[Neelkantha]

Part 213 – Raju Tastes The Sweet Fruit Of Patience

 

Pihu’s POV- Raju went saying, “Madam asked me, ‘Do you really not have a girlfriend? But your friends do. So, don’t you feel any jealousy toward them?’ I (Raju) replied, ‘It’s not exactly jealousy, but I certainly feel a sense of sadness, sadness that they get to have fun with their respective girlfriends regularly, while I can’t.’ Madam asked, ‘Has your sadness lessened a little now?’ I said, ‘It has lessened a bit compared to before, yes. But not completely.’ Madam asked, ‘Why?’ I replied, ‘Because you aren’t letting me do it!’ Madam asked, ‘If I were to let you do it, would all your sadness vanish?’ I said, ‘Yes, it would. The specific sadness, that I haven’t been able to fuck my girlfriend, would definitely come to an end.’ Madam exclaimed, ‘Oh, please! You couldn’t manage to hook up with girls your own age, and now you’re trying to throw your weight around with this old woman? Later on, you’ll be the one regretting it, wondering, ‘Why did I ever fall for an old lady?’’ I said, ‘You keep calling yourself an old woman, but do you realize that just looking at you makes the ‘young man’ down there stand at attention? Tell me, Madam, you’ll let me do it today, won’t you?’ Madam asked, ‘And what if I don’t let you? Will you just sulk and walk away?’ I said, ‘Yes, what else could I possibly do?’ Madam said, ‘Why? You claim to be my lover; you consider yourself a man. Yet, despite being a man, you can’t assert yourself over a woman? Are you a ‘man’ only in name, then? Not in reality? Listen, I like men who take charge, men who assert their claim over me. No matter how much I might resist, a real man will find a way to get what he wants from me. Do you know why I haven’t slept with you until now? Because, before today, you never once asserted yourself. I kept expecting you to take charge, but every single day, you would simply do whatever I said. But today, for the very first time, even after I said no, you didn't listen me. You stood firm in your resolve, and by winning me over, you ultimately got what you wanted. Today, you have truly proven yourself to be my lover. I like men who are bold and daring just like this. Today, I can happily express my love for you.’ I asked, ‘But if I were to be rough with you, wouldn't you mind?’ Madam replied, ‘No matter how old I may get, I am, after all, a woman. And most women simply want their man to assert his claim over them. That is when one truly experiences the real thrill of love. You can be as rough with me as you desire; I won't mind at all. In fact, I’ll love it. When you told me to take off my panties and stand naked before you, for the very first time, I saw the true essence of a man within you. I am delighted by that realization. No matter how much you dominate me, I will enjoy every moment of it. From this day forward, you may treat me however you wish. I have absolutely no objections.’ As we spoke, my cock was swaying just above her pussy. At that moment, Madam slowly spread her legs wide. By now, her shyness had largely dissipated; she was participating in this game with complete openness and abandon. Positioning my body between her legs, I began to squeeze her boobs. My cock was no longer making contact with Madam's body; it hung suspended in the air. I held her boobs in my hands, kneading them gently, while Madam lay there with her eyes closed, reveling in the pleasure of having her boobs caressed by my touch. Then, taking one of her boobs in my hand, I squeezed it and brought it close to my mouth. I then grazed her nipple ever so lightly with the tip of my tongue. The mere touch of my tongue sent tremors through Madam's entire body. I knew full well that her nipples were one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She could barely withstand the sensation of my tongue on her nipples; it would drive her wild with lust. Arousing her to the point of utter surrender simply by licking her nipples was, indeed, the easiest way to do it. Things began to heat up. If her nipples were taken into the mouth and suckled, she would find it almost unbearable to handle the intensity of the sensation. I filled my mouth with one of her nipples; holding it between my lips, I tugged at it while simultaneously squeezing her other tit. Madam held my head firmly with both hands, pressing it against her bosom. I couldn't quite fathom how she had become so consumed by lust in such a short span of time; a mere kiss and a bit of suckling had driven her state of arousal to the absolute brink. I took turns suckling each of her nipples in my mouth. Throughout this, Madam would sometimes grab my head from behind and grind it against her boobs, and at other times, she would reach behind my head to caress my hair, using these gestures to express her affection to me. While suckling one of her nipples, I suddenly sank my teeth into it. This sudden, unexpected assault inflicted a sharp, intense pain upon her nipple. She let out a loud yelp, ‘Ouch... Ooh, Momma!’, and began tugging at my hair from behind. However, the result was the exact opposite of what she intended.”

 
“I clamped down hard on her nipple with my teeth, and the moment Madam grabbed my head by the hair and yanked it back, my teeth scbangd against her skin, tearing it slightly and causing her even greater pain. As if realizing that this approach wasn't going to work, she let go of my hair. I then proceeded to grind my teeth against the skin surrounding her nipple, biting into it just a little deeper. Tears welled up in both of Madam’s eyes from the sheer agony, yet she uttered not a single word. The scbanging had drawn a trickle of blood from her skin, some of which smeared onto my tongue. I began to run my tongue over the fresh wound I had inflicted near her nipple, much like an animal might lick another’s injury to offer comfort. The wound was not deep, so the bleeding soon ceased; however, the area remained red and inflamed, and the deep, distinct imprints of my teeth were now etched there forever. I slowly lifted my mouth away from her tit. I noticed that tears were still glistening in both of Madam’s eyes. Gently wiping them away with affection, I asked, ‘Madam, do you know how lions in the wild mark their territory?’ Madam replied, ‘How?’ I answered, ‘By leaving the claw marks on the large trees within their domain. Today, I, too, have marked my territory. And this very domain remains mine, only mine. Forever. No one else’s.’ Madam offered no further response. I then raised both of her arms high above her head. This exposed her armpits fully to my view, and I observed that Madam did not shave her underarms; they were covered in thick, long hair. Madam blushed once again. Perhaps that was precisely why she had never before raised her arms in my presence or allowed me to see her armpits; she felt a sense of shame about revealing her hairy underarms to me. I continued to gaze at her armpits, while Madam kept her eyes fixed on me. It seemed she was attempting to discern from my expression just how I felt about this hairiness in her armpits. She wondered if the sight of her hairy armpits was evoking any disgust in me or not. We had been playing this game for quite a while now. Moreover, just a short while ago, I had bitten her nipples, causing her some pain; perhaps partly due to that, Madam was drenched in sweat. Her underarms, too, were damp with perspiration. And because of the sweat, the hair in her armpits was matted against her skin. I moved my face toward her armpits. Madam had not anticipated this at all. Without uttering a word, she stared at me with wide, astonished eyes. I brought my face right up close to her armpit; my nose was positioned directly above it. As I took a shallow breath, the scent of sweat, along with the intimate, natural fragrance of Madam’s body, reached my nose. I inhaled a little deeper, catching an even stronger whiff of her natural body scent. Then, I lowered my lips and pressed them against her armpit. Madam likely never even imagined that I would place my lips upon her hairy, sweat-drenched armpits and kiss them. The moment she felt the touch of my lips against her skin, she shuddered slightly and exclaimed, ‘What on earth are you doing? Get your face away from there! My armpits are soaked with sweat. Doesn't that disgust you?’ Lifting my face away from her armpit, I replied, ‘When someone loves another person, they love everything about them. I love you, and your armpits are just as much a part of you, and your body, as anything else. Just as I love you, I love every single part of your body. And that includes your armpits.’ Having said this, I once again pressed my face against her armpit and kissed it. Then, I extended my tongue and began to lick her armpit from bottom to top. Feeling the sensation of my tongue against her skin, Madam began to feel ticklish and burst into peals of laughter. Madam started trying to free her hands from my grip. She tried to resist, but in vain. I held both her arms raised above her head and, one by one, thoroughly licked and cleaned both her armpits by kissing and licking the skin of her armpits and sucking the sweat-drenched hairs taking in my mouth. My cock was brushing against her pussy. And one thing became abundantly clear to me: the effect of my licking her armpits was not limited solely to those areas. Its impact was resonating throughout her entire body, and most notably, in her pussy. Her pussy was already brimming with her own juices, and it was practically throbbing with eagerness to take my cock inside. Her juices began to flow out, moistening my cock in the process. Madam was perhaps too shy to explicitly say, ‘Fuck me now.’ Yet, her body was burning up with the fire of lust. The moment I released her arms, she immediately flopped onto the bed, lying flat on her belly. She kept her armpits tightly clamped shut, ensuring that I couldn't lick them again. For one thing, my licking tickled her; and for another, regardless of whether I felt any revulsion, she certainly felt disgusted by the idea of me kissing or licking her sweaty, hairy armpits in such a sensual manner. She told me this later on. But the moment Madam turned over and lay down on her stomach, I felt a surge of joy, for this was exactly what I had been hoping for. I then positioned my cock against her buttocks and lay down right on top of her, beginning to plant sloppy kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. It was then that Madam realized her mistake, but by that time, it was already too late. She tried to turn back over, but since I was lying directly on top of her, she was unable to do so. She remained lying face-down, helpless and trapped in that position. Pressing my lips against her back, I began to explore the contours of her body, covering her entire back with sloppy kisses. Feeling the touch of my lips against her bare, broad back, she squirmed once again and cried out, ‘What are you doing? Let go of me!’ But I continued undeterred. I began kissing her back, tracing a path from her shoulders all the way down. As I moved further down her body, Madam's agitation grew steadily. Finally, having showered her waist with kisses, I reached her buttocks.”
 
“Madam’s buttocks were quite large, fleshy, and soft. It felt as though she was walking around with a soft cushions attached to her ass. I cupped both her buttocks in my hands, but they were so massive that a single butt wouldn't even fit entirely into one of my hands. Nevertheless, I held onto her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them thoroughly. As I pressed and kneaded her ass, soft moans and gasps began to escape her lips once again. After squeezing and kneading her buttocks for quite some time, I leaned in and kissed them. Then, holding her buttocks apart, I spread them wide. The moment I spread them, her anal cleft, along with her asshole itself, was laid bare right before my eyes. Realizing this, Madam immediately reached a hand behind her; attempting to cover her ass, she protested, ‘Hey, hey! Please, not there! Not there! Please!’ But I had no intention of heeding her words. I gently moved her hand away from her buttocks and pressed my mouth against her ass. I kissed her asshole, then extended my tongue and began to lick along the length of her anal cleft. I was already licking her cleft, moistening it with my saliva as I went. In no time at all, her anal cleft became glistening and slick with my spit. As I licked her cleft, whenever my tongue brushed against her asshole, I would pause and lick that spot with particular attention. I thoroughly licked her asshole with my tongue. Gazing at her ass, I felt an intense urge to penetrate her, to take her anally. I made a silent vow to myself: one day, sooner or later, I would definitely take Madam from behind. But not today. If I were to attempt anal sex on our very first encounter, I risked ruining the entire game; therefore, I restricted myself to merely licking her anal cleft and her asshole. After licking her buttocks thoroughly, I let go of her and laid her back down flat once again. I looked into her eyes. I saw a burning desire to be fucked reflected in them. Still gazing into her eyes, I began to lower myself down her body. Finally, I shifted my gaze away from her eyes and directed it toward her pussy. Madam was still covering her pussy with her hand. I gently moved her hands away from her pussy and looked at it. It was the first time I was seeing Madam's pussy. It was exactly as I had imagined it would be, hairy. She likely hadn't shaved her armpits or her pussy since divorcing her husband. I didn't know if she used to shave before that, but right now, the condition of her pussy was rather poor. Her entire pussy was covered in a thick bush of pubic hair. Some of the strands had turned from black to brown, and others from brown to white. Her pubic hair was so long and thick that it could have easily filled a clenched fist. Because of this dense bush, the actual contours of her pussy were barely visible. However, one thing was abundantly clear: her pussy was dripping wet with juices. The juices oozing from inside had soaked the hair surrounding her pussy, causing the wet strands to cling tightly to her flesh. It was only then that I understood why Madam had been so hesitant to show me her pussy all this time, and why she had always found excuses to put off the moment of revealing it. She was fully aware of the state her pussy was in. She must have feared that if she were to show it to me in such a condition, I would be repulsed. Yet, she could have simply shaved her pubic hair. Why didn't she? My mind immediately supplied an answer to that question as well: perhaps she simply didn't know how to shave her pussy or her armpits. Perhaps she had never shaved her pubic hair or underarms in her entire life. That is why she was afraid of getting cut. And because of this fear, she had never once shaved the hair in her armpits or on her pussy. However, this created a new problem. I had intended to give Madam pleasure by licking her pussy. But now, seeing the condition of her pussy, that seemed impossible. Yes, there was hair in her armpits as well. And I did lick her armpits, but the hair there wasn't particularly long; it merely brushed against my mouth. The hair on her pussy, however, was so long and thick that licking her pussy felt virtually impossible. Consequently, I silently abandoned the idea of licking her pussy. The hair would have to be cleared away first; only then would licking her pussy be feasible. But how was I to give her pleasure now? I had planned not to stop until I had thoroughly licked her pussy. But since that wasn't possible, should I simply thrust my cock straight into her pussy and start fucking her? I could do that, of course, but Madam wouldn't derive much pleasure from it. And I wanted to make this, our first sexual encounter, a truly memorable experience for her. At the same time, I wanted to ensure she experienced the absolute fullness of sexual pleasure. After all, "fucking" doesn't simply mean shoving my cock into her pussy and going at it blindly. So, what could I do now, something that would not only give her pleasure but also ignite a burning desire within her to be fucked by me? Just then, an idea struck me. And I decided to put that very idea into action.”
 
“I looked at Madam and said, ‘Madam, spread your legs a little.’ Madam looked back at me and asked, ‘What are you planning to do?’ I smiled and replied, ‘Just trying to give you some pleasure. Nothing else.’ Madam understood exactly what I meant. Complying with my request, she spread both her legs wide apart. There was a strange, dreamy intoxication in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what I was about to do next, and she was already beginning to prepare herself for it. I moved my right hand toward her pussy. Madam immediately clamped her legs shut. In the last ten years, no one, perhaps not even she herself, had touched her in such an intimate place. Now, suddenly, after such a long hiatus, someone was about to touch that very spot; the mere realization of this filled her with a deep sense of shame. She felt ashamed that a boy, young enough to be her son, and half her age, was not only looking at her pussy but was also about to touch it. It was essential to dispel this shame; otherwise, she would be too inhibited to truly enjoy the pleasure. I didn't do anything drastic; I didn't even force her legs apart. Instead, I simply began to gently brush my fingers against the pubic hair surrounding her pussy. Then I looked up at her, silently pleading with my eyes to let me touch her. Blushing deeply, Madam averted her gaze, yet slowly, almost involuntarily, she parted her legs once again. Her pussy was once more within my reach. I slowly cupped her pussy within my hand. Inside, Madam was burning with heat; she was growing restless with anticipation. The fire of lust was clearly visible in her eyes. She made no further attempt to stop me. And why would she? Did she not know exactly what was coming next, what I could do, or would do, with her? And in all of this, she stood to gain the most. Therefore, stopping me would have been sheer foolishness. And Madam was no fool. I began to explore her pussy. I began tracing my finger along the cleft, from top to bottom, then bottom to top, and back down again. Over and over. Continuously. Without pause. Without any haste. Slowly. Tenderly. At the mere touch of my finger against the cleft of her pussy, Madam seemed to go wild with lust. Her entire body began to tremble, and more juices flowed from her pussy, soaking her pubic hair. Yet, I did not stop. Nor did I rush. I didn't even insert my finger inside her pussy; instead, I simply continued to slowly and steadily stroke my finger up and down along the length of the cleft. I kept tracing the groove of her pussy, starting from her clitoris peeking out amidst her pubic hair, gliding down between her labia, past the pussy opening, and all the way to the very bottom of her pussy. Then, I brought my finger back up along the exact same path. I repeated this motion again and again. My finger followed that same route, moving up and down ceaselessly. Not once did I attempt to insert my finger into her pussy. Each time my finger brushed over her clitoris, Madam’s body would shudder, and she grew even more aroused. Her eyes were glazing over with sheer pleasure. At this point, even if I were to thrust into her right now, she would lack the strength to stop me, and perhaps even the desire to do so. On the contrary, she was likely yearning to be taken by me. She closed her eyes, savoring every moment of this pleasure. She could hardly believe that pleasure of this intensity was even possible. Low, guttural sounds escaped her lips, giving me a clear indication of just how aroused she was. Finally, I rested my finger directly upon her clitoris. Although her thick pubic hair prevented me from seeing her clitoris clearly, the sensation beneath my finger told me that it was, in fact, quite large in size. It was, perhaps about the size of a cashew nut. I had never, ever seen a clitoris that large before today. And when I placed my finger upon it, her clitoris felt even larger to me. I then began to move my finger over her clitoris in a circular motion, sometimes clockwise, and sometimes anti-clockwise. I continued this rhythmically and without pause. Gradually, Madam’s sexual arousal reached its absolute zenith. Now, a distinct, guttural sound of panting could be clearly heard escaping her throat. Her body was writhing uncontrollably. When I glanced at her, I saw that she lay on the bed in a state of sheer ecstasy, eyes tightly shut, biting down hard on her lower lip, and vigorously kneading her own boobs with both hands. Watching her, I could sense the sheer intensity of the waves of lust surging through her body at that very moment. Her fair complexion of her face had turned a deep crimson. Her nostrils were flared, and she was panting so heavily that she sounded less like a human being and more like a snake. And with every heavy breath she took, her boobs, which she continued to knead relentlessly, rose and fell with vigorous motion. Right before my eyes, I was witnessing a 46-year-old woman completely submerged in the surging tides of her own lust. It was, truly, a profoundly erotic sight to behold. I then lifted my finger from her clitoris and positioned it over the entrance to her pussy. Slippery with her pussy juices, the area had become incredibly slick. I encountered absolutely no resistance in inserting my finger into Madam’s pussy; on the contrary, my finger slid effortlessly and smoothly right inside her pussy.” (Contd.)

 

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