Chapter 8

Getting motivated by Gurpreet Ma’am’s soothing speech, from next morning he started reading the notes more attentively 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 immersed himself in his studies. However 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 ... Allah, 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.

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 13 ... 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 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 kid’s 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 the 13 yrs old Muslim kid pushed forward and felt his cock slide through their 38 yrs old Adibasi 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.

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 kid.

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.

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 kid, 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 kid, 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 Allah! 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.