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Dear Readers the incident I am about to narrate took place when I was eighteen years old.
For the benefit of those readers who are new to my erotic experiences I feel a few words of introduction will not be out of place. Saheb Sahebji is not my given name but every one calls me by this name including my parents. I am 6 feet tall and slim. I am a commercial artist by profession. Enough about me, now let us continue with the story.
After finishing my Intermediate degree on 'The Estate', I came to the city to pursue an undergraduate course. This was much against the wishes of the family except for my father. My family did not believe in 'over' education.
Having no place to stay in the city I looked for paying guest accommodation. This concept was very new in those days. No one wanted to take a stranger into his or her house. With much difficulty I found a lady, about 50 years of age ready to let out a room to me. The room was a barsati (a room on the roof) on the first floor. The lady lived alone on the ground floor. Her children were all grown up and were living separately or lived out of town.
The room had an attached bathroom and a small kitchenette. It was large, airy with plenty of light. The room was just ideal for a student like me. The price she wanted was quite steep but having nowhere else to go I accepted.
My landlady had some problem with her knees and could not climb up to the first floor therefore I had to engage the charlady, who did her work, to keep my room clean. The deal was that along with the room she would also give me dinner. For other meals and any extras I had to fend for myself.
I was not a breakfast eater, lunch I could eat in the college but I had to make arrangement for my morning coffee, afternoon tea and a glass of milk which I loved to drink before going to bed. Most things I could procure from the market but not fresh milk. So I asked my landlady if some arrangement could be made with the guala (milkman) who supplied her with milk.
She said no problem and introduced me to the 'gualin' (milkman's wife) who supplied her with milk. Having settled the rate and quantity I required daily, I told her that I would require the milk between 5.30 and 6 in the morning. She undertook to supply the required quantity at the desired time.
Thus began my student life in the city. My college was not far away and the dinner that was served was good and wholesome. Every morning the gualin would knock on my door at the appointed time and say in a loud voice, "Saab, dhood lelo (Sir, collect the milk)."
I would get up and open the door. Then give her a bowl in which she would measure out the required quantity of milk.
This routine went on for a couple of months. Then one morning instead of the high, shrill voice of the gualin I heard a sweet musical voice say, "Saab, dhood lelo (Sir, collect the milk)."
I got up and opened the door. I saw a beautiful girl of around fourteen years, wearing a loose blouse and a lahenga (long skirt), standing with a big grin on her face. Immediately my cock started to stiffen. She repeated, "Saab, doodh lelo (Sir, collect the milk)."
I invited her in and showed her where to put the milk.
I asked her, "Tu kaun hai? (Who are you?)"
She replied, "Saab, mera naam Bela hai. Main gualin ki beti hoon. Amma dooseri pheri per gayi hai. Aage se mainhee aapko doodh doongi (Sir, my name is Bela. I am the milkman's daughter. Mother has gone on a different round. In future I will be supplying you with the milk)."
I told her my name is Saheb Sahebji and I will be happy to take milk from her.
Bela was a beautiful girl with a ready smile about 5 feet tall with large tits, a little too large for her slim body. From that day Bela started delivering the milk every morning. Each time I saw her I got a hard on.
I was sure that she was a virgin. I remembered vividly what Mamta had said, "Saheb, jab tum kissi kori choot ko chodoge tab tumhain chudai ka asli mazaa aayega (Saheb, when you'll fuck a virgin then you'll experience the real pleasure of fucking)."
From that day I started dreaming of getting her into bed and my lund (cock) inside her virgin choot (cunt).
One morning, I overslept. I got up with a start when I heard loud banging on the door. Jumping out of bed I quickly opened the door. Bela was knocking on the door.
"Saab, main aap ko bees minute se jagane ki koshish kar rahi hoon (Sir, I am trying to wake you for the last twenty minutes)," she complained.
"I am sorry. I had studied till late and therefore overslept," I said.
She said, "Koyi baat nahin. Saab, maine socha shayad aapki tabiyat na kharab ho (It's all right. Sir, I was only worried that you might be sick)."
This gave me an idea to get her inside the room. I said, "Bela, I have to study late in the night and if I leave the door unlocked then would you come in and put the milk in the kitchenette?"
"Haan, (Yes)," she replied.
This arrangement worked very well but I was not any nearer to my goal i.e. to pop her cherry. One morning when Bela was placing the milk in the kitchenette I said, "Bela, yesterday I didn't get up in time and got late to college."
"Is that bad?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, if I am late often then I'll miss my classes and fail my exams," I lied.
"If you like I can wake you before leaving," Bela proposed.
"That is very sweet of you," I said hugging her.
"LET ME GO," she screamed struggling to get free from my embrace. My purpose had been served. I had a good feel of her big tits.
"Oh sorry, I got carried away," I said, "but just shaking me alone does not help. I might go back to sleep."
"Can I help?" she asked with a smile.
"You are so nice. I'll tell you what you can do. Wake me up with a hot cup of coffee. Then I won't go back to sleep," I said.
"I would be very happy to do it but I don't know how to make coffee," she said.
"Don't worry I'll show you," I said. That day I brewed the coffee and she watched.
When I was drinking the coffee I invited her to join me. At first she refused but with some persuasion agreed. She had never had coffee before and found it very bitter.
"Leave it, tomorrow I'll show you a different way to make it," I said.
The next day I made two types of coffee. One was coffee with milk and the other milk with coffee. "Is it okay today?" I asked after she had tasted the latter.
"It is still a little bitter," she said making a face. I added some more sugar.
"Is it okay now?" I asked.
She nodded with a bright smile.
"There is another advantage in this arrangement. I can sleep a little longer while you boil the milk etc.," I laughed.
We drank our coffee. Bela was enjoying her first cup of coffee of her young life.
"If my plan worked our then Bela was giong to enjoy many things for the first time in her life," I thought.
The first step was successful. Bela was inside my room now I had to get inside Bela.
While we drank our coffee, I asked her, 'Bela, teri umer kya hai? (Bela, how old are you?)"
"Sir, I am about fourteen years old," she said.
"She is very young. Would it be all right to fuck her?" I thought.
Then I recalled that Mamta, the girl who had taught me all I knew about fucking, had told me that my father had deflowered her on her fourteenth birthday. I decided that Bela was old enough to take my lund (cock) up her choot (cunt).
Mamta had also told me that in case of a young girl one must be doubly careful. It was like stalking a deer in the jungle, one wrong move or sound the deer bolts and it is nigh impossible to get it back in one's gun sight again.
I decided that I would have to proceed slowly and carefully. First, I must win her confidence then take things as they come.
When she left she thanked me prettily. I was very happy that she had no inkling of what I had in mind. I thought that today she has entered my room and tomorrow my lund (cock) will enter her young virgin choot.
Every morning she came and after making coffee woke me by calling my name softly. Most of the days I was already awake when she came but I pretended to be asleep. I watched her move around with half closed eyes and enjoyed the scene of her big tits bouncing up and down under her blouse.
When she bent over me to wake me I wanted to pull her on to the bed and ravish her virgin choot but resisted the temptation. I did not want a onetime 'bang, bang thank you ma'am affair' but a long-term enjoyment of her young tight choot.
We sat next to each other on the bed to drink our coffee and talked about various things. She told me that she lived with her parents and two younger brothers. Her daily routine was that after delivering milk to me she tended to the cows and buffaloes and thereafter went to school. In the afternoon she did her schoolwork and helped her mother in the household.
After two weeks I decided that it was time to take the next step towards project 'Deflowering Bela'.
When she came the next morning I jumped out of bed and putting my arm round her waist kissed her and danced around the room pressing her big boobs with the other hand. In this process I pushed her on the bed with me on top of her while still squeezing her tit.
Surprised, she screamed, "SAHEBJI, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU?"
She had not yet realized that I was kneading her boob.
"Bela, aaj main bahut khush hoon mere imtehaan bahut achhe huye hain (Bela, I am very happy today as my exams have gone well)," I said squeezing her tit.
Suddenly she felt my hand on her tits and caught hold of my hand and said, "Aap meri choochi kyoon daba rahe hain? (Why are you squeezing my tits?)"
"Main dekh raha hoon ki yeh asli hain ya nakli (I am checking whether they are real)," I said laughing.
In a miffed tone, she said, "Asli hain (They are real)."
"Ho nahin sakta teri umer main itne barre mammey (It can't be possible such large tits at your age)," I said pushing my hand inside her blouse.
"Kya tu mujhe inhi choochiyon ka doodh roj peene ko deti hai? (Do you give the milk of these breasts to me daily to drink?)" I asked caressing her boob.
"Nahin, aap kaissi baat karte hain? Main tau aapko bhains ka doodh la kar deti hoon (No, what are you saying? I bring buffalo milk for you)," she replied blushing furiously.
By now I had pushed her blouse well above her breasts and laid her big boobs naked to my sight. "Tu theek keh rahi thi hain tau asli (What you said was right they are real)," I observed.
She tried to pull her blouse down. "Zara tere choochiyon ka doodh peeke tau dekhoon (Let me taste the milk of your breasts)," I said.
"Nahin, nahin (No, no)," she protested.
Ignoring her protest and one by one I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked them. I kept a close watch on her reaction. Her protests became weaker and then stopped. She closed her eyes.
"Oh Sahebji," she moaned with pleasure.
She was clenching and unclenching her fist. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Her legs parted. Suddenly her back arched upwards and with a loud sigh she lay back panting. Bela had had an orgasm.
"Jaan, kaisa laga? (Darling, how was it?)" I asked.
"Bahut achcha laga (It was very nice)," she said blushing profusely.
This much progress was enough for one day. I requested her make some coffee. We drank our coffee and said good-bye for the day by kissing each other tenderly.
As she was leaving the room I pulled her back and pressing her tits, said, "Bela, such main teri choochiyan bahut pyaari hain (Bela, your boobs are really very sweet)."
She smiled happily and left.
This part of my game plan was a roaring success.
In the days that followed we kissed, I fondled her tits and sucked them without any resistance from her. Actually she enjoyed it. It was my practice to seat her in my lap while kissing and fondling her tits.
One morning, she said, "Sahebji, mere choottar main kuch chubh raha hai (Sahebji, some thing is pricking me in my bottoms)."
"Oh yeh, yeh tau mera laurda hai (Oh this, it is my cock)," I said opening my pajamas and displayed my erect cock.
The glowing red head of my cock with the foreskin withdrawn and oozing pre- cum was a glorious sight to watch. At first she looked at it with awe and then turned red. "Do you like it?" I asked.
She said, "Sahebji, aapka laurda tau bahut barra hai (Sahebji, your cock is very big)."
"Haath main le kar dekh (Take it your hand)," I suggested.
"Nahin, nahin (No, no)," she said hiding her hands behind her back.
"Phikar mat kar yeh kaatega nahin (Don't worry it will not bite)," I told her laughing.
Hesitatingly she took my cock in her hand. I asked her to pull the foreskin up and down. Soon she enjoyed doing it. For today this much progress was enough. I then kissed her tits and sucked them till she had spent and let her go.
For the next few days I remained with breast sucking and she played with my cock. She woke me by catching my cock and shaking it. Time for the next step in her seduction had come.
One morning while sucking her breasts I put my hand on her choot from out side her lahenga. She immediately caught my hand pressed and her thighs together.
"Sahebji, wahan nahin (Sahebji, not there)," she said.
I asked, "Kyon? (Why?)"
"Aap kuch karoge (You will do something)," she said suspiciously.
I said, "Kya karoonga? (What will I do?)"
"Aap apna meri main gusserdoge (you'll shove yours in mine)," she said.
"What are you babbling? Yours in mine speak clearly," I said.
She blushed and looking intently at my erect cock, said, "Aap apna laurda meri choot mai daloge (You will put your cock in my cunt)."
"For what purpose?" I said suppressing a smile.
"Phir aap mujhe chodoge (Then you'll fuck me)," she said hiding her face, by now beetroot red, in my chest.
"Tujhe maloom hai chudai kya hoti hai? (You know what is fucking?)" I asked.
She nodded. "Maine kayi bar abbu ko amma ko chodete dekha hai (I have seen my father fucking my mother several times)," she replied.
"Jab tu apne abbu ko teri aamma ko chdete dekhti hai tau tujhe chudwane ka dil nahin karta (When you see your father fucking your mother then don't you feel like getting fucked)," I asked.
She blushed and kept quite.
"Such, such bata (Tell me truthfully)," I asked again.
"Nahin, bilkul nahin karta (No. Definitely not)," she said with a show of defiance.
"Jhooti (Lair)," I said with a grin. Bela blushed and lowered her eyes.
"Toone mera lund dekha hai aur usse chooa hai iss liye main teri choot dekhna aur choona chahata hoon. Phir hum dono barabar ho jayenge (You have seen and touched my cock. I also want to touch and see your choot (cunt). Then we will t both be equal),"I replied.
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