Virgin Becomes Mother
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Oh! Those lovely days
I just cannot forget those lovely days of my life. Before starting this story, let me tell briefly about me. I am Susheela now 50 years old. I am the second daughter for my parents. I was born at Bangalore and completed my college there. Always I have been a very healthy girl. I had matured when I was only 12 and ever since then I had developed lot of interest in sex. We friends used to sit on the pretext of combined studies and read sex stories. Those days, there was no computer or CD’s to see blue films and books were our only source. We were three girls who were very close. Reading the stories we were forgetting the world. We were always longing for sexual stories and thoughts. But we never had enough courage to befriend someone for sexual experience. But we always imagined a HE man with 6 abs body, fair complexioned, smiling face and having long and fat penis with big testicles.
As soon as our final exams were over my parents forced me to get married. I was just 20 then. They selected a groom of our own caste and were in a Government job at far off place, Assam. If fact before marriage I could not properly see him and had mistaken one of his friend who was handsome to be the groom. It was only when he came to Bangalore for marriage that I realized my mistake. He was very lean, skinny person with hollow cheeks, buried eyes and protruded teeth. Looked like an eunuch But it was too late.
After marriage I went with him to Assam but was very bored, felt lonely and was missing my parents, sisters. But somehow I had to pull on. My husband could not even perform his role on bed. He could not get proper erection leave alone making love. Because of this inferiority complex he was refusing even to undress himself. So I remained a virgin even after three years of my marriage. I used to see his colleagues with hungry eyes but could not seduce them to bed. Somehow I was scared.
From Assam we came on transfer to Ahmadabad. There we stayed for five years. In these years I lost my father and mother. I was really lonely in all respects. My husband would only bring house hold goods, go to office and sleep. Even after eight years of marriage I was a virgin. I was feeling my life is a waste. I wanted to become a mother, which I felt was my birth right as a woman, but what to do? There was no way out.
Then we came to Mumbai on transfer. Here we go a Company accommodation at Thane.. In Mumbai my husband became busier. His office was at Colaba and so he was leaving house at eight in the morning and return by nine at night. Whole day I used to spend alone in front of TV. Even weekends he had to go to office and offshore duty. His tours to New Delhi were frequent. But whenever he went on tour outside he used to bring me some dress or sari. I had lost all interest in new clothe also.
I once wanted to stitch a blouse for a sari and I didn’t know any ladies tailor in that locality. So, I went to the market to search one. Near Navpada there was a lady tailoring shop by name Shalimar Tailors. I decided to ask there. I gave the blouse piece with a measurement blouse and he asked me to collect the blouse next week. The tailor was young, healthy and very handsome. My heart skipped when our eyes met once. But I returned. Next week I went and collected the blouse. He charged Rs 35.00. At home I tried and found that it was very tight. I went next day and asked him to loosen it. But after loosening it was very loose. I again went to him and quarreled. He told that the measurement blouse which I had given was not correct. I realized that I had put on in recent days and he was right. He asked me to give body measurement. But his shop was almost open to the street and I felt shy to do so. He then offered to come over to my house and take the measurements. I agreed and gave the address. Next afternoon, when I had finished my lunch and was watching TV the bell rang. I had forgotten that the tailor would be coming. I opened the door and asked him to come in. He sat on the sofa and I offered some cold drink. I had another look at him and again had high heart beat. He looked like film star Raj Kiran of those days.
I was wearing a house coat and went to the bedroom to change to a blouse and sari. All my blouses were very tight. Only when was a bit OK but when worn on a bra it was tight. Only one sleeveless blouse was passable that too if worn without a bra. So I decided against wearing bra. I asked him to come to the bedroom and take measurement. He, his name was Balu; took measurement of sleeve first. As his hand moved on my bare sleeve I developed goose bumps and shivered. But felt a different feeling and a current passed when his hand was on my back to take the measurement of shoulder. Then I turned and dropped the pallu. He circled his tape around me while I was breathing heavily and my breast was heaving up and down. He smiled and asked me to stand properly. I was getting giddiness on his touch and was wetting myself.
He then noticed that I was not wearing bra and told that I have to wear a bra for correct measurement. I then asked him to wait and went to the attached bath room to wear the bra. But with bra the blouse was very tight. Slightly opening the door I told him the problem. He asked me to come out in bra and he would take measurement quickly. I felt shy but there was no other option at that time. Covering my top with pallu I came out of the bathroom. Standing in his front I dropped my pallu on my left hand. He again put the tape around me and noted the measurement. He again measured from shoulder to the nipple, nipple to side and center. All his fingers were touching the top portion of my much exposed breasts and I was almost fainting with excitement. I had closed my eyes and he had kept his one hand on my right breast cupping it firmly. I could not protest but kept my head on his shoulder. He flipped open the hook of my bra and removed making me topless. I felt like falling and supported him tightly. Raising my head he sealed my trembling lips with his. His lips were soft and I yielded to the passion. That was my first intense kiss. I melted in his mouth. We kissed for a long time. By then he had undid my other clothes and he too was undressed.
We hugged and I rubbed my breast on his hairy chest. He took my hand and placed it on his erect penis. It was huge, very long and fat with excitement. I stroked it with all love and lust. He then asked me to hold his testicles which were like two big chikoos placed together. It weighed heavy. I was by then dripping wet. Placing me delicately on the cot he widened my thighs and tried to enter. But as I was still a virgin it was difficult at the beginning. He was astonished that I was still virgin. But I was ready with lot of wetness and he had a big diamond droplet of his pre cum. He rubbed my clitoris with his finger to further lubricate me and as I had closed my eyes, with a jerk he entered in me fully. I cried loudly at that chilling pain, but soon the pain vanished. Pleasure started building up. I was not on this earth anymore. I felt weight less and flying in space.
The stars were visible and I gripped Balu tightly in excitement combined with fear. Automatically my thighs widened further and encircled his thighs in a tight embrace. Soon I experienced something unknown which threw me out of bounds; I was perspiring and shivering simultaneously. I slowly realized that I had my first orgasm. As Balu continued I experienced several such orgasms. Time had stopped for me and I wanted this maddening experience to continue forever. He finally ejaculated deep in me his entire load of hot semen. I tightened my grip to entrap every drop of his honey in me. Thus at the age of 27, after 8 years of marriage I became a woman. We lay cuddling each other and were tiered. I was still heaving heavily. I kissed his forehead as a sign of gratitude. He drew me towards him and kissed on lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed for a long time. I held his penis and he was only semi hard. The soapy touch on the soft shaft was thrilling. I got up and wore a gown. Balu also wanted to get up, but I asked him to rest for a while and spread blanket on his nude body. I went to kitchen and prepared hot tea.
I brought tea to the bedroom and we had hot refreshing tea. I was sitting by his side and opened the hooks of my gown and pulled him on to my breasts. His mouth was hot with tea and as he sucked my nipple I felt I was at the door of heaven. I held his phallus in my hand and felt it was hardening slowly. Pulling away, I bend down and started to lick his strawberry. I felt an electric current passing through me. Slowly he got huge hard on as I continuously was licking his shaft, testicles and took him completely in my mouth. As he was leaning back on the pillow in a sitting position I spread my legs on his either sides and lowered myself on his erect penis. The entry was easy as I was wet and his load of ejaculation in previous session was still in me. Slowly I lowered completely till his testicles were tickling my hips. What a marvelous way was it to make love. He was completely in me, my breasts in his easy reach to squeeze of to suck; his chest was in my reach to rub my breasts on him and to bite his shoulder. We were free to kiss, embrace and that made that position to be an excellent sexual pose. I started to hump up and down on his rock hard shaft. Our coitus was complete and was in full fusion. The woman on top position helped me to get multiple orgasms. As my breath became heavy we changed our positions and he entered me from back.
I was wondering how I could control my urge for sex all these years. Balu was pumping me in and out relentlessly sending me to height of thrill with each of his stroke. There was no count of the number of orgasms I went through. His hands were continuously fondling my breasts, nipples. This time his ejaculations were much more intense and huge in quantity. As drops were trickling down on to my thighs I tightened my grip further and squeezed his penis to drain him completely in me. We lay on each other exhausted and with satisfaction.
The affair thus started continued on alternate days. Within six months of hectic mating I had conceived. I realized this only in my third month. I decided to continue with pregnancy and become a mother as it was my right to motherhood. One day I spoke to my husband and told him that I was pregnant and how all this happened. He could realize his own weakness and my desperation. He told that anyway since a year or so he was thinking of adopting a c***d to overcome our loneliness. Now that I had conceived, he said that he would not mind me continuing with pregnancy. After five months I became a proud mother of a baby boy. Even after that my affair with Balu continued. Now that my husband was aware there was no fear. So whenever my husband went out of station Balu was staying whole night with me. When my son was two and half years I conceived once again and this time I got a beautiful baby girl.
Due to some illness my husband died after a year. We waited for another year and I married Balu. Now I am a very happy woman enjoying each day of my life with k**s and hectic daily sex with Balu.
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