Aunt's right hole

By: lucky


This story takes place in a small village and I hope that all the
readers can follow it, even those that are not from a village or don't
know anything about village life in this part of the world.

I live with my maternal grandmother, although the house we live in
technically belongs to my uncle. My aunt is not yet married and lives in
the same house. She is about four or so years older than me. Women in
the village get married off at a young age, so the age difference
between her and me is not uncommon, although one normally thinks of
aunts that are much older than four years. I have those too, mind you,
but in this household, we are only four. My uncle's wife is from another
village and she is a teacher there, so she stays with her own mother and
my uncle goes to visit her whenever he can?which is a lot of times. That
leaves me behind as the man of the house so to speak. My duties are to
look after the farm, get the food for the animals, and tend to them in
his absence. Actually I end up doing that even when he is around, but it
becomes a bigger duty when he is not around. Sometimes I think that he
goes to visit his wife just to get away from having to work on the farm.

My aunt helps with the farm chores as well, specially with feeding the
animals and giving them water. We have buffalos, goats, chickens, ducks,
and a dog. Our house is divided into two parts, one for the humans and
one for the animals. At night, animals are usually herded into an
enclosed and roofed area. There is a small room right next to it where
my uncle usually sleeps to tend to any problems with the animals if they
arise at night. He has his own bedroom that he and his wife use when she
is visiting us. I say, visiting, although the house is actually hers as
well. There is another room which my grandmother and my aunt share. I
have my own room where my bed is in a corner while most of the room is
used to store sugar, grain, corn, and sometimes even cotton, depending
on the harvest season.

I actually like it when my uncle goes to visit his wife because then I
get to sleep in the room next to the animals. My room most of the time
feels congested. In contrast, that room feels open and airy. There are
two cots in there, one for my uncle and the other to accommodate a
visitor or two. If we get more than two visitors, we simply bring in a
couple more cots. It has room for four cots. Although when four cots are
laid, there is only enough room for the legs. People have to walk
sideways to go in and out, but it has never really bothered anyone. My
aunt also feels free when my uncle is not around, what with Pakistani
brothers being protective and all, as does my grandmother. My
grandmother uses the freedom to visit her friends at night where they
sit and gossip. My aunt then comes and uses the other cot next to me to
just be around someone of her own age. I have another bonus from my
uncle's absence. I get to read his magazines. My aunt usually takes one
and thumbs through it while making small talk. I am sometimes so
involved in a story that I just say "huh" at regular intervals and she
thinks I am listening.

Most of the time she just falls asleep on the cot because she is so
tired from her daily routine. When my grandmother comes back from her
visit(s), she looks at her sleeping and just leaves her there, because
she knows not to disturb her or she may not get up early enough to
finish her chores for the following day. I sometime fall asleep while
reading. The lantern then burns all the kerosene and goes off by itself.
Now, I said that the room is airy. It is because we have two window-like
holes on the side through which air and moonlight come shining. Most of
the time, when moon is at its full, the room is lit enough to keep the
whole room in soft, cool light.

This may be the right time to tell you that I am over nineteen. That
makes her over twenty-three. She hasn't been married off because my
uncle hasn't found a suitable match for her. I think my uncle doesn't
want her to get married yet because he needs someone to cook and clean
and do the laundry around the house. It is not fair to her, but there is
nothing I can say or do about it, so I don't complain. Neither does my
aunt. She seems okay, although by reading some of the stories in those
magazines, I wonder if she really is. It was one of those nights when my
uncle wasn't around and my aunt was sleeping on the cot next to mine.
The moon was not full, but was bright enough to give plenty of light. I
finished the last unread page in my magazine and looked for something
else to read. There was nothing available. My uncle hadn't bought the
latest issue yet, and I had read all the other ones. I was feeling
restless, so I decided to go to the open part of the house and lie down
on a cot that we have there next to the woodstoves where my aunt and my
grandmother do the cooking. I was enjoying looking at the clear sky and
the bright stars. Every now and then a moving light would travel across
the sky and I would follow it until it disappeared from my sight,
wondering about the people sitting in that plane and where they may be
headed or where they may be coming from.

When my grandmother came back from the neighbors house, she asked me,
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

"I don't know. I was feeling restless."

She replied in Punjabi, which approximately translates to: "Well, that
is the condition of your age." ("Umar da taqaza aay.")

"Yes, I guess." I replied without really knowing what she meant, or caring.

"Where is Jameela?"

"Sleeping."

"You should also go to sleep. Tomorrow you have to get an early start.
We have to irrigate the fields."

After she went to her bed, I stayed there a while longer, but the duty
of directing water to our fields at the designated time forced me to go
to bed. When I came back to the room and opened the door, the moonlight
entered and illuminated the area wherever it fell. It is funny that we
have a door which normally gets closed, while the two big window holes
have nothing on them. I could never figure out the use of the door,
other than that my uncle didn't have the money to put the windows in and
was planning to do it sometime in the future.

Something about my feeling restless made me look at the sleeping body of
my aunt. The light was shining on the lower half of her cot and I could
see up to her thighs quite clearly. I had extinguished the lantern
before going out, so the rest of her was in the dark. During her turning
and tossing, the flaps of her kurta (long Pakistani shirt) had moved
upwards. The shalwar underneath and the legs that it contoured were
displayed quite nicely. The view seemed... enjoyable... for lack of a
better word and I found myself staring. I had to quit once I realized
that I was looking at my aunt's thighs...well, really her shalwar. But
the image stayed in my head all the way to when I fell asleep.

The next morning before going to irrigate the fields, I found her doling
out food to the animals. It was still early morning and the sun hadn't
come up yet, but the dusk had enough light to show things not only
clearly but in their natural colors. I saw my aunt from behind and
pictured her from the night before. My mind made a note of her profile
and I had to admit that it was a pleasing profile. Pleasing, that is, as
in looks nice. The next time she slept in the cot next to me, there was
no moonlight. The light from the lantern was brighter than usual because
the night was dark, so when I turned to extinguish it before falling
asleep, my eyes glanced over and saw her figure very clearly. She was
sleeping on her side, facing away from me. The back flap of her kamees
was turned over on one corner, showing her shalwar up to the back of her
thigh that was on top, while the other corner was covering the other leg
to the back of her knee. Her left hand was folded under her neck while
the other was stretched across the length of her right side. Her slender
fingers were partially covered by the folds of her shalwar. I remembered
that the last time I saw both of her thighs; while this time I was only
seeing one. I remembered how enjoyable the view was when both thighs
were visible and wished that the flap was pushed upward to show both as
much as the last time. Such was not the case, so I fell asleep with my
wish echoing in my head.

Next morning I woke up with the morning call to prayers. I turned the
lantern on to get some light and found her sleeping just the way she was
before I went to sleep. Only, my wish had come through. Her shirt was
pushed up, showing the folds of her shalwar around the back of both of
her thighs?plus some. I could even see the beginning of the rise of her
buttocks and the shalwar was caught in between her cheeks, making them
quite defined. The thin material was stretched in such a way that I
could see each cheek in its normal, undressed shape?well, the lower
part. I was looking at my aunt's butt while the azaan was echoing in the
air. I felt so guilty, that I practically ran out of the room as if
someone had caught me stealing something. That night though, I waited
for a repeat viewing. It wasn't to come. She was sleeping on her back;
the kamees was covering her profile properly. I fell asleep somewhat
disappointed, and feeling very bad due to the guilt I felt for wanting
to see my aunt like that. Moonlight was back the next time my uncle went
away. I was feeling restless to the point that I couldn't even
concentrate on reading, so I went out to lie on the cot in the open part
of the house. The restlessness was so much that I couldn't enjoy the
stars or the traveling lights. I came back to the room and looked at
her. She was properly covered. I went back out again. Came back a few
minutes later; she was still covered properly, so I went back again.

It was sometime after midnight when I came back to go to sleep and found
her properly covered. I left the door open so the light could shine on
the lower part of her body. I guess I had to contend myself with a
properly covered view.

As I lay there, stealing a quick glance now and then over her fully
covered legs, I could hear her deep breathing. I turned to my side so I
could look at her continuously. I could see her shadow-covered chest
rising and falling rhythmically as she drew long breaths of air into her
lungs. A thought occurred to me. She was in such a deep sleep that she
probably wouldn't know if I were to pull the flap on her front slightly
up. My heart jumped at the thought as my mind sent waves of shame
throughout my body. I felt warm and flustered, but I got up slowly and
stood next to her. I was breathing erratically, so I opened my mouth to
take air in that way and to muffle the sound my breathing was making. I
stood there for a long time, looking at her face and chest, ready to
jump back onto my cot if she made the slightest move. I was able to calm
down a bit during that wait, and finally, when she didn't make any
movement for a while, I reached with my trembling hands and grabbed the
corners of her flap in each of my hands.

Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled it up and back until her
covered thighs were fully exposed. Then I slowly lowered the flap onto
her stomach. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my
ears. My temples were throbbing as my mind reprimanded me louder and
louder with each passing moment. Once I laid the material on her belly
and realized that she was still in deep sleep, I quickly made my exit to
the cot outside to lower my blood pressure. It took an eternity. My mind
was confused all the while. I couldn't think straight?actually, I
couldn't think at all. There was nothing but noise in my mind. When I
came back after an hour or so, I was afraid to come in, thinking she
knew what I had done and was going to let me have it. I peeked through
the hole which was supposed to be a window. The door was still ajar and
light was showing the folds of her shalwar on her thighs very clearly. I
stood there looking and looking, unable to come in due to my fear and
guilt. I noticed that the folds of her shalwar were more concentrated,
rather bunched, around the area between her thighs. I also noticed that
part of her nala (cord) was hanging out of her shalwar and was caught in
those folds between her thighs. It disappeared along the curve that went
down towards her buttocks. I don't know why but that nala seemed to be
the most exciting part of that view.

I stood looking at that view, mesmerized, until the rotation of the
earth took the light away from her body. It took me a long time to fall
asleep. I was a bit bolder the next time and even more during the times
that followed. In the next few weeks, I found her to be such a heavy
sleeper that almost anything I did, failed to wake her up. I started to
push the fold as far back as I could before the other fold restricted
any further lifting. Most of the time I was able to see all the way to
the top of her shalwar and sometime even a little beyond where her skin
became visible. It was all very exciting. The guilt was strong
initially, but once I became comfortable with what I was doing, the
guilt lessened quite a lot. It was during one of those moments that I
got a little lucky.

One night I found her lower fold to be pushed up behind her, making it
possible for me to lift the front fold far enough to expose her
bellybutton and more. I could see almost all of her stomach. So much of
her skin was visible that I almost felt faint with excitement. Her nala
was not only hanging between her thighs but some of it was snaking over
her belly, making the view quite provocative. That's when I became aware
of my erection. Not just my erection, but how hard I was. I was so hard
that I felt the skin on my butt stretch to accommodate the increase in
the size of my penis. As I lay in bed to fall asleep, I reached inside
my chadar (sheet worn by men to cover the bottom half of their bodies)
to push my erection down. It was so taut that I couldn't press it down
with my own strength. I knew then that I had a serious problem.

My erection was indicative of a hunger that I was feeling inside. The
harder I was, the hungrier I was. I knew that the food, so to speak, for
my hunger was under the folds between her legs, where that lucky nala
almost always found its way. I also knew that the food was not available
for me because, well, it belonged to my aunt, who was not, in any way
available to me. There was no one else immediately available in the
village to help me because in a small place, specially in a strict
society like ours, that kind of thing didn't happen that easily. The
next time I looked at her folds between her thighs, I had this urge to
just touch the food, but I restrained myself. I knew that she would feel
my hand on her body and would surely wake up. That would mean one hell
of trouble. I also wanted to touch her stomach, which I had another
lucky opportunity to see in its full glory. But, same restraint, because
even a touch on her stomach would wake her up. My condition worsened
with each viewing. Many times I contemplated pulling her nala loose so I
could then loosen her shalwar and take a look at the mysterious place
where my hungry, thirsty dick could find some satiation. I started to
get desperate.

It was my desperation that drove me one day to lift the folds from
around the middle of her thighs and at least get a better idea of what
that place looked like, albeit, just the contours of it. My hands were
trembling miserably when I parted the folds to better see the mound
underneath. I was so nervous that I touched her thighs as I pulled the
material to opposite directions. She squirmed and I almost had a heart
attack. But she didn't wake up! I had touched her thighs and she didn't
wake up. Well, well, well! I could not believe my luck at how deep a
sleeper she was. This was good. I was overjoyed to realize that I could
get away with a touch. I had to make use of this discovery. I made a
plan in the sanity of daylight. I had to position my cot so that I would
be lying in it when I were to touch her. That way, if she did wake up,
which it didn't seem like she would, she would find me sleeping and
probably think that she had only dreamt the touch.

I also planned to be sleeping the other way around, with my feet towards
her head and my head towards her feet. This would make my approach to
her private parts easy. One dark night, when she was fast asleep, I made
my approach. I reached over and with my index finger, gently touched the
area between her thighs. As I predicted, she didn't make a move. I
pulled my hand back quickly. I was so nervous that I didn't really feel
anything, except a hard surface. After getting a hold of myself and
after letting about half an hour pass to make sure she really was
asleep, I reached again and gently felt the area between her thighs.
Again, I only felt a hard surface but nothing that I could imagine to be
what I was trying to feel. Well, my imagination was limited anyways,
because I had no clue as to what I was looking for. But I knew that
there is supposed to be a hole into which I can insert my penis. I
expected that hole to be there and my finger to feel it. I figured that
I was at the wrong place. May be the hole was a bit lower. I knew, so I
had heard, that her legs are supposed to be on my shoulders as my penis
enters her hole. That meant her hole should be closer to her anus. That
meant I had to look more to the east to feel it.

I dragged my finger along the path that I knew her nala had followed,
pressing gently here and there to feel the difference. I finally came to
the place where it felt very soft and when I pressed my finger, it
actually dipped in. I had found the place where her hole may be, but I
still didn't feel a hole. I had come a long way and I was so close. She
was still asleep, although I could only hear the sound of my own blood
rushing through my system. I gently felt around, up and down, for the
hole. Instead, I came across a soft berry like object. That was quite
intriguing. Where I was looking for a hole, I actually felt a
protrusion. I pressed on it to feel its shape.

I almost died on the spot when my aunt grabbed my hand and yelled with a
muffled sound, "What the hell are you doing?"

I was struck by a lightening. I had no tongue in my mouth. I was frozen
where I lay.

She got up, still holding my hand, and asked, "What the hell were you
doing between my legs?"

I couldn't say anything, even though on the inside I was screaming,
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I wasn't doing anything."

She jerked my hand away with anger, got up and left to go to her place
next to my grandmother.

I bolted out of the house and made my way to our fields where we have a
small storage room for the tools and things. We have a cot there as
well, to rest our backs during hot summer days, or when we have a lot of
sloughing and harvesting to do. I tried to sleep but the fear had taken
my sleep away and I prayed for the day to never break because I was
going to be crucified once she told my grandmother and my uncle what I
had done. She woke me up as I must have fallen asleep sometime during
the morning hours. I was extremely nervous and couldn't look into her
eyes. She handed me a small bundle and said, "Here, you left without
eating your breakfast." She also brought the tea in a metal container.
It was cold, but she brought it nevertheless. I ate quietly as I felt
her eyes fixed on me. I was sweating and getting more and more nervous
with each passing moment. I didn't even feel hungry, but I swallowed the
food anyway. After I was finished, she took the cloth that held the
parathas and the empty tea container away from me. She asked,

"Now, tell me, what were you doing last night?"

I couldn't say anything. I kept looking on the ground. I only saw her
feet and a little bit of her shalwar covering her calves. As afraid,
terrified, ashamed, and embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but notice
that she had lovely feet.

She spoke again. "Listen, Naeem, I was angry last night, but I am not
angry right now. I just want to know what you were doing and why?"

I was thunderstruck.

She waited a while, and spoke again. "You have to tell me. If you don't
then I have no choice but to get angry."

I was speechless.

She waited again for a while, and spoke again. "Naeem, look at me."

I didn't.

"Look at me dammit." She said angrily.

I had no choice but to look at her once she spoke with anger. I slowly
raised my head and looked into her face. I was surprised by what I saw.

It looked like she hadn't slept either. Her hair was even disheveled
indicating that she didn't try to comb them after waking up. She was
serious, very serious, but she wasn't angry. I could tell from her face
that she was not angry, only serious. I felt a bit relieved, but not
enough to feel comfortable.

She looked right into my eyes. Her eyes were dark and I could see that
she was deep in thought.

"Tell me what you were doing."

I mumbled after a lot of effort, "Nothing."

"I was not anything. It was something. I want to know."

I was quiet again.

She waited and waited and finally got up. "I guess then brother Saleem
will have to find out from you."

That's what I was afraid of. I knew my life would be over the minute my
uncle found out, and the shame of it being my aunt whose pussy my
fingers were touching. She walked away slowly. As I saw her moving away
from me, I saw the end of my life approaching. I had to say something to
stay alive. I had to ask her not to tell my uncle. I had to ask her to
forgive me. I finally managed to say, "I was curious."

She stopped but didn't turn around to look at me. She stood there,
facing away from me, her body tense with anger or whatever, and waited
for me to say something else. I couldn't muster another word. She then
kept going without looking back. She slept in her normal place next to
my grandmother in the nights that followed, until my uncle came back. I
awaited my execution. A day passed, two days passed, a week passed.
Nothing! My uncle said nothing to me. Then he went to visit his wife
again. My aunt didn't come to the cot next to me, but it seemed like
either my uncle didn't know anything or was leaving my punishment for
some later time. I had lost any interest in reading, so I turned the
lantern off and tried to sleep. I knew that my aunt probably didn't tell
my uncle because he would have punished me, but I also knew that she was
angry with me and that was punishment enough. The guilt and the shame
were very taxing. It was close to midnight when I heard footsteps coming
to the room and my aunt quietly slunk in and lay down on her cot. I held
my breath, pretending to be asleep. She said nothing for a long time and
I finally relaxed, thinking that I had fooled her with my being asleep bit.

"So, you were curious!" She spoke at length.

I stayed quiet.

She waited for a while and then said, "You can talk. You got a tongue in
your mouth."

I felt a tremendous amount of relief from her words. A weight was lifted
from my chest.

"I know you are not asleep, so don't pretend."

I finally muttered, "Yes."

"What were you curious about?"

There was no answer to that question.

"Listen, Naeem. I am asking you something and I want you to answer it.
What were you curious about?"

I had to say something and the tension had ended, so I could actually
speak with some ease. "I was curious about..." I tried to think about
what to say next. What I wanted to say was that I was curious about a
female body, or more specifically, a female part, but what came out was,
"...I was curious about you."

"About me!" She exclaimed and sat up. "What were you curious about me?"

I wished for the conversation to cease, but she was adamant.

"I wanted to feel you..." I managed to utter, "...there."

This time she was speechless, or rather, she didn't know how to ask me
anything else or even what to ask. I figured that it probably sounded
better that I wanted to feel her than if I had said that I wanted to
feel a female body part. I had inadvertently made my curiosity more
personal rather than making it sound like she was just a representation
of what I was after. It seemed more meaningful to say she was the target
of my curiosity than to say that my curiosity was for a female, any female.

She leaned forward and whispered, "You wanted to feel ME. But I am your
aunt!"

I realized the brilliance of my statement when I heard that and it
dawned on me that I had actually pulled myself out of the minus side to
plus side. I didn't have to say anything. My silence was quite
effective. She lay back on the cot and I could feel her thoughts jumping
around in her head. I was relaxed. I knew that I was out of hot water.

She whispered after a long, long time, "Did you find what you were
looking for?"

A triumphant smile was on my lips when I whispered back, "No.
Unfortunately, I didn't."

A week or two later when my uncle went to his wife again, she came to
the room rather early. She didn't lie down; instead she sat on the cot
with her legs dangling on the side. She was deep in thought as I tried
to concentrate on the magazine. I knew something was on her mind, but I
didn't really want to know. She seemed a bit nervous as well, which came
as a surprise to me, but I didn't show that I noticed.

She managed to ask, after a lot of nail biting, "You didn't answer one
thing for me. Why me? I am your aunt."

I knew my answer. I deliberated for a while for effect and then told
her, "I can't help it. It's like I am under a spell."

"What do you mean?" She wanted to know.

"I mean, I can't help it. When you are around, I want to touch you?"
What I said was a mouthful, but somehow seemed like that's what she
wanted to hear.

"Touch ME, or touch me there?" She wanted to know even more.

"Touch YOU..." I had the perfect answer, "...anywhere."

"But...but...I am your aunt." She stuttered with disbelief.

"I know, but I can't help it."

She didn't ask anything else. I guess she had found her answer. She sat
there for a while and then went out again. I had lost all interest in
the magazine and my penis was so erect that it felt painful.

I knew she would come back again and ask me the question that was
bothering her, so I prepared my answer for her.

She asked that night when she lay on the cot next to me, "I am your
aunt, Naeem. Why me?"

"I told you, I can't help it."

"But, it is wrong. You know that."

I sat up on my bed, leaned towards her cot and gave her the answer that
I had prepared, "I know you are my aunt and I know it is wrong. But you
are a very beautiful woman and I can't help but think of you as that, a
woman. It is unfortunate that you are my aunt, else I would have done to
you what I really feel like doing to you."

She gasped and turned towards me, "And what is that you feel like doing
to me?"

"I can't say." I laid back on my cot. "You are my aunt."

"Even if I wasn't your aunt, it would still be wrong to do that."

I laughed, "So, you do know what I feel like doing."

She laughed, rather nervously, "Yes, I do. I am not a little girl you know."

"Yes, I do know and that is the problem."

"What is the problem?" Somehow, she didn't grasp my meanings.

"That you are not a little girl; you are a full grown woman. With a
woman's body?and a body to die for." Okay, I was overdoing it, but she
seemed to be enjoying it.

"But, how do you deal with the fact that aunt or no aunt, it is wrong?"

"It is wrong in others eyes..." I said and left my sentence unfinished.

"But..."

"There are no others, here, are there?"

She gasped again, "...You mean...?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. Here it is only you and me, no one else. There
is nothing wrong, here, in this room, as far as I am concerned."

She said nothing and we both lay there quietly. Sleep was miles away
from my eyes and I think it was the same for her.

She asked after another long pause, "If I was asleep again, would you
try to feel me again?"

"No. I have learnt my lesson."

Another long pause and then she asked again, "But, what if I was really
asleep, with no chance of waking up."

I laughed, knowing full well what she was getting at, "In that case,
I?ll try my luck."

She laughed as well. "Can you reach from there?"

I looked at the distance and then got off of my cot, pushed it right
next to hers, and said, "Yes, now I can."

She squirmed and stretched until she was in position and said, "Okay, I
am about to fall asleep. But remember, only touch. The rest you'll have
to forget."

"I?ll settle for that."

I turned on my side and waited for her to be ready. She pulled her shirt
up until both flaps were above her waist and then said, "Okay, I am asleep."

"Pull your shirt a little higher." Which she did, until her belly was
exposed.

I reached over and put my hand on her belly. Her body shuddered. She
said, "You know, this is not right."

"Shh," I whispered. "You are supposed to be asleep."

I caressed her belly for a short while and then moved my hand down to
the area between her thighs. I found the mound and then the soft area
where my finger dipped a little. I could feel her lips with my hand and
parted them through the material. I could feel the material getting wet,
although the material was between my finger and her pussy, thus making
the feel less satisfactory.

I grabbed the end of her nala and quickly pulled it loose. She reacted
by grabbing the front of her shalwar, and screamed softly, "What are you
doing?"

"You are supposed to be asleep," I said to her. "Go back to sleep."

"No. Not this." She protested.

I held her hand in mine and the touch made me feel good. I held it in my
hand and caressed it around until she let go of her shalwar and started
to caress my hand in return. I gently took it and placed it on her
stomach. Then I went back to her shalwar.

"No, no. Not this. Please, it's not right." She protested again, but weakly.

I loosened her shalwar and put my hand under it and I was quickly
rubbing my finger between her pussy lips. She put her hand on her mouth
to muzzle her sounds. I found that berry-like protrusion and rolled it
between my thumb and index finger. She jerked a little at the feel and
made a few incoherent sounds. As I explored around, I could feel my
fingers getting soaked and I could actually smell the difference in the
air. There was a pleasant, intoxicating odor around us, which I knew was
coming from her pussy.

I brought my hand out and put it in front of my nose. I took a deep
breath to inhale her aroma. She was shockingly surprised. "What on earth
are you doing?"

"Smelling you. You smell delicious." With that I put the soaking wet
finger in my mouth and tasted her juices. "You also taste delicious."

"You are sick," she responded with some disgust in her voice.

"Why am I sick? This is you that I am tasting. You taste good."

I put my hand back between her thighs. I caressed the inside of her lips
and finally found the hole. I pushed my finger a little down and she
made another one of those incoherent sounds. I asked her, "How do you feel?"

She didn't answer me right away. I kept caressing her pussy and kept
rubbing her clit and every now and then kept knocking on her hole
without going too far in."

"It feels weird."

"But, how do you feel?"

"Well, I feel weird. I feel good, but it is very new, so it feels weird."

I pulled my hand away and with a firm mind, I got off the cot. I pulled
the blankets and the thick material under me off of it and put it up
against one of the windows. I then spread the blanket and the other
material on the floor.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I want to try from another angle." I said that and grabbed her hand to
pull her up. I was very forceful and she felt like a little girl in
front of me. She got off of the cot while holding her shalwar to keep it
from falling.

I removed the blanket and the thick under sheet from her cot as well and
spread it on top of mine on the floor. I moved her cot in front of the
other window and put the pillows closer to the head side and asked her
to lie down. She did, while still holding her shalwar.

I took her hands away from her shalwar and then held it from both sides
and tried to slide it off of her body. She protested, "You want me to be
naked in front of you."

"No, I just want this shalwar off of you."

"But..."

"Don't worry. It is dark. I can't see much."

She lifted her body up to let me take it off and then she lifted her
legs one at a time to let me slip it off. I pushed her legs up and apart
so that her knees were pointing to the ceiling and her feet were close
to her butt. Then quickly, I removed my chadar and kurta and knelt
between her legs. She got up to pull herself away from me. I grabbed her
hand and said, "Here, feel this." With that, I took her hand and wrapped
it around my cock. She gasped at the rubbery feel and the hardness of
it. This was the first time she had held a cock in her hand, and what a
cock it was: hard, throbbing, and leaking.

She eased a little and with both hands started to caress around the
shaft. I grabbed her other hand and put my balls in her palm. She cupped
them. Soon she was comfortable with the feel and she started to enjoy
herself. I reached for her shirt and pulled it off of her, which she let
me without any hassle. I eased her back with my dick and scrotum still
in her hands. I then pushed her legs back until I could lower myself
between her thighs and above her pelvic area. She was still holding my
dick in her hand. It was almost like she didn't want to let go. I sat on
my haunches, with my feet around her hips, her legs over my thighs and
my cock hovering over her belly. While she played with my dick, I placed
my hands on her breasts and started to cup and caress them. I enjoyed
the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. I kept
caressing her breasts while she kept caressing my dick, feeling around
the shaft and running her fingers over the head and the tip.

I waited for her to finally push it down towards her pussy and touch her
pussy with the tip. She stuck it between her lips and moved it up and
down across the length of her pussy lips, with extra pressure on her
clit. Then she moved it down until it reached her hole. She pulled it
down until I applied enough pressure to hold it there and then she let
go of my penis, pulled her legs more towards her breasts, raising her
butt, hips and pussy and creating the perfect angle for my entry. She
then placed her hands on my shoulders and braced herself. I put my knees
on the floor and my hands around her head. Then I moved my feet back
until my legs were stretched backwards and held my body in a push up
pose. She locked her legs around my waist and pulled me down with her
hands on my hips.

I applied slow pressure downward. She urged along with her hands and
squirmed around to make sure that the angle was optimal for my entry. I
increased the pressure slowly until her body responded by opening and my
penis started to descend into her insides.

Her pussy opened slowly as my penis made its way in and finally my head
got in. She gave a muffled scream and bit my arm. Once the head was in,
I pushed the rest of my cock in, until my pubic bone was pressing
against hers. Once completely in, I relaxed my body and eased myself on
top of her. My stomach touched hers, my chest rested on her breasts, and
my face got closer to hers. She reached with her hands and grabbed the
sides of my face and then she started to kiss me. She kissed my chin, my
cheeks, my nose, and my lips. I started to kiss her back when her lips
pressed against mine. Soon we were kissing each other passionately, as
sweet sensations took over our bodies that were originating from my dick
and her pussy. Every now and then I would move a little, but each time
she locked her legs to prevent me from pulling out. We kissed for a long
time until our mouths got tired and she relaxed. I then raised myself on
my arms and started to move my buttocks up and down slowly and firmly.
My penis started sliding around in her pussy as I took the soft, warm,
and wet feelings in. What started out as slow, deliberate strokes, soon
turned into quick thrusts, until I was pumping away like my life
depended on it.

After a while of pumping, I felt the first spasm originating from my
balls. I stopped.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know." I said. "Something is happening."

I waited until the feeling faded and started pumping again.

After a short while, she grabbed my ass hard and forced me to stop
pumping. "Something is happening to me as well."

I started pumping again once her grip eased. I felt another spasm soon
thereafter as she grabbed my ass again. We paused for a short while and
started again. This continued for quite a few minutes until the spasm
turned into a tremor and then a full blown earthquake. When the lava
erupted, I held myself hard against her because I couldn't take the
movement against my penis any more. She, however, started to grind her
pussy into me, hard. Her clit was against my body and she made short
circles with it around the base of my shaft. Then she started to buck,
and scream. I placed my lips on her mouth to shut her sound, but she
kept bucking and screaming. She bit my lips gently to muffle her sounds,
but to no avail. I was also screaming in what felt like pain as my sperm
shot out of my penis with full force. She felt it hit as her body
responded to it violently. My first orgasm inside a woman and her first
orgasm around a penis. That moment will be remembered until the day we
die. Once the storm subsided and we held each other tenderly, I asked
her, "Now, what is so wrong about what we just did?"

She laughed, "This wrong feels very right. That, I find very scary."

She looked so beautiful in the glow of her orgasm, that I could see her
through the darkness. Before long, we recovered and started a longer,
but slower paced session. The new day broke with both of us in each
others arms, completely naked, completely satisfied, and completely happy.

We dressed quickly and made our way to the fields, where we could
continue our first love making session well into the afternoon. Only
girls can write me at luckluck@rediffmail.com


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