Misc. Erotica Koli Women Try and Overcome a Financial Crisis

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Part 3: (Final Part)
Koli daughter Riddhima’s out-of-this-world experience



When her sisters Amruta and Madhuri announced their decisions to use their skills to earn a living and support the family, Riddhima was just as determined to contribute. The sisters had vowed to give themselves a month to make a difference. Amruta “Tai” had left before dawn today to go work at the Zamindar’s house and Madhuri had left for Uran soon after.

The eastern horizon was just beginning to change color as a new day approached full of hope and promise for the Koli girls. Riddhima though was sad. What good was determination if you had no idea how you can contribute? Tai had done domestic work from childhood and was ideally suited to work at the Zamindar’s house. Madhuri was a gifted dancer and would use her talents to earn a living. What could Riddhima do? She had just turned 18. The pampered youngest in the household, she had no experience and no talents that she could earn a living from.

Till maybe just over a year ago, she was a twig of a girl, playing with kids on the beach. A tom-boy, she was the bully — aggressive and fiery, she invariably got her way. But over the past year, she had seen herself change. Instead of fear, she saw something else in the eyes of boys of her age when they looked at her. Her body had only now started to fill out. Her breasts were starting to strain her choli and off-late, she had started seeing dreams of strangers from far-off worlds doing things to her body. She would wake up from these dreams shaking violently, drenched in sweat — it wasn’t fear that woke her. It was a new sensation that rocked her body and made fluids erupt through her pussy. She had been embarrassed to tell anyone about this. She felt disgusted thinking she was bed-wetting at this age but she couldn’t deny that her body felt alive and happy in a strange way. She didn’t even know why she thought of that when she should be worrying about earning a living. She felt worthless as she left their house and headed off to the one place she found peace — the beach.



Dressed in her customary choli and half-skirt that her parents had bought her as a gift during Amruta Tai’s wedding over two years ago, Riddhima was uncomfortable. She had outgrown her choli last year and it barely covered her swelling breasts. It was a struggle to wrap it around them and tie it whenever she wore it. The other clothes she had were just as small or smaller having been bought even earlier. She had also grown tall over the past year and the skirt that used to fall to her knees now rode high on her thighs in spite of her wearing it as low on her waist as she could. New clothes was the last thing the family needed to spend on right now. She’d have to make do with what she had. She just hoped her breasts didn’t grow any bigger or she wouldn’t be able to tie her choli anymore.

She grabbed a dupatta to cover her exposed body, a towel and a change of clothes on her way out because she thought she would bathe on her way back. 

At the beach, she sat at the edge of the water, thinking and unable to come up with a way to help the family. The sound of the waves, the cool pre-dawn sea-air and the calm she always felt on the beach slowly eased her nerves. The water was calling her. I should have got another dress she thought because she couldn’t get this dress wet and then go to the public bath with the flimsy wet garments dbangd on her already exposed body. But she needed a swim right now. Looking around, she didn’t see a soul anywhere in sight and decided to risk it.



He watched her strip off her choli, then her skirt and finally her panties and arrange them in a pile on the beach. She covered them with a palm leave she’d found on the beach. Even from this distance from behind a palm tree, he could see she was exquisitely beautiful and he felt his dick stir in his pants. He watched transfixed as Riddhima entered the water and started swimming. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her. She swam for nearly half an hour and stepped out just as the sun started peeking over the horizon.

He watched her as she put on her short skirt, wearing it maybe a couple inches above her pussy mound and then struggle to get into her ridiculously undersized choli. Instead of wearing her panties, she collected it with the rest of the clothes she had set under the palm tree and started walking in his direction. His erection seemed to grow with every step she took towards him watching how her delicate breasts bounced in her choli, how her hips swayed, how her thighs beckoned him to enjoy the paradise between them. He had chosen his mate. This was who he would breed with today and then take back with him for others in the tribe to breed with.

For the past few days, he had discovered the concept of computers and the Internet by watching the wealthy kids from the village. From the cyber-cafe, he had learned all there was to learn about mating, breeding, sexual pleasures for both men and women. He had always been a voracious reader and a quick learner. He would show the others that ridiculed him because of his young age. They would have to acknowledge he had won them the best prize. He knew by the way his cock was reacting to the beauty on the beach that it wanted to do with her all that the men and women were doing in those videos he had seen on the Internet. 

He watched as she turned towards the left and headed towards a shack made of palm leaves. He wondered if that is where she lives and decided to follow her, hiding behind the palm trees.

The first encounter



The shack was a public bath on the beach. As is common in many rural Indian villages, it was a small room with a bucket or two and a pail, and a clothesline on which to hang your clothes. The roofless room wasn’t big, about 15′ x 15′, standing at about 6′ 6″ tall. Riddhima went in and shut the flimsy door, also made of palm.

He was outside the little enclosure in a flash. He watched as Riddhima spread out her dupatta on the clothesline like a barrier and put the dress she would be wearing after bathing on top of it.

She was facing away from him and watched mesmerized over the barrier she’d put up, as she untied her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She had the most perfectly shaped butt and he felt an ache go through his groin. She proceeded to bend down to pick up her skirt off the floor and his jaw dropped as she displayed her ass hole and pussy while she fumbled for the skirt before picking it up and tossing it on the clothesline.

Turning around, she untied her choli from between her breasts and peeled it off, displaying perfectly shaped, creamy breasts studded with dark pointy nipples. The ache in his groin intensified and he let out an involuntary moan.

Startled at the realization that someone was seeing her stark naked, Riddhima’s hands instinctively covered her exposed breasts as she looked up in the direction of the sound.

As their eyes met, Riddhima lost all control over herself. Looking into the sea green eyes of the stranger, she could feel the waves crash against her heart. She saw in those eyes all that was peaceful to her, all that was pleasurable. She saw her erotic nighly dreams standing before her and felt the oceans of raw sexual desire coursed through her body making fluids gush to her pussy. She had no recollection of how or when he entered the shack. 

Standing close to 7′ tall, he was the perfect man. With the chiseled angular face of a Greek God, a perfectly toned body studded with rippling muscles and the widest, most beautiful 12″ erection pointed straight at her. She gulped and unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes transfixed on his manhood.

He approached her and took her in his arms, his lips finding hers. As her arms wrapped lovingly around his neck, she felt like she was in the place she loved the most — the sea. His body covered hers and his lips on hers sent an electric current coursing through Riddhima. Was this real? Was he real? She had no idea what was happening to her. Everything seemed so surreal. And yet, she had no control over her body that was aching and yearning to be penetrated and filled by his shaft of love.

The stranger’s tongue licked her lips, pried them open and entered her mouth. As their tongues met in an erotic serpentine embrace, his hands explored Riddhima’s back and cupped her butt. They kissed with naked passion for an eternity, their hands exploring and caressing each others’ bodies. 

She groaned as his lips wrapped around and sucked at a nipple followed by the other. He took turns sucking on both her untouched tits. Her pussy was dripping wet and screaming to be fucked by this God of love. She was powerless to say or do anything besides floating into a blissful world of erotic pleasures. Inch by inch, he kissed, licked and sucked Riddhima’s body from head to toe before spreading her legs wide and taking her burning virgin pussy in his mouth.

The first earth-shattering orgasm of Riddhima’s teen live rocked her body just as his tongue entered her and she came gushing in his mouth. He hungrily drank wave after wave of her orgasm. She shook and wiggled with carnal pleasure. She couldn’t tell if it was a second orgasm or a new high of the first but she was screaming and shaking within minutes, her legs wrapped around his head, pulling his mouth into her.

He couldn’t have enough of her nectar as she came in his mouth. He wished she would keep cumming for ever and he could enjoy her delicious pussy till eternity but his aching cock needed its share of pleasure and release too. 

After Riddhima’s breathing calmed down as the orgasm passed, he let go of her pussy. Sliding his hands under her knees, he lifted her off her feet. Her legs dangling over his arms and her hands wrapped around his neck, his cock pressed against her virgin opening, Riddhima was lost in the stranger’s eyes. 

The head of his pole, glistening with pre-cum rubbed up and down her opening, her cum lubricating the shaft, before he pressed his head against her hole and pushed in. She was incredibly tight for his member but having cum twice, was also lubricated and hungry for him. Inch by inch, he pushed into her, past the resistance of her hymen. The momentary pain didn’t even register with Riddhima who couldn’t take her eyes off man who had just deflowered her. He kept pushing till he filled her completely and was buried all the way into her. She was completely stretched and his hardness touched and rubbed against nerve endings and places that sent made Riddhima see stars. He started moving in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up pace with every thrust.

Before long, he was drilling into her hard and fast. Riddhima exploded around his shaft within minutes but his intensity only increased. Five minutes later, his piston was slamming into her at a frenzied pace and Riddhima came again. But this time, instead of the orgasm passing, his incessant rubbing of her g-spot made her keep erupting over and over for nearly ten more minutes before he screamed with pleasure, buried himself to the hilt into her and let go. Riddhima felt every load of his hot cum slam deep inside her for well over a minute as he emptied himself inside her. Just as his release ended, Riddhima passed out.



When Riddhima opened her eyes, she knew instinctively that days, maybe weeks had passed. She was lying on a bed of gold coins, the likes of which she had never seen before, surrounded by exotic gems that just looked priceless and out of this world. She was in the room the sisters used to share before her two elder sisters had left in search of work. She was clad in an exact replica of the outfit she had worn — what seemed like — that morning, but significantly larger to accommodate her now size 36 breasts.

She could remember flashes of her experience. Or was it her dreams from the time she was passed out. She knew her prince had mated with her repeatedly, giving her breaks only to sleep, eat, pee and poop before fucking her again. She remembered hours and hours of his member impaling her non-stop, even after he had cum in her.

She remembered, sucking that divine cock to orgasm on innumerable occasions. 

But at the same time, she had no measure of the time that had passed. She had no idea where he had taken her but remembered seeing a surreal blend of the sky and the oceans surrounding them. She knew she had taken his sperm in every hole and enjoyed every moment of his breeding her.

But who was he? She couldn’t recollect his name, nor any conversation they might have had. She couldn’t recollect his voice though she could vividly remember every moan, every groan and every scream of pleasure that escaped his mouth while he fucked her. Whoever he was, wherever he had taken her and whatever he had done, he had returned her home with enough wealth to solve the problems of generations to come. And she knew she was carrying his next generation inside her and wondered who she was bringing into this world. A super-human or a being from some other world. She couldn’t wait for her sisters to get home, so she could share what she remembered of her experience and get their opinion on who her prince might have been.

THE END
Who do you think had the best experiences -- Aai, Amruta, Madhuri or Riddhima? I'd love to hear your views on the story and its characters.