[Neelkantha]

Naughty Raju ,hearing dad mom sex speech.
He is not bothering what Pihu think of his family.
Adding more spice  making hot to wait.
Thank you

Yes, he is more open and closer to Pihu than his own mother.

[Neelkantha]

Part 199 – Raju's Words Surprise Pihu

 

Pihu’s POV- Everything Raju said had surprised me. But the last thing he said surprised me the most. What problem was he talking about? I looked at Raju and asked, "What problem are you talking about?" Hearing my question, Raju said, "I'll tell you. Let me finish my story first. You'll know for yourself what problem I'm talking about here." With that, he resumed his story, “After that incident, I was at home for about a month or two. During this time, I would regularly go outside my mom and dad's room after them, put my ear to their closed door, stand silently, without saying a word, listening to them talk and even listening to them have sex. At first, I didn't like it, but it eventually became a habit. At one point, I started enjoying listening to my mom's voice while they had sex. I would sit around all day, waiting for night to fall, wondering when it would be so I could hear my own parents having sex. On nights I got the chance to hear them secretly having sex, I would happily go back to my room, imagine my mom, and masturbate to sleep. But on nights when I couldn't hear them having sex, I would still masturbate to my mom's imagination. So, whether they had sex or not, my mom's imagination was the only thing that would be the constant to masturbate myself. I would masturbate to my mom's imagination every night. At that time, my mom was the only thing that occupied my heart and mind. But to this day, I've never been able to see her naked or having sex with my dad. I would only see her doing it in my imagination. And that's what caused the problems." Having said this, Raju paused, took a breath, and then began again, "My college results came in a month or two. And as per the pre-planned plan, I had to move out of my home and complete my studies. But by then, I was so intoxicated by my own mother's addiction that moving out was not only difficult, but almost impossible for me. But the biggest problem was that I couldn't share this reason with anyone. I thought many times at that time about sharing this problem with you. But later I felt that it wouldn't be right. If you find out that I've started looking at my own mother with such dirty eyes, it will hurt you too. That's why, despite my reluctance, I had to move out of my home to complete my studies. I thought that if I moved away from home, perhaps all these dirty thoughts would gradually subside. But that didn't happen. It was exactly the opposite. Before, I used to think about you. But now I'm thinking about my own mother. I was hooked. When I moved into the hostel, I realized that what I'd mistakenly considered an addiction wasn't just an addiction anymore. It had become a habit. Even after moving into the hostel, I would still enjoy fantasizing about my mother. And gradually, that became a habit. Then, I once again fell into the grip of porn addiction. But this time, the addiction was a little different. I used to watch porn featuring younger girls earlier. But now, I didn't like that. Now, I started watching older women getting fucked, known as MILFs in pornographic parlance. I started enjoying watching MILF porn. And my addiction to porn started affecting my personal life as well." With that, Raju fell silent again. I asked, "How? I once told you not to let porn take over you, didn't I?" It seemed Raju felt a little embarrassed by my words. He said softly, "I know, mami (aunty). You told me not to. And I agreed. But after that incident, I became addicted to porn again. I started watching porn again, which I had stopped once. But as I told you, I've only ever watched MILF porn. I've noticed that so far, I've only seen MILFs in my life, not girls my age. You know that I secretly liked a girl in college, whom I later fell in love with. But when I told her about it, she made fun of me and flatly refused my love. After that, my self-confidence completely shattered and vanished. I fell into depression. I avoided even talking to anyone. I wouldn't even talk to anyone at home. I became silent and kept to myself. That's when you came into my life. And I consider this incident to be one of the most beautiful things that has happened in my life. If you hadn't thought of helping me then, I would probably still be in depression today."

"You're the first person in my life who listened to me, understood my problem, and helped me by having sex with me, despite being my mami. I can't forget that. Anyway, after that incident, you were the only one in my heart and mind. And later, I realized you were also a MILF, probably 10 or 12 years older than me. And the second woman who came into my life after you was my own mother. Yes, it's a different matter that just as I've seen you naked in front of my eyes, or fucked you, I've never seen my own mother naked, nor have I fucked her, nor do I ever want to. But my mother awakened a different feeling in me, a feeling I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. I started to like women older than me. I started to feel like no girl my age would ever pay attention to me, but Women older than me would greet me nicely, show me attention, and develop a close relationship with me. So, for a year, I began observing women on the streets, in buses, on trams, or walking on the road. And while doing this, I noticed a distinct pattern.” Raju was telling me his story so casually, I felt like I was watching a documentary. Curious, I asked Raju, "What kind of pattern?" Raju said, "I'll tell you. First, tell me one thing. When you go out alone, do you notice any boys walking on the street who are younger than you?" Raju's question surprised me once again. I wondered what Raju really wanted to know. Was he trying to find out if I noticed younger men walking on the street? Or was there some other significance to his question? I said, "What's that stupid question you've asked me? Do I look at guys younger than me while walking down the street?" Hearing my return question, Raju started laughing. He said, "That's not what I meant to ask. Anyway, I've learned what I needed to know." I didn't understand this either. I said, "What do you mean?" He said, "What I mean is that maybe you don't see guys younger than you on the street, or other women like you don't either. But there are many women besides you who look at guys younger than you while walking down the street. And they like them too. Just like I like women older than me, many women also like guys younger than her. They try to satisfy their desire by those younger guys." With this, Raju brought his mouth right to my ear and said, "By desire, I mean everything. Even their physical desire." I looked at Raju in shock. I tried to understand what he was saying. And at the same time, a new fear began to arise in me. His love for a woman older than him. Masturbating while imagining his mother. And now this matter of physical desire. What else could Raju be hiding from me? I was stunned just thinking about it. I felt as if the Raju whom I knew and loved was not the same Raju at all. He was a different person. Just like a doppelgänger shown in the movies. This could not be my beloved and dear Raju. I somehow asked him, "But how do you know all these? I'm scared, Raju. Tell me the truth, have you done something wrong?" Hearing this question, Raju seemed to be lost in thought again. I said impatiently, "Please, Raju, don't stay silent like this. Say something. My heart is sinking. Did you…" Before I could finish my sentence or Raju could say anything in response, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock in surprise. I hadn't even noticed it was 6 p.m. in the middle of our conversation. I saw it was 6:10. That meant Bijan had returned from office. He must have been ringing the doorbell. And here, in the bedroom, Raju and I were lying completely naked from head to toe. I knew full well that Bijan always had a duplicate key to our house. If I wasn't home or busy with something else, he would use his duplicate key to unlock the door. If he were to unlock the door with his duplicate key today and see us together in this state, it would be a disaster. I quickly got up from the bed, looked at Raju, and said, "Raju, get up quickly. Your mama (uncle) has returned from the office." Hearing my words, Raju hurriedly got up from the bed and began putting on his clothes lying on the floor. By then, Bijan had rung the doorbell twice more. Now he would probably use his key to unlock the door and come in. I had to open the door before that.


I saw that Raju had already put on his Bermuda and was putting on his T-shirt. But I couldn't find my maxi. Oh my god! Then I remembered that my maxi was still lying outside near the dining table, and it would be the first thing to be seen by Bijan as soon as he came inside. I looked at Raju with horrified face and said, "Raju, my maxi is lying outside near the dining table. I can't go out like this. You quickly go and open the door. Otherwise, your mama will open the door himself with the duplicate key and come in." Hearing this, Raju immediately started to leave. I called from behind him, "And throw my maxi this way." Raju nodded in response. By then, Bijan had stopped ringing the bell and started shouting, "Darling, open the door! I'm here!" In response, Raju yelled, "Mama, wait! I'll open the door right now." Saying this, he ran out of the bedroom and ran to the dining table. My maxi was lying on the floor right next to the dining table. He picked it up and threw it towards the bedroom. I grabbed it, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. I immediately put it on. But I only had a maxi, because I'd only worn one after my bath in the morning. I hadn't worn a bra or panties. But I couldn't wear a maxi without a bra or panties, otherwise Bijan might get suspicious. I quickly took a bra and panties out of the closet and hurriedly put them on. I somehow hooked the bra and put on the panties, and put on the maxi. By then, Raju had opened the door, and Bijan had come inside. I could hear their conversation outside in the drawing room. Bijan said, "Hey Raju, when did you come? You were supposed to come in the evening, right?" Raju lied to his mama, saying, "Yes, Mama. I just came a while ago. So how are you?" Bijan said, "I'm fine. Tell me about yourself." Raju said, "I'm cool." Raju is quite smart. He kept Bijan busy talking in the drawing room so I could get ready. Then I heard Bijan ask Raju, "Where's your mami, Raju? In the kitchen?" Raju said, "No. She's in her bedroom." He called out to me, "Mami, mama's back from the office." I called out, "I'm coming." I controlled my breathing, opened the bedroom door, and came out. As soon as I came out, Raju took a look at me and was relieved to see me well dressed. I came over and saw Raju and Bijan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me come in, Bijan asked, "Where have you been, darling? I've been ringing the bell for a while. Raju opened the door.” I said, "Yes, I dozed off a little. Raju came in a while ago. I made him some tea. Then he went to his room. And I went to the bedroom and dozed off a little. I don't know when I fell asleep. I didn't hear the bell ring." Then I told him, "Go change your clothes and wash your hands and face. I'll make tea and tiffin for the three of us." With that, I immediately went to the kitchen. Over tea and snacks, the three of us sat and chatted. Like me, Bijan was also delighted to have his nephew with him. He also talked a lot with him. Night fell as we talked. I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. They both sat outside on the drawing-room sofa and chatted. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, but my mind was elsewhere. As I cooked, I kept thinking only one thing: what was the real point of Raju's words? Why did he say that there are so many women who like younger men and satisfy their desires with them? How did he know about this? Did what I was thinking really happen? If my suspicions were correct, it would mean Raju had made a grave mistake. I wonder what that boy might have done. Worse, I still don't know what the truth is. And until I find out, I won't find peace. These thoughts raced through my mind, but at the same time, another problem began to nudge me. Listening to Raju's words, I was also a little aroused. Hearing Raju secretly listen to his parents' sex reminded me of my own. He had only heard his parents having sex, but I had seen them with my own eyes. And again and again, the scene of my nandoi (brother-in-law) fucking my nanad (sister-in-law), while I stood near the door of their room, watching them. But this scene, haunting me, was causing me trouble. Every time this scene came to my mind, my pussy became wet with its own juices. And I became aroused.


The three of us ate dinner together. I noticed Raju had been behaving perfectly normal around Bijan since the evening, as if nothing had happened. But I was still disturbed, and aroused. Although I already had been fucked by him twice since Raju arrived this morning, and had already orgasmed three or four times. But what he said had already aroused me to the point where Bijan was the one who would release my heat. And I waited for that moment. After dinner, Raju said goodnight to both of us and went to his room to sleep. A little while later, Bijan also went to sleep in our bedroom. I finished my kitchen chores and went to our bedroom to sleep. Bijan, as usual, was lying on the bed, watching something on his mobile phone. I entered the bedroom and locked the door. However, when we're home alone, we often leave the door open. Or else, we close it but don't lock it. Because we know there's no one else in the house except us, there's no point in closing or locking the door. But when guests come over, we always lock our bedroom door. Seeing me lock the door today, he understood that it was because Raju was home. As I locked the door and turned towards him, Bijan looked at me and said, "Darling, you look beautiful today." It had been a while since I'd heard Bijan's compliments. Earlier, Bijan used to compliment me on my beauty while flirting with me, and I always loved it. But these days, hearing Bijan's compliments had become a rarity. So, these words struck me as something new. I felt like he was trying to flirt with me again, just like before. I sat next to him and said, "Whenever a guest comes to our house, your naughtiness increases, isn't it, Bijan?" Bijan now took me in his arms and said, "This isn't naughtiness, it's called immense love, darling. You won't understand my feelings and this love between you and me." I said, "Is it love or something else? Just go to sleep quietly. Raju must still be awake. I won't do anything right now, I’m telling you." I was trying to dissuade Bijan, but my body and mind were screaming for his love. Hearing my words, Bijan, far from letting me go, pressed me even tighter in his arms. My soft boobs, bound in a bra, pressed against his chest. Bijan said, "So what if he's awake? Shouldn't I even make love to my married wife? Am I afraid of anyone?" I laughed and said, "When did I say you can't do anything to me? I said whatever you do, do it quietly. Without any sound." Bijan said, taking off the maxi I was wearing. "I can't do anything quietly. Let whoever wants to hear it hear it." As soon as Bijan took off my maxi, I was in front of him in just a bra and panties. I don't wear a bra most of the time at home. Seeing me wearing one today, Bijan realized I'd been wearing one at home while Raju was there. Little did the poor guy know that from morning until evening, his nephew had been fucking his wife in his own bedroom. Without delay, Bijan took off my bra and panties as well, stripping me completely naked. I also took off his T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, stripping him naked like me. We'd been naked like this for two or three years after our marriage. But for the past few times, neither I nor he had been fully naked during sex. I'd pull my maxi up to my waist, and Bijan would simply remove his Bermuda shorts. But today, I wanted to get fucked from Bijan completely naked. So, when I stripped Bijan completely, Bijan was surprised at first. He was a little amused, but then, sensing my desire, he was delighted. He held me tighter than before, squeezing my boobs one by one. He held both my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them gently and lovingly. My eyes closed in a relaxed manner. But as soon as they did, I saw the scene of my afternoon sex with Raju. It felt like Raju, not Bijan, was squeezing my boobs so lovingly. And I was about to have sex, not with Bijan, but with Raju once again. As soon as this thought crossed my mind, a wave of arousal began to surge through my body. I grew increasingly hot. I began to feel its effects on my body as well. Bijan had already removed my panties. And I could clearly feel the wetness between my legs. I understood that along with my mind, my body had also awakened. And Bijan would have to work hard to calm it down that night. I couldn't stop the juices from sloshing down my leg joints, even if I wanted to. My pussy was soaked with its own juices, which now slid out of me, wetting my thighs and the area around my pussy. And like a shameless whore, even after having been fucked by Raju twice since morning and having orgasmed three or four times, I was ready to be fucked by my husband once again. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Thursday (08.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

An older woman....who could that be?
Someone from the neighbourhood?
A friend's mom??
A teacher???

All of the above.
None of the above.

[Neelkantha]

Will Raju hearing Bijan Pihu sex
get healed ?
Everyone's kinky fantasies and cure
comes in hands of our Pihu.
But when will her problem solved ?
Thank you

She is the kinkiest of all, buddy. And as for Raju, he obviously will eavesdrop his mama and mami during their sex. He can't himself. And as for Pihu's problem, I think that problem is much bigger than we think. Let's see what happens next.

[Neelkantha]

Part 200 – The Ultimate Sex-Battle Between Husband And Wife

 

Pihu’s POV- Bijan took me in his arms, brought his lips close to mine, and began to suck them. I put my hand on his neck, and I began to suck his lips. Now we, husband and wife, were sucking each other's lips. Bijan, while sucking my lips, put his tongue inside my mouth, and I placed it on mine, sucking it. After a long time, our sex had become so exciting. And I wanted to make this moment more pleasant and sensual. So, while kissing my husband, I started shaking my chest and rubbing my boobs against Bijan's chest. My nipples were already erected, and my erect nipples rubbing against his chest were arousing him just as much as me. And I wanted the same. So, while kissing Bijan, I started rubbing my boobs against his chest. After rubbing like this for a while, Bijan couldn't control himself. He left my lips and focused on my boobs. He grabbed my boobs and started squeezing them hard. The only thing on my mind was that Raju was in the next room, and I was determined not to let him know we were currently having sex. So, I bit my lips and tried to stifle my moans inside me. Bijan probably noticed this as well. He was determined to make me moan, no matter what. Both of us stubborn individuals were adamant. Now it remained to be seen who would win this battle of stubbornness. Bijan now pounced on my boobs with full force. He grabbed both my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them hard. His pressure was painful, but I didn't utter a sound. When Bijan realized I was hiding the pain deep inside, he increased the pressure of his hands on my boobs. He began pressing and squeezing my boobs even harder. He was squeezing and kneading them like women knead dough to make rotis (Indian breads). He was kneading both my boobs together like dough. This caused both my fair boobs to turn red. But he didn't stop squeezing. The pain was already becoming unbearable, but I didn't budge. I didn't utter a single sound. Bijan finally understood that I wouldn't make a sound like that. And realizing this, he changed his attack. Now he lowered his face and placed his mouth on my boobs. First, he kissed my boobs. Then he extended his tongue and placed it on my nipples. Then he began to move his tongue in circles around my nipples. His tongue was moving in circles around my nipples, and my nipples became erect. But Bijan didn't stop. He continued to move his tongue around my nipple. I noticed a trail of Bijan's saliva slowly forming around it. He began teasing my nipple with his tongue. He licked it. My whole body ached like a fish out of water at the feel of his tongue on it. But I somehow managed to keep my moans from escaping, even though it was proving increasingly difficult for me. Bijan realized that if he rushed, he wouldn't be able to defeat me. So he changed his strategy. Instead of rushing, he began to arouse me slowly. He slowly licked both my nipples, taking them into his mouth, and then began sucking them. I had already anticipated Bijan's intentions, so I had prepared myself for his actions. He had also sensed my readiness. So he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it while squeezing the other tit. After sucking on that nipple for a while, he removed it and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking it just like the first. He began squeezing my first tit. Bijan was sucking one nipple and squeezing the other with such finesse and sensuality that it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to enjoy his sucking without moaning. Bijan knew full well that holding on for long would be impossible, not only for me but for any woman. I would soon succumb to his weakness and inevitably succumb to his whimpering. And I could sense the signs of something similar happening. But somehow, I managed to control myself and, without making a sound, let Bijan suck both my boobs one by one for quite some time. And Bijan, taking his time, slowly and lovingly sucked and squeezed both my boobs, making me aroused and vulnerable. If he had continued this for a little longer, I would have surely moaned, but luckily for me, Bijan suddenly stopped sucking and squeezing my boobs. I didn't understand why he did this, but I felt like he had accepted defeat in his hopes of getting any sound out of me. I had won the challenge. I had managed to control myself without making any sound and had successfully made him suck my boobs.

I've been married to Bijan for over four years. After marrying him, I realized one thing: his sexuality was unmatched. His mind truly surpassed that of a computer when it came to sex. And during sex, he would push all limits of sexuality. He would somehow weaken me and get his work done. My mistake that night was underestimating him. He stopped sucking my boobs, removed them, and said, "Darling, my hand is starting to hurt. I've been holding your boobs for so long. Why don't you let me suck yours?" I was delighted to hear this, but also wary. I sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his body. His throbbing cock was beneath my soft ass, which, as I sat, got stuck in the crack of my ass. And I, fitting my husband's cock snugly into the crack of my ass, sat down. The situation was such that I was sitting on Bijan's cock, his cock wedged between the crack of my ass beneath my buttocks. The tip of his cock was facing my pussy. The tip of his cock was just lightly touching the opening of my pussy. But that touch sent a wave of excitement through my entire body. A fountain of juice began to flow from my pussy, and the tip of his cock began to get wet with the juices oozing from my pussy. Bijan had already noticed the condition of my pussy, but he didn't say anything to me. He simply said with a mischievous smile, "Now, sit comfortably and let me suck your boobs." I grabbed one of my boobs and lifted it up to Bijan's mouth. Seeing my tit approaching his mouth, he opened his mouth, and I stuffed my tit into his. He started sucking my nipple again. I thought he would just suck on it again, and I would somehow manage to stop myself from moaning just like before. But this time, he changed his tactic slightly. This time, he not only sucked my nipple, but also held it in his teeth and began to lightly bite it. Only a woman, not a man, can understand the state a woman experiences when a man bites her nipple like this. When a man holds his wife's nipple between his teeth and gently bites it, it feels as if a woman has erupted in a flame of passion, and the lava of that volcano is erupting from the joints of her legs in the form of pussy juices. And to arouse a woman, there's hardly a more straightforward method. Bijan was deliberately trying this method on me to arouse me. And he was largely successful in this endeavor. It was as if a flame of lust had erupted throughout my body. And the lava of that volcano, flowing from my pussy in the form of juice, began to bathe Bijan's cock, including my ass. I could see my defeat before my eyes. Somehow, I was sitting on my husband's lap, trapping his cock in the crack of my ass, and feeding him with my own tit. Bijan was happily sucking my tit, lightly biting my nipple with his teeth. And once again, the flame of lust within me reached the brink of erupting. I thought that this time I would definitely lose, and a moan would surely escape my lips. But this time too, miraculously, Bijan stopped. And after letting him suck my boobs for a long time, at his request, I let him suck me. I took out my boobs. I thought I'd won. But Bijan's mischievous mind wasn't going to give me peace. He asked me to get off his lap. I did. But by then, my ass and his cock were completely soaked with the juices coming from my pussy. As soon as I got up from his lap, Bijan looked at his cock and said with a smile, "Look, darling, what a mess you've made my cock into. Now you fix it." I sat between his legs and held his cock in my hand. I felt happy thinking, "Now it's my turn. I'll suck his cock and make him so vulnerable that he'll kneel before me and surrender." But his cock was so soaked with my pussy juices that I had a hard time holding it in my hand. Bijan's cock was slipping from my palm. Sucking it while holding it in my hand was going to be difficult. Thinking this, I picked up my maxi that had fallen on our bedroom floor and wiped my pussy juices off Bijan's cock. As soon as I wiped it with the maxi, Bijan's cock was back to normal. It wasn't slipping from my hand anymore.


Now I took a firm hold of his cock and began to examine it. In the four years of our marriage, I've seen it countless times, held it in my hand, sucked it in my mouth, and even taken it inside my pussy or ass. But every time I hold Bijan's cock in my hand, a shiver runs through my entire body. I've described Bijan's cock as average sized countless times in our story. It's not particularly large or thick. But for the first year of our marriage, this cock seemed like the largest and thickest in the world. Because until then, I had never seen or taken any other man's cock in my pussy or ass except Bijan's. But since then, most of the men I've got fucked have average-sized cocks, the size of Bijan's. There are only a few men I've had sex with whose dicks are bigger and thicker than Bijan's. And every time I have sex with a man, the first thing I do is compare his cock to my husband's. I did the same today. The only difference is that I wasn't having sex with any other man, but with my own husband. And now I was comparing his cock to someone else's. I wasn't comparing his cock to anyone else's, but to Raju's in my mind. I noticed that Raju's cock was the same size as Bijan's before, that is, of average size. But today, when I looked at his cock, I realized that Raju's cock had grown larger and thicker than Bijan's. I held my husband's cock in my hand and stared at it. Seeing me sitting there, holding his cock in my hand, Bijan said, "Darling, are you just going to hold it like that? Won't you do something?" I grabbed his cock and brought my mouth closer to it. Then, opening my mouth, I took his cock inside and began sucking it. I had wiped it with my cap, but it still had the salty taste of my pussy juice. I began licking Bijan's cock, including the head, all around it with my tongue. Slowly, I took his balls into my mouth and began sucking them. Just as I shave my pussy and armpits every day, Bijan shaves his pubic hair in the same way. There wasn't a single hair around his cock. And because of this, I had no problem sucking his balls in my mouth. While sucking, I began to bite them lightly with my teeth, as if he was biting my nipples. The result was just as I had anticipated. Bijan's entire body shook. Taking this as my victory, I began sucking his balls even harder. But then he grabbed me and forced me onto him. This meant we were both in a 69 position on the bed. Bijan was lying on his back, and I was lying on top of him, face down. Bijan's cock was near my mouth, and my pussy was near his. Bijan spread my legs a little, opening the mouth of my pussy. And as he did so, he realized the state of my pussy. He laughed a little and said, "When guests come to the house, I'm the one who gets naughty, isn't it?" Then, inserting a finger into my pussy, he said, "So what is it, darling? Can I leave it like this? Tell me?" I laughed and replied, "You're the one who's brought it to this state by licking and sucking me all this time." Bijan asked, "So what should I do now?" I said, "What can I say? Do whatever you like." Bijan laughed again, "I just want to open this door and start fucking you in front of Raju." I had no idea Bijan would say something like that. I knew he was a pervert, but he wanted to fuck his wife in front of his own nephew, a level of perversion I hadn't really expected. I said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Bijan? He's your nephew. And we're his mama (uncle) and mami (aunty)." Bijan said, "So what? He's a young boy, right? He must have some desires too." I said, "So you'll fuck me in front of him?" Bijan said, "What's the harm in that? Maybe he'll learn something by watching us fuck." I thought to myself, "He learned what he needed to learn two years ago. And he's already applied his lessons to me perfectly." But I couldn't tell Bijan this, so I said, "Stop talking nonsense and do your work." With that, I started sucking his cock. Bijan spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers, opened the mouth of my pussy, and began licking it with his tongue.


My condition was already bad, and now it was getting worse. Bijan, sensing my condition, inserted his long tongue deep inside my pussy and began licking it. A fountain of juice was flowing inside my pussy, which Bijan began licking. He was licking the inner walls of my pussy with his tongue. I took his cock into my mouth again and started sucking it. Now, we were both husband and wife, giving each other pleasure. Bijan was sucking and licking my pussy and clit, and I was licking his cock and testicles. Bijan was sucking my clit in his mouth. My whole body started trembling. It was becoming difficult for me to control myself. I took out Bijan's cock from my mouth and said to him, "Bijan, I can't take it anymore. Now put your cock in my pussy and fuck me." Bijan was overjoyed to hear this. He said, "This is it! I've been wanting it for a long time." He said this, making me lie down and climbed on top of me. He placed his cock at the mouth of my pussy and gave it a sudden, hard push. This push easily slid his cock inside my juice-filled pussy. I felt a sharp pain. A loud "Uff..." came out of my mouth, despite my involuntarily wanting it. I said to Bijan, "You devil! You suddenly put your cock in my pussy. Doesn't it hurt?" Bijan said, "We've been married for four years. I don't know how many times you've been fucked by this cock of mine. You should get used to it by now. And yet you're still saying you have pain from it!" Bijan said this a little loudly. And then something caught my eye. I glanced towards our bedroom door. I saw a shadow beneath the door. This means Raju is standing right outside our bedroom, listening to us fuck! Just like he used to listen to his parents fuck. And realizing this, I felt a new surge of passion and excitement. But Bijan wasn't looking anywhere. His entire focus was on fucking me. He was pounding me hard. I raised my hips and yelled, "Uff...fuck me harder...fuck me harder...Bijan..." Seeing me scream so loudly, Bijan was a little surprised. While fucking me, he said, "Just now you said that Raju is in the house, and he would hear us. And now you're screaming yourself!" I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me, "You were right, Bijan. If he hears, let him listen. Only then will he learn something. Forget about him, just fuck me properly." Bijan said nothing else. He continued to fuck me silently. Bijan was thrusting his cock into my pussy with all his might. His entire cock was entering my pussy in one go, and coming out again. I knew very well that Raju was standing outside listening to our conversation. And just to make him hear, I was moaning loudly, "Uff...ahhh...ooh...umm...oh mother...fuck me harder..." Raju must have heard me from outside. He understood that I was getting fucked by his mama. And that I was enjoying it. With this thought, I orgasmed. My waist and pussy rose in the air, and a stream of juice started flowing from my pussy. It hadn't even been five minutes since Bijan had fucked me, and I'd never cum so quickly while getting fucked by Bijan. Even Bijan was surprised to see me cum so quickly. He paused for a moment to let me cum. As soon as I finished, he revved his engine again. He kept fucking me relentlessly, not slowing down the pace of his thrusts. But as my pussy overflowed with juice, I was constantly making "thap...thap...thap..." sounds. Bijan's thrusts were shaking our bed, making noises as well. All these sounds clearly told Raju that his mama was fucking me hard. Perhaps he was standing outside, masturbating in my name. I glanced towards the door again. No, I hadn't made a mistake. The drawing room light was coming from under our bedroom door. There was only darkness in the middle, and someone was standing there. And it was none other than Raju. I turned my face to look at the door. Bijan grabbed my face and turned it towards him. He then put his tongue inside my mouth, sucking it, and began to fuck me. I, too, lifted my waist from below, taking Bijan's cock into my pussy, continuing to get fucked by him. The thought of Raju was now out of my mind. I was fully enjoying Bijan's sex. We had been fucking for ten minutes, and Bijan was also close to ejaculating. He began to fuck me with furious speed. After four or five thrusts, he shoved his entire cock into my pussy and released his cum inside me. His cum filled my pussy. I orgasmed once again. A mixture of my pussy juices and Bijan's cum flowed from my pussy. After a long time, I had found satisfaction from Bijan's sex. I held Bijan, panting. After a while, I looked towards the door. There was no one there. Thinking that our sex was over, Raju had left. Raju had heard me getting fucked by Bijan before. But this time, it was different. Raju's presence was what helped me fully enjoy the sex. And thinking about him, I fell into a deep sleep, holding Bijan in my arms. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Saturday (10.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

Bijan Pihu sex is always erotic.
Both have us a hard time to bear.
Very hot to handle.
Think Raju also spoiled his pants hearing the voices of Pihu,
Thank you

He might have spoiled the floor tiles as well, I presume.

[Neelkantha]

Part 201 – Raju's Morning Truly Turned Out To Be Good

 

Pihu’s POV- The next morning, I woke up quite late. I usually rise early every day. Bijan leaves for his office at 9:00 AM sharp every morning. Before he leaves, I prepare his tea, breakfast, and his packed lunch for the day. Ever since we got married, Bijan almost never eats out; he eats only the food I cook with my own hands. I wake up early every morning to prepare his meals. Bijan, on the other hand, tends to wake up late—usually around 8:00 AM. On Saturdays and Sundays, he sleeps in until 9:00 AM, as those are his days off from the office. On those two days, I also wake up a bit later, since I’m in no rush either. Even so, I still usually manage to get up around 7:30 or 8:00 AM. However, if my husband and I happen to have a late, night session of fucking, then I inevitably end up waking up late the next morning. That particular day, I had indeed woken up late. Although we hadn't actually fucking late into the night, I was utterly exhausted from having sex twice with Raju and once with Bijan throughout the previous day. I was worn out and had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep the night before. I was roused from my slumber by the sound of Bijan calling out to me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Bijan standing right in front of the bed. Gazing at him, I let out a huge yawn and asked, "What’s going on, Bijan? You’re up so early today? And even earlier than me, too?" Bijan chuckled and replied, "I didn't wake up early, darling; you are the one waking up late today. Just take a look at the clock, what time is it?" Startled by his words, I turned my head toward the wall to check the clock. It was nearly 9:00 AM. I really had slept in that day, and I truly was running late. Very late, in fact. I then looked back at Bijan. He had already showered and was fully dressed in his office attire. I quickly sat up in bed and asked Bijan, "You’re already ready for the office?" Bijan replied, "Yes, I’m all set. I’m just about to head out. I woke you up before leaving." I said, "But why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Bijan explained, "I wanted to wake you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I just didn't have the heart to disturb you." Stepping out of bed, I said, "But how am I supposed to make your tea, breakfast, and packed lunch for the afternoon on such short notice? All of that takes time!" Bijan said, "You don't need to cook anything today. I’m already running late. I’m leaving right now." As I headed toward the bedroom door, I said, "At least have some tea before you go. I’ll whip up a cup for you right now. It won't take long, it’ll be ready in under five minutes." Bijan immediately grabbed my hand to stop me and said, "Hey, where are you going? Wait!" I stopped, looked at him, and said, "Why? I’m going to make you some tea. Let me go." Bijan took hold of me, led me over to the mirror at our dressing table, and positioned me in front of it. "Look," he said, "are you really planning to make tea looking like this?" I looked at myself in the mirror. I was completely naked from head to toe. It suddenly dawned on me that, after letting Bijan fuck me so thoroughly last night, I had been too exhausted to put on my maxi, and here I was, still stark naked. Seeing my look of shock, Bijan laughed and said, "At least put on your maxi! Otherwise, if poor Raju sees you in this state, his blood pressure is going to skyrocket." Little did he know that Raju had already seen me in this very state, and fucked me, countless times before. The thought of having sex reminded me of something else: last night, I had fallen asleep right after letting Bijan fuck me. Bijan had cum inside my pussy, something I hadn't wiped away or washed off with water afterward. As this memory struck me, I reached my hand down toward my pussy and discovered that traces of Bijan's cum were still clinging to the area around it. The only difference was that, by now, it had dried up and formed a crusty layer. I decided that I would give it a thorough cleaning while taking my bath. Seeing me standing there lost in thought, Bijan spoke up: "Listen, darling. I'm running late. Don't worry about me. I'll have my tea at the office. I'll have both my breakfast and my lunch, at the office today as well. And one more thing: I have a special meeting this afternoon. I might be getting home late. Don't you worry. I went to wake Raju up, too. But that young master, just like you, is still sleeping like a log. I didn't wake him. You wake him up. And bye. Take care. Love you." Saying this, he planted a kiss on my cheek and left the house. I picked up my maxi, which had fallen to the floor. Scattered around my maxi lay my bra and panties. I picked those up as well, but decided not to put them on. There was no one else home right now, just Raju and me. And as far as Raju was concerned, whether I wore a bra and panties or went without them made absolutely no difference. For that very reason, I decided against wearing them. Wearing only my maxi and carrying my bra and panties in my hand, I stepped out of the bedroom. Right next to our bedroom was another bedroom, where Raju was currently sleeping. The door to that room was closed. I gave the door a gentle nudge, and it swung open, meaning Raju had merely pulled the door shut but hadn't locked it. I didn't actually go inside; I simply peeked in from the doorway and saw that Raju was asleep. I didn't wake him up just yet. I thought I would freshen up first, then make some tea, and then wake him. With that thought in mind, I closed the door to Raju's room once again and headed toward the bathroom.

I put my bra and panties in the wash. I freshened up, brushed my teeth and so on, and then stepped out of the bathroom. By then, it was already 9:30. I hadn't had my tea yet, either. Usually, every morning after Bijan leaves for his office, I take a bath first, then perform my prayers, and only then do I have my tea and breakfast. But today, I was genuinely feeling a sense of fatigue. So, I decided that I would have some tea first today and take my bath later; I simply wasn't in the mood to bathe just yet. I went into the kitchen and prepared two cups of tea, one for myself and one for Raju. Holding both cups, I re-entered Raju's room. Raju was lying on his back on the bed, fast asleep. His upper body was bare, meaning he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, though he was wearing a Bermuda on his lower half. Upon entering the room, I walked over to the bed, placed our tea cups on the bedside table, and then bent down to wake Raju up. "Wake up, sleepyhead! How much longer are you going to sleep? The sun is practically right in the middle of the sky by now. Come on, get up!" Raju’s sleep broke after I called out to him just twice, and he opened his eyes. Seeing me standing there bent over him like that, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Mami (aunty)! What time is it?" Laughing, I replied, "Not too late, it's just about to strike ten." Hearing this, he quickly sat up on the bed. "Oh my God! It's gotten so late! I thought it must be around 8 or 8:30." Handing him his cup of tea, I remarked, "Well, if you stay up late into the night, naturally you're going to sleep in like a log the next morning, aren't you?" He took the cup of tea from my hand, but then placed it back down on the table and said, "Sorry, Mami, but I'm not really in the mood for tea right now." "Is that so?" I asked. "So, Sahibzada (prince), would you care to tell me what you feel like drinking right now?" Raju glanced at my boobs and said, "Absolutely. If I could get ‘something else’ instead of tea right now, that would be pure bliss." I understood his insinuation. I asked, "Would you take the trouble to explain, in a little more detail, exactly what this 'something else' entails?" He smiled and replied, "Certainly." Saying this, he began rubbing his mouth against my boobs right through my maxi. This gesture of his aroused me instantly. I pulled my maxi upward, lifting it out of the way, and offered my bare boobs to him. Raju grasped one of my boobs in his hand, squeezing it gently, while taking the other into his mouth and beginning to suckle. The sensation of Raju’s mouth on my tit so early in the morning, and the feeling of being suckled by him, stirred up memories of the past. After marrying Bijan, whenever I went to wake him in the morning, he would rouse from his sleep, pull me close, and proceed to squeeze and suckle my boobs in this very manner. Forgetting everything else, I would happily let him suckle my boobs just like that. Bijan would only leave the bed after he had squeezed and suckled both my boobs to his heart's content. This routine of ours continued for quite a long time. I, too, used to feel a sense of joy having my boobs squeezed and suckled by my husband first thing in the morning. But eventually, over time, this practice gradually began to fade away. And somewhere along the line, I don't even know exactly when, it ceased completely. Nowadays, Bijan neither does anything of the sort, nor do I encourage him to. I can't even recall precisely when this phase of our relationship came to an end. Perhaps a year ago? Or a year and a half? Or maybe even earlier than that? I simply don't know. But today, this gesture of Raju's brought back memories of those bygone days, days when both Bijan and I were insatiable for sex. We never missed an opportunity, nor spared any effort, to give each other pleasure and delight. Back then, sex wasn't merely a source of physical pleasure or amusement for us; it was a sanctuary, a space where we could truly get to know one another, understand each other deeply, and express our love for each other. But now, nothing of that sort remains between us. Our relationship seems to have shifted quite suddenly. Although the sex we had last night was certainly stimulating and intense, lately I’ve been sensing a gradual decline in our mutual appetite for intimacy. It is happening. Neither of us retains that former intensity anymore. But Raju has suddenly arrived and infused me with a renewed passion. I feel an urge to revert to my old self, the woman I used to be, and love Bijan with that same fervor. There is only one reason for this surge of energy within me, and that is Raju. Had he not been here right now, loving me with such wild abandon, I probably wouldn't have even considered changing myself. It hasn't even been a full day since his arrival, yet he has already cast a spell over me. Pressing Raju’s face against my chest, I stripped off my maxi and stood stark naked before him. Raju was seated on the bed; straddling his body, I settled into his lap, sitting exactly as I had sat in Bijan’s lap just last night. While I was completely naked, Raju was still wearing his Bermuda shorts. And beneath my buttocks, inside his shorts, I could distinctly feel his throbbing cock growing in size.


Sitting in his lap, I cupped one of my boobs in my hand, guided it into his mouth, and began to feed him, exactly as I had fed Bijan the previous night. I couldn't quite explain why I was doing this at that moment. Yet, I was now repeating with Raju, one after another, every single intimate act I had performed with Bijan the night before. I was fully aware that Raju had stood outside our bedroom last night and heard his mama (maternal uncle) and me having sex, though he hadn't actually seen us. And in this very manner, I wanted to show him exactly what I had done with his mama the night before. I held my tit right up to Raju's mouth, and he instinctively drew it in and began to suckle. At the same time, he began to fondle my other tit; having Raju suckle my boobs so early in the morning was giving me immense pleasure and delight. I had brought in two cups of tea for us, but neither I nor Raju touched them. The two cups sat on the table, growing cold, yet neither of us paid them any mind. We had both forgotten everything else, completely lost in the moment and our respective activities, Raju was engrossed in suckling my boobs in turn, while I was engrossed in letting him do so. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and within the confines of that small room, an atmosphere charged with sexual energy was rapidly taking shape. Although I had no initial intention of having sex with Raju right then, the mood was becoming so intoxicatingly sensual that neither he nor I could resist it any longer. Raju continued to suckle both my boobs with sheer delight. Sitting in his lap, I held both my boobs in my hands, guiding them toward his mouth as he took each nipple in turn and suckled it passionately. First, he would suck on one of my nipples; after sucking it for a while, he would take that nipple out of his mouth, take my other nipple into his mouth, and begin to suck on that one instead. After alternating between sucking both my nipples in this manner, Raju finally calmed down a little. By then, I was in a complete state of disarray. My juices had begun to flow, thoroughly drenching my pussy. Raju noticed this as well. He took hold of me and laid me down on the bed. Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself between them. He lowered his face toward my pussy, intending to lick it, but suddenly stopped. Then, examining my pussy closely, he asked, "Hey Mami, what is this white stuff on your pussy?!" The moment Raju said this, I instantly remembered. Oh God!!! I had completely forgotten that my husband's dried-up cum from last night was still stuck to my pussy. I had intended to clean it off thoroughly when I went to take my bath. But since I hadn't bathed yet, his dried cum was still clinging to my pussy, and Raju had just spotted it. Realizing this, I felt an overwhelming wave of shame. Mortified, I covered my pussy with both my hands. I said to Raju, "Raju, let me go now. I'm getting late. I need to go take a bath." But Raju grabbed my wrist and, gently pulling my hands away from my pussy, asked, "But at least tell me, what exactly is this?" How could I possibly tell him that this substance was nothing else but actually his mama's dried-up cum, the very stuff he had left inside my pussy last night? I simply said, "It's nothing. Just let me go." Saying this, I tried to get up from the bed. But before I could rise, Raju gently laid me back down and said, "Hey, where are you going?! Just stay lying down. Let me take a look." I asked, "What is there to look at?" Raju replied, "Plenty." Saying this, he began to stare intently at my pussy once again. After gazing at it for a while, he remarked, "Yes, now I finally understand what this actually is." Blushing slightly, I asked Raju, "What?" Wearing a mischievous grin, Raju replied, "That very thing, the reason you were screaming so loudly last night!" I realized that Raju was referring to the sex session between Bijan and me the previous night, the one he had been eavesdropping on while standing right outside our bedroom door. I said, "So, you were standing outside our bedroom listening last night?" I half-expected Raju to either deny it or look embarrassed upon hearing this, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, flashing that same mischievous grin again, he said, "What could I do, Mami? You and Mama were screaming and shouting so loudly last night that, well, it wasn't just me; I bet people all the way down to the apartment below could hear you!" Then, looking directly at me, he asked, "Mami, do you always scream like that whenever you have sex with Mama? Because when you have sex with me, you certainly don't scream nearly as loudly. So, is Mama's cock bigger and thicker than mine, so much so that it hurts you to take it inside your pussy, which is why you scream like that?" Hearing this question from Raju, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. How could I possibly tell him that I had been screaming like that last night specifically so that he standing outside would be able to hear it? And that, in reality, his mama's cock was actually smaller than his own.


I didn't really feel like badmouthing Bijan's cock in front of Raju. So, lying to him, I said, "Yes, of course your mama's cock is big." But that led to a bit of a complication. Hearing this, Raju asked, "Mami, tell me, just how big is Mama's cock? If it's even bigger than mine, then it must be roughly the size of my hand, right?" Now, what kind of answer could I possibly give to that? So, I simply nodded my head, without saying a word. But for some reason, seeing me confirm it with a nod brought Raju immense joy. Beaming like a small child, he exclaimed, "Oh, wow! So, if Mama's cock is that big, it must hurt you when you take it, doesn't it?" To this question, I told only half the truth. I said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. But in the beginning, back when we first started having sex after our marriage, it certainly did." Raju asked, "So, the very first time you saw Mama's cock, were you shocked? Were you scared?" This time, too, I spoke the truth: "I wasn't exactly scared. But yes, I was definitely shocked. Though now, I've gotten quite used to it." Hearing this, Raju asked, "Do you two have sex every single night?" I replied, "Why? Do you want to listen in?" Hearing that, Raju blushed a little. He realized that I had figured out exactly what he was planning. Without saying another word, he just smiled sheepishly. Seeing him blush like that, I added, "We used to do it every night back then. But we don't anymore. Still, we definitely do it at least four days a week." Suddenly, Raju asked, "Will you be doing it again tonight?" I replied, "I don't know. If your mama gets in the mood later tonight, then maybe we will." Hearing this, Raju fell silent for a moment. He seemed to be deep in thought. I got the feeling that he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't quite bring himself to say it. So I asked him, "What's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Raju looked at me in surprise and said, "Nothing. I was just thinking about something. Nothing in particular. I’ll tell you later. Just let me get on with my work right now." I asked, "What work?" Raju replied, "You know, the very thing I started, but haven't finished yet." I realized he was talking about licking my pussy. But to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to let him lick it just then. That was because, after getting fucked by Bijan last night, I hadn't cleaned myself up yet. Bijan's cum was still lingering inside my pussy and all over the surrounding area. And in that state, the very idea of letting Raju lick my pussy was completely out of the question. I said, "No, no. There’s no need for you to do anything right now. Let me go take a shower first. You can finish your work later." But Raju flatly rejected my suggestion, saying, "Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere right now, not even to shower. Let me finish my work first; then you can go wherever you please." At that point, I had no choice but to tell him the truth: "Please, Raju. Try to understand my situation. I really don't want you to lick my pussy right now." Raju asked, "And why so?" Blushing slightly, I explained, "Well, you can see the state my pussy is in. I haven't cleaned it at all since last night. Let me take a shower first; you can lick my pussy afterwards." Raju insisted, "No, Mami. I’m going to lick your pussy right now. And I’m going to lick it exactly as it is, in this very state." I protested, "But Raju, your Mama's cum is still all over it!" Raju grinned and said, "That’s exactly why I want to lick your pussy! I’ll lick it clean for you." This remark of his reminded me of another incident from the past. About three years ago, when, at Bijan’s behest, I was having sex with other men for the very first time, I had laid down a condition for him. I told him that, in accordance with his wishes, I would indeed have sex with men other than him. However, I stipulated that after the act, once the man had ejaculated inside my pussy, I would neither wash it out with water nor wipe it clean with a tissue-paper. The condition was this: every time I finished having sex with a different man, I would present my freshly-fucked pussy still brimming with that man's cum to Bijan. And Bijan would be required to clean my cum-filled pussy by licking it clean with his tongue. That, I declared, would be his punishment. Every time he used his tongue to lick the other man's cum out of my pussy, he would be forced to confront the reality of his own mistake, the realization that he was the one driving his own wife into the arms of other men. I hadn't expected Bijan to agree to such a condition. But, to my surprise, not only did Bijan accept my terms, but after every sexual encounter, he would voluntarily lick my cum-filled pussy clean with his tongue. This routine continued for roughly one to two years. Yet, while performing this act, he displayed neither sorrow nor regret; on the contrary, he seemed to derive pleasure from it. He would happily lick the other men's cum out of my pussy, and whenever he did so, I could discern a distinct look of joy on his face. Eventually, however, I decided on my own to put an end to this practice. I simply no longer felt comfortable with the idea of Bijan licking other men's cum out of my pussy. Thus, gradually, the practice faded away as well. But now, years later, Raju has insisted on licking the dried cum of Bijan himself out of my pussy. And in doing so, he has once again reminded me of that old chapter from the past. I said nothing to him; I simply cupped his head in my hands and guided it down toward my pussy. I placed it there with love. The rest is up to him. And I am confident that he will do his job perfectly as his mama used to do it a long way before. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Tuesday (13.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

Part 202 - Raju Surprised Pihu

 

Pihu’s POV- Despite my protests, Raju forcibly licked my pussy clean. While licking me, he likely tasted the dried-up remnants of the cum Bijan had left inside me previous night during our sex. However, out of sheer embarrassment, I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it. Anyway, after thoroughly licking my pussy, Raju clearly had every intention of fucking me as well. But I stopped him, saying, “No, Raju, let's hold off for now. It’s already quite late, I’ve been held up for too long today as it is. All the household chores are still pending. Let me take a bath first, finish the housework, and cook lunch. Later, after we’ve had our lunch, we can have sex again today, just like we did yesterday.” Sounding a bit annoyed by this, Raju grumbled, “Oh, come on, Mami! I thought I’d get to fuck you for a round right now. It’s hard to have a good session in the afternoon; you never know when Mama (uncle) might return from the office.” I laughed and replied, “Don’t worry. Nothing like that will happen today. You can fuck me for as long as you want today.” Raju asked, “Why so?” I explained, “Before leaving for work, your Mama told me that he has some urgent business at the office today, so he’ll be getting back late.” Hearing this, Raju’s mood instantly brightened. He grabbed me, planted a kiss on my cheek, and said, “You’ve truly made me happy by telling me that! So, it’s settled: our fuck-session is definitely on for this afternoon, right after lunch.” I replied, “Done.” Then I added, “Now let go of me. I need to go, all the housework is piling up, and I need to get it all done before I can go take my bath.” Raju immediately released me. He said, “Alright. You go finish your chores. In the meantime, I’ll go brush my teeth and freshen up.” I got up from Raju’s bed, slipped into my maxi, and set about doing the housework. Raju, too, headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day. First, I prepared breakfast for Raju. He sat down to eat, while I set about finishing the household chores. Then, after about an hour and a quarter, I headed toward the bathroom to take a bath. Seeing me head in that direction, Raju stopped me and said, "Come on, Mami, let me take a bath too." I laughed and replied, "I’m already running late as it is. I still have to perform my prayers, and then lunch remains to be cooked. Listen, I can certainly take you in to bathe with me, but you mustn't get up to any mischief today." He replied, "I won't. Whatever I do, I’ll save it for the afternoon." I said, "Alright then, come along; let's bathe together." With that, we both stepped into the bathroom. We each stripped off our clothes and stood naked. The moment I was bare, Raju grabbed me; for a while, he squeezed and suckled my boobs, and then he turned on the shower. As soon as the shower started, we were both drenched. I turned off the shower and began applying liquid soap to my body. Raju started applying soap all over my body and rubbing it in. He lathered my chest thoroughly, rubbing it well, and gave my boobs a good squeeze. Then, as he applied soap to my armpits and rubbed them, he asked, "Mami (aunty), you clean the hair from your armpits every day, don't you?" I replied, "Yes, I do." Raju asked, "So, you didn't do it today?" I said, "Let it be for today; I’m already running late anyway. I’ll clean it tomorrow." Raju immediately said, "What do you mean, 'let it be'? Why worry when I’m right here? I’ll shave them for you right now." I said, "Never mind. I don't actually shave them anyway, there’s a risk of getting cut. I use hair removal cream instead." Raju insisted, "Just wait; today, I’ll personally shave your armpits and your pussy for you." I replied, "Just leave it. I’ll probably nick myself somewhere. And besides, I don’t even have a razor." He replied, "I have one. A brand-new one, too. I’ll go get it right now." Saying this, he immediately left the bathroom and returned a short while later. In his hand was a new razor. I said, "Never mind. I’ll do it myself." But Raju wouldn't listen to me. Eventually, it was decided that he would shave one of my armpits, and afterward, I would shave my other armpit and my pussy myself. After getting married, I used to shave using a razor exclusively. Later, however, I switched to using hair removal cream, as it eliminated the risk of cuts. But today, all because of Raju, I found myself having to shave my armpits and pussy with a razor again for the first time in years. I warned Raju, "Shave carefully. If you nick me even slightly, you’re going to be in big trouble." He reassured me, "Don’t worry. I shave my beard with a razor just like this every single day. Nothing will happen. Just don’t move." Raju first applied soap thoroughly to my armpit, working it into a lather with some water. Then, he slowly began to shave my armpit with the razor. After he finished shaving my armpit, he asked me, "Look, Mami, did I nick you anywhere?" Glancing at my armpit, I said, "No. There aren't any cuts." Raju replied, "See? You were worrying for no reason. Didn't I tell you that I'm used to this? Come on, give me your other armpit; I'll shave that one for you too." Raju said this quite casually. However, one thing he said struck me as odd. He mentioned that he was "used to this." What exactly did that mean? Did he shave other people's armpits like this as well? Was it a girl? If so, who was she? Surely, Raju must still be hiding something from me. What was the real truth? Or was I simply overthinking things? Perhaps he had just said it in passing. Or maybe he was referring to shaving his own beard. I didn't know. But that thought stuck in my mind. And with that very thought lingering my mind, I extended my other armpit toward him as well.

Raju applied soap and water to my other armpit as well, just as he had done with the first, creating a lather, and then, with great care, he shaved this armpit using the razor. Next, he rinsed both my armpits with water to check if any hair remained. I, too, observed that he had done a thorough job of shaving my armpits, and without inflicting a single cut. Then Raju said, "Mami, sit on that commode seat for a moment. I’ll shave your pubic hair as well." I replied, "Leave the pubic hair alone, Raju. What if you nick me somewhere?" Reassuring me, he said, "Nothing will happen. Just sit down and let me do my job." Saying this, he gently guided me onto the commode seat. Then, spreading my legs apart, he knelt down on the bathroom floor right between them. Just as he had done with my armpits, he first applied soap to my pussy and then worked it into a lather with water. Then, with the same care, he shaved my pubic hair using that razor. Once shaved, my pussy looked clean and smooth. After rinsing it with water, Raju took a look and said, "Yes, that looks perfect now." Gazing down at my freshly shaved pussy, I remarked, "Wow, Raju! You really did a fantastic job shaving. It looks like this is something you do every day, isn't it?" Hearing this, Raju paused for a moment, looking at me with a slightly startled expression. The surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. He seemed to be trying to figure out why I would say such a thing. Regaining his composure, he replied, "Yes, I do it every day. I shave my beard every morning, so I’m used to it." That is what he said, but, truth be told, I still didn't quite believe him. I was absolutely convinced that he was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what it was. By this time, quite a while had passed since he had started shaving my armpits and pussy. Then Raju spoke up, "Mami, it’s getting late. Come on, let’s take a quick shower." I stepped back under the showerhead. Raju washed my entire body with soap. I reciprocated, applying soap to his body and washing him in the same way. I even washed his cock. Then, after thoroughly rinsing off the lather, we finished our bath. Afterward, we dried ourselves off with towels and stepped out of the bathroom. I then performed my prayers and began preparing lunch, while Raju sat down to watch TV. I had expected him to come over and tease me while I worked, but he did nothing of the sort. Like a well-behaved child, he sat there quietly watching TV the entire time. Not once did he come into the kitchen or even wander over toward me. I was actually longing for him to come to me, but he made no move. I finished cooking, and afterward, we both sat down to eat. By the time we finished our lunch, it was half-past one in the afternoon. Even while we were eating, Raju didn't make a single move on me; we simply engaged in normal conversation. However, by that point, I was burning with desire on the inside. First, the mood for sex had been set early that morning, yet nothing had happened. Later, in the bathroom, even though the opportunity had presented itself while we were bathing, Raju still hadn't fucked me. Now, I was absolutely determined to get fucked by him. So, after we finished eating, I went into the kitchen, quickly washed the dishes, and headed straight to my bedroom. Raju was already there. On his own initiative, he had closed all the bedroom windows and drawn the curtains across them, and he had turned on the air conditioner. I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Just then, Raju got up from the bed and grabbed me from behind. Laughing, I said, "Hey there, can't you wait any longer? At least let me get to the bed first!" Without saying a word, Raju simply led me over to the bed himself. I, too, had been itching to get fucked by him since early that morning, though it hadn't worked out until now, so I was practically burning with desire on the inside. I quickly took off my maxi and stood naked. Raju, too, stripped off his clothes and stood completely nude. Before I could even fully remove my maxi, Raju had already grabbed one of my boobs, taken it into his mouth, and began sucking on it. I pressed his head firmly against my bosom. Raju lifted his head from my boobs, placed his lips upon mine, and, while passionately kissing me, began kneading my boobs as if he were working dough. I kissed him back just as passionately, and taking his cock in my hand, I began to stroke it. Enough with the kissing and caressing; enough with the oral play on our pussies and cocks. Now, I wanted to take his cock deep inside my pussy and get fucked thoroughly. But Raju kept driving my arousal even higher. After kissing my lips for quite some time, he began to kiss my entire face, first my forehead, then my cheeks. From there, kissing my chin, he moved his lips down toward my neck. Continuing to kiss my neck, he descended further until he reached my chest. He then extended his tongue and began circling it around my nipples. In an instant, both my nipples hardened and stood erect. I thought he would now take my nipples into his mouth and suck on them. But once again, he did not do so. Instead, he began to lick the cleavage between my boobs with his tongue. My cleavage grew wet with his saliva. Yet, he did not stop; time and again, he ran his tongue, slick with saliva, up and down the valley between my boobs. I began to writhe and squirm with intense sexual arousal, thrashing in my own desire. But Raju paid no heed to any of this; with both hands cupping my boobs, he simply continued to lick my cleavage relentlessly.


Now, he took one of my nipples between his fingers and began to twist it. This heightened my arousal even further, and goosebumps rose all over my body instantly. Yet, he did not let go of my nipple; he continued to twist it while pulling on it. It was painful, but I was enjoying it as well. A guttural sound escaped my throat, "Uff..." Hearing this sound seemed to fill Raju with even greater fervor. He now seized my other nipple in the exact same manner, tugging at it while twisting it around. Now, both my nipples were firmly in Raju's grasp, and so was I. Raju continued to relentlessly pull and twist both my nipples. Helpless in his arms, I writhed and moaned in agony and ecstasy. After tormenting me in this way for quite some time, he released one of my nipples, took it into his mouth, and began to suck on it vigorously. Yet, he still did not let go of my other nipple; he continued to pull and twist it just as before. And I continued to writhe. Even Bijan had never been able to give me such pleasure and bliss until today. I felt a surge of pride in Raju. He withdrew my first nipple from his mouth, took the second one in instead, and began to suck on it just as intensely as the first. Meanwhile, he started pulling and twisting the first nipple. It was almost too much for me to bear. Moaning in ecstasy, I reached down, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it. The air conditioner was running in the room, yet I was drenched in sweat from the sheer intensity of my arousal. My entire body was glistening with perspiration. Suddenly, he lifted both my arms high above my head and gazed intently at my sweat-drenched armpits. Then, he brought his nose close to my armpit and began to inhale the scent of my sweat. I tried to lower my arms, but he held them so tightly that I was unable to bring them down. Meanwhile, Raju had already begun to rub his nose against my armpit. Squirming, I cried out to him, "What are you doing, Raju?! Let me go! That tickles!" But far from letting me go, Raju suddenly did something I had never anticipated. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick my armpit!!! I was feeling ticklish, and because of that, I was laughing. Seizing the opportunity, Raju rubbed his nose even more vigorously against my armpit while licking it with his tongue. He licked away every drop of sweat, cleaning my armpit completely. Before moving on to my other armpit, he paused in the middle, right on my chest. After sucking on both my nipples, he finally made his way to my other armpit. To ensure I couldn't stop him, he held my hands down firmly. Just as he had done with the first one, he rubbed his nose against this armpit as well, then stuck out his tongue and began to lick it. I started feeling ticklish all over again and burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that tears began to stream from my eyes. But Raju didn't let up; he continued to lick my armpit. After licking both my armpits to his heart's content and cleaning them thoroughly, Raju paused for a moment. Then, he released my hands. Pressing down on my boobs as he moved his hands downward, he positioned his mouth directly over my pussy. I was already aroused, and having my armpits licked like that had only heightened my excitement. My pussy was dripping with juices, completely soaked and glistening wet. Raju slid his tongue inside me and began to lick my pussy deeply. I started to writhe with pleasure once again. My pussy was already brimming with its own juices, and the moment Raju's tongue touched it, it began to throb uncontrollably. Panting heavily, I somehow managed to gasp out, "Raju, please don't torment me anymore like this! Put your cock inside me right now, fuck me!" Lifting his head while still licking my pussy, Raju replied, "Mami, I've been wanting to fuck you since this morning, but you were the one who kept turning me down!" I retorted, "Yes, I did turn you down back then. But now I'm the one telling you: fuck me, right now! I can't hold back any longer." Raju sensed my condition; lifting his mouth away from my pussy, he said, "Alright, Mami, now I'm going to fuck you." Saying this, he lay down on top of me, positioned his cock against the entrance of my pussy, and gave a thrust. Although my pussy was already brimming with my own juices, with this thrust, only the head of Raju's cock slid inside. His cock had grown larger than before, so as the head entered my pussy, I felt a slight twinge of pain. However, the pain was manageable, so I didn't say anything to Raju. He delivered a second thrust, and with it, half of his cock slid deep inside me. Then, he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock almost entirely from my pussy, only the very tip remained inside. He gripped my hips again and delivered a powerful thrust. With this forceful thrust, his cock plunged deep inside me, burying itself completely within my pussy. The head of his cock slammed hard against my cervix. This caused me even more pain than before. Yet, I still remained silent. For in that moment, while being fucked by Raju, the pleasure I was experiencing far outweighed the pain. And I was determined to savor that pleasure to the very last drop, no matter what.


Raju now gripped my waist firmly and began fucking me, thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy. My pussy was so slick with my own juices that Raju’s cock slid in effortlessly, sinking deep inside me. Raju, too, was fucking me hard and fast right from the start. He kept driving his entire cock into my pussy in a single, powerful thrust. Then, he would pull his hips back, withdrawing his cock from my pussy. Each time, he would pull it out only as far as the head; the tip of his cock remained embedded inside me throughout. Then, with a single thrust, he would drive his entire cock back inside me again. He was fucking me with such intense vigor right from the beginning that holding back my orgasm felt like a real challenge. I felt as though I was going to orgasm right then and there, even though I hadn't been fucking with Raju for even five minutes yet. Last night, too, I had been so aroused that while being fucked by Bijan, I had thought of Raju and orgasmed within just five minutes of the act. Bijan had been astonished to see how quickly I had come. Today, it felt like I wouldn't even last the full five minutes like I did yesterday; I would likely orgasm even sooner than that. And before I reached my orgasm, I wanted to savor every moment of this powerful fucking. So, as Raju fucked me, I began to moan and pant: "Uff... Raju... fuck me harder... you’re fucking me so well... you’ve really become a pro at this!" As he continued to fuck me, Raju replied, "Mami, I’ve only been able to learn all this thanks to you." As I was getting fucked, I murmured, “Yes... right now, you’re trying out the very lesson on me I taught you... Uff... Ahh... Ohh... you fuck so well... you’ve truly become a master at this game... keep fucking me just like this... don’t stop... just keep fucking...” I kept babbling on like this while Raju continued to fuck me relentlessly. Suddenly, he pulled me toward him, lifted my legs, and placed them over his shoulders. This raised my entire lower body, everything below my waist, up into the air. In that very position, Raju thrust his cock back into my pussy and resumed fucking me. Only my back remained on the bed; my waist and the rest of my lower body were suspended in the air. Raju kept pounding into me hard and fast. The force of his thrusts made my entire body shake. My boobs, too, were bouncing wildly, a sight that caught Raju’s eye. He cupped my shaking boobs in both his hands, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continued to pound my pussy. I had been getting fucked by him for nearly ten minutes by now, and somehow, I had managed to hold off my orgasm. But now, it was becoming impossible to hold back. Raju was pounding into me with such intensity that it was inevitable I would orgasm at any moment. My whole body began to writhe, and I was on the verge of coming. Raju realized that I was about to orgasm as well; he began to fuck me even harder. I couldn't hold back any longer. Crying out loudly, "Umm... Oh God... I'm going to come... Raju... keep fucking me... don't stop!" I dug my fingernails into the bedspread and orgasmed. My legs remained lifted high, resting on Raju’s shoulders; in this position, my pussy was level with his stomach. And just as I orgasmed, a stream of hot, wet juices began to gush from my pussy, spilling onto Raju’s stomach and chest. Seeing me orgasm, Raju stopped thrusting, but he didn't pull his cock out of my pussy; his cock remained deeply embedded inside me. A strong jet of my juices flowed out, washing over his cock as it spilled onto the bed. Once my orgasm subsided, Raju lifted my legs from his shoulders and placed them back down on the bed gently. Yet, even then, his cock remained inside my pussy. After a few moments, once I had regained some control over my breathing, Raju asked me, "Mami, that felt good, didn't it?" Laughing, I replied, "Incredibly so. But I’ve just orgasmed. Don't start fucking me hard again right away. Start fucking me slowly for now." Hearing this, Raju said, "Mami, I know you must be tired after orgasming. I’m going to fuck you in a way that gives you some rest." I asked, "How?" He replied, "I’m going to fuck you in the 'spooning' position." I asked, "What is that?" With his cock still inside my pussy, Raju began to kiss my lips while gently squeezing my boobs. After doing this for a little while, I started getting aroused all over again. Then Raju said to me, "Mami, turn over and lie facing that way, so your face points that way and your back faces me. I’ll fuck you while we’re lying on our sides like this. This is what’s called the 'spooning' position." I asked, "Where did you learn all this? I certainly didn't teach you any of this; did you learn it all by watching porn?" In response to my question, Raju said something that left me completely astonished. He said, "Mami, just eat the mango, why are you bothering to count the pits? I want to fuck you and give you the utmost pleasure. Right now, what difference does it make to you where or how I learned all this? Just let me fuck you and enjoy yourself." (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Thursday (15.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

Raju learnt from outside and tricking his Mami.
Very erotic to read.
Thank you so much.

But from where had he learnt all this???

[Neelkantha]

Part 203 – Raju's Remaining Half-Truth

 

Pihu’s POV- After that remark, what else could I possibly say? I simply replied, "Alright. I’ll just eat the mango, and without counting the pits, too. I’ll turn over and lie with my back facing you. Fuck me however you please. Just make sure that when I turn over, your cock doesn't slip out of my pussy." Reassuring me, Raju said, "I won't let it slip out, Mami (aunty). You just turn over and lie facing that way." Saying this, he gently turned me over so I was facing the other direction. Now, I was lying with my face toward the wall and my back toward Raju. And right behind me, Raju was lying with his face pressed against my back. His cock was still buried deep inside my pussy; he hadn't allowed it to slip out at all. He angled his hips slightly, withdrew his cock just enough to place one of his legs between mine, then, positioning the tip of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy, he thrust it back inside. This maneuver of his convinced me that Raju had definitely done this position with someone before, and quite a few times, at that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to keep his cock inserted while turning me over like that, nor could he have withdrawn and re-inserted it with such practiced expertise. He has done this position with someone before, but he clearly doesn't want to admit it. However, I happen to be incredibly stubborn. I wouldn't rest until I got the truth out of him, and straight from his own lips, too. But for now, I decided to put all those thoughts aside and simply enjoy the pleasure of being fucked by him. And that is exactly what I proceeded to do. Reaching his arms around me from behind, slipping them underneath my armpits, Raju cupped both my boobs; then, thrusting his hips forward, he began to drive his cock deep into my pussy. Until today, I had never been fucked by anyone in this position before. This position was completely new to me. While I was enjoying getting fucked by Raju in this position, I was simultaneously terrified that his cock might slip out of my pussy. Consequently, I couldn't fully savor the sex in this position, as my attention was focused more on Raju's cock than on the act of being fucked itself. Sensing this, Raju changed our position after a short while; he laid me back down on my back on the bed and climbed on top of me. He said, "Mami, now I’m going to fuck you like this." With those words, he slid his cock back into my pussy and resumed fucking me. After lying beneath Raju and taking a few thrusts from him, I said, "Raju, now you lie down on the bed. It’s my turn to ride your cock." Hearing this, Raju was delighted. He replied, "That’s a great idea, Mami. I’ve been fucking you in the same position for quite a while now. I’ll take your spot; you go ahead and ride my cock." Saying this, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and moved off me. I got up from the bed to make room for Raju to lie down. Raju lay down in the very spot where he had just been holding me while he fucked me. Holding his cock in his right hand, he looked at me and said, "Come on over now, Mami. Go ahead and ride my cock." I positioned myself standing with my legs on either side of his body, then arched my hips and buttocks backward. This brought my pussy directly over Raju's cock. Using both hands, I spread the lips of my pussy wide apart so that its opening was fully exposed, and that is exactly what happened. The moment I did this, my pussy opened up, allowing Raju, lying beneath me, to see deep inside it. I then began to lower myself, preparing to sit down onto Raju's cock. Gradually, the distance between my pussy and Raju's cock narrowed until, finally, the head of his cock brushed against the entrance of my pussy. I kept both hands holding my pussy lips apart, while Raju held his cock with his right hand. He then placed his left hand on my waist and guided the head of his cock inside my pussy. As the head of his cock slid inside me, I removed my hands from my pussy and placed them instead upon Raju's chest. Raju, too, took his hand off his cock and placed it on my waist alongside the other. Now, he held my waist firmly with both hands. In this position, I slowly lowered myself further, and Raju's cock gradually slid deeper inside my pussy. Eventually, his entire cock disappeared inside me, and I settled down to sit atop him, fully impaled on his cock. I then began to fuck myself, lifting and lowering my hips at my own pace. Raju lay beneath me, holding my waist and keeping his cock firmly positioned inside my pussy to ensure it wouldn't slip out. Once again, the room filled with the intense atmosphere of fucking. I gradually began to increase my pace; initially, I had been moving up and down on Raju's cock slowly, but little by little, I picked up the speed until I was thrusting hard and fast. It was moving up and down. As a result, my entire body was rising and falling. At the same time, my boobs were also bouncing up and down.

Raju would reach his hand upward, cup my boobs, squeeze them, and then let go. This went on for quite some time. After a while, Raju lifted his head and tried to suck on my boobs. However, since I was vigorously moving up and down on his cock, he couldn't manage to take my boobs into his mouth. Whenever he opened his mouth to try and latch onto a tit, I would shift either up or down, causing my tit to slip away from his open mouth. I began to derive immense pleasure from this. Until now, Raju had been tormenting me with the thrusts of his cock; but now, it was my turn. I would torment him to my heart's content. I started to really enjoy this game. So, whenever Raju tried to fill his mouth with my tit, I would deliberately bounce up on his cock. This caused my entire body, and my boobs along with it, to jolt upward, preventing Raju from capturing them in his mouth. Yet, Raju didn't give up; he persisted in his attempts, though he met with no success. Finally, he admitted defeat and lay back down. Seeing him do this, and while still bouncing on his cock, I said to him, “See that, Raju? Right now, I’m not beneath you, instead you are beneath me. That means I can do whatever I want with you now. You’ve tormented me quite enough. Now, it’s my turn to torment you.” Lying beneath me, and with his cock still buried inside my pussy, Raju asked, “Mami, when did I ever torment you? Why are you tormenting me like this? Don't you feel any pity for a poor guy like me?” I laughed and replied, “You? A ‘poor guy’? In what universe are you a ‘poor guy’? You’ve been tormenting me relentlessly with that cock of yours since yesterday! Now it’s my turn, and I’m going to get my full revenge. Want to see how? Then watch this.” Saying this, I firmly grasped both of his wrists together so that he couldn't move much from his spot. Then, leaning forward, I brought my chest close to his face. Next, using my free hand, I cupped one of my boobs and brought it right up to his mouth. Raju thought that, just like this morning, I was perhaps going to let him feed my tit. Thinking this, Raju opened his mouth and tried to take my tit inside. But little did he know that I had absolutely no intention of letting him feed my tit; rather, my intention was to torment him. The moment Raju opened his mouth and attempted to take my tit inside, I pulled it away from his face and slapped him hard on the cheek with it. Raju hadn't anticipated that I would do something like that. He simply couldn't believe that I had actually slapped his cheek with my tit. He stared at me in utter astonishment. Looking back at him, I laughed and said, "Oh, so this poor boy of mine wants to drink from my tit? Is that all? Well, go ahead and drink, why are you holding back? Open your mouth, my little poor boy!!" As soon as I said this, Raju felt that perhaps this time I would actually let him feed. I once again positioned my tit right in front of his mouth. Raju opened his mouth again and tried to take my tit inside. But he could only drink if I actually let him, couldn't he? Since I had no intention of letting him feed in the first place, how could he possibly drink? I did exactly the same thing this time as I had before: I pulled my tit away from his face and slapped him hard on his other cheek with it. Once again, Raju had no idea that I would pull the exact same stunt. Teasing him once again, I said, "Oh... my poor boy, Raju didn't get to drink from my boobs this time either... tsk, tsk, tsk..." Raju finally realized that I was merely teasing him and had absolutely no intention of actually letting him feed my tit; rather, my sole aim was to torment him. Understanding this, Raju stubbornly lifted his head and began trying to take my tit into his mouth on his own. However, due to my weight pressing down on him, he couldn't manage to lift himself up. On top of that, I was gripping his hands tightly, which further restricted his ability to move or struggle much. I began to take full advantage of this situation. Whenever Raju lifted his head to try and take my tit into his mouth, I would pull it away just as he reached it, using it instead to playfully smack his cheek. Raju tried repeatedly, but not once did he manage to get my tit inside his mouth. Laughing and continuing to tease him, I dangled my tit right in front of his face and said, "Raju, I suppose this is what they mean by 'so close, yet so far.' Do you understand? I’ve been playing this game with you for a long time now. And I am a seasoned veteran at this particular game of brinkmanship. Don't forget, you learned most of these tricks from me in the first place. The 'college' you are currently a student of? I’ve been the ‘principal’ of that very college for ages. Do you get it?" Raju offered no verbal response to my words. He simply looked at me with a startled gaze, as if I had said something that had genuinely taken him aback. That look of shock on his face struck me as somewhat peculiar. However, at that moment, I didn't have the time to dwell on it. So, resuming my teasing, I said, "Raju, make me a promise: whatever I ask you to do, you will do it without a second thought. Only then will I let you suckle at my tit, or even let you get up from here. Tell me, do you agree to my terms? If so, fine; otherwise, you'll just lie right here beneath me. Tell me, what are you going to do?"


Raju was hopelessly ensnared in the trap I had laid. In this predicament, he had no choice but to do exactly as I said. So, nodding immediately in compliance, he said, "Mami, I am ready to obey your every command. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do it silently and without a single question. That is my promise to you." I was pleased by his words, yet I did not release his hands. Instead, teasing him once more, I replied, "Now that sounds like a little good boy! From now on, you must obey your Mami in everything. And don't you dare trouble her at all. Understood?" He nodded again, signifying his full agreement with my words. Following this, I brought my tit close to his mouth once more. This time, Raju looked at me with a slightly skeptical gaze before opening his mouth. He likely feared that I would tease him again, just as I had before, by pulling my tit away right as he reached for it. But this time, I did no such thing. The moment Raju opened his mouth to take my tit inside, I thrust it deep inside. Raju immediately began to suck on my tit vigorously, as if he had been starving for ages and only sucking on my tit could satiate his hunger. Bouncing atop his cock, I held my tit to his lips and fed him. Lying beneath me, Raju kept my tit lodged in his mouth and continued to suck away. After letting him feed from that tit for a while, I pulled it out of his mouth and, in its place, thrust my other tit inside. Raju began to suck on my second tit just as vigorously as he had the first. After letting Raju feed from my second tit for a while as well, I slowly released his hands. As soon as I released his hands, they found their way to my boobs. Cupping both my boobs in his hands and squeezing them gently, he began thrusting his hips upward from below, driving his cock deep inside my pussy. I then grabbed Raju by the back, helped him sit up on the bed, and, straddling his lap, I took his cock back inside my pussy and began bouncing up and down on him once again. I noticed Raju lowering his head slightly; watching his cock slide in and out of my pussy, he wore a faint, amused smile. "You're enjoying the view, aren't you?" I teased him. Raju chuckled and replied, "Just look at that, Mami, look how your pussy opens its lips to swallow my cock whole... and then spits it right back out again!" I said, in reply, "That’s the only job any pussy has, Raju, to swallow a cock, and then spit it back out." Raju immediately retorted, "Sorry, Mami, but look how wide the mouth of your pussy has stretched!" I laughed, "Well, what do you expect? Is your cock exactly small or thin? If my pussy has to swallow something that big and thick cock, of course it’s going to stretch wide like this!" With that, we both burst into laughter as we watched Raju's cock sliding in and out of my pussy, thoroughly reveling in the pleasure of the act. After being fucked like this for a while, Raju used his fingers to spread my pussy lips wide; placing a finger directly on my clitoris, he began to rub and stimulate it. A tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot through my entire body, and within a single instant, I orgasmed. I had been getting fucked by Raju for perhaps fifteen minutes by then, and in that short time, I had already orgasmed twice. Raju, however, had been fucking me continuously for those fifteen minutes without having ejaculated himself. I came right there, sitting in Raju's lap, and a fresh surge of juices spilled from my pussy, once again bathing his cock in my wetness. I held Raju tightly locked in my arms. Seeing my condition, Raju smiled and asked, "Mami, you’re really enjoying getting fucked by me, aren't you?" Panting, I replied, "Absolutely... I... am..." Raju said, "Yeah, I can certainly see that. You’ve already come twice." I retorted, "If you can already see it, then why are you asking?" Raju chuckled and replied, "It is my duty to ask you." Laughing, I gave him a playful tap on the head and said, "You’ve been fucking me for so long now. I’ve already come twice. Why haven't you come yet?" Raju replied, "I’m not going to come that quickly." I said, "Fine, now fuck me however you want and just come." Raju took hold of me, first lifting me down from his lap, and then positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees, like a bitch. I realized that he now wanted to fuck me from behind. I got ready in the doggy position to take his cock from behind. Having just come, my pussy was dripping with juices. Raju picked up my maxi from the floor and used it to wipe both my pussy and his cock clean. I bent my legs and arched my hips and ass upwards. This fully exposed my pussy to Raju. He positioned his cock against the entrance of my pussy and delivered a powerful thrust. With that single thrust, his entire cock slid deep inside me. He began thrusting rhythmically, fucking me from behind in the doggy position. And I, lifting my ass back to meet him, began taking his cock deep inside my pussy once again. Once more, a wild, intense session of fucking began between the two of us.


As Raju fucked me from behind, he began running his hand over my buttocks. Then he spread my buttocks apart and started tracing a finger along the cleft of my ass. He repeatedly ran his finger back and forth along the crack of my ass. Finally, his finger came to rest right over my tight little asshole. At that moment, I realized that it was now my asshole's turn. Confirming my suspicion, Raju spat on his finger. He then spat directly onto my asshole as well. His saliva made my asshole wet and slippery. He began trying to slide his finger into my now-lubricated asshole. For one thing, his large, thick cock was already buried deep inside my pussy. And because his cock was filling my pussy completely, there was absolutely no empty space left inside me; consequently, my asshole had naturally tightened up even further. Raju kept trying to force his finger into that tiny opening. However, his finger just wouldn't slide into my asshole. He spat on my asshole once again, making it even wetter. He then resumed his attempts to insert his finger into my ass. Since my asshole was now thoroughly lubricated with his saliva, this time, on his next attempt, Raju’s finger finally slid inside. However, as his finger slid in, I felt a sharp pang of pain in my ass. Raju seemed to sense my discomfort. He began slowly sliding his finger in and out of my ass. He continued to spit on my ass repeatedly to ensure my asshole remained wet with his saliva, thereby preventing me from feeling any pain as his finger moved inside me. And all the while, he kept on fucking me. This meant that, right now, both of my holes were being pounded simultaneously. Raju’s cock was inside my pussy, and his finger was inside my ass. Raju was fucking both of my holes at the very same time. It began to feel as though I was undergoing a "sandwich" fucking by two different men at the same time. I started to moan and hiss: "Uff... Ahhh... Ohhh... Umm..." My moans ignited a surge of fresh passion within Raju. Now, with his cock still buried inside my pussy and fucking me, he began to thrust his finger deeper into my ass. After this went on for quite a while, and once Raju felt that my asshole had loosened up enough to accommodate his large, thick cock, he pulled his cock out of my pussy. He then positioned it right at the entrance of my ass. Grabbing my waist firmly, he said to me, "Mami, I’m about to put my cock inside your ass now. Relax your ass a little so it’s easier for me to slide it in, and so it hurts you less." I replied, "I am relaxing my ass. But I know your cock is so huge and thick that when it goes inside me, pain is inevitable. Still, don't you worry, I’ll bear the pain. Just go ahead and put your cock inside my ass." Raju said, "Alright. Now I’m going to slide my cock into your ass." Saying this, he thrust his hips forward. However, the head of his cock was slightly too large for my asshole, and since it was also slick with my pussy juices, instead of entering my ass, it simply slid off to the side. Raju positioned the tip of his cock against my ass once again and thrust forward with force. This time, his cock nearly slipped away again, but it still failed to penetrate my ass. Despite two attempts, he had been unable to get his cock inside me. I turned my head back and said, "Raju, your cock really is huge. It’s not going to fit in my ass. Just fuck my pussy instead." Raju replied, "Mami, let me try one more time. If it doesn't go in this time either, I’ll give up." I said, "Alright, go ahead. Do whatever you think is best. Anyway I’m ready to take your cock in my ass." Saying this, I lifted my ass even higher toward him. For the third time, Raju pressed the head of his cock against my asshole and thrust forward with renewed force. I had assumed that, once again, his cock wouldn't manage to penetrate my ass. But, proving me wrong, the head of his cock finally slid inside. However, as that massive head entered, it stretched my asshole so wide that I felt a sharp, intense pain in my ass. Throughout my life, I have been fucked by many men. And among them, I have let quite a few take me ass. Yet, I distinctly recall two men whose cocks left me in absolute agony when I took them in my ass. One instance was when I went on a trip to Puri (Tourist spot in Odisha) with Bijan; there, for the first time, I participated in a threesome with two men simultaneously. One of those men was Karim. His cock was truly massive, both long and thick, and taking it in my ass was an excruciating ordeal. In fact, the ass fucking he gave me left me unable to walk properly for several days afterward. The other man was obviously and undoubtedly Zafar. His dick is so incredibly large and thick that taking it in my ass feels like having my very life choked out of me.


But I have already let both of them fuck my ass. Raju’s cock isn’t quite as big or thick as theirs, but it is still pretty large and substantial in its own right. Consequently, when his cock slid into my ass, I felt a considerable amount of pain. Yet, I didn't say a word to him, because I, too, had a strong desire to get fucked in the ass by Raju’s massive cock. So, I simply stifled the pain and endured it internally. At that point, Raju had only managed to insert the head of his cock into my ass. He then applied more force and began driving his cock deeper inside. As his cock penetrated further into my asshole, the pain intensified. Eventually, Raju had buried his entire cock deep inside my ass. Then, he began to pull it back out forcibly. The sensation of him withdrawing it caused me excruciating pain, so intense, in fact, that tears welled up in my eyes. However, I didn't let Raju catch on to anything. Raju then began thrusting his cock back into my ass, only to pull it out again. In this rhythm, he continued to pound my ass. Gradually, the pain began to subside. I said to Raju, "Raju, now fuck my ass a little harder." Raju nodded and picked up the pace. He knew, too, that if he thrust too hard, it would hurt me. So, he began to fuck my ass gently and carefully with his cock. Because he was fucking me with his cock buried inside my small, tight asshole, Raju couldn't hold off cumming for very long. And within just a minute or two, he buried his entire cock deep inside my ass and ejaculated. Yesterday, he had cum inside my pussy twice; today, he had cum inside my ass. My ass filled up with his cum. Immediately after cumming, he pulled his cock out of my ass, and his cum began to drip out of my asshole. Although I was exhausted from having sex and getting my ass fucked, I immediately got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. There, I thoroughly washed both my pussy and my ass with water. After I returned to the bedroom, Raju went into the bathroom as well, washed his cock, and came back out. He then lay down on the bed right beside me. Raju and I lay there side by side. Raju’s cock had gone soft and small. I took his limp cock in my hand and began to stroke it, while Raju started playing with my boobs. Just then, I suddenly asked Raju, "Raju, don't drag out the suspense any longer. Just tell me now, who exactly is this girl you’ve been fucking?" Raju looked at me in surprise but didn't say a word. I pressed on, "Look, Raju, I’ve figured it out completely: you’re having a fling with some girl. Now, just come clean and tell me, who is she, really?" Raju kept staring at me for a while. Then, letting out a long sigh, he said, "I suppose I have to tell you everything now. You’re right. But you’re also wrong." Hearing this, I was a bit baffled and asked, "What kind of nonsense is that?! How can I be both right and wrong at the same time?" Raju replied, "Yes. You are both right and wrong at the same time... you are right about the fact that I have entered into a relationship with someone." I asked, "And what am I wrong about?" Raju paused for a moment, then softly said, "You are wrong in thinking that it is a girl." Hearing his words, I looked at him in shock. Meeting my gaze directly, Raju said, "Yes, Mami, you heard me right. I said that the person I am involved with is not a girl. And it was precisely this fear that kept me from telling you, the fear that once you knew the whole truth, you might even come to hate me, wondering how I could possibly do such a thing." I was left utterly stunned by his words. I could scarcely believe my own ears, what Raju was saying, and what I was hearing. But unfortunately, it was the truth. And I was absolutely not prepared for this truth. Not in the slightest. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Saturday (24.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

On the auspicious occasion of the upcoming Durga Puja, no new parts of 'Nemesis' will be posted here from 16.10.26 to 23.10.26. The next installment will be posted on the following Saturday (24.10.26) at the usual time. I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience. "Shubho Sharadiya" to all my readers and their respective families. ~ Neelkantha

[Neelkantha]

Well ass fuck .But Raju got stick to a boy.
So only he needs and loves ass fucking.
Waiting for the truth.

So sad for him. He had such luscious mami in hand, but he choose to be... Nevertheless, let's see what's happened next. Shuvo sharadiya.

[Neelkantha]

Wish you advance Happy Vidhya pooja & Vijaya dasami.

Same to you dear

[Neelkantha]

Bhai ye kese mod pe chod ke chale gaye Ab confusion ho raha ladki nahi to ladka hai ya aurat
Sex scenes to zabardast thhe maza agya raju ne sari fantasy puri karli mami ke sath ab dekhna ye hai ki mama ko pata chalega ki nahi wese pihu apne pati se chupa kyu Rahi ye nahi smjha mujhe aisa to nahi ki bijan ko incest se problem hai ya pihu ko kisi Ghar ke mard se chudwane mein to fir secret kyu?

Asha karta hun ki aane wale bhagon me apko apke sare sawalon ke jawab mil jayegi. Abhi ke liye itna bata sakta hu ki aage dher sare surprise hai jo puri kahani ke mod ek chutki men badal sakti hai. To padhte rahiye.

[Neelkantha]

Shuvo Bijoya to all of my readers and their respective family members.

[Neelkantha]

Part 204 – Raju's Truth Shook Pihu To The Core

Pihu’s POV-

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I could no longer remain silent; looking directly at Raju, I blurted out. Raju looked back at me and said, “Mami (aunty), before you misunderstand me, I want to clarify one thing: what I meant was something else entirely, not what you are interpreting it to be.” His words left me even more bewildered. Now, in a voice tinged with annoyance, I demanded, “Tell me, what your meaning really is? Ever since you arrived, you’ve done nothing but speak in riddles. No more riddles now. Tell me clearly: what is the actual point you’re trying to make? My patience is wearing thin, Raju, I’m warning you!” Raju replied, “Mami, calm down. I won’t speak in riddles anymore. I won’t hide anything from you. Today, I’m going to tell you everything openly.” I said, “Fine. Tell me, what is it you’re trying to say?” Raju then began to explain himself: “The person I am currently in a relationship with isn’t a ‘girl.’ That doesn’t imply anything mysterious; rather, what I meant was simply that she isn’t a young girl, but actually a woman elder than me.” Having said this, Raju turned to look at me. He was likely trying to gauge from my expressions what kind of reaction, and how strong a reaction, I would have to the things he had just revealed. But for me, the situation remained exactly the same. Hearing what Raju had just said, I was left just as stunned as I had been before. My astonishment was identical, then, and now. After all, how could I possibly remain at ease knowing that Raju was involved with a woman elder than him? Upon hearing this, both my distress and my concern for him multiplied manifold in an instant. What on earth is Raju saying? Is he in his right mind? Or is he playing some kind of prank on me? You know, the kind of pranks people pull these days. If this truly is a joke or a prank, then there could be no joke more cruel or tasteless than this one. And if Raju is actually telling me the truth, then how could a boy as good, sensible, and level-headed as him do something like this? How could he possibly enter into a relationship with a woman who is older than him? And the biggest, most crucial question of all is: who exactly is this woman? Where did Raju meet her? How did their relationship begin? And do Raju’s parents know anything at all about this? Or am I the only person Raju has confided in regarding this truth of his so far? I have so many questions swirling in my mind. But unfortunately, I don’t have a single answer to any of them. Yet, I simply must find the answers to all these questions. I looked at Raju and said, "Raju, do you even realize what kind of nonsense you’ve been spouting all this time? Is this some kind of joke you’re playing on me? If it is, tell me right now; I’m warning you, I have absolutely no tolerance or liking for such tasteless jokes. Speak up, Raju! Say something! Don’t just stay silent. Hearing what you’ve said makes my heart sink. I’m terrified. Just say something! Why are you so quiet? Have you lost your mind?" I practically screamed the last part. Raju understood my state of mind. He said softly, "Mami, calm down first. Don't shout like that." I retorted, "And what am I supposed to do if I don't shout? Tell me, what should I do? You’re spouting such nonsensical things that I have no choice but to shout!" Raju spoke again in a calm voice, "Mami, just listen to me patiently first, listen to what I’m trying to tell you. The first thing is: I am not joking with you right now. Everything I’ve said to you previously, or am about to say now, is absolutely true. There isn't a single lie or joke involved." I asked in astonishment, "But how? Who is that woman? Where did you meet her? How long has all this been going on? And why haven't you told me about it until now?" Raju smiled slightly and said, "Oh my goodness, so many questions all at once!" I snapped angrily, "Raju, don't laugh. I’m not telling you a joke, so stop laughing like that. I’m serious about wanting to know all of this. Tell me everything." Raju replied, "Relax, Mami. Today, I’m going to open up and tell you everything. As for who that woman actually is, or where I first met her, and so on, I’ll tell you when the right time comes. For now, just listen to what I’m saying." I said, "You’re starting to speak in riddles again. I don't want to hear anything else. Just tell me everything straight." Raju said, "That is exactly what I’m doing, Mami. Just have a little patience. You will find out everything. I’ll tell you the whole story exactly as it happened." I said, "Alright then. From now on, I won't interrupt you, nor will I stop you from speaking. Just go ahead and tell me everything, exactly in the order that it happened. I will listen in silence." Raju said, "Alright, and now listen." And with that, Raju began to narrate his story to me: "It all started back when my college’s final exams had just concluded. I’ve already told you the first part of this story, how, one night, I unexpectedly ended up right outside my mom and dad’s bedroom while they were having sex, and how I overheard them talking to each other while they were doing it. Ever since then, night after night, I would stand outside their room and listen to them having sex. Consequently, an attraction began to grow within me toward women who were older than myself. I felt that no girl my own age would ever give me the time of day; however, I believed that older women would easily take me as their own. And the greatest example of that is you, Mami."
Having said this, he looked at me. Startled, I looked back at Raju, but I didn't say a word, for I wanted to hear the whole truth. After pausing for a moment, Raju resumed his story: “Mami, you already know how a college friend of mine dumped me. That experience drove me into a deep depression. And it was you who helped pull me out of it. However, that incident gave birth to a strange new feeling within me. I began to feel that no girl my own age would ever give me a chance, but that an older woman would accept me quite easily. I don't know if this line of thinking is right or wrong, but that is simply how I feel.” Saying this, Raju paused briefly once again before continuing his story: “Within a month or two of my college exams, the results were declared, and I passed with good grades. In accordance with our pre-arranged plan, Dad enrolled me in a large, renowned university located in a different state. I was now set to live and study at this university for the next three years. During these three years, I would only be able to visit home on rare occasions. I had never before been away from my home, or my parents, for such an extended period. For the first few months, I felt terribly homesick. But gradually, everything fell into place. I began to focus on my studies. Moreover, the facilities there were excellent, quite high-tech and sophisticated. Many students from abroad also came to this university to pursue their studies. The university provided separate hostels for its students, and those hostels offered a wide array of amenities, such as a gym, a canteen, and a community hall where movies were screened for the students, among other things. In essence, one could find every comfort and convenience right there on the premises; there was absolutely no need to step outside. These hostels were predominantly inhabited by students from foreign countries; all these facilities were provided with their specific needs in mind, though we, too, benefited from them. About a year passed in this manner. By then, I had fully integrated with the people there. I had made quite a few friends, buddies with whom I would both study and have a good time. There were absolutely no barriers between us; we shared everything with one another. I have no qualms about telling you this today, but back then, we friends would often gather at night to watch porn together. And it was through this that my addiction to porn began to resurface. In the room I occupied, there lived a guy named Alex. He, too, had come from abroad to live and study there. It was with him that I formed my closest and deepest friendship. He and I spent a great deal of time together. We also shared quite a few secrets with one another. It was through him that I first heard and learned about the term "Cougarism." Until then, I honestly knew absolutely nothing about it. It was from him that I discovered that, in Western countries, older women, specifically those aged at least 40, date, live in with, and even have sex with men who are 10, 15, or even 20 years younger than them. In those countries, these women are referred to as "MILFs." Alex was the one who provided me with all this information. But to tell you the truth, despite hearing all of this from him, I didn't actually believe what he said. I suspected that Alex was simply spinning a tall tale for my benefit. I thought, "That’s simply not possible." That was when Alex shared a story from his own life with me. Alex lives with his mother and his sister. His mother is divorced from his father. Following the divorce, Alex and his sister have been living with their mother. Alex is roughly the same age as I am, while his mother is over 40 years old. Up to this point, everything Alex had told me seemed perfectly normal. However, what he told me next was something I simply could not believe. Alex told me that his mother is quite beautiful and sexy in appearance. In the neighborhood where the three of them live, her beauty is a frequent topic of conversation. Since her divorce, his mother has also taken on a boyfriend, something considered quite common in that country. And as for Alex's mother's boyfriend? He is, at most, only a year or two older than Alex himself. Just think about it, Mami: Alex's mother is 40 years old, or perhaps even older, yet her boyfriend is roughly the same age as her own son. Alex's mother's boyfriend visits their home quite frequently. And, according to Alex, the two of them even have sex. Learning this felt not only strange to me but also surprising. What surprised me was the fact that Alex was telling me this in such a completely normal manner. In fact, when I didn't believe his account, he even showed me photographs of his mother and her boyfriend.”
Raju kept recounting all of this to me, and I simply continued to listen. Raju began speaking again: "It was only when Alex showed me those photographs that I finally believed his story. Astonished, I asked him if he, or his sister, had known about this matter beforehand. In response, Alex told me that both he and his sister had been aware of their mother's relationship right from day one. It was, in fact, their mother herself who had introduced her son and daughter to her boyfriend. Learning this left me even more astounded. I asked Alex: when he discovered that his mother was dating a guy his own age, and even engaging in sexual activity with him, didn't he feel any anger or resentment toward her? Hearing my question, Alex began to laugh. He shared a rather peculiar observation with me. Perhaps what he said sounded strange to my ears, yet deep down, there was undoubtedly a ring of truth to his words. He told me that the very concept of sexual intercourse, or 'sex', originated right here in our own country: India. India is the birthplace of the world's only comprehensive sex manual, known as the ‘Kama Sutra’ (or Kama Shastra). The Kama Sutra has been translated into virtually every language across the globe. And couples living in any corner of the world often draw their initial inspiration regarding sex from this very book. Yet, here in this country, India, sex is still regarded as nothing more than a taboo. People here neither speak openly about sex nor wish to do so. And that is precisely why there is such widespread ignorance regarding sex among the people of our nation. However, in countries outside of India, particularly in the West, the situation is the exact opposite. There, sex is not considered a taboo; rather, people embrace and enjoy it. Furthermore, they do not harbor any rigid or restrictive beliefs surrounding sex. Consequently, they maintain a completely open and uninhibited attitude toward it. I was absolutely shocked to learn, from Alex himself, that his mother was having an affair with a boy his own age; yet, Alex didn't seem the least bit fazed by it. This is because, in their country, such things are quite common. There, marriage or relationships are not viewed as lifelong bonds meant to last for eternity. Divorce and extramarital affairs are commonplace. Even within a marriage, it is not unusual for a husband or wife to have a lover on the side. In some instances, a husband and wife might even bring their respective boyfriends or girlfriends into the same house to meet, and even have sex, right under the same roof. In our countries, however, merely thinking about such things is considered a sin. Alex explained to me that "cougarism" is a widespread phenomenon in his country, where women aged 40 or older date, live with, or have sex with men half their age. Furthermore, the young men there tend to prefer older women over girls their own age. Alex even went so far as to tell me that he had actually witnessed his mother and her boyfriend having sex. Hearing this reminded me of my own experiences. After all, I had done something similar myself. True, I may not have seen my mom and dad having sex with my own eyes, but I certainly heard them. In fact, I received my very first lesson in sex from my mami, a woman who must have been at least ten or twelve years older than me. Like the men in Alex's country, I, too, prefer older women over girls my own age. When I mentioned this to Alex, he remarked that this is precisely what is known as "cougarism", a dynamic in which younger men are attracted to and find older women appealing. Although I didn't tell him everything, particularly the details regarding the relationship between you and me, I did mention that I had heard my mom and dad having sex. Upon hearing this, Alex asked me if I had actually seen them doing it; I replied that I hadn't. I told him that, to this day, I have never actually witnessed them having sex. Alex revealed that he has seen his mother having sex with her boyfriend, not just once, but many times. And he actually enjoys watching his mother getting fucked right before his very eyes. What’s more, his mother is fully aware that Alex watches her getting fucked, yet she doesn't mind it in the slightest. According to Alex, his mother even keeps her bedroom window open while having sex, specifically so that Alex can look inside. Now, I don't know how much truth there is to that claim. But hearing him talk about it sparked a desire in me, too, a craving to witness someone getting fucked right in front of me. Yes, I’ve fucked you plenty of times, Mami. But I still harbor a desire to watch someone else getting fucked with my own eyes. Anyway, after that entire conversation with Alex, one thought became firmly etched in my mind: that the significant woman in my life wouldn't be a girl my own age, but rather an older woman. Even then, I had no idea that this prediction would actually come true in my life. Raju paused after saying this. I asked him, "How did that happen?" Raju replied, "Let me tell you. First, let me mention that by then, I had already been living away from home for a year. And during that entire year, I had only managed to visit home once or twice at most. But after that year had passed, I had to go home. This was because Ani Mama was getting married. So, I took two weeks of leave and returned home. But how was I to know that upon returning there, my life was about to take a completely new turn? And that is the very story I am sharing with you today."
I said, “What exactly happened after you went back?” Raju said, “I’ll tell you. But before that, let me mention one thing: attending Ani Mama’s wedding actually turned out to be a blessing for me. It was there, after nearly a year had passed, that I met you. And it was there, too, that we had sex. It was right after that sexual encounter that a certain thought began to swirl in my mind once again: that the significant woman in my life would inevitably be an older woman. Anyway, once Ani Mama’s wedding was over, I returned to the university and began focusing on my studies. It was around that time that a specific incident occurred. At that time, the Head of our Department was a man named Ritesh Sir. He was a decent human being. However, having reached the age of sixty, he retired. And someone else arrived to take his place. The person who stepped into Ritesh Sir’s shoes was Rozina Madam. She must have been around forty-five years old. She was a rather strict woman. On her very first day, she informed us that, starting immediately, she herself would personally conduct various tests and assessments every week. And through these tests, she would determine which students were academically weak. Her arrival sent a ripple of apprehension, almost a sensation, throughout the entire department. Our teachers became more serious about their teaching, and we, too, became more serious about our studies. Rozina Madam is also quite beautiful in appearance. She is quite tall, and a little on the heavier side. She wears high-powered spectacles and always maintains a stern expression on her face. She invariably comes to the university dressed in a saree. To this day, I have never seen her at the university wearing anything other than a saree. Her intimidating presence began to be felt beyond just academics. Our university is co-educational, meaning boys and girls study together. Typically, they sit together in class. This had been the norm even during Ritesh Sir’s tenure. However, with Rozina Madam’s arrival, this rule underwent a drastic change. The moment she took charge, she segregated the seating arrangements for boys and girls. That is to say, in the classroom, the boys would sit on one side, and all the girls would sit on the other. Forget about the classroom, under her regime, no boy and girl were even allowed to speak to one another in any corner of the entire department. It was such situation that if Rozina Madam happened to spot a boy and a girl talking to each other, she would reprimand them. It went so far that even in the library or the lab, a boy and a girl could not form a study group together. Consequently, a sense of resentment began to brew among all the students. Rumors started circulating that Rozina Madam was divorced, and that this was the reason behind her erratic behavior; she harbored an intense aversion to romance. Since she had failed to find love in her personal life, her husband having divorced and abandoned her, she was now taking out her vengeance on her students. It was also rumored that she had previously requested transfers from two or three other institutions. She could never seem to last more than a year or two at any single place. Due to complaints lodged by students at those previous locations, she would either be transferred out or would request a transfer herself. Everyone began to predict that she wouldn't last more than a year here, either. Yet, despite all this, her reign of terror continued unabated throughout the entire department. Let alone the students, even the teachers were unable to speak freely in her presence. The most daunting aspect was that she administered tests to all the students every single week, and she would announce the results the following week. Any student who scored poorly or failed these tests would be summoned to her cabin and subjected to a severe scolding. She even went so far as to threaten them with calls to their guardians. Suddenly, Rozina Madam’s dark shadow loomed over the entire department. Previously, we used to share laughter and banter within the department, alongside our studies; but now, all of that had ceased. We lived in constant dread, wondering which unfortunate student would be fated to face her wrath that week. This atmosphere of fear soon began to take a toll on our academic performance as well. Every week, without fail, some student or another would perform poorly on a test and end up getting scolded. I, too, began to feel the mounting tension. Consequently, I pushed everything else aside and focused my attention solely, and exclusively, on my studies. Under any circumstances, I certainly didn't want to face her scolding. However, my results in the weekly tests began to consistently hover around average, neither particularly good nor bad, but somewhere in the middle. I wasn't exactly thrilled with my marks, either. Madam herself used to grade the test papers. It felt to me as though she was deliberately scrutinizing the papers with excessive strictness when assigning marks. Subjects in which I had previously scored well were now yielding only average grades. Every week, I would study diligently and sit for the tests; yet, my marks never seemed to improve. During this period, one week, I received a summons to Rozina Madam's cabin. Classes had already ended for the day, and I was just about to leave the department when the peon stopped me to say that Rozina Madam wanted to see me in her cabin. Hearing this, I felt a mix of shock and fear. This was because, most of the time, Madam would conduct tests on Saturdays and summon students to her cabin on Mondays, usually to reprimand them. But that day was not a Monday. Furthermore, she rarely called any student to her cabin right in the middle of the week like this. Yet, on this particular day, she had summoned me. I even asked the peon if he hadn't made a mistake. The peon, however, assured me that he had made no error whatsoever; Madam had specifically given him my name and roll number, and she wanted to see me in her cabin immediately. With my heart pounding in my chest, I made my way toward Rozina Madam's cabin. I knew, with absolute certainty, that my moment of reckoning had finally arrived. (Contd.)

[Next Update is on Tuesday (27.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

Don't Know the reason, but every time I am going to post anything, it restrict me to post anything. Showing some error. Even Can't edit and update the index as well. Don't know what is the cause, and how long this will continue. Don't even know if I can post in future as well. But I will try my best to post as long as I am permitted to do so. But if I can't post any longer in future, please forgive me. And if any one know the reason and how to resolve this, please help me. Thanks in advance ~ Neelkantha

[Neelkantha]

I am using quick reply option right now. Hope the problem will resolve soon.

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[Neelkantha]

Part 205 – Next Part Of Raju's Story

Pihu’s POV-

I was listening intently to every single word Raju spoke. As soon as Raju paused for a moment, I asked him, "Raju, you must be tired from all that talking. Would you like some water? Tell me the rest of the story after you’ve had a drink." Raju replied, "Alright." I got up from the bed, went to the kitchen, fetched a glass of water for Raju, and handed it to him. Raju took the glass from my hand and drank the water. After he handed the glass back to me, I returned it to the kitchen. Then, coming back into the bedroom, I lay down beside Raju. I said to him, "So, go on, did you go to your Madam's cabin?" Raju replied, "I had no choice but to go. Because if Madam calls and I don't show up, I’d be in for a world of trouble. Terrified as I was, I made my way to Madam's cabin. It was already after closing time. Most of the students, teachers, and other staff members had already gone home. I had heard that Madam often stays late to work, and usually all alone, too. There’s just a watchman on the premises. Anyway, I stood outside her cabin and knocked on the door. From inside, I heard Rozina madam’s deep voice say, 'Come in.' Praying to God, I stepped inside her cabin. The room was quite spacious. Right at the back of the room stood a large table, and in front of it were arranged about twenty or twenty-five chairs. Madam was seated in a revolving chair behind that table. Leaning over the table, she was busy working on her laptop. As I entered the cabin, she glanced at me once and gestured for me to come closer. With trembling legs, I somehow managed to walk forward and stood before her table. This time, Madam didn't lift her eyes from her laptop. Still working away, she gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs placed in front of her table. I somehow managed to sit down. And then, I just sat there. For the next 20 minutes, Madam neither looked at me nor spoke a single word to me. She simply continued working on her laptop. At one point, I felt as though she might have completely forgotten that I, too, was present in the cabin with her. To remind her of my presence, I thought about giving a slight cough. However, when I attempted to cough, I discovered that my throat had gone completely dry; not a single sound escaped it. Once again, I sat there in that chair, feeling like an utter fool, while Madam continued with her work. I had heard that this was uncharacteristic of Madam; she is known to be extremely punctual. She avoids doing anything that would result in a waste of either her own time or anyone else's. In fact, even when she summons any students to her cabin to reprimand them, she scolds them as quickly as possible and sends them back to their respective classes so that their time isn't wasted. But my situation was different. I had now been sitting there for over half an hour, yet during that entire time, neither Madam nor I had uttered a single word. There was absolute, pin-drop silence in the whole cabin. The only intermittent sounds were the faint hum of the wall-mounted air conditioner, the monotonous ticking of the wall clock and the rhythmic clicking of Madam’s fingers typing on her laptop keyboard. Aside from these three sounds, there was no other sound to be heard anywhere in the cabin. Sitting there like that, I began to feel bored. It started to feel as though Madam was testing my patience, seeing just how long I could endure sitting there in silence. I felt that if I were to say or do anything, I would surely get scolded. Consequently, I remained seated there quietly, neither speaking nor making a move. A little more time passed in this manner. By now, I had been sitting there for nearly 45 minutes. I glanced at the wall and saw that it was approaching 6:00 PM, and I had no idea how much longer I would have to sit there idly. While I don't inherently mind sitting around like this, there was one other complication: the warden of the hostel where I live is a man named Sukhvir. He was a burly, 50-year-old Punjabi Jatt (a traditional community based in Punjab) man. I have never in my life encountered anyone as obstinate as him. That man would have the hostel gates locked shut after 7:00 PM. Thereafter, the gates would not reopen until 6:00 AM the following morning at any cost. Furthermore, if any student failed to return to the hostel before 7:00 PM, they would be denied entry altogether. And, as if that weren't enough, a formal complaint regarding the student would be lodged with the university authorities. Because of this strict rule, no student ever dared to return to the hostel after 7:00 PM. Every single student would make sure to reach the hostel before the clock struck seven in the evening. For no matter how much one pleaded or begged after that time, the hostel doors simply would not open before 6:00 AM the next morning. And since the students inside the hostel had access to every necessary amenity, no one ever had any reason to remain outside after 7:00 PM. But today, as luck would have it, or rather, my misfortune, I faced a double whammy: not only was I bound to face a scolding from Madam, but if I arrived late, I would be denied entry into the hostel. That prospect was even worse than Madam’s scolding; for if I failed to gain entry, I would be forced to spend the entire night out in the open, perhaps on the roadside or at a bus stand. Nothing could be worse than that. I was deeply immersed in these anxious thoughts when, suddenly, I heard a loud, sharp bang noise. Startled, I looked up and glanced ahead. I saw that Madam was looking directly at me, and as she did so, she was pounding her hand against the table, creating a loud, jarring bang sound. The moment I looked up at her in surprise, she stopped banging on the table. Trembling with apprehension, I continued to gaze at her.”

“Madam looked at me and said, ‘Were you asleep? I’ve been calling you for ages.’ I (Raju) replied fearfully, ‘Sorry, Madam; I was thinking about something else. My attention wasn’t on you.’ Picking up the intercom from her desk, Madam remarked, ‘That is your real problem. You think too much.’ Saying this, she spoke into the intercom: ‘Send two cups of tea to my cabin right away. And tell my driver to go home. I’ll be leaving late today, so I’ll drive myself. Oh, and tell him to leave the car keys with the watchman before he goes.’ Having said this, she hung up the intercom. Madam had asked for two cups of tea. She had also mentioned that she would be leaving late today. This meant that today, my troubles were truly about to begin, from both sides. There was Madam, of course, but then Sukhvir would be waiting to give me a hard time back at the hostel. For a moment, I thought about calling the hostel to let them know that I was currently in Madam’s cabin at her behest and that I would be late getting back. However, I couldn’t muster the courage to do such a thing right in front of Madam. My luck had truly run out today. After putting down the intercom, Madam looked at me again and said, ‘You were thinking about something again, weren’t you? Tell me, what was on your mind?’ At that point, I decided to tell her the whole truth. I said, ‘Actually, Madam, it’s already six o’clock.’ Madam raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, ‘So? What’s the big deal if it’s six o’clock?’ I replied, ‘The hostel where I live closes its gates at 7:00 PM. After that, no student is allowed to enter. That is what I was thinking about.’ Hearing this, Madam leaned back in her chair, resting her back against the rest, and settled in more comfortably. Then, looking at me, she said calmly, ‘Don’t worry. On my way home, I’ll drop you off at your hostel myself. Seeing me, perhaps the people will allow you inside. Stop worrying about that for now. I’ve called you here to discuss something else, something even more important than that. Do you understand?’ I said nothing more; I simply nodded. Madam was just about to say something else when there was a knock on her cabin door. Madam called out, ‘Come in.’ At that very moment, the peon entered carrying a tray with two cups of tea. He placed the two cups on the table and was just turning to leave when I stopped him and asked, ‘Could I get a glass of water? My water bottle is empty, and I’m thirsty.’ The peon nodded and left. A short while later, he returned with a glass of water, handed it to me, and departed. I drank the water. Madam said, ‘Finish your tea first. Then we’ll get down to business.’ With some trepidation, I picked up the teacup and began to sip. Madam was sipping in her tea as well, but her gaze remained fixed upon me the entire time. She kept watching me intently. Then, while sipping her tea, she began asking me questions about myself, where I was from, who was in my family, how I had fared in my studies previously, what my results were like in the 10th and 12th grades and in college, what my future aspirations were, and so on. I answered every single question she asked with precision. While conversing with me, Madam did not appear angry in the slightest. In fact, ever since I had entered this cabin, not once did I feel that she was upset with me or that she had summoned me here merely to scold me. I felt that she hadn't called me here to reprimand me, but rather to discuss something entirely different. Once we had finished our tea, Madam’s demeanor turned slightly serious again. She leaned forward in her seat, then reached over to the side of the table, retrieved a few files, and placed them on the tabletop. She opened each file and slid them across toward me. I saw that they contained papers related to my previous tests and assessments. I was still looking them over when Madam asked me, ‘Do you understand anything by looking at these?’ Without saying a word, I simply looked up at her. Madam then picking up two files herself, she said, ‘This is your file from last year, and this one is from this year. These two files contain every single test paper you’ve submitted. After tallying them carefully, I’ve come to feel that your mind has drifted a bit away from your studies. Hasn’t it?’ Now, what could I possibly say in response? I certainly couldn’t tell her that my poor results were entirely due to the fear and dread she instilled in me. If I were to say something like that, I’d be in deep trouble, she might even have me thrown out of the place. So, I simply said, ‘No, Madam, that’s not the case at all.’ Looking at me over the rim of her glasses, Madam replied, ‘If that’s not the case, then what is this? And why is it happening? Last year, every single one of your results was absolutely top-notch; why, then, are you consistently performing so poorly this year? Look here, see what you were supposed to write as the answer to this question versus what you actually wrote. You’ve made silly mistakes just like this in every single test you’ve taken this year. And what I simply cannot understand is: why? If you were weak in your studies, you would have been weak from the very beginning. It’s not possible, is it, for you to suddenly become weak in your studies overnight? If that is the case, then I need to know the reason behind it. Only then can we find a solution. Right? So, if you have anything at all to tell me regarding this, speak up freely, without any fear or hesitation. Because I absolutely do not want a promising student like you to end up being nothing more than just average.’ Having said this, she looked at me and waited for my response.”

“But at that moment, I had no answer to offer her. I simply couldn't figure out what to say. In truth, there really wasn't any specific reason I could share with her. Seeing my silence, Madam spoke up again, ‘You went home a few months ago, didn't you?’ I nodded and replied, ‘Yes, it was my maternal uncle’s wedding.’ Madam continued, ‘All your troubles seem to have started right after you returned from your uncle’s wedding. Since then, you’ve started performing poorly in all your tests and exams. Why is that? Did something happen at the wedding that caused your focus to shift away from your studies?’ The moment I heard Madam say this, thoughts of you (Pihu) immediately flooded my mind, specifically, the memory of our sexual encounter during Ani mama’s wedding. But obviously, I couldn't tell her about that! So, I said, ‘Nothing of the sort happened, Madam. Everything was perfectly normal.’ Madam looked at me and asked, ‘Do you take private tuition anywhere?’ I replied, ‘No. What the teachers here teach is sufficient for me. I haven't felt the need to take separate tuition. Although, I do occasionally use the internet for help.’ Hearing this, Madam shook her head and said, ‘No, that won't do. I think you need a tutor, someone who can guide you properly.’ I argued, ‘But Madam, the mid-term session is currently underway. At this time of year, every tuition batch is bound to be full. Besides, no private tutor would be willing to take on a new student in the middle of the academic year. So, what am I supposed to do?’ Hearing my point, Madam fell deep in thought for a moment. Then she asked, ‘Yes, you’re right about that. Well, couldn't one of the teachers from our own department tutor you?’ I replied, ‘Actually, none of our teachers offer private tuition. And even if they did, I’m not sure if any of them would be willing to tutor me individually.’ Madam then leaned back in her chair once again. She said, ‘In that case, things have become a bit difficult.’ I replied, ‘Madam, couldn't you just help me out yourself? If you put in a word, any teacher would be willing to tutor me.’ Madam said, ‘I could certainly ask. But I can't force anyone to do so. I asked, ‘Then what am I supposed to do?’ Looking directly at me now, Madam said, ‘There is one way I can help you.’ I asked, ‘What is it?’ Madam replied, ‘Instead of asking someone else, I could tutor you myself, if you wish.’ I liked the proposal of her very much. I said, ‘If you were to tutor me personally, nothing could be better! I am absolutely ready to study under your guidance.’ Interrupting me, Madam said, ‘Wait. Listen to everything I have to say first.’ Upon hearing this, I looked at her expectantly. Madam continued, ‘Look, I don't usually provide private tuition to anyone. However, you struck me as a bright and promising student; that is the sole reason I’ve decided to tutor you, specifically to help you out. And in return, I won't charge you a single penny. But, and this is crucial, if word gets out that I am tutoring you for free, every other student will insist on studying with me as well. And I wouldn't be able to turn them down, either; because, in my eyes, every single one of my students is equal. I cannot extend special favors to just one of them. That is why I am telling you: you must not mention to anyone that you are receiving private tuition from me. Do you understand?’ I immediately nodded and replied, ‘I understand completely, Madam. Please don't worry; I won't let a single soul get even the slightest inkling of this.’ Hearing my assurance, Madam smiled and said, ‘Good! Now, listen. I won't be able to tutor you in the mornings. I can only teach you in the evenings. You don't have any problem with that, do you?’ I replied, ‘Madam, honestly speaking, I don't have any problem with that at all, but I did mention to you...’ I explained to her, ‘The doors to our hostel are locked at 7:00 PM sharp. After that time, no one is permitted to leave the premises. Given this situation, how am I supposed to come to you for my studies at night?’ Upon hearing this, Madam paused to think for a moment, then asked, ‘Who is your hostel warden?’ I replied, Mr. Sukhvir, Madam.’ As soon as she heard the name, Madam began typing something on her laptop again. She then took a printout, signed it, and affixed her official stamp. She placed the document inside an envelope and wrote Sukhvir's name on the front. Handing the envelope to me, she said, ‘Give this envelope to your warden today itself. I have outlined everything inside. I hope you won't face any further difficulties from now on. I will also send you my home address via WhatsApp; you can arrive tomorrow evening after 7:00 PM. Well, let's wrap things up for today. I'll drop you off at your hostel.’ Saying this, Madam stood up. I rose as well. I was overjoyed that, starting tomorrow, Madam herself would be personally tutoring me. Furthermore, after spending so much time talking with her, I had come to a realization: she wears a facade of feigned arrogance, a mere disguise, so that her students remain intimidated by her. Yet, in reality, she possesses a very gentle heart. Had that not been the case, she would not have taken the initiative to concern herself with my situation, summoned me to her cabin, discussed my specific difficulties with me, and devised a solution to resolve them. I was truly delighted to have had this conversation with her.”

“That evening, Madam herself drove me all the way back to the hostel. Upon seeing me step out of her car, the watchman promptly opened the gate. Before I went inside, Madam cautioned me once again not to mention this to anyone and to hand her letter over to Sukhvir. As soon as I entered the hostel, I went straight to Sukhvir and gave him the letter Madam had written. After reading it, Sukhvir cast a surprised glance in my direction, though he didn't say much else. He simply told me that he would inform the watchman that, starting tomorrow, I was permitted to stay out of the hostel until late at night. No matter how late I returned, I was to be allowed inside; the hostel's 7 PM rule would not apply to me. Hearing this filled me with delight. I felt an urge to tell Alex about it. For one thing, since he didn't study in my department, there seemed to be no harm in confiding in him. The second reason was that I knew I wouldn't find any peace of mind until I had shared this news with him. Yet, despite all this, I decided not to tell him. The reasoning was that, even though Alex wasn't in my department, if word somehow got out through him, I would find myself in deep trouble. Weighing these consequences, I chose to remain silent. However, there was another complication. If I were to go to Madam's place in the evenings for tutoring, as was now the plan, I would obviously be returning late; this could arouse suspicion among the other students, who might wonder where I was coming from at such a late hour. I needed to have a plausible explanation ready in advance. Staying awake late into the night, I racked my brains and concocted a story. According to this narrative, in light of my poor academic results, Rozina Madam had personally arranged for me to enroll in a private tutoring program. Furthermore, it was at her specific request that I had been granted permission to remain outside the hostel until late at night. This story, I reasoned, would serve its purpose perfectly, solving the problem without creating any further complications. And so, with that thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep that night. The very next day, I received a message on my WhatsApp. I checked it and saw that, Rozina Ma'am had sent me her home address, where I was scheduled to arrive today at 7:00 PM. Just then, I received a call from Rozina Ma'am. When I answered, she said, ‘Listen, today is your first day of tutoring with me, so you will come to my house with me today. Starting tomorrow, you can make your own way there. Understood?’ I replied, ‘Alright. I’ll be waiting for you outside the university.’ Saying, ‘Okay,’ she hung up the call. Once my classes were over, I went outside the university and began waiting for her. Our classes usually ended by 5:00 PM. After waiting for about an hour, I spotted Ma'am's car approaching the university entrance. The previous night, she herself had driven me all the way to my hostel. I had assumed that today her driver would be behind the wheel. However, when her car pulled up right in front of me, I saw that she was driving it herself once again. Just as I had done the day before, I started to head toward the back seat to sit down, but she stopped me and said, ‘Not in the back. Come and sit in the front seat today. We can chat on the way there. My house is only half an hour away from here.’ Taking her advice, I got into the front passenger seat of her car. She then set off toward her home. After driving for about fifteen minutes, Ma'am pulled the car over at a restaurant. Leaving me seated in the car, she went inside the restaurant herself. About five minutes later, when she emerged, she was carrying a rather large package in her hands. It likely contained some food items. She placed the package on the back seat, got into the driver's seat, and said, ‘Since this is your first time visiting my home, I picked up some snacks and such. Generally, I don't care for fast food myself, but thanks to you, I get to have a 'cheat meal' today.’ With that, she started the car and turned it once again toward her home. After another journey of roughly fifteen minutes, the car came to a halt in the parking lot of a large apartment complex. I noticed that this apartment complex was a multi-story building. This meant that Madam lived in one of the flats within this very building. After parking the car in the lot, Madam stepped out herself and asked me to get out as well. She also instructed me to bring the food packet along with me. I retrieved the food packet from the back seat of the car. After locking the car, Madam asked me to follow her. I walked behind her and entered the apartment complex. She first approached the building's watchman, pointed me out, and said, ‘This boy will be coming to my flat every evening starting today to study. Take a good look at him, and let him in daily.’ Upon hearing Madam's instructions, the watchman nodded and asked me to sign a large register. I did so. Then, both of us headed toward the elevator. Once inside the elevator, Madam said, ‘I live on the ninth floor. My flat number is 914. Just come directly there.’ We took the elevator up to the ninth floor. From there, Madam led me toward her flat, which was locked from the outside. Madam unlocked her flat, stepped inside first, and then invited me in. As soon as I entered her flat, she closed the door from the inside.” (Contd.)

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