Chapter 2: Confessions, fears and Sita

One morning Gita, after receiving her daily shot of cum in her choot was lying next to me cuddling my lund, kissing and sucking it. I said, "Gita, tell me about yourself, your family and your first contact with sex and how matters developed till date.

This is what she said, "I live in two small rooms adjacent to each other with my mother and my sisters Sita, Ritu and my brother Dipu. Sita and Dipu are twins and fourteen years old. Ritu is one year younger to them. My father died two years back. When my father was alive, all the four children slept in one room and the parents in the other. After his death Dipu started sleeping with my mother leaving us girls alone in the room".

"School, yes I used to go but after the death of my father, being the eldest I had to help mother and go to work. I had couple of jobs before; the employers mistreated me. Then I came to this house, I was happy here, but now I am in heaven" she said giving my cock a loving squeeze.

"My brother and sisters still go to school. Sita does not like it but the other two are happy. My knowledge about sex was very sketchy. I thought that after marriage the man and the woman put their 'things' together and made babies. I did not know what the 'things' looked like but had a vague idea. I had no real girl friend in whom I could confide. I was on good terms with a married neighbour who was few years older to me. We were however not on intimate terms and had never discussed sex".

"Our room is very small therefore we all slept on mattresses on the floor. One night I suddenly woke up and heard strange sounds in the room. I thought that maybe one of my sisters is not well. After my eyes got used to the darkness I saw Sita lying on her back with her kameez rolled up to her neck and her salwar open and her choot exposed. I saw that her one hand was pressing her mammas (tits) and pinching their nipples while the other was moving up and down on her choot. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing in gasps and moaning".

Fascinated I watched her. Her movements grew faster, her moans louder and suddenly she raised her ass and sighed loudly and lay back panting. After a few moments she opened her eyes and saw me staring at her. A scared look came into her eyes. "What are you doing you dirty girl" I hissed. "Oh didi (a term of addressing the older sister)". "Bol (speak)". I forgot to mention that Sita was normally aggressive and not easily intimidated".

"In the meanwhile Sita regained her composure and said brazenly, "Didi mazaa le rahi thi (Didi I was enjoying myself)". "Kaise? (How)?" I asked. She was now in her element she said, "Aapne yeh kabhie nahin kara? (You have never done it?)"."Nahin (No)" I said. "Didi kar ke dekho bahut mazaa aaata hai (Didi try it you will enjoy it)". I refused but finally she persuaded me and I agreed to press my mammas and pinch my nipples only and not touch my choot. Under her expert guidance I commenced to press and pinch my nipples".

"God it was nice, slowly a strange but nice feeling came over my body and unconsciously my hand moved towards my choot. At first I rubbed it through the salwar, it was not satisfying enough I opened it and slid my hand inside and started massaging my clit vigorously. Soon I was moaning and panting and with a small animal like cry I experienced my first orgasm. I felt my salwar getting wet. I had never felt such lovely sensation before it was just great. "Kaisa laga? (How did you like it?)" Sita asked. I confessed it was great. I masturbated two more times before falling off to sleep. Sita was watching me throughout".

"After that night we masturbated together. Slowly we graduated to rubbing each other and looking at each other's choot hole. No! No! We never put anything inside the choot, not even our little finger. I am sure Sita has also not done anything like that either, otherwise she would have surely told me".

"Sita knew more about sex matters than me. She said a man has a lund from which he pisses and when excited the lund becomes large and thick like a banana. On the wedding night he puts it inside the woman's choot. This she said was called chuddai and chuddai makes babies. I asked how did she know all this she said her girl friend had told her. I did not quite believe her. I had seen my younger brother pissing many a times and no way could his little lund become as large as a banana and go into the small hole of the choot, it would kill the girl".

"But my curiosity was aroused and was determined to find out more. One day, when my married friend came home to spend a few days with her parents, I visited her and asked her what happens on the wedding night. At first she laughed off my question and when I begged her she looked at me and said you are old enough and for your own good it is better that you know everything".

"She told me basically the same things that Sita had said. On expressing my doubts she clarified that when a boy grows into a man his lund also grows and when it gets excited it becomes large, thick and hard. Some men's lund is even larger and thicker than a banana. Like yours Sahebji, she said giving it a kiss.

"The woman's choot is very elastic it extends and accommodates the lund easily. For your information the baby come out of the choot so you can imagine how much it can expand. Yes, it pains a little when the lund enters the choot for the first time then there is no pain thereafter. Pleasure, yes in chuddai one experiences so much pleasure that you cannot imagine, it is many more times enjoyable than masturbating".

"Did you tell her that you masturbate?" I interjected.

"No she must have assumed it, probably all girls masturbate, this is what Sita says. My friend advised me that many times the heart wants to do things but the head is against it. One should therefore use both the heart and the head before deciding anything. Moreover the danger of pregnancy is very great it will bring shame and disgrace on the girl as well as her family. The biggest and the costliest jewel a woman can take with her to the wedding bed, is her virginity".

"I assured her that I planned to remain a virgin and all I wanted was to clear my mind. We chit - chatted for a little while and after thanking her for the clarifications I left".

"I did not tell Sita about this conversation but kept thinking about the intensity of pleasure one felt during fucking. I loved to masturbate and feel its pleasure and if fucking gave more pleasure then I wanted to get fucked and experience the pleasures it promises. Get fucked yes, but who will fuck poor me I thought. My heart said the man should be someone I liked, he should also be tender and considerate. My mind said he should be experienced, mature and capable of handling any situation. "How is that for using my heart and head", she laughed.

"One day I was thinking of chuddai, the truth is after that day I only thought of chuddai, I saw you walking in the garden. Suddenly it hit me why not Sahebji. I had always liked you and to my mind you were perfect. Then doubts started to come in my mind. Why would a nice man like you want to fuck a poor servant girl like me? You had so many beautiful rich society women to choose from. (Gita did not understand that for me the lure of one young virgin of tender age and at one's beck and call is far greater than the loose cunts of several, beautiful society women). I dismissed the idea from my mind but this did not stop me from fantasizing about it while masturbating".

"One morning when I was cleaning the floor while you read the newspaper I saw you looking at my mammas and pressing your big hard lund. I thought if my mammas have excited Sahebji then there still might be a chance that he will fuck me. I immediately started shaking them so you could enjoy and like them more. You won't believe me but I rubbed my choot and came at least five times in the next hour or so. After that morning I made it a point to clean the floor when you were sitting there and went out of way to attract your attention to me".

"How can I ever forget the morning when you called me. Maine socha shayad aaj Sahebji mujhe chodenge (I thought maybe Sahebji will fuck me today). Then you took me in your strong arms and kissed me? A man had never kissed me before. I liked it and what followed was much better than I had imagined. You kissed, pressed and sucked my dudhoos (breasts), I was constantly releasing my cuntal juices. Soon you had me naked and put your mouth on my swollen lump, oh! I felt as if an electric current had gone through my body I shuddered and I came and came. If this was the intensity of pleasure before you had even touched my choot hole then what will the pleasure of chuddai be like I wondered".

"It was mind-boggling".

"You then rubbed your lund on my choot and placed my hand on it. I felt its size. It was much larger than I had ever imagined. You picked up my legs and placed the head of your cock on the entrance of my choot. Thinking your huge lund will tear my poor little choot into shreds, I wanted to chicken out but thank god you were firm and pushed its head into me. I was waiting for the pain to come but a good feeling came over me and as I was about to relax oh! Pain such severe pain I thought I would die, but you were so considerate and your kisses so tender I felt the pain subsiding".

"As you kept moving this (planting a big kiss on my lund) dear lund, in and out of my choot my level of excitement kept increasing. Soon I did not know what I was doing my bum was moving my back arching and my choot coming perpetually. Your movements became faster and the strokes harder I was about to come when I felt some thing warm being injected into my choot, I came, I came with such intensity as I had never come before, my cunt juices would not stop flowing they went on and on".

"It was sometime before I recovered. I still remember the big wet spot of cum intermingled with the blood of my shattered virginity; I left on your snow-white sheet. She laughed. The pleasure I had felt was more than my friend had promised oh, much more. "Thank you Sahebji and you my darling lund" she said and kissed and sucked it.

"The chuddai over, I came back to reality I knew Sahebji that you had poured your baby making seed inside my cunt and was scared. I had meant to ask about it before you entered me but I was so aroused that I did not care. You remember I asked about the danger of pregnancy and you told me that you were safe. I was overjoyed and said to myself, 'Yehi hai right choice baby' (punch line of a popular ad on TV)".

"I admonished myself right away for doubting that a kind and considerate man like my Sahebji would put me in any danger. "I hope you do not mind my thinking of you as 'my Sahebji'?" I said "No". She then raised her hand and solemnly declared "Sahebji I will never, never doubt you again. You believe me don't you? I nodded and I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly.

"Now on with your narration" I told her. I can never forget the eight days (Yes, yes I remember this number how can I forget those eight days of hell) of sheer torture I went through when you did not fuck me. I did my best to draw your attention to me but in vain. Foreboding thoughts started coming to my mind like Sahebji will never fuck me again, he is tired of my choot, I have made some grave mistake, who will fuck me now etc. I was going mad. My choot wanted a big, long and thick lund, this was despite of nightly frigging sessions with Sita".

"Even one day without a good bout of chuddai drove me crazy. I did not want anyone else, you were so nice, I decided to make another attempt. You see when I came to you that day I had wanted to ask you outright to fuck me but could not get the words out my mouth and stood there mumbling stupid things. When you saw my predicament you helped me. I was overjoyed that my Sahebji still liked me otherwise why would he help me. You wanted me to ask you for a fuck using words like choot, chuddai etc. On several earlier occasions you had asked me the same but I had refused".

"I confess now that I had always wanted to use these words before you but my shyness stopped me from doing it. At night when I fantasized that you were fucking me I always used these words in my mind. The situation now was that I use these words or lose you. No way did I want to lose you so I threw away the mantle of shyness and accepted your command".

"Am I now using these words to your satisfaction?" She wanted to know. "You are doing fine, just continue using them" I told her.

"You desired I suck and lick your laurda. I did not want to do it but when you threatened that you will never suck my lump of joy and not wanting to forgo that pleasure, I went to work on your rigid lund. At first I did not like it but after a while I started enjoying it. Soon you shot your seed into my mouth and made me swallow it. Initially I did not like it but by and by I started enjoying it. Yes, the taste is pungent and salty but it tastes great, I like it. Now I can't get enough of it".

Grabbing my already erect cock she asked, "Shall I suck you off now". "Later, continue with your story now" I told her she laughed and continued.

"One day you asked me to bathe with you, I had once while bathing rubbed soap in my slit and feeling very horny masturbated with the soap in my slit oh, it was great I did it regularly thereafter. I even introduced Sita to this new way to masturbate she loves it also. Knowing that soap enhances the pleasure I looked forward to more heightened enjoyment with you. I was shocked when this big fellow, pointing to my lund, wanted to enter my gaand and pop my gaand cherry".

"You also wanted it and I had promised to obey. This huge lund entered plucking my second cherry and fucked my gaand. It hurt at first then I got used to it but I enjoy gaand fucking now. If left to this cruel but sweet lund it would have torn my gaand to pieces. I have to thank you for the fore thought of using soap to reduce the pain. I did not expect any thing different".

"Well, I have told you everything".

Her narration had given me a raging hard on. Gita saw no sense in wasting it, so she got on top of me and rode me while I finger fucked her ass hole. After we both came, with a sigh of satisfaction, she lay down next to me with her head on my chest".

Few minutes later she said, "Sahebji mujhe aapse kuch kehena hai (Sahebji I want to say something to you)". "Kya? (What?)" "Mujhe dar lag raha hai (I am scared)". "Dar? Kiss ka? (Fear? From whom?)".

She said, "Sita".

She explained that you remember my telling you that each night we rubbed ourselves. I nodded. We had also got into the habit of looking at each other's choot. I nodded again. About two weeks ago when Sita was looked at my choot she said, "Didi aap ki choot pahele se bahut khuli huyi lag rahi hai (Didi your choot is looking much more open than before)".

"I laughed it away saying that she is mistaken. Now every night she keeps pestering me about it. She is even saying that I am putting things in it or otherwise I am fucking someone. I keep denying it but of no avail. What shall I do?"

I thought for some time and asked, "Sita chudwati hai? (Does Sita fuck?)"

"No but I am sure that she would love to feel a hard lund between her legs" Gita said, "oh! How I wished she had been fucked also then I will be safe".

This gave me an idea. I advised her to keep denying it and in the meanwhile I will think of something. A willing 14-year-old virgin choot was within my reach and I must find a way to pop its cherry. The thought alone gave me a terrific hard on. Gita saw my condition and with a grin went to work on it with her mouth and drank my load with relish.

The days rolled by...

Sita

Our house required white washing, painting and polishing. Some repair work also needed to be done. All this would take about a month or more. This will also generate a lot of work for Gita so I suggested to my wife that maybe Gita could bring someone with her to help her out for the duration on a temporary basis and we could pay for the extra help. The idea appealed to her and she asked Gita.

Gita came and told me. I said, "Tu Sita ko le aa. Iss se teri samasya bhi sulajh jaayegi". She said, "Kaisse? (How?)" I told her that I have a plan to fuck Sita with her assistance of course and then she will not tell on her because she herself will be in the same boat. Though she liked the idea of Sita getting screwed but was reluctant to share my cock with her. She agreed reluctantly when I told her it was either this or live in constant fear of your mother's wrath.

Next day she talked to her mother about it and she agreed but on only temporary basis, as Sita's schooling would suffer.

Lo and behold two days later Sita was working in the house.

Sita was 14-years old, slim with long tresses reaching down to her bottoms. She was a slightly smaller version of Gita, better looking and fairer in complexion. Her boobs were smaller with nipples pressing against her kameez wanting to tear it and come out in the open. She looked intelligent, attentive, bold and straightforward. She promised a tight virgin choot and gaand. Looking at her gave me an instant hard on.

Because of Sita's presence in the house Gita and I could not fuck easily. I knew I could hold out for some days but was worried about Gita. I had to implement my plan soon before Gita lost her cool.

Well I had a plan of sorts to fuck Sita. I called Gita and said to her, "Agar hamain roz chudai ka silsala jaari rakhna hai tau yeh zaroori hai ki teri madad se usski bhi chudai ho jaye (If we want to continue our daily fucking sessions then it is necessary that with your help Sita also gets fucked)". Gita asked, "Mujhe kiya karna hoga? (What will I have to do?)" I explained to her that the next time Sita asks you about sex matters you should tell her we should ask this from someone who is educated and experienced in these matters and then at an appropriate juncture suggest my name.

My plan was quite transparent and its success depended upon Gita's opinion that Sita was also very keen to taste the pleasures of a hard lund between her wide spread legs. If her reading was right then even if Sita saw through my plan, she will cooperate. I will have another tight choot to deflower. If it did not work then nothing would be lost except that I would not be able to fuck Gita as long as Sita was in the house. Gita was not too keen but her cock-starved cunt persuaded her. I explained my plan to her in detail, making her repeat it couple of times so there would be no slip-ups.

One morning both of them presented themselves in my room. Gita said, "Sahebji we would like you to teach us about the bodies of men and women and also tell us what they do after marriage etc.". While Gita was saying her piece Sita was vigorously nodding her head in agreement. "Sita what do you say?" I asked. Sita said, "Please sir I also want to learn". I pretended to think about it and said, "Only on one condition". They asked in unison, what the condition was. I told them that they must obey me without any hesitation or question. Gita said, "I will" and Sita said, "Fikar (worry) not". (I must tell you here that Sita had the habit of mixing English words with the local language in her conversation and 'fikar not' (Don't worry) was one of her favourite phrase).

"Okay girls first I want you to take your clothes off. Yes all of them" I said. Gita hesitated but Sita shrugged her shoulders and started undressing. Gita followed suit. I was watching Sita. She removed her kameez and slip and started to pull the string of her salwar when she stopped and pouting said, "Sahebji aap bhi, nahin tau hum aadmi ke badan ke baare main kaise seekhenge (Sahebji you too otherwise how will we learn about the body of man)". I assured her that I would when the time comes. Now I was quite certain that my plan would meet with success and today my lund will taste Sita's kori choot and make mince meat out of it. Satisfied she pulled the string of her salwar and stepped out it. Both the girls now stood naked before me.