My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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It was about June 1997 that Vicky and Smita were going out consistently. They would meet at the then happening place PVR Saket and watch a movie together or have lunch at Pandara Road.  They would at times meet at the good old CP or venture out at India Gate.  Vasant Vihar complex was always a great favourite thanks to the big Priya Hall.  East Delhi was still not developed and was known as “Jamuna Paar”, infact still is even after all the development.  Life was best in South Delhi, still is, and he was enjoying it to the hilt.  4 July 1997, the independence day of US, he decided to prop the question to Smita and proposed her formally.  Since the company was catering to US clients, it was off that day for him. 

 

His parents knew a bit about Smita since they had heard him talking to her and about her a few times.  They were okay with it and considered it to be normal. They trusted their children and would have been happy if he found his bride like his sister who found her soulmate.

 

He had it all planned, he would take her for a movie at PVR Saket, then they would go for a dinner at Pandara Road and would then go for a leisurely walk at India Gate Lawns and he would pop the question there.

 

He put on jeans and t-shirt, took his dad’s zen, went to her home, picked her up, went for the movie, then for the dinner and then they proceeded to India Gate.  Smita was wearing a light coloured caprice with a dark shade sleeveless top.  It was big enough to look decent and short enough to entice interest.

 

It was a very romantic full moon night.  The whole set of lawns were shining under the moonlight.  They took ice-creams and started walking on the lawns.  It was a Friday and being a Friday, there were quite a few people present, more than other weekdays but less than those on weekends.

 

As he walked toward the boat club side, he bent down on one knee and formally asked her.

 

“Smita – would you be my companion in this journey of togetherness”

 

She smiled and nodded a yes.

 

He was on seventh heaven.

 

All this while he had not even kissed Smita once, he wanted to make it special and today was a special day. 

 

He stopped under a big tree and there he lifted her pretty oval face to plant a soft kiss on her lips.  The lips met for the first time and took some time to adjust to each other.  Slowly slowly he pressed her lips a bit more and parted them and for the first time they tasted each other.  She was so nubile, so soft.  He just enjoyed the taste and in the moonlight they kissed each other for some time with India Gate shining in the distant background.  There were 2-3 chaps looking at them but they were oblivious to all.

 

He had bought beautiful bracelet for her and before she got dropped at her home, he presented it to her.

 

They were the news of the office.  People knew that they were a pair.  They had so far indulged in heavy petting only and not beyond that.  For some reason Smita did not want to have pre-marital sex.

 

Shipra had once confronted Vicky who had told her in no uncertain terms that he was committed to Smita.  She had understood this and waited for the right time to strike.

 

By August-September of that year Vicky had started studying seriously for MBA entrance exam.  Smita supported her in way that she did not demand too much time from him and encouraged him to go ahead.  He was thankful for her support.  Daily he would study for about 3-4 hours after office hours. 

 

Came December, CAT exam, he fell ill and was down with viral fever.  Still he picked himself up to go for the exam but did not do well.  He was distraught.  His parents supported him and told him to focus on other good colleges such SP Jain and NMIMS both Mumbai, XLRI, FMS etc.

 

He got well and preparation started again.

 

Meanwhile Smita was sent to US for training on a new project alongwith 10 other members including one chap named Ankur. It was supposed to be a 4 month long training.  The team that went in mid-December was to come back in mid-April. 

 

The next round of exams brought him great results. He had cleared written for SP Jain, NMIMS, IMT-Ghaziabad, Symbiosis and a certain FMS.

 

He had shortlisted his priority as FMS, SPJain, NMIMS, IMT, Symbi.

 

The GD interview of FMS and NMIMS clashed and hence he did not go for NMIMS.

 

He got selected in FMS, SP Jain and he did not go for the remaining two since he got the results of first two before the GD interview date for the last two.

 

He made the obvious choice and selected FMS.  His family was overjoyed.  He conveyed this to Smita in US who was also happy but he thought there was some reluctance in her voice.  They used to speak / write to each other every day and gradually the frequency had decreased to twice/thrice a week by March.  The fee was deposited as per schedule and the sessions were to start in July of 1998.

 

By late March 1998 Smita came back. However, around the same time, Vicky was sent to Chandigarh to facilitate the setup of a branch office of the company.  It took him three weeks to complete the setup.

 

He came back by mid-April and he had decided to take a break before the FMS session and had put in his papers.  He wanted to be released by end April so that he could enjoy for a couple of months.  He was finally released on 10 May.

 

There were murmurs among the “known” circles about Smita and Ankur but nobody dared to broach the topic with Vicky. Now that it was known that he was about to leave, people let the sleeping dog lay.  There was something about Smita he felt but could not pinpoint.  She was not the same one with him who enjoyed his company.  There was a certain irritable nature that had crept in.  Whenever he confronted her, she would make an excuse of the new project transition.  He was not used to being treated like this by the fairer sex.  On the other hand, he was used to be treated like a god of sex.

 

Still unknowingly he had continued giving her the benefit of doubt.  This was much unlike him – perhaps he loved her a lot that’s why he was doing it.  Till the time he was with Smita he had ignored his flock as well.  All were calling him out but he would make one excuse or the other to avoid his harem.

 

One day during the notice period, he was asked to go to Chandigarh just to see the last mile glitches of the new office.  He infomed Smita he will be going to the branch office, the next morning.  She said ok.  Late evening of the same day, he got a call from his office that he can skip the travel as the problem has been sorted out and everything is under control.  Since it was late night he did not tell Smita.  The next day was a Friday which was supposed to be one of the weekly offs for Smita’s team for that monthly roster.  Thinking of meeting her, he decided to not to tell her.  This was game changing moment for him.

 

The next morning he called in sick.  Since he was in notice period, nobody minded.  It was acceptable practice.  For some inexplicable reason, he did not call Smita.  Everyone thought he is planning for a longish weekend and might be going out.  In the afternoon he had to go to meet his friend at his house.  Around tea time he asked him that they should go out and check the new Coffee outlet.  It was at PVR Saket.  They were sitting near the window seat on the first floor with him facing outside.

 

He was talking to his old time friend, who had not met Smita but had heard about her.  Vicky went to get their order of two capacinos and grilled sandwich.  As he reached their table, his friend said “Vicky dekh naye aashikon ko” (look at new lovers) and pointed at a couple.

 

Since they were on the first floor, Vicky looked at the couple at the ground below.  He could not make out the girl as they had their backs towards them but the boy’s palm was quite close to her ass.  They were giggling and enjoying the life as new couple would.  The girls’s contours matched a lot with Smita.  His throat was getting dry by the second.  The skirt was quite similar to what she had. In an effort to console himself, he thought, two similar body type people can wear a similar dress.  Deep down he was not feeling comfortable.

 

His friend was looking at him and was worried. It was first time he had seen him like this.

 

The boy then turned his head sideways – he was Ankur.

 

The girl too turned – she was Smita.

 

It was as if someone had pulled the rug under him.  His world had come falling down.  How could she do this to him when he had saved her from being bangd by drunkards on the office party day.  He had agreed her term to preserve her virginity for the marriage night and had never forced his terms.  He was aghast.

 

His friend could sense the issue and asked “Smita hai kya” (is she Smita)

 

His vocal chords had given up.  He could not speak and only could nod a yes.

 

His friend had come to his side such that he was between the glass panels and Vicky and anyone from down could see only his back.  About that time Smita looked up but could only see back of a person standing next to someone sitting.  Safe in knowledge of Vicky being in Chandigarh she continued with Ankur.

 

His friend gave him a glass of water to drink.  Ankur and Smita had moved to a much secluded spot in that area which was visible from the other side of this restaurant.  Vicky and his friend moved there. 

 

Ankur was sitting on a bench under a tree and Smita was standing next to him. He had placed his hand on her back and pressed her ass to meet with laughter from her.

 

She shamelessly sat on his lap and they kissed.  They thought there were in a secluded spot but Vicky had his eyes on them.

 

“Ab kya karna hai” (now what) his friend asked.

 

“Pata Nahin” (don’t know) he could manage.

 

They paid the bills and came down and took a far away spot from where they could see them without being seen.  His friend stood between him and them to obstruct line of vison if someone tried to see Vicky.

 

It was confirmed they were a couple. Vicky’s worst fear came true.  What was a murmur in office circles of their proximity during US transition visit was a reality and he was a fool to wish it away.  The old Vicky had now replaced the love bug bitten one. 

 

He had formulated a plan and said “she will pay for this.”

 

 

Anyways he bid her goodbye on her last day.  He could see Ankur a bit angry when she went out with him on his last day at the office. He smiled at his predicament.

 

Smita wanted to get away from him but could not.  Vicky had fucked Shipra like a whore a day earlier to extract a favour from her to release Smita for that day.  She had no excuse left.   Shipra even dropped in to say “Smita we all know you two are close, go out with him on his last day here.” He was indebted to her.

 

Shipra was happing to have her hunk back.  So were all the girls of his harem over next few days.

 

Dwarka was an upcoming township in planning stage and was much secluded. There were a few constructions going on – far and few between.  Large stretches of land was vacant and the plots were demarcated for different societies.  Vicky’s father had been member of one society and his mother of other. They had got two memberships of societies.  The plots were allocated to the societies and the society membership was now working on other formalities.  During the real estate boom of mid-90’s, Vicky’s family was lucky to have landed 4 plots by HUDA.  They had kept one big plot in Panchkula for themselves and had sold the remaining 3 for good premium.  This extra money was well invested by his father in buying shops at a very nominal rate at the upcoming shopping complexes in Dwarka.  The extra money also gave them the confidence to apply for the two flats with firm belief of Vicky securing a good job after his FMS to finance, if any, hiccups.  He thanked god and his father for such great planning.  The fact that flats were bought during downturn also help them.

 

Not to digress from the real story, he took Smita towards Dwarka in garb of seeing the societies being built in the near vicinity and from there they were to go to some shopping mall in West Delhi.

 

Dwarka is now a very nice locality but in those days it was much too far and secluded.  He knew of a society whose construction had stopped mid-way and was located in a remote part.  Even today that part cannot be considered to be hub of Dwarka.  The builders had built a few sample flats and had provided all the necessary flooring, tiling, wash basins etc for every category of flats like 2bhk, 3bhk, 4bhk.  The construction had stopped and the chowkidar there was a very old person good for not much.

 

From Gurgaon, he took Smita to that society on pretext of looking at the construction quality and built all the stupid dreams of their house post marriage.  In reality she was not interested in marrying him and neither was he.  But the plans he had for the day warranted Smita’s presence.  He wanted to teach her a lesson of lifetime.  He was okay if Smita would have told him that she had started liking Ankur and left him but to backstab him was just not acceptable to him.

 

On the way to the building he kissed her a few times.  Unwillingly she obliged.  For some strange reason she obliged.  Although he could feel that she was not an active participant in the process.  He didn’t mind.

 

They reached the building.

 

The old watchman was hard of hearing.  He shouted and asked him to open the door of a sample flat.  The watchman refused.  One 50 rupee note swayed his mind.

 

He parked his car inside the compound and off went both to see the sample flat. It was a 4bhk flat since he had sold the story of them booking a 4bhk house. They had booked a 4bhk and 1 3bhk house but in different housing societies.

 

Smita liked the house, he spoke of sweet nothings, like someone still lovestuck of how he would be reading the newspaper and the duly wedded wife Smita would bring tea and pakoras and all that nonsense.  He felt that such a pretext was necessary to catch Smita offguard.  He could see her facial expressions changing on mention of them marrying in near future and the look on her face was that of a person concealing something from other person and thinking that he/she has been able to fool the other one and felt victorious.

 

He bolted the door from inside.

 

Smita said “kya kar rahe ho” (what are you doing)

 

Vicky “lets enjoy a bit – Buddha aa jayega” (old man will come)

 

Smita was thinking that she can get over with it quickly and as per her if Vicky is not aware of her liason with Ankur and if things don’t work out with Ankur she had Vicky as standby.  Little did she know of the Standby’s plan for the day.

 

He took her to the bathroom and said they will have bath together and how will he fuck her under the shower and all those crap.  Smita behaved as a normal girlfriend would and showed mock anger.

 

She was wearing a sleeveless top with shoulder straps to hold the piece together exposing a lot of flesh.  She was wearing a light coloured linen trouser outline her beautiful ass and panty lines.  Vicky liked this trouser of hers as it was the easy to open.

 

As they moved to see the kitchen, Vicky embraced her from behind.

 

Her hands were on the granite slab and Vicky was licking her soft shoulder skin and inching closer to her cheeks.

 

She danced to the tune and enjoyed it a bit to make him think that they are still a couple.  Vicky turned her around and kissed her for good 5-7 minutes.  She too did not repulse him.

 

He continued the love making from back and wetted her face, very cleverly he held her two wrists in his big hand and his other free hand went to open the trouser button.

 

Smita “Vicky nahin” (no)

 

Vicky : “Smita haan” (yes)

 

With one swift motion he had opened the trouser button and pulled it down to expose the pink panties.  Smita was still saying no but the force had feebled.

 

The expert was in flow, he rubbed the pussy mound over the cloth and was continuously kissing Smita from back which was causing her to go weak.  Since she had done it with Ankur in US she was less resistant to doing it but with Vicky had to keep up the nonsense of no-premarital sex.  Had she enjoyed with Vicky, she wouldn’t have allowed Ankur anywhere near her.

 

Vicky turned her around to face her and was still kissing her.  His lips had sealed hers and she was not able to speak or shout.  Her trousers had reached her shin level and she felt warm air on her pussy lips making her realize that even that was out.  She was trying to get away but his grip on her wrists and the lip-lock prevented her from shouting and use her hands.  He was far too strong for her to resist.  She heard the sound of him unzipping and his jeans was down on his ankles.  She was bent backwards making it difficult for her to see much.  Vicky was not violent with her but very forceful.  So forceful that she was not able to make a noise about all of it.  Very nicely he inserted a finger inside and played with her pussy.  She was aghast at the implication.  As a body reflex the juices had started to flow. 

 

Vicky had taken out his huge tool and placed it at the pussy entrance.  It was a clear cut case of bang.  Only thing was that the victim was known here.  She felt its size but since was unable to see could not comprehend its humungous dimensions.  It was still at the pussy entry.  A gentle push inside made her realize its size in some way. Still not fully.  She wanted to get free and shout her way out but it was sealed for her.  She was hoping if the old chowkidaar could come but gods were not kind on her.  That oldie had gone to fetch something and which meant they were all alone.  Stopped construction meant no workers as well.

 

Vicky did not want to give an opportunity to her to voice her disapproval of the whole act.  He wanted to make her realize his power.  I know it is wrong to bang a girl but this time he wanted to do it to Smita. It was his revenge.

 

Smita’s pussy was too tight and her position was not helping either.  So in one swift motion he lifted her up, hands still held in his other hand and the lip lock continued and placed her at the adjacent wall.  This way he could use the gravity better.  Her trousers and panties were off from her legs.  Now she was frightened. He could see in her eyes.  She could not do anything and he positioned her pussy on his cock and started the rhythm. Her weight coupled with the gravity formed a very good combination.  Inch by inch the monster was going in and she felt as if she had been gagged. It was hitting her deep and ripping apart her pussy.  She felt that the pussy lips will be ripped apart and bleed to death.  Her body was however in a different mood. The pussy had leaked loved juices enough for lubrication and welcomed the big intruder.

 

Her head and pussy were on different wavelengths.  Vicky had much better gals to chose from his harem, he did not want to pleasure her, he wanted to humiliate her.  So very heavy strokes from his heavy tool were used to hurt her.  The impact was hurting her, as he could see tears escaping from corner of her eyes.  However, the pussy was still enjoying the attack. More and more love juices were showered on the guest and involuntarily her hip movement was in sync with the cock movement.  She was feeling the impending orgasm but wanted to deny it.  Vicky had meanwhile judged her situation and had moved on to lick her neck, upper bosom, face etc but she was not shouting now. Her body had accepted what was happening.  The mind did not but the body was enjoying.  Smita was now violently shaking her head and let out a deep moan to indicate her cumming.  And cum did she.

 

She did not want to acknowledge it but Vicky knew that her body had given up the resistance.  He did not want to enjoy her so where he could have gone on and on with her he decided to show whos the boss.  He turned her around to bend forward on the granite slab and attack her cute little ass.  He had a liking for her ass for quite some time and had thought that he would do the anal post marriage but the way things turned meant he had to do it today. 

 

The love juices had lubricated his cock well enough and with one heavy pusy an inch of the piston managed to find its way inside.

 

A big “ooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiii”  was let out by Smita.

 

He let it be there and then a few more rounds of heavy pushes interspersed with waiting period had ensured that 6 inches of the thick meat was in.  She was writhing in pain but to no avail.  Her wrists were still strangled. She was feeling the pain.

 

“Vicky – haat chhodna” (leave my hands)

 

Vicky let her loose.  With six inches of thick meat shoved up your ass, there is nothing much you can do even if your hands are free.   She held onto the slab for support and raised her head.  Vicky was still licking her creamy white skin on her back.  For her he was doing in passion for him it was in revenge.

 

A few more strokes and rest period ensured that 9 inches of meat was deep down in her.  She never realized that she could take in that much and whether a cock can be that big.  Initially the asshole threatened to bleed to death but even she was surprised that the inner walls had accepted to receive the guest with full gusto.  Very gradually he took out 5-6 inches worth of meat and then again pushed in.  This time life was a bit easy for her.  At first she thought the eyes would pop out of her sockets or the tool will hit her throat.  Nothing such happened but she was really worried.

 

Deep down she loved the size and the fact that he was available standby.  In US she had taken to screwing and loved it.  Unknown to Ankur she did it with a couple of US trainers as well who were too eager to oblige her.  But this was the biggest of them all.

 

Now with 2-3 rounds of in out movements he started the heavy duty drilling and the strokes became powerful.  He was hitting her hard.  The speed had increased to the point of him becoming a beast.  Smita was letting out mixed screams of pain and lust.  Stroke after stroke the cock hit her at those spots which she never thought existed in her.  And she was loving it.  However, the logical mind was still trying to potray the other side though the body betrayed her.

 

After 8-10 minutes of hard high tempo screwing Vicky pulled out his cock and spread the semen on the cute ass and rubbed it all over her.

 

Was it passion

 

Was it anger

 

Was it hurt

 

Was it revenge

 

He came like never before and applied a rich coat on her backside and thighs. 

 

Smita turned around and saw the cock for the first time. 

 

To put it simply it was much bigger than she ever had.  Suddenly Ankur’s cock was a miniature that of US trainers were respectably smaller than his.  This was some special tool.  The whore in her deep down wanted him for herself but she was currently with Ankur.  She decided to dump him and be with Vicky full time. After all apart from looks and tool he had a great career in front of him.  He was an Engineer from DCE will be MBA from FMS. 

 

With such thought in mind, she decided to plan her moves.

 

She could not have turned it around in one go but said “Vicky yeh tumne achha nahin kiya” (you did not do a good thing)

 

Vicky “Smita bagair bed aur tere support ke is se achha nahin ho sakta thaa” (couldn’t have done a better job without your support and bed)

 

She said “We had planned sex post marriage” and showed her concern on break of that rule.

 

Vicky “How could have I survived in FMS without such sweet memories”

 

Smita “Tum Delhi mein rahoge – hum bahar milte” (You would have been in Delhi only, we would have met outside)

 

Vicky “karne toh tum phir bhi nahin detin” (you wouldn’t have allowed even then)

 

Smita kept quite.

 

Vicky said “ab kya karna hai – thane jaake report karni hai kya” (now what you plan – do you want to go to security officer station to report)

 

Smtia gave a faint smile.

 

She then hugged him and said Vicky don’t leave me.

 

Vicky said “I wont” 

 

He had bangd her and she was ready for more.

 

He changed his plans.  As they moved out from the building he handed a one more fifty rupee note to the old man and they sped away.  From there they went to some mall had a gala dinner, he dropped her home and then came back.

 

The game and plan were changed.

 

Earlier he wanted to bang her and then after a few days, post which it is not possible to prove bang via medical examination would have broken the news of break-up to her.  Now, he was sure she would ditch Ankur for him.  He wanted her to do this, enjoy her and then leave her nowhere.

 

He had a couple of very well informed and trusted colleagues in office who broke the news of break-up between Ankur and Smita.  This was almost one week after his last day.

 

He smiled.

 

Things were going as per plan.  He in the meanwhile had serviced all his keeps multiple times and even had gone to Panipat for servicing Ritu as well.

One day he called Smita and said “yaar 2 din ke liye baahar chalte hain”  (lets go outside for a couple of days)

 

She said not possible.

 

He then proposed a one day visit to local spots where they could get room. 

 

She reluctantly agreed after putting up a mock show.

 

Vicky then fucked her at the resorts of Badkal lake, Dumduma, Sohna and other such places near Delhi/NCR.

 

She loved his cock and she was his keep now.

 

All their fucking activitiy took place within a time frame of 15 days.  She never felt that her pussy could get so lose. 

 

So one day when they met at Saket, he decided to break the good news to her. 

 

They were at India Gate lawns and it was also a full moon night just like the proposing night. 

 

He said “Now you have ditched Ankur”

 

She turned pale.

 

Vicky very calmly said “mujhe pata chal chuka thaa” (I knew it)

 

He continued, “when I had first about it, I did not believe it.  I thought you will not ditch me but then I saw you and Ankur at Saket with him pressing your ass”

 

She was speechless.

 

“Teri tange mal raha thaa who, skirt ke andar haath daal raha thaa” (he was rubbing your legs, putting his hand under your skirt) he further said.

 

She now understood the meaning of riding in two boats.

 

“Nahin Vicky aisa nahin hai” (no Vicky its not like this) she could only manage.

 

“Toh phir kaisa hai” (then how is it)  he thundered.

 

“Tu saali raand hai” ( you are a bloody whore) he said. He never had imagined before the US visit that he would ever say it to her.

 

“I had collected every bit of information about your activities in US post seeing you and Ankur at Saket and had decided to teach you a lesson.  You wanted me as a standby and now what you have you must think”

 

She felt earth slipping away under her feet.

 

How could it have gone so wrong.  She was so discreet about it.

 

“Tujhe kya laga – ki tu bahut tez hai aur bach jayegi” (what did you think that you are very smart and will pull it off)

 

“Chutiya samjha hai kya mujhe” (You take me as a fool)

 

“Just Get Lost” he shouted and then cried in solitude.

 

Smita had to go back home from India Gate all alone.  She could not go back to Ankur nor Vicky would continue.  She kept on crying.  She could not play the bang card also since she had gone with him and made love to him a few times even after that. 

 

She cried a lot and came back home and told her parents of her breakup with Vicky and cited his double timing as the reason. 

 

A few days later he broke the story to his parents of his breakup and told them about Ankur and that she had backstabbed him and hence he had parted ways.  His parents were supportive of him and were understanding.