Proceed he did with the enthusiasm only the young possess! He let his palm rub, very gently, her soft and little fleshy belly, his tips sending tiny shocks through her body at the points of contact. After he had his fill of her belly, he lifted his palm up and a little north and ever so slowly brought it down.
He was spot on and his palm made a light contact with her blouse ensconced left breast. Kamala let out a light moan and he froze. He almost gave in to panic and thought of pulling his hand away and leave. But he didn’t. He just waited and waited, with bated breath. Kamala sensed his fear and his desire and his struggle. She stayed put and did nothing.
After a couple of minutes, Sekhar got back his courage. He let his palm cup her breast and press it with the tiniest of pressure. Oh god, this was heavenly! What lovely breasts Madame had hidden away from all in her drab clothing, he thought! Hers was the first breast he ever touched this way and it felt heavenly to him. He gave in to his passion and squeezed her left breast.
Kamala was dizzy. This was a totally new experience to her sex denied body. In her college days she heard and entertained thoughts of sex. Later on she had the normal sexual needs that were never fulfilled except through occasional masturbation when too much pressure built up and needed release. There was neither an opportunity nor the courage to have an affair with any one and before she realized it, she was labeled a spinster and that was that.
Eliciting no adverse reaction, Sekhar got bolder. He got off from the floor and sat gently on the edge of her bed. He cupped both her breasts one in each hand and squeezed gently. Kamala continued to feign sleep enjoying the fondling of her breasts for the first time. After a few minutes, he wanted more of her tits. He wanted them bare.
At home Kamala wore a blouse that was old fashioned, even for that period. It had a button at the top and the bottom border of the blouse had a belt like strip of clothing which could be tied into a knot. His probing fingers found out these details in just a few seconds. He had seen similar design blouse worn by his aunty once.
He therefore guessed that if he probed around the midpoint of the blouse, he could perhaps find an opening that would give him access to the bare flesh. He guessed it right and his probing fingers found the gap between the two unfastened halves of the blouse and went in.
He first touched her right breast and as his fingers touched the bare flesh, she moaned softly. He was not scared now and he didn’t care if he was caught. If she woke up and stopped him he would stop. Otherwise, he would proceed. His fingers went searching under her blouse and soon contacted her quivering nipple. He pushed his thumb in and rolled her hardening nipple between his thumb and fore finger.
Kamala could no longer contain herself. She was delirious with passion and shaking like a leaf. She quickly got hold of the bottom of her blouse and untied the knot and opened the two halves wide for him. Sekhar got hold of the top button and undid it. Her naked breasts heaving with passion lay fully exposed now. Though they couldn’t be seen clearly in the darkness, they could be felt.
Young Sekhar grabbed his Kamala Madame’s breasts in both hands and started squeezing and kneading them roughly. Kamala was in heaven. This was no boy, this was a man, a man possessed and his hands were those of a man, not of a boy! He tweaked and rolled her nipples and there was no need to pretend any longer.
“Oh Sekhar! ” She cried out with pleasure.
She could wait no longer. She grabbed his head with both her hands and pulled it to her bosom. As he clamped his young lips on her hard and quivering nipple, she cried out in pure ecstasy and her body shook. Sekhar was too hungry to notice anything else.
He clamped his mouth on her boob with raw passion and was trying to devour it. He quickly alternated between her two breasts, wanting to devour both. He settled to a rhythm of mouth on one and hands on the other, sending his Kamala Madame into raptures.
Sekhar was already aroused for some time and his young cock was literally jumping in his pajamas. As Kamala pulled his head on to her bosom, he fell partly on her side and the erect tent came into contact with the soft left buttock on its left side.
Kamala got a jolt when his hard cock made its first contact with her body. Shocked by the hardness, the heat and the quivering! Inexperienced as she was, instinct took over.
She dropped her left hand to her side and grabbed his hot cock. He followed her cue and placed his right hand on the folds of her sari and grabbed her mound. Her fingers desperately sought and released his hard, young, jumping penis from his pajamas and started stroking it up and down.
He responded by pushing his own hands under the folds of her sari and petticoat and touched her hairy, bare pussy for the first time. As he touched her there, she convulsed.
His hand and fingers acted on instinct and set her on an orgasmic course. Her soft hand stroking his bare, agitated cock was too much for him and he shot a load of his cum all over the lower part of her sari.
Kamala felt his release and went dizzy as she felt a quiver deep inside her that became a tremor and shook her like a leaf in free fall. They lay spent on each other – two novices.
After several minutes, Kamala gently pushed him away and got up from the bed. She walked up to the switch board and switched on the night lamp. They were too shy to look at each other immediately. She looked at her sari and found it was a mess with a lot of sticky cum all over it.
Sekhar rushed to the bathroom to clean up. She removed her sari. Her petticoat was okay. She quickly retied her blouse, took the crumpled bed sheet off and spread it again properly on the bed. When he returned, she went to the bathroom to clean up. Back in the room, she found Sekhar standing in a corner without meeting her eyes.
She slowly walked up to him and opened her arms. He looked at her. She looked happy and contended. So, she liked what they did! It was a great relief to him because he was scared how she would react. He quickly hugged her tightly, his arms around her. Sekhar never kissed a girl in his young life thus far. But he saw in English movies how they kiss. So he tried it the same way.
Cupping her serene face in both his hands, he brought his young lips into contact with her moist lower lip. As his lips clamped on her lower lip she literally swooned. It was so exciting and so sweet to be kissed on the lips by a man. She had thought this would never happen to her.
Her mouth opened up to him with all the pent up hunger of lost years. His tongue darted into her open mouth exploring it with youthful jest. It sought and found her tongue and started playing.
It was that first full, wet kiss that brought them close to each other – really close.
Wordlessly kamala walked to the bed, her hand still holding his. It was a single cot and narrow for the two of them but it would have to do for now. She was clad in a petticoat and blouse and he in his pajamas and bunion. They sat side by side and Sekhar’s hands went to her blouse. She stopped him.
She untied and removed her blouse and took it off. Her breasts were full, a little conical and hung a little low on her chest. But they were firm and had big brown areole of the size of a rupee coin. Her nipples were light brown and right size. They were not fully hard at that moment.
She gestured to Sekhar to remove his vest and he got rid of it. His chest was not very broad, had a few hairs but mostly hairless and muscular. His belly was flat and waist narrow.
They lay next to each other, side on, with Sekhar on her left and embraced. Her breasts now pressed softly against his chest and she moaned.
“I love you, Madame,” he said softly to her.
“I love you, Sekhar,” she whispered back.
They kissed again, full on the mouth and for long. As they hugged each other tightly, their bodies responded quickly. She felt his hardness poking at her through the pajamas.
Her hand went to his pajamas and tugged at the cord. He got the message. He got off the bed and removed his pajamas and jumped back into the bed, clad only in a short striped drawers. She reached for the opening and pulled out his erect cock. She looked at it fondly.
It was not thick or thin, just average girth. It was not too long, probably around five to six inches. It was light brown in color with the pink helmet. It was erect and vertical, pointing upwards to his belly. At its root was his black pubic thatch, not dense but light and curly. His balls were medium sized and looked cute in proportion.
To Kamala his cock looked absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. It was her first cock. It was her savior. It was going to penetrate and pleasure her, quench her age old hunger and thirst. It was the sacred phallus that was her deliverance!
She was so overcome with emotion that she wanted to kiss it with all her love.
Moving into a sitting position, she made him lay on his back with his head on her pillow. She untied and eased his drawers down his legs freeing his beautifully erect cock and the cute balls.
Holding it at the base in her left hand, she brought her mouth close to the helmet and kissed it lightly. Sekhar was spellbound. He never heard of oral sex, the novice that he was!
Kamala ran her tongue over his pinkish helmet and licked it. She tongued the edge of the helmet where the skin started. It left a pungent taste in her mouth that would be normally repulsive to her but strangely attractive now.
His cock looked like a banana to her and she wanted it a little more into her mouth. So she opened her mouth into a ‘O’ and took an inch of his cock in.
Her mouth was wet with saliva, soft, yielding and hot. Sekhar was totally lost in the pleasure. He only heard about how cock fucks a woman by going into a hole between the legs called cunt. He never heard of woman sucking a cock. Madame was very knowledgeable and he had great faith in her knowledge.
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