“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.
“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 escapade 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.