Chapter 1

Asha. What a beautiful name! What a gorgeous girl! She is now 23, but she has always been more sexy and voluptuous than Asha Sachdev.

In the 1970s there was a Hindustani film actress by the name of Asha Sachdev. She used to scorch the theatre screens with her skimpily attired voluptuous body, and hot love scenes. Film magazines used to report that she entertained not only her fans on the screen but also many producers, directors and lead actors. She loved what she did!

Ten times more sexy, more voluptuous, and more loving is Asha, a modern day New Delhi girl. She is not an actress but a law student. She has loved generously and had been loved generously since her teen years.

Asha was the second daughter of Prakash and Maya. Her elder sister, Rina, was 5 years older than her. Dinesh, her younger brother, was one year younger than her. They were beautiful people.

Asha became cognizant of sex activities when she was 8 years old. One night, she happened to pass by her parents bedroom and hear her mother urging her father, "Harder, please... fuck harder... do it faster... fuck me..."

The young girl did not understand what really was happening. But she knew that "fuck" was a dirty word. So, she concluded that her parents were doing something dirty. She stopped at the door. The door hadn't been properly closed. It was slightly ajar, the room light was switched on and Asha could see her parents. They were facing to her right and she had a clear view of what they were doing.

Both of them were naked. Her mother was standing naked, with her thighs spread out and her upper body bent over the bed. Her papa (father) was behind her, doing what Asha later came to know as fucking. She could see her papa's prick moving rapidly in and out of her mother from behind. The prick was very long, very thick and was covered with glistening creamy juices. He was grunting, "Ahk," each time he thrust his prick into her mother. She in turn yelped with joy, "Yes," each time her papa thrust inwards.

Asha was so interested in watching the in and out thrusts of her papa's prick that she wasn't aware that her papa had seen her at the door. He smiled to himself and adjusted his fucking position so that his young daughter could have a better view. Knowing that his young daughter was watching him fuck her mother, he got more excited and soon climaxed violently. Asha's mother also climaxed, screaming.

Just then Asha heard Rina and Dinesh, her older sister and younger brother, come into the house. Quickly and quietly she closed the door of her parents' bedroom and went to her room.

The next night the same thing happened. Asha's father deliberately left the door quite open as he fucked his wife. Asha again stood and watched the fucking. But this time her mother saw her at the door and shrieked, "Ji! Oh Bahavan!" Naked she got up and ran to the door. By then Asha had bolted from there.

When everything was quiet, Asha came back to her parents' room but this time the door was properly closed. But she could hear her parents arguing.

Her father was saying, "She's only a child, Maya. She won't know what we were doing."

"Even then we shouldn't let her see such things. Girls these days are precocious, you know."

After that night Asha didn't see her parents fuck. But she often thought of what her parents did that night. In bed she would finger her pussy. She liked the sensation.

Things became more exciting when Asha started to develop rapidly after attaining her puberty at the age of 12. Her beautiful face was being complemented by a budding curvaceous figure. Her thighs were becoming excitingly shapely, her hips and buttocks were getting filled with shapely firm smooth flesh. Her narrow waist and flat tummy accentuated her developing breasts. She liked to touch herself. The sensations were more exciting. In bed she spent hours stimulating herself to orgasm after orgasm. She was now 13.

Her father and other male members started looking at her body and started to be friendly. They would hug her young body against their big strong bodies as if she was a baby. Hoping she wouldn't know and hoping that others wouldn't notice, they would touch her body here and there; her hips, her thighs, her breasts, her buttocks and even her loins! She would pretend that she wasn't aware of their touches and never discouraged them. She liked the stimulation their hands induced in her body. And she masturbated at night in her bed to subdue her arousals.

Asha's elder sister Rina, now 18 got married. She married, Gopal, her science teacher with whom she had fallen in love. He was very much older than her. He was 45 years old. Asha's parents were not happy at first, but seeing that he was a teacher and good looking, they agreed to the marriage.

There were several ceremonies on several days before the actual marriage. Many relatives came to the house. The male folk took the opportunity to hug Asha. She was considered grown up and every male hugged, sometimes more than once.

The one who hugged her most was Gopal who was marrying her sister. He would hug her at the slightest opportunity, and he would do so for at least 15 seconds each time. He would pull her upper body to press tightly his chest against her big breasts. His hands would caress her back. It was their custom to hug to greet or show affection. So, nobody said anything. And every male took advantage to hug Asha.

After marriage Rina moved out to stay with her husband in a house nearby. Each time Asha visited her sister, her brother-in-law would hug her again and again. Her sister would just smile and wouldn't say anything because she too enjoyed being hugged by other male members.

Asha was 14 when she met and befriended Rajesh, a 16 year-old senior student at the school where he and she studied. He was the son of Manish, the Headmaster of the school.

Their friendship developed and they fell in love by the time Asha was 15 years old. Her body was more voluptuously developed. Her breasts were bigger, her thighs fuller, and her buttocks rounder and firmer. She got aroused more often and more intensely than before but she never did anything sexual with her boyfriend. She started going to his house and often met his parents there. They seemed to approve of her friendship with their son.

Asha's younger brother Dinesh used to go and buy bread and milk from the nearby shop early morning during week days. However, one day he quarrelled with the shopkeeper and refused to go to the shop again. So, Asha was asked to go to the shop.

The shop was nearby and she had to go before daybreak to buy fresh cow's milk and bread. Kunwar, the shopkeeper, was a 50 year-old former soldier. He showed interest in Asha. Usually he would give her what she wanted to buy at the front of the shop. But one day, looking at her with delight, he said, "Come inside, Asha. I'll give you very fresh milk."

Asha stepped inside the shop. Kunwar went right inside and Asha followed him. He was bare above his waist as he wore only his long loose pants. He had a firm body and strong limbs.

"The milk bottles in front of the shop contain too much water. So, I'll give you unadulterated milk. This is special for you."

"Thank you, sir."

Kunwar took her hand and led her into a room at the back of the shop, saying, "Come in here. I don't want the other customers to see that I am giving you special treatment."

He closed the door and, as it was still dark, he switched on the light. The room was full of all sorts of things but had an armless chair.

"Sit here, Asha. I'll go and get the milk and bread for you." Then Kunwar went out.

Asha sat on the chair and waited. She heard him talking to his wife, asking her to attend to the customers. Then he came back.

Asha got up from the chair. "Here. The bread and milk," Kunwar said giving her a paper bag in which he had put them.

Asha took the bag and extended her hand, wanting to give the usual amount of money. But Kunwar said, "No Asha. From today, I'll not take the money. You keep it and spend it in the school tuck shop."

"Mom will scold me, sir."

"Don't tell your parents. Let this be our secret."

"That's very kind of you, sir. But..."

"No buts, please. Otherwise I won't give you good milk next time."

Asha didn't know what to say. It was a custom anyway for elders to give children money.

"Put the money in your pocket and eat this," he said, offering her alva.

Asha put the money in her skirt pocket and took the alva. It was one of her favourite Indian sweets.

Kunwar sat on the chair and said, "Eat it here, Asha. Don't take it home. Your parents might not approve of my giving you this."

That was possible. So, Asha started to bite at the alva. As she did so, Kunwar took her hand and pulled her towards him. "Sit on my lap and eat it, Asha.'

Before she could say anything, he had swiftly pulled her onto his lap. In her left hand she was holding the bag and in her right hand she was holding the alva. So, she couldn't do anything when he encircled her waist with both his hands and pulled her higher up on her lap until her firm young buttocks settled on his crotch. Asha felt his big hard manhood against her bottom. She was somewhat frightened, and started to eat the alva quickly.

"Eat slowly, Asha. We don't want you to choke yourself."

Kunwar's hands started to caress her flat sensitive tummy. In spite of her fear and worry, Asha was getting aroused. She liked the way his hands were caressing her body below the navel through the dress.

At the same time he planted wet kisses on her soft cheeks, licking her tender flesh. The kisses got very close to her lips. She was getting stimulated. She continued to eat the alva and took about three minutes to finish it. Then she got up. "I like to go home now, sir."

Kunwar also got up and hugged her from behind. Asha felt him press his hard manhood against her buttocks. He whispered into her, "Don't tell your parents... about the money. Spend it in school."

Asha realized that she wouldn't tell her parents about the other things Kunwar had done also. "I like to go home now, sir."

"All right, Asha. See you tomorrow morning."

Before he released her he turned her face and kissed her full on the mouth, gently licking and sucking her full moist lips. He held the kiss for several seconds. Asha didn't resist. She liked the thrill it gave her. She was too shy to kiss back.

Then Kunwar released her and opened the back door of the shop for Asha to go home unnoticed by the other customers.

At home Asha'a mother noticed the difference in the milk. "The milk is thick. There's very little water."

Asha told her, "Yes, mom. Kunwar said he's giving us unadulterated milk... it's especially for us, he said."

"That's very good of him. Probably he likes you, Asha. That's why!" she teased, smiling.

"Oh mommy!"

"I was only teasing you, dear."

Asha suggested, "Can Dinesh go and buy these things from tomorrow, mom?"

"No, dear he wouldn't go. He has quarreled with Kunwar. You had better help out, Asha."

Asha wondered what Kunwar would do the next morning. Probably he would want her to sit on his lap again. Probably he would kiss her some more. She smiled to herself with the thoughts, "I would like that, Kunwar."

After breakfast Asha's mother told her, "Come straight home after school. The priest is coming to conduct the blessing ceremony for you."

"Mom, why would I want that?"

"Because you are 15 already and it is good to do this for your well being."

Asha and her younger brother went to school. In school she kept thinking of Kunwar; how he had made her sit on his crotch, how he had touched her body, how he had hugged her from behind, and how he had kissed her. The recollections aroused her.

At recess time she met Rajesh. They talked happily. "I've told my parents that I love you and want to marry you when we grow up," he said.

"Oh! Really? What did your parents say?"

"They didn't object but..."

"But, what Rajesh?"

"My father said that he would like to make sure that you are the right girl for me."

"You mean he has doubts about me?"

"I suppose so. Anyway he would like to speak to you."

"When, Rajesh?"

"During lunch break. Come to our house."

Rajesh and her parents stayed in a house just outside the school gates.

So, when school broke for lunch, Rajesh took Asha to his house to meet his father, and mother. They had lunch together. Then Rajesh's father said, "Rajesh, you had better go back to school. I want to talk to Asha alone."

After Rajesh had left the house, the Headmaster asked Asha to sit on a sofa. He and his wife sat on the opposite sofa.

"Is it true, Asha? That Rajesh and you are in love and would like to marry?"

"When we grow up, sir."

"Are you serious? Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Manish.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mr. Manish said, "You know that Rajesh is a very bright boy and wants to study law?"

"Yes, sir. I know. I too want to study law."

"Really? But you are a weak student, Asha."

Actually Asha was a clever student, and she couldn't understand why he said that she was weak. She didn't want to argue and offend him. So she said, "I'll try to improve myself, sir."

"Saying that is not good enough. You need to be helped."

Asha just kept quiet.

Mr. Manish continued, "If you plan to be our daughter-in-law, I feel it is my responsibility to improve your scholarship. Do you like me to help you, Asha?"

"Yes, sir."

"Also I want to make sure that you are the right girl for our son. Is that all right?"

Asha nodded.

"In that case, this is what you will do. Every school day, during lunch break come over here. I will help you with your studies and teach you to be a suitable girl for Rajesh. Is that all right, Asha?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do your parents know about you and Rajesh wanting to get married?"

"Yes, I have told them, sir. They have said that they have no objections. But they weren't sure whether you would agree."

"I can only say that for certain after I have seen what improvements you can make in the coming weeks, perhaps months. So, meantime don't tell your parents about the lunch time tutoring that I'm going to give you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Just then Mrs. Manish got up and, after saying that she was going to wash the dishes went to the kitchen and out of sight.

Mr. Manish smiled and said, "Come here, Asha."

Asha got up and approached her Headmaster. He was looking at her all over. In her school blouse and skirt she looked terrific. Her big breasts pushed out, very far out, her close fitting blouse. The tucked in blouse accentuated her narrow waist and flat tummy. The skirt moulded around her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She was an extremely sexy looking school girl.

He took her right hand and said, "Sit on my lap, Asha."

Asha didn't sit on his lap. She stood shyly. Mr. Manish said, "I wish you can be friendly, Asha. I would like a friendly daughter-in-law." Then he slowly pulled her hand, urging her to sit on his lap.

Asha couldn't disobey. She allowed him to pull her gently onto his lap. She sat side ways, facing his right side with her legs dangling. The skirt rode up above her knees. Mr. Manish placed his left hand around her waist and his right hand on her young firm right thigh.

"You are a beautiful girl, Asha."

"Thank you, sir."

"My son has made the right choice as far as your beauty goes but I want to make sure that in other respects you are the right girl for him... and the right daughter-in-law for me."

Asha felt her Headmaster's left hand caressing her hips and his right hand caressing her thigh through the skirt. He was doing it slowly as if it was not deliberate. Asha pretended that she wasn't aware of what he was doing. But he was stimulating her! She liked it but at the same time she felt embarrassed.

"Do you really like our son, Rajesh?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"What about me?"

"Do you like me to be your father-in-law?"

Of course she couldn't say no. "Yes, sir, I do."

"That's very good to hear. But are you saying that just to please me because you like Rajesh?"

"No, sir. I really like you." She felt she had to say that.

"Do you like me just a little or very much?"

How could she say just a little? "Very much, sir."

"But can you prove it, Asha? That you like me very much?" His left hand was now caressing her tummy area. His right hand was higher up on her right thigh. She was getting stimulated.

How did he want her to prove that she liked him very much, she wondered? She just said, "Yes, sir."

"Good. I like you very much too. We have to prove to each other that we like each other." Asha felt his hands caressing her tummy and thigh more firmly. She liked him. He was handsome and big bodied. And he was already being nice to her.

"Yes, sir."

"We... my wife, my son and I... want you to be happy, Asha. It will not only be my son's responsibility to make you happy. It is also my responsibility."

"Thank you, sir."

"All right, it's time for you to return to school. Come here tomorrow."

"Yes, sir. I will." She got up.

Mr. Manish also got up. "Let me give you a good hug."

Manish put his big strong arms around her young body and hugged her. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his broad chest. His mouth descended on her mouth and he kissed her. He held the hug and the kiss for several seconds. He licked and sucked her lips. Asha liked the thrill it gave her. They broke off when they heard Mrs. Manish coming in. She hugged Asha as the latter thanked them for the lunch and started to go back to school.

Rest of the day at school Asha kept thinking of Kunwar and Mr. Manish. She had sat on their laps; they had touch her body; they had kissed her on the mouth; they had aroused her. She smiled to herself. She had liked what they had done. She had liked the stimulation. Twice already that day.

That evening her father did something he had never done before. He was sitting on an armless chair in front of the TV.

When Asha came into the living room he said, "Come and sit on my lap, Asha."

She was surprised for a moment but her father, smiling lovingly, invited her. She went to him. He got her to sit on his lap, actually at the middle part of his thighs, with her back to him and her legs and thighs straddling his thighs. She was wearing choli ghagra, an Indian type of ladies wear that consisted of a long thin skirt and a backless blouse. The skirt had to be pulled up to sit like that and her legs were exposed right above the knees.

Her mother protested, "Ji, she's a big girl now. It's not nice for her to sit on your lap."

"Don't be silly, Maya. She may be 15 but she is still a baby to me."

"But she is more like a woman now, you know? Look at the way she has developed."

"So what? Even when she grows up to be a woman, she will always be my darling baby."

"You could be giving her wrong sensations."

"What sensations are you talking about, Maya?"

"You know what I mean. She might get worked up."

"You and your naughty thoughts! I'm ashamed of you, Maya. How can you think of such things about our daughter! She is a good innocent girl."

Her mother walked away saying, "Don't tell me I haven't warned you."

Her father put his left arm around her waist, kissed her soft cheeks and whispered, "Don't listen to your mother, darling. Do you mind sitting on papa's lap?"

She realized that she was sitting on the lap of a man for the third time that day. "I don't mind, papa. I like to sit on your lap."

"That's good. I like you to sit like this."

Asha felt her father's right hand caressing her bare back, bare because that was how the blouses of women were cut. He kissed her cheek again. She was finding her father's touches exciting.

"Would you like to sit closer to papa?"

"Yes, papa."

Her father put both hands on her hips, raised her and settled her buttocks on his crotch area. Her father was wearing a loose long shirt and a pair of baggy pants made of thin cotton. Asha felt the big hard cock press against her buttocks through the skirt.

Again he kissed her right cheek wetly. "Is this more comfortable, Asha?"

"Yes, papa."

Asha's father was a big burly man of 42. His left arm held her by the waist and his right hand rested on her right thigh, the fingers touching and pressing into her inner thigh. As they watched TV, Asha could feel her father, moving slowly his hips to rub his hard cock against her buttocks. She guessed that her father's cock must be as long and fat as a big cucumber.

Again his mouth sought her right cheek and kissed her. This time the kiss was close to her mouth. It was wet and exciting. "Feel nice, Asha?"

"Yes, papa." She was stimulated. Her back was against her father's chest, her buttocks were rubbed up by her father's prick, and both her father's hands were on her thighs now, the fingers slowly rubbing her inner thighs.

Just then her mother came in. "Ji, what are you doing?"

"Asha and I are watching TV."

"Your hands! You shouldn't hold her like that."

"Come on, woman. Don't be prudish. We are not doing anything wrong."

"Not doing any wrong? Would you say that if I sat like that with our son, Dinesh?"

"Go ahead, Maya. I don't think it's wrong."

"Oh, you are incorrigible! But if you want Asha on your lap like this, you must promise not to do anything sexual."

"Of course, I won't."

"Swear to God?"

"Yes, I swear, Maya." Satisfied, her mother stormed out.

"Don't mind your mom, Asha." He kissed her again. This time his kiss made contact with part of her lips. At the same time he continued to rub her thighs and her tummy, stimulating her. She hoped he would rub her loins but he didn't. On second thought she was relieved that her father didn't touch her there. Otherwise she might climax and that would be very embarrassing.

Her mother and her brother now entered the living room. Her mother was wearing a choli, a blouse severely cut in front and at the back. The back was bare. In front, most of her big boobs bulged out of the blouse. Obviously she wasn't wearing any bra. Her mid-riff was bare and she was in her petticoat. She was 35 and had a good womanly figure that was full, curvy and lush. Asha had seen men ogle her mother's body whenever they went out of the house.

Her mother and 14 year-old brother sat and watched TV. For the rest of the hour while they watched a drama on TV, her father continued to hold her on his lap, pressing his hard cock against her bottom and caressing her thighs. He didn't do anything else. But even so, Asha got more and more stimulated.

Eventually when the TV drama ended her mother asked her to go to bed. Reluctantly she got off her father's lap and, after wishing them goodnight, ran to her bedroom. In bed she rolled and turned. She was fully aroused by what had happened that day. Three men had hugged and kissed her: Kunwar, Mr. Manish and her father. Would they be doing that to her again?