Romance My experience with love [Completed]
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A few days later, Dad took us to a movie. Movie evenings used to be amazing. We would often walk, shop, and eat out etc. post the movie. As with Ma, I loved Dad too. He was not strict or anything, so I thought he was cool. He used to help me with my studies, and till not too long ago, he used to play with me. Anyway, the next day after movie day was a Sunday so we spent all the next day doing all kinds of fun things. By nightfall, I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I had my dinner. I was woken up later in the night by the noises from my parents' room. I got up and walked to their bedroom door and I heard them both sigh.
"Honey, that was wonderful. It was like when we were young." That was my father.
"We are still young, mister!"
"Ha ha – yes, what I meant was that I forgot how great it used to be having sex with all that energy!"
My parents were ‘making love’! I sat on my knees and tried to hear. They were not talking loudly, so I could only hear mumbling and a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
"Suno ji, aapko aur bachche chahiye kya? (Do you want more children, Dear?)"
"Where did that come from?"
"No, I am just asking. If you want any more children, let us have them now, rather than later."
"No honey! I am very happy with you two. Expenses are growing. Soon Amar will start his higher education, and that requires a lot of money. I don’t earn enough to afford another child. I think I should rather raise one child very well, rather than many and not well."
They did not say anything for a few minutes… all I could hear was a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
"I am surprised how much he has grown. He is developing fast. Should he still be running around naked… and nursing from you? I mean he is bound to be looking at other girls' breasts by now." said Dad; not sounding angry or worried. He was simply concerned.
"Yes, you are right. I mean, he must start taking interest in girls soon. I like Rachna. She is so beautiful and good girl. I think he likes her too."
"Yes, she is a nice girl… and by breastfeeding her, you made her your daughter."
"Oho! So, are you my son, now?"
"Yes mommy!" Dad teased her.
What! Dad sucks Ma’s breasts?!
Ma giggled, "Honestly, I kind of liked it. They suck very differently from how you do it. The first time she requested for it… but now she demands it… as if she really is my own daughter… ha ha."
"Honey, I am telling you to stop breastfeeding Amar, and here you are talking about adding one more child in that list!" father complained pleasingly.
"Yes… no… no… You are right. I should wean them off…”
Some more squeaking sound, “But I am not worried about the nudity thing. I am just worried about them being safe."
"Is he… and Rachna, happy being naked?"
"Yes, I think so. He and Rachna both like to be naked in each other’s company."
"Interesting!"
"Did I tell you that Amar suckles her breasts too?"
"What! That naughty devil! Ha ha ha… But I am kind of relieved hearing this. He should focus on other girls of his own age… and not on his mother."
I heard some more creaking and squeaking.
"Do you think I should talk to Sharma?" Dad was referring to Rachna’s father.
"No, I don’t think so. I am not sure how they will react to it. I get a feeling that they are very conservative people and might not understand this at all. I like… no, I love that child and would not want anyone to hurt her."
Then they were quiet for some time, only the squeaking of bed continued for some time.
Then Ma said, "I feel kind of sad thinking that the children won’t suckle my breasts for longer time."
"Why? It is only natural. I don’t know anyone of his age who still suckles his mother."
"You did that till you were sixteen, mister!" my mother teased.
"Yes… and soon after, I got you. I think he will do fine… I mean if he can suckle that girl?"
"Stop saying her ‘that girl’… call her by her name or simply beti… bitiya... bahu…" Ma protested pleasingly.
Some more squeaking and creaking sound followed before Dad let a long, satisfied "aaahhhh" sound. After that everything was quiet. Waiting for some more time, I was about to leave when I heard Ma,
"But I think you should really talk to him (she chuckled). I can teach him many things, but you must contribute to his knowledge in that department. He knows very little. I wonder if he has started to masturbate."
They giggled together.
"So, my boy is becoming a man. It is hard to believe."
"Honey, that was wonderful. It was like when we were young." That was my father.
"We are still young, mister!"
"Ha ha – yes, what I meant was that I forgot how great it used to be having sex with all that energy!"
My parents were ‘making love’! I sat on my knees and tried to hear. They were not talking loudly, so I could only hear mumbling and a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
"Suno ji, aapko aur bachche chahiye kya? (Do you want more children, Dear?)"
"Where did that come from?"
"No, I am just asking. If you want any more children, let us have them now, rather than later."
"No honey! I am very happy with you two. Expenses are growing. Soon Amar will start his higher education, and that requires a lot of money. I don’t earn enough to afford another child. I think I should rather raise one child very well, rather than many and not well."
They did not say anything for a few minutes… all I could hear was a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
"I am surprised how much he has grown. He is developing fast. Should he still be running around naked… and nursing from you? I mean he is bound to be looking at other girls' breasts by now." said Dad; not sounding angry or worried. He was simply concerned.
"Yes, you are right. I mean, he must start taking interest in girls soon. I like Rachna. She is so beautiful and good girl. I think he likes her too."
"Yes, she is a nice girl… and by breastfeeding her, you made her your daughter."
"Oho! So, are you my son, now?"
"Yes mommy!" Dad teased her.
What! Dad sucks Ma’s breasts?!
Ma giggled, "Honestly, I kind of liked it. They suck very differently from how you do it. The first time she requested for it… but now she demands it… as if she really is my own daughter… ha ha."
"Honey, I am telling you to stop breastfeeding Amar, and here you are talking about adding one more child in that list!" father complained pleasingly.
"Yes… no… no… You are right. I should wean them off…”
Some more squeaking sound, “But I am not worried about the nudity thing. I am just worried about them being safe."
"Is he… and Rachna, happy being naked?"
"Yes, I think so. He and Rachna both like to be naked in each other’s company."
"Interesting!"
"Did I tell you that Amar suckles her breasts too?"
"What! That naughty devil! Ha ha ha… But I am kind of relieved hearing this. He should focus on other girls of his own age… and not on his mother."
I heard some more creaking and squeaking.
"Do you think I should talk to Sharma?" Dad was referring to Rachna’s father.
"No, I don’t think so. I am not sure how they will react to it. I get a feeling that they are very conservative people and might not understand this at all. I like… no, I love that child and would not want anyone to hurt her."
Then they were quiet for some time, only the squeaking of bed continued for some time.
Then Ma said, "I feel kind of sad thinking that the children won’t suckle my breasts for longer time."
"Why? It is only natural. I don’t know anyone of his age who still suckles his mother."
"You did that till you were sixteen, mister!" my mother teased.
"Yes… and soon after, I got you. I think he will do fine… I mean if he can suckle that girl?"
"Stop saying her ‘that girl’… call her by her name or simply beti… bitiya... bahu…" Ma protested pleasingly.
Some more squeaking and creaking sound followed before Dad let a long, satisfied "aaahhhh" sound. After that everything was quiet. Waiting for some more time, I was about to leave when I heard Ma,
"But I think you should really talk to him (she chuckled). I can teach him many things, but you must contribute to his knowledge in that department. He knows very little. I wonder if he has started to masturbate."
They giggled together.
"So, my boy is becoming a man. It is hard to believe."
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I got up early the next morning and I found that everyone else was awake too. Yes, eavesdropping at my parents must have led to my prolonged sleeping. Dad was not in his usual hurry. He told me that he had taken a day off, which was unusual for him. We had our breakfast together and that was after a long time. I enjoyed it. We cleared the table and father came and sat next to me. He put his arm around me.
"I love you son. I don’t want to say anything to embarrass you... but Ma told me about you sucking her breast and getting a stiffy, you know."
"Yes daddy."
"Well, let me explain some things to you..."
Next half an hour father told me about penis, testicles, penile health, erections, sperm, and its purpose. He told me that when a couple makes love, the intended goal is to make each other have the orgasm; more often husband and wife do it for having babies. He told me the importance of arousing your partner… sexual arousal relaxes the woman, lubricates her vaginal tunnel and allows the man to make love properly and ejaculate, that is, to release his sperm, inside her. He went through the whole explanation.
"So, is that what you two were doing last night?" I asked.
He was a bit surprised. But he did not say anything in disapproval.
"Yes. In common language we call it to have sex, but what your Ma and I do is ‘make love’. I love her, and that is one of intimate ways in which husband and wife express their love for each other."
I had questions about the word lund, and father tried to answer all my questions about it. Ma too joined us in the conversation. Sometime during it, she slipped my shorts down and showed Dad my penis.
"It is a beautiful penis, son. You should be very proud." He commended appreciatively. Ma left the room to let us talk about more ‘manly’ stuff.
"But it is not a lund yet!" I whined.
"It will be very soon, and you will have a beautiful penis."
"Can I see yours daddy?"
He did not hesitate. He sat up and slid his pajamas off. His penis looked huge to mine - way bigger than mine. His testicles seemed very heavy as they hung low and rocked back and forth as he moved. His nether region was covered in black, curly hair. I reached for it; he did not get angry. It was fully hard in no time. It also felt hot in my hand. The tip of it had a drop of clear liquid. I asked about it and he explained that it was his semen.
I asked about the size of my own penis, and said,
"Son, let me promise you that you will have a penis of the same size as or may be even bigger than mine one day. Just be patient; it grows till your early twenties. So, you have plenty of time."
"Cool!" I said, "Are you and Ma going to make love now?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Your penis is hard."
"Well, we had sex last night. If she is rested and willing, then we probably will do it again."
I started asking more questions about it. He told me to hold off.
"I have a better idea. Let us go to your mother."
Father walked in front of me with his big erect penis bobbing around. We opened the door and Ma was sitting on the bed, wearing a maxi. She looked up and was amused to see daddy in that state of nakedness.
"Honey, he has more questions. I was showing him what a grown man is like, but he is asking a lot more about the ladies stuff."
Dad walked over, sat next to Ma and kissed her on the neck.
"Perhaps we can answer some questions for him." he said.
He casually laid a hand on Ma’s thigh and started to pull her maxi up. Ma did not protest. She knew that the deluge that she herself had allowed to form could not be contained now.
"Pay attention son, the woman’s vagina has this area here..."
Dad went on to point to her slit and then the clitoris. I was surprised to see that Ma was completely hairless down there, while Rachna had a soft fuzz of hair. It was much later that I discovered the power of hair-removal creams and even better, the waxing process. But I decided to hold that thought off and concentrate on my learning. He told me stimulation of the clitoris would make her have an orgasm the same as when a guy rubbed the head of his penis. I sat there staring with an obvious erection.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"You mean how do we make love?"
"Yes."
"Should we show him?" he asked Ma.
"Well, it won’t hurt. It is better for him to see that than to get the wrong idea from friends or adult fiction. He should know that making love should be all about making love after all."
Dad smiled and moved over Ma and they started kissing. It felt very icky and strange to me. I always thought that Ma belonged to me; but clearly, she did not. She belonged more to Dad. He had already stripped Ma of her maxi and was busy groping her breasts lovingly. He played with her clitoris for a couple of minutes.
"See son, when I stick my fingers inside her vagina, she is all wet now. That means she is now sexually aroused. I am going to show you the basics."
Daddy slid his penis into mother and began to have sex with her. He seemed to forget that I was there and why I was there. When he was humping her, he moved down to suck on her breast. His other fingers squeezed Ma's free nipple. He then showed me another position. He fucked Ma as she rolled on her side. While taking her that way, he winked at me. After about five minutes, Ma groaned loud. Dad's own groans followed, and he slumped as his waist bucked. When it was done, they giggled.
And I was wondering, what had happened to them!
"So, that is how a man and a woman make love!"
"It looks so… boring!" I said.
Honestly, it was not impressive at all. They both laughed and rolled on the bed.
"It will not feel bored, when you will do it, son." Ma assured me.
"I love you son. I don’t want to say anything to embarrass you... but Ma told me about you sucking her breast and getting a stiffy, you know."
"Yes daddy."
"Well, let me explain some things to you..."
Next half an hour father told me about penis, testicles, penile health, erections, sperm, and its purpose. He told me that when a couple makes love, the intended goal is to make each other have the orgasm; more often husband and wife do it for having babies. He told me the importance of arousing your partner… sexual arousal relaxes the woman, lubricates her vaginal tunnel and allows the man to make love properly and ejaculate, that is, to release his sperm, inside her. He went through the whole explanation.
"So, is that what you two were doing last night?" I asked.
He was a bit surprised. But he did not say anything in disapproval.
"Yes. In common language we call it to have sex, but what your Ma and I do is ‘make love’. I love her, and that is one of intimate ways in which husband and wife express their love for each other."
I had questions about the word lund, and father tried to answer all my questions about it. Ma too joined us in the conversation. Sometime during it, she slipped my shorts down and showed Dad my penis.
"It is a beautiful penis, son. You should be very proud." He commended appreciatively. Ma left the room to let us talk about more ‘manly’ stuff.
"But it is not a lund yet!" I whined.
"It will be very soon, and you will have a beautiful penis."
"Can I see yours daddy?"
He did not hesitate. He sat up and slid his pajamas off. His penis looked huge to mine - way bigger than mine. His testicles seemed very heavy as they hung low and rocked back and forth as he moved. His nether region was covered in black, curly hair. I reached for it; he did not get angry. It was fully hard in no time. It also felt hot in my hand. The tip of it had a drop of clear liquid. I asked about it and he explained that it was his semen.
I asked about the size of my own penis, and said,
"Son, let me promise you that you will have a penis of the same size as or may be even bigger than mine one day. Just be patient; it grows till your early twenties. So, you have plenty of time."
"Cool!" I said, "Are you and Ma going to make love now?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Your penis is hard."
"Well, we had sex last night. If she is rested and willing, then we probably will do it again."
I started asking more questions about it. He told me to hold off.
"I have a better idea. Let us go to your mother."
Father walked in front of me with his big erect penis bobbing around. We opened the door and Ma was sitting on the bed, wearing a maxi. She looked up and was amused to see daddy in that state of nakedness.
"Honey, he has more questions. I was showing him what a grown man is like, but he is asking a lot more about the ladies stuff."
Dad walked over, sat next to Ma and kissed her on the neck.
"Perhaps we can answer some questions for him." he said.
He casually laid a hand on Ma’s thigh and started to pull her maxi up. Ma did not protest. She knew that the deluge that she herself had allowed to form could not be contained now.
"Pay attention son, the woman’s vagina has this area here..."
Dad went on to point to her slit and then the clitoris. I was surprised to see that Ma was completely hairless down there, while Rachna had a soft fuzz of hair. It was much later that I discovered the power of hair-removal creams and even better, the waxing process. But I decided to hold that thought off and concentrate on my learning. He told me stimulation of the clitoris would make her have an orgasm the same as when a guy rubbed the head of his penis. I sat there staring with an obvious erection.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"You mean how do we make love?"
"Yes."
"Should we show him?" he asked Ma.
"Well, it won’t hurt. It is better for him to see that than to get the wrong idea from friends or adult fiction. He should know that making love should be all about making love after all."
Dad smiled and moved over Ma and they started kissing. It felt very icky and strange to me. I always thought that Ma belonged to me; but clearly, she did not. She belonged more to Dad. He had already stripped Ma of her maxi and was busy groping her breasts lovingly. He played with her clitoris for a couple of minutes.
"See son, when I stick my fingers inside her vagina, she is all wet now. That means she is now sexually aroused. I am going to show you the basics."
Daddy slid his penis into mother and began to have sex with her. He seemed to forget that I was there and why I was there. When he was humping her, he moved down to suck on her breast. His other fingers squeezed Ma's free nipple. He then showed me another position. He fucked Ma as she rolled on her side. While taking her that way, he winked at me. After about five minutes, Ma groaned loud. Dad's own groans followed, and he slumped as his waist bucked. When it was done, they giggled.
And I was wondering, what had happened to them!
"So, that is how a man and a woman make love!"
"It looks so… boring!" I said.
Honestly, it was not impressive at all. They both laughed and rolled on the bed.
"It will not feel bored, when you will do it, son." Ma assured me.
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I was not too sure about that. But I was sure that I loved sucking my Ma’s breasts. I moved up to nurse on her sweaty breasts. She simply laughed, commenting on how the father, son and daughter trio are taking their toll on her. Hearing this Dad too joined me and sucked the other breast. I must tell you with utmost honesty that I was never so happy with my parents at the same time like that. The three of us feel asleep together. In my sleep, I opened my eyes and saw that my parents were in each other’s arms.
I was very happy. When I got up, father had gone out to do some chores. I took a bath and had my lunch. Rachna did not come that day and afternoon was as boring as possible. With nothing better to do, I went to my parents’ room, where Ma was reading a magazine. I got into bed and slid next to her. I snuggled next to Ma and unbuttoned her blouse and started to suckle her breast and play with the other. She did not stop me despite telling Dad that she would try to wean me from her. So, I continued suckling her breasts — both of them several times! I think at one point, she had had enough; she asked if everything was okay.
"Yes Ma! But I have something to tell you."
Ma hesitated for a moment and then said, "What son?"
"Ma, I will suckle Rachna’s breasts but will not insert my penis inside her."
"You like Rachna’s breasts?"
"Yes Ma."
"You would like to suck her milk?"
"Yes Ma."
"Then you will have to make a baby with her. Remember? I told you. She will make milk in her breasts only when she has a baby. When I had you, I made a lot of milk. After having you, I never had a baby, so I can’t make milk anymore. But I always made sure that I continued to give you my milk as long as I could."
"Yes Ma. Thank you for that. But it looked boring and a lot of exercise."
"You will love it." She ruffled my hair.
"Hmm…"
"And remember, a woman’s or a girl’s vagina is really a temple."
"A temple, Ma?"
"Yes Beta! A temple. It is a sacred place. New life starts here after all! Therefore, making love is a sacred act. In this act, the woman and the man are priests, and vagina is the temple. Always remember that. Always respect women."
"Yes Ma."
"And don’t forget that if you want to do it with Rachna, she too should want to do it with you. Her breasts are her own; her vagina is her own… her body is her own. only she can share her body with you. Similarly, she should also want to marry you and allow you to make baby with her. Understood?"
"Yes Ma."
"Good. Now tell me, when are you going to stop sucking my breasts?"
Her question hit me hard in my chest.
"I don’t know Ma; it feels so good."
"Yes, even I feel very good. But honey, you must stop it someday."
"Do you want me to stop Ma?" my eyes almost welled up.
I am sure mother did not have the heart to see me like this. I never asked my parents for anything… and this was such a loving thing to do. She pulled my head between her breasts and whispered,
"No honey, I don’t… I don’t."
I was very happy. When I got up, father had gone out to do some chores. I took a bath and had my lunch. Rachna did not come that day and afternoon was as boring as possible. With nothing better to do, I went to my parents’ room, where Ma was reading a magazine. I got into bed and slid next to her. I snuggled next to Ma and unbuttoned her blouse and started to suckle her breast and play with the other. She did not stop me despite telling Dad that she would try to wean me from her. So, I continued suckling her breasts — both of them several times! I think at one point, she had had enough; she asked if everything was okay.
"Yes Ma! But I have something to tell you."
Ma hesitated for a moment and then said, "What son?"
"Ma, I will suckle Rachna’s breasts but will not insert my penis inside her."
"You like Rachna’s breasts?"
"Yes Ma."
"You would like to suck her milk?"
"Yes Ma."
"Then you will have to make a baby with her. Remember? I told you. She will make milk in her breasts only when she has a baby. When I had you, I made a lot of milk. After having you, I never had a baby, so I can’t make milk anymore. But I always made sure that I continued to give you my milk as long as I could."
"Yes Ma. Thank you for that. But it looked boring and a lot of exercise."
"You will love it." She ruffled my hair.
"Hmm…"
"And remember, a woman’s or a girl’s vagina is really a temple."
"A temple, Ma?"
"Yes Beta! A temple. It is a sacred place. New life starts here after all! Therefore, making love is a sacred act. In this act, the woman and the man are priests, and vagina is the temple. Always remember that. Always respect women."
"Yes Ma."
"And don’t forget that if you want to do it with Rachna, she too should want to do it with you. Her breasts are her own; her vagina is her own… her body is her own. only she can share her body with you. Similarly, she should also want to marry you and allow you to make baby with her. Understood?"
"Yes Ma."
"Good. Now tell me, when are you going to stop sucking my breasts?"
Her question hit me hard in my chest.
"I don’t know Ma; it feels so good."
"Yes, even I feel very good. But honey, you must stop it someday."
"Do you want me to stop Ma?" my eyes almost welled up.
I am sure mother did not have the heart to see me like this. I never asked my parents for anything… and this was such a loving thing to do. She pulled my head between her breasts and whispered,
"No honey, I don’t… I don’t."
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One day, my friend Wasim came to discuss something. He had told me that he would come, but I had forgotten all about it. Ma assumed that because I had invited Wasim, I would be properly dressed, so she let him go to my room without thinking twice. I was there, sitting clad only in a shirt and naked down below. Wasim was surprised to see me like that.
"Arre yaar! Tu to nanga hai! (Hey! You are naked!)" he exclaimed.
I too was shocked seeing him there.
“Wasim! Tu?”
“Yes. We were supposed to discuss today. Remember? But do you stay naked at home?”
Wasim was a very close friend. We always supported each other in studies and even in… exams (as in copying from each other). But this was the first time that he had seen me like this. After a brief deliberation, I decided that it was okay to tell him the truth.
“Yes.” I said.
“Don’t uncle ji and auntie ji object to it?”
“No. I can be naked in front of them.”
“Wow! That is awesome! They are super parents!”
He waited, looking at my penis. I did not say anything.
“Does it get erect?” he asked.
“It has started to… more frequently now.”
“Good… because otherwise it is similar to those of young boys.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you have no hair on it yet… but then you are younger to me. I too had nothing on it a year and a half ago. So, you have time.”
“How is yours?”
“Do you want to see?”
I nodded.
Wasim unzipped and slid down his pants and undergarment. His penis was erect. It was circumcised, which he explained as a religious ritual that was required for Muslim males. It was bigger than mine, but smaller than my Dad’s. So, age has an effect on the growth. Of course, as had explained, it had hair… like Rachna had.
“Your nunnu looks beautiful... mine is ugly.”
I did not comment on what he said. It indeed looked ugly, especially with the exposed, circumcised head. Also, I now had four people who had declared that my penis was beautiful. So, I guess, it must be beautiful.
“Have you used it anywhere?” Wasim asked me in his conspiratorial voice.
I understood that he was asking me about whether I had any experience in sex. But I had an impeccable image in school and somehow, I felt that talking about sexual experience with him may diminish my image.
“Matlab (What do you mean)?”
“Arre, have you slid it inside a girl?”
“No! In whom I will slide it!”
“Why? Rachna to hamesha tujhse chipki rehti hai (Rachna is always with you)!”
True, but I could not divulge my level of intimacy with Rachna to him. Wasim too was suggesting that there should be an intimacy between me and Rachna. Interesting! I never knew that our relationship was so obviously observed in school.
“Why can’t I do it with Lubna?” Lubna was his sister and was my age.
“Sure you can.” He declared nonchalantly, “I did not know you were interested in her.”
I thought he would get angry, but his nonchalance surprised me.
“Tune (Did you)?” I asked him.
“Yes! I did a couple of times.”
“What! Who?” I was shocked. It was a big news for a boy like me, who was reaching towards puberty.
“What do you mean, who? Your Bhabhi, who else?”
I was aware that Wasim was engaged to be married to his cousin. Although she was older than him by about five years, it was fine by both families. The plan was to get them married soon after the exams were over. Although he was still studying, he was not too much in to studies anyway, and their families were in traditional businesses of brassware and clothing. Wasim was already spending after school time at the shops and was expected to take care of the new shop. I guess, once a man starts earning his livelihood, they become eligible to get married.
Upon my request, he gave me a detailed account of how they made love. I guess, even he wanted an audience for his stories. He told me a new word for women’s private parts – ‘bur’. His story had a positive effect on me, which showed. Wasim held my penis in his hand and evaluated it for hardness and length. He told me that it was promising and that I should have a good-sized adult penis in no time. He told me not to waste my energies on masturbating, and let the semen grow stronger inside me. He said it was not a healthy thing and should be done only occasionally. I thought his advice was appropriate: for me, Wasim had already become a man – he was now several notches ahead of me.
"Arre yaar! Tu to nanga hai! (Hey! You are naked!)" he exclaimed.
I too was shocked seeing him there.
“Wasim! Tu?”
“Yes. We were supposed to discuss today. Remember? But do you stay naked at home?”
Wasim was a very close friend. We always supported each other in studies and even in… exams (as in copying from each other). But this was the first time that he had seen me like this. After a brief deliberation, I decided that it was okay to tell him the truth.
“Yes.” I said.
“Don’t uncle ji and auntie ji object to it?”
“No. I can be naked in front of them.”
“Wow! That is awesome! They are super parents!”
He waited, looking at my penis. I did not say anything.
“Does it get erect?” he asked.
“It has started to… more frequently now.”
“Good… because otherwise it is similar to those of young boys.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you have no hair on it yet… but then you are younger to me. I too had nothing on it a year and a half ago. So, you have time.”
“How is yours?”
“Do you want to see?”
I nodded.
Wasim unzipped and slid down his pants and undergarment. His penis was erect. It was circumcised, which he explained as a religious ritual that was required for Muslim males. It was bigger than mine, but smaller than my Dad’s. So, age has an effect on the growth. Of course, as had explained, it had hair… like Rachna had.
“Your nunnu looks beautiful... mine is ugly.”
I did not comment on what he said. It indeed looked ugly, especially with the exposed, circumcised head. Also, I now had four people who had declared that my penis was beautiful. So, I guess, it must be beautiful.
“Have you used it anywhere?” Wasim asked me in his conspiratorial voice.
I understood that he was asking me about whether I had any experience in sex. But I had an impeccable image in school and somehow, I felt that talking about sexual experience with him may diminish my image.
“Matlab (What do you mean)?”
“Arre, have you slid it inside a girl?”
“No! In whom I will slide it!”
“Why? Rachna to hamesha tujhse chipki rehti hai (Rachna is always with you)!”
True, but I could not divulge my level of intimacy with Rachna to him. Wasim too was suggesting that there should be an intimacy between me and Rachna. Interesting! I never knew that our relationship was so obviously observed in school.
“Why can’t I do it with Lubna?” Lubna was his sister and was my age.
“Sure you can.” He declared nonchalantly, “I did not know you were interested in her.”
I thought he would get angry, but his nonchalance surprised me.
“Tune (Did you)?” I asked him.
“Yes! I did a couple of times.”
“What! Who?” I was shocked. It was a big news for a boy like me, who was reaching towards puberty.
“What do you mean, who? Your Bhabhi, who else?”
I was aware that Wasim was engaged to be married to his cousin. Although she was older than him by about five years, it was fine by both families. The plan was to get them married soon after the exams were over. Although he was still studying, he was not too much in to studies anyway, and their families were in traditional businesses of brassware and clothing. Wasim was already spending after school time at the shops and was expected to take care of the new shop. I guess, once a man starts earning his livelihood, they become eligible to get married.
Upon my request, he gave me a detailed account of how they made love. I guess, even he wanted an audience for his stories. He told me a new word for women’s private parts – ‘bur’. His story had a positive effect on me, which showed. Wasim held my penis in his hand and evaluated it for hardness and length. He told me that it was promising and that I should have a good-sized adult penis in no time. He told me not to waste my energies on masturbating, and let the semen grow stronger inside me. He said it was not a healthy thing and should be done only occasionally. I thought his advice was appropriate: for me, Wasim had already become a man – he was now several notches ahead of me.
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Rachna continued to come over to our place and would often ruefully complain how her parents discouraged her from making visits to my house. She started to dress more conservatively as her parents told her that she was getting ‘bigger’. I really did not understand what that meant. Ma understood. She devised a new plan so that Sharmas did not object much to Rachna’s frequent visits to our home. Ma started teaching her how to cook some of her signature dishes. Rachna learned and replicated them at her home. She also started helping her mother with the household chores. Her parents were delighted with this development and thought that it was okay for her to visit us, as Ma was a positive influence over their daughter.
A few times her mother or both her parents would suddenly drop by to check on her. They were happy to see Rachna behave in the expected ‘traditional’ manner. But unknown to them, while the Sharmas were putting restrictions on their daughter, Ma was trying to help her grow. At her own home, Rachna was never allowed to wear anything but shalwar kurta. But here she could be anyway she liked. Ma kept an assortment of clothes for her, including half-pants. A lot of times Rachna would be naked just like me. She used to hesitate in front of Dad. But one day, Ma asked her to strip in front of him too, so that she understood it was nothing to be ashamed of or being worried of. With great hesitation she did. Dad hugged her and kissed her cheeks and blessed her. After that she felt comfortable in front of him too. Dad anyway was not at home in the daytime when she used to visit us.
Ma allowed her to be the way she liked when she was at our home: and she loved that freedom. When she used to have her periods, she would wear clothes, but other times she used to wear minimal or no clothes. One day, when all three of us were relaxing, Rachna started to unbutton Ma’s blouse. Ma thought it was for the usual breastfeeding, but she continued to even remove her saree.
“Do you want to see me naked, beta?”
Rachna nodded.
“I look same as you.” Ma said but did not stop her from doing what she was doing.
Soon Ma was completely naked. One could see how happy Rachna was to see Ma naked like that. She sat in front of Ma on her knees, and with folded hands, she prostrated as if to offer worship or respect to her. Ma became emotional. Rachna too became emotional. I sat there clueless… I understood that Rachna was showing her respect and love for Ma, but what was there to cry for!
“Ma, how lucky I would have been had I taken birth from you!” Rachna said.
“Oh honey! Come here beta, come here!” Ma said and hugged her with so much love that words can not describe it. I remember how that day Ma herself pressed her nipple inside Rachna’s lips for her to suckle. It was a hypnotic scene. It was amazing to see Ma mother Rachna in such manner. I could only watch and appreciate.
A few times her mother or both her parents would suddenly drop by to check on her. They were happy to see Rachna behave in the expected ‘traditional’ manner. But unknown to them, while the Sharmas were putting restrictions on their daughter, Ma was trying to help her grow. At her own home, Rachna was never allowed to wear anything but shalwar kurta. But here she could be anyway she liked. Ma kept an assortment of clothes for her, including half-pants. A lot of times Rachna would be naked just like me. She used to hesitate in front of Dad. But one day, Ma asked her to strip in front of him too, so that she understood it was nothing to be ashamed of or being worried of. With great hesitation she did. Dad hugged her and kissed her cheeks and blessed her. After that she felt comfortable in front of him too. Dad anyway was not at home in the daytime when she used to visit us.
Ma allowed her to be the way she liked when she was at our home: and she loved that freedom. When she used to have her periods, she would wear clothes, but other times she used to wear minimal or no clothes. One day, when all three of us were relaxing, Rachna started to unbutton Ma’s blouse. Ma thought it was for the usual breastfeeding, but she continued to even remove her saree.
“Do you want to see me naked, beta?”
Rachna nodded.
“I look same as you.” Ma said but did not stop her from doing what she was doing.
Soon Ma was completely naked. One could see how happy Rachna was to see Ma naked like that. She sat in front of Ma on her knees, and with folded hands, she prostrated as if to offer worship or respect to her. Ma became emotional. Rachna too became emotional. I sat there clueless… I understood that Rachna was showing her respect and love for Ma, but what was there to cry for!
“Ma, how lucky I would have been had I taken birth from you!” Rachna said.
“Oh honey! Come here beta, come here!” Ma said and hugged her with so much love that words can not describe it. I remember how that day Ma herself pressed her nipple inside Rachna’s lips for her to suckle. It was a hypnotic scene. It was amazing to see Ma mother Rachna in such manner. I could only watch and appreciate.
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One more afternoon, Rachna was exploring my penis, continuing to fondle it with her fingers: gently and slowly, squeezing lightly or running a finger around the tip. It was so different that I stopped to look down at what she was doing. I studied her fingers closely, feeling a new and beguiling pleasure at her touch.
"Feels good?" she asked, studying my facial expressions. I noticed that she was really whispering. She had a look of interest, curiosity, and happiness.
"Yes" I whispered back.
Her touch had me spellbound. My tip tickled strangely, and the skin of my glans seemed to cling to her soft fingers.
"You like that." she whispered, confirming my desire.
"Yes. It feels nice."
"And when I squeeze this way?"
"Oooohhh… keep doing it."
Constantly observing my reactions, she continued fondling me. She was speaking to me secretively, as if no one were supposed to hear us. I noticed that my penis had grown larger than its usual size of erection. It was something quite new to me. I wanted us to go to my room, because it felt like something very private that we needed to do very privately. I had attained a size when her entire hand was now enfolding me, and at that point she began to delicately pump me.
Her own expressions told me that she was delighted at the size of my erection, and she made several appreciative remarks about how my chhunni was now becoming a lund. Hopefully, she continued to pump and after a couple of minutes of her pumping, I experienced my first ever ejaculation! It was not a forceful ejaculation – my semen, which was mostly white in color, appeared to simply ebb out of my penis over her hand.
She smiled, "Tumse ab bach kar rehna padega (I now need to stay at a safe distance from you).”
"Why?" I did not understand the sudden need.
"Honey, you have now become a man! You are now capable of making a baby in me."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. See this (she showed me my semen)? This is your seed. It can make a baby in me."
"Will you let my chhunni inside your slit?"
“That’s what I am telling you… if you let your chunni inside me, you will deposit your seed inside me. And then I will have a baby.”
“I understand that… but will you allow me?”
"Ha ha! If you behave nicely… but that can be dangerous!"
I could not ask her more, because what Rachna did next was even more amazing. She licked a bit of semen off her hand.
"Taste it?" she offered.
I nodded and took a lick.
"Not bad?" she declared, and asked.
"Yes. Not bad."
I looked at her – she looked very beautiful today. She was wearing a shalwar and kurta.
"Let me wash it off."
We went to the bathroom, where Rachna washed her hand, and I cleaned my penis. When we were inside my room, I proceeded to do my favorite activity – to suckle from her. I had never stripped Rachna off her kurta. When I removed it, I was curious to see her sporting a pair of brasseries. I had seen Ma wearing them only when she was going out; she never wore anything when she was at home. I could see the soft swell of her flesh extending invitingly into her brasseries. I ran my finger over it.
"Why are you wearing it?" I asked.
She told me that a bra supports a woman’s boobs securely.
"But Ma very rarely wears it."
"I understand. I hate wearing it! It hurts."
She turned to face away from me; I noticed that it was secured with a hook. I unhooked her bra and started to touch her breasts and nipples. I held one breast up and squeezed a little, so her nipple invitingly protruded for me to suck. The sensation of her soft nipple was amazing as always. She moaned and smiled. I could hear her breathing becoming deep, as it always did. Very soon, I was erect. Again. Rachna was greatly pleased and surprised when she noticed it. She told me that her father never got hard again that soon.
"Are you impressed?" I asked.
She nodded.
"A reward then?"
"Ha ha… you are already holding it in your hand!" she chided me pleasantly.
"Noooo… I suck you all the time. Let me enter you?"
She smiled. She understood what I wanted. I think in her mind, she too must have been thinking about this possibility soon. She did not hesitate. She started to undo the string of her shalwar and in one go, she slipped both her shalwar and panties down, standing butt naked in front of me after a very long time. She proceeded to lie down on the bed and spread her thighs apart to allow me access and at the same time grazed her hand on my erect penis.
"Hmmm. You are a naughty boy." She smiled. I smiled.
She took my hand and pulled me towards her. She kissed my hand and whispered, "You have become a very handsome, and a very naughty boy."
I looked at naked Rachna lovingly. My penis lurched. She was so young, so slim and so firm! Her legs seemed long and waist narrow; her hips were moderately and firmly round. Her vaginal lips were covered with curly pubic hair that covered her vulva and extended down the length of her slit, which now very slightly parted.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
I nodded, excitedly.
"I also love what I see. You do not have a boy’s chhunni anymore... it is a beautiful, perfectly shaped penis. Now honey, put it in me. Slow. OK?"
I had no idea of what to do. I let the head of my penis rest on her mons.
"Be very careful and slow. OK?" she cautioned again.
"Have you done it before?" I asked.
"What do you think I am? A prostitute?" she said indignantly.
"Sorry Rachna. I did not mean it that way. It is just that I do not know how to do it. If know you can guide me."
"Oh. OK. No, I think we will know by ourselves. Just try to slide it inside me slow. I don’t want to get hurt or anything."
With no guidance on offer from her, I trusted what Dad taught. Grasping the shaft of my penis, I swiped it over her cleft and then rested my penis on her at the entrance to her vagina. I started to slowly push, dilating the tight ring of her opening in the process. I was happy to see that my head was now buried inside her. I think Rachna was holding her breath during this time; when I stopped, she let out a slight whimper. I stayed there in the same position, unwittingly letting her vagina adjust to this unfamiliar intrusion.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
She nodded and looked downwards. "You can push some more."
We both did not know what to expect during our first ever coupling, but the surprise on her face was matched by the pleased and pained widening of her eyes as I entered her slowly, deeply, and smoothly. She stared at me with wild-eyed surprise.
"Oh God! Amar… ooohhh! It is very big!"
At her comment, I felt as if my penis fattened a little bit inside her. She had told me not to move, so I was in that position inside Rachna. I do not know how to describe that feeling. It was not pleasurable, as my parents claimed. But it felt nice - her muscles contracted over my length and it was warm and slippery inside. I think you can not keep nature at bay for a long time; instinctively, I moved in and out. Slowly.
"Do that again?" she exclaimed.
I did. She nodded. Nature was about to take over our actions. This time I slid in a bit faster. Rachna let out a stifled sigh. I did that again and thus, I began fucking her with the slow, steady rhythm. Her mouth opened. Her inner muscles began to squeeze and contract.
"Oh Amar. This is dangerous… but so good." she whispered, "Keep doing what you are doing."
I did. And thus, in almost no time, I felt that she stiffened, her eyes narrowed, her fingers dug into my arms, and I thought she wept softly. Her entire body had gone into a lock of pleasure; it was my first time too and I had no idea what to expect. Almost about the same time, I too squirted inside her. She felt it happening for me and for her at the same time. I noticed that her eyes were glazed with pleasure as I squirted again. In a natural response, I slowed and lengthened my thrust, hoping to prolong the pleasure; in doing so another hot spurt came out of me with a force that made me moan.
As my ejaculations subsided, Rachna too came out of her climax and settled into the bed with fatigued whimper. She closed her eyes, pulled me against her and started breathing normally again. I kissed her ear and throat and hid my face in between her breasts. We hugged and rested.
She purred, "Did you like your reward?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
"Feels good?" she asked, studying my facial expressions. I noticed that she was really whispering. She had a look of interest, curiosity, and happiness.
"Yes" I whispered back.
Her touch had me spellbound. My tip tickled strangely, and the skin of my glans seemed to cling to her soft fingers.
"You like that." she whispered, confirming my desire.
"Yes. It feels nice."
"And when I squeeze this way?"
"Oooohhh… keep doing it."
Constantly observing my reactions, she continued fondling me. She was speaking to me secretively, as if no one were supposed to hear us. I noticed that my penis had grown larger than its usual size of erection. It was something quite new to me. I wanted us to go to my room, because it felt like something very private that we needed to do very privately. I had attained a size when her entire hand was now enfolding me, and at that point she began to delicately pump me.
Her own expressions told me that she was delighted at the size of my erection, and she made several appreciative remarks about how my chhunni was now becoming a lund. Hopefully, she continued to pump and after a couple of minutes of her pumping, I experienced my first ever ejaculation! It was not a forceful ejaculation – my semen, which was mostly white in color, appeared to simply ebb out of my penis over her hand.
She smiled, "Tumse ab bach kar rehna padega (I now need to stay at a safe distance from you).”
"Why?" I did not understand the sudden need.
"Honey, you have now become a man! You are now capable of making a baby in me."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. See this (she showed me my semen)? This is your seed. It can make a baby in me."
"Will you let my chhunni inside your slit?"
“That’s what I am telling you… if you let your chunni inside me, you will deposit your seed inside me. And then I will have a baby.”
“I understand that… but will you allow me?”
"Ha ha! If you behave nicely… but that can be dangerous!"
I could not ask her more, because what Rachna did next was even more amazing. She licked a bit of semen off her hand.
"Taste it?" she offered.
I nodded and took a lick.
"Not bad?" she declared, and asked.
"Yes. Not bad."
I looked at her – she looked very beautiful today. She was wearing a shalwar and kurta.
"Let me wash it off."
We went to the bathroom, where Rachna washed her hand, and I cleaned my penis. When we were inside my room, I proceeded to do my favorite activity – to suckle from her. I had never stripped Rachna off her kurta. When I removed it, I was curious to see her sporting a pair of brasseries. I had seen Ma wearing them only when she was going out; she never wore anything when she was at home. I could see the soft swell of her flesh extending invitingly into her brasseries. I ran my finger over it.
"Why are you wearing it?" I asked.
She told me that a bra supports a woman’s boobs securely.
"But Ma very rarely wears it."
"I understand. I hate wearing it! It hurts."
She turned to face away from me; I noticed that it was secured with a hook. I unhooked her bra and started to touch her breasts and nipples. I held one breast up and squeezed a little, so her nipple invitingly protruded for me to suck. The sensation of her soft nipple was amazing as always. She moaned and smiled. I could hear her breathing becoming deep, as it always did. Very soon, I was erect. Again. Rachna was greatly pleased and surprised when she noticed it. She told me that her father never got hard again that soon.
"Are you impressed?" I asked.
She nodded.
"A reward then?"
"Ha ha… you are already holding it in your hand!" she chided me pleasantly.
"Noooo… I suck you all the time. Let me enter you?"
She smiled. She understood what I wanted. I think in her mind, she too must have been thinking about this possibility soon. She did not hesitate. She started to undo the string of her shalwar and in one go, she slipped both her shalwar and panties down, standing butt naked in front of me after a very long time. She proceeded to lie down on the bed and spread her thighs apart to allow me access and at the same time grazed her hand on my erect penis.
"Hmmm. You are a naughty boy." She smiled. I smiled.
She took my hand and pulled me towards her. She kissed my hand and whispered, "You have become a very handsome, and a very naughty boy."
I looked at naked Rachna lovingly. My penis lurched. She was so young, so slim and so firm! Her legs seemed long and waist narrow; her hips were moderately and firmly round. Her vaginal lips were covered with curly pubic hair that covered her vulva and extended down the length of her slit, which now very slightly parted.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
I nodded, excitedly.
"I also love what I see. You do not have a boy’s chhunni anymore... it is a beautiful, perfectly shaped penis. Now honey, put it in me. Slow. OK?"
I had no idea of what to do. I let the head of my penis rest on her mons.
"Be very careful and slow. OK?" she cautioned again.
"Have you done it before?" I asked.
"What do you think I am? A prostitute?" she said indignantly.
"Sorry Rachna. I did not mean it that way. It is just that I do not know how to do it. If know you can guide me."
"Oh. OK. No, I think we will know by ourselves. Just try to slide it inside me slow. I don’t want to get hurt or anything."
With no guidance on offer from her, I trusted what Dad taught. Grasping the shaft of my penis, I swiped it over her cleft and then rested my penis on her at the entrance to her vagina. I started to slowly push, dilating the tight ring of her opening in the process. I was happy to see that my head was now buried inside her. I think Rachna was holding her breath during this time; when I stopped, she let out a slight whimper. I stayed there in the same position, unwittingly letting her vagina adjust to this unfamiliar intrusion.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
She nodded and looked downwards. "You can push some more."
We both did not know what to expect during our first ever coupling, but the surprise on her face was matched by the pleased and pained widening of her eyes as I entered her slowly, deeply, and smoothly. She stared at me with wild-eyed surprise.
"Oh God! Amar… ooohhh! It is very big!"
At her comment, I felt as if my penis fattened a little bit inside her. She had told me not to move, so I was in that position inside Rachna. I do not know how to describe that feeling. It was not pleasurable, as my parents claimed. But it felt nice - her muscles contracted over my length and it was warm and slippery inside. I think you can not keep nature at bay for a long time; instinctively, I moved in and out. Slowly.
"Do that again?" she exclaimed.
I did. She nodded. Nature was about to take over our actions. This time I slid in a bit faster. Rachna let out a stifled sigh. I did that again and thus, I began fucking her with the slow, steady rhythm. Her mouth opened. Her inner muscles began to squeeze and contract.
"Oh Amar. This is dangerous… but so good." she whispered, "Keep doing what you are doing."
I did. And thus, in almost no time, I felt that she stiffened, her eyes narrowed, her fingers dug into my arms, and I thought she wept softly. Her entire body had gone into a lock of pleasure; it was my first time too and I had no idea what to expect. Almost about the same time, I too squirted inside her. She felt it happening for me and for her at the same time. I noticed that her eyes were glazed with pleasure as I squirted again. In a natural response, I slowed and lengthened my thrust, hoping to prolong the pleasure; in doing so another hot spurt came out of me with a force that made me moan.
As my ejaculations subsided, Rachna too came out of her climax and settled into the bed with fatigued whimper. She closed her eyes, pulled me against her and started breathing normally again. I kissed her ear and throat and hid my face in between her breasts. We hugged and rested.
She purred, "Did you like your reward?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
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Soon after we were dressed. I sat on the bed watching her brush her hair. She looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"What?" she smiled, and asked softly.
"Rachna?"
"Yes?"
"Will we do this again?"
Her brush slowed, and stopped, and a heavy darkness seemed to fall on her. After a moment she said, "Oh, Amar."
"I was just asking." I said, kissing her nipple.
"We may do it again later." she said, "But don’t tell anyone else, other than Ma and Dad. Okay? Because... well..."
She paused. She searched for words.
"Well, people would say that this is nasty and then we would be in trouble. Possibly even Ma and Dad too."
I asked, "Why do they think it’s nasty?"
"They just do. Lots of people don’t like doing this."
"I do."
"You do? Really?"
"Yes. I liked doing it with you."
She grinned, "Glad to know."
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I did not tell anyone. But Rachna did. She told Ma. The very same day, while I was doing something else. What Ma did next was amazing. He hugged her and kissed her and told her that she would love to have her as her bahu (daughter in law) if she wanted to take me as her husband sometime in future. Rachna said that it was not a bad idea, especially because she loved Ma so much and was sure that she would be very happy in this home. That day Ma decided to pay a visit to Rachna’s home.
There she spoke with Rachna’s mother about the possibility of our marriage. I do not know what all they discussed, but Rachna’s mother told Ma that it was not possible because they were Brahmins, and therefore higher in caste. Moreover, they would want to marry their only daughter within the same caste. Rachna’s mother assured Ma that she liked everything about us – we were a positive influence over Rachna. She was studying well, she was learning household work well, and she was better behaved since she came in our contact. She also told Ma that she liked me as a possible husband for Rachna. But first I should make something of a career for me.
Needless to say that suddenly, Rachna’s visits to our home reduced to almost never. We only met each other in college. She told me that her mother believed that we would sweet talk her in to doing our bidding, and she did not want that to happen. Still, all was good, but soon we started our graduate education. And just like that our fledgling relationship finished. Rachna went to an engineering college in the same state, whereas I went to one of the best engineering college in India to pursue my education. But that was not the end of our story.
Rachna would later return in my life.
"What?" she smiled, and asked softly.
"Rachna?"
"Yes?"
"Will we do this again?"
Her brush slowed, and stopped, and a heavy darkness seemed to fall on her. After a moment she said, "Oh, Amar."
"I was just asking." I said, kissing her nipple.
"We may do it again later." she said, "But don’t tell anyone else, other than Ma and Dad. Okay? Because... well..."
She paused. She searched for words.
"Well, people would say that this is nasty and then we would be in trouble. Possibly even Ma and Dad too."
I asked, "Why do they think it’s nasty?"
"They just do. Lots of people don’t like doing this."
"I do."
"You do? Really?"
"Yes. I liked doing it with you."
She grinned, "Glad to know."
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I did not tell anyone. But Rachna did. She told Ma. The very same day, while I was doing something else. What Ma did next was amazing. He hugged her and kissed her and told her that she would love to have her as her bahu (daughter in law) if she wanted to take me as her husband sometime in future. Rachna said that it was not a bad idea, especially because she loved Ma so much and was sure that she would be very happy in this home. That day Ma decided to pay a visit to Rachna’s home.
There she spoke with Rachna’s mother about the possibility of our marriage. I do not know what all they discussed, but Rachna’s mother told Ma that it was not possible because they were Brahmins, and therefore higher in caste. Moreover, they would want to marry their only daughter within the same caste. Rachna’s mother assured Ma that she liked everything about us – we were a positive influence over Rachna. She was studying well, she was learning household work well, and she was better behaved since she came in our contact. She also told Ma that she liked me as a possible husband for Rachna. But first I should make something of a career for me.
Needless to say that suddenly, Rachna’s visits to our home reduced to almost never. We only met each other in college. She told me that her mother believed that we would sweet talk her in to doing our bidding, and she did not want that to happen. Still, all was good, but soon we started our graduate education. And just like that our fledgling relationship finished. Rachna went to an engineering college in the same state, whereas I went to one of the best engineering college in India to pursue my education. But that was not the end of our story.
Rachna would later return in my life.
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Cupid seemed to have abandoned me during the time of my graduate education. Although, I now knew much about relationships between opposite sexes, I did not have any opportunity to take it further. I did not get any opportunity to make a girlfriend, during my engineering college days. Although, there were many girls around, I did not find any of them attractive. Or perhaps, they did not find me attractive. You see, with new found freedom in their college & hostel, girls usually show a tendency towards those so called ‘studs’, who are richer, have bikes and the likes - it might have changed during the past couple of decades, but you know the type. I am not ashamed of saying that I had nothing of these - I received a very small allowance (pocket money) from my parents. That was sufficient to cover for occasional paranthas and chai in the hostel canteen, but not enough to allow any indulgence.
So, I did not stand a chance, when it came to college-time romance. People, who have attended or are attending engineering colleges, will attest to the fact that really good engineering colleges usually attract the worst lot, when it comes to the ‘attractive’ girls. Someone has rightly said that beauty and brains rarely go together. It might only be my limited observation… but four years of observation (total 7 observed batches) in a good engineering college must count for something.
Okay, before I digress too much from the topic at hand, one thing that I did ‘right’ during my college days, however, was to build my physique. I was extremely inspired by Arnold Schwarzenegger, having watched his numerous movies, and although I knew that I could never build like him, I was inspired to, and was able to develop a well sculpted and strong body… and with okay-ish face to go with it, I looked very presentable, and occasionally handsome. I still had no idea about how to dress sharply, something that my counterparts from big cities were able to do very well. I did not purchase my first pair of jeans till I started my first job. I mostly wore shirts and pants. You may remember those parallel pants that were a craze in early 90s. But you can not get amazing get-up in cheap clothes. Anyway, in addition to working out, I also focused on my social skills during college days, which helped me immensely as a human being. I participated in English debates, public speaking, and I also ran and won an election to work as student representative. All these things developed me as a man.
I was fortunate enough to attend an engineering college which was located close to mountains (please do not ask me the name of that college - privacy you know?). In the foothills there were trails that you could hike up and view the surrounding area. The college had a long-standing culture of adventure sports, cycling, rowing, trekking and the likes. As an integral part of my exercising regimen, I cycled a lot, especially on the hill side. That greatly helped in building the required strength and stamina, as well as shedding fat.
On one nice early winter Sunday, and I decided to do a double of cycling and hiking. I had the entire day to utilize as I did not have anything else to do. So, I simply wanted to enjoy the nicely cool weather, rather than wasting it away sleeping like many other boys. I had my breakfast very early in the morning, packed up my backpack with a few sandwiches from the mess, fruits, water & binoculars, and headed out.
It was a nice mild winter and I enjoyed cycling and later the climb to one secluded part of the hills that gave me a spectacular view of the valley. I pulled out my binoculars to view the scenery. Greenery and mist were the order of the day and the Sun light painted everything with golden color. I noticed that there were some other hikers in the area, but they were already leaving, and I swung my head around to see if I could catch their departure. What I caught, however, came as a surprise because it was the least likely place, I thought I would see something like that.
What I saw with my binoculars was a young mother contently nursing her infant. She was not very far away from where I was standing, so, I got a rather close look at her from my location. She was a local - I guessed she belonged to the Raji tribe; she was possibly in her mid-twenties. Raji people are known as the forest-dwellers and that could explain why she was there in the first place. However, nursing in open, was a new thing. She was wearing a blouse, buttons of which were completely undone, exposing fully her fair breasts. Should I add that her breasts were extremely beautiful! As I watched from my perch, I longed to be closer - to have a closer vista. I somehow dared a bit and decided that I would act as if I was hiking up the trail and stop close to her, to try my luck ogling her beautiful breasts. If she continued to nurse, I would have a good view. If she closed shop and left, I would be no worse off than I was. Overall, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
A fantastic gamble!
I put my binoculars in my backpack and proceeded quickly towards her so as not to miss any of the action and to add some realism to my planned rest stop. As I came upon her, I made sure she heard me coming, so she would not be startled. I took a deep breath and as I came beside her. I smiled and said ‘namaste’ (hello and salutation greeting in Hindi). I expected her to cover quickly at the minimum, or perhaps even bark obscenities at me at the worst. She did neither and instead, she replied decently to my greeting. I asked her whether I could sit near her, to which she did not object.
I took off my backpack, sat facing her and removed a sandwich to eat. She did not move or make any effort to cover her exposed bosoms, and continued to breastfeed the baby, as if I did not exist. Her breasts were very fair, I could see the blue veins coursing through them and merging at the center (nipples). Her areole was rather large; her baby’s mouth could not fully cover it. The areole was a lighter shade of brown - nicely fitting with the overall color scheme. She continued to coo to her baby, as the child suckled, not paying attention to me staring at her breasts. At one point she switched breasts and instead of closing the blouse flap on the just nursed breast, she left it open while she opened the other side and positioned the baby.
This gave me an excellent view of the breast as it peeked out of the blouse. Her breasts were firm. Along with the large light brown areola, was a nipple of reddish-brown color, thick - probably around the size of the tip of my thumb. It may have turned reddish because of sucking. Once she had the baby positioned and he was contently nursing, she covered the exposed breasts with the flap of the blouse, but not making great effort to cover it well, leaving a large part of the flesh still exposed. I had been staring for quite a while and by this time she knew that I was transfixed. She asked me if I came to the foothills often, to which I replied that occasionally, I rode my bicycle, but seldom had I hiked. She then told me that she liked the peaceful surroundings of the mountains and liked to nurse here when her household chores were done. I offered her a sandwich, but she declined. However, she accepted when I offered her some fruit. Indigenous people do not like to eat junk, I guess. Then, suddenly, out of the blue she asked me if I liked watching her nurse. I was startled at that question but replied honestly that I really DID enjoy watching her doing that, and hesitatingly I confessed that I thought her breasts were very beautiful.
She then asked if I had ever tasted mother’s milk. So many memories came rushing back to me at her question. Flashes of me sucking Ma’s and Rachna’s breasts came to my mind. I replied that I sure have suckled my Mother’s breasts, when I was a child, but I no longer had any memories of it. She smiled, and removed the flap of her blouse, uncovering her breast and asked me to suckle, if I so wanted. Just like that! I was dumbfounded.
Not believing what she just said, I asked her if she was sure. She said yes, and because she produced a large volume of milk, so she did not mind doing it for me. She continued by saying that I seemed decent and harmless enough, so she was not afraid of me. I must be the luckiest bastard on the whole Earth that day, I thought. As I moved slowly toward her, I could feel my heart beating strongly. Sitting, I tried to take the lactating nipple in my mouth. Feeling her thick nipple fit inside my mouth was a heavenly feeling. I began to suck and felt the warm, watery, and almost sweet milk hit the back of my throat. She held my head as I nursed and softly spoke of how she had plenty of milk and to suckle all I wanted.
I was in my own world and as the milk came freely, I forgot all about the world! I nursed on that breast for what seemed like fifteen minutes, but really it would only have been five minutes. I looked up at her and she offered me the other breast which I gleefully took. I could not get enough of it but had to finally stop for the fear of someone showing up on the trail. She asked me whether I was finished and had my fill and assured me that I could continue suckling if I wanted. I told her thanks, but I would rather save it for another time. She expertly buttoned her blouse as she held the baby. I asked her where she lived but she declined to tell me. She held the baby in her arms and strolled off into the woods. I thought about following her but decided that the experience was not worth ruining.
So that was it - that was the best almost ‘sexual’ experience that I could manage before I graduated from the engineering college. It was such a precious experience that I did not want to ruin it by sharing it with my friends. I went to the mountain side many times later but did not find that woman. She must have been a goddess!
So, I did not stand a chance, when it came to college-time romance. People, who have attended or are attending engineering colleges, will attest to the fact that really good engineering colleges usually attract the worst lot, when it comes to the ‘attractive’ girls. Someone has rightly said that beauty and brains rarely go together. It might only be my limited observation… but four years of observation (total 7 observed batches) in a good engineering college must count for something.
Okay, before I digress too much from the topic at hand, one thing that I did ‘right’ during my college days, however, was to build my physique. I was extremely inspired by Arnold Schwarzenegger, having watched his numerous movies, and although I knew that I could never build like him, I was inspired to, and was able to develop a well sculpted and strong body… and with okay-ish face to go with it, I looked very presentable, and occasionally handsome. I still had no idea about how to dress sharply, something that my counterparts from big cities were able to do very well. I did not purchase my first pair of jeans till I started my first job. I mostly wore shirts and pants. You may remember those parallel pants that were a craze in early 90s. But you can not get amazing get-up in cheap clothes. Anyway, in addition to working out, I also focused on my social skills during college days, which helped me immensely as a human being. I participated in English debates, public speaking, and I also ran and won an election to work as student representative. All these things developed me as a man.
I was fortunate enough to attend an engineering college which was located close to mountains (please do not ask me the name of that college - privacy you know?). In the foothills there were trails that you could hike up and view the surrounding area. The college had a long-standing culture of adventure sports, cycling, rowing, trekking and the likes. As an integral part of my exercising regimen, I cycled a lot, especially on the hill side. That greatly helped in building the required strength and stamina, as well as shedding fat.
On one nice early winter Sunday, and I decided to do a double of cycling and hiking. I had the entire day to utilize as I did not have anything else to do. So, I simply wanted to enjoy the nicely cool weather, rather than wasting it away sleeping like many other boys. I had my breakfast very early in the morning, packed up my backpack with a few sandwiches from the mess, fruits, water & binoculars, and headed out.
It was a nice mild winter and I enjoyed cycling and later the climb to one secluded part of the hills that gave me a spectacular view of the valley. I pulled out my binoculars to view the scenery. Greenery and mist were the order of the day and the Sun light painted everything with golden color. I noticed that there were some other hikers in the area, but they were already leaving, and I swung my head around to see if I could catch their departure. What I caught, however, came as a surprise because it was the least likely place, I thought I would see something like that.
What I saw with my binoculars was a young mother contently nursing her infant. She was not very far away from where I was standing, so, I got a rather close look at her from my location. She was a local - I guessed she belonged to the Raji tribe; she was possibly in her mid-twenties. Raji people are known as the forest-dwellers and that could explain why she was there in the first place. However, nursing in open, was a new thing. She was wearing a blouse, buttons of which were completely undone, exposing fully her fair breasts. Should I add that her breasts were extremely beautiful! As I watched from my perch, I longed to be closer - to have a closer vista. I somehow dared a bit and decided that I would act as if I was hiking up the trail and stop close to her, to try my luck ogling her beautiful breasts. If she continued to nurse, I would have a good view. If she closed shop and left, I would be no worse off than I was. Overall, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
A fantastic gamble!
I put my binoculars in my backpack and proceeded quickly towards her so as not to miss any of the action and to add some realism to my planned rest stop. As I came upon her, I made sure she heard me coming, so she would not be startled. I took a deep breath and as I came beside her. I smiled and said ‘namaste’ (hello and salutation greeting in Hindi). I expected her to cover quickly at the minimum, or perhaps even bark obscenities at me at the worst. She did neither and instead, she replied decently to my greeting. I asked her whether I could sit near her, to which she did not object.
I took off my backpack, sat facing her and removed a sandwich to eat. She did not move or make any effort to cover her exposed bosoms, and continued to breastfeed the baby, as if I did not exist. Her breasts were very fair, I could see the blue veins coursing through them and merging at the center (nipples). Her areole was rather large; her baby’s mouth could not fully cover it. The areole was a lighter shade of brown - nicely fitting with the overall color scheme. She continued to coo to her baby, as the child suckled, not paying attention to me staring at her breasts. At one point she switched breasts and instead of closing the blouse flap on the just nursed breast, she left it open while she opened the other side and positioned the baby.
This gave me an excellent view of the breast as it peeked out of the blouse. Her breasts were firm. Along with the large light brown areola, was a nipple of reddish-brown color, thick - probably around the size of the tip of my thumb. It may have turned reddish because of sucking. Once she had the baby positioned and he was contently nursing, she covered the exposed breasts with the flap of the blouse, but not making great effort to cover it well, leaving a large part of the flesh still exposed. I had been staring for quite a while and by this time she knew that I was transfixed. She asked me if I came to the foothills often, to which I replied that occasionally, I rode my bicycle, but seldom had I hiked. She then told me that she liked the peaceful surroundings of the mountains and liked to nurse here when her household chores were done. I offered her a sandwich, but she declined. However, she accepted when I offered her some fruit. Indigenous people do not like to eat junk, I guess. Then, suddenly, out of the blue she asked me if I liked watching her nurse. I was startled at that question but replied honestly that I really DID enjoy watching her doing that, and hesitatingly I confessed that I thought her breasts were very beautiful.
She then asked if I had ever tasted mother’s milk. So many memories came rushing back to me at her question. Flashes of me sucking Ma’s and Rachna’s breasts came to my mind. I replied that I sure have suckled my Mother’s breasts, when I was a child, but I no longer had any memories of it. She smiled, and removed the flap of her blouse, uncovering her breast and asked me to suckle, if I so wanted. Just like that! I was dumbfounded.
Not believing what she just said, I asked her if she was sure. She said yes, and because she produced a large volume of milk, so she did not mind doing it for me. She continued by saying that I seemed decent and harmless enough, so she was not afraid of me. I must be the luckiest bastard on the whole Earth that day, I thought. As I moved slowly toward her, I could feel my heart beating strongly. Sitting, I tried to take the lactating nipple in my mouth. Feeling her thick nipple fit inside my mouth was a heavenly feeling. I began to suck and felt the warm, watery, and almost sweet milk hit the back of my throat. She held my head as I nursed and softly spoke of how she had plenty of milk and to suckle all I wanted.
I was in my own world and as the milk came freely, I forgot all about the world! I nursed on that breast for what seemed like fifteen minutes, but really it would only have been five minutes. I looked up at her and she offered me the other breast which I gleefully took. I could not get enough of it but had to finally stop for the fear of someone showing up on the trail. She asked me whether I was finished and had my fill and assured me that I could continue suckling if I wanted. I told her thanks, but I would rather save it for another time. She expertly buttoned her blouse as she held the baby. I asked her where she lived but she declined to tell me. She held the baby in her arms and strolled off into the woods. I thought about following her but decided that the experience was not worth ruining.
So that was it - that was the best almost ‘sexual’ experience that I could manage before I graduated from the engineering college. It was such a precious experience that I did not want to ruin it by sharing it with my friends. I went to the mountain side many times later but did not find that woman. She must have been a goddess!
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