My Story #6

No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.

Someone wrote and sang "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans ".

Nothing could be truer.

I would request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.

Life was plain simple boring.

Exams over, all entrance tests over, sitting home doing nothing other than the usual routine with Ratan, nothing was good in life.

Tushi & I met quite a few times in between but somehow there was not enough push from him to go further and I was still shy to openly ask for it. I sucked him regularly and took his semen in my mouth and taught myself 'how to' without having that "I hate it" feeling to crop up while enjoying my pussy being sucked and boobs eaten. I also learned how to kiss and enjoy it.

I let my pubic and armpit hair grow, especially with active encouragement from both Ratan and Tushi though my 'girlfriends' wanted me to shave off both. My boobs were still growing but slowly and possibly with active daily use by Ratan were growing into firm C cups with medium sized nipples. That idiot still never tried to go further though I stayed mostly nude at home. He saw bite marks on my boobs (once face) made by Tushi regularly and I knew that he knew who made them but he never asked anything beyond looking at me sharply.

We, the 'girlfriends', met as usual, once in a week for our mutual masturbation and licking sessions which though they were nice in themselves were not adding anything new either. They though, as expected, asked about the boob bite marks, but I somehow avoided every time by promising one day I'll introduce him to the man who makes them.

The only thing different was Roma missing in our meets. Calls to her home brought the news that they have some relatives staying at their home from abroad and as such she is not having much time.

We were all missing her but possibly I was missing her the most - she and I were the bestest friends since lower nursery - the rest joined us later.

I called her one morning but found her phone dead (this was before cellphones becoming common instruments for all) and decided to visit her. Her home was not far off and I decided to take a rickshaw, wearing a white base red yellow green printed cotton sari and a white petticoat, red blouse with red underwear.

I reached in no time, went in through the graveled path to the main door and rang the bell.

While I was correcting my pleats covering my boobs (called anchal in Bengali), the door opened and a tall, fair, crew cut stranger was standing there wearing a pair of loose shorts with bare torso.

I looked at him asking "Is Roma home?"

He smiled at me and said "You must be her friend. Please come in."

I went in but he took me to the right side of the house and led me to a living room with a few seats and tables in between. Roma usually took me to the left side and then to the first floor to her room where they lived.

I sat down while he went in and brought me a glass of water.

He smiled at me while handing me the glass and said "Roma is the daughter of my brother. I will come and join you in a few minutes. Meanwhile, feel free Just a few minutes, promise."

I was feeling a bit uneasy as I knew by then that Roma is not home. However, I couldn't find a legitimate excuse to leave then and there without offending her uncle who treated me with care so far and while thinking all these, I started leafing through the stack of magazines on the side table when a large envelop fell down, spilling a horde of photographs in black and white.

I was a bit startled and rushed to push the photographs back in the folder when my eyes fell on them. They were the pictures of a young girl, about my age with no face.

Curious, I left the magazine, and leafed through the pictures individually.

All the pictures of the girl were in nude, in various postures, showing her from all directions.

Other than being nude, the pictures were beautiful and aesthetically shot. I did not have any experience of judging nude photographs but were sure that these were definitely not lewd.

The only facial pic was with her hair spilled over, completely hiding her face but I thought I recognized the ear rings she wore but couldn't recollect immediately.

I was checking each pic with full attention and didn't notice that he was back in the room and was watching me intently. Shocked, without knowing what to say, I stood up keeping the packet on the table with most of the pics spilled out.

Without thinking, I bent over to place the pics in the packet and in the hurry, my anchal slipped down and my boobs in blouse got exposed fully in front of him. I could feel his eyes intensely looking at the exposed cleavage top, which, in my hurry, had slipped slightly in excess out of the blouse and were clearly visible with my bra cups.

My hands were filled with the packet and the pics and I was trying to get them in place and keep them back and as such, for a few moments, my boobs remained fully exposed like that till I could keep the packet back properly and adjust the anchal to cover my top properly again. "Callous, stupid ass " I kept cursing myself silently and stood with my head bowed, having been caught stealthily going through someone else's property, without asking for permission.

He came closer to me standing like that, picked up the packet and asked me to sit down.

I did as told keeping my head down, not knowing how to get out of the situation.

He took out the pics, chose one from the bottom of the stack, gave it to me and said "Honest opinion only please."

In that particular pic, the girl was sitting like me, on the same sofa, possibly the same seat, face partially cut off, wearing a coloured sari (colour was not decipherable with black and white pic), deep cut white sleeveless blouse with bra straps clearly seen outside the blouse. The sari anchal was allowed to fall partially in front to give a clear view of her medium size boobs and her cleavage.

Somehow, the shot was erotic and enticing. I just could say "lovely."

In the next pic, the girl could be seen opening her top hook from her back, the anchal having fallen off her shoulder somewhere in front.

Each subsequent hook opening had a pic after that when her single fine white bra strap at her back was completely visible.

In the next pic, she opened the bra hooks completely and allowed the straps to move towards the sides, exposing her back fully, with blouse and bra ends visible.

The next pic was from the front, she is seen pulling out her bra under her blouse and her nipples and areolas are completely visible behind the blouse.

This was followed by a pic in which she can be seen throwing away her bra with her left boob side completely exposed.

The next one, she is standing up, having removed her sari completely followed by the next one showing her opening the petticoat knot.

The next shot was a really really brilliant one in which her petticoat is falling down, her pussy hair which are very small are clearly seen alongwith her slit and she is hiding her face with both hands with her loose blouse still covering her breasts though the shapes, sizes and the bottom portions of each are clearly visible.

I could just say "Wow."

He put two fingers under my chin, lifted my face and asked - "Liked what you saw?"

I closed my eyes and nodded my head in a yes. I felt too shy to speak out after watching a girl of my age stripping on camera in front of a man who was 20+ years senior to me.

"Want to try a few pics of yours?" His voice sounded like from some other room, soft and distant and before realizing what I was doing, I again nodded my head to say yes.

He asked me to wait and I again took out a pic from the packet and looked at the girl from her backside nude, walking, with one arse clearly raised and her hands tying her hair.

I suddenly heard a click, a soft whirring sound and he came near handing me a square pic of me studying that black and white pic, my anchal fallen somewhat exposing my boobs partially,again.

Polaroid!

Though the pic resolution was not very good, I loved watching me on the paper in my hand.

He then took a pic of only my face, then face and my top with the sari half fallen -both looked amazing - I never knew simple photography can make someone without much makeup look so alluring.

I looked at him in astonishment and hid my face in my hands felling extremely shy. I never knew I can look so good without any effort.

"Want to go further?" I suddenly heard him softly asking me.

Without removing my hands from my face, I nodded yes again.

"My camera wants to make you look your best. Are you interested?"

I nodded.

"Ready for your leap towards the unknown beauty that you are?"

I again nodded yes keeping my face hidden.

"Then just allow me to do anything I feel is necessary. OK?"

I kept nodding.

I suddenly felt his hands touch both my boobs softly and press them while opening the front hooks of my blouse. One by one, all the hooks came off and my blouse was removed from my body. He then pulled me a bit towards him and I could feel him remove my bra and take it off and make me topless, but for my sari anchal lying somewhere.

I kept my eyes closed though my hands were no longer covering my face. He made me stand up from the seat and I could feel him removing my sari off my body completely and then opening the knot of my petticoat, leaving me standing wearing just my panty and nothing else.

I was taken to the next room which contained a huge bed, completely unclean as it happens after a night's use and made me sit on it, then pushed me to have my head rest on one hand, facing left and threw the sari I was wearing haphazardly on my body exposing my legs, my panties and part of both boobs. He then softly put his hands under the sari and removed my panties, adjusted the sari to cover my pussy under a single fold of the sari and asked me to remain still.

I looked at myself and saw my right leg completely exposed and my black pussy triangle and both my boobs fully visible under the sari. Suddenly, I heard that click with the whirring sound and he came to me carrying the result.

I have seen myself nude hundreds of times in the past few weeks but this nude but not nude me was the most erotic pic of mine I have ever seen. I kept looking at it while hearing shutters going off one after the other.

He again came near me, took off the sari covering me making me completely nude, made me wear my blouse again but keeping front fully open, put his hands on my boobs pressing them hard to the point of pain making finger marks on my fair skin, brought some sindur and filled my hair parting completely, made a careful sindur dot on my forehead and the brushed it across making a red splash across, made me lie down and lift one leg and asked me to close my eyes while he stood over me, shooting my pics.

Am not sure if I saw it right, but I think I saw his balls through his shorts when he was standing above me but was sure that he was hard, very hard as his thing was making quite a tent in his shorts.

I could now see he was mostly shooting me twice, with a Nikon and a Canon avoiding the Polaroid altogether. Since I had by then left myself in his hands completely, I didn't even think of asking him why.

I was made to sit, to stand, to venture near the verandah door, walk up the stairs, go on the roof out in the Sun for a brief moment and was used as his nude and semi nude model, wearing nothing or just the front open blouse all over the house.

At some point, I felt very tired and told him to stop as I was not able to continue any more. I lied on that unclean bed, nude and fell asleep.

I woke up, I don't know when, and found myself lying in his arms, my face on his chest and his legs on me. I also knew through a familiar hard touch on my thigh that we both were fully nude. I saw a red mark on his chest and knew I must have rubbed my head on his chest in my sleep. I found bite marks around my nipples but didn't even know he had sucked my boobs. One hand of his was holding one boob tightly and his penis was rubbing something sticky on my groin, very near my pubic bush.

I had an urge to feel him and slowly moved my free hand down and held his hard penis softly. I suddenly realised that this is the third nude body that was hugging me and third penis I am holding in my hand in less than three months and I am still an unfucked virgin.

His penis was of Ratan's thickness and length and I knew if I have to conquer Ratan one day, I must get ready for him by getting fucked by this man. Custom wise, since he put sindur on me, am already half his wife at least and Ratan now should have no more excuse to not fuck me if I can get fucked by this man.

I also knew then that the girl of my age in the pic, whoever she was, must have been fucked by this man, felt J of her and made my mind ready for my share.

I slowly pulled his leg down from mine and got mine up on his - that way my pussy opened up fully and was free for activity. I then put my fingers softly on his penis and slowly but surely pulled it as close to my wet pussyhole as I could, readjusted myself and fixed the tip on my hole, pushed it slightly and felt it trying to enter but simultaneously felt a tiny pain on the spot and left it as it is, about half inch inside me and waited for the pain to subside to take it further. I kept trying to rub the­­­ entered penis bit by bit once the pain subsided and felt the path getting lubricated from inside.

After a few minutes, I pressed again and the pointed top which was already inside me entered a bit further and then the process got stuck as I felt the next part of his penis thicker and remembered that Tussi"s penis, while sucking, felt like wearing a hard hat at the tip and without thinking again pushed harder and felt the whole tip enter me with a sharp pain.

Oh shit!

I am no longer a virgin!

Uffffff!

I now just needed to complete the process.

The pain stopped me from going further so I held his hand holding my boob and started to press it from the top of his hand so that I can transfer some sensation to him to wake up, take over and fuck me.

After 4 or 5 presses, I felt his hand take over and start pressing my boob in his sleep. Simultaneously, I felt him trying to turn. I felt scared that this will take out the penis from my pussy after so much effort of mine and hurriedly pushed my hand down and started masturbating him on his open portion and tried harder through my pain to push him inside me. Just a little bit more went inside with my determination and I was already feeling bit tired with the effort put in.

I also suddenly felt very hungry.

Suddenly, he started pressing my boob harder, climbed on top of me, pushed his penis harder inside me and after a giant push, amongst scorching burning pain in my pussy, I felt his hard hot rod piercing down my hole. The pain made me feel I would pass out but then I felt him take his penis out slightly and push it harder inside me and felt his pelvic region ram into mine. My insides felt like being burned by a gas torch and I screeched out violently in pain while he took his penis out and rammed in back again inside me, harder every time.

With my screeching, he suddenly stopped. His penis felt like a long brick piece inside me but since it was stationary now, I felt some relief from the pain I felt earlier when he was ramming it inside me again and again.

He tried to pull it out but I was in such a pain that I screamed "Noooooooooooo" and somehow stopped him from moving even one more bit.

I felt him kissing my lips, repeatedly and licking my face while softly boobing me and playing with my nipples. I was feeling good by these actions amongst such great pain and slowly, the pain came down and I opened my eyes, looked in his eyes and smiled.

I saw great anxiety in his eyes and smiled again. He looked at me deeply and asked "Are you OK?"

I nodded and smiled, lifted my face and kissed his lips.

He asked again "Am I too big for you?"

I smiled and said "A bit yes but it's fine. You can go ahead after a bit."

He again asked "Are you sure?"

I kissed him again, held his head and said "Suck me please."

He pushed his head down and while pressing one boob took the other nipple in his mouth and started sucking me softly. My pain started subsiding slowly and I moved my pelvis up and down indicating I wanted him to fuck me.

He slowly started to bite my boob and press the other as he was and started moving inside me. I felt my inside tube where his penis was playing in-out was lubricated and though I felt a bit uneasy, I was determined to enjoy my first fuck, whatever it meant. I felt his mouth leave my boob and opening my arm to start licking my armpit hair and could feel it getting wet by his continuous licking while his fuck grew harder and faster and both his hands were now pressing my boobs hard. I was slowly coming out completely from the pain I felt earlier and starting to enjoy - a deep orgasmic feeling was developing fast and I started to move my head and moan Oh Oh again and again.

The orgasm hit me hard.

I felt like I have grown wings and started to fly and my body growing continuous ripples of pleasure. I felt him starting to eat my nipples and boobs again and felt the pain disturbing my pleasure and tried to hold his face to remove it but couldn't and felt my orgasm subside slowly.

Just then, I felt a warm hot liquid burning my insides and knew he has released his semen inside me. It was burning me but a different kind of pleasure engulfed me and I closed my eyes again.

A happiness engulfed me, slowly.

Finally!

Am a woman!

Somewhere deep inside though, a voice was telling me that I have been fucked and filled unprotected and mentally counting, I found myself on my 16^th day and knew if I didn't do something, I'll land up pregnant.

I felt him getting down from me and lying beside holding me tightly and kissing me softly. I kept my thoughts aside and decided to enjoy my first fuck as long as I can. I had protection in my purse.

After a few minutes, he left me and got up and came back after washing while I turned and closed my eyes. In a few minutes, he pushed me up and said "You are bleeding."

I smiled and said "Yeah am expected to. You are the first man to fuck me."

He got worried and said "Shit. Why didn't you tell me? I saw those bite marks on your boobs and thought you have a boyfriend."

I got up and tried to walk towards the washroom, felt it difficult to walk and asked for help. He held my waist and took me carefully to the washroom and made me sit on the pan and cleaned me again and again.

I peed and then again tried to get up but it was difficult. There was severe pain in my pussy and my pelvic region as a whole and though it was nothing as compared with the pain I felt when he pierced inside me, it was nevertheless preventing me from standing up and walking.

Seeing my condition, he made me sit on the pan again, cleaned the bed and lifted me and put me softly on the bed and asked me to rest and went and made a cup of Horlicks for me and brought it along with a morning after contraceptive pill.

I had some more rest and when I felt better, I dressed up and requested him to drop me home.

I thought once of removing the sindur while dressing but then decided to wear it home.

I wanted Ratan to see my sindur, clearly and know I have been fucked by the man who put it there.

He dropped me at our main gate and I bid him bye.

I turned towards the gate to ring the bell and the truth that was bothering me suddenly hit me hard.