My Story #7a

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 love to know your views on the events that follow and request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading all my stories, if possible.

Long story, divided in Parts, erotic, but with very-limited-descriptive-fuckfuckfuck

W arning, so this may not be for you if you have come only for that.

Preface

Life was plain simple boring, every day - again.

Between our girly events, Ratan bossing over me daily exactly as before and Tushi and I having oral sex regularly, nothing else happened in my life. I became an expert in blow jobs, taking Tushi in my throat, gulping his semen and ignoring sometimes pee covered penis going in my mouth but that's about all that changed.

Entrance exams were over and though I knew I have done reasonably well, I had no interest in being a Doctor or an Engineer and was eagerly waiting for the Arts Department of a particular university to begin their admission process, but that was far away and I had nothing much to do for more than a month.

I had showed my fucked avatar to Ratan that day but he chose to completely ignore it beyond a stern look. The only difference was in the cleaning of my pussy, boobs and my sindur on hair parting more thoroughly than usual. Other than that, he behaved as if he didn't know that I came back home fucked by someone that day. I kept waiting that he will ask someday, especially when I knew that he knew that I may grumble, throw tantrums but will not disobey him but agree.

He ignored it.

Completely.

Chances of him fucking me became remote as days passed.

I did not mention my first fuck to my girls or Tushi. If Roma knew about it, she never mentioned nor did I ever ask about her sexual relations with her uncle.

I didn't even mention that I went there.

Part A

I was born and brought up in Calcutta but my parents have roots in two different villages in remote corners of two districts. My mother has no relation, so to speak with her roots but my father maintains his. As such, he wanted to visit them and after my exams were over, one fine summer morning, we all travelled there - the plan being to stay for a day or two and come back. My memories of previous visit being remote, I was in a sense interested in a change of scene and packed my belongings and necessities accordingly.

Our place in that village looked better than the rest. There were two wooden two storied buildings at a distance from each other, one belonged to my father and the other belonged to his brother. Relations being cordial, they managed the upkeep of our part and we landed up staying there.

The ground floor (First Floor US) had two large bedrooms, living space and one tiny sitting room and the wooden staircase leading to the First floor (Second Floor US) brought forth a flat wooden space with windows on all sides. The top was a wooden conical high roof all through which there were ventilation points and covered by hay to keep the insides cool in summer and warm in winter.

The village till then had no electricity available. The summer days were hot, very hot, but after sundown, the temperatures fell and light breezes started to blow. So folks used to sleep on the first floor or out in the open.

The kitchen cum dining areas were separate from the buildings. The toilets were also separate, at a fair distance and the bathing and washing were done at two tube wells, though in summer, almost all preferred to bathe in the pond nearby which had separate spots for men and women. Timings being different, there were rarely if ever, any clashes.

My father's relatives there consisted of his elder brother, wife and son (Chinmay) who was about 5 years older to me. There were two older sisters, both married and staying at their places. He and I became pally very soon and being of nearby age, he was my only companion. It was a different kind of environment, laid back and open and I started to enjoy the same, spending more and more time with him.

Within a few hours of being with him, I realised that he loved watching my visible skin below my skirt and my top covered boobs. At times when I sat or lied carefree on the ground, he tried his best to see what lied further up between my legs but nothing much was available to see as I had to wear panty, bra and shorts inside forced by Ma.

I used to smile and ignore his efforts to see my pussy, trying to build a plan of how to use this attraction to meet my needs.

At night, Ma slept with me on the First floor while Baba was in a ground floor bedroom. As soon as she thought I was asleep, Ma used to get undressed, looking repeatedly at me while she got fully nude, leave and go downstairs very softly and within a very short time, I could hear muffled noises of her getting fucked.

I tried to see them fucking once but in the darkness couldn't see anything.

Shortly afterwards, from the window, I could see Ma washing her pussy, fully nude in the open at the tube well and then coming back, wrapping her sari discarding her blouse petticoat and going back to sleep with me.

The time for going back came in a few days but I insisted on a stay back for some more time, much to my father's laughing pokes of "Ah great! As soon as you get used to village life, I'll get rid of you and marry you off to a local. You will have no problem to adjust", and much to my severe annoyance.

Part B

Till my parents were there, I used to wear my usual skirt blouse / shorts top with regular bra panty and shorts under my skirt insisted by Ma. As soon as they left, the first thing I did was to discard my underwear completely. With the heat of Indian summers being such, I had already started getting tanned very fast and quickly shifted to saris which kept the skin covered but were not very user friendly / wear and forget when I went around the village with him.

Chinmay was tall, handsome but strange, smart yet simple but blunt and never minced words. Things we consider inappropriate to refer to "Tui erokom soru soru chorbi chara pa ar shokto shokto duto mai banali ki kore? Amar didider ar ma r to motka motka thigh ar maigulo to jhole sobsomoi?"("How did you get such taut legs and tight boobs? My sisters and mother are all fatty thigh and loose hanging boob women") is an example.

I learned the village way of wearing only loose knee length short saris with no blouse & petticoat and shifted to that completely, much to the wide-eyed-gawking-Chinmay's shock and my amusement.

My boobs, with continuous use and massage at home, had grown sizeable and could now be seen freely bouncing under and partially out of my light cotton printed saris. Chinmay immediately made a remark after I set them free "Tor maigulo na amar dekhar modhye sobcheye boro, amar ma didider theke onek boro" ("You know, your boobs are the largest I have seen, much bigger my mother or my sisters").

It made me initially angry but internally, I was happy and slowly I firmed my plans around them.

Mornings I used to bathe alone in the pond till my parents were there, come back in fully wet clothes with the Sun drying it half, change and wash the used clothes and leave them out in the open to dry. I often saw Chinmay looking at my bra and panties left in the open to dry and wondered what he thought about them.

Things began to change when my parents left.

Part C

I insisted Chinmay take me to another pond which was behind a banana plantation a little far away from home. By then, I had shifted to my sari only dressing and from prior experience with Tushi knew clearly what will happen when I get in the pond.

I thought about it a bit and then decided that if three men have already seen me fully naked, two of them almost daily, the addition of a fourth one will make little or no difference. The only issue was that he was my cousin but since that didn't stop him from trying to see my pussy or gawk at my boobs throughout, why should I care?

This pond was smaller, but being covered with vegetation on all sides had cooler waters. We both jumped in, my jump removing my sari completely from my right boob, and swam freely. I could see him looking open eyed at my free boob but I didn't care. I assumed a posture of being completely ignorant about it while looking at his face and talking normally with him.

Let him see - I wanted to see his reaction seeing me nude anyway.

When I finally got out of the water, I left my right boob open, exactly as it was in the water.

Not that it would have made any difference. My left boob was fully visible under my wet sari anyway.

Just to keep a semblance of modesty, I looked at him with angry eyes, pulled the wet sari to cover my right boob but left the sides open. Carelessly, I got out of the water, turned my back towards him and removed my sari from the body above my waist, slowly wrung it hard to remove as much water as possible and put the same to over my boobs again. All the time I did this, I could feel the Sun burning my skin and knew my topless backside with a fully wet sari clinging to my arse was fully visible to him.

I turned back to face him, pulled up my sari end to cover my head very loosely, insisting that it was very hot now to stay in the open and we should go back. By doing this, I knew my back was once again fully open to his view and that the sides of both my boobs were now completely open but I behaved as if it's nothing out of the ordinary, held his hand and slowly started walking back home.

I could feel the hot air passing over my open boobs from the sides, drying up the wet sari very fast and slowly the dry sari cover started shrinking towards the middle, leaving more and more skin open as we walked. At a point, my areolas and then my nipples started getting fully visible and I realised that to keep up the sham of "it just happened", I need to cover my boobs and did it with my free hand, while talking with him in a normal voice as if nothing had happened.

All this time, I was well aware of his eyes burning my open boobs, loved it and allowed my sari to repeat the feat, get itself to slowly remove my boob cover with every step and this time, I allowed it to shrink almost to the centre, leaving both boobs fully out in the open, jiggling under his eyes as I walked, for some time before covering them up again.

We came home, I walked in, changed my sari to a fresh one and left the used one to dry after washing. I repeated the boob show again while walking to the kitchen for lunch, only to cover fully and properly before entering.

The rest of the day passed without any further events and I went to sleep at my usual place on First floor after dinner, wearing a mid-thigh length stringed on shoulders top leaving a tiny kerosene lamp on at one corner of the floor, the entire floor otherwise dark.

Somehow, sleep was not forthcoming and in the midst of trying, I heard the sound of tiny creeks on the wooden staircase and knew someone was walking up. I knew who it could be but said nothing, feigning sleep. His shape in a dhoti in the semi dark environment made it sure, Chinmay.

Very softly, he came and sat beside me about a foot away from my bed and even in the darkness, I could feel his eyes scanning every square mm of my body. Somehow, I could not bear that stare and turned my face to the other side, away from him.

Softly, very softly, I could feel him playing with my hair. Starting from the end, I felt his fingers play with every strand, lift them, smell them, kiss them and slowly drop them, only to begin the play with the next one.

I felt so much care in his touches that I almost cried. The three men I had been with never ever played with me in sheer love, there was some amount of sexual feel always involved in every touch.

This was different.

Entirely different.

Slowly, while playing, he lied beside me and softly pulled me towards him. I could feel his naked torso on my face while he softly lifted my head on his arms and caressed my hair with the other hand. The hand without my head then removed the boob covers completely making me topless, wrapped me from behind and held one boob from the sides. While he repeatedly kissed my forehead, his hand pulled up the top completely to my waist and played and pressed my arse and my other boob alternately.

Falling into a deep sleep, I felt owned, protected and knew for sure that this idiot has fallen in love with me.

At some point, I felt him move my head from his hand softly, putting it back to my pillow. He then got up and left, almost creeping his way back.

I adjusted my boob covers, covered my arse and pussy and fell back into deep sleep.

Part D

I woke up with the chirping of birds outside, only to notice that it was dawn, am fully nude with my top lying beside me but other than that, I felt nothing else having happened to me.

The next day followed the same routine to that remote pond where after our swim, I decided to stay back and talk.

I asked him bluntly "Tui ratre amar ghore esechili keno"? ("Why did you come to my room at night?"

He hesitated for a second and said "Amar icche korchilo tor kache thakte" ("I wanted to stay with you").

I asked - "Tahole chole geli keno?"("Then why did you leave?")

He said "Bhoi korchilo tui uthe porbi ar dekhe rege jabi ami toke nangto kore tor mai tipchi. Sokale esechilam, Tui tokhon puro nangto hoye ghumocchili, tai ar thakini"("I was scared that you will wake up and get angry seeing me make you nude and my hands pressing your boobs. I did come back at dawn, saw you were sleeping fully nude and left immediately.")

Ahh! That solved the issue of my full nudity - I must have felt hot and removed the top myself.

I said "Bhaloi holo, Tor prothom din theke icche chilo amar gud ar mai dekhar - tui ekhon nischoi khushi". ("Good. You were trying to see my pussy and boobs since I came and so now you must be happy.")

Saying this, I suddenly realised that I had finally broken the barrier of not saying gud mai till then.

Wasn't sure if that made me angry, sad or happy.

It was the first time I found him embarrassed or was I imagining it? He kept quiet for a few minutes and then said "Toke ekta katha bolbo - rege jabi Na? Kauke boltei hobe kintu ar kauke bola jabe na."("Can I say something that might make you angry? I need to tell someone but can't tell anyone else.")

I nodded, wondering what was coming.

He hesitated for a few seconds and then said " Ami er modhye ek ratre Kakimake puro nangto hoye koltolai gud dhute dekhechi. Kaka nischoi chudechilen onake tai uni nijeke poriskar korchilen. Amar chole jawa uchit chilo, kintu ami parini. Kakimar sorirta je ki osadharon ki bolbo ami na dekhe chole jete parini. Ami aaj obdhi konodin karo mai gud pod dekhini orokom. Oi halka chnader aloteo sobkichu ekdom thik thik kete bosano mone hocchilo." ("I saw Kakima (my mother) fully nude at night, washing her pussy at the tube-well. Kaka (my father) must have fucked her and she was cleaning herself. I should have left, but couldn't. Kakima has such a fantastic body that it was impossible for me to not watch her and leave. I have never seen such boobs, such arse or pussy ever in my life. Even in the light moon, she had everything sculpted exactly right about her ".)

I kept quiet.

He continued " Rege jas na kintu ei boyeseo kakimar sorirta tor theke onek onek beshi sundor. Kaka na ki bhagyo korechilo, orokom ekta bou peyeche chudte."( "Please don't get angry but even at her age, Kakima has a much much more attractive body than yours. Kaka is very lucky that he got such a wife to fuck."

I just nodded a yes but said nothing.

I knew at double+ my age, my mother is a walking body of grace, elegance and sexuality and I doubted if I can be anywhere near her.

Ever.

To change the subject from my nude mother, I asked him ( Tui kal amar khola mai dekhechis. Kal ratre amake prai nyanto kore amar pod ar mai tipechis. Aaj sokale puro nyangto dekhechis. Amake tor dekhar icche chilo, tui icche moto dekhechis. Ami kicchu mone korini. Kintu amar prize kothai?" ("Yesterday you saw my open boobs. Yesterday night, you almost made me nude and pressed my boobs and arse. Today morning, you saw me fully nude. You wanted to see and you got your wish. I didn't mind. So where is my prize?")

Chinmay didn't expect this.

He just mumbled "Ki prize"("What prize?")

I saw the opportunity to get this further and said "Kolkatai ami din e dubar massage korai. Ami chai tui amake massage kor. Otai amar prize."( "I used to have daily oil massage, twice, in Calcutta. As my prize, I want you to massage me.")

I could see that my demand has jolted him out of the usual casual behavior and he didn't know what to do or say.

Without giving him any time to think, I asked "Amar ghore ja. Ami jekhane shui, tar bna dike amar make up box ache. Seta, duto boro bed cover ar duto boro gamcha niye ai." ("Go to my room. You will find my make up box towards the left of where I sleep. Bring that. Also bring two large bedsheets and two towels.")

He didn't say anything but left.

I removed my sari, made a loose central knot at the waist, put one portion loosely on my top and dumped the rest on the knot, covered my body and sat on a haystack, waiting.

In a few minutes, I found him coming back, carrying two large bedsheets and towels and my make up box.

When he came, I asked him to make me a haystack bed, cover it fully with two triple pleated bedsheets and one towel and make one towel into my pillow. I lied down, face inwards.

He took out my Olive oil bottle and rubbed it on his palms and awaited my instructions.

As with Ratan, I asked him to start with my legs. He lifted and bent my legs and said "Tor osubidhe na thakle sarita khol. Tel lege eto baje hoye jabe je kacha jabe na aar."("If you have no issues, remove the sari. It will get oily and be very difficult to wash.")

I had planned to ask him to strip me.

However, since his hands were already oily, I had no choice but to remove my sari from the top and then pull it out from the bottom, throw it away, lie back and close my eyes. I just noticed then he was still in his shorts and said "Tor pant eo tel lege jabe. Khulte chaile khulte paris - amar osibidhe nei."("Your shorts will also get oily. So if you want, remove it. I have no issue with that.")

A slightly trembling voice came "Amar haat e tel bhorti. Tor icche hole ar parle khule de - nahole thak"(""My hands are oily, so if you want and can, remove it - otherwise let it be") followed by a very low voiced mumble that sounded like "Amake nangto kore byabohar korte kono magir e kokhono osubidhe hoi na." ("Haven't seen a bitch yet who minds making me nude and using me.")

My ears burned being called a 'Magi' ( loosely translated slut/ bitch) - I had never ever been called that before, but since I started it, I could not walk out now. I got up, kneeled in front of him, saw his face was very angry, opened the button holding his shorts, pulled the zip down slowly, pulled his pants down, avoided his black, curved, hairy, loosely hanging penis hitting my face, folded his shorts, got up, kept it away from us on my sari and lied down again, face in pillow and waited.

In a few seconds, I could feel him kneeling over my body putting his legs across my sides and putting his oily hands on my shoulder blades and starting to oil out my backside thoroughly. By his touches, I could realise that nude feminine bodies are not new to him at all and made a tick somewhere in my mind to ask him about it.

Though I was extremely angry as well as uncomfortable on a makeshift bed, I loved the experience and went on savouring it to the full while his hands pushed the oil thoroughly inside my skin and his body bent down my body, blocking the sunlight.