Xossip Repeat Value Reproduced Short Stories of a great underdog Writer PAYAL_RP

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Short stories: Cherry popping
 
Hi, I am Payal_rp just turned 19. I am planning to write some short stories here. These are just fantasy stories and no link to reality. 

The stories are original though ideas might be taken from many areas of life.

The stories mostly are about young girls losing their cherry willingly / unwillingly to older men of different classes and different situations. However it does not include any incest.

So if you are not comfortable with the idea then please read no further.

Disclaimer: I personally am against any type of force or unwilling sexual encounters (especially bang). The elements in the story are pure fantasy and there is no intention to encourage any violent act or bang.

It is my first try in life to write something of my own. I hope everyone will receive it in good spirit.








Sujata's Ordeal (part-I)
 
Hi, I am Sujata. I belong to a small town in Bihar but now studying in Delhi. This is the story when I just came to Delhi for education, I was just 12th pass (18 + years old) then. 


I belong to a middle class family and the eldest child of my parents. I studied hard and scored good marks in 12th and managed a scholarship to go to Delhi, otherwise further education for me would have been only a dream. My parents are orthodox and were not very supportive for higher education for girls. But due to my efforts and pressure from their peers, they allowed me to go to Delhi.


Though I got a scholarship, I could not manage a very reputed college and landed-up in an ordinary but upscale college. It was very difficult for me to adjust in initial days in Delhi as it was a totally new environment. I was staying in a hostel. The girls around me were too fashionable and had money to splurge on things I could see only in dreams.


It was difficult for me to cope up with them and make friends. This also started affecting my studies. And I was unable to do well in my first few class tests. I used to remain under pressure and worried. Also this was the first time I was away from home. A small mobile phone was my only link to home.


By nature I was shy but assertive but my surroundings in Delhi made me submissive and under confident. My class tests results made it worse. It was clear that I was not able to concentrate on my studies. I was worried and could not share my sorrows with any one. I had to lie at home that I am doing well, because otherwise they would have been happy to call me back home and soon get married.


Sometimes I thought that they are jealous of my looks. As desirable for any girl I was fair with oval face and sharp nose. Cheeks, not chubby but not too flat, used to turn red often in cold. Since childhood I always wore ear rings and a small nose ring. As gods gift, my body hair growth was almost negligible and hence I rarely had to wax.


I was a head turner with a voluptuous but slim structure (54 kgs with 5'4 height) and figure of 32c-26-34. But was deprived of fashion sense (due to my town background). So I always wore traditional clothes. 


One Sunday I was traveling in DTC bus. I took the ticket and was engrossed in my own thoughts. Suddenly I realized that my handbag was missing. I was very scared and started looking around. But no luck. I was very disappointed because my college I card, phone and some documents were inside it. I concluded that its a theft case and there is no way to get it back. I sadly got down on my stop, eyes still searching for the bag on almost every seat.


When I got down, I saw a mature lady in her 40s smiling at me. 


She: Yahan aao Sujata


[come here Sujata]



I was in a shock. How does she know my name? I approached with a smile but the wrinkles on my forehead were showing the question in my mind.


She: Tum ye baag dhund rahi thi beta?
[were u searching for this bag? ]



she showed me my handbag


I: yes yes


I was happy for a moment as I almost pounced on the bag


She calmly looked at my childish behavior. I opened the bag and searched if all items were intact. 


I: Appko ye bag kahan mila 

[where did u find this]? 



I asked with an obvious doubt in mind that she must have took it and then seeing no money inside, she is returning it to me.


She: Wahan bus me mila mujhe 

[I got it in the bus]. 



She put her hand on my shoulder.


I: per aap ko kaise pata ki ye meri baag hai? 

[but could u identify that its my bag?] 



I was also trying hard to recollect if that lady was on bus.


She: tum bahut jyada sochti ho. Issiliye pareshan ho sujata. [you think too much and that is the cause of your worries] 


Her voice was calm and composed. She did not answer my questions but walked with me. She told me my complete name, my class where I belong to all such details. I was shocked and surprised. Rather I was dumb not to have understood that it was ll written on my I card and other documents. But still it was enough of a magic for me to see some strange lady having my bag who was not even on the bus and withing a short span of time knows so much about me. 


Also in the walk till my hostel, she was able to tell some not so obvious things about me. Especially about my mental stage, my nature etc. I was actually impressed with the lady. And she appeared harmless to me.



We became friends. She gave me a good advise of praying every morning. Going to temple etc. my religious nature accepted her suggestions without any doubt. I started going to mandir and praying every day. Other girls obviously labeled me as 'orthodox' but I was anyway not so friends with them.


And to my surprise, my concentration increased. I could study better. She gave me some 'Angara' (religious powder to be applied on forehead) and I genuinely felt that it is the reason why I am improving. I was happy. Blind faith. It increased my faith and dependency on her. I started sharing many things with her as anyway I had no other friend. I started following her advice. She seemed more like a 'sorcerer' (with Tantrik abilities) than a sage or a preacher. Whatever it was, I was happy to be under her spell as far as it was going well.


But all the concentration did not reflect good in my second class test. I used to go blank in the exam hall. I was frustrated and depressed. And at that time aunty was away to her home town. So could not really share it with her. I was so disappointed with my own performance. My prayers and her Angara seemed to have lost its charm.


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Sujata's ordeal-II
 
Aunty was back after my exams and when I visited her it seemed that she already knew my mental state. She comforted me with a smile. She looked at me and before I could say anything, she spoke my mind: 


Aunty: mujhe pata hai ki tumhari exam thk nahi gayi aur semester exam pass aa rahi hai. chinta karna to jayaj hai...
[I know that u had a bad exam and ur semesters are round the corner, its obvious to be worried]


I: Per maine to maan lagake padha tha aur pooja bhi ki thi. Jaise aapne bataya, saab kiya tha. Per achanak se exma me saab bhool gayi.


[I studied hard and did all rituals as instructed by you but went blank in the exam]


My eyes were looking for solace and ears waiting for solution. 


She stayed quite for a while. And with a thoughtful face she looked in my eye. 


Aunty: You sure that you studied hard? And also did everything I said?


I: yes aunty. Every single thing.


Aunty: hmm, then I suspect this to be a case of some kind of black magic, voodoo type.


For me it was not so hard to believe in such things are they were common causes of failure in my town. So I just nodded in agreement. In fact I was convinced that this should be the cause of my down fall. Otherwise why such hardwork wont bear any fruit? 


I was looking at her with anticipation and finally I asked if she could do something about it. She thought for some time and then asked me if I believed in black magic. My answer was obviously Yes.


She took a pause and then continued that this seemed to be a powerful black magic spell as otherwise the 'Angara' would have protected me. She sounded logical but that was not the solution. So she told me that may be her 'Guruji' can help me in this. And she promised me to take to him as early as possible.


I was relieved and was more than willing to get the spell off me as it had to happen before exams. And my wait was not too long. In the evening Aunty called me and told me that she will be visiting her guruji and I should accompany her. I immediately agreed and went to the decided meeting spot.


I was in light blue half sleeved salwar kameej with dupatta. We got a rickshaw and went to an apartment. My idea of guruji was very different. I imagined a hut or a bungalow type aashra, etc, but here we were climbing stairs of a building.


The building was not very new and the locality was not so great. We stood infront of a door and rang the bell. After a while the door was opened by a middle aged man. Aunty folded her hands and greeted him with 'namaste' so did I.


We entered the flat. It appeared to be a 3 BHK or so. The hall was big with a few plastic chairs across and a big wooden chair in the center. It was obvious that the chair must be Guruji's seat. I sat beside aunty. Aunty asked the gentleman who opened the door about 'baba' and he told her that baba will soon be there.


I waited looking around and playing with my duppata and I saw baba coming out from one of the rooms. I was expecting a long haired sage in saffron clothes. But there he stood, a man in late 50s or may be early 60s. Balding white hair with gray beard, dark complexion and tall but fat built. He was wearing stones in each finger with lot of gold, silver and stone in his neck chains. The broad tilak on his forehead was making him look authoritative. He was in dhoti and bare above showing his hairy chest and well fed belly.


On his arrival, aunty immediately went and touched his feet. And I followed. He touched my head and gave me ashirwad. As we sat he gave some instructions to the middle aged man, now it was clear that he was a disciple of baba. With baba's orders Pratap uncle (the middle aged man) went in and then baba called my name.


I was surprised as to how would he know my name? That too full name. I was nervous. I walked towards him, and looked at aunty. She was sitting at her chair, watching me walk. 


As I reached his chair, baba looked me in eye. I couldnt stand his gaze and immediately my eyes lowered. Looking at his feet. Baba again took my name. And this time told me about my town, my background, family etc. I was really impressed under the weight of his personality and predictive powers.


Baba: Sujata, kisine to tumhare uper kali karni ki hai. Ye saab kisne kiya hai ye jane keliye thida samay lagega. Per haam nahi chahte ki tumhara exam kharab ho jaye.


[it will take time to find out who has done this, but by that time it will be too late considering your exams]


He took out a black thread from his pocket that had a locket at the end. 


Baba: ye tumhe safe rakhega, kuchh samay keliye. Taab tak hum aalsi kaaran dhund lenge. 


[this will protect you for some time and till then I will find the true culprit]


( I am going to write all dialogues in english with some hindi words in it. It is too painful to write everything twice in two languages)


I nodded. I was standing at lesser than an arms length distance from baba. Looking down and listening to him carefully. Suddenly I found his hand approaching me, aimed at my dupatta. My heart skipped a beat but I did not react. His hand gently took off the dupatta. I was breathing heavy. 


His hand was slowly moving and I could feel the dupatta sliding off my half sleeves. His hand held it and put it on the arm of his chair. Dont know why, but I felt that his eyes were constantly on my face. That made me more conscious.


Baba: hmm, you are already wearing a pendent. But you will have to get rid of this to wear the new one.


Baba got down from his chair and before I could take back my hands to unhook it, baba was at my back. I couldnt see but my whole body was feeling his close presence. My body shivered when he placed his hands on my neck from back. He moved his fingers freely on my fair neck. I felt ticklish . Soon his fingers were working on the hook of my necklace.


The necklace was out in no time and baba moved to front with the necklace in his hand. 


Baba: take this beta. You wont be wearing it for some time now.


He smiled giving me the necklace. As I took the necklace, he employed both his hands on my 5 kurta buttons. Slowly opening each one starting from top. My shy nature totally submitted to his authority, letting him open top three buttons.
My hear was beating too fast giving a good view of my heaving cleavage to baba. I could feel his eyes piercing my cleavage though my eyes were on ground like a scared dog. 


Baba: Sujata, this 'tabij' should always touch your skin and not anything on top. That is you wont be wearing any BRA till you are going to wear this 'tabij'.


The words were direct and orderly. And some how my mind was too slow to grasp the situation. 


Baba: Will you remove it Sujata? 


Baba asked again. His voice was showing patience. I was so much under pressure, that my hands went to my back, to unhook my bra on the kurta. As my hands went back, my chest came forward . Baba was standing so close that now there was bare half an inch distance between my 'joban' and baba's hairy chest.


I was struggling to open the bra hook with shivering hands. 


Baba: dont worry beta, I will help you with that.


My mouth went dry. I wanted to tell him that I will do it, but my mouth refused to speak any word. Just my face was raised, making it more embarrassing for me as baba almost hugged me to take his hands on my back. He opened the hook like an expert, pressing me completely on his chest. I had been felt this way many times in DTC but it was never so close and never so hard.


Now, knowing that I am too shy to resist, baba slided both his hands on my arms on sides. He grabbed the bra strap and slowly pulled it down. I could see my hands co operate and bend to let him pull off the straps out from my elbow. 


I was thrilled. But he gave me little time to control my breath as his hands were immediately on the remaining two buttons of my kurta. I was breathing heavy. Making my cleavage show more and more.


The scene was full of surprises for me. Baba in one swift motion held my bra from front and pulled it off. My firm jugs jiggled as the bra was pulled off. And I was stunned. My mouth was dry and I was sweating in the cold weather.


He now took the 'tabij' and chanted some mantras aloud. His voice was very loud and got me more scared and pressed under the weight of his personality. He continued chanting and with one hand he held my waist and the other hand with 'tabif' now approached my left boob.


My legs started to shake. I was so nervous as his warm hand cupped my left boob. It was clearly a hard squeeze as I moaned in pain. But he repeated the same as my eyes almost closed and face cringed on pain. I could not move due to his tight grip on waist.


Fortunately, that was it for the day. He wore the tabij on me. And told me that strictly it should be body touching and no person other than myself or him should touch it without his permission. He did not forget to mention that I should not be wearing any bra any more.


He moved back to his chair. Chanting Hari Om Hari Om. I quckly buttoned my kurta and ducked the tabij inside. It felt weird to wear kurta being naked inside. Soon I left the place with aunty. Aunty later told me to give her the report of my day to day progress and warned me to strictly observe what I was told.

(To be continued in next post due to limited words in a post)

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Sujata's ordeal-Final part

I asked aunty afterwards if there is any payment required. It would have been difficult to pay but still I asked. Aunty just smiled it off and told me that guruji never takes any money. He will take his 'gurudakshina' as and when appropriate. That made me even more scared but it also increased my respect for this man.


It was very weird not to wear Bra every day. Fortunately all this was happening in preparatory leave. And my room mate had also gone to her native place. I was studying hard and also observing things as told.


I was reporting to aunty almost every day, and why not, she was my only friend. It was all going well till this day:


I had to visit my distant relatives wedding. I had to wear saree. I took out one of my best sarees. It was light pink silk saree and suitable short sleeved blouse. The blouse had laces at the back, giving some exposure to my fair back. (The blouse had one lace near my neck, then open and then one hook at the bottom)


I wore all the accessories, this time even some silver bangles and payal. I wore a nice thin bindi suitable to my oval face. I changed the nose ring to nose stud to make it more fashionable. I went for the wedding as it was just a formality. I went and just handed over the gift packet. But I am sure all eyes were on me. I was looking one bit better than the bride. That made me so proud.


For the first time I dressed a bit less conservative. And everything went well. I was having lunch and suddenly I got a call on my cell from an unknown number. I picked up the call and it was guruji.


I: Namaste guruji


I kept my plate down. I was nervous talking to him. His personality made me submit always. He told me on phone that I need to see him urgently. He did not mention anything else. And before I could ask, the call was over.


I called aunty, but she was busy and she asked me to go alone. So I got a rick and went to see guruji.
As I rang the bell, another older man in his late 50s opened the door. He looked unsophisticated and village type. Baba was sitting on the usual char. And one more lady was sitting in full ghunghat in red saree.


As I entered Baba looked at me and called me to him with a smile. His eyes were all over me and I felt so embarrassed even to walk the small distance from the door to his chair. He stood up when I reached there. His clothes were the same. His bare chest was looking darker and belly bigger.


'Pranam guruji' I bent to touch his feet.


Baba: 'Sada sukhi bhava beti'


He placed his hands directly on my blouse. It was evident that he was squeezing my breasts on my blouse. And that made me feel so very awkward. There was just a small moan but not more than that. I hurriedly moved back as he removed his hands. I stood straight. Again I was not able to meet baba's eyes ad lowered mine.


Baba: Sujata, are you wearing the 'tabij' properly?


I noded standing there infront of him


Baba: But this time u got some problems during your periods, right? It was much painful than usual.


He took a long pause. Waiting for me to respond. It was very humiliating for me to have mentioned about my periods in front of an old man and a young lady sitting in the room. In fact I was also surprised and scared that how would some one know about my periods and that too that I had pain this time.


I had not shared this with any one. May be once to aunty. But I was sure that she wouldnt be sharing this with Guruji. I was standing dumbstruck and guruji was looking at me for an answer. There was an eerie silence in the room. I could feel all eyes were looking at me though my eyes were confined to ground.


I had to answer. And so I just briefly said “Yes” to avoid further embarrassment.


Baba: The tabij is protecting your mind but now the enemy has increased the strength of its attack. We need to find and nail the enemy at earliest. But I do not want to take any risk for your exams.


I nodded and listened carefully. As he continued.


Baba: I have specially created another 'tabij' for you that will protect you till the exam. But before that, let me introduce to them (he was pointing a finger to the lady and the man sitting in the hall)


I turned back to and looked at them with a plastic smile greeting them.


Baba: he is Mr Singh, a farmer from Bihar and this is neeta his daughter in law (DIL).


I could see that the man was old and seemed wealthy. His DIL seemed my age. Now I could see her better as her ghunghat was slided up. She was definitely a good looking girl and I wondered what was she doing here with her father in law and where was her husband.


Baba: He is my old disciple and he is here because neeta is having similar problems as yours. Some one has done some blackmagic on her. Mr singh himself practices these type of arts, obviously learned from me.


Mr singh was looking at me. Smiling. But I felt his looks very pervert and lusty. But Baba had great regards for him. So reacting to anything was out of question. I stood dumb.


Baba: So before giving neeta the tabij, I thought I will show a practical example to Mr singh. And I am sure, you would comply.


The last words were too pointed and orderly. My throat went dry. I turned around facing guruji to avoid the eyes of Mr singh. They were too penetrating and making me awkward.


Baba had moved away from me standing at an arms length.


Baba: I am sure you are observing all the rules I told u about tabij, right?


I looked up at him, in his eyes and then immediately looked down. Later on I understood that men considered such behavior as a sign of complete submission.
My breath was heavy. Baba's hand came close and slowly pulled off my pallu. Giving out a nice view of my braless cleavage.


Baba: can I see the tabij now Sujata?


The tabij threads were clearly visible on my fair neck. I took up my trembling hands and was going to hold the strings to pull out the tabij and then I heard baba almost scream at me.


Baba: You fool, didnt I tell you never to touch it with hands, without my permission?


I was so scared that I couldnt utter a single word. I tough I have done something gravely wrong. guruji was really angry and that made him look very fierce.


I was too scared and was almost shivering. He had my pallu in his hands. He continued, now in normal but controlling voice.


Baba: So, will you now show me the tabij? In proper manner?


My shivering hands went up to undo the knot. Guruji was standing very close and I felt he wanted to undo my saree also. He was trying to pull it little by little and I was too scared and had too many things to attend to. I could feel eyes of Mr sing all over my body at my back.


It was a task to undo the knot with my trembling hands. Guruji's constant pull got my saree messedup at my waist. It was half out half in the petticoat.


The knot was undone but the blouse was still holding on my bare 32c breasts. Also the bottom hook at the back did not let it open wide. Guruji now dropped my pallu to ground and took his hands at my back. I was just standing there as a dumb doll letting him unhook my blouse from back.


I let out a gasp.


Baba: remove it sujata


he was very gentle in uttering those words. It was not louder than a whisper. But some how I felt that the whole room knew what he said. I could almost feel the lust smiling face of Mr sing.


The only saving grace was that I wasnt facing him. So he was able to see my fair back, way down till my petticoat. I started to remove my blouse. I planned to let the blouse slip on my arms and immediately cover myself with hands. But the tight short sleeves made it difficult and embarrassing. The blouse refused to slide and was stuck in my sides.


I had to loosen my hands and then try to pull it off giving Guruji a full view of my jiggling boobs. Every jerk to pull off the blouse made them bounce. I was not aroused at all, but my reddish brown nipples were erect. My aureole of more than rupee coin were clearly visible to guruji as I pulled off my blouse.


I immediately covered myself with hands cupping my breasts, showing the tabij resting on my fair midrif. I was red in shame, but was glad that this was the last step of embarrassment as per my previous experience.


Baba: Good, now show this to Mr singh, let him have a view.


The words were shocking and I so wanted to refuse. But guruji's hands turned me around holding my shoulders and gave a slight push, indicating me to walk. My legs obeyed and I started to walk. Bangles and payal were making melodious sounds as I walked. But all that melody was adding only to my embarrassment, as if I was so dect-up and redy as a bride for this ugly mr singh.


To make it worse, guruji had one foot on my saree on ground, making it come out more and more as I walked. I realized and was going to hold it, but then that would have given away my only protection to by naked boobs. I was too helpless to act against letting my saree go in next 2 steps.


I reached Mr singh's chair, holding both my boobs very hard, trying to hide as much. And he was such a pervert that he was looking into my shame filled eyes.


Mr singh: Can I touch it Guruji?


And before I could protest and object, guruji happyly accepted his request.


In no time his hands were in my midrif, checking the tabij. I was awkward but had no option. I was trying to control myself, my breath and my body from reacting in favour. He played for a while with my tabij, taking every opportunity to touch my boobs from sides.


I was so ashamed that a father in law of a girl of my age was nicely playing with my naked upper half.


Baba: Come here sujata


Thosewords brought so much of relief to me, I was getting away from this lecher. I immediately turned and then walked towards guruji, this time just I petticoat as my saree was already off.


Baba was now sitting on his char, and I stood right in front of him with hands closely covering every inch of my exposed boobs.


Baba: let me give you another tabij as I said.


I was happy knowing that this is the end of today's ordeal. So I nodded in affirmation.


Baba: But this tabij is to be worn on ur waist. This will protect you from any physical or sexual blackmagic.


Before I could digest the shock of those words, guruji's hands were on my petticoat knot. And in one swift pull, the knot was off. For one quick second, I tried to hold my petticoat from falling, but then realized that its better to cover my naked boobs as I atleast have panty down to cover.


Baba: Now I will tie it to your waist Sujata, but before that I am going to get this thing off. And again as a rule, you will not ware any inner wears when you are wearing this tabij. Only exception being your periods.


I looked at guruji, for the first time in his eyes. My mouth was unable to speak, but my eyes were begging him not to take the last cloth off me. He looked in my eyes and tel his hands on my waist. My eyes begged more but his face responded in a naughty smile and I could feel my panty starting to roll down on my thighs.


I gasped and let out a moan, my eyes gave up bagging and preferred not to see anything. Within no time I was stark naked in front of Guruji and giving full view of my bare shapely ass to Mr singh.


Baba was smiling happyly rolling his eyes all over my naked body. He took all the time in the world to tie the tabij on my waist. Then he gently touched my almost bald pussy and tried to insert his middle finger.


I was so tight that the finger also hurt me there. I moaned in pain trying to move away from guruji.


Baba: neeta beti, take sujata inside


Neeta immediately took me by arm. I walked with her and entered a nearby room. She whispered in my ears


neeta: Sujata, baba tumhe abhi chodne wale hai. Take my advice, dont resist. If you resist you it will be more painful.


I had nothing to say. Not even tears in my eyes. Things were happening too fast for me to react.


Neeta: Let his play with your body and let youself loose.


She took a small bottle of something and suddenly poured it on my pussy and gently tried to insert it in with her finger.


Neeta: Sujata, kunwari ho? Guruji is too big, suck him well with saliva if u dont want to be torn off. I can see you are not at all wet. This oil will give some relief, but only very little.


I could hear some laughs and giggles in the outside room and when neeta was done I heard the door open.


Neeta immediately made me bend on the bed with legs standing on the ground. My hair were open and covering my back. My palms were resting on the ned supporting my bent position. She immediately went out as I heard some one come in.


I had no audacity to turn back and see so the lucky man was. I just stood and waisted.


The wait was not long at all. I felt a push with feet asking me to open my legs, wide. I had neeta's advice to co operate. My legs spread open wide.


His hands touched my pussy from back. It was wet with oil. He was pleased with the tighness. I saw a towel fall off on the bed and next moment I knew what it was covering. I felt a hot rod pressing against my ass.


It was guruji for sure. I could make out with the peculiar odor of his body. He bent over me, cupping my boobs firmly.


Baba: Sujata, today I am going to bless you by making you a woman. I am sure you are ready for this.


Again his hand touched my pussy. A shick went through my body. I moaned it was nither in pain nor in pleasure. Just holding the bedsheet with full strength.


Baba: Usually I do it in missionary style with virgins, but today, I can do it like this also. He rubbed his fingers on the oil wet pussy. I realized that he was mistaking the oil for my wetness. He pressed my boobs again and again.


My god, I wanted to stop him and tell him that this is just some oil, not my juice. But, there was no time and I was not so bold as well.


He positioned himself and my palm curled the bedsheet tight. Preparing for the pain. He gripped my boobs hard and then tried to insert his massive tool.


I was now in pain and I moaned aloud. He did not bother and he continued to insert. I could feel his flesh (without condom) making me scared. It seemed that a giant ball (cock head) was forcefully pushed inside my tiny hole.


The pain was unbearable and I stood up trying to bring my legs togather. My efforts made it more painful. I almost was in tears with the severe pain.


I: no no guruji, please. Let me go. I am not yet prepared.


But none of words were heard. Infact it was not more like mumbling than talking. I was too much in pain as I stood with the big ball inside me.


He gently took his shaft out and turned me to his side. Now I stood facing him. My eyes opened as he bit my nipple. He was looking like a giant monster nibbling on my erect nipples. I was mentally unwilling, but my body was responding to his actions now.


His one hand went down and again got wet in oil. I shuddered when he again tried to insert his finger. My hand automatically rested on his hairy shoulders. My legs spread open accommodating his hand cupping my pussy.


He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were still down, face up looking at the roof. He spread my legs wide. And I could see his monster tool approaching me. I closed my eyes.


I had heard of the pain in first time. And now there I was. With legs spread wide open for this ugly beast to enjoy my virginity.


I shifted inside the bed, keeping my legs wide open. My bangles and payal were making arousing sounds. The black thread around my waist was giving an attractive contrast look on my fair skin. I was soon going to be a woman. Willing or unwilling was of no significance now. I was thinking of the bride in the morning, when I went for the wedding. And here I was, forced to celebrate my suhag raat with Guruji, a respectful and authoritative man. Cant call this as bang, but not love making also. This was a typical submission.


The chain of thoughts was broken my his rugged hands mauling my tender breasts. I moaned in mixed pain and pleasure. But the moan was followed by a loud scream as he again pushed his thick head inside my tiny hole.


There was no concern on his face. In fact he seemed to be enjoying the pain. My pain was giving him the assurance of my freshness. He pushed himself more inside. It was too painful. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the bedsheet tightly. He continued his advances biting my lips on occasion. His chest was pressing my lovely boobs.


He suddenly stopped, and looked at me. I was too mush in pain to open my eyes fully. But I could hear him whisper: “ I have reached your hymen. Now soon I am going to break the seal.”


His words, in that situation, sounded both embarrassing and arousing. I widened my legs to make it easier. But there was no easy way. He was too big for my widest spread legs also.


I wanted him to kiss me so that my moan wont go outseide. Though they knew my fate, it was embarrassing to remind them again that I am being fucked inside the room.


But I was not so lucky. He pinned down both my hands on sides and looked at my face.


Baba: open your eyes sujata,


The pain was a lot and I was preparing myself for the worst. I opened my eyes in response to that humiliating order.


With my pinned hands, he jerked himself inside me aaaahhhh.......I screamed the loudest ever in my life. A severe pain went up through my spine till brains. I was numb for a while. My tightly closed eyes gave out some tears. My head wriggled and body stretched but it was of no use to defend myself against the heavy beast of his size.


He immediately withdrew himself . Immediately I closed my legs, assembled myself and turned sideways curling my body in pain . He took out a white cloth under the pillow and cleaned his blood stained cock on that cloth. He came close to me and whispered in my ears.


Baba: This is the most sacred blood. And this was needed for Neeta's treatment. You have paid your gurudakshina sujata.


His hand went on my newly inaugurated pussy and then he wiped out the blood with the white cloth. It felt weired to be cleaned in that fashion. He slightly inserted the cloth. I was in a very different mind state. I was just bangd but not 'bangd'.


My legs opened letting him clean the blood. He kept the cloth properly and then pulled my legs out, hanging down the bed. I was not ready to be taken again, but he was in command and I had no say in that.


He brutally rammed himself inside me. It was tight but easier for him now. He was ruthless and fast. Every time my cunt gripped his thick cock I was in pain. He kept ramming like a machine. And slowly my body got loose and started to respond in rhythm. The rhythm was supported by my payal and bangles. Every stroke inside my pussy was registered.


He was playing freely with my body, my boos. It all seemed his property for that while. I had completely surrendered to him physically and now mentally also. He was my first man and I had accepted that by now in my young mind. The oil in my pussy was now slowly replaced by my own juices.


I was enjoying and my moans were a proof of that. I suddenly felt a strong jerk as he arched his body, again pinning my wrists to the bed. His face looked in strange pleasure. I was unable to understand what is happening and then all off a suddenly I could feel the hot lava spring inside my glory hole. It was not in one stroke, but several rapid strokes. It again pained as he almost thrust himself deep inside me. I felt as if he was trying to break my vaginal wall and come out from the other side.


I remained with legs wide spread and letting the lava be sprinkled to every corner of my inside. He was still stroking but I felt very strange when the tool inside me started to shrink. It was little ticklish some time.
He got off me. Gave a pleasing look to my naked body that he just exploited. He had a victorious look on his face. And to my surprise, I blushed red hiding my face, the tears were not dry though.


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(END OF SHORT STORY-1)

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Short Story Erotica 2 by the writer : PAYAL_RP:

Tease going out of control-I

Chitra was a demure beauty of 20 studying in final year BA. She was a smart and pretty looking intelligent student. Many guys were behind her but she never paid any heed due to her conservative nature. An why wouldnt they like her. She was pretty fair skinned girl. Her straight black hair, always open, little below her average framed shoulders. She was tall for average girl (5'5) not plump but curvy at proper places with a stunning figure of 34c-27-34. She had broad eyes and thin lips from bengali parents. She was modern type and never wore any accessories other than in weddings or family functi

She was smart but shy. A little submissive by nature. Staying in hostel for studies. All her friends had boy friends and she was one of the few left virgins. But Chitra was proud of that fact. She always dreamt of giving her cherry to her price charming.


However sane she portrayed herself to be, there was a little naughtiness within herself. All these years she suppressed it being a good girl. She used to be little embarrassed when all her friends used to share their teasing adventures with stranger men. She had nothing to share, just being an audience. But neither she wanted to show her slutty side to her friends by breaking her modest, good girl image.


But this time listing to her friend Reena's tease story, where in details described how she teased a fruit vendor, Chitra was loosing her cool. She also wanted to be a tease. And her body was one of the best. She knew that she could easily lure any man she wishes. And why not, tease was harmless. She wasnt going to give away anything by just being a tease.


This time she wanted to have her own little adventure, first in her life. She planned well for that. Her vacations were close and she was going to go home by train. She purposely avoided traveling with her friends, giving some or the other excuse. She booked a 3tier AC ticket for the satisfaction of her parents but also booked one second class sleeper ticket for her little adventure.


The plan was full-proof. She was going to board the 3 tier AC when her distant 'Mama' sees her off at Delhi station. This way her mama will be happy with arrangements. Change clothes appropriately. Then on the next station, quickly get into the second class compartment. And try to be a tease. Come back to sleep in AC in the night and then again go back to sleeper class in the morning. And then again just one station before her destination, again change to her original place. So even her parents wouldnt know a thing.


She could have teased even in 3 tire AC. But first of all it has curtains all over. And people are also engrossed in their own things. In second class it was going to be all 'open' and that meant easy to tease, but also safer to tease as she can easily cry out for help if anything goes wrong as she planned it in daytime . And second class ticket didnt cost her much.


So, as decided, on the fateful day Chitra boarded the train. Waved good bye to her old mama and occupied her seat in the AC compartment. The TC checked her ticket. She told TC that her friends are in second class and she might visit them in between. Hence if she is not found on her seat, do no assume that she has disembarked the train (this all was to retain her seat in her absence).


All formalities were over and she was all set to execute her plan. She changed into a white buttoned shirt and a tight half cupped black Bra, giving a nice attractive view of her 34c breasts. Also her black bra outline was clearly visible through the shirt. She kept top 2 buttons open. It was attractive but not obscene. Obviously that was the best way to tease men as per her idea. To add more, she wore a low waist jeans showing some skin below the belly button. She decided against showing her thighs at it would then be too much. The shirt was short, just sufficient to cover her deep navel. She could feel the cold air in her ass crack as she bent, giving her good idea of what she was showing off. She checked herself in the mirror. She never wore heavy makeup. Just a thin layer of lip stick and eye liner for her broad black shy eyes. An inviting aromatic deodorant she specially purchased for this trip. She removed her wrist watch as she did not wanted to face any theft. She kept her valuables in the suitcase locked under her seat and took her backpack with a thin but warm shawl, an air pillow and her toiletries.


She was all set to go as the next station was just 30 mins away. It was already evening time of winter days. It was getting foggy. And the train started moving very slow. She was getting agitated and anxious as all her plans were to tease in the evening light.


Finally the train stopped on the next station. But it was really late and dark. Around 9.00 pm. On one hand she thought of dropping the whole plan as she thought it would be risky at this time. But on the other hand she was very determined and too reluctant to let go of such a wonderful plan. It was dinner time, but the anxiety in her stomach killed her appetite. She was little nervous of her first adventure. She packed a small fruit cake in her backpack so she could eat something before sleeping in the second class (that was a change in her plan).


So she stepped out of her compartment (as AC is not connected to sleeper class). It was cold, and her white shirt was making her feel the cold in her exposed cleavage. She had never traveled in second class but had just seen it from outside and obviously had heard stories about teases and chances taken in sleeper class.


She quickly ran and got into her compartment. It was much dirtier than the AC. She searched for her seat in the crowded compartment. She had a side seat. And to her surprise, the seat was already occupied by two uncles. She was confused and thought of getting back and drop the whole idea. But again, this was the chance she had, so why let it go.


Chitra: excuse me, ye meri seat hai (showing her ticket in hand, in a soft sweet and polite tone).


Man1: ohh. ok..ye aap ka seat hai? Thik hai koi baat nahi hum uth jaate hain.


His accent was Bihari (not encouraging regionalism but just as a part of character description in the role. No intentions to hurt any sentiments). He and his friend both got up adjusting their dhoti. It seemed that they both were chewing pa and a typical body odor was all over the seat. They had a good look at her while getting up.


She looked around, most of the people were already sleeping and one or two gentlemen were reading. In short she was not able to get attention as she planned. Obviously, she had two old uncles at her disposal. It sounded a bit risky and dangerous proposition considering their outfit.


Both men were in late 50s. With a stubble and thick mustache. Wearing dhoti and kurta cheweing pan. They both were not very tall, just about 5'6-5'7 but bulky and fat. She kept her bag on the seat and was adjusting for herself. She purposely bent in adjusting her bag, giving them glimpse of her nice cleavage in the dim (but sufficiently lit) yellow light.

Man1: Beta, akeli jaa rahi ho?


Chitra wasnt sure whether to tell the truth. But then the next question would be who is with her and where.
So she just answered “haan ji”


her voice had a natural softness and submission in it.


Man2: Waise hamara saaman iss seat ke niche rakha hai. Aagar tumhara koi saman nahi ho to isse yahin rehene do.


His also had a bihari accent. But both gentlemen were so far soft spoken and behaving nicely with the young girl.


Man1: aur aagar akeli ho to hame thodi der baithne do seat ke iss baju me. Tumhe koi taklif nahi denge, bilkul. If you dont mind.


The last english words sounded so funny in his ascent that couldnt hide a smile on her face.


She had heard of people occupying seats without ticket, but first time she was handling something of this sort. But there was no decision to make, her smile was taken as her permission by the gentleman. He sat on the opposite end of Chitra.


Chitra was amazed by his audacity. But this was much in control. And well, she had her prey to tease right in front of her. And he seemed safe and good enough in absence of other choice. So actually her naughty mind did not mind it at all.


She sat with legs folded on the seat and looked out of the window. The train was moving fast. Her open hair were flowing all over her face, making her look attractive. And the wind occasionally was entering her shirt with top two buttons open, to uncover some of the hidden cleavage through her top 2 open buttons adding to seduction.


She knew that both gentlemen were looking at her and enjoying the sight. And she was enjoying to be watched like that. She was not able to understand their conversation, but by now she understood that man1 was Samsherji and man2 was Subhashji. Calling them uncle would have been too sophisticated.


Both of them were sipping on what she initially thought as coke, but soon realized that it must be rum mixed (she had tasted drinks in all college parties, so she could not mistake the smell as they talked). But she was just not sure how can one have pan and rum both at the same time?

She took out some fruit bread as she felt somewhat hungry. She avoided any talk with them, but as she was always taught to offer, she opened the fruit bread and offered them. Drunk uncles were more than delighted to accept the offer.


Samsherji was sitting on the berth and Subhashji was standing with support of the ladder in front (as she had a lower side berth). She had to bend to offer him the bread and Samsherji purposely did not bent forward, letting her do all the hardwork to please his eyes.


She bent down knowing that both men are ogling at her visible cleavage. But she enjoyed playing a tease. Chitra saw his fingers. They were thick and rugged bit not very long. She gave the bread and stayed in that position, offering some to Subhashji as well.


Subhashji: College me padhti ho?


Chitra: Ji


Samsherji: To abhi kaahan ja rahi ho? Ghar?


Chitra: ji, Chhutti hain na aab college ki


Samsherji: Kaunsi class me padhti ho?

They all were eating the fruit bread and chitra was deliberately dropping some bread on her chin, shirt and open neck. The offwhite bread flakes on her fair skin in the yellow light were making her look a tempting prey.


Chitra: Final year me hoon, Third year BA


She tried to explain.


Subhashji: Matlab, kaunsi kaksha me padhti ho?


She understood that they have no clue about BA or thord year etc. How can one be so oblivious to eduction system. She tought to herself.


Chitra: Pandhravi kaksha me (15th standard)


Subhashji: Aur tumhara naam kya hai bitiya?


Chitra: Chitra (said proudly gicing a nice smile)


Subhashji: namaste, mai subhash aur ye hai Shamsher


She said namaste to both of them with a smile on face.

They both had smile on their face as their eyes glossed through her whole structure. They got a clear estimate of her age. She should not be more than 20, they thought to themselves. And Chitra was just enjoying her bread along with the lusty looks of two old men.


She knew that she had all the control and she was doing as it pleased her. She soon finished her bread and then rubbed off the bread flakes. It made her boobs bounce as she rubbed the shirt. As she thought its not enough, she got up and again brushed off her shirt.


She flaunted her bra outline and turned around to go to the bathroom. Subhashji was quick to follow her. She felt weird and insecure for the first time in all this while.. But still ignored it there were many people sleeping in the compartment. One scream would get them all for help, thats what she thought.


She had no clue hoe the bathroom would be in the sleeper class. She opened the toilet. It was indian style. She moved to the other door and opend it. It was western, thank god, she said to herself. But unfortunately, there was no seat on the commode.


She came out with a sad face. She knew that she can try the other end of the compartment. She came out of that loo and with the train jerk, she almost pushed the door of the other loo. It opend in one shot, it was not locked at all. To her surprise Subhashji was having urinating holding his long thick member.


She had scene a dick in porn before. But not so close in real. For a moment her eyes popped out to see its thickness. It was dirtyly black in colour and the hair around it were making it worse. Subhashji was smiling.


She stepped out immediately abruptly saying sorry and closing the door. For a moment she just stood there frozen. She always thought that teasing is a girls game. But here this uncle was trying to flash his tool to this damsel. She pitied him in her mind. How can such an ugly thing can ever be a tease? Such a horny fool he is. How disgusting. She thought to herself and was about to start walking towards the other end of the compartment (as the adjacent compartment to his side was AC and hence blocked).


She heard Subhashji come out.


Subhashji: Kya hua chitra?


Chitra: wo wahan ke toilet me seat nahi hai. Issliye uss baju jaa rahi thi


She replied ignoring what just happened and answered normally.


Subhashji: aarr..wahan maat jana. Wahan ke to saare toilets kharab hai.


Her problem was clealy visible on her face now.


Subhashji: waise kya karna hai? Mutna hai ya..lamba wala?


Chitra didnt like his gross question But had no answer infront of this elderly.


Chitra: ji, wo...number 1 (she stammered and showed him the little finger)


Subhashji: Okk to mutna hai na? To yahan kar lo.
Jyada pareshani nahi hogi. Aur ye saaf bhi hai.


He said opening the door of the indian toilet. She was shocked at his authoritative nature. But to avoid further humiliation she just got into the toilet.


It was difficult for her to do it while sitting. But some how she managed. Fortunately she had a spray jet in that toilet. She happyly pressed the jet, but there was no water. She held it towards her face to curse it. She decided in her mind that now it was enough of teasing and on the very next station she must go back to AC.


In all her thoughts and the jet being infront of her, to her badluck, she pressed it hard and the water sprang out. Little on her face and some on her white shirt. Some drops even dripped inside the shirt, reaching her bra. It felt weird, she immediately put the jet back (after cleaning herself).


She got up and got out of the loo. Subhashji was standing there and he was joined by Shamsherji as well. Both were smoking bidi. She again felt very annoyed due to the cigarette smell. She thought of reminding them that its prohibited to smole in trains. But their lusty gazes on her nubile body were strong enough to keep her mute. Her wet shirt was giving away the full size and shape of the halfcupped tight black bra. She quickly walked towards her seat. The next station was still good 5-6 hours away. What can she do now?


She quickly thought to herself that she can pretend to sleep. That would keep them away. As when she sleeps they wont be sitting there. She liked her idea. And she spread herself on the berth and pulled over the shawl on her. She filledup the Airpillow and lied down, looking out from the window.


She could feel the two men approach her. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She was sure that they wont sit seeing her sleep. Thats a basic minimum decency she expected from the two gentlemen.


Subhashji: Chitra, so rahi ho beti?


Chitra did not respond, she wanted to act sleeping.
Subhashji now shook her suddenly on her shoulder.


Subhashji: So gayi thi kya?


Chitra pretended to be awoken from sleep.


Chitra: ji subhashji.


Shamsherji: Thik hai, waise bhi raat bahut ho gayi hai. Tumhe koi aaitaraz to nahi na aagar hum yahan baith jayen?


He asked shamelessly. Was that even a question, she thought to herself. If some one asks like that, how can one say no. And anyway, he was not expecting an answer either. He made himself comfortable near her legs. And without her permission, Subhashji sat near her head.


Subhash: Shamsherbhai, light off kar do. Saab waise bhi so rahe hai.


Shamsherji immediately moved ahead. He now leaned over her half folded legs and reached the light button.
And took his own sweet time to turn off the button.


Chitra felt his body weight on her legs. She wasnt sure if this was getting out of control. But some how she let it be. She decided to wait and watch. And if they did anything wrong, she could have gathered the whole bogie for her help. Her naughty side was taking over her conservative mind.


Shamsherji, while getting back to his position, pulled down her shawl and held it there with his hands. Her cleavage was no open for the eyes of Subhash. She tried to pull back the shawl, but his grip was too strong. She did not wanted to get into any conversation and just wanted to pretend to sleep. Though the light was off, the compartment was lit enough to see everything vividly.


The breeze from the window was too strong and the shawl was off her face. She turned to sleep on her back, facing the roof (upper berth). She knew that she was giving nice view of her wet cleavage to Subhashji who was sitting right next to her head. Her eyes were closed, but she knew that she was being watched.


Subhash: aarrr, chitra, ye to gila ho gaya hai na? Kyon nahi isse thoda sukha de? Thode button khol do baas sukh jayega.


His voice was deep and whispering. And his hand was almost near her shirt button. He was so close that she could smell both, his bad breath and the Rum.


Chitra: nahi nahi, ye aaise thik hai. Jyada nahi gila hua hai.


Subhashji: aare koi nahi chitra, koi nahi dekh raha. Tum chhdar odhke uss taraf mooh karke soo jana and he himself pulled the shawl on her, till above her shoulders. She obediently turned to the side and again closed her eyes. Curious and scared at the same time.












Tease going out of control-II

As she turned, she felt a hand enter the shawl and crawl to her front. The hand went to the shirt buttons. Her breath was very high. But she let the hand proceed. The hand slowly unbuttoned the third button and moved on to the fourth one.


This was enough to give him full access to her bosom.
The shirt was now hanging on the last fith button.


The hand played over her fair skinned cleavage. Getting direct access to it. His hand was expertly moving on her cleavage. Sometimes touching her mounds over the tight halfcupped bra. His fingers were thick and rough. Chitra was getting goose bumps on occasions. She controlled herself and let him have some 'fun'. She was feeling good and a little slutty. And she knew that this was 'OK' as almost every girl in her known circle has done at least till this much in a tease.


And also the feeling was nice. She was slowly getting aroused. She was feeling somewhat weak in her thighs. His hands were now more free. He squeezed her boob. Then the next. Her nipples were already hardened due to cold. It was getting hard for her to control her moan. Fingers were now trying to get in side bra cup. But that wasnt so easy.


Now chitra felt another pair of hands on her jeans. It was getting hot for her. The hand on the jeans moving up and up. She was shivering in expectation. Subhashji was now occasionally pressing her bra cups. Giving her nice sensation.


Subhash's other hand traced her back. Pressed near the usual bra hook area. But there was none. Chitra smiled to herself. She knew that the bra was front hooked. And no matter how hard he would search, he wont get the hook at the back.


But she was enjoying four hands on her body. She once felt like helping Subhash by opening the bra herself. But then that would have been too direct and inviting. She wanted it to be in the current state for next 4 hrs, till the next station. She was liking the way rough rugged hands were caressing her untouched body.


She could now feel subhash's frustration of not able to find the bra hook. She had immense pleasure of playing a perfect tease. Subhash's hand in front now tried to pullup the bra. The bra was too tight and the half cups were holding it firm. As he pulled with force, Chitra was in pain. But she had to lie still, pretending she is not awake.


The Bra didnt give up and stayed to protect her breast.
In spite of the pain, she liked the way it happened.


On the other hand, Shamsher's hands were playing over her jeans. But the jeans was too thick to give away anything. Shamsher soon gave up his efforts to pull up the jeans from legs but instead he shifted himself towards her shapely arse.


Subhash's hands were mad in desperation and frustration. He was trying very hard to get her boobs our of the tight Bra. Finally he tried to put his hands inside from the top of the cup to pull out the globes.
The bra was tight but boobs were soft like cream.


It pained a lot to chitra and for a moment she thought she should herself open the Bra for him. She was in pain but also enjoying being felt so openly, for the first time in her life. It forced her to gasp and moan loud enough to be heard by Subhash.


Shamsher now positioned himself to enjoy her belly. His hands were freely exploiting her creamy belly. He had opened the final fifth button of the shirt and gained access to her complete frontal nudity protected only by bra.


The heat was getting out of control for chitra. Her moans were now loud and she was wet in between her legs. Her soft muffed moans and her tight creamy body was making both men crazy and hard to control.


Finaly shamsher's hands went directly on her jeans hook. Subhash bent on her cheek to kiss. She realized that she had to stop it now otherwise it would go beyond her control. It took lot of courage for her to open her eyes and hold shamsher's hands by wrist.


She held his hand firmly and strongly. He was not expecting any resistance and got furious for being stopped. He held both her hands in his one fist. Suddenly, subhash kept his lips on her cheeks, and muffed her with his hand.


She was shocked, she was not expecting this. And she heard Subhashji whispering in her ears:


Subhash: jyada aawaj maat karo, tumhara AC ka ticket hamare pass hai. Aur awaj karegi to ye shawl utha denge, phir saab tujhe aaisi dekhenge.


He pressed her boob over her bra with rough hands. Her moth was still muffed and his grip was so hard that she could not even moan. Shamsher took both her hands at her back and started to tie them with something. She had no idea what was going on and how things went out of her control.


As soon as he finished tyeing her hands, her jeans hook was under attack. She madly wiggled her legs in protest. Subhashji gripped her mouth even stronger and Shamsherji held her legs under his heavy thighs. It was now a child's play for Shamsherji to pop the jeans hook and then slowly unzip the jeans.


Subhashji (whispering): aab aagar aawj karegi to shawl utha denge aur light on karenge. Phir jitna chillana hai utna chilla. Hum to bhag jayenge, per teri izzat ka kya hoga soch.


She felt Shamshers hands teasing on her panty. And she was so afaird that he would bring it down at any time. She heard subhash and she knew that he had a point. She had no where to go. Even her AC ticket was now gone. The grip on her mouth was getting loose but her mouth was already dry. She couldnt speak a single word when Subhashji let go of her mouth, turned her over and completely opened her shirt with both hands.


He whispered again:


Subhashji: aab tu hamare saath chalegi, bathroom.
(his hands were adjustng the shawl on her body) Aur awaj maat karna, nahi to baas shawl khich lenge.
Phir tu aur teri izzat. Dekhlena.


She was dumbfound. Shamsherji forced her legs down making her stand. He hands were tied at her back and the shawl was covering her open shirt and open jeans. She knew that one word and her shawl will go away from her. Letting people see her budding bosom.


She walked straight closely followed by the duo. Her heart was beating fast and she thought of screaming also. But she wondered where was the courage lost.
Words refused to comeout of her mouth.


They reached the loo. Fortunately the loo was close to her seat and there was no one look. At least hey appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were looking around all her way if any one is watching her ordeal. Her heart was beating faster ans faster and she had no clue of whats going to happen now.


She was telling herself of a bargain, to request them to let go on a blow job. But there was very little time to open her mouth, she was pushed in the loo, the western style loo.


Shamsher now told subhash: Tu andar jaa mai yahan watch karta hoon. Koi aayega to bata dunga. Pehele usse nangi kaar, phir kahi bhagegi nahi


both of them laughed and pitied her. Chitra was standing in the stinking loo with hands tied at her back.
Looking down and cursing herself.


She heard the door being banged at her back and now heard Subhash's voice.


Subhashji: chaal chitra, aabe tere kapde utarenge


he had a cruel smile on his face.


Chitra: please subhashji, mujhe jaane do. Mai aapke aath jodti hoon


That was a typical dialogue any girl knows from hindi movie and as a villain, Subhashji did not pay any heed to her cry. Instead she could see him taking out a tiny pocket knife. It was small bu the blade was shiny and sharp. The fear was vividly sen in her eyes.


Subhashji enjoyed the fear. He knew that the young girl was now going to submit.


Subhashji: chaal aab dekhte hai ye bra kaise khulti hai.


He moved closer. Her heart was beating faster than ever . He pulled off the shawl and her eyes closed. She was unwillingly showing off her fashionable half cupped bra to him with wide open shirt.
Subhashji mauled her breasts over bra. Letting her moan in pain. This time he quickly understood where the hook was. So now he let his hands on her bra hook in front. He put the knife in his mouth and then with one pull, the hook was open.


The bra cupps were still holding her dignity. And
Subhashji didnt seem to be in hurry. He had to cut her hands free to take off the shirt and bra. Or may be cut the shirt hands and bra straps with knife ? He was thinking.


But instead, he turned his attention to her lower part. She was horrified to feel his hands on her already opened jeans hook. Now in light her white flowered panty was nicely visible.


She wiggled like a chicken with cut neck when he tried to pull down her jeans along with panty. That was the first time she was going to be seen naked by a man. And the place and the man were so inappropriate for her dream.


He pulled down the panty and jeans. Inch by inch. Enjoying the struggle on her face. He was mad to see the clean shaved vigina. He stopped there for a while, letting her jeans be at her knees. The desire to touch the reddish small and clean pussy was unstoppable. He touched her soft lips down there. She moaned softly.
And to his surprise, she was WET.


Subhashji rubbed his fingers over her jouice and showed it to her.


Subhashji: aaare itni garaam hai to phir nakhre kyon kaar rahi hai? Aachhe se chudwa le.


How could she explain him that any virgin woould turn wet by such touches. But that doesnt mean she is willing to be fucked. Her swinging head was denying the fact but her pussy had a different story to tell. It was even more wet with his direct touch.


He now immediately pulled down her jeans making her stark naked. Her resistance was getting weaker. Her jeans was totally naked from below.


He now opened the door handing over the shawl and her jeans and panty to Shamsherji. Poor girl couldnt even cover herself by her hands. They were tied behind. In order to save her dignity infront of Shamsherji, she turned around. Giving a glorious view of her shapely arse.


Subhashji: Aaare ladki to gilli hai, ye dekh


he forcefullt turned her around and then shamsher ji could have a closer look at her soft, unopened pussy. Such a shame and humiliation for her. The door was open and two ugly men were discussing her sexual arousal in a crudest manner, by touching her privates at their will.


Subhashji was holding her by shoulders and
Shamsherji was closely inspecting her wet pussy. Opening her lips as he wanted. She was protesting with trying to close her legs. Shamsherji now was trying to poke a finger in.


Shamsherji: bahit tight lagti hai yaar. Kabhi karwayi nahi hai kya?


He asked looking at her face in pain. She was disgusted to hear that question. But her legs wer automatically spreading wide to let his finger in. She was in a shock to see how the body was revolting against her wish. Shamsherji: saali kunwari lagti hai yaar. Jhilli ke saath...


He said taking out his wet finger from inside her. Her innocent face was still in pain and turrnng red in shame to stand naked infront of the two rowdy men. Now discussing her virginity and hymen.


Hearing Shamsherji's conclusion, subhashji was also tempted to check the hymen himself. He put her one leg on the broken commode edge and now let his finger slide in with littlee force. It was till a struggle inspite of being so wet. She was ust standing dumb and letting them play with her nubile body.


His investigation was over and they both seemed super excited. But the problem was now who will go first.


Shamelessly they tossed a coin. She was so ashamed of herself to let the coin decide her deflowerer. She had so many dreams to save it for her prince charming, and there she was, between two ugly desperate tossing a coin to loot her virginity.


For the last time she begged. Heavytly this time.


Chitra: please uncle, jaane do mujhe. Mai..mai aapko...


she couldnt say blow job. It was too insane for her to utter any such words. And the two men just laughed at her stammerring.


Shamsher: aare rotti kyon hai. Teri chut to kuchh aur hi bata rahi hai. Raani


the toss winner was Shamsherji, most notorious amongst the two.


Shamsherji: chaal aaja aab


he let her arms open, and subhash wen out for watch. She stood frozen infront of the beast. She was stiff and sobbing. But so was her pussy, it was getting wet and wet more.


Shamsherji removed his dhoti and let his 8 incher out.
The girth was the scary part of it. He was almost 4+ inches in diameter. Her jawas dropped to see the monster. And she was now very worried as to what was going to happen to the tiny hole.


Shamsherji removed her shirt and then bra, making her completely naked. He turned her around.. Such a humiliating inspection that was. Then slowly raised her chin.


Shamsherji: chaal, kaayde se karegi to kaam daard hoga, samjhi?


His had was massaging her pussy lips and some times slipping in. every time his thick finger entered, she was in immense pain. She was really scared now of getting deflowered.


He made her stand near the toilet window with her hands resting on it and positioned himself at her back. He had now complete access to her budding boobs. His cock was poking her arse. And to her surprise, she was moaning in light pleasure.


Shamsher suddenly turned her around, facing him.


Shamsher: teri chummi lete hai, mooh khol..


without waiting for her response, his rum spelling mouth was cheweing her soft thin lips. A nasty kiss, but a first one for chitra. She let his tong enter her soft pallet and press her boobs wildly as he kissed. It was amixed feeling of pain and pleasure.


He broke the kiss and let his mouth fall on her boobs. With the suddent attach, she let out a loud moan. Her nipples were already errect. His hand was again playing roughly with her pussy lips. She was moaning, taking support of his shoulders.


Shamsherji got aside.


Shamsherji: baas, aab raha ni jaa raha,


he opened the door and told subhash,


Shamsherji: aab chodene wala hoon, jaara dhyan rakhan koi aaye to batana.


Subhashji: jaara awaj kaam rakhna. Pehel baar hai to jaroor chillayegi


Shamsherji: haan haan, wo to sabhal lunga.


He closed the door and rremoved his top. He was sooo hairy and sweaty. He grabbed her in his huge arms.
And cudled her. She was some how njoying now. Her moans were louder and softer. May be she had surrendered herself to her fate.


He kissed her again, hard.


Shamsherji: uncle se chudegi na aab?


His hands were on her pussy and other hand kneading her boobs. She just nodded in shame and blush. He again raised her chin like a new bride.


He put a wooden plank on the broken commode seat and sat on it. He pulled her towards him with her legs astride. She was standing with legs wide spread. And she was going to do a very very courageous act. Rather he was gong to force her do that.


He slowly let her sit. He loved the pain on her face as the giant head touched her pussy, trying to open it.


Her hands were on his shoulders. Not resisting but not fully co operating. She was in pain and wanted to get up bu shamsher ji was too strong man. He Kept her forcing down. She was almost In tears. He now was at her hymen. The last defense of a virgin. And he had a wiered expression on his face. A pleasure of victory.


He pushed her face down on his. He got her into an unwilling kiss with his hand strongly gripping her neck. And NOW he gave the final blow, prssing her down on him. Letting his massive tool tearaway her soft hymen.


She was in severe pain but her struggle remained bounded in his arms. Her moan muffed by his stinking mouth.


She was a woman now. The tears in her eyes and the blood on his tool were a testimony to it. The most important moment of her life happened in the train bathroom with an ugly man. She could never forget how the tease went wrong.

(END OF SHORT STORY :2)