Its Aakash here with a story. It’s nearly 5 days since my cock discharged sperm and started straining my body. I was feeling horny and wild too. To ease my tension, I pulled of my shorts, and lay down on the sofa. Thinking about my neighbor Julie aunty giving me a blowjob I started to masturbate. Few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Ignoring it, I continued to shag. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang again. No to deprive me of the pleasure, I continued with my hand job my fist furiously working on my cock. The next doorbell jolted me out of my fist-fury. The bell rang continuously – apparently whoever was at the door was terribly impatient.

Cursing whoever it was, I hurriedly got up, wore my bell was still ringing. "Wait a minute, I am coming", I shouted and ran towards the door and opening. Standing in front of me was Nisha with an apologetic face. This 15-year old girl nisha was our neighbor’s daughter. "Sorry Aakash uncle" she said apologetically "can I watch your TV please? Ours has just gone out of Order and I hate to miss the serial sthree", she pleaded. "No problem Nisha molaee, come in and make yourself comfortable", I hesitatingly replied. There goes my pleasure, I thought as I let her in. As she passed me, I could sense a faint smell of her body odor, a musky kind of smell, which aroused me. For the first time, I started really observing her. Though 15, her physical attributes made her appear to be a 20 year old. She was about five-feet, three inches tall, an exotic maiden with long, with black hair trailing down to her shoulders and slender shapely legs. She was wearing a short dark blue skirt and white shirt. She walked with gaiety, put on the TV and plopped herself on the couch – in the same spot where I was about to enjoy my masturbation. I asked her to enjoy the movie and told her my intention to spend some time with her Dad.

"Sorry Aakash uncle, Daddy & Mummy have gone for a party and they will return very late, only after midnight". Disappointed for having to discontinue my pleasure for the time being, and also for having nothing to do, I told her to enjoy the serial. "If you need any thing to eat or drink, please help yourself, we have plenty of chips and soft-drinks", I said. "Sure Aakash uncle", she replied. I went to our bedroom to read the recent issue of a film magazine. Then all of a sudden I head a loud bang followed by crying. I ran into the sitting room and saw Nisha lying on floor crying and holding her knee. A packet of potato chips and bottle of Pepsi was lying beside her. Apparently, she must have tripped on the rug and fallen down, I thought. I knelt beside her to examine her paining knee. I could not help but notice that her skirt had ridden up to her waist, and as I checked out her left knee, my eyes kept wandering to her light blue cotton panties. Her sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands over her knee - there was no damage that I could see. But I prolonged the moment, my mind reeling madly as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic hair that were peeking around the leg bands of her underwear. All of a sudden I was being turned on by this girl - my dick was hardening, my heart was beating faster; I felt my breath coming shallow and quick. I could barely see the folds of her labia, or imagined I could, through that thin white material.

My attentions to her knee had caused her legs to spread slightly, and I found myself pushing the knee farther, pretending to look for damage, watching feverishly out the corner of my eye as the edge of her pussy began to barely peak out from the elastic. I began to slide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling the taut youthfulness of her thigh. "Ohhhhhh!" she said, and I looked up. I had spread her legs far enough that she'd felt it. Her face was red with a blush. "Um, your knee looks OK," I said. "Thanks Aakash uncle," she whispered, then stood up and ran to the bathroom. Had she seen me looking at her pussy? I was not sure, but something seemed to have made her react. Confused and turned on, I returned to our bedroom. I sat on the bed and my mind filled with what had happened. I was no child molester; that I knew for sure. Nisha’s young body had turned me on, but that was natural, wasn't it? And all I had done was look - how could I help myself? The girl was a knockout, though she clearly did not know it. I mean, to have ignored that pretty little cunt when it was staring me in the face would have been inhuman. Wouldn't it? My dick would not soften. I tried to think of mundane things like work and reading, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts ran back to Nisha’s thighs, Nisha’s pussy, Nisha’s little hands wrapped around my cock shaft, the sheer madness of sinking my prick, centimeter by centimeter into that tight little slit. Oh god, this was insanity - how could I get this girl out of my head. I took out my cock and began to beat off feverishly. I shot off in about a dozen strokes, pouring my sperm into a towel that was sitting on the bed-side-table.

No sooner had I finished wiping of my dick and wore my pants, there was a knock on the door and lo – it was Nisha. With a strange look in her eyes, she came and sat beside me. "Can I ask you something Aakash uncle?" she asked. I just nodded. "Aakash uncle, I noticed a swelling inside your pants when you touched me" she asked innocently "what was it?" Embarrassed at her question, I said "Nothing Molaee". She asked again. I said "Nisha molaee, this is not the right question a young girl can ask an adult like me". Looking at my eyes, she slowly inched towards me touching my thighs insisted, "Please Aakash uncle, I am curious". There was a strange mischief in her eyes. I patted here arms and said. "OK. If you have questions, I'll answer them. But you absolutely have to promise that this conversation will stay between the two of us." "I swear," she said, solemnly. She came still closer to me and I thought I noticed something different about the way she looked, but I could not place it. "What did you want to ask me?" "Well. It's just that.... I saw something swelling in your pants..." she asked nervously "what is it?" "I got a Hard-on," I replied. "Why did get hard?" "Because I saw your naked things and your panties, I should have turned my head." "Oh. That's OK. But why would that make you get hard? I mean, I'm just a kid." I smiled and leaned forward a bit. She leaned too, and I noticed then what that difference was in her appearance. She'd taken off her bra. Through the low scoop in her thin material shirt I could see most of the curve of her right breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and perfect. I shifted on the bed, feeling my cock rise, and tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke. Why did you get a hard on looking at me...? Uncle" she drifted off. After a moment of silence, she turned back to face me. Her face was bright with nervous excitement. It was as if she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it. "Why?" I said. "Well, it is very simple, actually.

When a man sees a beautiful woman's body, part of his brain automatically responds, sending signals to his..." "Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you said before. But why me?" "I told you. You have a lovely body, Nisha molaee. "Oh?" She looked surprised and a little pleased. "But I was not naked". "No. But I saw your light blue panties, and... Well, that area. It had a similar effect." "Really." That mischievous look was back, and something in her smile told me that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so much control over an adult. She was realizing the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to. "So, um, are you hard now?" She was examining her fingernails closely, trying to appear casual, as though the question was purely conversational. "No," I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at the question. With one deft motion, and without any warning, she unbuttoned and took off her shirt. I think I gasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her young breasts, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm light of our bedroom. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the shirt. They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a steel beam. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples. "Nisha molaee," I whispered. "This is really not a good idea..." "But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle. "I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too? My pussy, I mean." My hands were shaking.

For some reason, I glanced at the clock - it was 9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am. I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did not know what to do. Some sort of instinct had taken over in Anu. There was no way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action. I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor. No panties either. When I had glanced at her light blue panties before I had seen little hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could not find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, high on her Venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Her young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood heels together, hands behind her back. I stared - what else could I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, may be. "What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my nervous system had not been running on overdrive. "Are you hard now?" "Yes," I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control. "Can I see?" I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she really wanted to see. What could I do? I'm only human. Without a word I leaned back on the pillow, lowered my zipper and drew my manhood from my pants. It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself. "It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip, surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer.

"With my heartbeat," I said my voice much calmer than I was. A little drop of pre-come oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide. "What's that?" "Just another sign that you're turning me on, Nisha molaee," I said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at my cock, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again, over and over. My dick throbbed like a conductor's baton. Unconsciously, her index finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was getting turned on too, even if she did not know it. After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if you want to." I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of my head started to itch. She took another step, and then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock. "It's all right?" she asked, still whispering. "No, it's not all right. But I don't mind." Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. We were doing something `naughty' - but she wanted to. She took my cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me. Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my dick. Pre come dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb. She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Is this right? Something came out... Did I do that?" Her enthusiasm and interest was so insanely sexy. "That's fine - yes, you made that come out. It's.... uh..... Pre come fluid. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come for real." I was close, so close, but trying to hold back. She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. "What's that mean?" "White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it. It's called semen." "My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?" She almost giggled, and then bit her lip again.

She was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she might have used to discuss about. I felt like my brain was going to melt. "Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?" Please, oh please, my mind screamed. I no longer cared about much of anything except her mouth and her pussy and what they would feel like around my cock. Looking back I can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at the time I was simply lost to the passion of the moment. She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward. For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It was simple a thing - my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, and then slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She knew nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect. "Should I do it again?" she asked, grinning. "Yes," I said, barely able to speak. "Leave it in, then bob your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a lollypop. Just like a lollypop." She must have eaten a lot of lollypops in her life, because she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor, which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down the shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a melting treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her teeth away, as you do when you are eating a lollypop. She slurped and licked and bobbed her head, sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm. It was a perfect heaven. I felt my come rising.

"It's coming, Nisha, Swallow as much as you can." She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt came; it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing. Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning... Is this OK, Aakash uncle? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come. I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, and then grew again almost immediately. She was very excited about having felt that. She drew her mouth away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest. "It got small again, and then grew in my mouth, Santhu uncle!" "Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a while." I smiled to myself. "Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an hour before it can get hard again." My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come at all. I was amazed. "But you got hard right away." She spoke with the admiration a pet student saves for her favorite teacher. "That's cause you're good at sex, isn't it?" She nodded to herself. "Not really. I'm just normal. It's you that made the difference. Seeing you, feeling you, it makes my body respond so strongly that I got hard right away. That's never happened to me before." "Really?" She stood, looked down at herself, and then looked at my hard cock. "I did that?" "Yes."

I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think very hard, to concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to say "if you want to stop now we can Anu molaee. You know this is really bad, what we're doing. I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. I could go to jail." "I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in that childlike way that is almost funny. "And I won't tell anyone. Maybe we should lock the door." She smiled, but there was a kind of lust in the smile. She went and locked our bedroom door. What a strange feeling - I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and I was the virgin. My cock throbbed and fairly hummed with excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure. But then she sat down on the bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, and lay back, reclining against the pillow. The sight of that tuft of pussy hair and those womanly breasts made me give in. She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her lying on her side on the bed. "What do I do now?" she said. "Should I put you in my mouth again?" I reached down to stroke her pretty hair. "Just lie back and spread your legs," I said, trying not to sound too frantic. She smiled and complied, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart. I stepped to the foot of the bed and lay down on my stomach, my lower legs hanging in mid air. Her pussy was wide open to me - so pink and wet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and she giggled. She kept giggling until my fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke them. Then she began to moan in a thin, high whisper. I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck her pussy lips. Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyes wild and her hands moving to cover her breasts.

But as my licks began to strum against her clit more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it. Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were rubbing her nipples, which were fully erect. I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her pussy gently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her moans dropped into a lower register as my finger dipped into her hole. About knuckle deep I felt some thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen. My dick surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though the finger was telling the dick what it was in for. She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an orgasm, and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I looked up at her face and chest as I pulled my face away from her pussy and let my thumb and finger keep her hot for a moment. She was never lovelier. Her angelic face was bathed in the soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly, slightly parted. Her face was framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were slightly beaded with sweat. Her nipples were erect, so much so that most of the pink areolas were now part of the rising nipples. Her breasts had swelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny, almost delicate beads of sweat on her chest and shoulders. I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching now for her cunt. As I started to run the head of my cock against her slit her eyes popped open and she bit her lower lip.

"Oh! I'm scared, Aakash uncle," she whispered, grabbing my hand. "I know. We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but at that moment I started rubbing her clit directly with my cock head. If she had said no, I would have stopped, but I might have gone mad. But Nisha responded immediately to the direct stimulation of her clit. "Hun. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in Aakash uncle. But please don't hurt me." She was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of her first orgasm, her hands opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning. I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved my thumb back to her clit, stroking, stroking. The hole was intensely tight. The head of my cock popped in after a little coaxing, and though she shuddered a little, she did not seem to feel great pain. I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while my thumb continued to do its magic. I began to suck on her hard nipples, one then the other, as just the head of my cock slid in and out of her pussy. She was making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in stroke now, and I began to gradually, very gradually increase the depth. The feeling of her young cunt was indescribable. She was so tight that once I had two inches in her, her pussy formed a kind of suction. There was no room for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around my cock shaft, and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw more than half of the length I had in. It was like her body was sucking me in, drawing me into the hot, wet, and tightness of her vagina. Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen. It gave slightly, but did not break. "Nisha molaee," I said, but she only moaned. "Nisha molaee, this part will hurt a bit. The first time you do this, it does, and then it never does again. Don't be afraid." My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound reassuring. "If you want to stop, say so, dear." Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile.

"Do it to me," she said, her voice 10 years older than it had been before. I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her edging over the plateau. When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her breath drawn in sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with one stroke. The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply and cried out loudly- Ayioooooohhhhhhh…uuuuuunncccclllllllleeeeee…aaahh…amaeee….aaa…pathukaeee…entaeee ..uncleaeee… but her orgasm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would. She sighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her first come filling her pussy and lubricating everything. My cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her tight pussy gripping it and sucking it. The sensation was pure madness. I was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling, almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found myself making a low, guttural noise as my come began to rise. She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips still shifting from side to side. I knew I was gong to come any minute. All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me, and I was lying on my back. I grabbed her hips and began lifting her again and again until she got the idea and started fucking herself on me. Finally, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her down, sinking deeply into her cunt as I came. I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her. I came in five or six long, wonderful spasms. Then I put my arms around her and pulled her into an embrace, my cock still inside her. I felt her tears dropping on my neck as I buried my face in her hair. We lay like that for some time, and she slept.

She awoke at around 9:30, just as I was thinking we'd better get cleaned up in case her parents came home early. Her mouth was at my ear as we embraced, so she whispered: "Oh, Aakash uncle. I wish we could do it again right now." "Your parents will be home soon." "I know" she said. I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. "So we can do it as much as we want?" I began to think and said "Yes, but we have to be careful. And it must always be our secret." I tried to sound as definite as I could. She sat up on me, my cock still inside her pussy, her tits rising in a sigh. "Nobody will know, Aakash uncle. I swear to god. I'll never tell." "OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled. She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little. My cock began to grow within her. "Maybe we have a little time left" she said, and I felt her cunt respond to my rising dick with a warm squeeze. I had to agree.

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