02-01-2019, 12:30 PM
Kajol
Kajol walked along the familiar corridors of the social sciences department and stopped at a room where the nameplate read Prof. Dinesh Bharadwaj, Phd. She frowned to find the doors closed but not locked. That was unusual. Hesitantly, she knocked. There was no answer. When the second and third knocks did not elicit any response, she pushed open the door. The professor’s chamber was empty.
Hurriedly, she took out her mobile to recheck his message. Yes, she was right. He had asked her to come in for discussion at eleven and she knew him to be punctual. She let out a deep sigh. Taking out the draft of the paper, she had prepared, she placed it on his table and left a note. Then she came out of the room.
In the corridors, she sighted the departmental peon and queried if he knew about the Prof’s whereabouts. The peon scratched his head for an instant and then his eyes lighted up. Probably he had gone to attend the senate committee meeting. Of course, he had no idea, when he would be returning. Who knows how long a senate committee seating lasts.
She had walked on. She was pretty disappointed at the happenings. Better to be doing something, she headed towards the library. Halfway she changed her mind and changed her course. She was thinking of all the labor that had gone in, in the pursuit of the PhD. It had been a grueling three years of slaving away at the library, poring through established research works and producing a couple of minor papers together with her guide Prof Bharadwaj. After marriage, she had decided to give up the academics but Ramesh wouldn’t hear of it.
“What if we don’t have enough time for romance”, he had said during their first anniversary dinner that they had six months back, “I promise, I will make it up to you during the rest of our lifetime.” He had taken a sip of the wine and continued, “But remember, one thing is certain. If you step off the track now, it will be several years before you will find courage to get back again in. And then you will have to start all over again. There will also be kids and other family issues. So no question of your quitting now.”
“But Ramesh, don’t you see how guilty I feel. I am not even half the wife that you deserve”, she had complained.
“Kajo” he had taken her hand, “Promise me that it is the last time we will be having this discussion”, he now put her hand over his heart, “Further, promise me that should you ever feel that I am wavering in my decision, you will remind me of this day today and how important your obtaining the PhD would be for both of us.”
She had beamed at him with pride then …
True to their pact neither of them had gone back on their words ever …
‘Hah!’, she sighed deeply. It was that every now and then, she was experiencing the frustration of a research scholar who sees her goal just so near and receding like a mirage when approached.
She realized that she had been walking aimlessly for the last half an hour, being lost in her thoughts, With a start, she realized that she was on the deserted lane of staff quarters with Prof Bharadwaj’s house at the very end.
Her pulse quickened as the vision of the Goddess came to her. Should she or shouldn’t she? Before she could decide, she had already walked over to the house, that had those indelible memories of the exciting afternoon session she had last fortnight. She rang the bell.
x x x
Bhimu opened the door on the second ring. He looked at her questioningly.
“Madam hai?” She gave him a smile.
The oaf was racking his brains as to who she was. Then recognition dawned in slowly. He wiped his face with the stained gamcha
“Nahin hai. Saab ke saath gayi hai kuchh der pehle.”
“Achha”, she gave another deep sigh. Nothing was going right for her.
Then she asked if he knew when they would be back and the slow-wit scratched his head for a while. He made a bright deduction. They had to come back by two pm because that is when they had lunch. .
She was feeling thirsty after the prolonged walking and requested for a glass of water.
“Abhi laata hun”, the simpleton answered, “Tum baitho ander.” He switched on the ceiling fan.
She had plunked on the sofa, legs spread out slightly and emptied almost the entire bottle of cold water that Bhimu had got for her. Bhimu recognized her tired state and asked her to rest a while. Then he excused himself, telling her that he had the cooking to complete and so retired to the kitchen. Kajol found herself drowsy and closed her eyes. The breeze from the fan felt so good.
Barely fifteen minutes later, she had woken up, feeling totally refreshed. It took an instant to register where she was. She looked at her watch. It was still an hour and half before they would be returning. She had to wait. With nothing better to do, she decided to find out what Bhimu was doing. She headed for the kitchen.
Apparently, Bhimu had completed the cooking as he was loading up the utensils. At her entry, he turned towards her, wiping his hands dry on his gamcha. Suddenly, he recollected the scenes of the previous week.
He gave out a broad grin. “Babyji, aap bahut sundar hai.”
She flushed at his complement. It was so unexpected. She loved this simple rustic fellow. Walking over to him, she put a kiss on his cheek.
That was the proverbial red flag to the bull. Bhimu, circled his arms around her, drawing her to a tight embrace. Kajol’s lips opened in surprise. To her astonishment, the found them crushed under Bhimu’s lips who lingered on for a deep kiss.
He released her after a long time and grinned sheepishly. “Aap bahot achhe bhi hain.”
In an instant, the entire day’s disappointment had vanished. It was just the old marvelous feeling, similar to what she had experienced in the presence of Riz, which of course was totally different but simultaneously the same. They both adored her.
This time, she came to him and showered kisses all over his face. At the same time, her hand snaked down to the monster down below. To her surprise, she found it already primed up. Giving him a smile, she sank to her knees and removed his lungi. He had nothing on underneath. The stubby angry looking cock sprang up at her. Lovingly she caressed it, observing with satisfaction how it swelled up in her mouth. Memories of the previous encounter came up as if it was only yesterday. Taking it out of her mouth, she started to lick it systematically, from the base of the balls, directly to the tip. Bhimu quivered in excitement and clutched her head at the back. She continued her ministrations, forgetting all the unwanted unwashed odor emanating there from. After having fellated him to her heart’s content, she paused. Methodically, she removed his clothes off one by one. Bhimu wanted to reciprocate but she denied that with a smile. Standing up, she removed all her clothes, one by one and folded those neatly and placed them on the kitchen slab. Then taking his hand, she had pulled him down to the floor.
Bhimu lost no time. He already had that wild look on his face. Parting her legs, he thrust his organ directly into her. By that time, she had been totally wet and the assault made her feel so complete. Bhimu had started his thrusts and only a couple of strokes later, she had achieved her first orgasm. As he ploughed in, she found herself raising her pelvis, to meet thrust for thrust. A stroke managed to hit the sensitive point within and she started moaning.
“Ahhhhhhh, zorse Bhimu, aur tez kar, …”
Spurred on, he increased the tempo, stroking her without mercy. Somewhere along the way, she had encountered two more major orgasm but the beast on top of her still carried on. Finally, she saw the clenching on his face, the total wild look, and the collapse over her. She guessed, he had ejaculated, but in her completely spent out state, she had now way to ascertain.
Bhimu rolled off her and with the plop of the pulled out penis, she felt his juices oozing out and spreading over her crotch. The whole experience was so mind blowing that she felt numb from the overdose of excitement. Gratefully, she turned about and snuggled on his chest. For a moment, she couldn’t help but compare the experience against that with Ramesh. Ramesh her husband, the ever gentle one, would slowly build up the tempo and pleasure her exactly as she wanted. The brute, she had dbangd her arms around, had no compunction in using her exactly as he please. Yet it was Bhimu, who brought out the most violent orgasms in her. After resting a while, she started tracing her finger nails on his thick matted chest and gave small pecks on his face, then on his chest, moving southward further and finally gazed at the magic stick, which had by now woken up again.
She examined it tenderly in her hands, and gave a tentative peck to the tips. To her surprise, it showed signs of waking up again. Fascinated, she repeated her ministrations, and to her amazement, it had regained its fully erect state.
“Bhimu”, she whispered softly on the kitchen floor, “Ye kya hai?”
The country bumpkin gave off a sheepish smile. “Babyji, man nahin bhara.”
She slapped him playfully “Badmash, ab kya irada hai?”
“Babyji”, he was finding it difficult to speak and so turned his face, “Picture me ek baar dekha tha. Peechhe se karne ko.” Then he looked guiltily at her. “Aap bura to nahin manenge?”
She was shocked and fearful at once. That was something she had never done before, But the thrill of the unknown beckoned her. Professing mock anger in her tone, she remonstrated him. “Kitne gande baat karte ho.” Then she jiggled the magic stick, which was rock hard in her hands. “Chalo ek baar to sahi.”
Happily, Bhimu got off from the floor. He remembered seeing the priming of ass with cream. Without wasting any time, he brought out a dollop of butter from its case. He spread a bit on his stiff penis and turning her around, started rubbing her anal region, Rubbing gently, he started pushing the butter, bit by bit into her anus.
She shivered at the totally unfamiliar sensations that was emanating from the rear end. Bit by bit, he had lubricated the opening, digging his fat finger in. The resulting sensation was out of the world. Then he had withdrawn it completely, she felt a mild disappointment. But he had now hauled her up to all fours and positioned himself at her rear opening. The moment, he had placed the tip of his cock at her hole, the pleasant sensations returned again.
A moment later, she was flooded with apprehension. What if something went wrong? The next moment, all her fears were justified, for without warning and without any other prompt; the brute had inserted his full length of cock inside her and her insides had bust with pain. It was pain like no other that had ever felt. He was clutching her thighs for support and started the to and thrusts.
Tears sprang out of eyes as she attempted to stifle her cries. The periodic pounding was tearing her insides and she started whimpering softly. Through her eyes, now blinded with tears , she saw her hair hanging about her on either side and the tears running over them.
“Stop Bhimu, stop!” She commanded him, but the brute did not listen. The pain was certainly becoming unbearable and she had a feeling that she won’t survive the onslaught.
“Ruk jao Bhimu, bahot dard ho raha hai”, she pleaded.
That had no effect either. It served to encourage him to increase his pace and her corresponding level of pain had increase. Dully she thought that it was the end of her. She blocked her mind out.
Then suddenly, miraculously, the pain was gone. She was puzzled. It was being replaced by a slow glow of pleasure, she discovered to her utter amazement. Tentatively, she started moving her ass in tandem to his thrusts. That had the effect of increasing it. Then she increased her pace and started entering into the acute pleasure pain zone. Her breasts, hanging down and flouncing in the thrusts demanded attention.
“Bhimu, meri chuchi ki ragdo na”, she shouted at him.
Dutifully he obliged. Taking hold of her hair in one hand, he had her bucked up and at the same time, mauled a breast with his other hand.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh”, a deep cry of contentment came out from her.
From the behind, Bhimu went on pounding.
She floating towards high heavens and had no sensations further to access. At that time, her gaze rested on the serene face of the Goddess, who had walked in to the scene. Seconds later, she also saw the face of Prof Bharadwaj behind her.
Kajol walked along the familiar corridors of the social sciences department and stopped at a room where the nameplate read Prof. Dinesh Bharadwaj, Phd. She frowned to find the doors closed but not locked. That was unusual. Hesitantly, she knocked. There was no answer. When the second and third knocks did not elicit any response, she pushed open the door. The professor’s chamber was empty.
Hurriedly, she took out her mobile to recheck his message. Yes, she was right. He had asked her to come in for discussion at eleven and she knew him to be punctual. She let out a deep sigh. Taking out the draft of the paper, she had prepared, she placed it on his table and left a note. Then she came out of the room.
In the corridors, she sighted the departmental peon and queried if he knew about the Prof’s whereabouts. The peon scratched his head for an instant and then his eyes lighted up. Probably he had gone to attend the senate committee meeting. Of course, he had no idea, when he would be returning. Who knows how long a senate committee seating lasts.
She had walked on. She was pretty disappointed at the happenings. Better to be doing something, she headed towards the library. Halfway she changed her mind and changed her course. She was thinking of all the labor that had gone in, in the pursuit of the PhD. It had been a grueling three years of slaving away at the library, poring through established research works and producing a couple of minor papers together with her guide Prof Bharadwaj. After marriage, she had decided to give up the academics but Ramesh wouldn’t hear of it.
“What if we don’t have enough time for romance”, he had said during their first anniversary dinner that they had six months back, “I promise, I will make it up to you during the rest of our lifetime.” He had taken a sip of the wine and continued, “But remember, one thing is certain. If you step off the track now, it will be several years before you will find courage to get back again in. And then you will have to start all over again. There will also be kids and other family issues. So no question of your quitting now.”
“But Ramesh, don’t you see how guilty I feel. I am not even half the wife that you deserve”, she had complained.
“Kajo” he had taken her hand, “Promise me that it is the last time we will be having this discussion”, he now put her hand over his heart, “Further, promise me that should you ever feel that I am wavering in my decision, you will remind me of this day today and how important your obtaining the PhD would be for both of us.”
She had beamed at him with pride then …
True to their pact neither of them had gone back on their words ever …
‘Hah!’, she sighed deeply. It was that every now and then, she was experiencing the frustration of a research scholar who sees her goal just so near and receding like a mirage when approached.
She realized that she had been walking aimlessly for the last half an hour, being lost in her thoughts, With a start, she realized that she was on the deserted lane of staff quarters with Prof Bharadwaj’s house at the very end.
Her pulse quickened as the vision of the Goddess came to her. Should she or shouldn’t she? Before she could decide, she had already walked over to the house, that had those indelible memories of the exciting afternoon session she had last fortnight. She rang the bell.
x x x
Bhimu opened the door on the second ring. He looked at her questioningly.
“Madam hai?” She gave him a smile.
The oaf was racking his brains as to who she was. Then recognition dawned in slowly. He wiped his face with the stained gamcha
“Nahin hai. Saab ke saath gayi hai kuchh der pehle.”
“Achha”, she gave another deep sigh. Nothing was going right for her.
Then she asked if he knew when they would be back and the slow-wit scratched his head for a while. He made a bright deduction. They had to come back by two pm because that is when they had lunch. .
She was feeling thirsty after the prolonged walking and requested for a glass of water.
“Abhi laata hun”, the simpleton answered, “Tum baitho ander.” He switched on the ceiling fan.
She had plunked on the sofa, legs spread out slightly and emptied almost the entire bottle of cold water that Bhimu had got for her. Bhimu recognized her tired state and asked her to rest a while. Then he excused himself, telling her that he had the cooking to complete and so retired to the kitchen. Kajol found herself drowsy and closed her eyes. The breeze from the fan felt so good.
Barely fifteen minutes later, she had woken up, feeling totally refreshed. It took an instant to register where she was. She looked at her watch. It was still an hour and half before they would be returning. She had to wait. With nothing better to do, she decided to find out what Bhimu was doing. She headed for the kitchen.
Apparently, Bhimu had completed the cooking as he was loading up the utensils. At her entry, he turned towards her, wiping his hands dry on his gamcha. Suddenly, he recollected the scenes of the previous week.
He gave out a broad grin. “Babyji, aap bahut sundar hai.”
She flushed at his complement. It was so unexpected. She loved this simple rustic fellow. Walking over to him, she put a kiss on his cheek.
That was the proverbial red flag to the bull. Bhimu, circled his arms around her, drawing her to a tight embrace. Kajol’s lips opened in surprise. To her astonishment, the found them crushed under Bhimu’s lips who lingered on for a deep kiss.
He released her after a long time and grinned sheepishly. “Aap bahot achhe bhi hain.”
In an instant, the entire day’s disappointment had vanished. It was just the old marvelous feeling, similar to what she had experienced in the presence of Riz, which of course was totally different but simultaneously the same. They both adored her.
This time, she came to him and showered kisses all over his face. At the same time, her hand snaked down to the monster down below. To her surprise, she found it already primed up. Giving him a smile, she sank to her knees and removed his lungi. He had nothing on underneath. The stubby angry looking cock sprang up at her. Lovingly she caressed it, observing with satisfaction how it swelled up in her mouth. Memories of the previous encounter came up as if it was only yesterday. Taking it out of her mouth, she started to lick it systematically, from the base of the balls, directly to the tip. Bhimu quivered in excitement and clutched her head at the back. She continued her ministrations, forgetting all the unwanted unwashed odor emanating there from. After having fellated him to her heart’s content, she paused. Methodically, she removed his clothes off one by one. Bhimu wanted to reciprocate but she denied that with a smile. Standing up, she removed all her clothes, one by one and folded those neatly and placed them on the kitchen slab. Then taking his hand, she had pulled him down to the floor.
Bhimu lost no time. He already had that wild look on his face. Parting her legs, he thrust his organ directly into her. By that time, she had been totally wet and the assault made her feel so complete. Bhimu had started his thrusts and only a couple of strokes later, she had achieved her first orgasm. As he ploughed in, she found herself raising her pelvis, to meet thrust for thrust. A stroke managed to hit the sensitive point within and she started moaning.
“Ahhhhhhh, zorse Bhimu, aur tez kar, …”
Spurred on, he increased the tempo, stroking her without mercy. Somewhere along the way, she had encountered two more major orgasm but the beast on top of her still carried on. Finally, she saw the clenching on his face, the total wild look, and the collapse over her. She guessed, he had ejaculated, but in her completely spent out state, she had now way to ascertain.
Bhimu rolled off her and with the plop of the pulled out penis, she felt his juices oozing out and spreading over her crotch. The whole experience was so mind blowing that she felt numb from the overdose of excitement. Gratefully, she turned about and snuggled on his chest. For a moment, she couldn’t help but compare the experience against that with Ramesh. Ramesh her husband, the ever gentle one, would slowly build up the tempo and pleasure her exactly as she wanted. The brute, she had dbangd her arms around, had no compunction in using her exactly as he please. Yet it was Bhimu, who brought out the most violent orgasms in her. After resting a while, she started tracing her finger nails on his thick matted chest and gave small pecks on his face, then on his chest, moving southward further and finally gazed at the magic stick, which had by now woken up again.
She examined it tenderly in her hands, and gave a tentative peck to the tips. To her surprise, it showed signs of waking up again. Fascinated, she repeated her ministrations, and to her amazement, it had regained its fully erect state.
“Bhimu”, she whispered softly on the kitchen floor, “Ye kya hai?”
The country bumpkin gave off a sheepish smile. “Babyji, man nahin bhara.”
She slapped him playfully “Badmash, ab kya irada hai?”
“Babyji”, he was finding it difficult to speak and so turned his face, “Picture me ek baar dekha tha. Peechhe se karne ko.” Then he looked guiltily at her. “Aap bura to nahin manenge?”
She was shocked and fearful at once. That was something she had never done before, But the thrill of the unknown beckoned her. Professing mock anger in her tone, she remonstrated him. “Kitne gande baat karte ho.” Then she jiggled the magic stick, which was rock hard in her hands. “Chalo ek baar to sahi.”
Happily, Bhimu got off from the floor. He remembered seeing the priming of ass with cream. Without wasting any time, he brought out a dollop of butter from its case. He spread a bit on his stiff penis and turning her around, started rubbing her anal region, Rubbing gently, he started pushing the butter, bit by bit into her anus.
She shivered at the totally unfamiliar sensations that was emanating from the rear end. Bit by bit, he had lubricated the opening, digging his fat finger in. The resulting sensation was out of the world. Then he had withdrawn it completely, she felt a mild disappointment. But he had now hauled her up to all fours and positioned himself at her rear opening. The moment, he had placed the tip of his cock at her hole, the pleasant sensations returned again.
A moment later, she was flooded with apprehension. What if something went wrong? The next moment, all her fears were justified, for without warning and without any other prompt; the brute had inserted his full length of cock inside her and her insides had bust with pain. It was pain like no other that had ever felt. He was clutching her thighs for support and started the to and thrusts.
Tears sprang out of eyes as she attempted to stifle her cries. The periodic pounding was tearing her insides and she started whimpering softly. Through her eyes, now blinded with tears , she saw her hair hanging about her on either side and the tears running over them.
“Stop Bhimu, stop!” She commanded him, but the brute did not listen. The pain was certainly becoming unbearable and she had a feeling that she won’t survive the onslaught.
“Ruk jao Bhimu, bahot dard ho raha hai”, she pleaded.
That had no effect either. It served to encourage him to increase his pace and her corresponding level of pain had increase. Dully she thought that it was the end of her. She blocked her mind out.
Then suddenly, miraculously, the pain was gone. She was puzzled. It was being replaced by a slow glow of pleasure, she discovered to her utter amazement. Tentatively, she started moving her ass in tandem to his thrusts. That had the effect of increasing it. Then she increased her pace and started entering into the acute pleasure pain zone. Her breasts, hanging down and flouncing in the thrusts demanded attention.
“Bhimu, meri chuchi ki ragdo na”, she shouted at him.
Dutifully he obliged. Taking hold of her hair in one hand, he had her bucked up and at the same time, mauled a breast with his other hand.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh”, a deep cry of contentment came out from her.
From the behind, Bhimu went on pounding.
She floating towards high heavens and had no sensations further to access. At that time, her gaze rested on the serene face of the Goddess, who had walked in to the scene. Seconds later, she also saw the face of Prof Bharadwaj behind her.
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