Chapter 6: Ramu And Basanti

This episode took place immediately after I had finished my graduation. You will recall that during my graduate course I had the good fortune of enjoying the choots (cunts) of my cousins Madhu and Sudha and their friend Lata (For more details read the series 'Loves of Ramu' written by my good friend Sahebji). I had decided to become a teacher. After having been accepted by a leading institution I decided to take a holiday.

On arrival at my destination I checked into a hotel which was laid out more like a holiday resort than a hotel. In addition to rooms in the main building it had cottages spread over a large area. I chose a small cottage. The cottage was self-sufficient. It consisted of a large bed-sitter with attached bathroom and a kitchenette and above all, it guaranteed complete privacy.

One evening at dusk I was going to a party when I saw a young woman selling very colourfully painted statues made out of baked clay. This area was famous for these statues. They were made in nearly every household. They looked very attractive. I stopped and looked at them and decided to buy some as gifts for family and friends back home. As it was getting dark and also I did not want to carry them with me to the party I asked the woman selling them if she could bring them to me to my hotel the next day. This sort of request was probably quite normal as she readily agreed. After giving her the name of my hotel and cottage number I proceeded to the party.

Next day as I drank my early morning tea there was a loud knock on the door. I opened the door and found the peddler woman from last evening standing with a basket on her head. I invited her in and asked her to wait and went to the bathroom to do my early morning chores. I came out wearing a dressing gown.

She was sitting on her haunches on the floor with her basket full of her wares next to her. I drew a chair opposite her and started to inspect the statues. During this time I looked at her covertly. She looked quite young. She was married as was evident from the 'sindoor' (Red powder that married women put in their hair parting. A sure sign of a married woman) in her hair parting. She had a nice face and a pleasant smile. Two large black eyes and long hair made into two plaits lying lazily on her nice large boobs.

Seeing all this my cock stiffened and I had the desire to fuck her. While inquiring about the statues I also asked her some personal questions. She was a very simple girl. She replied to them in a straightforward manner. I found out that her name was Basanti and she was married. Her husband worked as a peon in a large company in a far off city. At home, apart from her father in law and mother in law there was also the family of the elder brother of her husband. The men folk made the statues and her mother in law looked after the household. Both the daughters in law peddled them around town.

'Teri shadi ko kitne saal huye hain? (How many years have you been married?)' I asked her.

'Aisse hee koyi 14/15 maheene huye hain (Approximately 14/15 months)' she replied.

'Kya itne din hogaye aur tere koyi bachcha nahin hua? (What! you are married so long and you have no child?)'

She blushed and said, 'Meri shadi ke dus din baad woh vaapas duty pe chale gaye the. Phir ab saal bhar baad ek maheene ke liye aaye the (Ten days after my marriage he had to go back on duty. Then after one year he came for a month)' then blushing profusely she added that she was now two months pregnant.

This suited me quite well.

I selected three statues and after a long and hard bout of haggling we agreed on a price. I gave her a 500-rupee note in payment.

Taking the note in her hand she said, 'Arre babu humaare paas itne barde note ka chuttal nahin hai. Humne suna tha ki itna barda note bhi hota hai lakin aaj paheli baar dekh rahi hoon (Arre sir I don't have change for such a big note. I had heard that such a note exists but I am seeing it for the first time today)'. I told her that I did not have anything smaller.

Shrugging her shoulders she said, 'Koyi baat nahin babu kissi aur roz sahi (Doesn't matter sir some other day maybe)' and started to arrange the statues in her basket. As she placed the basket on her head and started to get up, I saw my chance slipping. I decided to go for all or bust, even at the risk of hearing her abuses.

I said, 'Basanti agar tu chahe tau yeh pura note tera ho sakta hai (Basanti if you want then whole of the note can be yours)'.

She stopped midway and with a puzzled look asked, 'Kaisse? (How?)'

Opening my dressing gown and displaying my raging hard on I said, 'Agar tu mujhse chudwane ke liye raazi hojaye (If you agree to let me fuck you)'.

She sat there as if frozen. Her eyes riveted on my erection. The colour of her face became beet root red then pale and again red. As she did not abuse me I thought she might agree and maybe is too shy to say anything.

I said, 'Basanti agar tujhe meri baat manjoor hai tau tu apni tokari neeche rakh de aur agar nahin tau uth ke chali ja (If you are agreeable to my proposition then place the basket on the floor and if not then get up and leave)'.

The next two minutes were like a lifetime. Couple of times she tried to get up and then sat down again. Couple of times she lifted the basket but only to replace it on her head. But all this time she kept staring at my cock. Then slowly she lifted the basket and placed it on the floor and lowered her eyes.

I was overjoyed. I moved quickly to her and helped her on to her feet. She moved smoothly into my embrace and hid her face in my chest. I lifted her face and tenderly kissed her on her lips. Seeing her dirty face I somehow got doubts about her hygiene. I therefore decided to have a shower with her before proceeding any further. With this thought in mind I started to unbutton her blouse.

Suddenly she caught my hand and said, 'Yeh kya kar rahe ho babu? (What are you doing sir?)'

'Main tere kaprde uttar raha hoon (I am undressing you)' I told her.

'Hai nahin mujhe nanga mat karo. Main sharam se mar jauingi (Oh no don't undress me. I will die of shame)' she said.

'Agar main tujhe nanga nahin karoonga tau chodunga kaisse? (If I don't undress you then how will I fuck you?)' I asked her.

She blushed and said, 'Babu aisse hee chod lo na (Sir, fuck me like this only)' was her simple reply.

'Tere pati ne tau tijhe nanga dekha hoga? (Your husband must have seen you naked?)' I asked.

She shook her vehemently and said, 'Nahin kabhie nahin (No never)'.

'Tunne tau usska laurda chua aur dekha hoga? (You must have touched and seen his cock?)' I persisted.

She again shook her head and said 'Nahin (No)'.

'Such? Phir tera mard teri chudai kaisse karta hai (Really? Then how does your husband fuck you?)' I asked.

'Hamara ghar main ek hee kamra hai. Jab woh ghar main hote hain tau woh charpai pe sote hain aur main unke paas farsh per chatai per soti hoon. Jis din unka chodne ka dil karta hai woh mujhe anpi charpai per bula lete hain aur mera lehenga utha kar apna laurda meri choot main ghussa dete hain aur mujhe chod dete hain (Our house has only one room. When my husband is at home he sleeps on the charpoy and I sleep on the floor next to him on a straw mat. When he wants to fuck me he calls me on the charpoy. He lifts my lehenga (a calf length loose skirt worn predominantly by village ladies) and shoves his cock in my cunt and fucks me)' she replied.

'Woh tere honton ka chumma leta hai? (Does he kiss your lips)' I asked.

'Kabhie, kabhie (Sometimes)'.

'Wohi teri chuchiyan dabata hai? (Does he squeeze your boobs)'.

'Kabhie, Kabhie (Sometimes)'.

'Wohi teri choot ko sehrata tau hoga aur ussme ungali daalta hoga? (He must be caressing your cunt and putting his finger inside it?'

Again she replied 'Kabhie, kabhie (Sometimes)'.

This was getting quite intriguing. 'Tujhe chudai tau achchi lagtti hai? (You enjoy fucking, don't you?)'

Blushing she said 'Haan, lakin thordi, thordi (Yes but a little)'.

Some thing did not seem right. Was it possible that a married and a pregnant girl, with all the fucking she had received had never had a real orgasm?

'Basanti meri baat sunn. Aaj tujhe intna mazaa aayega jitna tujhe pahele kabhie zindagi main nahin aaya, lakin main jo kahoon karna hoga. Manjoor? (Basanti, listen to me. Today you will enjoy yourself more than you have ever enjoyed in your life but you will have to do what I say. Agreed?)'

She nodded and said, 'Haan (Yes)'.

I then undressed her without any objection from her. I also undressed and led her into the bathroom. I applied soap on her hard tits. I finger fucked her choot while soaping it. She did not say a word. I then asked her to apply soap on my body. She did that but studiously avoided touching my erect cock. 'Basanti iss per bhi sabun laga (Basanti apply soap on this also)' I told her pointing to my cock.

She hesitated. I took her hand and placed it on my cock and said, 'Fikar mat kar yeh katega nahin (Don't worry it won't bite)'.

Gingerly she took my cock in her hand and studied it while soaping it. She found the up and down movement of the foreskin most fascinating. After we had dried each other, I carried her to the bed and laid her down.

She asked, 'Babu ab aap mujhe chodoge? (Sir, are you going to fuck me now?)'.

'Abhi nahin. Thordi der baad (Not now. Little later)' I told her.