Tara has been extolling the virtues of Ravi’s fucking dick for ever.
Over two years, I have heard the story from my elder sister and later dreamt that some day my chosen lover will fuck the shits out of me. Having said that, what can a young Indian woman do of her own?? Aggressively look for a sex partner? That is demeaning. All she can do is regularly masturbate. Try all kinds of devices. Cucumbers, bananas etc. Ha ha ha ha.
But what I regularly did was to consume birth control pills. My elder sister, Tara always advised me, “You don’t know when you meet Mr. Right and you fuck him. So just keep on having the pill regularly.”
I had asked, “How can I have such a large urge to fuck that I fail to ask for a condom and then only fuck?”
Tara, like a big sister advised, “Darling, there is no substitute for the real cock. Besides, How can you get give your virginity to rubber cock? How is it different from a dildo?”
I agreed with her and was on Pills for about two years.
Most of my friends just could not take it any longer and were masturbating with home made dildos. But, I did not go the last step of breaking my hymen myself. I wanted it broken by a man. India is not known for sexual freedom or for women demanding and getting their fair share of wanton sex. So all I did for ten years was to masturbate.
Many of my friends have boy friends / lovers. One simply parts my friend’s panty from the crotch and inserts his dick and fucks for two minutes. He ejaculates quickly, even before my friend has got into heat. His dick becomes flaccid. One of them likes to only feel her pussy by inserting his hand into her panty and then shagging!! And then there is another one, who prepares to fuck the classical way. But before my friend’s panty is down her thighs, he spills his seed all over her legs!! That is truly sad. Then to make up for his failure to mouths her cunt and fingers her. She is so frustrated. Tsk. Tsk.
The only person I knew who had stories of glorious sex was my sister, Tara. Once, she even said, “If you see my pussy any day, you will see the mouth puckering out. Ravi fucks it so hard and so well.”
I could not believe it. Does the pussy mouth pucker out after a great fuck? I would look at my pussy in the mirror and wonder how the swollen pussy could be more swollen.
Thinking of sex, I would get wet. Then, I would softly play with my boobs and my slit and finally with my clit. All the time being very kind to my boobs, slit and clit. I fancied that any stronger approach would hurt and damage the system.
Just the day before my sister, Tara’s birthday, Tara whispered to me, “How would you like to know what a dick is all about? And how does a real fuck feel like? Do you want to really enjoy a dick inside you?”
I answered with mock anger, “No. No one fucks me like that.”
Tara said, “Okay. Then remain a virgin and try out all the vegetables and finger your cunt for ever.”
I was aghast. Tara added, “I am going to get fucked today. Like very other day!! Okay? Why don’t you just see how much I enjoy getting fucked?”
Again, we Indian girls are trained to make it appear that we loathe the idea of getting fucked, while in reality we dream of getting fucked royally, till the pussy smokes. Alas, it seldom happens to most women.
Only lucky girls become women and love every second of it.
Naturally, I had to sound reluctant. But the urge to see real time fucking?? Without going to Bangkok?? That was an offer I could not turn down. So, ‘reluctantly’, I agreed to come along.
But for good measure, I had a good bath. Applied some good smelling Avon cream on my whole pussy and then wore a nice lacey bra and panty and then chose a white loose blouse with large buttons and a floral printed large floppy skirt. Why did I choose that? I really don’t know. I was confused. I perhaps thought that if any one wanted to take off the blouse, it would be easier. If any one wanted to see more of me, it would be easier to lift the skirt and see my panty, it should look sexy. And my treasured pussy should smell good. If any one saw me only in my bra and panty, it would give him a hard on.
I had dreamt many times that if any one finally got to see me without my lacey bra and panty, his hard on would burst at its seams. Or so I wanted!!!
And getting fucked? Good God. I am getting wet thinking of what would happen to me!
Tara and I got ready at about 8 pm.
Tara walked out and said, “You are wickedly dressed.”
I asked with feigned innocence, “Why?”
Tara packed a set of fresh panty, bra, blouse and a pair of jeans. She advised me, “Take a change with you. You never know.”
“Never know what?”
Tara looked at me and whispered, “Your pussy might leak and the juices may drip down your leg. You may want to masturbate. You may want to fuck!!!”
“Don’t be silly. Just because, you want to fuck does not mean I too want that!!”
Tara answered with sarcasm, “After your clothes are screwed up, you will have to stay back naked.”
I said, “Shut up, fucking bitch.”
Secretly I took her advice seriously and packed in one panty and a small towel.
We left at about 8.10 PM and reached at about 8.30 PM.
I had met Ravi earlier, and liked his build. He was about 5 feet 10 inches tall and slightly muscular. His trousers bulged slightly at the crotch and it appeared that his dick could not be too long or fat. But then, I had only seen photographs of monster dicks and imagined death if that actually went into me, anytime. I had never really seen an erect dick in my life. I really was curious. What was it like?
But Ravi has a twinkle in his eye. The type that beguiles women. Since, I had read, that it is not the size of the dick, but what the dick does to you that matters.
Tara rang the bell. As the bell rang, it opened with a slight creak. I said, "Hi," to Ravi at the doorstep.
He answered back "Hi" and looked at me as if he had no desire to look at me carefully and assess my assets. After all he was only going to fuck my sister, Tara. May be he will ask me to leave, when he fucks Tara!!!
He motioned to us to step in. As we stepped in Tara asked, "What is the plan?"
Ravi said, with a wry naughty smile, "Today will be special. You will see as the evening goes on."
We stepped in and we chatted some pure nonsense about shopping, movies work etc.
Ravi suggested that we shift to the bedroom, while he got some drinks ready.
When he went in and he returned with the drinks, in all the usual banter and some double entendre with Tara, Ravi suddenly popped the question, "How old are you Minu? I know asking a girl her age is not good etiquette, but then you look so sweet and fresh, I am tempted to decide whether you stay back while I deal with Tara, in an adult manner.”
I was surprised, blushed and hesitated and said, "Twenty Two. Why do you want to know?"
Ravi answered me with silence and his usual bull shit talk with Tara.
I noticed that for some reason, Tara was looking at her watch repeatedly. May be she was signaling to Ravi that she was loosing good fun time.
Shortly afterwards, Tara suggested to Ravi, “Why don’t you rub down my back and shoulders?”
Ravi got up and stood behind Tara’s (bedroom) sofa seat and was massaging her shoulders and talking while she was moving her head around to indicate that this massage was relaxing her a lot.
I could see Tara was enjoying the physical attention.
After about ten minutes of massaging Tara’s shoulders, Ravi sat down next to me and asked, "Would you like being massaged too?"
I kept my counsel and did not answer.
Ravi got up and went back behind Tara and continued massaging her shoulders and back while she remained seated. When Ravi was massaging her shoulders, Tara was making some very comfortable noises.
Suddenly, Tara stopped Ravi and said, "Just wait. Let me take off my blouse. I want my breasts massaged too."
Tara swiftly unbuttoned her own blouse and helped Ravi’s hand onto her breasts.
