My Widow Professor – Part 7 (Wedding Night)

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To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to be loved by the person you love and getting married is everything. My marriage was not simple. It was extraordinary – a marriage where love triumphed over society and odds. We proved love doesn’t care about age, religion, caste, or even if she is your teacher.

All lines were crossed. But still, there was a single line that needed to be crossed to become two bodies, one soul. Yes, our first night, after which there will be no boundaries, no lines but only pure love. Each step we were heading towards the resort, we were reaching very close to our goal.

My pulse was racing, and my body heat was starting to rise. I was feeling butterflies playing in my stomach. I was driving, and the hair of my arms was standing up as I was feeling her soft skin pressed against mine. The glow of the moonlight and stars were adding excitement to its next level.

The cold breeze blowing, kissing me and making my body a tingling sensation. The romantic night casting a spell on me, making me difficult to control myself. It was simply too much for me. I stopped my bike near a dark place where no one can see us.

I slipped my hands around her shoulders and kissed her. We broke apart and smiled together. My arms slid down to her back, and I kissed her again. The smile between us was short-lived. My teacher’s arm tightened around my neck, and we kissed again.

This time, her lips mashing against mine for several long seconds before her tongue slipped into my mouth. I moved my hands around to her front to claim her tits, sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth, mine dwelt with hers, and finally pushed back until it returned to its home.

We were gasping for air when we finished. My teacher’s hand slid from my shoulder. We both smiled, watching each other.

I then excused myself and called the resort manager.
Me – Sir, we are heading to the resort. Are all the arrangements good?

Manager – Everything is absolutely fine. I personally checked each and every detail. You will be delighted to see the arrangements. They are spot on. I assure you will love it.

Me – Thank you very much, sir, for your kind help. It means a lot to me.

Manager – My pleasure, sir. Our whole team is always there for you.

We again started to move to the resort for our wedding night. We reached, and the manager greeted us with a “Happy married life” and took us to another room.

Teacher – Honey, aren’t we going to our room?

Me – No love. There is a surprise for you.

She became excited, and so was I. We reached the room. The moment the door was opened. We were astounded and dumbfounded. The plush carpet looks iridescent, radiating a sense of luxury and comfort. The headboard introduces the perfect contrast leaving a dim, romantic glow and a feeling of intimacy.

For the ultimate touch of romance, hanging light pink sheers that create a rosy glow throughout the space. Curtains hanging in front of a large love shaped bed where it was written ‘Have Fun’ with flowers of jasmine and lotus petals spread on it. The room was too beautiful for our first night.

We kept on watching the room for some minutes. Finally, I broke the silence.

Me – (seductively) Did you like your surprise?

Teacher – I loved it. It’s beautiful.

Me – It is not more beautiful than you.

We both laughed. I thanked and hugged the manager for such a beautiful surprise.
Manager – It’s a gift from our side, and you don’t need to pay any extra money for it.

He then gave me a devilish smile and said, “Have fun, sir.” He went away.

I was a little stunned but very much excited. We entered the room. I locked the room. Without informing her, I lifted her on my arms and took her to the bed. She was really surprised by my act. I gently placed her on the bed and started to look at her, admiring her bridal look.

I thought the night I have dreamed of was finally coming true. The future surrounds me with hope and yet fear. I have waited so long to find my perfect mate. The night is meant for me to share, enjoy each other as a perfect pair. I made comfortable on the bed and went near her.

Me – Are you comfortable.

Teacher – I am not quite sure.

Me – Don’t feel uncomfortable with me. You can share everything with your husband.

She just gave a smile and hugged me. It was one of those tight hugs that took my breath away, gave me butterflies, and made me smile like crazily. With a gentle, sensual kiss on her lips, I started to undress her. With my shaky hands, I was undressing her.

My lips were getting fully dry. I was absorbing each and every moment and was recording it in my mind. It was a night where I am going to lose my virginity. I want to cherish this moment till my death. I saw little nervousness, a bit excitement curious on her face. I removed her saree, blouse, and petticoat.

She was only with her push up bras and thongs. It was a sight to behold. I undressed. While undressing myself, I was watching her. She was scanning me from head to toe. Now I was only with my underwear.

I went close to her and again kissed her on her lips. We were chewing and exploring the secrets of our mouth. The moment I pushed my tongue in her mouth, she sucked it and welcomed it with grace. Our tongue danced and twisted together. While our breaths headed quicker.

We were exchanging saliva from each other’s mouths. It was like a never-ending kiss. I intentionally slowed my movement, careful to memorize the eternal wonder of this sacred movement.

While I was kissing, I slowly unhooked her bra and started to take her thongs off. She responded by lifting her hips. We broke our kiss. I was mesmerized, seeing her fully naked. I saw a real woman naked for the first time. She was sexier than those porn stars. She was the eighth wonder of the world.

Her breasts are large, not huge or pendulous but ample and pert, despite their size. They are full and round. Not only they stand out from her chest, but also they have a large circumference and wide diameter. The areolas are pinky attractive, the nipples suckable prominent.

They are near perfect tits. The tits made for sex, not for suckling children. Delicious is the word that comes to mind describing her. Her flat tummy, shimmering with few of arousal, it’s the deep ocean like navel winking at me.
Her hairy bush hiding her precious womanhood.

Her tight hard, thick thighs ran down into long, marble-smooth legs. A shudder rippled through my spine, much like the cold shiver we guys feel as we pee. But this was much more surreal. As I busked in the vista of the teacher’s bare chest, I felt goosebumps on my arms upon seeing her full, shapely chest.

It was sexy as hell to watch. The animal in me was unleashed. How can a male resist such beauty? I jumped on her and started to kiss each and every part of her face, and she was just moaning with excitement and fervor. Slowly, I descended to her neck, to her clavicle, started kissing and licking her.

I bent closer all of my attention on her right tits, tongue brushing the cherry red tips of her captivating bounty. This closer, I could see a gossamer web of tiny blue veins just barely visible through her alabaster skin, radiating out from her bountiful areolas. The areola surrounding the nipples was a dusky pink.

I paused, examining her breast, her breathing had quickened, and her nipple grew harder still, beckoning my lips. They were both dark and swollen now, like two ripe red cherries waiting to be tasted and devoured. I latched on, looked up into her eyes. Her eyes glittered darkly.

I kissed and put my lips on her right nipple. The moment my lips touched her nipples, it just melted in my mouth. I sucked and licked her nipples. There was no milk, it was fully dry, but her love was flowing in my mouth. It was so pulpy and fleshy.

I teased by licking her nipples and surrounding her areolas with my tongue. With my right hand, I cupped her left breast feeling soft and delicate mounds of hers. I kept on stroking and squeezing her bare tits. In the meanwhile, I lightly pinched her nipples with my index finger and thumb and sometimes nibbled her tits.

She led a loud moan. It was my first tit feast since my childhood, and it was so exciting. I was feeling loved like a child. I tried to engulf entire of her tits, but it was too huge for me. I kept on sucking, kissing, and licking one by one of her tits. I kept on sucking for some minutes and gave my love bites on her bare tits.

She got all turned on as she panted for breath. Her eyes were closed, and she acted kind of weak, gasping for air. I lowered her back down into the bed, and we faced each other. We never spoke at these sessions, just her little moans. I pulled my underwear.

My large, hard rod, pulsating manhood, was released from the cage. I don’t know if it were my imagination, but I felt like my dick has got a little larger than other times. I felt it must have grown to half-inch more. I could clearly see my large bluish veins protruding out from my shaft.

It was standing with pride and glory. I saw the excitement and the lust in her eyes when she saw my lovely cock. I took her hand and put her slightly shaking hand on my hard-on. She began to squirm slightly. Her face showed excitement and some straining, trying to resist the temptation to go forward and do more.

I didn’t push it but waited. I kissed her again with a lot of passion, which she must have liked. She kept her hand on my hard-on, never moving it, just held her hand still. Her passion increased in kissing me, and our tongues were going wild on our mouth.

I felt her hand start going slightly back and forth my hard-on. She was really gasping for breath now. She moaned out a tiny whisper in my ear. The first time she had spoken about our touching and kissing. She said, “Wow so huge and hard.”

She squeezed my dick little hard, measuring the hardness and the stiffness. I allowed her some time to feel and take pleasure from my dick. She was just jacking off and varying the speed. I was helpless, I was unable to move due to the pleasure I was getting from her.

I kept my eyes shut and felt the ecstasy pleasure getting on me. Her soft and delicate palm was doing magic and wonders in my body. My body was quivering, and my heat rising. She started to increase her pace, and I started moaning a little loud by then.

It was too much for me, I wanted to stay longer and feel the moment. I never wanted such a pleasure to get its end, but it’s said every pleasurable thing has an end, and so was mine. Suddenly I felt something churning in my stomach and letting know I was close.

My balls tightened, I clenched my legs and emptied a massive load. I came a lot, and my seeds felt on her body, some on the bed, and some dribbled down my dick. I had by far the best and biggest orgasm of my life. It was a feeling I have never felt in my life.

I just rolled on my back, kept my eyes shut and breathing heavily. My teacher slept near me with her head on my chest. I felt too happy and relieved. I wanted to return to her the same feelings which I was feeling now. I got an idea. I grabbed a tissue paper. I cleaned myself and gave her to clean herself.

So, for now, I am completing my seventh part of the story which was about our wedding night. In my next part, I will let you know about my idea and all the intimate scenes that took place between my teacher and me. I will make sure you all will love it. I will post it as soon as possible.

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