Chapter 9

The two mismatched lovers of havoc age difference ( 14 yrs & 36 yrs ) and status ( student & headmistress ) with different caste ( Muslim & Punjabi ) kissed while Jaspal watched secretly from behind the Almirah as his wife Gurpreet took Abdul’s hand and placed it on her wet cunt.

“Feel how wet I’m Abdul. You make me so wet.”

She felt his finger enter her and she almost passed out. The Headmistress and her kid student explored each other’s naked bodies, kissing and moaning. At one point she lay down on her bed ... spreading her thighs ... and pulling his small body above her large plump body as she felt his young cock sliding in her cunt ... rock hard and getting lubricated in her cunt-juices.

“I’ve got to have you baby. I have to have you inside me! Fuck me Abdul.”

Gurpreet felt her young student’s circumcised cock press against her cunt for second time after seven days ... as it easily slid in her excessive wet cunt. This was the moment that her husband eagerly waited since she had disclosed her latest affair with Abdul as she looked over at her husband who was standing quietly behind the Almirah of their bedroom.

“Come here Dear ... no need to hide yourself anymore,” She beckoned her husband and Abdul became highly shocked to see him as he stopped his thrusting and looked at Jas Uncle in panicked eyes.

Jaspal smiled at the boy and came closer to the bed. He patted on his back ... and encouraged him to continue his job. And getting assurance from the sober gentleman, the kid looked at him with puzzled eyes but resumed his pumping as his black cock started going in and out of his Headmistress-Aunty’s aristocratic cunt once again. She reached her arm out and opened her hand for her husband to hold while Abdul continued to fuck her.

“Oh dear God, He’s making me cum! Ohhhhhh ... yes, he is making me cum!!!”

Jaspal felt his wife squeeze his hand as her body convulsed in perverted pleasure. Slowly she let go of her husband’s hand as he sat on a chair near the bed and continued to watch the hard fuck his wife was getting from her kid student.

He couldn’t help but quickly pull his rockhard cock out from his plant’s fly and started to stroke it as he watched. He could clearly hear the ‘Poch-Poch’ wet sound of the kid student and his wife’s fucking which filled their large spacious air-conditioned bedroom.

His wife wrapped her long fleshy legs around the kid’s thin waist and she cried out as she had one orgasm after another. Then she finally felt her student’s cock throb ... pumping all his virile seed deep inside her. She kissed him deeply until his cock went soft inside her. She didn’t want him to ever pull out. He belonged inside her ... he was her second husband.

Gurpreet lay in the bed and watched her student-lover walk out of the bedroom to take a shower. She couldn’t believe that she seduced her Muslim student and fuck her ... especially with her husband’s presence but the intense pleasure that the kid had just given her easily overcame any guilt she had from their taboo coupling.

She had almost forgotten that her husband was in the room watching until she glanced over at the nearby chair of the bed and saw him. Her husband was covered in his own cum from jerking off while watching the young student and her fucking. He looked almost pathetic sitting there speechless as she felt somewhat guilty that her husband had to witness the incredible pleasure that Abdul had just given her.

“Dear, are you OK?” Gurpreet smiled shyly laying back on the bed as her husband just nodded.

“Why don’t you come over here and lay with me?” She motioned as he walked over to the bed and lay next to her.

“Did you like it Preet? Was it good?” Jaspal asked kissing his beloved wife lovingly.

“Abdul was incredible ... didn’t you notice? You know I wanted him for so long ... since he was admitted in my school. He made me cum so many times I stopped counting.” She said and could see that her husband was getting excited again.

“Roll on your back honey” Gurpreet whispered and he obeyed instantly. She then straddled her husband’s face and lowered her freshly fucked cunt to his mouth. He could see Abdul’s cum slowly flowing out of her still gaping cunt.

“Eat it dear! Eat my Muslim student’s cum!” Gurpreet urged her husband as he hesitated for a second. “Do it dear!!! Eat my kid lover’s cum!”

Jaspal then obeyed as he inserted his tongue into his wife’s gaping cunt-hole. It started as a slow trickle but soon large globs of the kid student’s cum were flowing into his mouth. He loved the taste of the Muslim baby seed that the kid had deposited deep into his wife’s cunt.

Gurpreet couldn’t believe what a whore she was. Her student had just fucked her while her husband watched and now she was making him eat that student’s cum too.

“Does it taste good honey? Yeah ... keep licking and get it all.” She urged feeling the wetness of her student’s cum and her husband’s saliva running down her thighs.

She moaned loudly as she had another orgasm on her husband’s face. She looked down at her husband. His face was glistened in the dimly lit room from the juices of her cunt and her student’s semen. After cleaning her cunt thoroughly, she walked to the bathroom, returned with a wash cloth and gently wiped her husband’s face clean.

“Honey, would you mind if I spent tonight with Abdul? I’m ovulating and I want to make sure he deposited all his virile cum in me. You’ve already known my early morning’s dreams ... and with the almighty God’s blessing, somehow I expect a miracle is going to happen.”

“Yes darling ... I’m feeling the same. I think the almighty God has sent this kid to fulfill our long waited dream.” Jaspal could see a small but strong ray of hope about his wife’s Impregnation. “And if you don’t mind I wish to sleep with him tonight in our marital bed”

“It’s OK dear ... I would love that,” Jaspal answered smilingly and Gurpreet was elated ... knowing her beloved husband’s approval. “And it would be better if you sleep in the guestroom tonight. I just want to take as much as his semen in my fertile womb.”

Jaspal agreed with his wife’s proposal as he went to the guest room which was right across from their master bedroom. However his mind was constantly swirling from what had just happened. Even he had given permission to his wife gladly to fuck the Muslim kid so that she could get pregnant ... a small ray of hope ... yet he was hopeful.

As he lay there thinking about his wife’s impregnation, he could hear the heavy moans of his wife and Abdul coming from their master bedroom. The kid was fucking her really hard ... his own cock became rockhard instantly.

Jaspal woke up the next morning alone it bed of the guest-room. Sunlight was peeking into the bedroom window ... so he knew that he had overslept. Maybe his wife was also sleeping ... she must have been exhausted from the hard fuckings that the Muslim kid had given her the whole night. Anyway, not disturbing them, he quietly refreshed himself and taking some breakfast, he went for his work.

However within minutes, Gurpreet too woke up from her sleep but didn’t find her kid lover ... fortunately he was gone, hopefully to his own house. Her husband had also gone to work. He must have slept into the guest room and gotten his clothes and was careful not to wake her.

Refreshing herself and taking some breakfast, she started to think about her recent escapade thoroughly and finally decided to discuss it with someone who would realise the matter’s seriousness and that’s when Ajmira’s face came to her mind. Yes, she was so reliable and compassionate.

Yes, to achieve her long-dreaming motherhood, she had to break her Muslim friend’s long trusted faith. She felt herself guilty for that as she cried ... and finally decided to open herself to her friend. Maybe she would realise the matter’s positive side and give some advices. At least she had someone to share her true feelings who would understand her ... not laughing or ridiculing her step.

She composed herself enough to call her. But she was her kid lover’s own mother and how she would take such an abusive matter ... she became confused and fearful. No ... no ... she would have to confess ... she had broken her friend’s faith by seducing him to fuck her ... just to fulfill the sweet dream she had been enjoying in the early morning for the last few days.

Actually, there is a strong belief in their caste and culture that early morning’s dream would never be wasted. Even she had discussed the matter with her husband who immediately supported her feeling. However he advised her to discuss the whole matter with Ajmira ... because her son was directly involved with it.

“I think Ajmira will realise our problem ... don’t worry darling, you just follow your dreams to become a mother.” Jaspal assured his wife with a shooting voice.

Ajmira could tell by the sound of Gurpreet’s voice that something was seriously wrong. She agreed to meet her at a local bar where they could talk over a glass of wine. It was just before noon ... so that the bar was fairly empty and the two friends got a private booth in the back where no one would overhear them.

“So what’s the matter Preet? You sounded terrible on the phone!”

Gurpreet hesitated but the words finally came to her. “I can’t believe what has just happened. I can’t believe what I’ve done! Yes, I’ve broken your faith.”

“Don’t worry dear ... I firmly know you can’t do a wrong. Please tell me ... you know each and every problem has a solution,”

“Please Ajmira, don’t misjudge me. I’m so embarrassed to tell you. You know that lately I have been obsessed with your son and I started to see him as a stud lover. Few days ago I seduced him to fuck me and last night we once again fucked like a newly wed lovers. It just happened. To make things worse, my husband watched ... even I made him clean me up at the end.” Gurpreet said at a stretch ... even not missing to mention her early morning’s dream which she had been enjoying for the last few days.

Ajmira became stunned hearing her dearest friend’s confession. Although her friend often mentioned her son’s cuteness, his virility ... she couldn’t believe her friend really would seduce her kid to fulfill her early morning’s dream. She sat there few moments to digest the matter’s seriousness ... and finally opened her mouth.

“I could guess your feeling ... I think you haven’t done a single mistake ... I still have full faith on you. It couldn’t be that bad!” replied Ajmira with an assuring smile ... keeping her hands on Gurpreet’s back.

“You aren’t mad ... you don’t feel hatred towards me,” Gurpreet couldn’t hold her emotion as her eyes became moistened with tears. “You’re so good ... yes, you show an example of real friendship.”

“Preet, it’s OK,” Ajmira reassured her ... wiping Gurpreet’s tearful eyes with her ‘Dupatta’. “I can understand your feeling and I’m not mad about seducing my son. Actually I did the same to become a mother ... yes, a woman’s womanhood is ultimately fulfilled by achieving her mothership status,” Ajmira once again patted her friend’s back ... assuring her not to feel any type of guiltiness. “I knew that you were cherishing my son for a long time ... anyway, was it good? I mean was my son able to satisfy you?”

“Yeah, it was better than good,” Gurpreet admitted smilingly. “Your son was incredible! I couldn’t stop cumming. I’ve never felt anything like it. He is so handsome and young ... making love to me not like an inexperienced kid but like a real stud. I felt like his body was melting in mine and that our souls became one.”

“Oh Preet. It sounds like you are in love with my son!” Ajmira said feeling a itch started to grow in her cunt as she squirmed on her seat.

“I am! With your son!!! Not only that I told him to call me as his wife,” replied Gurpreet as she started to cry.

“It’s OK Preet, I could guess your feeling,” Once again Ajmira wiped her childless Punjabi friend’s eyes with her ‘Dupatta’ as she continued, “So what did Jasbhai do while all this was going on?”

“He sat excitedly beside the bed sitting on a chair and watched while stroking his extremely hard cook,” replied Gurpreet. “Your son and I totally forgot that he was just beside our bed. We made love in front of my husband who often encouraged your son by massaging his swinging ballsac.”

“It means he must have been OK with it otherwise he would have stopped you. He surely enjoyed it as much as you and my son did.”

“Yeah, you know he always likes to see me fucking others.”

“How could I forget those exciting moments ... I could remember how much your husband loved to watch you when my late husband Latif fucked you savagely,” Ajmira now started rubbing her itching cunt reminiscing her deceased husband’s lovemaking with her Punjabi friend. “At least you’ve included Jasbhai this time also and let him watch ... so there will be no complication in future. I’m glad that finally you let him clean your creampie cunt.”

“Oh that was so hot ... he sucked my creampie cunt like a hungry dog,” Gurpreet laughed remembering her husband’s kinkiness ... then she asked her friend. “Anyway, what do I do now?”

“It’s now obvious to me that you are in love with my son. Plus you said that my son fucked you like a stallion. I’d let my son know how you feel and make sure that he knows that you want him to be your husband. Let him know how much he means to you and how you need to feel him in your arms. Be his wife Preet ... and my daughter-in-law! Enjoy it! It’s every mother’s dream ... and yes, from now on you aren’t my friend but my Bouma ( Daughter-in-law ) ... now smile!”

“You’re are so kind Ajmira,” Gurpreet’s eyes again filled with tears with emotional enjoyment.

“Not Ajmira ... I’m your Sasurima ( Mother-in-law ) ... So call me as ‘Maa” or ‘Ammi’ ... isn’t it fair?” Ajmira smiled.

“Yes Ammi ... I’m really proud to have my dearest friend as my Mom,” raising from her seat Gurpreet touched her Muslim friend’s feet as Ajmira hugged her friend with tearful eyes and kissed her lips.

“And what about Jasbhai? Is he OK with your second husband?” Ajmira asked.

“Although he supports my step about fucking your son to achieve my pregnancy, it looks he is confused about accepting the idea of regarding your son as my second husband.” Gurpreet said.

“Don’t worry about that ... just wait patiently and keep faith in the almighty God ... everything would solve in time,” Ajmira assured, “Share some of your new romance with your husband when he would fuck you but maintain some private time for just you and my son. And finally thank you so much for accepting my kid as your husband.”

“Oh I’m so lucky,” Gurpreet exclaimed.

Gurpreet was feeling restless in her class ... reminiscing Abdul’s eight inches black cock’s hard pistoning in her cunt ... as a little but continuous seeping of cunt-juices was occurred ... steadily flowing down her thighs. As she was wearing Saree-Blouse that day, nobody was able to notice that ... but finally unable to continue her class, she had to come back to her house in tiffin hours.

However, her husband’s mind was attacked with almost the same type of thinking. Although he wasn’t a hard-core racist, he couldn’t accept the Muslim kid becoming his wife’s second husband and eventually his competitor.

His mind whirled in conflicting thoughts as he decided to go back to his home. He too couldn’t concentrate in his work reminiscing what had happened the previous night. He could feel that his wife would have mixed emotions too but he wanted to make sure that she knew everything was OK.

He went up to their master bedroom hoping to find his wife but she didn’t come back from her school ... actually she returned home from 5:00 to 6:00 pm. The bed was still unmade and the sheets were full of cum stains ... that was flown down from her creampie cunt. He knew if he was there he would have to clean up most of Abdul’s cum from her overflowing cunt.

Abdul must have filled his wife’s cunt a few more times during the night and it was drained from her while she slept in his arms. He changed the sheets. He knew very well that a good cuckold would do that for his beautiful loving wife.

Anyway while he was changing the wrinkled and dirty bed sheet, his wife came back from the school. She noticed him changing the bedsheet with a new ones.

“Hi dear ... you went out when I woke up ... so I couldn’t share my feelings.” Said Gurpreet softly. She began to grin as he hugged her quickly and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Now tell me, what do you think about my new lover?”

“Abdul ... He is a nice kid ... he reminds me about your last kid lover Birbahadur. You know I always enjoy your lovemaking in the arms of a kid. Actually after a long time, once again seeing you in the arms of a kid I was overwhelmed. You were incredible to watch.”

“Thanks, you’ve liked that. But dear, I have to confess that I’m in love with Abdul. Of course I’m in love with you and always will be. But now I’m in love with Abdul too. I mean that I want to be more than his Headmistress-Aunty’. I want him to be my husband too ... I mean second husband ... are you OK with that?” With that she looked at her husband questioningly.

“Husband! Abdul as your second husband! That mere kid!” Jaspal was confused for a moment. “But what about Ajmira? I don’t think she would be OK with this.”

“You’ve already noticed he is a kid no more. Although his bodily structure is far more inferior than you, but in fucking department, he is no doubt superior than you” Gurpreet raised her logic. “And about Ajmira? I’ve already discussed that with her. She is OK with that ... even she has blessed me as a real mother-in-law.”

“Fine ... if Ajmira wants you as her daughter-in-law ... I have no objection to treat Abdul as your second husband. You know how much I love you and I always want you to be happy.” Jaspal replied like a real cuckold husband. “But if you don’t mind I’d like to watch your love occasionally though.”

“You’re so good, dear,” Gurpreet smiled in relief. “And I have no objection in your voyeuristic enjoyment,”

Anyway, getting approval of continuing her romance with Abdul from her Muslim friend and finally from her beloved husband, Gurpreet’s joys knew no bounds ... so the next few days were nonstop sex. She and her kid student made love almost the entire time ... often neglecting their school as long as he was in her house.

“Don’t take too long honey. I have a surprise for both of you,” After dinner one night as Abdul offered to do the dishes like a responsible husband, Gurpreet said and went up the stairs smilingly.

“OK Preet ... just a minute,” Abdul replied throwing a flying-kiss to his Headmistress-wife.

“You guys can both come up now.” About 15 minutes later, Gurpreet called them to come upstairs.

Abdul entered the bedroom first with Jaspal close behind. The bedroom was illuminated with candles ... and few burning incense sticks as a nice intoxicating scent was filled in the room. Numerous lovely scented flowers were scattered on the bed and at least thirty long garlands were hanging from the ceiling.

Gurpreet stood in next to the bed dressed in a bright red ‘Lahenga’ that her friend Ajmira had presented for her second ‘Wedding Night’. Welcoming her two husbands with a generous smile, the 36 yrs old reputed Headmistress had placed a chair in the nearest corner of the bedroom for her husband’s sitting. It was close enough where he could get a good view of the action ... soon to be going on the decorated luxurious bed but far enough away as to not interfere.

“Do you like it?” asked Gurpreet as she looked into Abdul’s eyes. “Now baby, take off your clothes and hold me like a real husband.”

“Oh God my dear Preet ... what a romantic atmosphere and with this ‘Lahenga’ you look so beautiful and sexy!” Abdul said in an overwhelming tone as he slowly took off her clothes in front of the older Punjabi couple. It was obvious that her first husband approved her wedding dress and his cock twitched thinking about his debut ‘Wedding Night’ with his ‘Dream-Queen’.

“Your mother has presented this to wear for our this special night,” Gurpreet smiled.

“My mother! What do you mean? Do you tell her about us?” Abdul looked at her with a shocking look.

“Yes dear ... I thought it wouldn’t be good to keep such a serious thing without your mother’s knowledge.” Gurpreet said as she disclosed her conversation with Ajmira. “Moreover I guess things already got out of our hands.”

“Oh Allah! It’s so embarrassing! I don’t know how would I face my mother after this.” Abdul was puzzled.

“Don’t worry Abdul ... time would solve all the problems,” She assured the confused kid like her friend cum mother-in-law. “Anyway whatever has done we have nothing to do with that ... now we can start our life in a new way. Yes I want to look like your bride when we would make love.”

And hearing such romantic words from his wife and thinking about the hot prospect of her second ‘wedding-night’ with her kid student, Jaspal’s cock started aching as he watched his wife seduction in glazed eyes.