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The story starts when I was three months before I turned 15 years, 32-30-34, slightly chubby, 4’8’, 54 kgs, very fair complexioned teen. I had just passed 5th standard and was to join the 6th standard class in about 10 days’ time. I had started mensuration seven months before and was getting sparse golden hair in my pubic region. My budding breasts had puffy nipples, so they looked getting male attention, including teen boys and my teachers at my co-ed school. I was an average student, but had a sizable friends circle. We lived in U. P. State Govt. constructed double-storied row houses colony. My mother and me had our bedrooms on the ground floor, my younger sister GEETA preferred first floor bedroom, while father always, except in winters, would sleep on the terrace. My school was around 2 kms. in the main Kanpur city. I used to commute between home and school in a cycle-riksha, which took half-an-hour one way. I was excited to meet all my school friends when the new session starts, but I was looking forward to seeing a class tenth student, Ravindra, who I had first met by accident, barely a week before my exams were to start. He was 5’7” tall fair, handsome, muscular boy from a rich family. I cannot say what he saw in me, but whenever I crossed him, he would keep starting at me, and I had noticed him checking out my body every time. Many a time, he would drive an open jeep with four or five of his friends. There was mixed opinion about him among girls; some liked him because of his impressive personality and the gifts he would give to some of his close girl friends, some said he was in a bad company, and some will claim that he was a Casanova, who had bedded a few girls in school.

On the first day of new session, I dressed up in my uniform-white blouse and blue skirt-and, as planned, I reached my school early, hoping to get a glimpse of my teenage idol, Ravindra, who I adored for his impressive personality. Students were slowly filtering in, so I stood near the entrance of the Primary school building to get to see him just when he entered either on his bike or in his open jeep. There were two buildings in the school, one for Primary students and the other one, parallel building at a distance of about 50 metres, for Middle Class students. The classes were to start after about 40 minutes, so I had some time to wait for his appearance. After ten minutes, I decided to check out the room where my 6th standard classes would be held. The room numbers were on the Notice Board. I checked the room number there and headed for the new class room, praying God that Ravindra does not enter the school compound until I am back to the place near our Primary School building entrance. To my utter surprise I found Ravindra standing outside my new class room; my heart started jumping, and my heart beats got much faster. My eyes lowered in a normal girlish way, but my steps got a little erratic. I saw him from the corners of my eyes that he was coming in my direction in a fast pace. Just when we were at a distance of one metre, I raised my eyes to look at him before taking steps towards my class room. I noticed him checking out my body, then his eyes fixed on my chest. I was breathing still faster.

“I am Ravindra” (Main Ravindra hoon). He spoke in Hindi.

“Yes, I know your name” (Haan, main jaanti hoon), my eyes lowered involuntarily, and the words came out of my mouth without my knowledge.

I tried to compose and relax myself, and may be I succeeded to some extent.

“How?” (Kaise?), he did not look surprised.

I wanted to tell him that I adored him and liked him, just as most girls in the school did, but retraining myself I merely replied, “Everyone in school knows you” (Aap ko school mein sab jaante hain)

“How come you are so early today?” (Tum aaj itni jaldi kaise aa gayi?).

I stammered a little at this unexpected question, but soon I managed to control and compose, “I was eager to meet all my old friends, and also to check my new class room” (Main apni purani saheliyon se milna chahti thi, aur apna naya class room bhi dekhna tha).

I was getting a bit uncomfortable on his constant stare on my chest (rather, budding breasts), but it made me happy and proud as well that an ordinary girl like me was getting HIS attention. I wished more girls would come in and watch me standing close to this hunk, talking to me.

His next question floored me, “Can we be friends?” (Kya hum dost ban sakkte hain?)

I looked up in his direction, “ME!!” (Main!!)

“Yes” (Haan). I could not believe my ears.

“But I am so much younger, shorter in height and ... er, (feeling embarrassed) chubby as well” (Lekin main to aap se bahut chhoti hoon, lambaai bhi aap se bahut kam hai ... aur (hichkichaate huye) main thodi moti bhi hoon). I was, for the first time, feeling so embarrassed about my physical structures.

“You are perfect for your age, plus, you are very beautiful. With age you will get height as well. May be you are not interested in me. You can straightaway say ‘no’ to me, I shall accept your disinterest in me, though I will feel sad about your rejecting me.” (Tum apni umar ke hisaab se bilkul perfect ho, iske alaawa, tum bahut sundar bhi ho. Jaise jaise umar badhegi, tumhari lambaai bhi badh jaayegi. Shayad tum mujhe pasand nahi karti isliye bahaane banaa rahi ho. Tum seedhe se mujhe ‘na’ kah sakti ho, main bura nahi maanoonga, halanki mujhe dukh hoga ki tum ne mujhe napasand kiya).

I could not tell him how elated I would feel to be his friend. It would be status booster to be acknowledged as his friend.

“Okay then, I should leave now. Your class will start soon. Sorry, I took your time unnecessarily” (Chalo, theek hai fir. Mujhe chalna chahiye ab. Tumhari class bhi thodi der mein shuru hogi. Mujhe dukh hai ki tumhara samay barbaad kiya). And he walked away taking long strides, before I could gather courage to tell him my mind. The whole day I desperately searched for him, went to the High school building and Parking lot even, but he was nowhere to be seen. The next day I bunked classes to look around for him, but all in vain. Luckily in the evening, I spotted him moving towards the Parking lot.

“Sir” I had almost shouted.

He looked in my direction, it seemed that he was not sure that I was calling him. I walked in his direction, and when I was with him, I politely in my soft voice, and looking into his eyes, I said, “You did not give me opportunity to say that I would love to accept your offer whole heartedly.” (Aap ne mujhe mauka hi nahi diiya ki main aap ko bataa sakoon ki mujhe aap ka dosti ka offer bahut hi achcha laga aur main isko poore dil se aur behad khushi se welcome karti hoon”)

I started feeling an electric current pass through my body, when, with beaming face, he held my hands and sent me on cloud seven saying “I feel like picking you up in my arms, run to my jeep and take you on a long long drive, returning only the next morning. And ... and, during the entire night I shall show you in my own way how happy I am hearing your reply. But I know, your riksha is waiting outside and your family waiting at home, so it is my promise that you will know it all in next couple of days.” (Meri ichcha ho rahi hai ki tumhen apni baahon mein utha kar, apni jeep ki taraf daud jaoon aur fir tumhen bbahut lambi sair par le jaoon, aur hum agli subah se pahle na lautein. Aur ... aur itne samay ke dauraan, apne tarike se ye dikhaoon ki tumhara jawaab sun kar main kitna jyaada khush hoon. Lekin main ye jaanta hoon ki abhi baahar tumhaara riksha, aur ghar par tumha parivaar tumhara intezaar kar rahaa hai, isliye mera vaada hai ki tumhen ye sab agle kuch dino mein ye sab pataa lag jaayega.). I stood listening to him silently, with my eyes down blankly looking at the Parking area ground, with my heart fluttering and an unknown sensation passing across my entire body. I did not miss to notice many girls passing by us staring at both of us; their eyes must be cursing me with jealousy.

I was only physically present there, because I did not hear Ravindra telling me something. It was only when he shook me gently holding my left shoulder with his big and strong hand, “Why are you not answering? Don’t you want it?” (Tum jawaab kyun nahi de rahi? Kya tum nahi chahti?)

“W ... wh ... what? I did not hear anything”. (K ... k ... Kya? Maine kuch nahi suna).

“Oh! I was asking you, if we can meet in the main lawn or one of the smaller lawns in the school compound?” (Oh! main ye kah raha tha ki kya hum class ke baad school ke main lawn ya chhote lawns meiin se kisi lawn mein mil sakte hain?)

“Please, not in the school area. And then my rikshawala (riksha puller) comes five minutes before the school is over, so I cannot keep him waiting” (Please, school area mein bilkul nahi. aur mera riksha wala school khatm hone se paanch minute pahle aa kar intezaar karta hai, main usko intezaar nahi karwwa sakti).

“Hmm ... I understand” (Hmmm ... main samajh gaya), he understood my problems, and this impressed me some more about him.

He was thinking for about a minute, then suggested if wee could meet in one of his family’s apartment there, which was lying vacant, in a new complex, which was barely a kilometre away from the school. I agreed immediately, and he looked happy. He asked me to tell my rikshawala either to pick me up from the apartment, or from outside the school. later. I told him that I shall tell riksha wala to pick me up from apartment building later after some time. I shall give him and my family some excuse. He readily agreed.

“Then we meet after classes today.” (Fir hum aaj classes ke baad miilenge).

“Not today; from tomorrow.” (Aaj nahi,, kal se). I advised ... he thought for a moment and nodded his head. We then parted, and I rushed out to the waiting rikshawala. I told him that from tomorrow my teacher has asked us to meet her at her apartment for half an hour after school hours, so he would have to pick me up from ... building. He just have to wait outside the complex compound. I gave the same excuse to my mom as well.

The next day, after class, Ravindra was waiting for me on his bike, and we drove off to his multi-story complex apartment. We entered the three-bedroom beautifully decorated apartment, with my left hand clutched in his powerful right hand. He took me inside one of the bedrooms of the empty flat. We sat close to each other on the double bed, while we talked normal things, but I noticed his eyes on my bust mostly and his hand caressing my arms, cheeks, even my legs above my knees etc. I knew it was not the way friends behaved, but I was mesmerised with his presence, his looks, his strong body, and his frequent praises for me. I dared not to protest about any of his acts. I told him after half-an-hour that my rikshawala would be waiting outside, so I have to rush. He did not like my leaving so early. I had to promise that from tomorrow I shall tell him to come to pick me up still later. I told rikshawala and Mom that my teacher wanted some of my classmates to stay for an hour.

Second day, Ravindra picked me up again and we went to his apartment. We sat in the same bedroom, close to each other, but that day I sensed that he was a bit restless. He, after praising me some more, proposed to kiss me, which embarrassed me, but I wanted it myself. Shyly, I told him, faking a little protest, that this was not the right thing to do. He put my protest away, saying that I was so beautiful and that he liked me so much that he wanted to give him some liberties with me. I also wanted the same, or may be more. He kissed my cheeks, pulling me closer too him, then my entire face, and finally, my trembling lips. I was feeling the unknown sensations across my entire body, and was enjoying it all. For the first time I noticed the huge sensations in my private regions; I was fast losing my controls over my mind and body. this kissing and caressing went on for another ten or fifteen minutes.

He laid me on the bed, and, laying next to me, he placed his right leg across my thighs. He was kissing me on lips, but his hand was caressing my stomach and his hand was slowly moving up. I felt very weak, my heart beats shooting faster knowing what any girl would easily understand it was meaning. I tentatively pushed his hand away gently, but it did not deter him. His hand returned immediately, but not on stomach this time, it straightaway went on my left breast, squeezing it. I felt the immediate effect between my legs; I was wet there.

“Ravindra ji ... please ... please ... leave me” (Ravindra ji ... please mujhe chhod dijiye), I said it, but with little resistance, for I was enjoying male touch on my teenage body.

He was not listening to my pleadings, his hand caressed both my budding breasts alternately. I could feel my nipples getting harder and my untouched pussy creaming. His hand went between my legs, after raising my skirt up, on the most sensitive spot on my body. He caressed there without removing my panties, but I could not allow him all this. It was my molestation, and I had to stop him. I jerked his hand away rudely, feeling guilty for my behaviour to a man, who had always been praising and supporting me. I got off the bed and grabbing my school bag, I rushed out to catch my riksha. I was already late for my ride home. I wanted to cry, but not in front of anyone; at home I told my mom that I had terrible headache and would not like to be disturbed. After locking my room from inside, I fell on my bed and covering myself with the quilt, I cried and cried. I did not eat anything until next morning. I had no idea when I got the sleep, but I woke up early in the morning, and cried some more. I was feeling very sad, having decided not to meet my most lovable person again, and that I shall have to part with Ravindra.

For two days I did not go out of the class, except when I had to ride my riksha back home. On the third day when I was moving towards my riksha, after school time, I saw a young slim boy with trimmed beards standing near riksha. I did not know him, so when he started coming in my direction, I got panicky.

“Riya, I am IMTIAZ, 26, Ravi’s friend, and am concerned about him. He is in bad shape; he had forbidden all of us friends not to bother you by telling that he has not slept or eaten properly for last two days. He did not come to the school even, and refuses to meet the doctor as well. I am worried about him, and I guess you both had some issues, for, you have not met him during these days. I only came to tell you about him, hoping that you will at least meet him to persuade him not to spoil his life.” (Riya, main Imtiaz hoon, Ravi ka dost, aur uske liye pareshan hoon. Uski tabiyat kharab hai; usne sab doston ko manaa kar diya ki tumhen kisi bhi soorat mein uske baare mein na bataaya jaaye ki na to wo theek se soya hai aur na khana kha rahaa hai. Wo do din se school bhi nahi aaya, aur doctor se bhi nahi milne ko tayyar hai. mujhe yeh lagaa ki shayad tumhare beech kuch masaail honge jisase tum usase mili bhi nahi. Main ummeed karta hoon ki tum usase mil kar itna to kah sakti ho ki wo apni zindagi na kharab kare)

I was shocked and very disturbed; I asked Imtiaz if he had a vehicle. He raised a finger towards a bike on the other side of the road. I rushed with him towards the bike, telling rikshawala to go. when we reached the apartment building, Imtiaz dropped me and left telling me that he rather not accompany me, lest Ravi should know that he had told me about Ravi. I nodded my head, and after thanking him, I rushed towards Ravi’s flat. Luckily the door was not locked. I rushed into the bedroom where we used to sit together. Ravi was dishevelled, unshaven, lying on bed in just his brief, looking away from he door. For once I hesitated watching him in his brief only, but it was not a time to give any importance to such insignificant things. Dropping my school bag, I rushed towards him and got on the bed next to him.

“Ravi ji” I said tapping his shoulder gently. He opened his eyes, his face got a pleasant surprise expression.

“From this very moment I am Ravi for you. I am sorry for whatever happened during our last meeting. The fact is that I was so excited that I wanted to ask you if you would like too marry me a few years later, but before telling you, I wanted to let you know my love, my passion and my need for you. Whatever happened was for this reason only; I wanted you to be mine totally, and wanted all of you” (Isi waqt se tumhare liye main sirf Ravi hoon. Mujhe afsos hai jo kuch hamare beech pichhli baar yahan hua. sach ye hai ki main tumse poochhna chahta tha ki kya tum kuchh saal baad mujh se shadi karogi, lekin ye kahne se pahle hi main tumhe apna pyaar, apna junoon aur meri jarooratein tumhare liye bataana chahta tha. Jo kuchh hua wo isi vajah se hua; main tumhen poori tarah se apna banana chahta tha, tumhe poori tarah paana chahta tha).

“Oh, my God, why I could not understand his love for me, his sincerity to marry me”, I thought in my mind, but without saying anything I leaned over him, and taking his face between my tiny hands I started kissing him madly ... I felt his arms encircling my waist. I kissed him all over his face, chest and stomach, wanting him as much as he wanted me, may be more. Suddenly, with a jerk, he pulled me over himself. We were lying facing each other; my short frame covering him proportionately. I could feel hardness a little above my knees, but I did not care. I was loving him getting erection complimenting my body, indicating his love and passion for me. I wanted to be HIS for ever, resolving to do whatever he demanded or needed from me. I did not utter a word in protest when his right hand raised my skirt and got into my panties to caress my round fleshy buttocks. today I wanted to compensate for last two days. It continued between us lovers for long enough, but when I looked at my watch I was scared to learn that I was almost one and a half hour late for home.

“Ravi ji ... er, Ravi, I am very late; will have to do lot of explaining to Mom. I have to find a riksha as well to take me home. I shall come tomorrow again after classes, but will have to be careful about timings” (Ravi ji ... oops! Ravi, main bahut late ho gayi hoon, aur mujhe Maa ke bahut se sawalon ka jawaab dena hoga. Mujhe abhi ghar ke liye riksha bhi dekhna hoga. Main kal fir school ke baad aaoongi. lekin humein samay ka dhyaan rakhna hoga).

“You are not going to school tomorrow; you will come here in the morning itself. You get rid of your riksha, I am getting my man, who will be with you any time you want or wherever you wish to go”, saying this he called some number on his phone saying that watchman will help you find man with riksha in next two minutes.” (Tum kal school nahi jaa rahi ho, tumhe subah seedhe yaheen aana hai. Tumhe puraane rikshe se aane jaane ki jaroorat nahi; mera rikshewala kisi bhi waqt tumhare liye haazir rahega, jab bhi jaana ho aur jahaan bhi jaana ho. Neeche watchman tumhe mera rikshewala dikha dega, jo do minute mein pahunchane waala hai).

I smiled and after giving him a long kiss on his burning lips, I came out of his apartment. Watchman showed my new rikshawala. At home I told Mom that my teacher has restarted taking class in her apartment, so I got late. I cannot say what time she will leave us. Since my rikshawaala was not prepared to wait for waiting, I shall have to find a riksha for myself. fortunately, Mom did not ask me too many questions.

I was getting goosebumps thinking about getting married to my handsome and rich lover a few years later. I had heard girls at school telling each other about his Casanova image, but none had ever mentioned him having physical intimacy with anyone one of his past girls, so they must have been just casual flings, nothing serious. With me, he has categorically marriage, so he must mean it. I did not have a mobile, and dared not to use our landline to call MY Ravi to thank him for an unexpectedly happy surprise today. I wanted to assure him that I shall never annoy him, and will do anything he wanted. I am completely HIS now. I was imagining and thinking myself getting married to him, living at his home as his wife, trying to satisfy him in whatever way he wanted, and be a good wife to him always.

The new rikshawaala was a paan-chewing, pot-bellied, bearded Muslim man of around 40 years, with short height, may be 5’2”; His name was BABBAN. he assured me that he would always be available for me. Before getting on his riksha, I told him to drop me off at ‘Ravi’s building, because he was unwell, so I may go to school a bit late. He did as I had asked him; I was at the apartment building by 7.40 a.m ... Entering the apartment, I found Ravi had shaved off today and was sipping tea sitting on the sofa in the main hall, wearing a towel around his waist, may be he was still in his brief under the towel, wanting to go for bath. I entered the apartment, and he signalled me to lock it from inside, I did so. Dropping my school bag, I headed for the other sofa, next to his, but waving his hand he stopped me from sitting there. When I looked at him questioningly, he patted on his thighs. I was beet-root with shame and embarrassment.

“Dhatt”, I said shyly, but recalling my resolve, I moved towards his sofa to sit on his towel. I shyly turned my face to sit on the towel, but felt him holding my skirt by hem and raising it. Before my buttocks could touch the towel, his arms were around my descending waist, holding it tight to help me sit without falling. The moment the crack between my buttocks lowered a little more, I realised sitting on his hard thing. OMG! was he naked under the towel? I tried to jump up, but his tight grip did not let me move. Soon he started kissing my shoulders, behind my neck, my cheeks, my ears and back of the ears. I was feeling great pleasure and getting wet once again, for the first time today.

“What are you doing? What if someone comes?” (Kya kar rahe ho? Koi aa gaya tab?), I whispered turning my head; his lips shut my mouth immediately. Holding me with one hand strongly, he raised me a little, while his other hand slid my panty down holding it elastic. I could feel his naked, steel-hard organ between my naked crack; he must have already opened the parting in the towel before letting me lower my body. My fluid between the lower lips were rushing now, lubricating the passage.

“Please leave me. We cannot do all this before marriage” (Please mujhhe chhod do. Hum ye sab shadi se pahle nahi kar sakte)., I pleaded with some fear anticipating his intentions.

“You are my wife; we shall marry at the appropriate time” (Tum mere biwi ho; hum shadi bhi sahi samay par karenge). He replied kissing me, while the other hand, which had slid my panty was now exploring my tiny breasts.

The magic word ‘marriage’ calmed me down, but my fears persisted. I hoped and prayed that he did not go beyond this.

“Come, get up now” (Chal, uth ab). I felt relieved; my prayers were answered. I jumped up and pulled my panty up.

“Get undressed ... one by one. Come close to me after removing each garment” (Apne kapde utaar ... ek ek kar ke. har kapda uteerane ke baad mere paas aana).

I was feeling humiliated; this was not ending. How can I do all this. It was impossible to get away from the situation; the door was locked, the building staff was his; it was not possible for me to escape. I was weighing the possibilities against ‘marriage’, and, this time, I felt my safety weighed much more than ‘marriage’.

“Please I beg of you; what are you up to?” (Pleae, main haath jodati hoon; aap kya chahte ho?)

“Will fuck you every day from now” (Aaj ke baad se tujhe roj chodunga)

“Please ... please ... don’t do this to me.” (Please ... please ... mere saath ye sab mat karo), I, for the first time, was getting nervous and scared in his company.

“Come close to me.” (Mere paas aa). Hoping once again for change of his mind, I went near him taking slow and small steps.

“Remove my towel” (Mera towel hataa).

Knowing that I had no options, I removed the towel and his long and thick, around 7” long, cock, throbbing wildly, was in the open. Signalling me to sit on the floor, he asked me to hold the cock. Moving a few more inches closer to his wide open thighs, I did as I was told. I was shaking with fear, anticipating more humiliations I gently held it with my right hand three fingers and the thumb. He asked me to hols it firmly in my palm, then move the palm up and down, and to use the left hand fingers and palm to caress the hanging twin balls. After around ten minutes, he asked me to lick and suck the balls, while gently moving the stem up and down. Another ten minutes later, he asked me to lick around the cock-head, then take the head in mouth and suck it, still moving the stem up and down.

“How can one take it in mouth? It is not right to lick or take it in mouth” (Ye cheez koi bhi muhn mein kaise le sakta hai? Ye bilkul theek nahi hai ki koi isse chaate ya choose). But all my pleas were in vain; now his mentioning ‘marriage’ did not impress or excite me. I was feeling cheated and blackmailed.

“Meri Jaan”, saying Ravindra lovingly pulled me up, his lips kissing me passionately all over my face, while his hands impatiently unbuttoned my uniform white shirt and tossing it on floor, then came my camisole (I had not started wearing a bra until then), then my blue skirt and panty joined my white shirt on the floor; his lips soon shifted from face to my breasts. He licked my puffy nipples, sucked on them, bit gently sending me to unimaginable pleasures; his both hands roaming all over my back, round buttocks in the crack with fingers, between my thighs on and around the tightly shut virgin swollen lips and the sparse light golden hair around, “This is my first time with a girl, my most beautiful girl, who I am going to marry at the earliest. I cannot live without her for long. Would you not let me live and fulfill my fantasies with you? Who else would I enjoy with all the liberties, except you? Let me do all I want to do with you, just for a few days, my own way? If you did not like anything or enjoy any particular thing, I swear I shall not repeat them ever. I want to pleasure you, and get pleasure from you. We are going to be together for the entire life. If you command me to stop, we will stop it all just now” (Yeh pahli baar hai mera kisi ladki ke saath, meri zindagi ki sab se khoobsoorat ladki, jisase main jaldi se jaldi shadi karunga. Main uske bina jyaada samay nahi rah sakta. Kya main tumhaare saath mere sapne, meri ichchayen poori kar sakta hoon? Aur kaun hai jiske saath main ye aanand, apni tarah, bejhijhak ho kar le sakta hoon? Kya tum mujhe wo sab karne dogi jo main chahta hoon, sirf kucchh dino ke liye, meri apni tarah? Agar meri koi bhi baat ya harkat tumhe achchi nahi lagi, to main, kasam se, wo fir kabhi nahi karoonga. Main tum se aanand lena chahta hoon, aur tumhe aanand dena chahta hoon. Hum dono saari zindagi saath rahne waale hain. Agar tum kahogi rukne ke liye, to abhi isi waqt hum ye sab rok denge).

His words moved me, I felt guilty of doubting his intentions, and promised myself not to stop him from doing what he had ever fantasised or dreamt wanting to do with me, even if I did not like. I started kissing him furiously to convey the message that I was with him in everything to satisfy his every single desire. I immediately sat between his legs, and started caressing his throbbing manhood with right hand and playing with his balls with my left hand. Two or three times I bent my head to kiss his pungent smelling cock-head, but withdrew without doing so. Recalling my resolve, I stopped my breath for a few second, and started licking the cock-head, and soon, engulfing it between my lips, took the large cock-head in my mouth to suck. It took me some time to slide my lips down, holding his legs in my hands and looking in his eyes, to take more of his, by now violently throbbing and getting bigger in my mouth, I succeeded in taking almost half of its length in my mouth. I wanted to do some of my own things as well to enhance his pleasure, so stated moving my lips, tightly closing around the shaft, up and down. I thought it was my novel idea. Ravindra was moaning with pleasure, and I congratulated myself for delighting him. He soon gripped my face between his hands and started moving his hips forward and backward trying to go deeper in my mouth. His hands caught me by the back of my head, moving his cock in my mouth and moaning loudly. Suddenly, he thrust his cock in my mouth, and groaning loudly, he uttered “Please swallow ... ohh ... my cummm” (Please ... mera virya ... ohh ... pee jao). It repulsed me, but I had promised to fulfill his desires, so in three gulps I swallowed his bitter acidic cum, shooting in my mouth, and felt his legs trembling with pleasure.

Two minutes later, I got my reward for my performance, when Ravi picked me up in his arms and carried my naked body inside the bedroom. He showered kisses all over my body, back, buttocks, already very wet pussy and into my pubic hair. I loved it very much and kept on caressing his strong back, his tight buttocks, his chest and his muscular arms. I was overjoyed for having come up to his fullest satisfaction. It was almost 11 a.m. then; he ordered food for both of us, and carried me inside the attached bath, there we both showered, applying soap and washing each other’s body. After bath when I wanted to put on my clothes, he forbade me and telling with a smile, “Now I have to break in your hymen” (Ab teri choot ki seal todni hai). I shuddered with the thought of pain I was to bear in taking his large cock inside my virgin pussy.