"When they are hard and brush against your bra or against your blouse, does it send tingles through your body?"
"Didi..." she choked out.
"Are they hard now, Ananya?"
She just took a deep breath and shuddered.
Slowly, I started bringing my hand up to touch her chest.
She sank into the back of the sofa and almost stopped breathing.
"I am just confirming since you won't answer me," I said lightly and placed my hand on her breast.
I cupped her small breast in my palm and held my hand to her, not moving. Finally I was getting to do what I had done only in my hundreds of fantasies. I pressed my hand a little and Ananya's breath left her in an explosion. She started breathing in small gasps through her opened lips. I cupped my hand firmly on her breast and started pumping it like a blood pressure cuff in my hand. Ananya's hands went crazy clutching and unclutching bunches of her skirt. Her breath grew even more ragged and I could actually hear her heart fluttering in her chest like a little bird's.
"Don't be afraid," I whispered to her. "Every girl goes through this. Every girl does this. It is innocent, just experimenting. There is nothing wrong with it."
"What... what am I... why are you..." she stammered breathlessly and then stopped in confusion.
"Shhh," I soothed her. "Don't get nervous, Ananya. I am just showing you how nice it feels when your breasts are touched. Since you said you haven't done anything like this, I want you to know what it feels like," I said.
"But didi..." she began.
"Shhh. Don't talk," I commanded.
With that I turned her face towards me and leaned down to her desirable lips. Her unkissed lips. Considering the lust I had for her body, I controlled myself like a saint and just gave her a moist kiss on her closed lips. Then I pressed my lips against hers. Oh God! They were so soft. Like rose petals.
I started nibbling on her mouth as she just sat there and took my sweet assault. After what seemed like the longest time, I put my thumb on her chin and pulled it down. Her lower lip slid open and I inserted my tongue in a smooth motion. She gasped and tried to wriggle away but I was ready for her. I made soothing murmurs and kept on nibbling and sucking on her sweet lips. I kept inserting my tongue in her mouth and sweeping it about in the inner side of her lips.
She was still trying to pull away and I was getting impatient of the tight control I had of myself. I wanted her naked with her ripe body open to me in every way. My brain skittered to pictures of her lying wantonly with her legs open, presenting herself to me in the most intimate way possible.
Impatiently, I moved away from her lips and looked into her face. "Open your lips wide, Ananya," I ordered, my voice thick in its arousal.
But she bit her lower lip in nervousness. Her chest rose and fell with the wild way she was breathing.
I got distracted by her breasts and captured one of her small mounds again. "So soft," I murmured, squeezing her gently. "Tell me how I make you feel when I kiss you and touch you like this, Ananya," I whispered on a ragged breath.
She shook her head from side to side and I felt her nervousness increasing.
"Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to answer. It's okay." I soothed her in the voice I would use to calm a crying baby. Taking her lips up into a kiss again, I played with her breasts. My heart leapt as I found her hardened nipple. So she wasn't unaffected! I took up the hard nub between my thumb and fingers and started rolling it until I felt Ananya tremble.
"Yes. Feels good, doesn't it?" I said against her moist mouth. "Feels so good."
By this time, Ananya was half drugged by what was happening. She was nervous, no doubt about it, and maybe shocked too. But now I knew that what I was doing was affecting her body just the way mine had yearned for her for a long time. I was playing her vulnerable spots expertly.
It was time to move further and take this to a place where there was no coming back.
I started opening her button down shirt in the front.
At first she didn't know what I was doing, she was so drugged. But as soon as it penetrated her fogged brain, she started struggling.
I broke off from her and applied both my hands to the job. "Shh, Ananya. Don't struggle or the shirt will tear," I cautioned.
"Didi, no... please..." she kept struggling and trying to bat my hands away.
I looked her directly in the eyes and made my voice hard. "Ananya, stop struggling. If the shirt tears, then you will go disgraced back to your house. How will you tell them what happened if they ask? What if you father sees you in that condition?"
She stilled momentarily with the notion of the horrifying image I had painted.
That was all the time I needed. I had her unbuttoned to the waist, and slipped my hand in. I found the understrap of her bra and nimbly slid my hand under that too. Finally I was in contact with her naked breast! And it was the softest of flesh I had ever touched!
Her breast fitted into my hand completely and I started to knead her. My mouth found its way back to her sweet lips like a drug I couldn't let go off. She was now sitting docilely, all struggles ceased. I didn't know whether she was just in shock at what was happening or beginning to accept it or just too overcome with lust like I was at touching her naked flesh.
I was overflowing with pussy juice. I could feel myself slick and slippery down there. Even if I moved the slightest amount, I could feel my soggy panties wet with my cum sliding against me. It made me want to throw off my clothes and Ananya's too but I had to proceed slowly and not scare off this sweet little virgin.
"So soft," I murmured against her lips as I spread the ends of her shirt farther and exposed more of her. "Such a lovely, sweet girl," I whispered to her before bending my head and taking her now exposed breast into my mouth. I heard her take in a breath sharply as I closed my mouth over the nipple. I suckled ferociously, laving her nipple with my tongue every few sucks and fondling the rest of the softness with my hand. I snuck my hand down to her stomach then and slipped a middle finger into her navel.
She arched up with a moan at that and almost dislodged me from her breast.
I slid my hand out and moved back to kiss her open mouth. She was soft and pliant in my arms by now. Drugged to the point of no return and mine to do with as I wanted. I saw her half sitting, half lying on my sofa with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a sigh.
I captured that open rosebud mouth and moved to the next stage. Bunching her skirt in my hand, I exposed her creamy thighs. There was no resistance. She was far too gone now to struggle. I had no trouble adjusting her so that my hand could access her panty clad pussy. At my first brush at the apex of her legs, I felt her moan into my mouth.
I pressed my hand hard against her and felt her welcome moist softness. She was so warm and ready. Her panties were wet with eagerness and I felt myself release more juices at her open surrender. I had waited so long for it! Now it was mine. She was mine to take and do with as I wanted.
I lifted my head and looked at her supple body lying pliant in my arms, her clothes in disarray, her breasts open to my roving gaze. My hand was placed in her most private of places. I rubbed her intimately and saw her lips tremble in reaction.
My sweet beautiful, Ananya. My lovely virgin lying before me.
I spread her legs farther apart to gain greater access. My hands passed that final barrier between us. I slid her panties to one side and dipped my hand into her honeyed wetness. She was so wet! My fingers were instantly coated with her juices. I burrowed past her pussy lips and felt her centre. I probed her with one finger. So small. I pushed against her and felt her tense up a little. I withdrew my finger a bit and found her little nub with my thumb.
As soon as I brushed her hard little core, she rose against my hand.
"You like that?" I asked her softly.
I continued circling and rubbing her little clit with my thumb while my finger stayed at her entrance, ready. Her breath was coming in short gasps now and I felt her body tensing up with each strum of my thumb. I played her body like an instrument, seeing her breasts rising and falling rapidly with indrawn breaths and gasps as I finger fucked her. My virgin was splayed open in front of my eyes, getting fucked like I had always imagined in my dreams.
My strokes got faster and faster, and in tune with it, her breaths got more ragged. She kept rising herself to my hand, to better position her pelvis against my tormenting thumb. I flicked her clit as hard and as fast I could, increasing the tempo, rubbing into her as she thrust herself up into my hand. She was moaning and moving her head from side to side now and I felt her buck once, twice, then go completely still before whole body tremors ran down her entire length and she thrashed like a puppet on a string.
As her explosive orgasm ran through her, I knew my chance. I clasped her to myself and pushed my finger firmly inside of her. She let out a cry and her hand clamped down on my wrist as I thrust myself deeper into her.
"Babli didi... didi, no..." she gasped.
"Shhh... Ananya... sweet darling," I murmured into her ear. "It will be over in a minute."
