Dear Readers the incident I am about to narrate took place when I was nineteen years old. After finishing my Intermediate degree, I came to Kolkata to pursue a graduate course. This was much against the wishes of the family except for my father.
Having no place to stay in the city I looked for paying guest accommodation. This concept was very new in those days. No one wanted to take a stranger into his or her house. With much difficulty I found a lady, about 50 years of age ready to let out a room to me.
The room was a barsati (a room on the roof) on the first floor. The lady lived alone on the ground floor. Her children were all grown up and were living separately or lived out of town. The room had an attached bathroom and a small kitchenette. It was large, airy with plenty of light.
The room was just ideal for a student like me. The price she wanted was quite steep but having nowhere else to go I accepted. My landlady had some problem with her knees and could not climb up to the first floor therefore I had to engage the charlady,
who did her work, to keep my room clean. The deal was that along with the room she would also give me dinner. For other meals and any extras I had to fend for myself. I was not a breakfast eater, lunch I could eat in the college but I had to make arrangement for my morning coffee,
afternoon tea and a glass of milk which I loved to drink before going to bed. Most things I could procure from the market but not fresh milk. So I asked my landlady if some arrangement could be made with the guala (milkman) who supplied her with milk.
She said no problem and introduced me to the ‘gualin’ (milkman’s wife) who supplied her with milk. Having settled the rate and quantity I required daily, I told her that I would require the milk between 5.30 and 6 in the morning.
She undertook to supply the required quantity at the desired time. Thus began my student life in the city. My college was not far away and the dinner that was served was good and wholesome. Every morning the gualin would knock on my door
at the appointed time and say in a loud voice, “Saab, dhood lelo (Sir, collect the milk).” I would get up and open the door. Then give her a bowl in which she would measure out the required quantity of milk. This routine went on for a couple of months.
Then one morning instead of the high, shrill voice of the gualin I heard a sweet musical voice say, “Saab, dhood lelo (Sir, collect the milk).” I got up and opened the door. I saw a beautiful girl of around fourteen years, wearing a loose blouse and a lahenga (long skirt),
standing with a big grin on her face. Immediately my cock started to stiffen. She repeated, “Saab, doodh lelo (Sir, collect the milk).” I invited her in and showed her where to put the milk. I asked her, “Tu kaun hai? (Who are you?)”
She replied, “Saab, mera naam Bela hai. Main gualin ki beti hoon. Amma dooseri pheri per gayi hai. Aage se mainhee aapko doodh doongi (Sir, my name is Bela. I am the milkman’s daughter. Mother has gone on a different round. In future I will be supplying you with the milk).”
I told her my name is Hot Huge and I will be happy to take milk from her. Bela was a beautiful girl with a ready smile about 5 feet tall with large tits, a little too large for her slim body. From that day Bela started delivering the milk every morning.
Each time I saw her I got a hard on. From that day I started dreaming of getting her into bed and my lund (cock) inside her virgin choot (cunt). One morning, I overslept. I got up with a start when I heard loud banging on the door. Jumping out of bed I quickly opened the door.
Bela was knocking on the door. “Saab, main aap ko bees minute se jagane ki koshish kar rahi hoon (Sir, I am trying to wake you for the last twenty minutes),” she complained. “I am sorry. I had studied till late and therefore overslept,” I said.
She said, “Koyi baat nahin. Saab, maine socha shayad aapki tabiyat na kharab ho (It’s all right. Sir, I was only worried that you might be sick).” This gave me an idea to get her inside the room. I said, “Bela, I have to study late in the night
and if I leave the door unlocked then would you come in and put the milk in the kitchenette?” “Haan, (Yes),” she replied. This arrangement worked very well but I was not any nearer to my goal i.e. to pop her cherry.
One morning when Bela was placing the milk in the kitchenette I said, “Bela, yesterday I didn’t get up in time and got late to college.” “Is that bad?” she asked innocently. “Yes, if I am late often then I’ll miss my classes and fail my exams,” I lied.
“If you like I can wake you before leaving,” Bela proposed. “That is very sweet of you,” I said hugging her. “LET ME GO,” she screamed struggling to get free from my embrace. My purpose had been served. I had a good feel of her big tits.
“Oh sorry, I got carried away,” I said, “but just shaking me alone does not help. I might go back to sleep.” “Can I help?” she asked with a smile. “You are so nice. I’ll tell you what you can do. Wake me up with a hot cup of coffee. Then I won’t go back to sleep,” I said.
“I would be very happy to do it but I don’t know how to make coffee,” she said. “Don’t worry I’ll show you,” I said. That day I brewed the coffee and she watched. When I was drinking the coffee I invited her to join me. At first she refused but with some persuasion agreed.
She had never had coffee before and found it very bitter. “Leave it, tomorrow I’ll show you a different way to make it,” I said. The next day I made two types of coffee. One was coffee with milk and the other milk with coffee.
“Is it okay today?” I asked after she had tasted the latter. “It is still a little bitter,” she said making a face. I added some more sugar. “Is it okay now?” I asked. She nodded with a bright smile. “There is another advantage in this arrangement.
I can sleep a little longer while you boil the milk etc.,” I laughed. We drank our coffee. Bela was enjoying her first cup of coffee of her young life. “If my plan worked our then Bela was going to enjoy many things for the first time in her life,” I thought.
The first step was successful. Bela was inside my room now I had to get inside Bela. While we drank our coffee, I asked her, ‘Bela, teri umer kya hai? (Bela, how old are you?)” “Sir, I am about fourteen years old,” she said. “She is very young.
Would it be all right to **** her?” I thought. Then I recalled that Mamta, the girl who had taught me all I knew about ****ing, had told me that my father had deflowered her on her fourteenth birthday. I decided that Bela was old enough to take my lund (cock) up her choot (cunt).
Mamta had also told me that in case of a young girl one must be doubly careful. It was like stalking a deer in the jungle, one wrong move or sound the deer bolts and it is nigh impossible to get it back in one’s gun sight again.
I decided that I would have to proceed slowly and carefully. First, I must win her confidence then take things as they come. When she left she thanked me prettily. I was very happy that she had no inkling of what I had in mind.
I thought that today she has entered my room and tomorrow my lund (cock) will enter her young virgin choot. Every morning she came and after making coffee woke me by calling my name softly. Most of the days I was already awake when she came but I pretended to be asleep.
I watched her move around with half closed eyes and enjoyed the scene of her big tits bouncing up and down under her blouse. When she bent over me to wake me I wanted to pull her on to the bed and ravish her virgin choot but resisted the temptation.
I did not want a onetime ‘bang, bang thank you ma’am affair’ but a long-term enjoyment of her young tight choot. We sat next to each other on the bed to drink our coffee and talked about various things. She told me that she lived with her parents and two younger brothers.
Her daily routine was that after delivering milk to me she tended to the cows and buffaloes and thereafter went to school. In the afternoon she did her schoolwork and helped her mother in the household. After two weeks I decided that it was time
to take the next step towards project ‘Deflowering Bela’. When she came the next morning I jumped out of bed and putting my arm round her waist kissed her and danced around the room pressing her big boobs with the other hand. In this process
I pushed her on the bed with me on top of her while still squeezing her tit. Surprised, she screamed, “HOT HUGE, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU?” She had not yet realized that I was kneading her boob. “Bela, aaj main bahut khush hoon
mere imtehaan bahut achhe huye hain (Bela, I am very happy today as my exams have gone well),” I said squeezing her tit. Suddenly she felt my hand on her tits and caught hold of my hand and said, “Aap meri choochi kyoon daba rahe hain?
(Why are you squeezing my tits?)” “Main dekh raha hoon ki yeh asli hain ya nakli (I am checking whether they are real),” I said laughing. In a miffed tone, she said, “Asli hain (They are real).” “Ho nahin sakta teri umer main itne barre mammey
(It can’t be possible such large tits at your age),” I said pushing my hand inside her blouse. “Kya tu mujhe inhi choochiyon ka doodh roj peene ko deti hai? (Do you give the milk of these breasts to me daily to drink?)” I asked caressing her boob.
“Nahin, aap kaissi baat karte hain? Main tau aapko bhains ka doodh la kar deti hoon (No, what are you saying? I bring buffalo milk for you),” she replied blushing furiously. By now I had pushed her blouse well above her breasts and laid her big boobs naked to my sight.
“Tu theek keh rahi thi hain tau asli (What you said was right they are real),” I observed. She tried to pull her blouse down. “Zara tere choochiyon ka doodh peeke tau dekhoon (Let me taste the milk of your breasts),” I said.
“Nahin, nahin (No, no),” she protested. Ignoring her protest and one by one I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked them. I kept a close watch on her reaction. Her protests became weaker and then stopped. She closed her eyes.
“Oh Hot Huge,” she moaned with pleasure. She was clenching and unclenching her fist. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Her legs parted. Suddenly her back arched upwards and with a loud sigh she lay back panting. Bela had had an orgasm.
“Jaan, kaisa laga? (Darling, how was it?)” I asked. “Bahut achcha laga (It was very nice),” she said blushing profusely. This much progress was enough for one day. I requested her make some coffee. We drank our coffee and said good-bye for the day by kissing each other tenderly.
As she was leaving the room I pulled her back and pressing her tits, said, “Bela, such main teri choochiyan bahut pyaari hain (Bela, your boobs are really very sweet).” She smiled happily and left. This part of my game plan was a roaring success..
In the days that followed we kissed, I fondled her tits and sucked them without any resistance from her. Actually she enjoyed it. It was my practice to seat her in my lap while kissing and fondling her tits. One morning, she said,
“Hot Huge, mere choottar main kuch chubh raha hai (Hot Huge, some thing is pricking me in my bottoms).” “Oh yeh, yeh tau mera laurda hai (Oh this, it is my cock),” I said opening my pajamas and displayed my erect cock.
The glowing red head of my cock with the foreskin withdrawn and oozing pre- cum was a glorious sight to watch. At first she looked at it with awe and then turned red. “Do you like it?” I asked. She said, “Hot Huge, aapka laurda tau bahut barra hai
(Hot Huge, your cock is very big).” “Haath main le kar dekh (Take it your hand),” I suggested. “Nahin, nahin (No, no),” she said hiding her hands behind her back. “Phikar mat kar yeh kaatega nahin (Don’t worry it will not bite),” I told her laughing.
Hesitatingly she took my cock in her hand. I asked her to pull the foreskin up and down. Soon she enjoyed doing it. For today this much progress was enough. I then kissed her tits and sucked them till she had spent and let her go.
For the next few days I remained with breast sucking and she played with my cock. She woke me by catching my cock and shaking it. Time for the next step in her seduction had come. One morning while sucking her breasts
I put my hand on her choot from out side her lahenga. She immediately caught my hand pressed and her thighs together. “Hot Huge, wahan nahin (Hot Huge, not there),” she said. I asked, “Kyon? (Why?)”
“Aap kuch karoge (You will do something),” she said suspiciously. I said, “Kya karoonga? (What will I do?)” “Aap apna meri main gusserdoge (you’ll shove yours in mine),” she said. “What are you babbling? Yours in mine speak clearly,” I said.
She blushed and looking intently at my erect cock, said, “Aap apna laurda meri choot mai daloge (You will put your cock in my cunt).” “For what purpose?” I said suppressing a smile. “Phir aap mujhe chodoge (Then you’ll **** me),”
she said hiding her face, by now beetroot red, in my chest. “Tujhe maloom hai chudai kya hoti hai? (You know what is ****ing?)” I asked. She nodded. “Maine kayi bar abbu ko amma ko chodete dekha hai (I have seen my father ****ing my mother several times),” she replied.
“Jab tu apne abbu ko teri aamma ko chdete dekhti hai tau tujhe chudwane ka dil nahin karta (When you see your father ****ing your mother then don’t you feel like getting ****ed),” I asked. She blushed and kept quite.
“Such, such bata (Tell me truthfully),” I asked again. “Nahin, bilkul nahin karta (No. Definitely not),” she said with a show of defiance. “Jhooti (Lair),” I said with a grin. Bela blushed and lowered her eyes.
“Toone mera lund dekha hai aur usse chooa hai iss liye main teri choot dekhna aur choona chahata hoon. Phir hum dono barabar ho jayenge (You have seen and touched my cock. I also want to touch and see your choot (cunt). Then we will t both be equal),”I replied.
She said, “Aap mujhe chodoge (You will **** me).” “Bela, I promise that I’ll not **** you,” I said. “Aap mujhe nahin chodoge (You will not **** me),” she said softly more to herself than to me. I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“What I mean is that I’ll not **** you till you ask me to **** you,” I said correcting myself. “Aur main kabhie nahin kahungi ki aap mujhe chodo (And I’ll never say that you **** me),” she laughed nervously.
“You believe and trust me, don’t you,” I asked taking her hands in mine. “Haan (Yes),” she whispered. I lifted her lahenga slowly and looked at her virgin cunt. Her choot was beautiful. There was a slight growth of hair on it.
The lips were pressed together with the clit barely peeping out. I said, “Bela jaan, teri choot tau bahut hee pyaari hai (Bela darling, your cunt is very sweet).” Then I lifted her legs and saw the small entrance of ultimate pleasure for which my cock had been drooling for weeks.
Then I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly. “Oh my God,” she said drawing a sharp breath and opened her legs further. Now the time had come to verify the truth of Mamta’s statement.
She had said that eating the pussy of a virgin unlocks the gate leading to her kori choot (virgin cunt). I kissed her pussy and gave it a few licks. “HOT HUGE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T LICK MY CUNT, IT’S DIRTY),” she said loudly.
“Pagali teri choot gandi nahin hai woh bahut pyaari hai (Stupid, your cunt is not dirty. It is very sweet),” I replied starting to lick her cunt. Then I licked her choot and sucked on her clit. After a few moments she started to moan with pleasure and breathe heavily.
“Oh Hot Huge, it feels so good,” she moaned in ecstasy. I continued to lick her cunt and suck her lump of joy till she came three times. Each time when she came, she sighed, “AAAAHHHhh” loudly.
I asked, “Bela jaan, mazaa aaya? (Bela darling, did you enjoy it?” She blushed and nodded. Thereafter we had our usual cup of coffee and she left. This went on for some weeks. While sucking her cunt, I always positioned myself in such a manner that
she could see my cock and fondle it. One morning while I was sucking her cunt my cock was very near her mouth. She kissed it. “Mera laurda apne muh main lele (Take my cock in your mouth),” I urged. She shook her head. “Bela please,” I said.
After a little more persuasion she took my cock in her mouth. Then urged by nature and with more persuasion by me she started to suck it. It was not long before I shot my load into her mouth. She was lying in such a position that she was compelled to swallow my-cum.
She complained, “Hot Huge, aapne apna beej mujhe kyon pila diya? (Hot Huge, why did you make me swallow your seed?)” “Issme kya harz hai, jab main teri choot chat ta hoon tau tu bhi tau apna choot ka ras mere muh main chord deti hai.
Ab hum dono baraber ho gaye (What is wrong with it. When I lick your cunt then you also release your juices in my mouth. Now we are equal),” I told her. She made a face but accepted my line of reasoning.
After this day we 69-ed regularly and enjoyed ourselves immensely. She started to enjoy swallowing my-cum. Many a morning she woke me by sucking my cock. We were having a great time but whenever, I said, “Bela, aaj chudai karenge (Bela, let us **** today).”
She always said no. I also did not press her because I had found out that she had yet to have her period and was afraid of harming her. One morning I heard a harsh voice saying, “Saab, doodh lelo” and saw the gualin (milkman’s wife) standing outside my door.
I saw the time it was nearly 7.30. I got angry and scolded her for being so late. She said she had just finished her regular round and had immediately brought my milk. I told her that I did not care and if she can’t deliver milk in time then I will make other arrangements.
I did not inquire about Bela to avoid any suspicion. Next day, she brought the milk half an hour earlier but still late. Again I was angry and told her why the girl can’t continue to bring milk, as she was at least punctual. She said that Bela is not well.
It is only a matter of few days before Bela can resume her duty but till such time I should please bear with her. Reluctantly, I agreed, I smiled in my heart knowing that Bela would soon be back, and said, “Okay but only for a few days mind you.”
She thanked me profusely and left. Five days later when I woke up I found my lund in Bela’s mouth. I grabbed her and pulling her inside my bed, said, “Where were you all of last week? I missed you very much.”
She said, “Meri tabiyat theek nahin thi (I was not well).” I persisted, “Itna tau mujhe bhi maloom hai. Kya hua tha tujhe? (This much I also know. What happened to you?)” She was reluctant to tell me but as I insisted she said softly,
“Main aurat ban gayee hoon (I have become a woman).” I did not understand her meaning immediately and said, “Kya bekaar ki baatein karti hai. Tu aurat tau paheli thi. Tere paas mamme hain aur choot bhi
(What rubbish is this. You were a woman already. You have tits as well as a cunt).” “Nahin mera matlab hai ki main jawan ho gai hoon (No what I mean is that I have matured),” she said blushing sweetly. Now the penny dropped and just to make sure I asked,
“Teri mahawari shuru ho gayi hai? (You had your first period?)” She blushed and nodded. Now that she had matured I decided there and then to **** Bela that morning. I asked her to undress and get into bed. I started sucking her cunt but made sure that she did not have her orgasm.
When I noticed her body stiffening I knew she was about to cum I stopped and recommenced after a while. “Oh Hot Huge, aap ruk kyo jaate ho (Oh Hot Huge, why do you stop?)” she moaned. Without replying I continued and did this for three or four times.
She was desperate to release her cunt juices. I got on top of her. “Bela jaan, aaj main tujhe chodoonga (Bela darling, I will **** you today),” I said and throwing her legs over my shoulders, placed my cock on the entrance of her virgin choot.
“Please don’t,” she protested feebly. I could see that her heart was not in it. I immediately started to rub my cock between her lower lips. “OH HOT HUGE,” she moaned loudly. “Bela, bol kya main tujhe chodoon (Bela, shall I **** you?)” I asked taking care that she didn’t come.
“No,” she said barely audible. “Ab main tujhe chodunga (Now I am going to **** you),” I said placing my cock at the door of her virgin choot. “OH HOT HUGE, MUJHE SE AUR SAHA NAHIN JATA. HAAN, PHARD DO MERI CHOOT. HAAN, HAAN MIJHE CHODO
(OH HOT HUGE, I CAN’T BEAR IT ANY MORE. YES, DEFLOWER ME. YES, YES **** ME),” she screamed. “Bela darling, it’ll pain a little,” I said applying pressing. “Hot Huge, dhiree se chodna. Mujhe dar lag raha hai.
Aapka laurda bahut barda hai aur meri choot ka ched bahut chota (Hot Huge, do it slowly. I am scared. Your cock is very big and my cunt hole is very small),” she pleaded. I pressed my cock into her choot. The head of my cock entered stretching the entrance of her choot.
Tears of pain welled up in her eyes and she cried, “OOWww, lagta hai (OOWww, it hurts).” Her cunt hole was very small. I knew that further insertion would pain her a lot. I did not want her to scream her head off and collect the whole neighborhood.
I took a pencil from the table and told her to bite on it if it hurts too much. She nodded and took the pencil between her teeth. This is exactly what I did. I pushed into her. Due to severe pain she bit so hard on the pencil that it snapped.
‘AAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEE, ‘ she screamed as my cock, tearing through her virginal barrier, buried itself to the hilt in her hither to virgin choot (cunt). Bela was my first virgin. I had been working towards this moment for months and I had only one desire in my mind.
I had not cum for several days. It was to shove my cock in her tight cunt and **** her hard and fast. and release my load. I was mad with lust. I paid no heed to her pain or pleasure. I ****ed her with short hard strokes till I deposited my load in her now no longer virgin choot.
While I pushed in and out of her choot (cunt) she lay groaning under me and sobbing quietly. My lund (cock) started to loose it’s hardness. I did not with draw it. I kept on moving it in and out slowly till it was rigid again.
Now I was cooler and I started ****ing her with slow and long strokes. Her choot was tight like a vice and this was my undoing. Even during the second **** I could not last long and squirted my seed in her before she could experience any real pleasure.
As it was getting late I suggested that she wash the telltale signs of her first **** and go home. When she was leaving, I asked her, “Jaan, paheli chudai kaissi lagi? (Darling, how did you like your first ****?)”
With tears in her eyes, she said, “Hot Huge, bahut dard hui (Hot Huge, it was very painful).” “Thorda sa bhi mazaa nahin aaya? (You did not feel any pleasure?)” I asked again. “Nahin, bilkul nahin (No, absolutely none),” she said and ran out of the room.
That night lying in bed I went over the morning’s events. I realized that I had been very selfish and brutal. I had paid no heed to Bela’s feelings and needs. I remembered the words of Mamta. She had said, “Hot Huge, be very gentle with a virgin.
She should look back to her first time with pleasure not pain.” I had behaved very badly today. I am sure that Bela would like to forget what happened today rather than cherish it. She might even take a dislike towards ****ing forever.
I swore to myself that in future I would never repeat this mistake. I also decided to make amends in the morning. Thinking about the injustice I had done to Bela I fell asleep. In the morning Bela woke me as usual.
With out a word she placed a cup of coffee on the table. She was very quiet and reserved in her manner. I caught her and pulling her into bed got between her legs. ‘Please don’t hurt me again, ‘ she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
I knew reasoning with her now would lead to nowhere. I let her cry and worked my lund (cock) up and down between her cunt lips with occasional pressure on her clit. As soon as I felt her choot was wet I entered her slowly.
She groaned with pain as my cock rubbed against the torn edges of her hymen. I started to **** her with long slow strokes. She lay with her eyes wide open staring at me and crying softly. I kept moving my cock slowly in and out. After some time she closed her eyes.
Her oh’s turned into ah’s and her hips started moving in rhythm of my strokes. Then with a long loud, ‘AAAAHHHH,” she released her juices. I continued my slow in and out movements. She came again and again.
When I felt my seed rising she had already come four times and was ready to come again. My strokes became faster and shorter. Her hips continued to keep perfect rhythm with my in and out movement. I squirted my seed in her with a loud, ‘OOOHHHHHhh’.
At this very moment she also released her juices with a loud, ‘AAAHhh’. Without withdrawing my lund from her **** sheath I lay panting on her palpitating breasts. I kept moving my half-erect cock in her cunt slowly till it was hard again.
I started the **** motion again. Bela was steeped in lust. She kept moaning and sighing loudly with pleasure. Second time round, which took much longer, I ****ed her in the same manner as earlier. When I came she had released her juices at least half a dozen times.
We lay bathed in sweat savoring the intense feelings we had just experienced. Soon my cock slid out of her heavenly choot. As it was getting late we dressed and as she was about to leave I asked her, “Bela jaan, aaj ki chudai main mazaa aaya?
(Bela darling, did you enjoy today’s ****ing?)” “Oh Hot Huge, itna mazaa zindagi main pahele kabhi nahin aaya. Aap jab chahain, jitna chahain aur jaise chahain mujhe chod sakte hain. Main aap ko kabhi manna nahin karoongi
(Oh Hot Huge, I have never felt such pleasure before in my life. You can **** me when you want, as much as you want and in the manner you want. I will never say no),” she giggled with big grin. After that day we ****ed regularly on her ‘safe’ days
and 69ed during her vulnerable time. We, in the manner of speaking, settled down to quiet matrimony. Our love games went on for several months. The day came when my final exams were over and the results were awaited in few days time.
I told Bela, “In a few days the long vacations will start and I will have to go home.” She immediately started crying, “Please don’t go. If you go then we will never see each other again.” I told her there was no cause to cry as
I will be back in two months time and we will again be together. I have already spoken to my landlady to keep the room for me and she had promised to do so. But Bela was not to be consoled. She kept repeating, “We will never meet again and I will lose you forever).”
In the few days’ left we ****ed like mad and on the morning of my departure we ****ed so hard that her period started. Dear readers it is strange that in all the months I ****ed Bela I did not even once think about ****ing her in the asshole although Mamta,
my sex teacher, had introduced me to the pleasures of asshole ****ing. I did finger **** her ass hole several times when she was riding me. Despite her enjoying the sensation my finger produced I never did feel inclined to **** her in her butt. Strange, isn’t it?
I did come back after two months but found the room occupied by a married couple. My landlady apologized saying that the couple had come with the recommendation of a very close relative whom she could not refuse.
She added that she had made arrangement for me to stay at a friend’s house and gave me the address. Well, dear readers, there is nothing more to say except that Bela’s premonition was right. We did not see each other again.
Dear Readers the incident I am about to narrate took place when I was nineteen years old. After finishing my Intermediate degree, I came to Kolkata to pursue a graduate course. This was much against the wishes of the family except for my father.