[Neelkantha]

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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