Chapter 1: Gita - Lesson One

When the following events took place I was living in a largish house with my wife. I am a freelance commercial artist and work mostly from my house. I had a bed-sitter to myself (as I work at all odd hours and all sort of people called on me) with a small studio attached to it. My wife is a schoolteacher. She leaves the house in the morning and gets home only at about 3.30 in the afternoon. Our children are grown up and live separately.

We had a maid who did all the household chores including brooming and cleaning. She had been working for us since six months or so her name was Gita. I had never paid much attention to her. Usually she came in the morning did her work and went home in the evening.

Till one day...

Let me tell you something about Gita. She was about 15 years of age. 5'4" tall, slim with long black hair. She is not fair but bit on the darkish side. She is also not pretty but is also not ugly either; she has what is called an "everyday" face. She did not look very bright. Her most redeeming features were her tits, ass and naturally her kori choot (virgin cunt). She has lovely tits not too large and also not too small just the right size for her body and a slim tight ass.

One day as there was no electricity in the morning I sat in the verandah reading the morning newspapers. While reading when I lowered the paper to turn a page I saw Gita sitting on her haunches and wet wiping the floor. Her back was towards me and I could see her salwar (the lower portion of women's attire called salwar kameez) pressing tightly against her ass cheeks. I could even make out the divide between them. My mind immediately went to the valley of pleasure that lay between her legs and got a hard on.

I raised the newspaper but kept an eye on her. Slowly she turned and continued to wipe the floor. When she was facing me she put her left hand on the floor and leaned forward to reach a far off area with the cleaning mop. In this posture I could see right inside her kameez (shirt) She was not wearing a bra but only a shift/slip under her kameez.

What I saw electrified me. I saw the loveliest pair of tits hanging from her body like mangoes. They were not very large but just the right size with pointed nipples jiggling and swinging with the rhythm of her movements. My God, this sight made me even harder. I kept watching her and pressing and rubbing my rigid cock.

After that morning I made it a daily practice to read the morning papers in the verandah and enjoy the scene of Gita's 'tit dance'. I invariably ended up with a huge hard on. I also started harbouring thoughts of getting this delectable piece of virgin flesh into bed and fuck her brains out.

One morning when I was openly staring at Gita's tits she saw my stare and followed it with her eyes and realized what I was staring at. She also saw me pressing and rubbing my lund (cock). Instead of changing her stance she blushed slightly and for a second her lips curled into a thin smile. She continued to wipe the floor with renewed vigor thus making her tits jiggle, jump and swing harder than ever. This reaction of hers seemed intentional and gave me heart that my aim to fuck her would be realized, all I had to do was to wait for the right moment.

During this period my wife was on a few days leave. There were many opportunities but only for a "quickie". I was not looking for a "bang, bang thank you ma'am affair" with Gita but a long lasting tender relationship. For this, it was necessary that I had lots of time to make her real horny and deflower her tenderly so that she enjoys her 'paheli chudai' (first fuck) and remembers it all her life.

A couple of days later the opportunity came. My wife told me she had to go to town for some work and visit friends and will be back only by late afternoon and Gita will give me my lunch. If I wanted anything else I should ask Gita. I assured her that I would be okay and am sure Gita will give me all that I want.

Now knowing that Gita and I will be alone for at least four hours or more I decided the time has come to relieve Gita of the burden of her cherry.

After my wife had left I called Gita and asked her to bring me a glass of water. When she brought the water, I asked, "Gita Tune apni kameez main kya bhar raha hai? (Gita what have you stuffed in to your kameez?)" She blushed and lowered her eyes but kept quiet. I repeated my question she replied, "Kuch nahin (Nothing)". I said, "Kuch tau, aaj teri choochiyan bahut bardi lug rahin hain (Something, today your tits are looking very large)". On insisting she said, "Mera badan hee hai (It is only my body)". "Nahin ho sakta? (No it can't be?)"I said. She kept silent.

During this conversation, her answers came only in whispers. Her eyes were lowered and she kept shuffling from one foot to the other, but did not make any move to leave or protest. This was an encouraging sign.

I said, "Sachie idhar aa choo kar dehkun (Really, come here let me touch and see)". "Nahin, nahin (No, No)" she said and crossed her arms across her breasts. I pulled her tenderly but firmly towards me. She leaned against me and hid her face in my chest. Oh the feeling of her small taut breast pressed against me gave me an instant hard on. I put my finger under her chin and raised her face. I kissed her face, cheeks, ears and her lips tenderly. A man had never kissed her before. I took her lower lip and then her upper lip in my mouth and slowly sucked on them.

I turned her around so that her back was leaning against my chest. I slowly put both my hands on her beautiful tits and pressed them. I took the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed them. She said, "Ahhh ohh, yeh kya kar rahain hain aap? (What are you doing?)"."Tere mamme daba raha hoon (I am pressing your tits) I replied". In the mean time I kept kissing her. I then put my hands one by one under her kameez and gripped her tits.

The feel of her boobs was great. My hard on became harder and so did her tits. I pressed her tits and tweaked her nipples. She moaned with pleasure. I said, "Gita tere mamme bahut pyaare hain. Zara dekhun to sahi (Gita your tits are very sweet. Let me see them)". "Nahin, nahin (No, no)" she whispered but let me lift her kameez above her tits level. I continued to massage them.

I said, "Kameez uttar de (Take off your shirt)". She protested, "Nahin nahin (No, no)". "Kyon? (Why?)"and before she could reply I pulled her kameez over her head. We were standing not far from the bed. I slowly led her to it and laid her down on it. She continued to protest mildly but I paid no heed to her protests. She again crossed her arms across her tits. "Haath hata na (Remove your arms)" "Nahin, nahin sharam aati hai (No, no I feel embarrassed)". "Aisa kar tu ankh band kar le tau tujhe pata hee nahin lagega ki main teri chuchiyaon ko dekh raha hoon. Phir tujhe sharam nahin aayegee (Close your eyes then you won't know that I am looking at your boobs and you will not feel embarrassed)" I advised.

Slowly I pulled her arms away from her breasts. She lay there half-naked with her eyes' shut tightly not knowing what is going to happen next. She looked lovely. She lay panting, her breasts hard, nipples taut and moaning softly. I kept kissing her and handling her tits and she kept moaning. Her breath was getting shorter. " Bahut pyaare hain, chakhta hun (They are very sweet let me taste them)". I kissed her tits and slowly moved to her nipples and took them in my mouth. A loud moan escaped her. She started to pant heavily. After a minute or so her hands caught my head and pressed them on her nipples guiding it to the places she enjoyed most. She kept muttering, "Oh! Sahebji, oh! Sahebji". Suddenly her body became tense and with a loud 'AAAHHHhh' she relaxed and lay limp. She had creamed. The little virgin had her first orgasm with a man...

My lund was so hard that I wanted to shove it inside her kori choot and fuck her hard and shoot my load into her tight sheath, but better sense prevailed. Long-term pleasure was far better than a moments impulse. So I kept control of my laurda (cock). I again started to kiss her tits and pressing her mammas (tits).

Slowly I moved downwards and when I got to her navel, I sucked on it and stuck my tongue in it and rotated it. Gita nearly went wild. I went back to her tits, her face. For some time I shuttled between her boobs and her navel. Gita was half-mad with lust. While kissing her I undid her salwar knot which Gita did not seem to notice. She was so steeped with desire. She was panting like a sprinter after a 100-meter dash. Her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing.

My hand traced down the rounded contour of her abdomen and into her pubic curls. Stroking the hair with my fingers I found her secret crevice and the swollen bump of her clit. I pressed her clit between my fingers. With a start she caught my hand and whispered, "Oh Sahebji wahan nahin chuo (Oh Sahebji do not touch me there)".

Ignoring her protest I continued to massage and lightly pinch her knob of pleasure. Soon she felt the pleasant feeling and her grip on my hand relaxed. She started to moan softly. I put my hand under her back and lifting her slightly slid her salwar off her hips.She again protested loudly, "NAHIN, NAHIN mujhe nanga mat karo (NO, NO do not make me naked)". "CHUP! leti rah aur maaja le (Quiet! remain lying and enjoy)" I said sharply and slid her salwar completely off.

My little dark virgin lay naked on the snow-white bedspread. Her eyes tightly shut with her arm covering them, her mouth slightly open, her hard tits pointing towards the ceiling, her breasts heaving up and down. Her clit hard, erect and just peeping out of her short pubic hair (Apparently the growth was quite recent), the lips of her choot were stuck to each other untouched by man and her thighs pressed tightly together.

I pressed and massaged her swollen clit and ran my finger up and down the furrow of her choot. She was wet with the hot flow of her arousal and the slit was a slippery slide down in her womanly depths. I put my mouth to her clit and sucked at it. She moaned loudly and her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a circular motion. Tremors ran through her body and she moaned softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves mounting higher and higher. Suddenly Gita clutched my head and pressed it to her clit. Few seconds later with a loud AAAHHHhhhhh she sighed and lay still and relaxed. She had creamed again.

I lifted her legs and pressed her knees to her breasts. I looked at her kori choot hole for the first time. It was very wet, oozing her cum. I took off my pajama and kurta releasing my raging rock hard lund. It was all sticky with pre-cum. My poor lund had been completely ignored in the above proceedings. It was time for him to "get into the middle of things". I gave it a couple of up and down strokes with my hand and spread Gita's legs apart and got on top of her. I took my laurda and moved it up and down in her slit.

"Yeh garam garam kya hai? (What is this warm thing?)" she inquired softly. I took her hand and placed it on my hard member, "Yeh mera laurda hai (This is my cock)". She felt it and whispered softly, "Sahebji yeh tau bahut bara aur mota hai (Sahebji it is very large and thick)". I placed my lund on her choot hole. "Oh! Iss se kya karoge? (Oh! what are you going to do with it?)" she asked. "Main isse teri choot main gusserd ke tujhe chodunga (I will shove it up your cunt and fuck you)" and pressed it into her.

The head slipped easily into her cum lubricated kori choot. "OOhhh" said she.

I moved my lund in and out of her phuddi (cunt) making slow progress. Her choot was very tight. Soon I reached an obstacle, the hymen, the sentinel of her virginity. I did not try to break through it but continued the to and fro motion. Gita started to feel the pleasure coming over her and started to moan.