[Neelkantha]

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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