My Journey To The World Of Desires – Part 1

My Journey To The World Of Desires - Part 1
I am an average guy. I have not many good qualities. When young(7) ,I used to stay at a very small subdivision of Odisha .We used to live at teachers colony. My father is a deeply religious man. We had many neighbors. Mansi was my classmate and my closest friend. We used to chat , play , talk , sleep together. She was only daughter , hence enjoyed a lot of attention and love from her parents. Her mother(Mina aunty) was a very caring woman. Many a times I used to stay at her house. Soon the bond between me and mansi got deeper. We could not stay without seeing each other. I believe she had much profound feelings .She started taking me in her bathroom , toilet.Her grandfather objected her ; she did not bother. Once , on such an occasion in her bathroom , aunty offered me to bath (my parents were to my native for a day). I took off clothes , without much hesitation . Her nudity did not have any effects on me , by mine certainly had on her. She started giggling.Her mother called me shameless in a loving manner. But mansi started playing with my penis and scotrum. That must have sent an alarm to her mother , for she dried mansi , and drove her out of bathroom .Then she dried me . I came out she had her bath. Mansi was sad , and made a big face.I soothed her , she did not calm down. In the evening during the play time , I felt like peeing . I told her about that . She offered to come with me. We went to a bush . I started peeing , but she did not. She wanted to hold it while I was peeing.I denied. She ran away. After 2 days without conversation from either side , I went to console her during playtime . She was adamant about her demands. So I let her have her way. I felt creepy. But after a couple of time I liked it. Soon , I wanted to touch her vagina while she was peeing. Unlike me , she allowed immediately.I used to enjoy the scene of water coming out of her pinkish broken seed . Soon it mesmerized me , every time i looked at it. I cleaned her vagina with her handkerchief after the peeing. Soon urges started appearing on surface.Once during a peeing session , I wanted to lick her vagina . She did not deny , but did not agree either. After some request she agreed. I licked her pussy . It was not amazing. I hated the pungent smell and salty taste of urine repelled me. But her vagina was like a magnet attracting my mouth. I tasted her again and again and again. She closed her eyes .I closed my eyes too.After some 5 minutes I stopped. We returned. There were many such sessions . We desperately waited for the playtime. For some reason , she never agreed during school hour or our study time.(Both of us were toppers , so we had hard rivalry with respect to studies ) . The sessions never affected studies , but it did affect our glances.I could see her change of behavior , and appearance of sisterly affection , which started changing to motherly affection. She started crying when i got an injury or get scolded. She wanted to embrace me for long time. She offered her lap to me during picnic sessions and hid the chocolates for me when she received them from her parents. However , the news of affair started reaching to her mother via some naughty friends. Once , we were wandering , I saw a Deepa (Our housemaid , 19 at that time) breastfeeding her child. I was engrossed . Deepa saw us and called . I was curious about milk coming out of her nipple , so I asked her. She laughed , but promised to show us the next day. In due time we arrived at her home . Her husband had gone to distant market (We have weekly markets at distant places). She asked me to close the main door.I did , . She moved her saree . I felt different. I loved the site of her opening her blouse buttons . 1, 2 3, 4, 5 . Then she sidelined her blouse , showed us the dark supple nipples.I wanted to touch , she agreed , but asked me to wait. She asked Mansi to come near her and open her mouth. The she pressed the area near her nipple .Soon droplets of milk appeared . A stream of white milk reached her mouth. Mansi made face. Deepa giggled. It was my turn . I saw black hair growth near her dark nipple. Deepa did not ask me to proceed , but she did not restrict me and observed. I touched her chest and felt the warmth. I moved my palm to her left breast , and she got goose bumps. I pressed the nipples , she gave an “ouch” . I moved my tongue to her nipple and tasted it. Nipple tasted just like skin , nothing more . But vision made the difference. I pressed and drank for about some 5 mins. She asked if I were done. I denied. Mansi pulled me . Deepa covered her breasts. She asked us not to tell these to anyone , we promised. Deepa came to her door to see us off. She brushed my hair and kissed my on my cheek. She kissed mansi , but did not brush her hair. We returned. Following day Mansi appeared angry.When I asked she was unable to explain the cause of her anger. But she was furious. I had to wait good 7 days before her anger dissolved. We began our peeing routine. But I craved for breasts . Mansi agreed me to feed her breast. On a fine evening , when her mother went to bath , she lifted her shirt to feed me . It was flat chested , like me. I could not know the difference between mine and hers. But her chest attracted me. I licked her nipples , she shivered. But did not go away. I licked till the sound of aunty , coming out of bathroom was heard. She adjusted her dress. We had progressed , but without a target. Either of us did not know what to do . It was instinct. It went for 2 months.Once during winter, We went to school and it was suspended at 1 PM due to public festival.We returned . On our way I expressed the desire to have a pee session. She smiled.We went behind the bush. She did not let me touch her vagina. I requested. She ordered me to lick her anus.I was dumbfounded. I had never even dreamed of doing that. She was adamant again.I agreed .

Behind the bush there was a chair left for disposal. She sat on peeing posture. I saw her buttocks and anus. I started. It was awful. Taste was like some ayurveda medicine.I started spitting . She felt sorry , and I felt anger. I walked away.She tried to stop me and offered me her breast. But I was in rage. I refused and returned. I did not go to play , or to her home. Aunty called me . I told my mother to refuse her . But my mother said I was getting ready . I had to go . Mina aunty asked reason , I saw mansi was trembling in fear. I told her we had fight at school. She laughed. She went to take bath. Mansi pulled me to her chest and said sorry. She embraced me . I asked for her breast. She did not deny. I started sucking. Suddenly I felt strange. Something was different. I saw mansi , her eyes were closed and tears were rolling. She opened here eyes , pulled me more and closed them. I started again. But did not feel right. I started looking and I was afraid at the sight. Mina aunty was straight away looking at us. The moment she saw me looking at her , she jumped in anger , pulled my hair, hit me with stick anywhere she could. I started crying. Mansi was sent to her room.Soon the hitting continued with Mansi. Then to me again , with uncles belt. I started bleeding from my chest , back and thighs.She drove me out of her home. With this shape i could not return home. I went to Deepa’s home. She asked me what happened . I told her my tutor hit me. She asked me to take bath , and prepared hot water for me. After bath , she asked be to get naked . I did not deny. She applied some lotion and cream .Soon I felt pain to move. I got fever. Went home , hid myself under bed sheet and slept. Next day I had 101 fever.Luckily doctor was not called. I rested for 4 days. No bath due to cold weather.The marks of hit were invisible. I was good. At school I met Mansi . She refused to talk. After 3 days of silence she told me the after events. Her mother asked her how it began.She had concealed everything , but narrated a false scene. I felt the relief . But our sessions were over. Against my desire , I had to go to her home when my parents decided to go to native place for 3 days.She had gone to her native with her grand father and father.So I felt afraid. Aunty greeted me properly. I was afraid , but aunty did not ask me a thing.I slept on with some fear. Next day it was time to bath. Aunty called me in. She asked me to get naked. I continued as per her command. She saw some very deep marks , which were created by her hitting. She started crying.She poured water on me. Applied soap and cleaned me.The she kissed me at back , chest , arms and thighs. Tears were rolling down her cheek. I started crying too. She embraced me .She dried me while still crying. I denied to leave her; I asked her to take bath in my presence. She laughed.But did as i said. She took off her saree , and blouse. She removed her bra , after tying her petticoat over chest.She asked me to bath her. I acted dumb , and poured water on her hair. She laughed and kissed me. I poured water over her body , on petticoat. Then I applied soap on her face. I removed the petticoat tie. Sh tried to cover her breast , but stopped herself. She tied it at her waist. I applier soap at her armpits , arms , palms , back , belly . When I was about to go up , she denied , but i did not listen.I applied soap on breast and nipples.But I did not cup them. I asked her to remove the waist tie , She could not deny. I pulled her petticoat below her knees.I observed thick patch of hair on her vagina . I immediately touched it and played with it.She shivered and beared . I touched ass , cleaned it by soap.Cleaned her knees , thighs , feet and fingers.I put water on her and cleaned her. She stood up , but did not move. She looked into my eyes and waited. I could not understand and came out.I stood in sun for some time. But she did not come out.I went in again. She was gazing me , with eyes , I could not understand or even dared to.I brought a petticoat and blouse and gave it to her. She wore them , but did not nut. She looked me again. I did try . It was a disaster. She did not care. She came out with that outfit. She walked in and started going into her chores. Soon i realised , she should wear a saree , comb her hair , and get her make up. More than that , she wanted me to do some of them , i was not capable of doing. Watching and touching her nakedness was easy , dressing her and making her ready was not. My Journey To The World Of Desires – Part 1