Dear reader my name is Sahebji. Some of you of may have read my earlier contributions to this site. I wish to thank you guys for your appreciative response. This is not one of my experiences but of a young lady Minu, who wrote to me about them. I can't describe her to you, as I have never met her. Best would be, I think, if you hear what she has to say in her own words.

Hello friend, what I am about to narrate is a true story.

My name is Minu. I am eighteen years old. I have a problem on which I would like your advice. First of let me tell you frankly all the events that created the problem in the first place.

It started when I was fourteen. I am my parent's only child. I lived with my parents and Birju, a servant who had been with us since I was two years old, in a metropolitan city. Birju was a big built man of thirty-five or so. He loved me dearly and indulged my every wish. My father was a senior official in the local government. We had a neighbor Mr. Sharma a colleague of my father.

Mr. Sharma and his wife were good friends of my parents. I used to call them uncle and aunty. They had no children. Although Mrs. Sharma was quite capable of conceiving but because of some other problem the doctors had advised her to avoid pregnancy as childbirth could be fatal to her. Being childless, they loved me very dearly. I also liked them and spent most of my time in their house.

At fourteen I was not big built. I was 4' 9", slim with long black hair. I attended a local convent school. My boobs were quite small as compared to other girls of my age in my class. I did not need to wear a bra. I thought my boobs were perfectly shaped and very pretty. I liked touching and pressing them.

Every morning while having my bath, I touched them and they instantaneously became hard. My nipples would stand erect and I felt a lovely tingling sensation in my choot (cunt). After a few minutes of caressing my tits I could not resist touching my choot (cunt). I pressed and rubbed my hard dana (clit), intensifying the pleasant feeling till I came. This was my daily routine.

One evening my parents told me, 'Minu we have to go to attend the wedding of your cousin and we will be back in three days. We will leave in the morning'. I cried and wanted to go with them. They told me that they are travelling by car and it was full as some other relatives were going with them. My mother said, 'Don't worry Minu you will be safe. Birju will look after you and if there is any problem, which he can't handle, then go to Sharma uncle and aunty. They will help you. It is only a matter of three days.'

Next morning they left.

In the afternoon when I came back from school I did my homework and told Birju that I was going over to uncle Sharma's house to play. I loved playing carom board with uncle. Uncle was on long leave so I was sure to find him at home. When I reached their house uncle was alone. Aunty had gone to the market. 'Uncle' I said, 'let us play carom.'

The board was set up and we started. Uncle was an expert and I was a learner. We played several boards. In between my uncle kept guiding me as to how I should place my fingers behind the striker etc. In one particularly difficult shot he stood behind me and put his arms round me trying to show me what to do. His arms rubbed against my boobs. My nipples became hard and I could not suppress a loud moan of pleasure. Uncle immediately realized what was happening.

'You like my arms rubbing your tits?' he asked cupping my boobies and squeezing them. My face became red but I kept quiet and tried to remove his hand. In the ensuing struggle he kept caressing them. 'Please uncle let me go' I pleaded.

'You like it don't you?' he asked.

'Yes, but it tickles' I said.

'Tickles where? Between your legs?' he asked placing his hand on my cunt. I nodded and requested him again to let me go.

Instead of releasing me he pushed his hand between my legs and started to caress my choot. I was now enjoying the sensation so much that I could not stop him. He pulled me onto his lap and undid my blouse exposing my boobies. He kept pressing them and pinching my nipples lightly. My legs opened automatically. Uncle quickly put his hand under my skirt and inserted his finger in my cunt but without damaging my virginity. He started to move his finger in and out of my vagina. I was in the seventh heaven.

I came down to earth when I heard Birju's stern voice, 'Yeh kya ho raha hai bittua (Child what is going on here?)'

Sharma uncle immediately released me and out of shame ran inside the house and locked the door. Birju caught me by my arm and dragged me home shouting, 'Tu randi kab se ban gayi? (Since when have you become a whore?)' Reaching home I apologized and promised never to do it again.

'Nahin, tu dobaara zaroor karegi. Chudwane ka itna hee shauk hai na tau hum tujhe chod kar abhi teri khuwaish poori kar dete hain (No, you will do it again. If you are so keen to be fucked then I will fuck you now and fulfill your wish).'

When I realized what he had said I started to plead with him. Birju was livid. He just ignored me and pushed me into the bedroom. He tore off my clothes and threw me on the bed. I lay completely naked on the bed. He stood gloating over my exposed tits and my hairless cunt. I was too scared to scream.

'Kutiya kahin ki. Kya humne tujhe issi liye itne pyaar se paal pos ke barda kiya tha ki tu shaadi ke pahele hee apne aap ko chudwaye (You bloody bitch! Do you think that we brought you up with so much love and affection so that you can lose your virginity before getting married?)' Birju said angrily and started to take off his clothes.

At this moment the phone rang. Birju stopped and looked a little scared. 'Kisska phone ho sakta hai? (Whose phone can it be?) he murmured to himself. 'Mummy ka hoga' I said thinking, 'Thank God I am saved'.

I had however not reckoned with Birju's guile. He placed his palm firmly on my mouth and dragged me, naked as I was, with him to the phone. He picked up the receiver and said, 'Haalo'.

The instrument made gawking noises. Birju said, 'Namaste memsahib. Haan sab theek hai. Minu bhi theek hai abhi bahar khelene gayi huyi hai (Good morning madam. Yes everything is all right. Minu is also well. She has gone outside to play)'.

Hearing this I knew it was mummy on the line. I renewed my struggle to free myself but made no headway. Birju was so much stronger than I was.

'Theek hai. Aap fikar matt kijiye main usska poora khyal rakhoonga (Yes. Don't worry I will look after her properly)' he said and rang off.

He released my mouth and pushed me back into the bedroom. I had this silly notion that by pleading and/or threatening him I could dissuade him from ravishing me.

'Please Birju mujhe maaf karde (Please Birju forgive me)' I begged. He did not reply but started to undress again. When he removed his pajama I saw his erect lund (cock). 'My god' I thought, 'it was so big and thick. If he pushes this huge rod in my small choot I will die'.

'Birju nahin tera laurda bahut hee lamba aur mota hai main mar jauingi (No Birju your cock is very big and thick, I will die)' I cried.

'Tera marna ya jeena tau uper wale ke hath main hai, lakin yeh mard ka laurda teri choot main aaj zaroor ghussega (Life and death is in the hands of God but this man's cock will definitely go into your cunt today)' he replied caressing his erect member.

He then pressed and kissed my tits roughly and simultaneously ran his fingers through the lips on my virgin cunt.

'Please mujhe chord de nahin tau main mummy daddy ko sab bata doongi (Please let me go otherwise I will tell daddy and mummy everything)' I threatened.

'Arre woh tau teen din baad aayenge tab tak tau main teri bhonsdri ko chod chod kar bhonsdra bana doonga (They will come back only in three days. In the meanwhile I will fuck your cunt so often and make it as big as the Banihal tunnel)' he replied biting my nipple.

'Tujhe jail jaane se bilkul dar nahin lagta? (You are not scared of going to jail?)' I asked in desperation.

'Koyi baat nahin dono ki saath achchi kategi (Doesn't matter at least both will be together)' he said fingering my cunt.

'Dono? (Both?)' I laughed, 'main kyoon jail jaaungi. Tu akela hee jaayega (Why should I go said to jail? You will go alone)'.

'Tu nahin kutiya. Tera pyaara uncle jiss se apni choot main ungali karwa rahi thi (Not you bitch! Your beloved uncle who was fingering your cunt)' he said moving the foreskin of his lund (cock) up and down

'Agar main kahoon uncle ne kuch bhi nahin kara tau teri baat kaun maanega? (If I say uncle did nothing then who will believe you)' I laughed.

'Arre bhonsdri ki meri baat koyi nahin maanega lakin iss camere ki tasweer tau maanenge (You whore, they may not believe my word but they will believe the photograph I took)' he replied with a grin pointing to my camera.

'Birju tu ek shareef aadmi ko jail bhejega? (Birju you are not going to send a decent man to jail)?' I asked.

He laughed, 'Haan tera uncle tau shareefzada hai aur main ek nauker kutta hoon (Yes your uncle is a decent man but I, a servant is a street dog).'

Dear reader for nearly half and hour he played and tormented my body. Inflicting pain by squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples. He also rubbed and pinched my clit. All this made my choot wet. I could do nothing but suffer all his indignities.

'Bas bahut hogaya. Haraamzadi ki choot bhi gilli hogayi hai. Chudwana chahati hai. Ab kaam ka taim hai (Enough. Bitch's cunt has become wet. She wants to be fucked. It is time to start now)' he said grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs as wide as he could.

'Nahin Birju nahin. Mujhe chord de (No Birju no please. Let me go)' I screamed but instead of letting me go he placed his huge cock on my choot (cunt) entrance and rammed the whole of it in my cunt in one swift stroke. I screamed and shrieked with pain. It had no effect on him. He kept ramming his cock in my choot and I kept screaming.

'Chupp randi agar ek bhi aawaz nikali tau main tujhe itna chdoonga ki tu chaar din tak apni tangain bund nahin kar payegi (Quiet! If you even make the slightest of sound then I will fuck you so often and so hard that you will not be able to close your legs for four days)' he shouted at me.

I got so scared that I continued to weep softly and suffer his indignities silently.

With each stroke he said, 'Yeh le kutiya' 'ab yeh sambhal randi ('take this bitch' 'now handle this you whore')'.

After ten minutes of ramming his big member inside me he shouted, 'OHH, OHH, AHHHHhhh' and released his seed in me and rolled off my ravished body panting heavily.

Just then the phone rang again. After several rings he realized that the phone was ringing.

Leaving me lying naked on the bed he went to attend the phone. I could not move. My whole body was hurting. I was emotionally so devastated that I could not even shout. I just lay crying softly. I could hear what was being said. My mother was on the line again.

'Nahin woh abhi bhi bahar khel rahi hai. Uss se kuch khehena hai? (No she is still playing outside. If you want I can give her a message?)' Birju panted.

After a pause he said, 'Main bahar uss per nazar rakhe huye tha. Jab phone sunna tau bhag kar aaya hoon shayad issi liye haanp raha hoon (I was outside watching over her and when I heard the phone ring I came running. Maybe that is why I am panting)'.

'Theek hai memsahib main uss se keh doonga (Okay memsahib I will tell her)' he said and replaced the receiver.

With an evil smile Birju again caught hold of me again and pushed his erection into me. He fucked me three more times. By the time he let me alone I could hardly walk. He left me lying naked in bed and went about his work. In between whenever he felt like it, he would come to me and give my choot a shot of his cum.

By nightfall I had been fucked so often that my choot was sore and I was half-dead with exhaustion.

Later at night when the phone rang I was in no condition to talk and he told my mother that I was asleep. He said, 'Minu bahut thaki huyi thi woh aapke phone ka intezaar karte karte so gayi (Minu was waiting for her call but was so tired that she could not keep awake)'. Satisfied my mother signed off.

At night he slept with me in my bed and fucked me again and again at will. Before sleeping he tied my hand to his so that I could not escape. Within minutes he was snoring.

Despite the fact that I was very tired sleep would not come to me. I lay awake thinking back on the events of that fateful day. The fucking I had received at Birju's hand had broken my spirit. I decided it was no use complaining. It would be like locking the stable after the horse has been stolen. What had to happen has happened? By complaining I will not get my virginity back and poor uncle Sharma would also get into trouble unnecessarily. Actually I had enjoyed the last few times Birju fucked me. I even liked his rough treatment and his abusive language turned me on. I decided to keep quiet and accept my fate. I said to myself that if I am destined to be fucked by Birju then why shouldn't I enjoy it? With these thoughts running through my mind I don't know when I slipped into deep slumber.

'Kutiya uddh. Subah hogayi hai. Tujhe school jaana hai (Get up bitch it is morning. You have to go to school)' I heard Birju say with his finger up my cunt.

'Nahin main aaj school nahin jaoonji (No I won't go to school today)' I said sleepily.

'Kya ghar baithkar chudwayegi? (You want to stay at home and get fucked)' Birju said with an evil grin. To his utter surprise I nodded and spread my legs invitingly. Birju immediately entered me.

After he had finished he said with an evil grin, 'Randi ko ab chudai achchi lagene lagi hai. Nahin school jaana hai. Nahan dhokar tayyar ho ja, ya main tujhe nilahoon? (So the whore has started to enjoy fucking. No you have to go to school. Have a bath and get ready or you want me to give you a bath?)'. Not knowing what he would do to me in the bathroom I quickly went to get ready. I was also glad to be alone for some time. It was a relief to soak my blood stained aching cunt and tired limbs in warm water.

While I was eating breakfast I said, 'Birju jo tune kal kara woh theek nahin tha (Birju what you did yesterday was not right)'.

Birju laughed, 'Bittua agar hum kal uss waqt nahin pahunchte tau tera uncle tujhe zaroor chod deta (Child yesterday if I had not reached at that moment then your uncle would have definitely fucked you)'.

'Nahin kabhie nahin. Uncle yeh kabhie nahin karte (No never. Uncle would never have done such a thing)' I replied.

'Tu abhi bachchi hai aur nasamajh hai. Main do saal se uss haraami ki aankhon main tujhe chodene ki hawass dekh raha hoon. Tera harami uncle kal nahin tau aaj teri choot zaroor phard deta, iss liye maine socha main hee kyoon na teri kori choot ko phardne kaa mazaa loon (You are still young and ignorant. Since two years I am seeing lust to fuck you in the eyes of that bastard. That bastard would have definitely, if not yesterday then today, taken your virginity. Therefore I thought why shouldn't I have the pleasure of popping your cherry)' Birju said and laughed.

'Agar mere bachcha ho gaya tau kya karega? (What will you do if I get pregnant?)' I asked.

'Tu humain chutiya samjhti hai. Hum jaante hain ki teri abhi bachcha paida karne ki umaria nahi hoyi hai. Chalo jaldi karo school ki bus ka taim ho gaya (You think I am stupid. I know you have yet to have your period. Hurry it is time for the school bus to arrive)'.

As I was about to leave for school the phone rang again.

'Haan school jaane ke liye tayyar hai. Achcha bulata hoon (Yes she is ready to leave for school. Okay I will call her)' I heard him say. He gave me the phone but with his eyes and actions he warned me not say anything otherwise he would kill me. He did not know that I had already decided to say nothing t my parents.