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Incest Secrets Of Chowdhury Family
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Once again I express my great sorrow for deleting all those parts fully. However I will try to compensate that by posting new modified ones.... Thanks.
OK..... Supriyaji....
Anyway, your 6-th part is no doubt a hot one showing many possibilities in future. The Headmistress Gurpreet looks a amazing character.
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( Part : 7 ) Ajmira Begum welcomed her friend Gurpreet and Jaspal..... and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks. Within minutes her Adibasi maid Malti Soren, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with some snacks and coffee.... and put them on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Birendra.
They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process.... which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul's poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend's view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching.
Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn't take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely..... sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected.... all those made her confused.
But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn't be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.
During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her ** yrs old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira.... pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty's trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!”
** yrs old Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother's Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she'd ever seen.
Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood.... and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal.
She was in her late thirties.... elder than Ajmira and Protima both.... hadn't any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son.
“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing.
Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”
Jaspal too was in his late thirties, two years older than his wife Gurpreet. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Bengalis and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her friend's big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was.... 'Built for comfort, not speed'.
“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Gurpreet, grinning at Abdul wickedly. “Can’t you, Abdul?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Abdul, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.
“You see? And sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Abdul?”
“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn ** tomorrow,” answered Abdul.
“See there, Ajmira, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Gurpreet. “You better work out, Abdul and involved yourself this week for arranging your mother's second marriage and keeping company with two sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.”
“Preet.... Check yourself!!” blurted Ajmira. Gurpreet was one of her best friends, but the elder Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced widow.
“Oh, relax, Ajmira, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Gurpreet, reaching forward and squeezing Abdul's shoulder. “Don’t you, Abdul?”
“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Abdul with a grin.... feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his mother's best friend. "I know a few things, Ma'am."
He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that the Headmistress of his school found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was young and take special Hindi coaching from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma'am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring on his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.
Ajmira turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her.
Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.
On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a porn in her Tab which she'd kept securely in her drawer and watch hard-core Hindi porn at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for opening her Secrecy to her boy.
Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it would be boomerang for both and check herself as she continued to watch his activity. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!
She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son started masturbating recently. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now.... even bigger than her late husband.
( Ajmira's cute son Abdul's Masterbation )
It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it's engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab's screen.
Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Ajmira felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for.
She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.
At that moment, Abdul's fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward.... erupting from the tip.... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock.
Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum.... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.
As his orgasm waned, Ajmira's embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Abdul that she was home.
All through the dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. That night, when her son was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for her Tab, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice..... he'd mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as 'Bhargobi' was acting as the hero's mother.
In the film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero's mother 'Bhargobi' entered the room and catch her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother's reaction. The mother at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son..... then one thing leads to another and they involved themselves in raunchy sex.
Ajmira stared at the video and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it's hiding place, leaving the room before her son came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her Maxi, the image of his beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Abdul actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?
As her mind swirled with these illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.
'I shouldn't be doing this', She thought. 'I can’t be thinking this way. It's the world's greatest sin. He’s my son..... till now a child! But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her cunt, which had known Birendra's lust-hardened cock few days ago in a hotel! She could guess it was her recent lover Birendra's savage fucking which suddenly raised the incestous desire for her own son.
“Ohhhh! Please pardon me, God!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.
Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi.... her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her... driving his-cock ( ! ) powerfully..... relentlessly toward his climax?
She could almost feel her boys manly cock inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, drinking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of hot semen into her wildly clasping cunt, emptying the contents of his balls inside her
And then she was cumming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure. She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her.
She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of her lover Birendra's recent fucking..... yes, that was intensified her craving for her son.
Ajmira was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from Jaspal. “I said…what’s the plan for tomorrow, Ajmira?”
“Oh….I’m sorry, Jasbhai,” said Ajmira in confusion. “I must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party here, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a buying scheduled for tomorrow morning, with my father. You know he's supposed to have great hands in driving.”
“I hear once Protima's mother says your father is really good,” said Ajmira. "Promila aunty often praised his driving."
“Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Gurpreet with a naughty grin..... and then looking at her husband's eyes, she continued. “If you don't mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body..... what do you think, dear!”
"You know, I would gladly accept that.... if Ajmira is OK with that," Jaspal laughed.
"Oh Jasbhai, please hold your tongue.... he is my father," Ajmira protested mildly.
( Gurpreet, Jaspal & Ajmira's Discusson about Ajmira's second marriage )
"So what Ajmira, you know he is without a woman for a long time..... he has needs also. I once see him hugging Promila aunty."
"OK.... I agree with you..... but now leave the matter. I want to focus on my marriage." Ajmira replied.
“Right you're..... So tomorrow morning we're going to the marketing as the marriage isn't far away,” said Gurpreet, eyeing Abdul. “I think you could accompany us.”
"That sounds good, Preet and I think Abdul has no problem," said his mother.
“But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper from tomorrow morning, so I'll be in my room..... from now I don't waste a moment,” said Abdul, looking forward to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty.
"Sounds good!” Jaspal supported him. “I hope you would succeed in your goal.”
"But I'll loose the company of a cute boy..... and also miss a lot more of him, too," said Gurpreet, laughing.
"What do you mean by 'a lot more him'.... is it his joy-stick?" Jaspal laughed.... eyeing at Abdul's crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed.
Ajmira partially turned and gave Gurpreet and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way..... and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Gurpreet was paying so much attention to her son?
She resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway.
“OK ladies, I think you've enough talk,” said Aslam, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment.... I'm feeling really hungry.”
That evening, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Ajmira's one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Abdul went to his own room after taking some breads and chiken. The three adults talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
“So, Ajmira, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” said Gurpreet, sipping her fourth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!”
“Including you, huh?” said Ajmira, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Preet, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, he’s dated my fiance's daughter Maria. You know she is already engaged with Protima's son Pobitro.... so, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I like what I see,” said Gurpreet, grinning. “He’s a very handsome boy, and we’ve got him all to ourselves during your marriage. C’mon, Ajmira, don’t tell me you’ve never looked at him the same way I did!”
“Yes Ajmira..... Preet is right. However, we shouldn't think about the taboo matter..!” laughed Jaspal. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, mind you. I’ll bet he’s got LOTS of energy..….”
“I can’t believe you two are sitting in my room and openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!” protested Ajmira strongly.
Gurpreet giggled. “I’m sorry, Ajmira. But if it wasn’t him, it’d be someone else. All I can say is, I’d better find SOMEONE to play with while we’re up here, or I’ll go crazy! And Ajmira, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Don’t bother to deny it!”
“Let’s face it, we could all use it,” said Jaspal, draining his glass. "But it's not harder for you as you still haven't a husband. You are free to go pick up some guy from anywhere."
“I’m not interested in just a fuck,” said Ajmira. “I’d like to have a relationship and that's why I select Maria and Bahadur's father Birendra.”
“Yes, Birendra is no doubt a gentleman!” Said Gurpreet. “But if you can’t find someone like Birendra to have a deep relationship with, what’s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then? And if that belongs a teenage like your son, it would be even better.”
"Oh stop talking about my son." Ajmira again blurted.
“Okay, Okay..., here’s the million dollar question,” said Gurpreet, grinning salaciously. “Have you seen it?”
“Seen what?”
“Your son's cock, of course!”
Ajmira looked shocked again. “Preet! What a rubbish question!”
“I’ll bet it’s big!” said Gurpreet. “I often have notice his big bulge.... I'm sure his shaft would be bigger than average. Just few days ago, I accidentally noticed him pissing against the fence of my school. Although he was flaccid at that moment, it was at least five inches long. Can you imagine when it would be hard.... I'm sure it would be at least eight inches. Ajmira, don’t tell me you never snuck a peek. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No!” said Ajmira strongly..... however, instantly visions of her son gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. “Oh I've told you several times, he’s my son!”
“I agree.... but he’s a male, Ajmira,” Gurpreet raised her logic. “And you’ve been without one for way too long. I’ll bet you peeked.”
“Well….” said Ajmira, hesitating. Her Punjabi friend always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. “As a matter of fact….I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.”
“W....w...h....h...atttttt....???” exclaimed Jaspal.
“Ohhhh, my God!” said Gurpreet. “What did you do? Were you excited?”
“What do you think, Preet? I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.”
“If I were his mother I’d have offered to help,” grinned Gurpreet.
“I’ll bet you would!” laughed her husband. “So…how big WAS it, Ajmira?”
“I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son's masterbation and the size of his penis!” protested Ajmira meekly. “All right, he has a lovely big cock.... as you expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband.... it's what you want to hear?”
“Yes dear.... but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?”
“We are simply NOT having this conversation, Preet!” said Ajmira, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Gurpreet laughed. “All right Ajmira, I guess we’ve badgered you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more RUM.”
Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Jaspal and Gurpreet left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Gurpreet said goodnight to Ajmira at the door to her room, then watched as she walked towards the guestroom.
Ten minutes later Gurpreet saw the lights in Ajmira's room go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it's hem pasts her. Very calmly, she chalked out her plan as she smiled lewdly and walked quietly to Abdul's nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door.
“Abdul,” she whispered. “It’s your Ma'am!”
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Abdul peered out. “Ma'am you! What's the matter?”
“Let me in, Abdul. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Um…sure, Ma'am. Please come on in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Gurpreet walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
“Come over and sit down, Abdul,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”
Abdul moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there.
“Abdul, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the living room. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ma'am. It didn’t bother me.”
“I know, but I think it bothered your mother.”
“She still thinks of me as a boy sometimes,” said Abdul sarcastically.
“Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a boy any more," Gurpreet said slyly..... then changing the subject, she continued, "Listen, Abdul, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven't a boy and so I treat you as my own. I want to see you being an established and reputed person in future.”
( Gurpreet's motivation to her favourite student Abdul )
“It's OK Ma'am.... I'll try to follow your advice.”
“Well…do you remember when I gave you Hindi coaching with Pobitro last year?”
“Sure, Ma'am, it was when I was a young…how could I forget that?”
"OK.... Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you scored very poor and I didn't expect that from you. You are my favourite student..... and secondary exam isn't far away, the reputation of my school now totally depends on your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching.... yes, I've already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance." Gurpreet sighed as Abdul nodded positively lowering his head shyly.
Cont.....
They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process.... which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul's poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend's view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching.
Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn't take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely..... sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected.... all those made her confused.
But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn't be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.
During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her ** yrs old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira.... pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty's trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!”
** yrs old Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother's Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she'd ever seen.
Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood.... and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal.
She was in her late thirties.... elder than Ajmira and Protima both.... hadn't any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son.
“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing.
Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”
Jaspal too was in his late thirties, two years older than his wife Gurpreet. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Bengalis and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her friend's big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was.... 'Built for comfort, not speed'.
“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Gurpreet, grinning at Abdul wickedly. “Can’t you, Abdul?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Abdul, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.
“You see? And sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Abdul?”
“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn ** tomorrow,” answered Abdul.
“See there, Ajmira, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Gurpreet. “You better work out, Abdul and involved yourself this week for arranging your mother's second marriage and keeping company with two sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.”
“Preet.... Check yourself!!” blurted Ajmira. Gurpreet was one of her best friends, but the elder Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced widow.
“Oh, relax, Ajmira, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Gurpreet, reaching forward and squeezing Abdul's shoulder. “Don’t you, Abdul?”
“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Abdul with a grin.... feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his mother's best friend. "I know a few things, Ma'am."
He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that the Headmistress of his school found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was young and take special Hindi coaching from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma'am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring on his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.
Ajmira turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her.
Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.
On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a porn in her Tab which she'd kept securely in her drawer and watch hard-core Hindi porn at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for opening her Secrecy to her boy.
Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it would be boomerang for both and check herself as she continued to watch his activity. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!
She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son started masturbating recently. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now.... even bigger than her late husband.
( Ajmira's cute son Abdul's Masterbation )
It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it's engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab's screen.
Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Ajmira felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for.
She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.
At that moment, Abdul's fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward.... erupting from the tip.... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock.
Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum.... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.
As his orgasm waned, Ajmira's embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Abdul that she was home.
All through the dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. That night, when her son was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for her Tab, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice..... he'd mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as 'Bhargobi' was acting as the hero's mother.
In the film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero's mother 'Bhargobi' entered the room and catch her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother's reaction. The mother at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son..... then one thing leads to another and they involved themselves in raunchy sex.
Ajmira stared at the video and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it's hiding place, leaving the room before her son came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her Maxi, the image of his beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Abdul actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?
As her mind swirled with these illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.
'I shouldn't be doing this', She thought. 'I can’t be thinking this way. It's the world's greatest sin. He’s my son..... till now a child! But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her cunt, which had known Birendra's lust-hardened cock few days ago in a hotel! She could guess it was her recent lover Birendra's savage fucking which suddenly raised the incestous desire for her own son.
“Ohhhh! Please pardon me, God!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.
Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi.... her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her... driving his-cock ( ! ) powerfully..... relentlessly toward his climax?
She could almost feel her boys manly cock inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, drinking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of hot semen into her wildly clasping cunt, emptying the contents of his balls inside her
And then she was cumming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure. She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her.
She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of her lover Birendra's recent fucking..... yes, that was intensified her craving for her son.
Ajmira was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from Jaspal. “I said…what’s the plan for tomorrow, Ajmira?”
“Oh….I’m sorry, Jasbhai,” said Ajmira in confusion. “I must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party here, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a buying scheduled for tomorrow morning, with my father. You know he's supposed to have great hands in driving.”
“I hear once Protima's mother says your father is really good,” said Ajmira. "Promila aunty often praised his driving."
“Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Gurpreet with a naughty grin..... and then looking at her husband's eyes, she continued. “If you don't mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body..... what do you think, dear!”
"You know, I would gladly accept that.... if Ajmira is OK with that," Jaspal laughed.
"Oh Jasbhai, please hold your tongue.... he is my father," Ajmira protested mildly.
( Gurpreet, Jaspal & Ajmira's Discusson about Ajmira's second marriage )
"So what Ajmira, you know he is without a woman for a long time..... he has needs also. I once see him hugging Promila aunty."
"OK.... I agree with you..... but now leave the matter. I want to focus on my marriage." Ajmira replied.
“Right you're..... So tomorrow morning we're going to the marketing as the marriage isn't far away,” said Gurpreet, eyeing Abdul. “I think you could accompany us.”
"That sounds good, Preet and I think Abdul has no problem," said his mother.
“But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper from tomorrow morning, so I'll be in my room..... from now I don't waste a moment,” said Abdul, looking forward to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty.
"Sounds good!” Jaspal supported him. “I hope you would succeed in your goal.”
"But I'll loose the company of a cute boy..... and also miss a lot more of him, too," said Gurpreet, laughing.
"What do you mean by 'a lot more him'.... is it his joy-stick?" Jaspal laughed.... eyeing at Abdul's crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed.
Ajmira partially turned and gave Gurpreet and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way..... and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Gurpreet was paying so much attention to her son?
She resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway.
“OK ladies, I think you've enough talk,” said Aslam, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment.... I'm feeling really hungry.”
That evening, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Ajmira's one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Abdul went to his own room after taking some breads and chiken. The three adults talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
“So, Ajmira, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” said Gurpreet, sipping her fourth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!”
“Including you, huh?” said Ajmira, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Preet, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, he’s dated my fiance's daughter Maria. You know she is already engaged with Protima's son Pobitro.... so, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I like what I see,” said Gurpreet, grinning. “He’s a very handsome boy, and we’ve got him all to ourselves during your marriage. C’mon, Ajmira, don’t tell me you’ve never looked at him the same way I did!”
“Yes Ajmira..... Preet is right. However, we shouldn't think about the taboo matter..!” laughed Jaspal. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, mind you. I’ll bet he’s got LOTS of energy..….”
“I can’t believe you two are sitting in my room and openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!” protested Ajmira strongly.
Gurpreet giggled. “I’m sorry, Ajmira. But if it wasn’t him, it’d be someone else. All I can say is, I’d better find SOMEONE to play with while we’re up here, or I’ll go crazy! And Ajmira, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Don’t bother to deny it!”
“Let’s face it, we could all use it,” said Jaspal, draining his glass. "But it's not harder for you as you still haven't a husband. You are free to go pick up some guy from anywhere."
“I’m not interested in just a fuck,” said Ajmira. “I’d like to have a relationship and that's why I select Maria and Bahadur's father Birendra.”
“Yes, Birendra is no doubt a gentleman!” Said Gurpreet. “But if you can’t find someone like Birendra to have a deep relationship with, what’s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then? And if that belongs a teenage like your son, it would be even better.”
"Oh stop talking about my son." Ajmira again blurted.
“Okay, Okay..., here’s the million dollar question,” said Gurpreet, grinning salaciously. “Have you seen it?”
“Seen what?”
“Your son's cock, of course!”
Ajmira looked shocked again. “Preet! What a rubbish question!”
“I’ll bet it’s big!” said Gurpreet. “I often have notice his big bulge.... I'm sure his shaft would be bigger than average. Just few days ago, I accidentally noticed him pissing against the fence of my school. Although he was flaccid at that moment, it was at least five inches long. Can you imagine when it would be hard.... I'm sure it would be at least eight inches. Ajmira, don’t tell me you never snuck a peek. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No!” said Ajmira strongly..... however, instantly visions of her son gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. “Oh I've told you several times, he’s my son!”
“I agree.... but he’s a male, Ajmira,” Gurpreet raised her logic. “And you’ve been without one for way too long. I’ll bet you peeked.”
“Well….” said Ajmira, hesitating. Her Punjabi friend always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. “As a matter of fact….I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.”
“W....w...h....h...atttttt....???” exclaimed Jaspal.
“Ohhhh, my God!” said Gurpreet. “What did you do? Were you excited?”
“What do you think, Preet? I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.”
“If I were his mother I’d have offered to help,” grinned Gurpreet.
“I’ll bet you would!” laughed her husband. “So…how big WAS it, Ajmira?”
“I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son's masterbation and the size of his penis!” protested Ajmira meekly. “All right, he has a lovely big cock.... as you expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband.... it's what you want to hear?”
“Yes dear.... but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?”
“We are simply NOT having this conversation, Preet!” said Ajmira, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Gurpreet laughed. “All right Ajmira, I guess we’ve badgered you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more RUM.”
Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Jaspal and Gurpreet left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Gurpreet said goodnight to Ajmira at the door to her room, then watched as she walked towards the guestroom.
Ten minutes later Gurpreet saw the lights in Ajmira's room go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it's hem pasts her. Very calmly, she chalked out her plan as she smiled lewdly and walked quietly to Abdul's nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door.
“Abdul,” she whispered. “It’s your Ma'am!”
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Abdul peered out. “Ma'am you! What's the matter?”
“Let me in, Abdul. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Um…sure, Ma'am. Please come on in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Gurpreet walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
“Come over and sit down, Abdul,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”
Abdul moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there.
“Abdul, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the living room. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ma'am. It didn’t bother me.”
“I know, but I think it bothered your mother.”
“She still thinks of me as a boy sometimes,” said Abdul sarcastically.
“Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a boy any more," Gurpreet said slyly..... then changing the subject, she continued, "Listen, Abdul, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven't a boy and so I treat you as my own. I want to see you being an established and reputed person in future.”
( Gurpreet's motivation to her favourite student Abdul )
“It's OK Ma'am.... I'll try to follow your advice.”
“Well…do you remember when I gave you Hindi coaching with Pobitro last year?”
“Sure, Ma'am, it was when I was a young…how could I forget that?”
"OK.... Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you scored very poor and I didn't expect that from you. You are my favourite student..... and secondary exam isn't far away, the reputation of my school now totally depends on your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching.... yes, I've already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance." Gurpreet sighed as Abdul nodded positively lowering his head shyly.
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Fantastic update. Eagerly waiting to see Abdul and Gurpreet's romance.( Part : 7 ) Ajmira Begum welcomed her friend Gurpreet and Jaspal..... and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks. Within minutes her Adibasi maid Malti Soren, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with some snacks and coffee.... and put them on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Birendra.
They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process.... which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul's poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend's view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching.
Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn't take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely..... sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected.... all those made her confused.
But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn't be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.
During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her ** yrs old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira.... pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty's trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!”
** yrs old Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother's Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she'd ever seen.
Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood.... and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school in which he had been studying from Class-V, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal.
She was in her late thirties.... elder than Ajmira and Protima both.... hadn't any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son.
“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing.
Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”
Jaspal too was in his late thirties, two years older than his wife Gurpreet. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Bengalis and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her Muslim friend's big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was.... 'Built for comfort, not speed'.
“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Gurpreet, grinning at Abdul wickedly. “Can’t you, Abdul?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Abdul, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.
“You see? And sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Abdul?”
“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn ** tomorrow,” answered Abdul.
“See there, Ajmira, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Gurpreet. “You better work out, Abdul and involved yourself this week for arranging your mother's second marriage and keeping company with two sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.”
“Preet.... Check yourself!!” blurted Ajmira. Gurpreet was one of her best friends, but the elder Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Muslim widow.
“Oh, relax, Ajmira, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Gurpreet, reaching forward and squeezing Abdul's shoulder. “Don’t you, Abdul?”
“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Abdul with a grin.... feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his mother's best friend. "I know a few things, Ma'am."
He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that the Headmistress of his school found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and take special Hindi coaching from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma'am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring on his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.
Ajmira turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her.
Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.
On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a porn in her Tab which she'd kept securely in her drawer and watch hard-core Hindi porn at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for opening her Secrecy to her kid.
Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it would be boomerang for both and check herself as she continued to watch his activity. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!
She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son started masturbating recently. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now.... even bigger than her late husband.
( Ajmira's cute son Abdul's Masterbation )
It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it's engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab's screen.
Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Ajmira felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for.
She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.
At that moment, Abdul's fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward.... erupting from the tip.... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock.
Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum.... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.
As his orgasm waned, Ajmira's embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Abdul that she was home.
All through the dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. That night, when her son was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for her Tab, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice..... he'd mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as 'Bhargobi' was acting as the hero's mother.
In the film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero's mother 'Bhargobi' entered the room and catch her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother's reaction. The mother at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son..... then one thing leads to another and they involved themselves in raunchy sex.
Ajmira stared at the video and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it's hiding place, leaving the room before her son came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her Maxi, the image of his beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Abdul actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?
As her mind swirled with these illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.
'I shouldn't be doing this', She thought. 'I can’t be thinking this way. It's the world's greatest sin. He’s my son..... till now a child! But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her cunt, which had known Birendra's lust-hardened cock few days ago in a hotel! She could guess it was her Birendra's savage fucking which suddenly raised the incestous desire for her own son.
“Oh Allah! Please pardon me!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.
Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi.... her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her... driving his kid-cock ( ! ) powerfully..... relentlessly toward his climax?
She could almost feel her kid's manly cock inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, drinking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of hot semen into her wildly clasping cunt, emptying the contents of his balls inside her, in the place that had given birth to him twelve years ago.
And then she was cumming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure. She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her.
She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of her lover Birendra's recent fucking..... yes, that was intensified her craving for her son.
Ajmira was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from Jaspal. “I said…what’s the plan for tomorrow, Ajmira?”
“Oh….I’m sorry, Jasbhai,” said Ajmira in confusion. “I must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party here, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a buying scheduled for tomorrow morning, with my father. You know he's supposed to have great hands in driving.”
“I hear once Protima's mother says your father is really good,” said Ajmira. "Promila aunty often praised his driving."
“Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Gurpreet with a naughty grin..... and then looking at her husband's eyes, she continued. “If you don't mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body..... what do you think, dear!”
"You know, I would gladly accept that.... if Ajmira is OK with that," Jaspal laughed.
"Oh Jasbhai, please hold your tongue.... he is my father," Ajmira protested mildly.
( Gurpreet, Jaspal & Ajmira's Discusson about Ajmira's second marriage )
"So what Ajmira, you know he is without a woman for a long time..... he has needs also. I once see him hugging Promila aunty."
"OK.... I agree with you..... but now leave the matter. I want to focus on my marriage." Ajmira replied.
“Right you're..... So tomorrow morning we're going to the marketing as the marriage isn't far away,” said Gurpreet, eyeing Abdul. “I think you could accompany us.”
"That sounds good, Preet and I think Abdul has no problem," said his mother.
“But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper tomorrow morning, so I'll be in my room..... from now I don't waste a moment,” said Abdul, looking forward to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty.
"Sounds good!” Jaspal supported him. “I hope you would succeed in your goal.”
"But I'll loose the company of a cute boy..... and also miss a lot more of him, too," said Gurpreet, laughing.
"What do you mean by 'a lot more him'.... is it his joy-stick?" Jaspal laughed.... eyeing at Abdul's crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed.
Ajmira partially turned and gave Gurpreet and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way..... and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Gurpreet was paying so much attention to her son?
She resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway.
“OK ladies, I think you've enough talk,” said Aslam, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment.... I'm feeling really hungry.”
That evening, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Ajmira's one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Abdul went to his own room after taking some breads and chiken. The three adults talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
“So, Ajmira, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” said Gurpreet, sipping her fourth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!”
“Including you, huh?” said Ajmira, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Preet, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, he’s dated my fiance's daughter Maria. You know she is already engaged with Protima's son Pobitro.... so, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I like what I see,” said Gurpreet, grinning. “He’s a very handsome kid, and we’ve got him all to ourselves during your marriage. C’mon, Ajmira, don’t tell me you’ve never looked at him the same way I did!”
“Yes Ajmira..... Preet is right. However, we shouldn't think about the taboo matter..!” laughed Jaspal. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, mind you. I’ll bet he’s got LOTS of energy..….”
“I can’t believe you two are sitting in my room and openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!” protested Ajmira strongly.
Gurpreet giggled. “I’m sorry, Ajmira. But if it wasn’t him, it’d be someone else. All I can say is, I’d better find SOMEONE to play with while we’re up here, or I’ll go crazy! And Ajmira, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Don’t bother to deny it!”
“Let’s face it, we could all use it,” said Jaspal, draining his glass. "But it's not harder for you as you still haven't a husband. You are free to go pick up some guy from anywhere."
“I’m not interested in just a fuck,” said Ajmira. “I’d like to have a relationship and that's why I select Maria and Bahadur's father Birendra.”
“Yes, Birendra is no doubt a gentleman!” Said Gurpreet. “But if you can’t find someone like Birendra to have a deep relationship with, what’s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then? And if that belongs a teenage like your son, it would be even better.”
"Oh stop talking about my son." Ajmira again blurted.
“Okay, Okay..., here’s the million dollar question,” said Gurpreet, grinning salaciously. “Have you seen it?”
“Seen what?”
“Your son's cock, of course!”
Ajmira looked shocked again. “Preet! What a rubbish question!”
“I’ll bet it’s big!” said Gurpreet. “I often have notice his big bulge.... I'm sure his shaft would be bigger than average. Just few days ago, I accidentally noticed him pissing against the fence of my school. Although he was flaccid at that moment, it was at least five inches long. Can you imagine when it would be hard.... I'm sure it would be at least eight inches. Ajmira, don’t tell me you never snuck a peek. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No!” said Ajmira strongly..... however, instantly visions of her son gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. “Oh I've told you several times, he’s my son!”
“I agree.... but he’s a male, Ajmira,” Gurpreet raised her logic. “And you’ve been without one for way too long. I’ll bet you peeked.”
“Well….” said Ajmira, hesitating. Her Punjabi friend always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. “As a matter of fact….I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.”
“W....w...h....h...atttttt....???” exclaimed Jaspal.
“Ohhhh, my God!” said Gurpreet. “What did you do? Were you excited?”
“What do you think, Preet? I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.”
“If I were his mother I’d have offered to help,” grinned Gurpreet.
“I’ll bet you would!” laughed her husband. “So…how big WAS it, Ajmira?”
“I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son's masterbation and the size of his penis!” protested Ajmira meekly. “All right, he has a lovely big cock.... as you expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband.... it's what you want to hear?”
“Yes dear.... but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?”
“We are simply NOT having this conversation, Preet!” said Ajmira, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Gurpreet laughed. “All right Ajmira, I guess we’ve badgered you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more RUM.”
Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Jaspal and Gurpreet left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Gurpreet said goodnight to Ajmira at the door to her room, then watched as she walked towards the guestroom.
Ten minutes later Gurpreet saw the lights in Ajmira's room go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it's hem pasts her. Very calmly, she chalked out her plan as she smiled lewdly and walked quietly to Abdul's nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door.
“Abdul,” she whispered. “It’s your Ma'am!”
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Abdul peered out. “Ma'am you! What's the matter?”
“Let me in, Abdul. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Um…sure, Ma'am. Please come on in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Gurpreet walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
“Come over and sit down, Abdul,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”
Abdul moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there.
“Abdul, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the living room. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ma'am. It didn’t bother me.”
“I know, but I think it bothered your mother.”
“She still thinks of me as a kid sometimes,” said Abdul sarcastically.
“Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a kid any more," Gurpreet said slyly..... then changing the subject, she continued, "Listen, Abdul, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven't a kid and so I treat you as my own. I want to see you a established and reputed person in future.”
( Gurpreet's motivation to her favourite student Abdul )
“It's OK Ma'am.... I'll try to follow your advice.”
“Well…do you remember when I gave you Hindi coaching with Pobitro last year?”
“Sure, Ma'am, it was when I was a student of Class-VII…how could I forget that?”
"OK.... Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you scored very poor and I didn't expect that from you. You are my favourite student..... and secondary exam isn't far away, the reputation of my school now totally depends on your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching.... yes, I've already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance." Gurpreet sighed as Abdul nodded positively lowering his head shyly.
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( Part : 8 ) Being motivated by Gurpreet Ma'am's soothing speech, Abdul started reading the notes more attentively from next morning given by her..... even keeping himself away from his favourite cricket playing. Anyway, that day was Sunday..... no school and so taking some breakfast, he drowned himself in his studies.
After one hour of studying, he needed to take a leak. So he walked to the bathroom passing his mother's bedroom door. It was closed but he could hear some noises that sounded like moans of someone in pain.
"Oh, Ohhhhhh Malti, that is so good, don't stop! Aaaah....., I'm cuming...... I'm cumming! Oh, keep doing it, keep doing it!'
Abdul didn't know what was going on but he was a little scared to knock on her door. But before that he went to the bathroom and got his cock out and peed. It seemed to take a long time and he was still standing there with the last few drops of piss dripping down when the door suddenly opened behind him. It was his mother. She was wearing a towel around her body but nothing else that he could see.
"Oh, Abdul, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there." His mother apologized.
"It's OK, Ammi, I'm just finished." He said..... then shaking the last drops of urine off from his cock and pulling his Bermuda up. He wasn't embarrassed for his mother to see his cock of course.... she had seen it many times before. She was his mother! Abdul thought she even glanced down at his cock while he was tucking it away
"But are you OK? I thought I heard you crying in your room." He said in which his mother looked embarrassed.
"Oh, Malti was giving me a massage, and it can be quite hard sometimes. I'm fine now. Thanks for being concerned for your mother." She smiled at him.
Abdul left the bathroom and closed the door for her to piss in private. As he walked past his mother's room, the door was ajar. He glanced in. Malti-Masi was lying on the bed with no clothes on! She was smoking a 'Bidi' in her right hand. She had dark, tanned skin, and he could see one of her tits. it was large and black, with a big dark nipple sticking straight up at it's middle.
Between her legs was a huge bush of dark curly hair. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing slowly. He stared for a long while. He didn't hear his mother come up behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and drew him away to his room. They sat on the bed.
"Now, Abdul," She began. "You know Malti is just like a member of our family. She loves us so dearly.... isn't it Sona?" Ajmira said in which he just nodded looking at his mother's eyes.
"We two like to do grown up girl stuff with each other. Don't worry about it, but we would like to keep it private. One day you'll understand. But don't tell anyone about this, OK?'
"Why not Ammi?" He asked innocently.
"Because... well, because your Malti-Masi and I do stuff with each other that is done only secretly and in a closed room. And our society like to make filthy gossips about this, and I don't want that, OK?'
"OK, Ammi, I understand. I won't say anything."
"Thanks, Sona." Ajmira looked at her son in a strange sort of way.
( Ajmira's affection for her son Abdul alias Karim )
Then suddenly his mother kissed him on the lips which she did never. She held her mouth against him for a little while and he could taste her lipstick. It was nice, in a girl sort of way..... although she was his own mother and her breath was hot and musky. Suddenly he felt strange and gave a little squirm. She broke the kiss and looked at him again.
"You're growing up so fast, Sona. You don't really understand now, but soon you will find out." She smiled knowingly as he stood up in front of her and she put her hand on his chest, and slowly moved it down. When she got to his cock ( even though he had his half-pants on ) she gave it a little squeeze over the pants. "Oh yes, I could feel it.... you're growing up mighty fast."
She then stood up and adjusted her towel. He caught a flash of her tits. His mother's tits were as large as Malti-Masi.... yes, they became larger after his sister Taslima's birth, but her skin was much paler and her nipples were pink. She swiftly covered those up.
"I'm going to breastfeed your sister. You can come out and help your Malti-Masi few minutes for cooking, if you like..... till I come back."
"OK, Ammi," Nodding his head, he went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Malti-Masi's coming.
He could hear his mother talking with Malti-Masi softly in her room. After a little while, his mother and Malti-Masi came out. His mother was wearing a Maxi, but Malti-Masi was wearing a blouse and a Saree..... pulling it above her knee....as if like a skirt.... like most of normal Adibasi women.
"OK, Malti.... I've to breastfeed my baby.... so take help from Abdul if you require," said his mother, and gave the Adibasi maid a quick kiss on her black lips.
"Thanks Didimoni, no need for help.... I'll do myself?' They hugged as Malti-Masi returned the kiss, "You're so is so good, Didimoni. And Choto-Malik is really growing up fast.... isn't he?'
"Oh, yes, that he is, Malti," His mother smiled happily as she walked towards her room.
"You're a good boy...... now sit down here like a good boy and let me finish my work," She said..... taking his hand as she helped him to sit on a nearby stool and then sitting on the floor, she started cutting some vegetables.
Normally when women cut the vegetables, they sit their bottoms down on the floor, and then put their legs under their ass so that you can't see their underwear. But Malti-Masi didn't do this! As she sat down on her ass, she spread her folded knees and as a result her Saree lifted up further which was previously left above her knee.
Abdul couldn't help but looking between her spread legs! She was wearing neither a Saya ( Petticoat ) nor a panties under her Saree, and he could see her unobstructed black cunt in all it's hairy glory.
There it was, a big, wet reddish slit with darkened swollen lips on either side, and a little finger glistening with moisture.... poking out at the top. The great forest of curly black hair spread either side..... covering everything else. She must have given him few seconds intentionally to stare at it.
"Oh, you naughty boys, you're all the same, can't get enough of looking at a woman's hairy old cunt, can you!" She laughed. "I could guess that's not the first time you've looked at it, is it? I spotted you peering around the bathroom's door earlier when your mother was talking a bath! You're a proper little voyeur..... aren't you, Sona?"
Abdul didn't know what to say. However she allowed him to watch few more seconds before she pressed her legs. He then turned to leave the kitchen and said smilingly, "OK, Masi, you're so good.... it's nice to see your hidden treasure.'
"I know it was, Abdul, and if you study more and score good in your exam, I might let you see a lot more." She blew a kiss at him and started cooking.
He felt a tingling sensation between his legs, and put his hand down the front of his pants. His relatively big cock was rock, rock hard at that moment. Suddenly he was looking forward to the event very much indeed..... expecting much more to happen today!
He was just a student of Class-VIII.... very naive but he knew what a boy had between his legs. He knew boys had penises, as he had one, and he had seen his 2 older friends' cocks when they all gathered around the toilet bowl after cricket practice.
Once he had seen his grandfather Aslam's adult penis, but never really took notice. However he could notice that it wasn't largely different except in size.... yes, his Nana ( grandfather ) was much larger in length and width. So, naive, green as grass, innocent, and slightly gullible.
The time he found out about real sex, was the week Malti-Masi came home next day from the market after buying some groceries. To look after his little baby sister, Malti-Masi had to stay with them and she had her own room just besides his widow mother's bedroom. His Mother and grandfather had theirs' own, and he himself liked to stay in the guest room over the hall from his mother's room.
That particular night, he had gone to bed as usual in his pyjamas, and was deeply asleep, when he felt someone shaking him. He rolled over in bed, but couldn't see who it was in the dark.
"Hey wake up, it's me," Whispered a voice from the dark. He recognised that voice. It was Malti-Masi. "Hey wake up," She whispered again slightly louder.
"What's the matter?" He whispered back in a startling voice.
"Do you want to have some fun?" She asked.
"I dunno, what sort of fun?" He asked quietly.
"Fun fun, you'll see," She grinned.
"OK, I guess so," He whispered.
"OK, come with me.".
"Where?" He asked with a surprise, not wanting to leave his warm bed.
"Come on, get out of bed, come with me," She whispered forcefully.
"OK" He replied, throwing back the covers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
She grabbed his hand and whispered, "Don't make any noise, we don't want to wake your mother and Nana ( grandfather ) up"
"OK, I'll try," He whispered back, feeling his way in the dark.
They left his room and turned right and crept down the hallway to her bedroom. She pulled him inside, then closed the door so quietly, that he didn't even hear the lock click. She took his hand again and guided him over to her bed.
"Get in," She whispered. So he climbed in and slid over as she slid in beside him.
"So what's the fun?" He queried anxiously.
"This," She replied as she rose upon one elbow, leaned down and kissed him gently on his lips.
He opened his eyes wide, but instinctively puckered up as she moved her lips over his. They felt so warm and moist and soft. She broke the kiss and asked, "Did you like that?"
"Yeah, I guess," He answered.
"Good, now for the serious stuff," She whispered in his ear.
She then bent down and kissed him again. He responded, but was shocked when she poked her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. She licked his teeth, and gums, then probed deeper. He opened his mouth a bit to allow their black Santhali Maid's tongue to go deeper. She played with his tongue, and soon they were battling tongues and sliding their lips over each other's mouth.
While they were battling tongues, Malti reached between their bodies, took his hand and placed it on her tits. She placed her hand over his and squeezed. Her tits gave way as she circled his hand around her tits and over the nipple, which were getting hard. He felt the hard nubbin and took it between his two fingers and gently squeezed.
This made the Older Maid start to breathe faster, and push her tongue deeper into the college boy mouth. Few moments later, she broke the kiss, sat up in bed and took her only Saree off. Now being fully naked, she lay down on her back and placed his hand on her tits again. Her deeply tanned skin was warm and so soft and yielding.
She took his hand and slid it down her rounded tummy until his fingertips brushed something springy. She moved his hand down further between her legs, and pushed his fingers up against her hairy cunt. She then moved his hand round in small circles, occasionally pushing his fingers up. He soon got the hang of it and was doing it himself.
She grabbed her own tits and started caressing and pinching the nipples, whilst bringing her lips and tongue back to his mouth. She was breathing deep and faster. He pushed his fingers further up against her swollen labia, and was suddenly surprised when they broke through the bush, and he felt his fingers in a warm wet soft tunnel. He circled around the inside of this wonderfully soft tunnel which seemed to excite the low-class Adibasi maid more.
Suddenly she broke their kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, this isn't fair, I have nothing on but you are still dressed. Why don't you take your pyjama off?"
He shrugged at the logic, so he unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then lifted his bum off the bed and pulled the bottoms off, kicking them to the bottom of the bed.
"Is that better?" He asked.
"Oh yes," She replied.
He felt her hands on his shoulders, then she slid them down his hairless chest to his nipples. He was a slim but hard bodied child so he had small with nipples. As she played with them, they hardened up like they do when he got cold. Then she slid her hands down his rounded tummy, over his lightly haired pubis, stopping at his nail hard cock.
"OOoooo.... what's this?" She whispered. "It's so hard".
He was speechless, as she grabbed the cock moved her hand down... and up again. Then she played with his ballsack, rolling the small rubbery marbles around with her fingers. Meanwhile he reached over to the space between her legs and inserted his fingers into her hot love tunnel again. As he moved them round, he started to hear faint squishing sounds, and he noticed his fingers were getting wetter.
Malti couldn't help herself as she rolled over on top of him, straddling his legs. She moved her cunt up until his rock hard cock was buried in her bush. She started moving back and forwards on his thighs, pushing her cunt onto his hard cock. She grabbed his hands and placed them one on each tit. He massaged her large soft tits, and played with the dark hard nipples again. And now she started breathing really hard... he could feel that she was getting really hot.
She leaned down and tongue kissed him again, then asked, "Want to try the real fun now?"
"Yes please, Masi," He moaned as she rolled off and lay on her back with her legs spread wide.
"Come here" She said, pulling him over her until he was kneeling between her legs. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock, and directed it to that spot between her legs where his hands had previously been.
"Push now...... Yes....Hard," Malti whispered as old college boy pushed forward and felt his cock slide through their 38 yrs old Maid's bush and into her hot tunnel.
"Harder....." She hissed.
So he pushed hard against her, pushing his eight inches long cock into her cunt as far as it would go. She pushed his hips to get him to back up a bit, then grabbed his cute bum and pulled him in hard. She did this a couple of times, until he caught on and started to pump his hard cock in and out of her hot love tunnel.
( Abdul was loosing his virginity to their widow maid )
He soon got a rhythm going and he could hear her breathing getting faster, and the soft slap of his thighs on hers as he drove his adolescent ( Actually manly ) cock into her. He continued on like this for about five minutes, when suddenly the widow Maid started to gasp.
She grabbed his small bum cheeks and really pulled him hard into her with a final growl and held him there. He could feel her 38 yrs old hot tunnel clamping down on his 13 year old eight inches cock, which was buried as deep inside her as he could get.
Few moments later, with a big sigh, she relaxed, let go of his bum cheeks and went limp. He lay on top of the heavily plump widow panting and wondering what had just happened. Then after a while, she pushed him off her.
"You better get dressed and go back to your own bed now. But whatever you do, don't tell anybody about this" She shushed.
"Why?" He queried, mystified.
"Because we both could get into big trouble," She cautioned.
"OK, I won't tell anyone, I promise," He assured.
"Good, now go," She said with a big smile.
He found his pyjama, got back into them, then crept quietly back to his own bed. He felt restless as he tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't work out why. Of course it was sexual frustration. Actually the Adibasi maid had managed to cum and satisfy her urges, but hadn't returned the favour to the college boy.
Still, he had lots to think about, and he thought about where his fingers and cock
had been. He brought his fingers up to his nose and gently sniffed..... interesting. He licked his fingers, and tasted his first hint of cunt.
He felt his cock start to rise again, and in no time it was hard again. He rolled onto his stomach, and remembering the movements she taught him, started to hump the bed. The feelings that he had started to feel when he
was inside the Maid started to get more intense.
Suddenly he saw stars and grunted as he slammed his pelvis into the soft mattress, and his boy cock ( ! ) squirted his cum inside his pyjama. When it was over, he relaxed and was soon asleep.
The next day, he woke up after a disturbed night, feeling not so good. His mother woke him up, twice. The second time she felt his forehead and pronounced that he seemed to be a bit hot, so he should stay home from school for the day. With that, he rolled over and fell asleep again.
By mid morning he woke up feeling a bit better. His mother felt his forehead again, and commented that he felt cooler and OK. After a late breakfast, he was feeling much better, and went back to his bedroom to read the the spl Hindi notes given by Gurpreet Ma'am.
Completing the studies, he bathed and taking the lunch he prepared himself for school. His mother came in shortly after and announced that she would have to go to town for some errands and to visit a sick friend. He went out for school with his mother who dropped him at the school.
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Gurpreet wrote on the blackboard with the chalk, then turned to face her pin-dropped silent class, all the adolescent students of Class-VIII were attentively hearing her speech. However most of the students' lustful eyes were scanning her extremely curvaceous figure..... accentuated nicely by the Salwar-Kameez she was wearing that day.
Her style of dress had aroused a great deal of whispering among her co-teachers and the students at the school. A tall Punjabi childless woman of 36 years, she favored light colored thin synthetic Sarees most that showed almost all the curves of her voluptuous milk-white body. Her tight, low-cut sleeveless blouse that clunged the aggressive thrust of her large tits made her more provocative and sexy.
Not only her co-teachers and students, she even had noticed her Santhali driver always checking her and after that evening's incident when she was pegging with her husband in the backseat and he was driving the car, his peeking was increased more. Actually it was pre-planned..... she loved to tease the younger boys more..... not really thinking his position or status.
Now she could guess that he wanted to fuck her, too. She had thought to herself.... finding the idea of fucking a low-class Adibasi was so exciting. When she had recruited him just a week ago..... discussing with her husband, she then decided this was the real Hunk she had been searching. She had made a number of inappropriate comments about how strong he was. Even she had suggested several times that he shouldn't be feel shy to say anything he wished.
"Quiet down! Abdul, will you come up and work the problem on the board?" Gurpreet politely asked her favourite student.... coming out from that evening's incident.
It was her second year as a Headmistress in this school. Her first had been spent at another school in another district. She had tried to fight down the memory of her previous job..... of the incident that had precipitated her abrupt departure. She didn't want to think about that. But Karim alias Abdul kept reminding her..... he was so much like....
"I don't know the answer" said Karim, sheepishly, as he stood by the blackboard.
"Abdul, you know exam is nearing. You should this problem by now", said Gurpreet. "I think perhaps you haven't been concentrating yourself in studies."
"I just...... don't understand all this stuff", He said softly..... lowering his head shyly. The whole class giggled as he stood there blushing.
"See me for a minute after class, Abdul, OK?" The class laughed as one, but became silenced immediately as she looked at the giggling students sternly. "That's enough. Now, who wants to come up and solve the problem?"
Pobitro raised his hand.... moved to the board and went back solving the problem. Anyway, after the class ended, Karim came shyly up to the Headmistress's selected room. "Abdul, I think... perhaps I should spend a little extra time with you after school. You know I've already informed your mother about your special coaching.... so, come to my house today after school.... OK?"
"I....I guess so", replied the shy college boy, his eyes lingering on his lovely teacher's jutting tits. God! She was so beautiful and sexy.... he thought..... he had jerked himself several nights in his bed thinking about her naked body. He'd do anything to gain her approval, to make her proud of him.
"Fine.... Come by at 5:00 pm this afternoon, okay?" She tussled his hair affectionately.
"Okay, Ma'am," He answered smilingly.
At 5:01 that afternoon, Karim knocked on Gurpreet's apartment door.... he had come here several times with his mother. Getting no response, he rang the doorbell and listened. From within the apartment, he heard the Headmistress yell at him to come inside. He opened the door and walked inside, hearing the sound of a shower running.
"Make yourself at home, Abdul, I'll be right with you," said Gurpreet, over the sound of the running water.
Karim looked around the tastefully decorated room with his accustomed eyes and then sat down on the sofa. Her taste ran to different arts..... from South Indian to North Indian, and there were artifacts on shelves and Bengali prints on the walls.
He heard the water being shut off, and after a few moments, his fantasy queen Headmistress emerged from the bathroom wrapping a short towel above her large bosom. His eyes widened as he scanned her semi-exposed body.... he felt an instant twitch inside his pants.
"My..... my, you're right on time, Abdul," Gurpreet said, as she sat down next to him.
The towel was tied losely over her chest, barely concealing her firm tits in it's confinement. He found himself imagining what glories lay between her legs, barely concealed by the short towel. She smelled absolutely heavenly.
"I....didn't want you to be mad at me, Ma'am" said Abdul.
'So sweet!' said Gurpreet to herself as she smiled at him. "Abdul, I've told you several times, I'm your Ma'am in school only. Other times I'm your mother's friend and call me 'Aunty'.... and I'm not mad at you. I've never been mad at you. I only want to help you. Don't you know that?"
"I.....I guess so."
"Abdul...... Do you know how much I love you," She asked, softly.
Abdul didn't know what to say. The truth was that he absolutely adored his Headmistress Aunty, had dreamed of her every single night of his life since he started to feel a continuous throbbing in his adolescent penis. His youthful penis sprang to attention every time he even thought of her.
The other boys he knew were always talking about how much they wanted to fuck her. He then had only the vaguest idea what they were talking about. However he started to gain some theoretical knowledge about that after his intimacy with Pobitro. And after previous night's incident with Malti-Masi, his knowledge about sex was ripened to some extent.
"I....yes....I love you too, Aunty. You're so pretty!" He stammered.
"Thank you, Abdul," She smiled. "I think you're a very handsome young college boy, too. Tell me...do you have a girlfriend?"
"N...no..." He said, hesitantly. "I don't know very much about..... about girls."
Gurpreet smiled at the innocent child's reply. So sweet! "Abdul....listen to me," She purred. "I want you to know that you can always be honest with me, about anything, and I'll never be mad at you. Would you like to learn.... about girls, I mean."
"What do you mean?" He asked, still intimidated by the presence of his sexy Headmistress-Aunty.
"I mean..... this, Abdul." Slowly, she reached out her hand to his, loosening the knot of her towel with the other. Then holding his slim hand, she guided it beneath the folds of the towel, and pressed it against one of her tits.
Abdul thought he was going to die on the spot. His hand was cupped around the most beautiful tit of the most sexy woman he had ever known. Slowly, he caressed her full, firm tir, feeling her nipple stiffen against his palm. Oh God! How nice the feeling.... it was far better and exciting than Malti-Masi's. His penis was hard as a rock in his pants, and he felt hot and dizzy, just like a stupid little kid.
"Abdul," She whispered. "Do you like that?"
"I....yes....it feels nice, Aunty."
"Not Aunty or Ma'am..... Call me Gurpreet," She murmured. "In this situation I think we're on a first name basis. Oh yes.... have you ever felt a girl's boob before?"
"I..... mean no..... ," At first he thought to hide his experience with Malti-Masi but in the next moment, he thought, that would have been backfired if at any moment, he spilled out anything of the incident. "Ye.... s... s...,"
"Yes..... Who is the girl?"
"Malti-Masi"
"Malti-Masi..... I mean the Adibasi maid of your house!" Gurpreet was surprised but immediately she became curious. "Tell me everything.... don't spare a single moment."
"I.... I ..... It was actually an accident..." Abdul started to stammer. However gaining some courage, he disclosed everything.
"OMG! She is a horny Vixen," Gurpreet exclaimed. Few seconds later, with a grin, she queried, "So, am I better than her?"
"Oh Aun.... Sorry Gurpreet, you're far better than her..... Actually you're my Fantasy-Queen."
"Fantasy-Queen! What do you mean?" Gurpreet asked surprisingly in which Abdul disclosed his masterbation fantasy.
"Oh God! Abdul, you're so naughty and good." Gurpreet smiled. "Now say.... How do you feel knowing your dream to be a real one. Does it make your penis hard?"
Abdul blushed with embarrassment. "Yes....I can't help it, Maam........ sorry, Gurpreet."
Gurpreet smiled. "You don't have to apologize, sweet boy. I love it that I make your penis....no, your cock. Men have cocks. I love it that your cock gets hard just from touching me."
"It gets hard all the time. Sometimes I don't even know why," Said the college boy, shyly. "It gets hard every time I look at you."
Gurpreet became pleased.... hearing his disclosure as he reached between his legs and closed her fingers around the bulge in his pants, squeezing it gently. "Abdul....I know it does. I've seen it." Slowly, she stroked it with her fingers. "May I see it?"
"I.....I guess so," said Abdul timidly as Gurpreet smiled looking at his boyish face.
"Let's take your shirt off first, okay?" She whispered, reaching out and undoing the buttons one by one.
When she was done, she helped him take it off....then leaned forward and closed her lips around one of his small nipples, sucking on it for a moment. He shivered with pleasure as she suckled him. And then she relased him, sliding down onto the floor, on her knees.
"I want to see your tool," She murmured.
She untied his shoes, and took them off, then slid his socks off.... just like his affectionate mother. Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, and slowly undid it. Then she unfastened the button of his pants, and slid his zipper down. He waited, in an agony of anticipation.
Finally, she reached up and tugged on his pants and shorts, and he raised his hips to help her. She slid his pants down, carefully extricating them from his stiff penis, and tugged them off of his feet and tossed them to one side. Her hands slid up his thighs, pressing them apart. His cock stood up eagerly, at least eight inches long, slim, and.....beautiful. She gazed at it shockingly.
"Abdul....you have a big cock..... I can't believe..... a boy like you, could have such a massive cock," She whispered, smiling up at him. "Girls will be fighting over it one of these days. Have you ever played with it?"
Abdul's words caught in his throat. He had never heard a girl or woman talk like this, and he had no idea what to do or say. Gurpreet looked into his face and recognized his confusion.
"It's all right, Abdul.... I'll tell you I'd teach you, and I will." Saying that, she reached up and slid her hands up his thighs, nearly touching the young boy's aching cock.
"There's just one thing, Abdul," She said, quietly. "You can never tell anyone what we're doing together. Ever. It has to be our secret. Do you promise?"
Abdul instantly remembered Malti-Masi's caution.... yes, like Gurpreet Ma'am, she also had made him promise of not telling anyone about their sex. And now with Gurpreet Ma'am's order, he would have to agree with her as he crawled on his knees to the large portrait of the great Living-God "Guru Granth Sahib", and back, for just one little touch of her fingers on his cock.
"Yes....yes, I won't tell anyone... Gurpreet. Not ever."
"Good", She murmured, and her fingertips began to lightly caress his penis, gliding up and down the erect shaft. "Abdul....I'm going to suck on this lovely joy-stick. Don't be afraid... it'll make you feel nice."
"I'm...... not afraid, Ma'am....... no no..... Gurpreet" Abdul said, almost fainting with his need for her.
Slowly, Gurpreet bent forward, extending her tongue, and slid it underneath his youthful, almost hairless large balls. Her tongue-tip slid upward between them, and traced slowly up the underside of his penis as she held it away from his body with her fingers.
Reaching the flared, circumcised head, she slowly encircled it, making it glisten with wetness. God, his cock was so beautiful, she thought, gazing at it.... just like.... Birbahadur's. Unable to stop now, she kissed the tip, and then slowly let her lips part, and slide down around the crown of his penis, sucking it into her mouth.
"Oh..... Ohh...... Aaaaghhh...." He moaned softly, as the highly educated Headmistress's hot mouth engulfed his cockhead.
He had never felt anything remotely resembling the feeling of Gurpreet Ma'am's warm, wet mouth on his young cock. It was like heaven. His mind reeled with the unfamiliar sensations, as her mouth slowly descended the shaft of his cock and took him all the way into her mouth..... her lips pressing against the base at last.
Her tongue slipped forward and teased his balls at the same time. Suddenly, in his excitement, he felt himself lose control, and his balls went numb, his sperm erupting from them with youthful exuberance.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" A gurgling moan escaped from the college boy mouth.
Gurpreet also moaned softly as he flooded her mouth with his delicious boyish sperm, pumping an amazing amount of sweet-tasting cum into her eager mouth. Again and again his penis flourished, flooding her mouth as she moved slowly up and down his cock's rigid length, gulping down his semen.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." She purred as he erupted in her welcoming mouth.
At last he was spent. Gurpreet then pursed her lips tightly around his penis and slowly moved up to the head, and then released him. Her tongue lovingly licked the lingering sperm from his boyish ( actually manly ) cock.
"Oh, jeez...... Aunty.... that was.... that was unbelievable", exclaimed Abdul, worshipfully. "I've never felt anything so wonderful. i wish it had taken longer...."
Gurpreet smiled up at him, her lips pearly with his sperm. "Oh, darling boy," she whispered, smiling up at him. "You came, that's all. You had an orgasm. What came out of your penis, into my mouth, it's called semen, or sperm, or cum. It's what you'll make babies with, when you're older. And sweetheart..... it tastes heavenly. I loved it when it spurted into my mouth."
Her tongue slowly lashed the crown of his penis as she spoke. "You mustn't feel bad about how quickly you came. I loved it that you got so excited. And there's always more, Abdul, more cum where that came from. You'll see."
He gazed down at the ultimate vision of loveliness. "Ohhh, Aunty.... I don't know how to express my gratitude to you," He whispered.
"Mmmm...." The older Headmistress purred, smiling up at her cute student, her tongue still caressing the head of his penis. "But I do."
Gurpreet slowly stood up, and pulled the 20*-year-old college boyto his feet. She had just gulped down a torrent of his fresh, boyish cum, apparently the first ejaculation of his life. She could still taste it on her lips, on her tongue. Now it was time to initiate him into the heavenly joys of fucking.
His slim and long cock was so much like Birbahadur and her husband, it would fit so wonderfully inside her tight mature cunt. She had to feel that now, feel the youthful, inexperienced thrusts of his penis into her welcoming sheath.
Turning, she reached down and slid her fingers around his penis, whispering softly. "Come with me."
With that, she tugged him toward her bedroom like a pull-toy. He followed obediently, wondering what further pleasures awaited for him. His mind swirled with visions of his Headmistress-Aunty's lips ovaled around his penis... sucking him as he erupted in her eager mouth.
He imagined telling his friends about what he had done. He imagined what he would say to Malti-Masi, now that he was no longer just a stupid college boy , but someone who had has his cock sucked by a beautiful, sexually-experienced woman.
He looked around her bedroom as he followed her inside. Her furnishings were tasteful, feminine, and yet exotic, filled with vivid colors and floral images, like a tropical island. Releasing his resurgent cock, she gently pushed him down onto the bed, and stood before him.
"Abdul...." She said, shrugging off the small Towel, dropping it at her feet with a soft rustle. Her bob-cut silky hair fell in a dark waterfall down her shoulders. Her fingers toyed with her small erect nipples.
"Do you like my body?"
"I....I've never seen anything so beautiful in real, Aunty.... Sorry.... Preet," He replied, gazing at her with worshipful eyes.
She smiled, brought her hands to his shoulders, and gently pushed him back on the bed, then crawled over him.... her knee insinuating itself between his legs. Her stiff nipples slid up his body, caressing his chest as she moved upward. Her knee pressed against his awakened penis as her lips smashed to his.... kissing him softly.
Hesitantly, he raised his hands and slid them around her smooth back, bringing her closer as their kiss deepened, her lips moist and parted. He felt her tongue touch his lips, and he opened them to admit her eagerly-seeking tongue-tip. Earlier he had kissed Malti-Masi only..... but this was so different. His tongue met hers and entwined with it, causing his youthful cock to once again lurch to full, throbbing attention.
Gurpreet broke their kiss, trailing a strand of saliva between them, and smiled playfully. "Abdul, your cock is stiff again."
"Yes.... you've done that...", Abdul blushed. "Sometimes it's that way for hours."
"Baby, I love it that way," She said softly, as she slid off to one side of him and traced along his tummy with her fingertips, letting them glide down toward his re-awakened penis. "You're going to make lots of girls happy with your beautiful big cock." She slipped her fingers around it and stroked it lightly. "Abdul....would you like to touch me between my legs?"
"I.....yes. I don't know what to do," whispered the college boy .
"Here....give me your hand," said Gurpreet. Taking his hand in hers, she guided it to her bare cleft, wet with her pent-up excitement. "Touch me right there. Gently. Do you feel how wet I am there?"
His fingers slid into the wet folds of her sex. "Yes...." he said, slowly caressing her labia, parting them.
"Your hard cock has made me horny, darling boy", She whispered. "Like your Malti-Masi, some girls like to have hair on them, but I keep mine shaved so that it feels nice and smooth. Mmmmm, your fingers feel so good there."
Abdul explored his Headmistress-Aunty's cunt as if he had just discovered the New World. His fingertips lightly caressed her, causing her to moan softly with pleasure. "Do you feel the little button, at the top?" She guided his fingers to the spot. "Right there."
"Yes...", He said, feeling the tiny raised protuberance.
"That's my clitoris, Abdul, my clit, for short. It's a very sensitive place...the place that makes me feel like you did, when you came, remember?"
"I remember," said Abdul, again vividly reliving the frantic spurts of his orgasm. "It's like a cock? It's so small!" said David.
"Yes, it's like a little cock, in a way. Abdul, would you lick it for me? That will make me feel so nice."
"I....I'll try, Ma'am.... no no Gurpreet," Abdul whispered, hoping he wouldn't do anything to mess this up. "I've never done anything like that."
"I know, sweet boy," murmured Gurpreet. "I'll help you...I'll always help you. I'm your second mother..... a teacher." She smiled slyly.
However her conscience fought with her immediately. This is wrong, it's dangerous, he's a mere child..... her friend's son whom she treated as her son too. She shouldn't cheat on her friend's faith, it shouted at her. But her lust overcame the warnings, as it had with Birbahadur, as it always had. She was a slave to it, and she knew now that she would always surrender to the urgent demands of her body.
While the great Headmistress was wrestling with her thoughts.... her morals.... her philosophy, Abdul slid down her slim torso. She raised and parted her legs as he moved between them, his eyes transfixed by her delicious smooth cunt, seeing it up close for the very first time.
"Now, stick your tongue out and just lick along the outside...lightly. Okay? Just barely touching me."
"All right, Gurpreet."
"And will you please call me only Preet.... like my husband, sweetheart? Actually from now on I want to see you as my second husband", She said, with a generous smile. "Anybody who is about to lick my cunt should call me by my first name, don't you think?"
Abdul grinned at her sheepishly.... he couldn't believe his ears. His mother's friend.... his Headmistress.... his aunty..... now started to treat him as her second husband instead of son. "Y...ye.... yes... Preet...." He mumbled..... extending his tongue, experimentally, and slowly licked upward along the dewy petals of her labia.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." moaned Gurpreet, her body aroused beyond imagining by her gentle seduction.
How could anything this exquisite be wrong, she thought to herself as his tongue lovingly explored her sex. He was such a good student, so eager to learn, just as Birbahadur had been when she had initiated him into the joys of sex two years ago.
"Yessss, baby, lick me there.... lightly..... lightly." Gurpreet continued her direction while moaning.
Abdul learned quickly what made his extremely sexy Headmistress-Aunty respond. His tongue traced lightly along her parted labia, wanting to feel every square millimeter of her with his tongue, to taste her.
"Put your tongue inside me, sweetheart..... down at the bottom," Gurpreet gasped. "That's my cunt-hole. Slide your tongue in there."
Abdul gladly complied, stiffening his tongue and seeking the entrance to her aristocratic cunt, already dripping-wet with her arousal. Finding it, he slid it inside further, tasting the honeyed depths of a woman for the first time. And the Punjabi Headmistress groaned with pleasure as his tongue skewered into her, moving in and out slowly, wetly.
( Abdul was getting his cunnilingus knowledge from his Headmistress-Aunty )
"Oh God, baby, that's it. That's wonderful.... so goooood...."
Abdul slid his hands beneath her and held the spongy, round cheeks of her large ass, remembering how he had gazed at it whenever she came to his house or wrote on the blackboard in class. He drove his tongue deep inside her and she writhed against it, her own hands moving to her tits and squeezing them tightly as she bit her lower lip.
"Now...lick my clit, sweetheart," She whispered. "The little button I showed you. Just do it real lightly, okay? Like a feather."
Abdul followed her instruction.... slipping his tongue out of her love tunnel and traced upward, seeking and finding the tiny little nubbin. He encircled and caressed it ever so lightly with his tongue, then lightly fluttering his tongue against it like the wing of a butterfly. Her hips convulsed upward, frightening the innocent boy.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked innocently, looking up in alarm.
"Nooooooo, sweet one, you didn't hurt me. It just felt so good I couldn't keep from doing that. Keep licking me, baby... kiss and lick my clit.... just like you were doing."
Abdul resumed to his task, as his Headmistress-Aunty guided him.... patiently teaching him to make love to her. Her body responded with a growing frenzy, her arousal spiraling higher as he caressed her with his lips and tongue. Her hand slipped down and she slid her fingers into his silky hair as he lapped at her clit, driving her close to her climax.
"Lick it harder now, darling....I'm going to cum, just like you did."
Abdul licked and sucked on her clit, his tongue lashing it as he felt her body become tense and rigid, like a bowstring pulled taut. And then, she cried out, her hips jackknifing upward, and held his mouth against her sex. Her body erupted in a frantic, molten eruption of sexual bliss.... hunching against his mouth and shuddering violently with the force of her climax.
"Unnnnhhhhh.... Ohh, baby boy, I'm CUMMM.... MIIIIIIINNNNN..... GGGGGGGGG!!!!" She continued to groan like a hysterical patient.
Abdul however kept his mouth pressed tightly against her as she shuddered against him..... her body seized in the exquisitely tight grip of her climax. Finally, he raised his head as she trembled from the volcanic force of her orgasm.
Looking down at him, she reached down and held his head with both of her hands. She gently pulled him toward her, so that she could kiss his thin childish lips, wet with her own nectar. Their tongues again caressed each other, sharing her taste. Finally, she drew back and gazed into his eyes.
"Abdul..... Now I need your penis.... no no, your cock inside me now. I want you to make love to me.....to....fuck me." Reaching down quickly between them, she slid her fingers around his stiff shaft, and guided it to the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. "Put it in me, darling."
Assisted by her hand, he slowly sank his penis into her wetly-clasping cunt, moaning as he felt the walls of her cuntal tunnel enclose his throbbing cock. Although he had a faint knowledge of fucking, he actually had never felt anything so magnificent in his life. The feeling of his cock buried in his mother like Headmistress's tight, wet cunt exceeded anything he had ever experienced or imagined.
"Yesssssss...." moaned the renowned Headmistress, loving his young cock.... so smooth and eager, deep inside her. She slid her arms around him and raised her legs, bent at the knee, to let him penetrate her more deeply.
"Yes..... now fuck me.... like you fucked your Malti-Masi.... move it in and out, nice and slow."
This was, for her, heaven. Not a man's cock, big and thick, driving into her with no regard to her needs, just using her for his lustful pleasure. This was a boy, who made love to her, worshipped her with his lovely cock, learned from her, until he poured his young love -juices into her.
( Abdul's lovemaking with his Fantasy-Queen Headmistress-Wife )
"Oh God.... it feels so good! Like it's grabbing my cock!" Abdul moaned.
He began to thrust slowly in and out of her, reveling in the exquisite sensations, her muscles clasping and milking his cock. It tried to suck the sperm from his young balls, to milk them dry. How he loved her!
He would have gladly killed for her at this moment..... would have become her willing slave. Eagerly he plunged his circumcised cock into her tight, Punjabi cunt..... her hips rising to meet his rhythm.... working with him..... her face a vision of loveliness beneath him.
Gurpreet felt a new climax building inside her, at the very core of her being. She wanted to cum when he did, to hold him tightly as both of their bodies experienced the ultimate in sexual bliss together.
"Baby, go faster now," She gasped, urgently. "Fuck me harder and faster."
She raised her head and captured one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking on it hard. He needed no encouragement. He thrust into her eagerly, knowing he would feel again what he had felt on the living room couch. And yet, this was different, being inside his fantasy queen's tightly-clasping cunt. It was glorious.
"Baby...", She urged, releasing his nipple from her lips. "I want you to cum in me. Spurt your hot, thick cum in me like you did in my mouth..."
"Oh, God, Ma'am, I feel it, I feel it, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned. He could feel his balls tensing and drawing up against the base of his cock. It drove him past the point of no return by her luscious body and her lustful obscene words.
"Oh yessss, baby, give it to me now!!! Pump your hot cum into me!! FUCK ME!!!!!"
Abdul's body stiffened, and he instinctively thrust his eight inches hard cock deep in her yearning cunt. He buried it in her to the hilt as he felt his balls spasm, and his hot, syrupy cum pulsed heavily into her. It erupted again and again and again.... flooding her with his copious teenage cum as her cunt clenched around it.... her body wrenched upward by her own cataclysmic orgasm.
"AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH", He cried, as his ** yrs old cock pumped her full to overflow his excessive semen.
Her cunt-muscles gripped his invading cock tightly..... milking him of his live-giving sperm. Finally, he collapsed on her big plump body, her arms and long fleshy legs wrapping around his slim body and hold him tightly as they both trembled with the ecstasy of their lovemaking.
"Mmmmmmm....I love your wonderful cock, Abdul," She murmured softly in his ear, her cunt-muscles still contracting around him and squeezing a final ooze of his sperm from his exhausted balls. "You're a man, now."
Abdul flexed his cock inside her in answer, feeling suddenly like a man, just as she had said, not some dumb college boy. Hadn't he just made love to his favourite teacher, an adult? Probably, none of his friends had ever done that. He felt a surge of pride, along with his undying love for the mature sophisticated woman who had taught him so much.
"And I love you too...... Preet" He whispered, loving the smoothness of her skin against his.
At long last, he raised himself, and slowly slid himself from inside her, his penis wet with his sperm and her essence. She sat up, her legs still wrapped around his hips, and kissed him.
"Mmmmmm, you're such a wonderful lover and husband.... just like my first husband," She said, smiling at him and kissing him. "You'd better get dressed and go now. It's late and your mother will begin to worry." She disentangled herself from him, stood up and retrieved the towel. Abdul gathered his clothes and began to dress.
"Can I see you again.... I mean..... not in the school... or our house.... I mean like this?" He asked, once again the shy young boy.
"Of course, my darling..... you know, from now you've all the rights to treat me as your wife." whispered Gurpreet, kissing him softly again. "There are so many things I still want to teach you. So very many nice things, But remember, not a word to anyone. You have to promise me. That would ruin everything."
"No, not a word. I promise." He smiled.... pausing for a moment, thinking. "You know I've already an intimacy with Malti-Masi. If I couldn't..... ummmm..... maybe.... tell Malti-Masi about me..... I mean ourselves.... could you?"
Gurpreet laughed. Although Malti was a black Santhali woman with long black hair, she was one of the prettiest woman, with large firm tits that belied her age. All men... even the young boys tried to take advantage of her being a widow, but it seemed she kept herself away from those vile things. However her seduction for Abdul wouldn't match with her characteristics.... it naturally made her curious.
"She'll find out about you soon enough! But for now, you're mine." Gurpreet smiled.
"It's okay," said Abdul. "You're way prettier than she is anyway."
Gurpreet blushed. "And you're too good for her. Now run along, and I'll see you next time at your house when your mother would be busy in her hospital duty." She led him to the door and kissed him softly. "Goodnight, my sweet little husband."
"Goodnight..... My darling Preet," He said softly. And he was gone.
Cont.....
After one hour of studying, he needed to take a leak. So he walked to the bathroom passing his mother's bedroom door. It was closed but he could hear some noises that sounded like moans of someone in pain.
"Oh, Ohhhhhh Malti, that is so good, don't stop! Aaaah....., I'm cuming...... I'm cumming! Oh, keep doing it, keep doing it!'
Abdul didn't know what was going on but he was a little scared to knock on her door. But before that he went to the bathroom and got his cock out and peed. It seemed to take a long time and he was still standing there with the last few drops of piss dripping down when the door suddenly opened behind him. It was his mother. She was wearing a towel around her body but nothing else that he could see.
"Oh, Abdul, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there." His mother apologized.
"It's OK, Ammi, I'm just finished." He said..... then shaking the last drops of urine off from his cock and pulling his Bermuda up. He wasn't embarrassed for his mother to see his cock of course.... she had seen it many times before. She was his mother! Abdul thought she even glanced down at his cock while he was tucking it away
"But are you OK? I thought I heard you crying in your room." He said in which his mother looked embarrassed.
"Oh, Malti was giving me a massage, and it can be quite hard sometimes. I'm fine now. Thanks for being concerned for your mother." She smiled at him.
Abdul left the bathroom and closed the door for her to piss in private. As he walked past his mother's room, the door was ajar. He glanced in. Malti-Masi was lying on the bed with no clothes on! She was smoking a 'Bidi' in her right hand. She had dark, tanned skin, and he could see one of her tits. it was large and black, with a big dark nipple sticking straight up at it's middle.
Between her legs was a huge bush of dark curly hair. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing slowly. He stared for a long while. He didn't hear his mother come up behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and drew him away to his room. They sat on the bed.
"Now, Abdul," She began. "You know Malti is just like a member of our family. She loves us so dearly.... isn't it Sona?" Ajmira said in which he just nodded looking at his mother's eyes.
"We two like to do grown up girl stuff with each other. Don't worry about it, but we would like to keep it private. One day you'll understand. But don't tell anyone about this, OK?'
"Why not Ammi?" He asked innocently.
"Because... well, because your Malti-Masi and I do stuff with each other that is done only secretly and in a closed room. And our society like to make filthy gossips about this, and I don't want that, OK?'
"OK, Ammi, I understand. I won't say anything."
"Thanks, Sona." Ajmira looked at her son in a strange sort of way.
( Ajmira's affection for her son Abdul alias Karim )
Then suddenly his mother kissed him on the lips which she did never. She held her mouth against him for a little while and he could taste her lipstick. It was nice, in a girl sort of way..... although she was his own mother and her breath was hot and musky. Suddenly he felt strange and gave a little squirm. She broke the kiss and looked at him again.
"You're growing up so fast, Sona. You don't really understand now, but soon you will find out." She smiled knowingly as he stood up in front of her and she put her hand on his chest, and slowly moved it down. When she got to his cock ( even though he had his half-pants on ) she gave it a little squeeze over the pants. "Oh yes, I could feel it.... you're growing up mighty fast."
She then stood up and adjusted her towel. He caught a flash of her tits. His mother's tits were as large as Malti-Masi.... yes, they became larger after his sister Taslima's birth, but her skin was much paler and her nipples were pink. She swiftly covered those up.
"I'm going to breastfeed your sister. You can come out and help your Malti-Masi few minutes for cooking, if you like..... till I come back."
"OK, Ammi," Nodding his head, he went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Malti-Masi's coming.
He could hear his mother talking with Malti-Masi softly in her room. After a little while, his mother and Malti-Masi came out. His mother was wearing a Maxi, but Malti-Masi was wearing a blouse and a Saree..... pulling it above her knee....as if like a skirt.... like most of normal Adibasi women.
"OK, Malti.... I've to breastfeed my baby.... so take help from Abdul if you require," said his mother, and gave the Adibasi maid a quick kiss on her black lips.
"Thanks Didimoni, no need for help.... I'll do myself?' They hugged as Malti-Masi returned the kiss, "You're so is so good, Didimoni. And Choto-Malik is really growing up fast.... isn't he?'
"Oh, yes, that he is, Malti," His mother smiled happily as she walked towards her room.
"You're a good boy...... now sit down here like a good boy and let me finish my work," She said..... taking his hand as she helped him to sit on a nearby stool and then sitting on the floor, she started cutting some vegetables.
Normally when women cut the vegetables, they sit their bottoms down on the floor, and then put their legs under their ass so that you can't see their underwear. But Malti-Masi didn't do this! As she sat down on her ass, she spread her folded knees and as a result her Saree lifted up further which was previously left above her knee.
Abdul couldn't help but looking between her spread legs! She was wearing neither a Saya ( Petticoat ) nor a panties under her Saree, and he could see her unobstructed black cunt in all it's hairy glory.
There it was, a big, wet reddish slit with darkened swollen lips on either side, and a little finger glistening with moisture.... poking out at the top. The great forest of curly black hair spread either side..... covering everything else. She must have given him few seconds intentionally to stare at it.
"Oh, you naughty boys, you're all the same, can't get enough of looking at a woman's hairy old cunt, can you!" She laughed. "I could guess that's not the first time you've looked at it, is it? I spotted you peering around the bathroom's door earlier when your mother was talking a bath! You're a proper little voyeur..... aren't you, Sona?"
Abdul didn't know what to say. However she allowed him to watch few more seconds before she pressed her legs. He then turned to leave the kitchen and said smilingly, "OK, Masi, you're so good.... it's nice to see your hidden treasure.'
"I know it was, Abdul, and if you study more and score good in your exam, I might let you see a lot more." She blew a kiss at him and started cooking.
He felt a tingling sensation between his legs, and put his hand down the front of his pants. His relatively big cock was rock, rock hard at that moment. Suddenly he was looking forward to the event very much indeed..... expecting much more to happen today!
He was just a student of Class-VIII.... very naive but he knew what a boy had between his legs. He knew boys had penises, as he had one, and he had seen his 2 older friends' cocks when they all gathered around the toilet bowl after cricket practice.
Once he had seen his grandfather Aslam's adult penis, but never really took notice. However he could notice that it wasn't largely different except in size.... yes, his Nana ( grandfather ) was much larger in length and width. So, naive, green as grass, innocent, and slightly gullible.
The time he found out about real sex, was the week Malti-Masi came home next day from the market after buying some groceries. To look after his little baby sister, Malti-Masi had to stay with them and she had her own room just besides his widow mother's bedroom. His Mother and grandfather had theirs' own, and he himself liked to stay in the guest room over the hall from his mother's room.
That particular night, he had gone to bed as usual in his pyjamas, and was deeply asleep, when he felt someone shaking him. He rolled over in bed, but couldn't see who it was in the dark.
"Hey wake up, it's me," Whispered a voice from the dark. He recognised that voice. It was Malti-Masi. "Hey wake up," She whispered again slightly louder.
"What's the matter?" He whispered back in a startling voice.
"Do you want to have some fun?" She asked.
"I dunno, what sort of fun?" He asked quietly.
"Fun fun, you'll see," She grinned.
"OK, I guess so," He whispered.
"OK, come with me.".
"Where?" He asked with a surprise, not wanting to leave his warm bed.
"Come on, get out of bed, come with me," She whispered forcefully.
"OK" He replied, throwing back the covers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
She grabbed his hand and whispered, "Don't make any noise, we don't want to wake your mother and Nana ( grandfather ) up"
"OK, I'll try," He whispered back, feeling his way in the dark.
They left his room and turned right and crept down the hallway to her bedroom. She pulled him inside, then closed the door so quietly, that he didn't even hear the lock click. She took his hand again and guided him over to her bed.
"Get in," She whispered. So he climbed in and slid over as she slid in beside him.
"So what's the fun?" He queried anxiously.
"This," She replied as she rose upon one elbow, leaned down and kissed him gently on his lips.
He opened his eyes wide, but instinctively puckered up as she moved her lips over his. They felt so warm and moist and soft. She broke the kiss and asked, "Did you like that?"
"Yeah, I guess," He answered.
"Good, now for the serious stuff," She whispered in his ear.
She then bent down and kissed him again. He responded, but was shocked when she poked her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. She licked his teeth, and gums, then probed deeper. He opened his mouth a bit to allow their black Santhali Maid's tongue to go deeper. She played with his tongue, and soon they were battling tongues and sliding their lips over each other's mouth.
While they were battling tongues, Malti reached between their bodies, took his hand and placed it on her tits. She placed her hand over his and squeezed. Her tits gave way as she circled his hand around her tits and over the nipple, which were getting hard. He felt the hard nubbin and took it between his two fingers and gently squeezed.
This made the Older Maid start to breathe faster, and push her tongue deeper into the college boy mouth. Few moments later, she broke the kiss, sat up in bed and took her only Saree off. Now being fully naked, she lay down on her back and placed his hand on her tits again. Her deeply tanned skin was warm and so soft and yielding.
She took his hand and slid it down her rounded tummy until his fingertips brushed something springy. She moved his hand down further between her legs, and pushed his fingers up against her hairy cunt. She then moved his hand round in small circles, occasionally pushing his fingers up. He soon got the hang of it and was doing it himself.
She grabbed her own tits and started caressing and pinching the nipples, whilst bringing her lips and tongue back to his mouth. She was breathing deep and faster. He pushed his fingers further up against her swollen labia, and was suddenly surprised when they broke through the bush, and he felt his fingers in a warm wet soft tunnel. He circled around the inside of this wonderfully soft tunnel which seemed to excite the low-class Adibasi maid more.
Suddenly she broke their kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, this isn't fair, I have nothing on but you are still dressed. Why don't you take your pyjama off?"
He shrugged at the logic, so he unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then lifted his bum off the bed and pulled the bottoms off, kicking them to the bottom of the bed.
"Is that better?" He asked.
"Oh yes," She replied.
He felt her hands on his shoulders, then she slid them down his hairless chest to his nipples. He was a slim but hard bodied child so he had small with nipples. As she played with them, they hardened up like they do when he got cold. Then she slid her hands down his rounded tummy, over his lightly haired pubis, stopping at his nail hard cock.
"OOoooo.... what's this?" She whispered. "It's so hard".
He was speechless, as she grabbed the cock moved her hand down... and up again. Then she played with his ballsack, rolling the small rubbery marbles around with her fingers. Meanwhile he reached over to the space between her legs and inserted his fingers into her hot love tunnel again. As he moved them round, he started to hear faint squishing sounds, and he noticed his fingers were getting wetter.
Malti couldn't help herself as she rolled over on top of him, straddling his legs. She moved her cunt up until his rock hard cock was buried in her bush. She started moving back and forwards on his thighs, pushing her cunt onto his hard cock. She grabbed his hands and placed them one on each tit. He massaged her large soft tits, and played with the dark hard nipples again. And now she started breathing really hard... he could feel that she was getting really hot.
She leaned down and tongue kissed him again, then asked, "Want to try the real fun now?"
"Yes please, Masi," He moaned as she rolled off and lay on her back with her legs spread wide.
"Come here" She said, pulling him over her until he was kneeling between her legs. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock, and directed it to that spot between her legs where his hands had previously been.
"Push now...... Yes....Hard," Malti whispered as old college boy pushed forward and felt his cock slide through their 38 yrs old Maid's bush and into her hot tunnel.
"Harder....." She hissed.
So he pushed hard against her, pushing his eight inches long cock into her cunt as far as it would go. She pushed his hips to get him to back up a bit, then grabbed his cute bum and pulled him in hard. She did this a couple of times, until he caught on and started to pump his hard cock in and out of her hot love tunnel.
( Abdul was loosing his virginity to their widow maid )
He soon got a rhythm going and he could hear her breathing getting faster, and the soft slap of his thighs on hers as he drove his adolescent ( Actually manly ) cock into her. He continued on like this for about five minutes, when suddenly the widow Maid started to gasp.
She grabbed his small bum cheeks and really pulled him hard into her with a final growl and held him there. He could feel her 38 yrs old hot tunnel clamping down on his 13 year old eight inches cock, which was buried as deep inside her as he could get.
Few moments later, with a big sigh, she relaxed, let go of his bum cheeks and went limp. He lay on top of the heavily plump widow panting and wondering what had just happened. Then after a while, she pushed him off her.
"You better get dressed and go back to your own bed now. But whatever you do, don't tell anybody about this" She shushed.
"Why?" He queried, mystified.
"Because we both could get into big trouble," She cautioned.
"OK, I won't tell anyone, I promise," He assured.
"Good, now go," She said with a big smile.
He found his pyjama, got back into them, then crept quietly back to his own bed. He felt restless as he tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't work out why. Of course it was sexual frustration. Actually the Adibasi maid had managed to cum and satisfy her urges, but hadn't returned the favour to the college boy.
Still, he had lots to think about, and he thought about where his fingers and cock
had been. He brought his fingers up to his nose and gently sniffed..... interesting. He licked his fingers, and tasted his first hint of cunt.
He felt his cock start to rise again, and in no time it was hard again. He rolled onto his stomach, and remembering the movements she taught him, started to hump the bed. The feelings that he had started to feel when he
was inside the Maid started to get more intense.
Suddenly he saw stars and grunted as he slammed his pelvis into the soft mattress, and his boy cock ( ! ) squirted his cum inside his pyjama. When it was over, he relaxed and was soon asleep.
The next day, he woke up after a disturbed night, feeling not so good. His mother woke him up, twice. The second time she felt his forehead and pronounced that he seemed to be a bit hot, so he should stay home from school for the day. With that, he rolled over and fell asleep again.
By mid morning he woke up feeling a bit better. His mother felt his forehead again, and commented that he felt cooler and OK. After a late breakfast, he was feeling much better, and went back to his bedroom to read the the spl Hindi notes given by Gurpreet Ma'am.
Completing the studies, he bathed and taking the lunch he prepared himself for school. His mother came in shortly after and announced that she would have to go to town for some errands and to visit a sick friend. He went out for school with his mother who dropped him at the school.
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Gurpreet wrote on the blackboard with the chalk, then turned to face her pin-dropped silent class, all the adolescent students of Class-VIII were attentively hearing her speech. However most of the students' lustful eyes were scanning her extremely curvaceous figure..... accentuated nicely by the Salwar-Kameez she was wearing that day.
Her style of dress had aroused a great deal of whispering among her co-teachers and the students at the school. A tall Punjabi childless woman of 36 years, she favored light colored thin synthetic Sarees most that showed almost all the curves of her voluptuous milk-white body. Her tight, low-cut sleeveless blouse that clunged the aggressive thrust of her large tits made her more provocative and sexy.
Not only her co-teachers and students, she even had noticed her Santhali driver always checking her and after that evening's incident when she was pegging with her husband in the backseat and he was driving the car, his peeking was increased more. Actually it was pre-planned..... she loved to tease the younger boys more..... not really thinking his position or status.
Now she could guess that he wanted to fuck her, too. She had thought to herself.... finding the idea of fucking a low-class Adibasi was so exciting. When she had recruited him just a week ago..... discussing with her husband, she then decided this was the real Hunk she had been searching. She had made a number of inappropriate comments about how strong he was. Even she had suggested several times that he shouldn't be feel shy to say anything he wished.
"Quiet down! Abdul, will you come up and work the problem on the board?" Gurpreet politely asked her favourite student.... coming out from that evening's incident.
It was her second year as a Headmistress in this school. Her first had been spent at another school in another district. She had tried to fight down the memory of her previous job..... of the incident that had precipitated her abrupt departure. She didn't want to think about that. But Karim alias Abdul kept reminding her..... he was so much like....
"I don't know the answer" said Karim, sheepishly, as he stood by the blackboard.
"Abdul, you know exam is nearing. You should this problem by now", said Gurpreet. "I think perhaps you haven't been concentrating yourself in studies."
"I just...... don't understand all this stuff", He said softly..... lowering his head shyly. The whole class giggled as he stood there blushing.
"See me for a minute after class, Abdul, OK?" The class laughed as one, but became silenced immediately as she looked at the giggling students sternly. "That's enough. Now, who wants to come up and solve the problem?"
Pobitro raised his hand.... moved to the board and went back solving the problem. Anyway, after the class ended, Karim came shyly up to the Headmistress's selected room. "Abdul, I think... perhaps I should spend a little extra time with you after school. You know I've already informed your mother about your special coaching.... so, come to my house today after school.... OK?"
"I....I guess so", replied the shy college boy, his eyes lingering on his lovely teacher's jutting tits. God! She was so beautiful and sexy.... he thought..... he had jerked himself several nights in his bed thinking about her naked body. He'd do anything to gain her approval, to make her proud of him.
"Fine.... Come by at 5:00 pm this afternoon, okay?" She tussled his hair affectionately.
"Okay, Ma'am," He answered smilingly.
At 5:01 that afternoon, Karim knocked on Gurpreet's apartment door.... he had come here several times with his mother. Getting no response, he rang the doorbell and listened. From within the apartment, he heard the Headmistress yell at him to come inside. He opened the door and walked inside, hearing the sound of a shower running.
"Make yourself at home, Abdul, I'll be right with you," said Gurpreet, over the sound of the running water.
Karim looked around the tastefully decorated room with his accustomed eyes and then sat down on the sofa. Her taste ran to different arts..... from South Indian to North Indian, and there were artifacts on shelves and Bengali prints on the walls.
He heard the water being shut off, and after a few moments, his fantasy queen Headmistress emerged from the bathroom wrapping a short towel above her large bosom. His eyes widened as he scanned her semi-exposed body.... he felt an instant twitch inside his pants.
"My..... my, you're right on time, Abdul," Gurpreet said, as she sat down next to him.
The towel was tied losely over her chest, barely concealing her firm tits in it's confinement. He found himself imagining what glories lay between her legs, barely concealed by the short towel. She smelled absolutely heavenly.
"I....didn't want you to be mad at me, Ma'am" said Abdul.
'So sweet!' said Gurpreet to herself as she smiled at him. "Abdul, I've told you several times, I'm your Ma'am in school only. Other times I'm your mother's friend and call me 'Aunty'.... and I'm not mad at you. I've never been mad at you. I only want to help you. Don't you know that?"
"I.....I guess so."
"Abdul...... Do you know how much I love you," She asked, softly.
Abdul didn't know what to say. The truth was that he absolutely adored his Headmistress Aunty, had dreamed of her every single night of his life since he started to feel a continuous throbbing in his adolescent penis. His youthful penis sprang to attention every time he even thought of her.
The other boys he knew were always talking about how much they wanted to fuck her. He then had only the vaguest idea what they were talking about. However he started to gain some theoretical knowledge about that after his intimacy with Pobitro. And after previous night's incident with Malti-Masi, his knowledge about sex was ripened to some extent.
"I....yes....I love you too, Aunty. You're so pretty!" He stammered.
"Thank you, Abdul," She smiled. "I think you're a very handsome young college boy, too. Tell me...do you have a girlfriend?"
"N...no..." He said, hesitantly. "I don't know very much about..... about girls."
Gurpreet smiled at the innocent child's reply. So sweet! "Abdul....listen to me," She purred. "I want you to know that you can always be honest with me, about anything, and I'll never be mad at you. Would you like to learn.... about girls, I mean."
"What do you mean?" He asked, still intimidated by the presence of his sexy Headmistress-Aunty.
"I mean..... this, Abdul." Slowly, she reached out her hand to his, loosening the knot of her towel with the other. Then holding his slim hand, she guided it beneath the folds of the towel, and pressed it against one of her tits.
Abdul thought he was going to die on the spot. His hand was cupped around the most beautiful tit of the most sexy woman he had ever known. Slowly, he caressed her full, firm tir, feeling her nipple stiffen against his palm. Oh God! How nice the feeling.... it was far better and exciting than Malti-Masi's. His penis was hard as a rock in his pants, and he felt hot and dizzy, just like a stupid little kid.
"Abdul," She whispered. "Do you like that?"
"I....yes....it feels nice, Aunty."
"Not Aunty or Ma'am..... Call me Gurpreet," She murmured. "In this situation I think we're on a first name basis. Oh yes.... have you ever felt a girl's boob before?"
"I..... mean no..... ," At first he thought to hide his experience with Malti-Masi but in the next moment, he thought, that would have been backfired if at any moment, he spilled out anything of the incident. "Ye.... s... s...,"
"Yes..... Who is the girl?"
"Malti-Masi"
"Malti-Masi..... I mean the Adibasi maid of your house!" Gurpreet was surprised but immediately she became curious. "Tell me everything.... don't spare a single moment."
"I.... I ..... It was actually an accident..." Abdul started to stammer. However gaining some courage, he disclosed everything.
"OMG! She is a horny Vixen," Gurpreet exclaimed. Few seconds later, with a grin, she queried, "So, am I better than her?"
"Oh Aun.... Sorry Gurpreet, you're far better than her..... Actually you're my Fantasy-Queen."
"Fantasy-Queen! What do you mean?" Gurpreet asked surprisingly in which Abdul disclosed his masterbation fantasy.
"Oh God! Abdul, you're so naughty and good." Gurpreet smiled. "Now say.... How do you feel knowing your dream to be a real one. Does it make your penis hard?"
Abdul blushed with embarrassment. "Yes....I can't help it, Maam........ sorry, Gurpreet."
Gurpreet smiled. "You don't have to apologize, sweet boy. I love it that I make your penis....no, your cock. Men have cocks. I love it that your cock gets hard just from touching me."
"It gets hard all the time. Sometimes I don't even know why," Said the college boy, shyly. "It gets hard every time I look at you."
Gurpreet became pleased.... hearing his disclosure as he reached between his legs and closed her fingers around the bulge in his pants, squeezing it gently. "Abdul....I know it does. I've seen it." Slowly, she stroked it with her fingers. "May I see it?"
"I.....I guess so," said Abdul timidly as Gurpreet smiled looking at his boyish face.
"Let's take your shirt off first, okay?" She whispered, reaching out and undoing the buttons one by one.
When she was done, she helped him take it off....then leaned forward and closed her lips around one of his small nipples, sucking on it for a moment. He shivered with pleasure as she suckled him. And then she relased him, sliding down onto the floor, on her knees.
"I want to see your tool," She murmured.
She untied his shoes, and took them off, then slid his socks off.... just like his affectionate mother. Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, and slowly undid it. Then she unfastened the button of his pants, and slid his zipper down. He waited, in an agony of anticipation.
Finally, she reached up and tugged on his pants and shorts, and he raised his hips to help her. She slid his pants down, carefully extricating them from his stiff penis, and tugged them off of his feet and tossed them to one side. Her hands slid up his thighs, pressing them apart. His cock stood up eagerly, at least eight inches long, slim, and.....beautiful. She gazed at it shockingly.
"Abdul....you have a big cock..... I can't believe..... a boy like you, could have such a massive cock," She whispered, smiling up at him. "Girls will be fighting over it one of these days. Have you ever played with it?"
Abdul's words caught in his throat. He had never heard a girl or woman talk like this, and he had no idea what to do or say. Gurpreet looked into his face and recognized his confusion.
"It's all right, Abdul.... I'll tell you I'd teach you, and I will." Saying that, she reached up and slid her hands up his thighs, nearly touching the young boy's aching cock.
"There's just one thing, Abdul," She said, quietly. "You can never tell anyone what we're doing together. Ever. It has to be our secret. Do you promise?"
Abdul instantly remembered Malti-Masi's caution.... yes, like Gurpreet Ma'am, she also had made him promise of not telling anyone about their sex. And now with Gurpreet Ma'am's order, he would have to agree with her as he crawled on his knees to the large portrait of the great Living-God "Guru Granth Sahib", and back, for just one little touch of her fingers on his cock.
"Yes....yes, I won't tell anyone... Gurpreet. Not ever."
"Good", She murmured, and her fingertips began to lightly caress his penis, gliding up and down the erect shaft. "Abdul....I'm going to suck on this lovely joy-stick. Don't be afraid... it'll make you feel nice."
"I'm...... not afraid, Ma'am....... no no..... Gurpreet" Abdul said, almost fainting with his need for her.
Slowly, Gurpreet bent forward, extending her tongue, and slid it underneath his youthful, almost hairless large balls. Her tongue-tip slid upward between them, and traced slowly up the underside of his penis as she held it away from his body with her fingers.
Reaching the flared, circumcised head, she slowly encircled it, making it glisten with wetness. God, his cock was so beautiful, she thought, gazing at it.... just like.... Birbahadur's. Unable to stop now, she kissed the tip, and then slowly let her lips part, and slide down around the crown of his penis, sucking it into her mouth.
"Oh..... Ohh...... Aaaaghhh...." He moaned softly, as the highly educated Headmistress's hot mouth engulfed his cockhead.
He had never felt anything remotely resembling the feeling of Gurpreet Ma'am's warm, wet mouth on his young cock. It was like heaven. His mind reeled with the unfamiliar sensations, as her mouth slowly descended the shaft of his cock and took him all the way into her mouth..... her lips pressing against the base at last.
Her tongue slipped forward and teased his balls at the same time. Suddenly, in his excitement, he felt himself lose control, and his balls went numb, his sperm erupting from them with youthful exuberance.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" A gurgling moan escaped from the college boy mouth.
Gurpreet also moaned softly as he flooded her mouth with his delicious boyish sperm, pumping an amazing amount of sweet-tasting cum into her eager mouth. Again and again his penis flourished, flooding her mouth as she moved slowly up and down his cock's rigid length, gulping down his semen.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." She purred as he erupted in her welcoming mouth.
At last he was spent. Gurpreet then pursed her lips tightly around his penis and slowly moved up to the head, and then released him. Her tongue lovingly licked the lingering sperm from his boyish ( actually manly ) cock.
"Oh, jeez...... Aunty.... that was.... that was unbelievable", exclaimed Abdul, worshipfully. "I've never felt anything so wonderful. i wish it had taken longer...."
Gurpreet smiled up at him, her lips pearly with his sperm. "Oh, darling boy," she whispered, smiling up at him. "You came, that's all. You had an orgasm. What came out of your penis, into my mouth, it's called semen, or sperm, or cum. It's what you'll make babies with, when you're older. And sweetheart..... it tastes heavenly. I loved it when it spurted into my mouth."
Her tongue slowly lashed the crown of his penis as she spoke. "You mustn't feel bad about how quickly you came. I loved it that you got so excited. And there's always more, Abdul, more cum where that came from. You'll see."
He gazed down at the ultimate vision of loveliness. "Ohhh, Aunty.... I don't know how to express my gratitude to you," He whispered.
"Mmmm...." The older Headmistress purred, smiling up at her cute student, her tongue still caressing the head of his penis. "But I do."
Gurpreet slowly stood up, and pulled the 20*-year-old college boyto his feet. She had just gulped down a torrent of his fresh, boyish cum, apparently the first ejaculation of his life. She could still taste it on her lips, on her tongue. Now it was time to initiate him into the heavenly joys of fucking.
His slim and long cock was so much like Birbahadur and her husband, it would fit so wonderfully inside her tight mature cunt. She had to feel that now, feel the youthful, inexperienced thrusts of his penis into her welcoming sheath.
Turning, she reached down and slid her fingers around his penis, whispering softly. "Come with me."
With that, she tugged him toward her bedroom like a pull-toy. He followed obediently, wondering what further pleasures awaited for him. His mind swirled with visions of his Headmistress-Aunty's lips ovaled around his penis... sucking him as he erupted in her eager mouth.
He imagined telling his friends about what he had done. He imagined what he would say to Malti-Masi, now that he was no longer just a stupid college boy , but someone who had has his cock sucked by a beautiful, sexually-experienced woman.
He looked around her bedroom as he followed her inside. Her furnishings were tasteful, feminine, and yet exotic, filled with vivid colors and floral images, like a tropical island. Releasing his resurgent cock, she gently pushed him down onto the bed, and stood before him.
"Abdul...." She said, shrugging off the small Towel, dropping it at her feet with a soft rustle. Her bob-cut silky hair fell in a dark waterfall down her shoulders. Her fingers toyed with her small erect nipples.
"Do you like my body?"
"I....I've never seen anything so beautiful in real, Aunty.... Sorry.... Preet," He replied, gazing at her with worshipful eyes.
She smiled, brought her hands to his shoulders, and gently pushed him back on the bed, then crawled over him.... her knee insinuating itself between his legs. Her stiff nipples slid up his body, caressing his chest as she moved upward. Her knee pressed against his awakened penis as her lips smashed to his.... kissing him softly.
Hesitantly, he raised his hands and slid them around her smooth back, bringing her closer as their kiss deepened, her lips moist and parted. He felt her tongue touch his lips, and he opened them to admit her eagerly-seeking tongue-tip. Earlier he had kissed Malti-Masi only..... but this was so different. His tongue met hers and entwined with it, causing his youthful cock to once again lurch to full, throbbing attention.
Gurpreet broke their kiss, trailing a strand of saliva between them, and smiled playfully. "Abdul, your cock is stiff again."
"Yes.... you've done that...", Abdul blushed. "Sometimes it's that way for hours."
"Baby, I love it that way," She said softly, as she slid off to one side of him and traced along his tummy with her fingertips, letting them glide down toward his re-awakened penis. "You're going to make lots of girls happy with your beautiful big cock." She slipped her fingers around it and stroked it lightly. "Abdul....would you like to touch me between my legs?"
"I.....yes. I don't know what to do," whispered the college boy .
"Here....give me your hand," said Gurpreet. Taking his hand in hers, she guided it to her bare cleft, wet with her pent-up excitement. "Touch me right there. Gently. Do you feel how wet I am there?"
His fingers slid into the wet folds of her sex. "Yes...." he said, slowly caressing her labia, parting them.
"Your hard cock has made me horny, darling boy", She whispered. "Like your Malti-Masi, some girls like to have hair on them, but I keep mine shaved so that it feels nice and smooth. Mmmmm, your fingers feel so good there."
Abdul explored his Headmistress-Aunty's cunt as if he had just discovered the New World. His fingertips lightly caressed her, causing her to moan softly with pleasure. "Do you feel the little button, at the top?" She guided his fingers to the spot. "Right there."
"Yes...", He said, feeling the tiny raised protuberance.
"That's my clitoris, Abdul, my clit, for short. It's a very sensitive place...the place that makes me feel like you did, when you came, remember?"
"I remember," said Abdul, again vividly reliving the frantic spurts of his orgasm. "It's like a cock? It's so small!" said David.
"Yes, it's like a little cock, in a way. Abdul, would you lick it for me? That will make me feel so nice."
"I....I'll try, Ma'am.... no no Gurpreet," Abdul whispered, hoping he wouldn't do anything to mess this up. "I've never done anything like that."
"I know, sweet boy," murmured Gurpreet. "I'll help you...I'll always help you. I'm your second mother..... a teacher." She smiled slyly.
However her conscience fought with her immediately. This is wrong, it's dangerous, he's a mere child..... her friend's son whom she treated as her son too. She shouldn't cheat on her friend's faith, it shouted at her. But her lust overcame the warnings, as it had with Birbahadur, as it always had. She was a slave to it, and she knew now that she would always surrender to the urgent demands of her body.
While the great Headmistress was wrestling with her thoughts.... her morals.... her philosophy, Abdul slid down her slim torso. She raised and parted her legs as he moved between them, his eyes transfixed by her delicious smooth cunt, seeing it up close for the very first time.
"Now, stick your tongue out and just lick along the outside...lightly. Okay? Just barely touching me."
"All right, Gurpreet."
"And will you please call me only Preet.... like my husband, sweetheart? Actually from now on I want to see you as my second husband", She said, with a generous smile. "Anybody who is about to lick my cunt should call me by my first name, don't you think?"
Abdul grinned at her sheepishly.... he couldn't believe his ears. His mother's friend.... his Headmistress.... his aunty..... now started to treat him as her second husband instead of son. "Y...ye.... yes... Preet...." He mumbled..... extending his tongue, experimentally, and slowly licked upward along the dewy petals of her labia.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." moaned Gurpreet, her body aroused beyond imagining by her gentle seduction.
How could anything this exquisite be wrong, she thought to herself as his tongue lovingly explored her sex. He was such a good student, so eager to learn, just as Birbahadur had been when she had initiated him into the joys of sex two years ago.
"Yessss, baby, lick me there.... lightly..... lightly." Gurpreet continued her direction while moaning.
Abdul learned quickly what made his extremely sexy Headmistress-Aunty respond. His tongue traced lightly along her parted labia, wanting to feel every square millimeter of her with his tongue, to taste her.
"Put your tongue inside me, sweetheart..... down at the bottom," Gurpreet gasped. "That's my cunt-hole. Slide your tongue in there."
Abdul gladly complied, stiffening his tongue and seeking the entrance to her aristocratic cunt, already dripping-wet with her arousal. Finding it, he slid it inside further, tasting the honeyed depths of a woman for the first time. And the Punjabi Headmistress groaned with pleasure as his tongue skewered into her, moving in and out slowly, wetly.
( Abdul was getting his cunnilingus knowledge from his Headmistress-Aunty )
"Oh God, baby, that's it. That's wonderful.... so goooood...."
Abdul slid his hands beneath her and held the spongy, round cheeks of her large ass, remembering how he had gazed at it whenever she came to his house or wrote on the blackboard in class. He drove his tongue deep inside her and she writhed against it, her own hands moving to her tits and squeezing them tightly as she bit her lower lip.
"Now...lick my clit, sweetheart," She whispered. "The little button I showed you. Just do it real lightly, okay? Like a feather."
Abdul followed her instruction.... slipping his tongue out of her love tunnel and traced upward, seeking and finding the tiny little nubbin. He encircled and caressed it ever so lightly with his tongue, then lightly fluttering his tongue against it like the wing of a butterfly. Her hips convulsed upward, frightening the innocent boy.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked innocently, looking up in alarm.
"Nooooooo, sweet one, you didn't hurt me. It just felt so good I couldn't keep from doing that. Keep licking me, baby... kiss and lick my clit.... just like you were doing."
Abdul resumed to his task, as his Headmistress-Aunty guided him.... patiently teaching him to make love to her. Her body responded with a growing frenzy, her arousal spiraling higher as he caressed her with his lips and tongue. Her hand slipped down and she slid her fingers into his silky hair as he lapped at her clit, driving her close to her climax.
"Lick it harder now, darling....I'm going to cum, just like you did."
Abdul licked and sucked on her clit, his tongue lashing it as he felt her body become tense and rigid, like a bowstring pulled taut. And then, she cried out, her hips jackknifing upward, and held his mouth against her sex. Her body erupted in a frantic, molten eruption of sexual bliss.... hunching against his mouth and shuddering violently with the force of her climax.
"Unnnnhhhhh.... Ohh, baby boy, I'm CUMMM.... MIIIIIIINNNNN..... GGGGGGGGG!!!!" She continued to groan like a hysterical patient.
Abdul however kept his mouth pressed tightly against her as she shuddered against him..... her body seized in the exquisitely tight grip of her climax. Finally, he raised his head as she trembled from the volcanic force of her orgasm.
Looking down at him, she reached down and held his head with both of her hands. She gently pulled him toward her, so that she could kiss his thin childish lips, wet with her own nectar. Their tongues again caressed each other, sharing her taste. Finally, she drew back and gazed into his eyes.
"Abdul..... Now I need your penis.... no no, your cock inside me now. I want you to make love to me.....to....fuck me." Reaching down quickly between them, she slid her fingers around his stiff shaft, and guided it to the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. "Put it in me, darling."
Assisted by her hand, he slowly sank his penis into her wetly-clasping cunt, moaning as he felt the walls of her cuntal tunnel enclose his throbbing cock. Although he had a faint knowledge of fucking, he actually had never felt anything so magnificent in his life. The feeling of his cock buried in his mother like Headmistress's tight, wet cunt exceeded anything he had ever experienced or imagined.
"Yesssssss...." moaned the renowned Headmistress, loving his young cock.... so smooth and eager, deep inside her. She slid her arms around him and raised her legs, bent at the knee, to let him penetrate her more deeply.
"Yes..... now fuck me.... like you fucked your Malti-Masi.... move it in and out, nice and slow."
This was, for her, heaven. Not a man's cock, big and thick, driving into her with no regard to her needs, just using her for his lustful pleasure. This was a boy, who made love to her, worshipped her with his lovely cock, learned from her, until he poured his young love -juices into her.
( Abdul's lovemaking with his Fantasy-Queen Headmistress-Wife )
"Oh God.... it feels so good! Like it's grabbing my cock!" Abdul moaned.
He began to thrust slowly in and out of her, reveling in the exquisite sensations, her muscles clasping and milking his cock. It tried to suck the sperm from his young balls, to milk them dry. How he loved her!
He would have gladly killed for her at this moment..... would have become her willing slave. Eagerly he plunged his circumcised cock into her tight, Punjabi cunt..... her hips rising to meet his rhythm.... working with him..... her face a vision of loveliness beneath him.
Gurpreet felt a new climax building inside her, at the very core of her being. She wanted to cum when he did, to hold him tightly as both of their bodies experienced the ultimate in sexual bliss together.
"Baby, go faster now," She gasped, urgently. "Fuck me harder and faster."
She raised her head and captured one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking on it hard. He needed no encouragement. He thrust into her eagerly, knowing he would feel again what he had felt on the living room couch. And yet, this was different, being inside his fantasy queen's tightly-clasping cunt. It was glorious.
"Baby...", She urged, releasing his nipple from her lips. "I want you to cum in me. Spurt your hot, thick cum in me like you did in my mouth..."
"Oh, God, Ma'am, I feel it, I feel it, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned. He could feel his balls tensing and drawing up against the base of his cock. It drove him past the point of no return by her luscious body and her lustful obscene words.
"Oh yessss, baby, give it to me now!!! Pump your hot cum into me!! FUCK ME!!!!!"
Abdul's body stiffened, and he instinctively thrust his eight inches hard cock deep in her yearning cunt. He buried it in her to the hilt as he felt his balls spasm, and his hot, syrupy cum pulsed heavily into her. It erupted again and again and again.... flooding her with his copious teenage cum as her cunt clenched around it.... her body wrenched upward by her own cataclysmic orgasm.
"AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH", He cried, as his ** yrs old cock pumped her full to overflow his excessive semen.
Her cunt-muscles gripped his invading cock tightly..... milking him of his live-giving sperm. Finally, he collapsed on her big plump body, her arms and long fleshy legs wrapping around his slim body and hold him tightly as they both trembled with the ecstasy of their lovemaking.
"Mmmmmmm....I love your wonderful cock, Abdul," She murmured softly in his ear, her cunt-muscles still contracting around him and squeezing a final ooze of his sperm from his exhausted balls. "You're a man, now."
Abdul flexed his cock inside her in answer, feeling suddenly like a man, just as she had said, not some dumb college boy. Hadn't he just made love to his favourite teacher, an adult? Probably, none of his friends had ever done that. He felt a surge of pride, along with his undying love for the mature sophisticated woman who had taught him so much.
"And I love you too...... Preet" He whispered, loving the smoothness of her skin against his.
At long last, he raised himself, and slowly slid himself from inside her, his penis wet with his sperm and her essence. She sat up, her legs still wrapped around his hips, and kissed him.
"Mmmmmm, you're such a wonderful lover and husband.... just like my first husband," She said, smiling at him and kissing him. "You'd better get dressed and go now. It's late and your mother will begin to worry." She disentangled herself from him, stood up and retrieved the towel. Abdul gathered his clothes and began to dress.
"Can I see you again.... I mean..... not in the school... or our house.... I mean like this?" He asked, once again the shy young boy.
"Of course, my darling..... you know, from now you've all the rights to treat me as your wife." whispered Gurpreet, kissing him softly again. "There are so many things I still want to teach you. So very many nice things, But remember, not a word to anyone. You have to promise me. That would ruin everything."
"No, not a word. I promise." He smiled.... pausing for a moment, thinking. "You know I've already an intimacy with Malti-Masi. If I couldn't..... ummmm..... maybe.... tell Malti-Masi about me..... I mean ourselves.... could you?"
Gurpreet laughed. Although Malti was a black Santhali woman with long black hair, she was one of the prettiest woman, with large firm tits that belied her age. All men... even the young boys tried to take advantage of her being a widow, but it seemed she kept herself away from those vile things. However her seduction for Abdul wouldn't match with her characteristics.... it naturally made her curious.
"She'll find out about you soon enough! But for now, you're mine." Gurpreet smiled.
"It's okay," said Abdul. "You're way prettier than she is anyway."
Gurpreet blushed. "And you're too good for her. Now run along, and I'll see you next time at your house when your mother would be busy in her hospital duty." She led him to the door and kissed him softly. "Goodnight, my sweet little husband."
"Goodnight..... My darling Preet," He said softly. And he was gone.
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