Obviously, she had this knowledge too and was using it now. It was so heavenly! He would just follow Madame, his teacher. She would guide him and tell him what to do and when, he thought.
Her instinct working sharply, Kamala swallowed more of his cock into her mouth and started sucking on it, simulating kids sucking on an ice fruit. Her hanging breasts were constantly rubbing against his hard and flat stomach and the nipples were now painfully hard.
She felt his hands gripping her head from behind and pushing it. It was as if he wanted his cock to be swallowed. Resisting his pressure, she instinctively controlled the up and down moment of her mouth.
Kamala felt his cock was fucking her mouth or was it her mouth fucking his cock? She smiled at her own erotic confusion and relaxed a little. It was then that her head was pushed further down by his hands and his cock went in a little more and the helmet touched the soft entrance to her throat.
They both froze for a second. It was absolutely fabulous. For him it felt as if his cock was into her cunt hole. For her it felt divine to be so touched by the cock in such a soft, sensitive area and images flashed through her mind of this cock deep into her moist, virginal cunt.
The impact was thus tremendous on both of them. As she sucked on hungrily he exploded. He ejaculated hot, thick sperm into her mouth. Kamala gagged and nearly choked. But she recovered quickly and opened her throat to receive the flow. It went smoothly into her and she felt elated, swallowing the rich, male sperm.
As the flow ebbed, she sucked the last few drops. As his penis started contracting, she licked it dry with her tongue. It tasted like a salt less soup to her but she loved it.
Sekhar was lost to this world. His eyes shut he was still recovering from the avalanche of joy and pleasure that engulfed him. His ejaculation and release were of a magnitude he never experienced before. Madame was like an Angel fulfilling his wildest dreams!
Kamala derived great satisfaction from the oral sex that she performed so spontaneously. Though her own organ was not involved directly, she enjoyed immensely having him in her mouth and receiving his sperm in her throat. She felt the great pleasure he derived from her act and that pleased her.
In addition, she felt she had the control now, control on him and on their mutual pleasure. She was also aware of the risk of pregnancy with unprotected sex. She wanted to properly prepare herself for the final act.
They were both tired from all the excitement of that night and slept well in their mutual embrace.
Before he left next morning Kamala cautioned him to be very careful so as not to cause any suspicion in anyone’s mind about their relationship. He must avoid all contact with her at the college. Even at the tuition he should be very correct and careful, she added.
She herself was ecstatic about their relationship. She knew they would consummate it today. During the lunch hour she made a trip to her close friend from childhood, Dr.Padma who was a Gynecologist.
She took her into confidence and told her she wanted protection from pregnancy without revealing any details. Padma was very happy for her friend and gave her the ‘pills’ and advised her on how to take them. She also gave her a tube of jelly and more instructions.
The day went very slowly for both of the lovers lost in their own wild erotic thoughts. At last it was nine in the night and Sekhar knocked at her door. As soon as he came in, she shut the door. They embraced with a sense of urgency and kissed hard. It was along and satisfying kiss. When they came up for air, Kamala released him and walked into her room.
Asking Sekhar to help her, she removed the single cot and put it upright along a free wall. They spread two mats on the floor. On one mat they spread the mattress removed from her bed. On another, they spread a spare mattress. She spread two fresh bed sheets on these mattresses and put two pillows at the head and one big blanket. Their beds were ready.
They looked at each other and they were both tense. Kamala knew that he was in awe of her and she was expected to take the lead by virtue of being his teacher and his senior by many years.
She sat on the bed with her back against the wall, her legs stretched out and signaled him to sit along her side. He sat close to her, sitting likewise, their thighs touching. She took his right hand in her hands and gently caressed it.
“Do you like me a lot, Sekhar?” she asked softly.
“I love you, Madame.”
“Call me Kamala then.”
“I can never do that, Madame,” he said emphatically.
“Why?”
“I respect you a lot, like I respect my mother. Can I call her by name?” he countered.
“Am I like your mother?” she asked smiling.
He blushed deep red and mumbled, “what I meant was about respect.”
“Okay. I understand. Can I call you by a pet name?” she asked.
“Any name. You can call me by any name, Madame.”
“Good! What do you want to do now?” she asked mischievously.
“I want to play with them,” he said boldly, pointing at her breasts.
“What do you call them?” her pulse quickening.
“Oh, I know they are your breasts. We boys call them boobs and tits.”
“You like my boobs? What do you want to play with them?” she was feeling excited by their talk.
“I love your boobs, Madame. They are like ripe mangoes, I like to squeeze and suck them.”
His breath quickened as Kamala dropped her pallu, untied her blouse and removed it. In the bright light of the main lamp now her mango tits looked beautiful and sexy to him.
She quickly pulled him to her and gestured him to lay with his head in her lap and facing her.With her right hand cradling his head she pulled him close to her left tit and fed it to his young lips.
As his wet, young lips clamped on the tit and its nipple, she gave a deep sigh and said, “Oh, my baby, suck my boobs. Suck your Madame’s tits to your heart’s content.”
Her words were musical to him and he started making urgent love to her breasts with his hungry mouth and with his strong hands. She felt the fire stoked in her loins by his actions. Pressing his head closer to her bosom, she felt she was suckling her baby.
You are both my lover and my baby, she thought to herself. I see both in you, my love!
“Give them a rest, baby,” she said after a while.
She stood up lazily and removed her sari. She now had only her white petticoat on. She pulled him to her and slowly pulled at the cord of his pajamas. It slipped and fell down his legs.
He stepped out of it and also removed his bunion quickly. He stood in front of her clad in a new white underwear. His bulge showed off well and he was thrilled when Kamala’s looks focused on that.
With her right palm she gently cupped his bulge and he shivered with the thrill. Gently she slipped her palm into his drawers and grabbed his cock. Putting both her hands inside, she started a slow, teasing fondle of his cock and balls.
Slowly she pulled the underwear away exposing his naked tool with its appendage. He looked very sexy to her with his erect and quivering cock and the cute balls.
“Don’t you want to see and touch Madamethere?” she asked, softly and a little shyly.
The young boy wanted nothing else for days. He was so hungry for it and had shagged so many times just thinking about Kamala Madame’s pussy. Now he needed no further invitation. His hands reached out and found the cord of her petticoat.
He managed to untie it correctly and the garment fell in a heap at her feet. He looked at her womanhood for the first time in all its naked glory.
Her pubic area was cleanly shaven. He looked in awe at her vaginal mound, the upper folds, the slit and the lips. He was excited – excited to see his first pussy – more excited because it was his Madame’s.
He was also scared – scared because he was not sure how exactly he should handle that vagina and scared of not doing well.
Instinctively he reached out and cupped her bare pussy in his right palm causing her to moan loudly and wiggle her hips. With his left hand he reached for her behind. Her twin buttocks were high and beautiful, like two sand dunes. His hand couldn’t get enough of their flesh into his palm. He knew there was only one way to quench their thirst.
He pulled kamala hard into his tight embrace so that his hard cock and balls aimed and contacted her mound tightly and he grabbed her buttocks in both hands pulling her even closer. As she felt his cock on her mound, her knees became weak and her hands held on to his shoulders for support.
Seeing their desire peaking to such levels, she got out of his embrace and fell back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. She opened her legs wide to accommodate him.
Sekhar lay on top of her and felt the soft, fleshy, hot, naked body of his teacher squirm under him and he kissed her hard on her mouth. He felt her breasts getting squashed against his chest with hard nipples poking at him. His hands found and held her smooth flanks and he was conscious of his hard cock poking at her pussy and the widening of her legs.
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