Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Virgin to Whore

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He continued softly, “Tum abhi sirf 20 saal ki ho. Shaadi hone mein minimum 8-9 saal aur lagenge. Itne saal tak yeh sab maza miss karti rahogi? Itna zabardast pleasure… jo abhi tumne feel kiya… kya sach mein wait karna theek hai?”

(You are only 20 years old right now. It will take at least 8-9 more years for your marriage. Will you keep missing out on all this fun for so many years? This tremendous pleasure… that you just felt… is it really right to wait?)

He is right, a dangerous thought entered my mind. I am only twenty. Will it be so easy to keep longing and remain virgin till 28-29? And even after marriage, will my husband be able to please me like this?  Or, will my husband be possessing such a type of seducing cock?

Uncle’s voice became even more persuasive, “Aur yeh restriction sirf ladkiyon par kyun? Mardo ko toh society kuch nahi kahti, jaise chahe… enjoy karne deti. All affairs, prostitutes, … unke liye sab normal hai. Par ladki agar enjoy kare toh randi ban jaati hai? Kya yeh double standard nahi hai…?”

(And why are these restrictions only on girls? Society never restricts men,  allows them to enjoy, as they wish. All affairs, prostitutes — everything is ‘normal’ for them. But if a girl enjoys it, she becomes a whore? Isn’t it a double standard?)

He was not wrong, society is always biased towards men. My mind was twisting with his logic. Yes… boys in my college openly talk about their affairs and hookups, even showing pride after fucking any girl.  But if a girl just talks about such a thing, she gets her character assassinated.

He continued, “Dekho aajkal ki ladkiyan….woh sab samajh gayi hain. Aur essliye, bina kuch parbah kiye huye …openly Boyfriend bana rahi hain, live-in relations mein reh rahi hain, aur even one night stands kar rahi hain (Look at today’s girls… They have understood everything. And that's why, without caring anything they are making boyfriends, living in live-in relationships, and even having one-night stands)”. 

Taking a momentarily pause, he continued further, “Aur Jo openly nahi kar paati, woh secretly karti hain. Par karti zaroor hain. Kyunki unhe bhi pata hai — ek hi life hai. Baad mein shaadi ke baad bachche, ghar, responsibility… tab kya maza karogi? (And those who can’t do it openly, do it secretly. But they definitely do it. Because they also know — there is only one life. Later, after marriage, there will be children, home, responsibilities… then what fun will you have?)”

His hand had now moved to my waist again, gently rubbing in slow circles. I could feel fresh wetness between my legs despite the soreness.

“Jo hua abhi… bus mein… woh hum teeno ke alawa kisi ko nahi pata chalega. Kabhi nahi. Aisa secret tum apne dil mein rakh sakti ho. Kisi ko kuch nahi bolna hai. Aur agar fir kabhi opportunity mile — kahin bhi, kisi ke saath bhi — aur tumahara mann kare karwaane ka, toh tumhe jarur enjoy karna chahiye. Life enjoy karne ke liye hi bani hai Aneri.”

(Whatever happened just now… in the bus… no one except the three of us will ever know. Never. You can keep such a secret in your heart. Don’t tell anyone anything. And if you ever get an opportunity again— anywhere, with anyone — and you crave for getting fucked, then you must enjoy it. Life is made to enjoy, Aneri.)

I remained completely silent. Only my breathing had become slightly heavier. My thoughts were racing wildly. After a long pause, Uncle asked gently, “Samajh rahi ho na beta?” (You’re understanding, right beta?)

I gave the smallest possible reply, almost in a whisper, “Huunnn…” (Yes…)

He smiled behind me and kissed my shoulder softly over the kurti. “Good girl. Ab guilt mat feel karo. Jo hua, woh natural tha. Aur agar mann kare toh… aage bhi humlog enjoy kar sakte hain. Secretly.”  (Good girl. Don’t feel guilty now. What happened was natural. And if you feel like it… we can enjoy more in the future. Secretly.)

I didn’t say anything more. But inside, something had shifted. The heavy guilt was slowly mixing with a strange, dangerous acceptance. Maybe he was right. Maybe I had been lying to myself all these years about being “an ideal girl”, a girl for whom even thinking about sex is prohibited before marriage. Doing sex and doing it with such low level men is like making herself impure.    

And tonight I had already broken all barriers. So what is the point of feeling ashamed now?

As the bus started slowing down for Jaipur, I closed my eyes, feeling Aniklal Uncle’s warm hand still resting possessively on my waist. For the first time after the incident, I didn’t push his hand away.

Even after Aniklal Uncle’s conversation had relieved me from the extreme guilt, a new worry started eating me from inside — pregnancy risk. Although I was in my safe days after my last period, the huge amount of their thick semen and as both of them had pumped deep inside my womb was making me very anxious. I had heard that men from these low class people, especially from Aniklal uncle’s communities usually have very high fertility. That’s why they end up having so many children. The thought of their potent seeds swimming inside me kept disturbing me.

I should take a contraceptive pill, I thought. But then a new challenge hit me.  How will I buy it from a medical store? What if the chemist asks questions? Then I thought of asking Aniklal Uncle for this help, but again felt too shy. How could I openly discuss this with the same man who had just fucked and planted his sperms inside?

While these thoughts were running in my mind, Aniklal Uncle kept caressing my shoulder and back gently. His touch felt comforting. Slowly, tiredness took over and I fell into a deep sleep.