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I wanted a man to touch me the way they were touching in the videos I saw in the night. Ashfaq chacha, our servant since many years was in my room this morning. I wanted to experiment with him. Hence I decided, to keep him nearby while improvising along the way.
I then laid on my bed and told, “Chacha aaj bukhar jaisa lag raha hai, dekho na.” I then took his hand and put it on my lower neck. He kind of rubbed it on my chest for some time, then pulled his hand away. He replied, “Thoda badan garam hai par bukhar jaisa to nahi lag raha.”
I blurted out, “Ek kaam karo, thermometer leke aao na temperature check karte hai. Thoda bhi risk nahi le sakte. Zara bhi bukhar raha to problem hojayegi. Muje kal ghoomne jaana hai.” He replied, “Thik hai bitiya.” I quickly added, “Neha.” He replied “Huh?” I added, “Bitiya nahi Neha, ab main badi hogayi hu.” His eyes were widened.
He said, “thik hai Neha Madam.” I again added, “Madam nahi, sirf Neha, tum hamare ab ghar jaise hi ho.” He laughingly said. “Thik hai Neha, ab khush? Abhi thermometer laane do warna bukhar badh jayega.” I said “Ha Jao, der mat karna, main garam hu.” He was perplexed at this but went his way.
After some frantic searching, he found a thermometer. He came to my room and held it near my mouth. He said, “Lo, ye muh mein lelo.” This time I was perplexed at his verbal innuendo but took it in my mouth. After some time, the reading showed 97.2 F. So, he said, “Dekho to kuch bukhar nahi hai.”
I said, “Par mujhe feeling aa rahi hai. Maine suna hai ki muh ke readings accurate nahi hote hai. Ek kaam karo, mere underarms mein lagao,” and then I lifted my arm. Ashfaq put the thermometer there and waited for 2 minutes. Now the reading was 97.4 F.
I replied, “Dekho, temperature badh gaya.” He retorted, “Phir bhi ye bukhar wala temperature nahi hai.” Then he said slyly, “Par jab main doctor ke paas kaam kar raha tha, tab maine sikha ke jitna body center me rakho thermometer ko utna sahi reading dega.”
He waited for me to respond, but I didn’t. He then added, “Ek kaam karo, tumhari shirt upar lo, tumhare nabhi(navel) mein rakh kar check karte hai.” I then realized, he was on to me, but playing it smart. So I replied, “Nahi, chodo.” To check his response. He then replied, “Kyu?” I lowered my eyes.
He added, “Ab bata bhi do, Neha.” I said, “Are chacha, woh maine niche kuch nahi pehna hai, jo bhi hai sirf ye shirt hai badan pe.” He replied cunningly, “Are to kya hua, tum waha hath rakh lena, kuch nahi dikhega.Ab main tumhare baap jaisa hu. Mujhse kya sharmana, khamkha bimaar hogayi to kal ke plans cancel karne padege.”
I succumbed to his words and replied, “Thik hai kar lo upar.” He started to lift the shirt up. I was expecting him not to look near my pelvic region as I was placing my hand there. But he did manage to steal a glance of my hairless pussy, as evident by the twinkle in his eye.
He lifted the shirt dangerously close to my breasts and stopped. He was stupefied on seeing my flat stomach and deep navel. He inserted his index finger in my navel and it felt ticklish, I giggled, “Ye kya kar rahe ho?”
“Tumhara navel check kar raha tha, bahut dry hai, ise moist karna padega, warna reading sahi nahi aayegi.” I was expecting him to bring water for it. But he put the finger in his mouth and then inserted deep in my navel and started rubbing it. I was losing it and my body twitched.
He said, “Nahi abhi bhi bahut dry hai. Koi gel hai kya?” I said, “Nahi, kyu?” He said, “Bahut moisture lagega, paani se nahi hoga.” He paused for some time and then said, “Accha ghabrana mat, ye zaroori hai isiliye bolra hu, main thoda lick karke gila karta hu, thik hai? Yu samjho chacha ne gaal pe tumhe pappi di hai thik hai?”
My heart was racing at this, and I reluctantly replied, “Thik hai.” He immediately bent down, collected some saliva on his tongue and placed the spitball inside my navel. He then started licking my navel with his tongue for like 5 minutes. I let out a soft moan, but couldn’t stop him.
Without realizing I removed my hand was from my pussy and started rubbing it on his shoulders. He was seeing my glistening slit. He then removed my hand from his shoulders and replaced it on my pussy while stealing a touch of it. He was proceeding smartly.
He then removed his mouth and placed the thermometer in my navel and was slightly rubbing it. After the beep he saw the reading, it was 98 F. He said, “Neha, tumhe hai bukhar.” I was surprised at the act of my pretense had now become real.
I realized it was mostly due to the rubbing and his spit inside my navel, the reading rose. I decided to play further and pretended to panic, “Are yaar ye kya hogaya? Sabhi plan cancel hai ab mere, sabhi friends mujhe chod ke chale jaayege. Main kya karu ab?” and made a crying face.
He then took his boldest move yet, and added, “Jab main doctor ke yaha tha pehle, tab hum mostly temperature oral ya navel se check nahi karte the. Hum koi bhi body cavity mein insert karte the jo ke center mein ho body ke. Isse readings accurate aati hai.”
I said, “Ashfaq chacha, kehna kya chate ho?” although I knew where he was going with it. He replied, “Chinu beta, agar tumhe thik lage to ise tumhare anal cavity mein daalke dekhte hai. Agar reading kam hui to koi problem nahi hai, warna doctor ke paas jaana padega.”
I replied, “Nahi, mujhe sharam aa rahi hai.” He replied, “Ab sharmana kya, jab main gynac ke paas kaam karta tha koi aisa nahi bolta tha ki sharam aayegi. Chodo, ek kaam karo chalo doctor ke paaas.” I replied, “Nahi, doctor ke paas nahi, kal ke plan cancel karne padege phir.”
He replied, “Phir mujhe tassali ho jaane do. Main tumhe aisi halat mein Allah bharose nahi choduga, aur dusri baat meri naukri ka bhi sawaal hai.” I could clearly see past his façade of care. But replied, “Thik hai, main ghumti hu tum meri kamar se shirt uthake check karlo.”
I removed my hand from my pussy, and don’t know why I pulled my shirt down and turned around. He then very slowly started lifting my shirt up as if he was savoring the moment and lifted it far above my hips. He then slowly parted my legs. He could now see my pussylips clearly.
I buried my face to the pillow, hence couldn’t see the excitement on his face. He then started rubbing the thermometer dangerously close to my pussy area and the inserted it slowly in my asshole. He was still inserting it even though it was halfway in my ass, and suddenly it was stopped by the barrier.
He applied the pressure at the other end of the meter. I let out a gasp. He then started in and out motion with it. I asked, “Ashfaq chacha, ye kya kar rahe ho.” He said, “Reading region uniform temperature pe rahe isiliye rub kar rah hu.” After that, he inserted all the way inside my asshole and kept it there.
His one hand was casually placed on my asscheek and he was looking hungrily at those milky white globules. I was extremely wet between my legs because of it. I felt droplets of water running down my thighs. He saw it too as he rubbed the finger on it to collect it. But he kept quiet. After 2 minutes, a beep was heard.
He then pressed my legs and asscheeks very hard and removed the thermometer from my asshole in one swift motion. It kind of hurt and I screamed. He saw the reading and repeated 97.8 F. He said. “Bukhar to nahi hai, par 0.2 ka difference inconclusive hai. Aur ek reading for hai aur ek against hai. Sorry Neha, tumhe doctor ke paas jaana hoga.”
I realized that he wants to fuck me but also wants me to beg for it. So I replied, “Yani ek reading aur favor mein rahi to main bach jaungi.” He replied, “Ha.” I added slyly, “To ek aur cavity mein daal ke confirm kar lete hai.” He added, thik hai and swiftly tried to insert the thermometer in my mouth.
It just went inside my lips, but I instantly removed it. I almost tasted my ass. I replied, “Woh abhi ganda hogaya hai. Main jab ek aur cavity ki baat kar rahi thi tab main muh ki baat nahi kar rahi thi.” I waited for his response. He was cunning. He wanted me to spell it out for him, even if he had understood it.
I added, “Mere pelvic region mein daal kar check kar sakte hai.” He tried to give me a puzzled look and added, “Yani?” I was now getting frustrated. He wanted me to beg for it So I pointed my finger near my pussy and said, “Yaha.”
He laughed like a victor and said, “Accha, tum vagina ki baat kar rah ho, main to bhool hi gaya tha ki aurato ko ek aur cavity hoti hai.” I thought, he was acting over smart, and said, while giving thermometer to him, “Ye lo check karlo udhar.” I then laid on my bed and he carefully lifted my shirt to near my breasts.
I instinctively covered my pussy with my hands. He then slowly removed him and parted my legs. The look on Ashfaq’s face was that like of a child who just got his favorite present from the Santa. He slowly inserted the thermometer in my pussy, almost all the way in.
After some time he started rubbing in and out of it, I started to moan and he increased his pace. And suddenly a beep was heard. He removed it. The reading was 97.6 F. He said, “Ab thik hai tum aaj bach gayi.” I sighed. I wanted more, as it felt very good. He was now about to leave, and I realized that I have to take action.
I called him without covering my pussy, “Ashfaq chacha, woh jo thermometer se kar rahe the udhar woh wapas karo na bada mazaa aa raha tha.” He replied, “Chinu, woh thermometer kharaab ho jayega waise.” (Like I cared). But I replied, “Thik hai kuch aur chiz se karo.” He replied, “Ungli sahi rahegi meri, use daalta hu andar.”
I was delighted, “Thank you chacha.” He came near me, again parted my legs. This time wider and inserted his finger in my vagina and started to and fro motion. I was ecstatic. I started getting wet down there, as my juices were leaking on to his fingers. He then removed the finger from my pussy and put it in his mouth.
I was flabbergasted at the sight of it. He then said, “Bahut gila ho gaya tha, dry karne ko kuch tha nahi.” And before I could respond further, he inserted two of them in my pussy. After a while, he said, “Aur maza chahiye?” I eagerly replied, “Ha.” He then parted my legs to the widest extent possible, pulled apart my labial lips.
He located a nipple like part and started playing with it and twitching it. I later came to know that it is called the clitoris. It is the most sensitive part of a female body, with millions of nerve endings, a hundred times more than that on a typical penis. After a while, though I started missing his finger inside my pussy.
I then asked, “Ashfaq chacha, phir se kuch daalo na udhar.” I wanted to ask for a finger but then I realized I had blurted out something else. But since there was no use of crying over spilled milk, I escalated it further, “Thoda kuch mota hota to aur accha lagta.” He looked at me, looking for the sign that I wanted it.
But I was loving this game. I made the face of an innocent kid, but I think he could see it right through my bullshit. This time, he escalated it further, “Kuch aur mota to nahi hai mere paas. Ghar ki chize use karunga to woh kharaab hojayegi, aur tumhari mummy mujhe nikaal degi.”
Just then I was looking at his huge boner, which made a shape like a cucumber inside his pants. I was staring at it intently. I asked pointing at it, “Woh kya hogaya Ashfaq chacha, pehle to aisa kuch kabhi nahi dekha aap mein?” He smiled with joy.
He said, “Ab tumhe kuch mota chahiye tha to maine mehnat karke ye banaya. Ye chalega aapko agar main isko use karu?” I then resigned from this game and replied, “Thik hai.” He then immediately removed his pajamas and his dick stood in its full glory. It was a huge 7 inch one, with greying hairs as pubes.
I then said, “Ye kuch zyaada mota nahi hogaya? Dard to nahi hoga na?” He said, “Nahi Chinu, thoda shuru mein hoga, phir maza aayega.” With this, he climbed on top of me and started rubbing his head on my vaginal lips. He then lowered my nightie and started sucking my nipples.
I replied, “Itni der kyu laga rahe ho? Daalo na.” He then locked his lips mine and thrust his dick inside my pussy. I could not scream at the pain and tears were rolling out of my eyes. But after some time, I was moaning. He then sensed it that I was enjoying it and removed his mouth from me.
After 5-6 minutes of action, I felt a sticky fluid inside my pussy and he collapsed on me. After a while he made me sit on the bed and started sucking my breasts like a newborn, then I asked, “Tum ye bacche ki tarah kya kar rahe ho?” He replied, “Are ab to ye dhong jhod do, sex mein to aisa hi hota hai.”
I asked, “Sex?” He said, “School mein biology nahi padha kya?” I then explained to him about the incident at night and wanted to try the same. He then explained everything about sex to me, why it is, how it is, etc. After hearing everything, I was sad and angry with myself about what I did.
He then wiped my tears and said to me, “Beta, ye zindagi ka sabse accha maza hai. Isme sharminda hone ki koi baat nahi. Duniya ke log pagal hai. Isiliye tum ye kisiko bolna mat. Ye sirf hum hi enjoy karenge. Agar tumhe maza aaya to enjoy karne mein kya hi burai hai. Aur ha agar tumhe lagta hai ki umar wagayra ka isse kuch sambandh hai to aisa nahi. Koi umar nahi hoti isse enjoy karne ki.”
I then realized that how doing this with other boys would have affected me. They would have boasted it among friends like it would have been a sort of conquest. The other girls might have teased me. But this affair with my Ashfaq chacha, no one would have to know.
Besides, he was sensible, mature, caring, experienced and focussed on making me happy. I then decided to continue my fun with him. Before I am married off to a rich entitled man, who would have had his fair share of ‘fun’ without being judged by the hypocritical society. Just because he belonged to the opposite gender.
I was happy that I lost my virginity to the most trustworthy man in my family. I then saw Ashfaq chacha staring into the wall. I asked with a baby voice, “Kya soch rahe ho Ashfaq chacha?” He said, “Yehi ke mujhe laga ki tumhe sex ke baare mein pata tha aur isiliye maine kiya. Par tumhe pata nahi tha, mujhe lag raha hai ki maine sahi kiya ya nahi.”
I said, “It’s OK chacha, mujhe accha laga. Waise bhi mujhe aise continue karna hai. Main sab kuch jaanna chahti hu ye sex ke baare mein” He then replied, “Aajkal to tum nav jawano ke paas to internet hai. Tum khud hi jaan sakti ho.” With this, he started leaving.
I then told him, “Ashfaq chacha, jab tak mere parents nahi hai tab tak roz raatko yahi aake sona.” He then said with a smile, “Thik hai beta.” I then opened my laptop and started to dive into this fun world of sex.
I learned so much that day- positions, anal, threesome, gangbang, blowjob, Rimjob, BDSM, golden shower, Viagra, lactation, gaping, toys, DP, TP, strap on, toys, vibrators, clitoris, G spot, cervix, glans penis, ass cleft, labia, etc.
I decided to try everything with Ashfaq chacha. I understood that in the morning, Ashfaq chacha was the one who knew more about sex. Now by the evening, I was the one with more knowledge about it. (To be continued)
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