After the incident in the casuarina grove, nothing major happened between us; we would only engage in some playful, intimate moments on the bus during our college commute. For a while, Subha had been speaking sadly and seemed constantly downcast. I asked her repeatedly what was wrong, but she never gave me a straight answer.
She usually shared everything that happened at home with me without holding anything back, yet she kept this particular matter a secret despite my many inquiries. I couldn't understand what was going on; no matter how often I asked, she wouldn't tell me.
Then, after some time, she came to me herself and said, "Rajan, I need to tell you something. My family is discussing marrying me off to my uncle's son. That’s why I’ve been so upset and why I didn't tell you sooner." She burst into tears. I was completely shocked. "What are you saying? Is *this* what you’ve been hiding from me all this time? Does that mean you won't marry me?" My heart started racing with anxiety.
"I was afraid you might do something drastic if you knew; that’s why I kept it a secret for so long. It kept weighing on my conscience, though. I’m telling you now because I’m terrified that keeping it hidden might lead to something terrible happening to you."
"Please forgive me. I can't go against my parents' wishes, Rajan," she said, sobbing. I felt like crying too. It was devastating—after being together for so long, she was just going to leave me like that. It felt as though someone was reaching inside and wrenching my heart.
"Hey, there are only six months left, right? College will be over by then, and I’ll have landed a good job. We can get married and move to Chennai—" I tried everything I could to convince her. But she remained adamant, saying, "It’s absolutely impossible; I can’t do anything against my parents' wishes. Just forget me, Rajan—please forgive me." Not only that, she told me, "Rajan, my engagement has been fixed for this coming Monday." I tried my best to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen; she just left for home, weeping.
I stood there, not knowing what to do. After a while, I went home and lay down. I couldn't sleep; I spent the entire night crying and staring at her photograph, unable to eat or sleep, constantly tormented by the thought that in just two days, she would belong to someone else. I was completely lost.
The night before the engagement, I was sitting on my terrace in the dark, drinking. Our houses were close by, so I could see what was happening at her place from where I sat. I was watching the activity there while drinking when, suddenly, a stone landed near me; I couldn't see clearly in the dark.
Then, looking more closely, I noticed a piece of paper wrapped around the stone. As I unfolded it and read the message bit by bit in the moonlight, I felt a surge of joy, wondering what Subha had written. Here is what she had written on the paper: Subha had written: "Rajan, please forgive me. Starting tomorrow, I will belong to someone else. I can never forget the time we spent together—not until the day I die—and I know you won't be able to forget it either. Yet, I couldn't go against my family's wishes; I was helpless. Please forgive me. I’m writing this because I want to see you one last time. Come to the grove behind my house around midnight; I’ll be waiting for you there. Don't forget, and please don't let me down."
Intoxicated as I was, I read the note and waited eagerly, counting the minutes until midnight.
All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind—I even wondered if she planned to run away with me. I tried to reason with myself, telling myself she wasn't the type to do something like that, but I kept waiting nonetheless.
I kept watching from the upstairs terrace. Around 12:30 AM, I saw someone open the back door of her house and head toward the grove in the darkness. Assuming it had to be Subha, I quietly made my way out through my own back door and went there.
At first, it didn't look like anyone was there. In my drunken state, I waited a while longer, and then, in the dim light, I faintly made out Subha standing behind a haystack. I stumbled over and stood before her. "Have you been drinking? You can barely stand straight—why are you doing this?" she asked, weeping. "Is it because of me? I know... but did you have to do this to yourself?" When she asked me that, I couldn't control myself; sobbing uncontrollably, I fell at her feet and cried, "I just can't forget you, Subha." She lifted me up, telling me not to act that way, and then she hugged me tight, planting kisses all over—on my forehead, cheeks, and lips.
I hugged her back, too, and kept kissing her eyes and forehead.
She arrived with her hair adorned with flowers; the scent of jasmine stirred something deep within me. Overcome by a wild, intoxicated lust, I grabbed her tongue and began sucking on it.
She matched my passion perfectly, tangling her tongue with mine. While I squeezed her breasts through her nightie and locked lips with her, I hiked the garment up to her thighs; with one hand I kneaded her buttocks, while the other sucked and tugged at her nipples.
I leaned her back against the haystack and knelt before her, beginning to lick the wet, slick folds of her sex hidden beneath her nightie. Intoxicated by the scent, I nuzzled and licked her pussy like a wild bull, lapping up all her juices. As I sucked and teased her clitoris and probed her opening with my tongue, she held my head and pressed her pussy firmly against my face.
"Tonight, this cock is all yours—enjoy it to your heart's content," she said, stripping off her nightie and pulling down my shorts to start sucking my cock. Leaning back against the haystack, I mumbled drunkenly, "That's it, Subha—suck it hard. This cock belongs to you; no one else sucks it like you do. Let the saliva drip as you suck..." Intoxicated and overcome with lust, I told her to bend over and place her hands on the *savukku* (casuarina) pole in front of her. Standing behind her, I rubbed my cock vigorously against her pussy before thrusting it inside.
Suba told me, "Tear my pussy open, Rajan—really tear it apart today. Even if I beg you to stop, keep thrusting and tearing until your desire is satisfied." As soon as she said that, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy; her breasts bounced wildly as I grabbed and twisted her nipples, fucking her hard with a wet, slapping sound.
Then, I had her lean back against a pile of hay and spread her legs wide. While I was thrusting deep inside her, she pleaded, "Rajan, lick my pussy—I’m about to cum. I want my juices to spray all over your face; please, stick your tongue right into my pussy hole and lick it." I immediately moved my mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking on her clitoris. She lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against my face, and her thighs began to tremble.
"Rajan, I'm cumming—don't move your mouth away!" she screamed. As she cried out, she released her juices all over my face; since my mouth was right there, I sucked up every drop of fluid flowing from her pussy. For a while, she wrapped both her legs tightly around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe as my mouth was pressed right against her pussy; she only let her legs drop after she had climaxed.
I lay down next to her for a moment; the exhaustion had sobered me up after the release. It struck me then that she wouldn't be mine forever—that I wouldn't be able to fuck her whenever I wanted—so I asked, "Shall we go for another round, Suba?"
"Sure, let's do it," she replied. We got into the 69 position; I started licking her pussy while she took my cock deep into her throat, sucking it vigorously. I licked and swirled my tongue over her clitoris and opening. The intensity of the licking aroused her to a fever pitch, and she urged me on: "Come on, shove it inside and pound me! Tear my pussy apart and satisfy your desire!"
I told her, "I'll lie down, Suba; you get on top and ride me hard." She climbed onto me and began grinding her hips, riding my cock vigorously; it thrust deep, reaching all the way to her cervix. We kept at it like that for about ten minutes.
She said she was about to climax, so I let myself go inside her too. She lay down on top of me, pressing her breasts against my chest and locking her lips with mine, sucking deeply as she gushed her fluids. My cock also ejaculated, the fluid running down over her buttocks.
She usually shared everything that happened at home with me without holding anything back, yet she kept this particular matter a secret despite my many inquiries. I couldn't understand what was going on; no matter how often I asked, she wouldn't tell me.
Then, after some time, she came to me herself and said, "Rajan, I need to tell you something. My family is discussing marrying me off to my uncle's son. That’s why I’ve been so upset and why I didn't tell you sooner." She burst into tears. I was completely shocked. "What are you saying? Is *this* what you’ve been hiding from me all this time? Does that mean you won't marry me?" My heart started racing with anxiety.
"I was afraid you might do something drastic if you knew; that’s why I kept it a secret for so long. It kept weighing on my conscience, though. I’m telling you now because I’m terrified that keeping it hidden might lead to something terrible happening to you."
"Please forgive me. I can't go against my parents' wishes, Rajan," she said, sobbing. I felt like crying too. It was devastating—after being together for so long, she was just going to leave me like that. It felt as though someone was reaching inside and wrenching my heart.
"Hey, there are only six months left, right? College will be over by then, and I’ll have landed a good job. We can get married and move to Chennai—" I tried everything I could to convince her. But she remained adamant, saying, "It’s absolutely impossible; I can’t do anything against my parents' wishes. Just forget me, Rajan—please forgive me." Not only that, she told me, "Rajan, my engagement has been fixed for this coming Monday." I tried my best to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen; she just left for home, weeping.
I stood there, not knowing what to do. After a while, I went home and lay down. I couldn't sleep; I spent the entire night crying and staring at her photograph, unable to eat or sleep, constantly tormented by the thought that in just two days, she would belong to someone else. I was completely lost.
The night before the engagement, I was sitting on my terrace in the dark, drinking. Our houses were close by, so I could see what was happening at her place from where I sat. I was watching the activity there while drinking when, suddenly, a stone landed near me; I couldn't see clearly in the dark.
Then, looking more closely, I noticed a piece of paper wrapped around the stone. As I unfolded it and read the message bit by bit in the moonlight, I felt a surge of joy, wondering what Subha had written. Here is what she had written on the paper: Subha had written: "Rajan, please forgive me. Starting tomorrow, I will belong to someone else. I can never forget the time we spent together—not until the day I die—and I know you won't be able to forget it either. Yet, I couldn't go against my family's wishes; I was helpless. Please forgive me. I’m writing this because I want to see you one last time. Come to the grove behind my house around midnight; I’ll be waiting for you there. Don't forget, and please don't let me down."
Intoxicated as I was, I read the note and waited eagerly, counting the minutes until midnight.
All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind—I even wondered if she planned to run away with me. I tried to reason with myself, telling myself she wasn't the type to do something like that, but I kept waiting nonetheless.
I kept watching from the upstairs terrace. Around 12:30 AM, I saw someone open the back door of her house and head toward the grove in the darkness. Assuming it had to be Subha, I quietly made my way out through my own back door and went there.
At first, it didn't look like anyone was there. In my drunken state, I waited a while longer, and then, in the dim light, I faintly made out Subha standing behind a haystack. I stumbled over and stood before her. "Have you been drinking? You can barely stand straight—why are you doing this?" she asked, weeping. "Is it because of me? I know... but did you have to do this to yourself?" When she asked me that, I couldn't control myself; sobbing uncontrollably, I fell at her feet and cried, "I just can't forget you, Subha." She lifted me up, telling me not to act that way, and then she hugged me tight, planting kisses all over—on my forehead, cheeks, and lips.
I hugged her back, too, and kept kissing her eyes and forehead.
She arrived with her hair adorned with flowers; the scent of jasmine stirred something deep within me. Overcome by a wild, intoxicated lust, I grabbed her tongue and began sucking on it.
She matched my passion perfectly, tangling her tongue with mine. While I squeezed her breasts through her nightie and locked lips with her, I hiked the garment up to her thighs; with one hand I kneaded her buttocks, while the other sucked and tugged at her nipples.
I leaned her back against the haystack and knelt before her, beginning to lick the wet, slick folds of her sex hidden beneath her nightie. Intoxicated by the scent, I nuzzled and licked her pussy like a wild bull, lapping up all her juices. As I sucked and teased her clitoris and probed her opening with my tongue, she held my head and pressed her pussy firmly against my face.
"Tonight, this cock is all yours—enjoy it to your heart's content," she said, stripping off her nightie and pulling down my shorts to start sucking my cock. Leaning back against the haystack, I mumbled drunkenly, "That's it, Subha—suck it hard. This cock belongs to you; no one else sucks it like you do. Let the saliva drip as you suck..." Intoxicated and overcome with lust, I told her to bend over and place her hands on the *savukku* (casuarina) pole in front of her. Standing behind her, I rubbed my cock vigorously against her pussy before thrusting it inside.
Suba told me, "Tear my pussy open, Rajan—really tear it apart today. Even if I beg you to stop, keep thrusting and tearing until your desire is satisfied." As soon as she said that, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy; her breasts bounced wildly as I grabbed and twisted her nipples, fucking her hard with a wet, slapping sound.
Then, I had her lean back against a pile of hay and spread her legs wide. While I was thrusting deep inside her, she pleaded, "Rajan, lick my pussy—I’m about to cum. I want my juices to spray all over your face; please, stick your tongue right into my pussy hole and lick it." I immediately moved my mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking on her clitoris. She lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against my face, and her thighs began to tremble.
"Rajan, I'm cumming—don't move your mouth away!" she screamed. As she cried out, she released her juices all over my face; since my mouth was right there, I sucked up every drop of fluid flowing from her pussy. For a while, she wrapped both her legs tightly around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe as my mouth was pressed right against her pussy; she only let her legs drop after she had climaxed.
I lay down next to her for a moment; the exhaustion had sobered me up after the release. It struck me then that she wouldn't be mine forever—that I wouldn't be able to fuck her whenever I wanted—so I asked, "Shall we go for another round, Suba?"
"Sure, let's do it," she replied. We got into the 69 position; I started licking her pussy while she took my cock deep into her throat, sucking it vigorously. I licked and swirled my tongue over her clitoris and opening. The intensity of the licking aroused her to a fever pitch, and she urged me on: "Come on, shove it inside and pound me! Tear my pussy apart and satisfy your desire!"
I told her, "I'll lie down, Suba; you get on top and ride me hard." She climbed onto me and began grinding her hips, riding my cock vigorously; it thrust deep, reaching all the way to her cervix. We kept at it like that for about ten minutes.
She said she was about to climax, so I let myself go inside her too. She lay down on top of me, pressing her breasts against my chest and locking her lips with mine, sucking deeply as she gushed her fluids. My cock also ejaculated, the fluid running down over her buttocks.
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