THE STUDENT: A tale of love, lust, sex and the struggle of a poverty stricken student’s life Read online

  Even though I had cousins living next door, we never played together. I was not allowed by my mum, let alone the children of other families, no chance. I had another friend whose parents often came to our house to helped with house chores. My family and his family were very good friends. However, he was again about five years older than me. He did not have many friends either. I happened to be spending more time as friends with him than any other friends of my age.

  We rolled tyres together, it was a used front tyre of a Massey Ferguson 135 tractor. The tyre gave away black each time we tap on it to role and our palms were covered in black and then the legs and faces too. I was not big or old enough to ride a bicycle back then, I meant a standard bicycle. I did not have a boy’s bicycle. The tyre was the only source of outdoor entertainment. I had a lot of rubber toys in the form of animals like tigers, lions, elephants, ducks, fish, parrots and more. But we never played with toys when together. Instead we chose to go out and catch fish in the stream down the garden, in the paddy fields and in the ponds. We enjoyed the time when the heavy rain flooded and destroyed the fields and roads. You would often find newly formed sand plains in paddy fields after the food water has resided after a few days. We built sand castles, drew animals, dug ponds and put the fish we caught there. It was the whole world to us. We were so happy. We did not have a clue about what was happening around us, in the country and in the world.

  We climbed trees, picked cashews and eat the soft fruit sitting on a branch on the tree. We had few mango trees in our garden surrounding the house of different varieties. We were up on them trees most of the time. They were not very tall ranging from ten to forty feet. The wild mango trees we had up and down the garden were very tall. We did not climb them instead we waited for the ripe mangoes to fall off. Up our garden was hilly. There were rocks where we cracked and eat Beli fruit from our trees, the fruit has a hard shell. You need to break it to eat the soft juicy fruit inside. Beyond the hill of our garden was the village temple. They had more Beli trees and they were tastier than ours. We often went there to collect Beli, Wood Apples, Nelli, Bulu and Aralu. In fact, the temple was our second home. Our family and the temple was very close. I often went there. We were generously treated to food, mainly excess alms given to the monks.

  Up our garden where the hills and rocks were, there were vegetable, yams and fruits grown by my parents. Papaya trees were laden with fruits and ripe on the trees. We used to pick one or two and split in half with our finger nails and eat sitting on the basin of a rock. There was this long vine of passion fruits. There were more than enough to eat. We watched lizards, beetles, butterflies, parrots and snakes looking for a feast in among the plants. The caves under the rocks harboured snakes and scorpions. When the sun sets large bats flew past above us. Some landed on our large jack fruit trees. The jack fruit made a curry when they were baby jack, a boiled staple diet when they were mature and a fruit when they were ripe. You could boil, burn on a fire or dry the stones and they were a delicacy. We had cassava yams. We dug them out and eat raw or burnt them on an open wood fire and eat. Different varieties of bananas and pineapples ripen on the trees tasted heaven. There were iguanas, mangoes and porcupines. They were a tasty addition to your dinner table. Among other game meat were wild foul, wild boar, deer, hare, rabbit, tortoise, bats though I haven’t eaten one yet, apes and fresh water fish.

  We had an abundant supply of sea food, a wide selection of fresh fish directly from the sea. The local fish monger went to the beach almost every morning. He brought fish from the boats that had landed. Then he visited us in the afternoon, we had fish almost every other day. I enjoyed buying fish. I kept experimenting with different varieties and the most popular ones. I loved preparing them for cooking. that was the only cooking task I undertook at home. Fresh prawns were very cheap back then. We fried them with drumstick leaves, ah mouth-watering. The blue fin tuna was so tasty and so cheap to buy. Now an endangered species due to over fishing. That is one of the best tasting fishes if you ever get a chance to try, cooked in a curry with the skin on and cut into chunky dices. It was illegal to sell turtle meat. However, there was a black market. The fish monger had them hidden whenever it was available. It was sold to the people he knew and could trust. We tried them from time to time. And sometimes the sting ray as well. I did not think they were illegal to sell. The meat was not very tasty, they were full of soft bones that you can crunch and eat. Squids, there was this small variety which we either fried or cooked in a curry.

  We climbed small coconut trees, plucked baby coconuts, drank the juice and then scoop the soft white fruit inside the hard shell in to our mouths. We searched the hedges and bushes to find sprouting coconuts and cashews. The young coconut develops a soft tasty soft white ball inside the shell as the new shoot and roots emerge from the coconut husk, and when the shoot is about one feet tall, you get a fully grown soft fruit inside the shell. With cashews, the shell opens as the new roots and plant come out. The nut inside forms a two part leafy arms and turn into light green colour from white which you can eat with a different taste to the one you have when it is in the shell and very tender. You can often find cashew nuts, almonds and other wild nuts under big tall trees where bats perch to enjoy their dinner during the night. You do not need to have cashew trees in your garden if you have larger tall trees, you can pick plenty in the mornings during the fruit season.

  Chapter Two

  A quite afternoon at Max Mara. I was walking about on the shop floor to see the products on different sections. You hardly get a chance to go and see them on busy days. I was enjoying the fact that not being busy.

  “Hi” I hear from behind. It was this posh lady again. She was on her own this time with her hand bag under her arm. “Hi, how are you?” I asked. “I am good. Are you doing anything on Saturday?” she asked. What does she want? I could say I was working. Loosely I said “Not much, do you have any plans?”. “You are welcome to come round to mine for a drink.” She said resting her fingers on my arm.

  Saturday evening, I drove up to her estate. There was a large gate and a long driveway to her country manor resident. The hall was large with scenic views over her land. “Amelia” I said to the waiting female servant at the door. She let me into her large high ceilinged reception hall and I waited. Amelia came down the wide staircase in a see through white dress. I could see her white knickers and boobs as she did not wear one. “I am glad you came” She held both my arms and said while kissing both of my cheeks. She smells good, just out from the bath, wet hair, oh my God. What does she want?

  She held my hand and walked me upstairs. Where is she taking me? She was tall and I barely reached her shoulders. I don’t care. We walked through a dimly lit drawing room into her large bedroom. There was a large double bed with curtains hanging from the roof of the bed. Red, purple, black and white bedding. There was a china bathtub in the middle of the room, a dressing table, sofa and a mahogany coffee table. She walked me into her bed and sat on the side with me and said “You can do anything you like”. I gazed at her. She set her eyes on mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes and faces then I reached her lips.

  Amelia got up and walked into a glass cabinet on the wall and said “Brandy?” showing me the bottle. I nodded and she poured the brandy into two glasses. I walked up to her, put my left arm round her waist and had a sip. Then I slip my both arms up from her shoulders all the way down to her feet feeling her curves over her white see through dress. She sighed and dropped her head back letting her long black hair hanging. I felt her over and over again, over her dress giving attention to her GG boobs and kissing her knickers over her dress. “Oh yeah … this feels so good” she panted touching my hair and face. She ran her soft fingers over my lips and into my mouth. Wow, she has such a gentle body, arms, delicate fingers, legs and feet. She is rich and does not work. A baby in a larger frame. Untainted.

  I had another shot of brandy and put my head under her dress and kissed her knickers and bum then reached her
boobs through her loose dress and my slim body just fitted in. I sucked her nipples squeezing bet sexy bum and slim waist. This is heaven, Oh God. She slowly lifted her dress up and took it off her head. Wow, what a body. She was just in her white knicker now. We hugged each other holding too tight, rested our heads against each other’s and stayed in a sensual lock for a while. I felt her hear beat, breath, pulse and warmth. The scent of her skin glued me onto her. I inhaled in her skin. A feeling of electrifying ran in my veins making me tremble and shiver.

  I took her back to her bed, laid her on the bed, took my clothes off but my white briefs. I picked up a red rose from her vase and ran it all over her body from boobs, nipple, cleavage down to her tummy, over her knickers and from her neck down to her back, then on to her bum and legs. She trembled, breathed heavily and sighed. I repeated.

  It was darker outside now, her skin glittered in the dim blue lights. I whispered to her “I am gonna lick every inch of your body now”. “Yeah, lick me all over” she whispered to me feeling my hair and chin. Omg, she is hot. I did not want to take her knickers off yet. I wanted to keep the excitement going. I licked her feet, toe, calf, thigh, tummy, back, neck, boobs, arms and fingers while sharing brandy with her from time to time.

  Then I ran my fingertips all over her, over her knickers, bum, boobs, neck and back as she had completely given herself to me in submission, such a tall girl lie her in bed mesmerised by me.

  I licked her over and under her knickers and fingered, then slipped them down her legs. She was fully shaven, her thin lips had swollen and the clit had risen. Her fanny smelt fresh and scented. “Beautiful” I said. “Do you like?” she asked. “I adore her; do you look after her well?” I whispered. “Yeah I do” she sighed. “I want her inside me right now, fuck me hard babe. I am going to explode” she begged. “Fuck me bareback, we are both clean. I can trust you. No condoms please” she trembled.

  I rubbed the tip of my cock over her slit, clit and let her lick the tip of my cock, then opened her super tight vagina and inserted to her “Ah, yeah” as she curled her lips and bit her lower lips closing her eyes. The expression on her face changed from excitement to pleasure as she went “Oh yeah, yeah”. I put my arms rounder her slim body and locked her tight under her back and gently pause to kiss her lips and neck as I fucked her slow and gentle.

  She gave me positive feedback by sucking my lips, kissing, moaning, groaning and occasionally whispering to me “Faster, oh yeah”. She felt my back with her finger tips and tightening the grip encouragingly as I went deep in and hit the g spot during the journey up her vagina. I did not want either of us to cum soon. I prolonged the fun by pausing for a bit to whisper to her and sip brandy with her. I let her suck my cock off my sticky juice and I licked hers. Tear dropped down her face in joy and she was enjoying every minute of it and said “Best ever”.

  I love tall girls and height doesn’t matter in bed. So is the length of your cock. If you are overly long, it ruins the pleasure. She knew it. She rapped me round with her arms and long legs, we felt the warmth of lust in our bodies. “Are you going to fuck my arse as well?” she whispered. “Do you like that?” I replied. “I would want you to. Be gentle” she whispered with a cheeky smile. “Gentle” I bit her ear lobe. “Are you hungry yet?” she asked. “Not really, I am hungry for you” I replied. “I will ask the maid to lay the table at 8pm” she grabbed the phone gazing at me with her red cheeks. So she wants her arse fucked before tea. I wondered what we were going to have for afters? I kneeled down on the bed legs apart and grabbed her arm and put her palm over my balls. I ask her to gently touch me there and in between my legs then feel my cock till it gets harder again. She mirrored me kneeling down allowing me to finger in between her legs and her pretty fanny.

  While she was still kneeling, I put my head under her legs and licked in between, her slit and her bum. Then I pulled her buttocks apart and fingered her arse. Her juice dripped over my face and neck in unbroken silvery strings. A view from bottom up in between her legs, bum and fanny, very sexy in deed. I felt her buttocks, tapped on them, pinched and slapped.

  Next thing I remember was that she was on her all fours with her bum protruding and waiting for me to fuck her arse before tea. I rimmed her then put my tip slightly in and rested there before forcing in. Oh my God, it was tight. “You okay?” I whispered. “Yeah fine” she whispered wriggling her bum. I laid one palm on her back and the other on her tummy and fucked her arse gently till she was comfortable with the position. I switched between her vagina and her arse while spitting on her arse to keep it moist and slippery.

  “How about a cum appetiser before tea” I whispered. “I love you dirty boy, cum in my mouth” she replied in a low erotic voice. She sat in the bed while I masturbated on my knees in the bed. She held her mouth wide open waiting for me to cum in her mouth. I released the white load in her mouth, she circled me cum in her mouth, drank it then sucked my cock dry. Then she sat on my mouth. I sucked and tongued her pussy till she gushed in my mouth. “Tastes yummy” I whispered swallowing her gift.

  We hugged each other in bed, rolled, kissed and then she suggested “Tea”. “Oh yeah” I replied as I was starving after fucking her. We put our cloths back on and walked downstairs along the corridor into a large dining room with a long laid dining table. There were two chandeliers hanging above the table glittering in light. Roast peasants, venison and wild boar on the menu. “This is lush” I said to myself. She sat opposite me as if nothing had happened between us yet constantly glancing at me each time I looked away. What does she want? Does she want more? Does she want me to fuck her on the dining table?

  A female maid came and served us. I had not seen a male servant yet. All were female. Was she bi? Or does she not trust men? Why does she not have a boyfriend? She has not mentioned of one yet. If she had one she would not have openly taken me to her bedroom. She did not try to hide me from her maids. The view from the great dining hall was magnificent. I want to wake up to this view every morning, I dreamt.

  She poured another glass of brandy and passed it to me saying “You deserve it”. I winked at her. She tried to hide her laughter by covering her mouth with her soft fingers. We had devilled hot king prawns for the starter followed by whisky. We drank a lot. We did not care what tomorrow brought. I did not want to leave her. I was going to stay the night. Fuck work and I was going to phone in sick. You live only once. A day like this is very rare, a lady of that delicacy, smoothness, elegance and class. And I was rare too, at least I knew. People judge me by appearance. But I am not what they think I am made of.

  I have forgotten Faye now. She is not mine yet. I even do not know if she has a boyfriend and how many guys she has fucked so far or if she was a virgin. If she were already mine I would have been faithful to her, but she has so far given me mixed signals. The drinks make me think, my thoughts come out as I observed the radiance of half-drunk Amelia’s face as she cut the roast. I wondered if she fancied a spit roast too?

  “How is your meal?” she asks. “Lush, this is my kind of food” I replied. “You have a taste for finer things in life” she says. I smiled and replied “Yes, I have a finer taste for you as well, all of you”. “You can eat me tonight. I am all yours” she stammered. “Don’t eat too much then, I am going to fuck you all night” I murmured.

  She flirted with me as she ate. She enjoys secretly watching me. I pretended not to notice and enjoyed the thrill of attention. Girls do love flirting and the attention too. But they do not want to go out with you. They love to be admired, be looked at and be flirted with.

  I could not resist the temptation of the selection of her roast meat. I was hungry and there was no modesty. She encouraged “Have some more”. The maid came and cleared the plates then laid the dessert cutlery. We were served a selection of Lemon Posset, Bakewell Tart and cholate roulade with a choice of cream, custard and ice cream. I would love to spread the Lemon Posset all over her and lick if clean off her. “I will have a bit of everyth
ing” I said. The maid served me. Amelia kept looking at me as if she was desperate for another session of hard fucking. As the maid was leaving I held Amelia’s little finder and bent it then squeezed saying “You ready”. I went round to her, kissed her neck and scooped chocolate roulade in to my index finger and let her lick it off. Then I kissed her lips.

  The desserts were yummy and the meal was lush. I needed to return her the favour. I was going to fuck her all night long.

  We walked upstairs. I had my arm round her waist. I felt her tummy as we strolled kissing each other along the dimly lit long corridor. We stopped at wide windows to take in the views of the night sky. Each time we stopped she gazed into my eyes. This is lust, this is not love, I said to myself. She just wanted sex and she was madly attracted to me. I positioned myself from behind and hugged her tight kissing the back of her neck and cheeks. Then down her back, bum, back of her thighs and in between her legs. “That’s so good, do more” she gasped. I fingered her fanny over her white dress from the front while kissing her bum from behind. She felt my hair from the back of her palm. She rested her elbows on the window sill pointing her bum towards me with legs wide apart.

  I lifted her dress up and slipped her white knickers down her hips slightly and inserted my tip in her arse and fucked her hard. Her bum swung as I went in and out. She had the perfect bum in a slim body, just right. After half an hour of the second session of arse fucking we retreated to her bedroom sofa for a drink. She sat on my lap and we shared one glass of red wine. I felt the warmth of her bum on my lap. Her heart beat faster. She smells so good. I rested my back on the sofa leaning and hers on my chest. Her hair rubbed my mouth and I gently licked and pulled with my teeth. We did not talk much as we chilled. The sensation was indescribable. There was no need to talk. We just felt it.