Village Girl No More

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All her pictures are after her 18th birthday, including her college uniform pics.

Present Day…

“I am going back to our village tomorrow,” Chaya said, sobbing.

She was sitting on her bed and had been crying for a while when I reached her place and it had taken me a long time to calm her down enough for her to make that announcement.

“It’s ok,” I said, reassuring her and pulling her into an embrace, “everything will be ok.” I kissed her forehead before she buried her face in my shoulder and started crying again. I couldn’t help the stirring in my pants, holding her body against mine. I scolded myself silently for feeling horny while she was crying her heart out.

After letting her cry on my shoulder for a bit, I asked, “but why do you have to go?”

“My marriage is fixed.”

“With who? I did not know you had a boyfriend.”

“No. Arranged. He lives in London.”

“Oh nice!” I said.

“I am scared Viju,” she said.

“What is there to be scared of?”

“London is too modern. I am a village girl.” she said taking her head off my shoulders and looking me in the eye.

“Nah,” I said, “you were a village girl, yes. Since coming here, you have become as modern as anyone.”

“Really?”

“Well…” I said, “in western countries the culture is different. Some couples believe in multiple partners and often share their spouse with their friends. Some like to have multiple partners at the same time in bed.”

“I will have to sleep with his friends?” she sounded scandalized.

“You don’t worry about all that now Chaya. If your husband wants that, I am sure you will learn if you want to. If you don’t want to, you can say no.”

“But I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too.”

“What if his monster is not like yours?”

“Then come back here whenever you visit India.”

“You will still like me even after I am married? Promise?”

In reply, I pulled her to me, and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth hungrily for my tongue.

I ate her mouth for close to ten minutes, my hands exploring her body.

We were both breathless and hungry for each other by the time we broke the kiss.

“How can I ever stop liking this?” I said pressing her boobs, “but you are not wearing the gift I sent you.” I said, mock complaining.

“I was sad. I thought that hearing the news about my marriage, you will not want me.”

“Nonsense.” I said, “I am not your boyfriend. I have only been helping you learn the ways of the city.” I winked and smiled.

“Yeah right,” Chaya said blushing and slapped my hand.

“So, go get your gift and let me put it on you.”

“No chance,” she said, pulling away and reaching for the gift bag that was sitting on the bedside table.

“When you say you will put the gift on me, I have to wear your monster for the whole night before I get to wear the gift. Once you remove my clothes, that monster wakes up and wants to feed me again and again.” she said giggling, her eyes going to the tent forming in my pants.

“Ok, ok…” I said, in surrender, “at least let me watch you change into it.”

“Just make sure you keep your hands, and that monster between your legs off me till I put it on, ok?” she said, her tone implying that she wanted the monster in her.

Chaya giggled and tossed the pallu of her half-saree off her shoulder and into my hand before getting off the bed.

I held on to it and she turned till it came off.

There she stood before me, opening her gift, her skirt worn a goof 4 inches below her navel — the way I had taught her.

I stared hungrily at her deep navel, set high above her skirt.

She had no bra on and her hard nipples were straining the material of her backless blouse.

Every inch of her screamed “fuck me”, and for most of her college years, that’s exactly what I have been doing, in the pretext of teaching her to be a modern city girl.

As I watched her unpack the gift, I couldn’t help feel sad that it was about to come to end in the next couple days. I also couldn’t help reflect on the past few years…

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Four years ago…

Raghavendra (or Raghu, as we all called him), moved to Bengaluru, from Yelandur, one of the smallest and most backward villages in the state of Karnataka, set about 3 hours drive south of Bengaluru. After completing his degree in Commercial Art from Chitra Kala Parishat, a renowned institute for arts, he started his career in advertising.

He joined our advertising agency four years ago, as a graphic designer after working at a different agency for a couple years. What he lacked in city slickness, he more than made up with his art. We kind of hit it off and I helped him polish his English, learn some Hindi and also became his fashion advisor, taking him shopping for clothes that would suite a city lifestyle.

About a year after he joined our agency, there was a staff get-together where team members were encouraged to bring a plus-one. I had never seen Raghu with a girl, so was surprised to see him walk in with a cute, shy girl dressed in a half-saree. He introduced her to all of us as Chaya, his sister. She had just moved to Bengaluru after completing her 12th for pursuing her degree in medicine. Even though she was 18, Chaya looked much younger with her baby face and cute, shy smile.

About a week later, Raghu asked me what I was doing that evening. When I said I didn’t have any plans, he asked me if I would accompany him and his sister for shopping.

“I like your clothes choice,” he said, “Chaya only has a few half-sarees. Girls in college tease her. Want help buying her city clothes.”

I was happy to oblige and we spent the evening shopping. I helped her select a few dresses, a couple jeans and tops, and so on. By the time we finished, it was quite late, so we had dinner in a nearby restaurant.

“Best choice in clothes,” Ragu said to Chaya, pointing at me during dinner. “You want clothes, don’t ask me. Ask Vijay. He will help you.”

A few weeks later, Raghu was on the phone. Asking the person on the line to hold on, he called out to me. “Chaya wants to go shopping,” he said to me.

“No problem,” I said, “we can go this evening.”

“I cannot,” he said, frowning, “I have dealine. This campaign needs to go for printing by morning and I will have to work very late. Can you take her please?”

“Sure thing,” I said, looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with his cute sister.

Like the previous time, we shopped till almost dinner time and had dinner at a nearby restaurant. Over dinner, Chaya seemed to be fidgeting and uncomfortable, so I asked her what the matter was.

She hesitated at first, but when I persisted, she shyly said, “I also needed to buy underwear.”

I laughed and when she turned beet red with embarrassment, I apologised and said I wasn’t laughing at her, “I should have known. I am sorry. There is a mall nearby where a lingerie store stays open till late at night. We can go there after dinner.”

She was feeling awkward shopping for underwear with a guy, and me picking out lace undies didn’t help the cause. She awkwardly selected a few conservative printed panties and bras. There was an awkward silence on the ride back to their place.

As luck would have it, even the next time she wanted to go shopping, Raghu had a busy schedule, so I took her shopping again.

She had worn one of the dresses we had bought on the last shopping trip and I complimented her on how good she looked in it. She blushed at the compliment. On the ride to the mall, I gave her my phone number and asked her to call me directly whenever she needed to go shopping.

Before we started shopping, I suggested we have coffee at a café in the mall and make a shopping list. She listed out the dresses she wanted, including some underwear. This time, she didn’t seem awkward bringing up the subject of buying underwear with me. I took that as a good sign.

There were no “home” clothes on the list, so I asked her what she wore at home.

“Same, half saree,” she replied.

“If you want to be a city girl, that won’t do,” I said, making a note on the shopping list, “we need to change that wardrobe completely.

I asked her what she wore to bed, and again the answer was the same, “half saree.”

I asked her if she had her own room. She said yes. So I said, there was no reason for her to not wear lingerie to bed and added to it to the list.

We finished her shopping list first. While shopping for her underwear, she picked out a couple conservative sets.

When I suggested a matching set of lace bra and panties, she wet red in the face and shook her head ‘no’. I insisted we get them and told her that it would be a gift from me to her. The idea of a guy gifting her underwear made her blush and go beet red.

After her shopping was done, I took her to a store to buy some tee-shirts and shorts to wear at home. She was ok with the tee-shirts, but was extremely hesitant to buy any shorts. I insisted we buy at least one and said it would be a gift from me to her. I picked out a tiny pair of shorts. Imagining her in it caused a stirring in my pants.

Similarly, when we shopped for night clothes, she picked out the most conservative of nighties and I insisted she at least try a silk lingerie set, once again, buying it as a gift for her.

After shopping was done, we went to dinner. “Please don’t take this the wrong way Chaya,” I said, “but you cannot turn into a city girl if you hold on to a conservative mindset.”

“I know,” she replied, “but some of the clothes will show too much.”

“But that’s how city girls dress,” I said, “don’t the girls in your college wear shorts?”

“We wear uniform to college,” she said giggling.

“You know what I mean,” I said, “what about on their birthdays or no-uniform days?” Chaya nodded. “It’s sad, but you are judged by your clothes and you need to learn to dress like the city girls.”

“But lingerie and lace underwear?” she asked defiantly.

“What will you do when you have a boyfriend?” I asked, “You may say you won’t have a boyfriend and go conservative and settle for an arranged marriage. That’s fine if that’s your choice. But who knows of the future? What if a good boy falls in love with you and you like him too? What if he wants to see you in sexy underwear and lingerie? Won’t you be awkward wearing them for the first time for him?” she nodded.

On the ride home, we talked some more about change of mindset and wardrobe and she agreed to trust my judgment and at least try out what I recommend once.

I wanted to see without all the “gift wrapping” she covered herself in. Seeing her in the lingerie we had bought would be a start before I got her to shed them too, but wasn’t sure how to get her to strip down for me.

I kept thinking on the ride home and had an idea just as we were minutes away.

When we reached her place and she got off my bike, I said, “can I ask you for a promise?”

“What?” she asked.

“Can you promise to wear and show me the stuff we buy?” Her eyes went wide and she shook her head ‘no’ giggling and blushing shyly.

“How will I know what suits you if I don’t see you in different clothes?” Reluctantly, she agreed.

I had a boner from hell on the ride back home, imagining Chaya modeling her lace underwear and lingerie for me.

An hour or so later, just as I was getting in bed, Chaya surprised me with a video call. She was wearing the lingerie set I had bought her.

While it wasn’t too sexy and showy, it ended about half way down her thighs and showed her gorgeous creamy thighs. The deep V-neck gave a generous view of her cleavage.

My jaw dropped and she blushed. “Thank you,” I said, “I know it wasn’t easy. It looks good on you.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she agreed, still blushing, “and thank you”.

“You know you are gorgeous, don’t you?”

“I think I have heard you say that once or twice,” she said giggling. “but this is not very comfortable,” she added.

“It may require some getting used to,” I said, “sleep in it a few times and maybe that will help.”

I jerked off twice that night imagining Chaya sleeping in that lingerie set — jealous of the lingerie for being able to hug and kiss her in places I wanted to.

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Video calls to watch her try out the different things we bought became almost a daily routine. One day, she had worn a short kurta with jeans that I had got her along with one of her dupattas. I commented that I hadn’t got her the dupatta. She said she thought it went well with the kurta and jeans. I agreed, but said that the deal was she wears only what I got her. So off went the dupatta with a flourish…

“Happy now?” she asked and I grinned.

I kept teasing her that I hadn’t seen her in all the underwear we had bought together and it always made her blush.

“Maybe some day,” she would say and I looked forward to that day.

Her exams were coming up and she was studying extra hard. At the same time, we also had a heavy workload and I wasn’t able to go shopping for her or visit her.

So one day, I asked her to give me the sizes of the clothes she wears so a) I could shop for her when she was studying, b) she could have a surprise celebration present once she passed the exams and c) I could shop online and have stuff shipped to her directly, when I was busy at work and couldn’t go shopping.

Once she gave me her sizes, I shopped for some stuff online and had it shipped to her.

“It is too small,” she said on the call when I asked her if she got the package.

“No, it is the same size you gave me,” I lied. I had deliberately got her one size too small.

“Show me,” I insisted and after some resistance, she went off screen and returned wearing the dress.

She had on a polka dotted bra and panties under the sheer white dress that I had got her, and the top strained against the material of the top, giving a clear impression of her boobs and the bra she had on.

“You broke the deal,” I said.

“What deal?”

“That you would wear only what I got and nothing else.”

“I am wearing just the dress you got me.”

“As cute as they are, I don’t remember getting you the bra and panties you have on.”

She went beet red in the face, “this is transparent!” she said.

“But this outfit doesn’t suit the bra and panties you have on.”

“But you will see everything.”

“Oh come on,” I said, as if it wasn’t a big deal, “Is that so bad? Besides, it’s only me.”

After a lot of protesting, begging and convincing, she went off screen and reappeared a minute later, having shed the bra and panties.

I was instant hard and started hungrily at her hard perky nipples straining through the fabric of the dress.

“Stop staring,” she protested covering her boobs with her hands, “you are making me shy.”

“Sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all, “but you look gorgeous.”

“Stop it,”

“Ok, ok…” I said, “I see what you mean though about the size though. Next time, I will get one size bigger. ok?”

We talked for a while more and I enjoyed watching her boobs and nipples through the top throughout the call.

After the call eventually ended that night, I had to jerk off a few times before my balls stopped aching.

The next time I got her a tank top that was a couple sizes too large. This time around, I did not have to ask her to remove her bra.

When she came on the video call, she had no bra on and the deep V-neck of the top showed of most of her breasts.

Whenever she bent forward during the call, I could clearly see her nipples, so I kept finding excuses that would make her bend forward.

And so it went on for a few months, where I got her sexier and sexier outfits and she showed off her body to me, in the pretext of showing me what I had got her.

“I have joined swimming classes,” she told me one day.

“Ah,” I said, “good decision. Now I can get you a bikini.”

“Get me two,” she said blushing.

“Why two?”

“Knowing you, you will get me something I can’t wear anywhere except on calls with you, leave alone the class. So at least get me something that is safe to wear at the class where there are going to be others.” we both laughed at that, and it confirmed for me that she knew what was going on and was playing along.

I did get her two swimsuits — one for the class and one sheet two piece bikini.

On the following call, she had on the conservative swim suit first and after modeling in it for me for a few minutes, she went off screen and returned in the pink see-through bikini.

“I don’t know why you get me these clothes,” she said posing with her legs spread apart and her nipples proudly poking through the sheer fabric, “I can’t wear these things in front of anyone but you.”

“And your future boyfriend,” I corrected, “just getting you ready for that day.”

That night too, I had to jerk off a few times before my hunger subsided. By now, I had almost seen her naked, with the barest of clothes covering her privates and even seen her naked nipples. But human greed has no limits and I was aching to see her completely naked.

A couple months later, I had got her a blue top and a see-through nightie.

When she called me that night, she had on the blue top.

“Looking good,” I said and she giggled, turning red.

“But I cheated,” she said.

“How is that?”

“Watch,” she replied and lifted up the top. She had on pink lace panties, “see, I cheated.”

“Not fair,” I replied making a mock angry face.

“I know, right?” she said, “so I give you gift in return,” she added and proceeded to take her top off completely, showing me her gorgeous naked breasts.

My jaw dropped and she both blushed and giggled.

“Happy now?” she said topless for me, posing for me in just her lace panties, “everything you have got me suggested that you wanted to see them.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

Before I could say anything else, she added, “I am gorgeous, I know,” and giggled.

“It’s a good thing I am not there right now,” I said, my cock rock hard and ready for action in my shorts.

“Why?” she said, pouting.

“Let’s just say I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you,” I replied.

“Naughty boy,” she replied, blushing and giggled for good measure.

“What about the nightie?” I asked.

“Tired of this show already?” she asked

“No, no…” I replied, “I could watch this show all day and all night. I was just curious.”

“It’s right here,” she said picking up the packet and ripping it open. Once she had the nightie in her hand, I expected her to go off screen to put it on, but she surprised me again by proceeding to drop her panties on camera.

If had to complain, my only complaint would have been that she turned around while removing her panties. But even that wasn’t so bad because when she bent down to take them off, I could clearly see her ass hole as her butt cheeks spread.

Standing back up, stark naked, she still had her back to me while she put on the nightie.

I had my hand inside my shorts and was stroking myself while she changed. As she posed for me in the see-through nightie, I came in my shorts.

Through the rest of the call, I kept jerking off and came thrice before the call ended — thankful that she could only see my face and the lust in my eyes, and not what was happening off screen.

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I finally hit jackpot on her 20th birthday.

A client had an event in a different city and most of the team servicing that client was out of town. Raghu was part of the team that had to travel and since I was not working on that client, I did not have to go.

It was a Friday and when I called her to wish her a happy birthday, Chaya thanked me, but was clearly upset at being alone on her birthday. So I bought her some sexy gifts and showed up at her place after work.

Chaya was happy to see me and greeted me with a hug! She was wearing a traditional south Indian saree and looked just as gorgeous as ever.

“I couldn’t let you be alone on your special day,” I said handing her the gifts, and bent forward kissed her lips “Happy birthday beautiful!”

“You kissed my lips!” she said, surprised.

“So?”

“That’s what husbands and wives do.”

“Maybe in the village,” I said, “It’s normal to kiss on the lips in the city — especially on special days like birthdays,”

“Even with strangers?”

“I am not a stranger,” I said, “but no, not with strangers, but with friends and people you like, it’s ok.”

“So you like me?”

“I like you a lot,” I said, “I am not your boyfriend, but some boy will be very lucky some day.” She blushed a deep red at that.

After we had some tea and chatted for a while, she reached for her gifts.

“I have a requested you may not like,” I said.

“What’s that?” she asked starting to unwrap the first gift.

“Do you mind if I help you put these on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, hesitating, feeling my cock stir at just the thought, “do you mind if I remove the clothes you are wearing and put your gifts on you.”

“Noooooo….” she said, blushing and her eyes going wide, “you want to see me naked?”

“I just want to put your gift on you and for that, your clothes need to come off and I’d love to do that too.”

“No way,” she said, her face going red, “you can’t remove my clothes.”

“Please,” I said, grabbing her pallu, as she tried to get away from me.

Her pallu came off and I could see her breasts heaving in her blouse as she faced me, surprised and blushing.

She had worn her saree just below her navel and my eyes moved down her body, drinking in her beauty.

After a moment, she continued to turn and move backwards till her saree was completely removed. I knew then, that I was going to fuck her tonight and that she wanted it too.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said, protesting. “you are not my husband or boyfriend. Only they should be able to remove my clothes.”

“Hey, I just held the pallu to stop you, you didn’t have to let me remove it.”

“But you enjoyed it didn’t you?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”

“At least you are honest,” she said and facing me, started untying her blouse. “Be happy I am letting you watch.”

As her blouse came off, her hard and perky nipples were so close to my face, I ached to take them in my mouth and suck them hard.

She untied her inskirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood facing me in just her white panties with cherries printed on it.

The irony was not lost on me…I would have so loved to eat her cherry to orgasm and tasting her juices, before popping her cherry.

“I am feeling so shy,” she said, awkwardly, “my heart is thudding.”

“You feel that way on video calls too?”

“I used to in the beginning,” she said nodding, “but nobody has seen me this naked in person.”

“Just imagine this is a video call then,” I said, knowing what a struggle it was for me to not reach out for her almost naked body.

Facing me, dressed in just her panties, Chaya unwrapped the first gift.

It was a sheer red lingerie set.

She put on the top first before taking her panties off. Turning around to face away from me, she bent down to put on the matching red lace panties and gave me a view of her glorious ass and ass hole.

Finally, facing me, she posed posed for me for a few minutes.

Then she got on her bed and reached for her second gift. As she was unwrapping it, she said, “you know, I didn’t expect you to just sit and watch me get naked and dress up. So, thank you for being a gentleman.”

“Wasn’t easy.” I said honestly.

“I know,” she said, and then looked down shyly before adding, “for me either. Part of me was hoping you won’t be a gentleman.” That was as clear an invitation as any could have been.

By now, she had unwrapped the second gift, set it next her and was pulling the top of her lingerie off.

“Please,” I begged, “please let me help you with the next one.”

“Stop it,”

“I promise, I won’t be a gentleman.” She was reaching for her gift but stopped suddenly.

“Won’t be or will be?”

“Won’t be,” I repeated. “I have almost seen you naked. I want to get rid of the almost. I want us to have fun and I want to be your first.”

“First one to fuck me?” she asked, a hint of anger seeping to the surface. “All this time, pretending to be a friend, you just wanted to fuck me?”

“Not at first,” I said, “but ever since our very first video call, I have wanted to be the first one — not to fuck you, but to make you happy. Who knows whether any other guy will care about your happiness or not and who knows, maybe I can teach you how to satisfy your future boyfriend or husband in the bargain.”

“You promise to stop if I am uncomfortable?”

“I will try my best that you are not uncomfortable.”

“Ok then,” she said and lay on her back on the bed, “have fun.”

I got on the bed next to her, with a raging boner in my pants. Reaching for her panties, I pulled the top down, exposing her virgin pussy.

“God, you are beautiful,” I said, caressing her pussy mound, “mind if I kiss you there?”

In reply, Chaya just closed her eyes and pursed her lips, nodding her head ‘yes’.

I bent down and kissing her all over her pussy mouth, in her groin and all around her opening.

“Ammmaaaaa….” Chaya said moaned, half-heartedly pushing me away, sounding breathless.

I pulled her panties off and smelled them, “ah…heaven.” I said grinning at her.

She lay there, completely naked while I was completely dressed. As if she was reading my mind, she said, “it’s not fair that I am naked and you have clothes on.”

Getting off the bed, I started stripping, while my eyes explored her gorgeous naked body from head to toe.

My teeeshirt came off first and she raised an eyebrow appreciatively at my toned torso, “Someone’s been working out,” she said and giggled. Seemingly unconsciously, her hand cupped her breast and her fingers started playing with her nipple.

I dropped my pants next and the tent formed in my underwear made her eyes go wide, “so big!!!” she said blushing, “wow!”

Self-consciousness is not the best aphrodisiac, and I felt my erection start to go down because I was getting self-conscious because of her appraising eyes exploring my body.

As I reached for my underwear, she said, “Wait. You got to remove mine, I get to remove yours.”

With that, she got on her knees and reached for my underwear and started pulling it down.

I was only partially turned on by the time she pulled my undies past my shaft. But when it sprang out of its confines, her eyes widened in surprise.

“That’s huge,” she said, and promptly reached for it and guided it to her mouth. Taking the head of my cock in her mouth, she licked and sucked on it.

I moaned in pleasure. Encouraged, she reached for my balls with her free hand and started caressing them. Taking more of me in her mouth, she started stroking me with her other hand and while guiding it in and out of her mouth.

By the time she let my cock go and went for my balls with her mouth, I was rock hard.

She sucked on my balls for a bit, while stroking my shaft.

With each stroke I was inching closer to my climax.

Wanting to cum in her mouth, I stopped her and guided my shaft back in her mouth.

Once it was in, I grabbed her head and started thrusting in and out.

She sucked and stroked me hungrily for all of two minutes before I exploded deep inside her throat, feeding Chaya my cum.

She kept sucking and stroking me, draining me till I was completely spent. She swallowed as much as she could and once I started going limp, she let me out of her mouth, wiped the cum that had spilled over down her chin and on her boobs with her fingers and licked it.

“Yumm,” she said finally, winking at me, “that was my return gift for being such a gentleman all this while.”

“But I got you more than one gift, and I expect more than one return gift,” I said, winking right back at her.

“Oh yeah?”, she said, “what do you want?”

“All of you,” I said, cupping her face in my hand and leaning in to kiss her.

She was ready for me with an open mouth and I slid my tongue into her mouth, finding hers.

I kissed her with all the passion that had been building up over the months and the way she kissed back, it was obvious that the fire was burning both ways for a while.

I lay her down on the bed while continuing to kiss her. Once we were lying down, I started exploring her body with my hand. Cupping a breast, I squeezed before taking the nipple in my fingers and playing with it.

Chaya moaned in my mouth. Our tongues wrestled relentlessly for what seemed like an eternity, but was only probably a couple minutes before we broke the kiss and came up for air.

“Wow,” we both said at the same time and then we both burst out laughing.

“You uncomfortable?” I asked kissing her and caressing a naked nipple with my fingers. She shook her head ‘no’

“You want this?” she nodded yes.

“I may not be able to stop if we go any further Chaya.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she said, smiling at me, “even if I ask you to stop, please don’t stop.”

As we started kissing again, I played with her other breast for a while before going down her body, exploring her belly and navel with my fingers till I reached between her legs.

She was dripping wet already and instead of entering her, I started playing with her clit. After a few minutes, I broke the kiss and started kissing and licking her all over her face, nibbled on her ear lobes and kissed her neck.

Chaya was breathing heavily and moaning softly by the time I reached her boobs and took a nipple in my mouth.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” she groaned as I sucked on her nipple, my fingers rubbing her clit.

Inch by beautiful inch, I explored her body with my mouth and tongue till I reached her pussy.

Spreading her legs wide, I entered her virgin pussy with my tongue, tasting her divine wetness for the first time.

“Oh God, yesssss…” Chaya groaned. Grabbing my hair, she pulled my head into her, thrusting her pussy into my mouth.

I ate her hungrily, exploring her pussy with my tongue and lips. She met the rhythm of my mouth with upwards thrusts of her hips.

I grabbed a breast and squeezed. She was moaning and groaning, her head thrown back and eyes shut, her body enjoying every sensation.

Switching focus, I took her swollen clit in my mouth, while sliding two fingers inside her. Drilling her hole with my fingers, I sucked her clit and stroked it with my tongue.

In just three minutes, Chaya screamed and shook violently. She grabbed my hair and thrust her pussy into my mouth as her orgasm hit. Her juices flowing through her pussy, feeding me her delicious honey.

I ate her right through her orgasm and just as it was subsiding, she was hit by a second orgasm and then a third. Her pussy was gushing her juices and I drank her nectar hungrily.

I ate her for close to an hour through orgasm after orgasm.

“Stop, please stop,” she kept begging as her pussy kept erupting in my mouth. “I will die, please stop.” she pleaded.

“You are incredibly delicious Chaya,” I said, relenting and releasing her pussy reluctantly, “I could eat you all day and all night.”

“I believe you,” she panted, “you don’t have to prove it to me. Besides,” she said, her hand sliding down towards my member, “I want to feel you inside me, if you think you can get it up again.”

I was fully erect by now and when her hand found me, her eyebrows raised, “already?” she said, “I am impressed.”

“You should be,” I replied, “you are amazing and that’s the effect you have on me.”

“Good answer,” she said, “now put it in me.”

“Do you have any condoms?”

“No, that’s the guy’s job isn’t it?”

“But I didn’t buy any…didn’t expect to need any tonight.”

“Liar,” she said smiling and stroking me as I kissed her.

“Well, I was hoping, but wasn’t sure.”

“It’s ok, just put it in.”

“Are you sure.”

“Just shut up and put it in already.” she mock scolded.

I spread her legs and got between them. As I started subbing my shaft against her opening to lubricate it with her juices, she said, “Please be gentle, it’s my first time.”

“I will, I promise,” I said before pressing my head against her opening. She bit her lips and threw her head back. She was incredibly tight as I pushed the head of my shaft inside her. I pushed in a bit and pulled out a little to ease the passage inside her. I stopped when I felt the resistance of her hymen.

She felt the pressure and a slight pain too and looked at me worried. “It’s too big,” she moaned, “I don’t think it will fit.”

“It will,” I said, smiling at her, “trust me. It may hurt a little the first time, but I promise you, you will love it.” She nodded her head, still worried and closed her eyes again.

I pushed past the resistance and Chaya screamed as she feel the shooting pain of her ruptured hymen. I waited for the pain to subside, my shaft buried about one-third of the way inside her.

After a while, she opened her eyes and nodded, looking at me. Slowly, I pushed a bit deeper into her, before pulling back a bit and pushing through further. Inch by inch, I drove my shaft deeper and deeper inside Chaya till it was completely buried inside her.

“Hurts?” I asked her, once my shaft was all the way in her.

She shook her head to indicate it didn’t hurt, “but I feel you so far inside me,” she said smiling.

Bending forward, I kissed her and started moving in and out of her slowly. She was soaking wet, and yet felt so tight against my pole.

As I started moving a bit faster inside her, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked.

“Amma….” she moaned in pleasure.

I kept sliding in and out of her gently for a couple minutes before picking up the tempo a bit.

“Faster,” she finally whispered as her body started responding to the stimulation of my shaft in places that had never been stimulated before. I started moving faster and faster in and out of her with each thrust.

Five minutes later, I was pounding her pussy in a steady rhythm. She held my face in her hand and I looked into her content eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she said, as she felt her body inch towards another orgasm.

As her pussy started clamping against my shaft, I knew her orgasm was too far away.

I picked up the tempo even more and started slamming her hard and deep.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Chaya was grunting with every thrust into her.

After five minutes of hard pounding, she shook and screamed with pleasure. Her orgasm was followed by a second and third wave and my pounding kept it going.

She wrapped her legs around my hips to pull me even deeper inside her. In five minutes, I was on the verge of my own climax.

“I am going to cum chaya,” I grunted, straining to hold back, “let go of my hips so I can pull out.”

“No way,” she groaned, “I want it in me.”

I went over the edge, exploding deep inside her and just as the first spurt of my cum flooded her, she was rocked by yet another orgasm.

I kept moving in her and finally collapsed on top of her when I felt myself start to go limp.

“Happy birthday beautiful,” I said kissing her.

“Best birthday gift ever,” she smiled and kissed me back.

We lay catching our breath, our sweaty, naked bodies wrapped around each other, my limp cock still inside her.

“You know what,” she said finally.

“What?”

“You were going to help me wear the next gift and you never did.”

We both burst out laughing. Still wrapped around each other, we drifted off to sleep.

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“Wake up sleepy head,” she said a few hours later, waking me up. She was standing by the bedside, wearing the robe I had got her.

“So overdressed,” I said in my morning voice.

“You were supposed to help me wear it,” she said slapping me, “but you ended up doing something else entirely.”

“Only me?” I said in mock protest.

“Ok, I did too,” she said smiling and turning red.

“Regretting it?” I asked, getting up on my elbows.

She shook her head, “I am glad it was you. I got the best birthday gift ever.” she said touching her pussy over her gown. Then, as an afterthought, she added, “are you regretting it?”

“Not in the least bit,” I said, “it was incredible. I’d love to do it again,” I said reaching for her.

She pulled back, giggling, “me too, but you will have to wait. I want to see my other gifts too. I helped myself into this one. Like it?”

“Like you in it,” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling. She fell on the bed next to me, giggling.

“I bet you look nicer out of it,” I said, sliding my hand inside the robe and cupping one of her breasts.

She slapped my hand and pushed me back before getting off the bed.

“There are three more gifts to try out,” she said, “and you wanted to help me try them out. Looks like I have to do all the work around here.” she said, grinning.

With that, she opened her robe and let my eyes feast on her nakedness.

I stared at her body from head to toe, drinking in her “virgin-no-more” beauty.

After she let the robe drop to the floor, I reached out and grabbed her hand.

“I have gifts to try out,” she said in fake protest.

“Later,” I said, pulling her into bed with me.

Laughing, she fell on top of me. I kissed her lips, “don’t tell me you don’t want it.”

“I do,” she replied, “and I already said that.”

“What was the best part for you?” I asked.

“Your mouth down there, when I had my orgasm. I could get used to that.”

“And the worst part?”

“The pain when you first went in,” she said, “but I know it won’t happen again, so I am ok with that being behind me. What about you? What were the best and worst parts?”

“Worst was that you did have to go through the pain,” I replied, “the best was the same as yours, and I’d like more of that please.”

I made her get on top and feed me her pussy.

She was an eager participant and her hips moved in rhythm with me.

In less than fifteen minutes, she had her first orgasm and I are her right through it, making it last.

I continued eating her even after her orgasm passed.

She came in my mouth again, and then again, and yet again.

I couldn’t have enough of her pussy or the heavenly juices she fed me every time she orgasmed.

By the time her fifth orgasm hit, she was squirming, trying to get away from my mouth, begging me to stop and fuck her.

An hour later, I had eaten her through four more orgasms, before she was so exhausted that I took pity on her and I entered her.

Spooning her from behind, I fucked her through another and creamed her pussy for the second time.

Like before, we lay naked, wrapped around each other, this time, I was spooning her, my fingers caressing her clit.

After a while, she pushed my hand back and turned around to face me.

“That’s the best gift for a second time tonight,” she giggled before kissing me, “thank you,” she added.

“My pleasure,” I replied, kissing her back.

“I didn’t think you liked me enough to cum twice in a night.”

“Thrice, beautiful,” I said, correcting her, “don’t forget the first time in your mouth.”

“Oh yes,” she said, giggling, “I was so scared that your monster won’t fit inside me.”

“But it did,”

“Sure did,” she said giggling, before adding, “and spat twice inside me.”

“But you know what,” I said, “the night isn’t over yet, and the monster is hungry still.”

“Shut up,” she said pushing me and rolling over, looking down at my almost limp cock, she added, “I can see him and he is sleeping. Besides, I have other presents to try out.”

With that, she rolled out of bed and grabbed another gift. Unwrapping it, she pulled out a sheer lace one-piece lingerie.

As I watched her, she put it on and posed in it for me.

“Like what you see?” she asked, teasing me.

“Just jealous of what you are wearing.”

“Why jealous?”

“Because it is kissing you in all the places I want to.”

“Shut up you sleeping monster,” she said, “I still have gifts to try out.” With that, she reached for the next gift.

“Let me help you with it.” I said, grabbing her wrist.

“Like you helped last time?” she asked.

“Last time was different,” I said, “the monster is asleep now, like you said. He was awake back then.”

She let me peel the lingerie off her, kissing every exposed inch of her body till she was naked again and I was eating her pussy.

“Oh God,” she said moaning. Grabbing my hair, she spread her legs and pulled my face into her, “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” I said and pulled her in bed.

Ten minutes later, she had the first ever squirting orgasm of her life and I lapped up her honey right out of her pussy. God she was delicious every which way.

By the time her orgasm passed, I was hard again.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed in shock look at my rock hard shaft , when I let go of her pussy “I woke up the monster,” and started giggling.

But when I was about to enter her, she stopped me. “Know what?” she said, “You took my oral virginity and the virginity of my pussy. What does that leave?”

“You want it in your ass?” I asked surprised.

“Do you mind?” she said, “You were my first kiss and I want you to be my first anal too.”

“Anything for you,” I said.

Turning her over on her stomach, I spread her ass cheeks wide and buried my face between them. I probed her hole with my tongue for a few minutes and then entered her with a finger.

Using my saliva to lubricate her, I entered her with a second finger after a few minutes. After a few more minutes, I entered her from behind and twenty minutes later, deposited my load deep inside her ass.

One by one, she would pick a present and I would offer to help her wear it. But once I had her naked, I couldn’t help fucking her. It was only after I went limp that she got to try out her gift.

We fucked throughout the weekend. I remember creaming her pussy ten times, but I didn’t count how many loads I deposited inside her ass or mouth, or how many times I came on her body.

Monday morning and work brought our weekend long fuck-fest to an end. But since then, she had no qualms about posing naked for me on video calls or letting me pretend to help her wear her gifts so I could strip her naked myself.

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Present Day…

All these memories came flooding back as I watched her unwrap her gift. Once it was unwrapped, she set it on the bed.

“Ask your monster to behave,” she said removing her blouse and then her bra.

Watching her naked breasts freed from their confines, I started going hard. She undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Her panties followed, but over the years, she had stopped turning her back to me while dropping her panties and let my eyes devour her gorgeous pussy.

Once naked, she reached for the gift. “What is this?” she asked picking up the one-piece crotchless lingerie I had got her. “It’s open where it should be closed and closed where it should be open.” she giggled turning it around.

“Put it on and I will show you how intelligent the design is.” I said, getting off the bed and starting to undress. I was naked and hard by the time she had put it on and I pulled her to me.

I kissed her, caressing her back and ass with my hands.

As I sucked on her tongue, I reflected fondly on how, even after all this while, the taste of her saliva still turned me on.

While continuing to kiss her, I pinched her nipples. Breaking the kiss, Chaya yelped.

“See how intelligent the design is,” I said admiring her breasts, most of which were naked, the slit in the bra big enough for her entire breasts. “I don’t even need to get you naked anymore.”

I sucked on both her nipples and played with her boobs for a while before guiding her to the bed, so her back was to me.

While kissing and licking her neck, I spread her legs wide and started rubbing her clit.

Chaya moaned in pleasure.

“I see the merits of the design,” she groaned, spreading her legs wide for me.

“I told you,” I said and entered her with two fingers. As I started finger fucking her, I enjoyed her lips, tongue, boobs and nipples with my mouth.

In just one day, Chaya had gone from being a conservative, shy girl to blossoming into an orgasmic woman who enjoyed sex as much as I did and was never tied of fucking.

True to form, her body started shaking ten minutes later and she screamed with pleasure when her orgasm hit and her pussy erupted, coating my fingers with her juices.

I ate her through two more orgasms before entering her.

Five minutes of hard pounding later, I exploded, shooting my load inside her.

Instead of letting myself go limp, I continued drilling her till I started going hard again.

Once I was fully hard, I took her doggy-style for twenty minutes before creaming her pussy a second time.

“Need a break?” she asked once I was spent.

“No breaks tonight,” I said.

Smiling, she went for my cock and sucked and stroked it till it was hard again.

Getting on top of me, she started riding me cowgirl style. When her orgasm hit twenty minutes later, I shot my third load of the night inside her.

We fucked throughout the night and I creamed her pussy seven times before we were both too exhausted to fuck anymore.

Chaya left for her village the next day, and the next time I saw her was at Raghu’s wedding a year and a half later.

She had flown down to India with her husband to attend the wedding — a happily married 6 months pregnant woman.

THE END.

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