these every single day. Is it a deal?’ Madam chuckled and replied, ‘I knew it all along. I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with just this much. Will you be? Alright, you can play with them every day. I won't object.’ Laughing, I kissed her on the lips and said, ‘Now that’s exactly the kind of thing my girlfriend would say! I love you!!!’ Madam, too, kissed me on the lips and replied, ‘I love you too, my dear!!!’” (Contd.)

 

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Part 212 – Raju Bent His Finger To Get The Ghee Out

 

Pihu’s POV- “After that day, this little game between Rozina Madam and me continued almost every day. By then, Madam had practically stopped wearing sarees at home; she began spending most of her time in a nightie, and that too, without a bra. She would now openly flaunt her boobs in front of me, and I, in turn, would provide her with fitting company.” Having said this, Raju fell silent. All this while, I (Pihu) had been listening to his story without asking a single question. Suddenly, he looked at me and asked a rather peculiar question: “Tell me Mami (aunty), they say that to extract ghee, one has to bend one’s finger. But how much? To what extent does one actually have to bend one’s finger to get the ghee out?” I (Pihu) replied, “I don’t know the exact details, but I’ve certainly heard the saying. It’s probably just a proverb, that’s what people say. But why? Why did you suddenly ask that?” Hearing my response, Raju smiled slightly and said, “First, let me explain what it means. Then I’ll tell you why I asked it so abruptly.” I said, “Alright, go ahead, tell me what it means.” Raju explained, “It means that when a task cannot be accomplished easily, you have to resort to some kind of trickery or maneuvering to get it done, whatever it takes to achieve your objective. Now, exactly how much you have to ‘bend your finger’ to extract the ghee depends entirely on the specific situation and the nature of the task. If the task is simple, you only need to bend your finger a little. But if the task is particularly difficult or stubborn, you have to bend your finger much further. Do you understand?” I replied, “Somewhat. But why did you bring this up so suddenly?” Laughing once again, Raju said, “Because I had to bend my finger to extract the ghee. And I had to bend it quite a lot, actually. All because of Madam.” Hearing his words, I was taken aback. I wondered if perhaps Raju’s Madam had betrayed him. I asked him, “So, did your Madam betray you? Was she just pretending to love you? Or did you simply not get to fuck her?” Upon hearing my questions, instead of answering, Raju burst into loud laughter. I said, “You can laugh later. Now tell me, what actually happened?” Raju laughed and said, “First, listen to my story; only then will you understand exactly why I said that I had to twist my finger quite a bit to get the ghee out, and all because of Madam. So, listen...” Saying this, Raju once again began to narrate his story to me: “Yes, as I was saying... Madam now held nothing back when it came to showing me her boobs, or letting me squeeze and suck on them. It seemed to me that she, too, had started deriving a great deal of pleasure from having me squeeze and suck her boobs. Now, we would engage in this game of sucking and squeezing boobs almost every single day. After our study sessions were over, we would go into her bedroom daily; I would undress her and begin squeezing and sucking her boobs. However, up until this point, she had never appeared completely naked in front of me. She wouldn't even let me remove her petticoat. And even if I did manage to take that off, she wouldn't let me remove her panties. Consequently, I hadn't yet had the opportunity to see her pussy. Nor had she seen my cock, or expressed any desire to see it. Yet, deep down, I was consumed by a burning desire to see her pussy and to show her my cock. But Madam kept repeating the same old line: that she needed some time before taking things that far. I was absolutely sick and tired of hearing that same excuse over and over again. Meanwhile, staying at the hostel was becoming nearly unbearable for me. This was because Alex had started teasing me every day, pointing out that despite getting so many opportunities, I hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of Madam's pussy, let alone actually fuck her. Hearing this day in and day out was driving me insane. One evening, I made up my mind: come what may, I was going to see Madam's pussy that very day. With this resolve firmly fixed in my mind, I arrived at Madam's house that evening. Usually, Madam would be wearing a nightie when she was at home. But on that particular day, she was wearing a saree. The moment I stepped inside the house, and just as she was closing the door I immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. Pressing my lips against hers, I began to kiss her. By now, I had come to fully understand one thing: if I wanted to make Madam yield to me, I had to kiss her in a sensual, erotic manner. If I kissed her well, Madam would quickly become aroused. That evening, I decided to employ the very same tactic on her. I held her fast in my arms and began to kiss her passionately. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and began to suck on her tongue. In no time at all, she became aroused. She, too, held me close and began to kiss me back with equal fervor. After a while of intense kissing and caressing, I began to fondle her boobs right through her blouse. I knew that if I started squeezing her boobs, she would become aroused even faster, making my task much easier, and that is exactly what happened. After just a short while of fondling her boobs, she became so aroused that she began to moan softly. We were still standing right in front of the entrance to her house, and barely five minutes had passed since I had arrived. Yet, within that short span, I had managed to arouse her so intensely that she was moaning right there on her feet. And that was exactly what I had intended. The more I turn up the heat on her, the weaker her resistance will become. And she will be left with no choice but to do exactly as I say. Come what may, I simply must see her pussy today. I remained steadfast in my mission. I began unbuttoning her blouse. I had undone just two buttons when Madam managed to stop me, saying, ‘Wait. You’ve only just arrived, and you’re already at it! At least let’s go inside the house first. And why have you started doing all this right now, instead of focusing on the studies? If this is what you wanted to do first, you should have come a little earlier.’ I replied, ‘I’ll make sure to come a bit earlier starting tomorrow. But for now, just let me do what I’m doing.’ Madam said, ‘Hold on. Not here, then. Let’s go to the bedroom.’”

 
“We both entered the bedroom. As soon as we stepped inside, and just as I moved toward her to take off her blouse, she stopped me, saying, ‘Wait; you seem to be in a bit of a rush today. Let me take off my blouse myself; otherwise, you’ll probably just tear it right off.’ Saying this, she removed her blouse and bra right in front of me, baring her upper body. She was still wearing her saree and petticoat. Pointing toward her saree, I said, ‘Take that off as well.’ Madam glanced at me once but said nothing. Silently, she removed her saree and set it aside. The moment she took off her saree, I grabbed her, cupped her naked boobs in my hands, and began squeezing them hard. Madam was slightly taken aback by this sudden behavior of mine, for never before, prior to that day, had I ever acted with such animalistic wildness. She even cried out, ‘Why are you acting like this? Go easy! It hurts!’ But by then, I was completely consumed by an insatiable urge to see her pussy and to fuck her. Still squeezing her boobs tightly, I declared, ‘Today, I’m going to devour your boobs whole!’ With that, I pulled her close and began to kiss her. While still kissing her, I slipped my finger into the drawstring of her petticoat and yanked it loose. Before Madam could even react, her petticoat slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Now, Madam stood before me clad only in her panties. Never before, until this day, had Madam appeared before me in such a state. She had always stopped me at the petticoat stage. But today, she hadn't even been given that opportunity; before she could comprehend what was happening, I had stripped away her petticoat as well, leaving her standing before me solely in her panties. Realizing the situation, Madam exclaimed, ‘What on earth are you doing? Stop!’ I replied, ‘Madam, today I must see your pussy. You have to do this for me, I’m making you swear on my life. You won't stop me today. If you stop me again today, and refuse to show me your pussy, I will walk out of here right now. And I will never return. So, think carefully about what you want to do: show me your pussy, or let me walk away? Think it over before you answer.’ Now, I had done this entirely at Alex's behest. Alex had told me, ‘You’re going to have to be a little tough with your 'Madam' right now, buddy. You need to demonstrate to her that you are a man, that you have a rightful claim in this relationship, too. And you must be willing to do whatever it takes to assert that claim, even if it means using force. Even if it means throwing your weight around to dominate her.’ I asked, ‘But what if I try to dominate her and the whole thing backfires? What if she gets angry with me?’ Hearing my concern, Alex laughed and replied, ‘No matter if the world reaches the moon today, or how much we talk about 'equality,' the truth remains: in a relationship, a woman still ultimately listens to her man. Now, hearing me say this might sound a bit jarring to you, or you might even misunderstand me, but it is the truth. To a large extent, anyway. Look, your 'Madam' has only just fallen in love with you. And she still harbors doubts in her mind regarding your relationship, specifically, whether you, at such a young age, can shoulder the 'burden' or 'responsibility' of it, call it what you will. You need to prove your manhood to her. You have to convince her that, regardless of your age, you are a man, and that, as a man, you are fully capable of shouldering both the care and the responsibility for your woman. To do that, you’ll have to put on a bit of an act in front of her. By 'act,' I mean you need to assert your dominance over her, and intimidate her just a little. Now, in this twenty-first century, no matter how much feminists might scream and shout about it, in a relationship, a woman still ultimately defers to her man, she gives in. You’ll have to scare your Madam just a little bit. To do that, simply repeat to her exactly what I’m telling you now. I’m confident this will do the trick.’ Hearing my words, Madam looked a bit startled. However, she didn't say anything right away. Perhaps she felt I was merely spouting nonsense. I said, ‘Fine. If this is how you want it, then so be it. I’m leaving.’ With that, I turned to walk away. From behind me, Madam called out, ‘Wait! I never told you to leave. All I said was that I need some time to process all of this. I’m simply not ready for it right now.’ I replied, ‘I’m sick and tired of hearing that same excuse day after day! Just tell me, right here, right now, exactly how much more time do you need? I want to know. One month? Two months? Six months? A year? Or perhaps... your entire life?’ Having said this, I turned around to face Madam. Then, locking my eyes with hers, I asked, ‘Why do I get the distinct impression that you don’t actually love me? Have you been doing nothing but putting on an act for me this entire time?’ Hearing this, Madam looked at me in shock and asked, ‘Why would you say something like that?’ I answered, ‘Because that is genuinely how I feel. The truth is, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to love me yet, nor have you been able to place your complete trust in me. You’re still convinced that I’ll turn out just like your husband, that I’ll start off by showering you with affection, spend a few carefree years having fun with you, and then, just like him, abandon you and run away like a coward. Isn’t that it?’”
 
“Madam, startled once again with my harsh words, said, ‘Believe me, I don’t think anything of the sort about you.’ I replied, ‘I do believe you; it is you who doesn’t trust me at all. I have loved you, and trusted you, since the very first day. Do you know why? Because I felt that you were alone in this life. That you needed someone to lean on, someone’s companionship. I loved you precisely to offer you that support, not to strip you bare before my eyes. I have absolutely no desire to see you naked. Yet, here I stand before you, driven by the thought that I might, even if only for a few fleeting moments, bring some happiness to a woman who has known nothing but sorrow and betrayal in her life. To offer you a little pleasure and joy. But no, you don’t want any of that yourself. You still don’t trust me. That is exactly why you have kept putting me off all this time. And perhaps you will continue to do so in the future. But forgive me; I cannot offer my companionship to a person who, let alone loving me, cannot even bring herself to trust me. Please forgive me; everything I have done with you up to this point was not done to toy with your emotions, but rather to bring you happiness. Nevertheless, I apologize for all those actions. And now, I am leaving this place. I will never return.’ Before I could turn to leave, however, Madam grabbed my hand and said in slightly stubborn voice, ‘You are not going anywhere. You will stay right here. With me. That is my order to you.’ I asked, ‘By what right are you giving me orders? As a teacher? If so, forgive me, but you are no longer my teacher.’ Madam replied, ‘No, I am not giving you this command as your teacher, but rather as your lover, and as your lover, I order you not to leave this place.’ I began to say, ‘Merely saying it with your lips what will happen? If you consider yourself my girlfriend, then you must also fulfill the duties of a girlfriend. You have to obey my every command. Only then will I stay here.’ Madam replied, ‘Very well. From today on, I am ready to do whatever you say. Tell me, what must I do to prove myself as your girlfriend?’ I laughed and said, ‘Nothing much; you just have to keep me company and do as I say.’ Madam laughed in return and said, ‘Alright, I am ready today. You may do whatever you wish with me. I won't say a word against it, nor will I stop you. Like a good girlfriend, I will obey every single command of her sulking lover.’ I walked over and sat down on the bed. Then I told Madam, ‘Take off your panties and get onto the bed.’ Madam cast a look of astonishment in my direction, then lowered her head. I said, ‘Don't delay. Hurry up, get naked, and come here.’ Without another word, Madam began to take off her panties. I stopped her, saying, ‘Not like that. Turn around so your back is facing me, and then take off your panties.’ Without a word, Madam turned her back toward me. Then, leaning forward, she began to slide her panties down. As her panties descended, her large, shapely buttocks and ample ass were fully revealed to me. And since she was leaning forward to remove her panties, I was even able to catch a glimpse of her asshole. However, before I could get a really good look at her ass, Madam finished removing her panties and straightened up. Then, she slowly turned back toward me. I had seen her naked boobs many times before, I had even fondled and sucked on them, so Madam felt no shame in displaying her boobs to me now. Yet, she still felt shy about revealing her pussy; consequently, she kept it covered with her hand. Madam lifted her face once and looked toward me. She looked at me with shy eyes, much like a newlywed bride on her wedding night, when she bares herself before her groom for the very first time. For the first time ever, Madam stood before me completely naked from head to toe. I gazed upon her alluring nude body as if under a spell, a stare that only served to heighten her bashfulness. ‘Go ahead and get on the bed now,’ I said. Still covering her pussy with her hands and casting shy glances in my direction, Madam walked over to me and sat down on the bed right beside me. She continued to keep her pussy concealed with her hand, but her boobs remained fully exposed. I turned my gaze toward them. They were large, a substantial pair, though they had begun to sag ever so slightly. Dark, almond-colored areolas encircled two prominent, raisin-sized nipples that stood erect with arousal. After all this time, having gazed at Madam’s boobs, held them in my hands, squeezed and kneaded them, and taken them into my mouth to suck and nibble on them, I knew every inch of them by heart. Yet, when I looked at them today, it felt as though I were seeing them for the very first time. Completely naked, Madam looked incredibly alluring and sensual. Today, she had gathered her hair into a bun at the back of her head; a single loose strand dangled down the right side of her face, resting right beside her ear. She wore a pair of gold earrings and a gold chain around her neck, the only jewelry adorning her entire body. A shy smile blossomed across her face, while her eyes held an intense desire to be fucked by me, a desire that made her appear even more seductive.”
 
“I reached out my hand, undid the bun in her hair, and let her entire mane fall loose. The moment I released it, her hair cascaded down, spreading across her bare, exposed back up to her butt. A few strands fell onto her shoulders; brushing them aside, I said to Madam, ‘Whenever you meet me, please keep your hair down. I much prefer you with your hair loose.’ In response, Madam blushed slightly, smiled, and gave a gentle nod. Then, I laid her down on the bed and positioned myself right on top of her. As she lay there, Madam kept her legs pressed tightly together. I placed my legs on either side of hers and settled down on top of her body. My cock was positioned directly above her pussy. Madam was still using her hands to cover her pussy. I planted a kiss on her forehead, followed by one on each cheek. I pressed my lips against her cheeks and began to rub them gently. Whenever I do this, Madam gets incredibly aroused; she absolutely loves it when I do this. I did the very same thing today. A low, muffled moan escaped from Madam’s throat; she was thoroughly savoring my affection. Then, I pressed my lips against hers and began to kiss her deeply. Madam gazed into my eyes, and I gazed back into hers. Both our heartbeats were racing. Our kiss lasted for a long time. I began to take turns gently biting and sucking on each of her lips, occasionally nipping at them with my teeth. Madam began to reciprocate with equal enthusiasm; just as I sucked on her lips and tasted their sweetness, she did the exact same to mine, sucking on my lips and biting them to taste their essence. After we had finished sucking on and biting each other’s lips, it was time for our tongues. I was the first to slide my tongue deep inside her mouth. Madam met my tongue with her own and began to suck on it. After a while, I released some saliva into her mouth, and she swallowed it down without any delay. After a while, she, too, slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I began to suck on it in exactly the same way she had been sucking on mine. Then, pausing the kiss, I looked at her. Madam looked back at me. The moment our eyes met, I planted another sweet kiss upon her lips. I had kissed Madam many times before today, but never with such wild abandon as I did this time. Her lips had turned red from all the sucking and biting; I had flushed them crimson without the aid of any lipstick. After unleashing a storm of kisses upon her lips, I moved down to her chest. While kissing Madam, my cock kept brushing repeatedly against her pussy, even though I was still fully clothed. As soon as I pressed my mouth against her chest, Madam, overcome with arousal, pressed my head firmly against her bosom. However, she wasn't deriving full pleasure from the moment, for while she was completely naked, I was still wearing my clothes. Madam then spoke in an exasperated tone, ‘You’ve had me naked for quite a while now. Why are you still wearing your clothes?’ I chuckled and replied, ‘I wanted to see you naked, so I undressed you. But perhaps you don't wish to see me naked, which is why you haven't undressed me yet. If you do want to see me naked, then go ahead and undress me yourself. It’s not as if I’m stopping you, or would I?’ I realized then that Madam was fully prepared to get fucked today. Without wasting a single moment, she pulled off my T-shirt. However, she did not remove my trousers. I understood that she still harbored a lingering sense of hesitation. I then gathered Madam into my arms, and she, in turn, embraced me. I began to rub my cock, still encased in my trousers, against her pussy. My trousers were stretched absolutely tight. It felt as though my cock was about to burst right through my pants. Just then, quite suddenly, Madam’s hand landed right on my cock. It may have been sudden, but for the very first time, she had actually touched my cock with her own hand. That mere momentary touch sent a jolt through my entire body, and my cock began to throb wildly inside my pants. Madam ran her hand over my cock once, feeling it through the fabric of my pants. By then, my cock had become as hard as an iron rod. Whispering into my ear, Madam said, ‘The state of your pants is absolutely terrible. Take it off, or else your cock is going to rip right through it.’ I replied, ‘Why don't you take it off for me?’ No sooner had I uttered those words than Madam swiftly stripped off my pants, along with my underwear, leaving my cock instantly exposed right before her eyes. I chuckled and said, ‘I asked you to take off my pants, but you’ve gone and stripped me completely naked! Well, I suppose that’s even better.’ Madam’s eyes widened as she gazed down at my cock. ‘Your cock is quite large!’ she remarked. ‘Do you like it?’ I asked. Madam offered no verbal response to my question; instead, she simply took my cock into her hand and began turning it over, examining it from every angle. She gripped my cock firmly in her fist and pulled the foreskin back; as the skin retracted, the red head of my cock was fully revealed. I could sense that Madam was itching to take it into her mouth and suck it right then and there, yet she somehow managed to restrain herself. I, too, decided not to rush things. As the saying goes, patience bears sweet fruit, and right now, that sweet fruit was exactly what I intended to taste.” (Contd.)

 

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