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This happened when I was a little over 18 years of age. I had just finished school a few months

back and had joined the University of Delhi for my Bachelors in Physics. It was late October time

and the weather was at its best in the New Delhi suburb we lived in. It was so pleasant, with a little

chill and lots of freshness in the air.

I had my autumn break in the college and was studying hard for classes that were to follow on

reopening of the university. I was a good student and it had been a habit since my early school

days to use each vacation for doing advance study of the syllabus for the following term. I use d to

love studying on my own,

without assistance of the teachers and the subsequent admiration that used to come my way during

the term for knowing so much even before the teachers went through their rituals in the class was

always so heady and inspiring. We lived in a closely knit neighbourhood, where each elderly lady

was a mausi, each elderly gentleman a chacha, each older boy a bhaiya and each older girl a didi.

There was one daughter-in-law in the neighbourhood, who was a bhabhi to all of us. The house s

were built close to each other, either with a common wall or with narrow streets separating them.

Away from the disturbance inside our little household, this autumn break, I had shifted my day -time

study venue to the terrace of our house.

I would climb up the wooden ladder, books and some light refreshment in tow, and spend long

hours there. I would sit glued to my appointed place almost the whole day, enjoying in the opening

of my mind to new facts, new concepts and new knowledge. My mom had to call me r epeatedly

from down below to make me descend for my meals, and each time,

I would keep deferring the downward journey till she shrieked an extreme ultimatum or two. The

day was no different from other days. Only that sitting atop the house for over four ho urs at a

stretch had caused some cramps in my legs. This had not happened before. I just got up and

started walking on the terrace, from one end to the other, book in hand,
reading some nice and interesting passages on History of Science, a qualifying subj ect at college.

The thickish foliage emanating from guava trees in our backyard surrounded the terrace. As I began

my up-and-down movement, I looked around, and found our neighbour Madhavi washing clothes

under the tap in the compound of her house.

The tap was in a place near the corner of her house, surrounded by a 6 feet high boundary wall on

two sides and five feet high walls on the other two sides, making a small cubicle, which went by the

name of bathroom in her house. The bathroom had no formal door a nd only a three foot breach in

one of the walls constituted entrance to the place.

Madhavi was a most beautiful young woman of about 24. She was married and lived in that house

with her husband and his old parents. Even though I was 18 then, my existence thus far had been

mostly books and academics. There were not many females my age amongst my acquaintances. I

was perhaps not developed enough, physically and sexually.

It is not that I was constitutionally weak or stunted. I was a good 5 feet 9 inches and w eighed a

healthy 70 kg. But despite my limited sexual awareness and exposure, the very sight of Madhavi

used to set my heart aflutter in some peculiar way. Madhavi had had a baby only a few months

back and I had seen physical changes in her appearance duri ng her pregnancy.

Although I had little idea about the human reproductive system, never having studied biology, I

used to fancy Madhavi with a big tummy, every time I met her on the street. We used to call her

Bhabhi, the wife of elder brother. Madhavi bha bhi was quite shy but was a very warm person. Every

time we met, she would smile disarmingly at me and enquire about my studies.

My mom once told me that Madhavi bhabhi was a very good student herself before she was married

off into the neighbour's house four years back at a young age of 20. I did not pay much attention at

first to Madhavi bhabhi at work that day. But after a while, I found she had completed the washing

and stood in the bathroom.

Even as I strolled on the terrace, I saw from the corner of m y eyes that she began to take her shirt

off. The next moment, I saw Madhavi bhabhi standing there in a white bra. The foliage above her

did not perhaps permit her to realise that I was moving on the terrace of my house. She was

obviously oblivious of the prying young eyes watching her glorious secrets.
I had never seen a woman in that state of undress and I had some queer and hitherto

unexperienced sensations in my body. Without deliberately deciding to do so, I had stopped my

stroll and began looking at Madhavi bhabhi through the thick growth of guava leaves. I could see

her clearly. The skin that now revealed was a lot fairer that the very fair face of Madhavi bhabhi.

She had a long neck and slim arms. Even as I watched her surreptitiously, I saw her hands fiddle

with her bra at the back and it came unstuck. A most beautiful pair of breasts broke loose. The

breasts were even more white than the body revealed just a minute back and hung like ripe big

mangoes on her chest. There were large pink protrusions in the middle of each of the lovely

breasts.

The nipples were surrounded by areolar rings, the size of a large coin, dark pink in colour. My

breathing became instantly heavy. I could sense my little penis spring into action and become big. I

had earlier been used to engorgement of my penis only at night sometimes, when the urge for

urination became too stiff. But this was different.

There were weird sensations and it felt good as never before. Even as I stood there, panting hard, I

found Madhavi bhabhi take her salwar off. She wore nothing else underneath. Madhavi bhabhi was

now standing stark naked, in front of my eyes. She had beautiful legs, long and slender. The legs

were a bit hairy.

But what took my fancy was a bushy growth where her legs began and her tummy ended. I had

never known that woman had hair there, in the middle. Because I did not have any either, I was

ignorant about male pubic growth as well. While I was exposed to a scene I had never heard of, nor

seen before, the very sight of a nude woman caused some parts of my body to act in a manner not

experienced earlier.

I did feel that it was wrong on my part to snoop on Madhavi bhabhi like that, when she was not

aware of my presence on the terrace. But the thrill that this exotic sight gave me was too much to

give up the offering. Something that felt so good could not be wrong, I argued with myself. Madhavi

bhabhi began her bath. She took a jug of water and poured it over her neck.

I could see Madhavi bhabhi feel the chill of the cold water. The next moment, she was applying soap

over her body. As she massaged around her own breasts, giving particular attention to her nipples,
it became too much for me. I let out an involuntary gasp. I was petrified at the thought of Madhavi

bhabhi hearing my presence.

I shuddered to imagine what she would think of me if she did and I spontaneously sat down. I tried

to compose myself as best as I could but the sight of the forbidden fruit had ignited passions I was

a total stranger to. In no time, I popped up my head a gain and resumed my sightseeing. Madhavi

bhabhi was now sitting on a low stool and applying soap to her legs and thighs.

As her nimble hands moved towards her hairy mound, I waited with baited breath. Lo and behold,

she was at her pubic hair and gave them a good wash. It was all happening before my very eyes

and happening too fast for me to handle. The next thing I saw was Madhavi bhabhi putting her

soapy finger in what seemed to be a hole inside her bushy growth.

As she did that, Madhavi bhabhi appeared to slow down. She raised her head and her eyes pointed

skywards, directly in my line of sight. I was scared she had seen me. But the unfolding erotic

scenario and my constant gaze had emboldened me beyond what I ever believed could happen,

more so when it came to Madhavi bhabhi, whom I respected a lot.

I discovered, to my utter relief, that her eyes were closed and I decided to continue looking. I also

realised that Madhavi bhabhi was in the midst of a special experience herself, and that what she

was doing at the moment was giving her immense pleasure. I never before had this happen to me.

I noticed that I was huge and I felt embarrassed as I stood on the terrace with a huge erection

bulging out of my shorts. And even as I crouched there watching Madhavi bhab hi in the throes of

her mysterious bliss, the genesis and reason of which I did not understand one bit, I felt a chain of

tremors hit my penis.

It was as if an electric current was passing through it, bringing in its wake immense thrill and

ecstasy. Least did I realise then that I had just had the first orgasm of my life. The mid -body

raptures lasted what seemed like an eternity but was actually not more than a couple of minutes. I

could feel the hardness subside soon.

Madhavi bhabhi had also rinsed her body by now with liberal dose of water from the bucket under

the tap. The washing of soap on her breasts, the pubic hair and the hole within appeared to give her

special pleasure. She had now begun to dress up. I realised it was no longer safe to continue the
voyeurism. I quickly resumed my seat on the terrace and tried to drown myself in the book once

again.

C oncentrating on a text book was impossible after what I had just gone through. I was intrigued by

what I had seen, and I was fascinated by what I had ex perienced. And I was happy that Madhavi

bhabhi had not seen me all this while. My thoughts were fleeting at Einsteinian speeds. The sight of

a fully nude woman had kindled in me reactions I had never dreamed of earlier.

The way my own body had reacted to the spectacle of a naked Madhavi bhabhi had mesmerised me

beyond my comprehension. I had an urge to take it forward. I had an urge to touch Madhavi bhabhi

the way she was touching herself. I had an urge to massage her breasts, to feel her pubic hair, and

to dip my fingers in the mysterious hole that seemed to lie beneath.

But how could I? Madhavi bhabhi was known to be a very reserved person. She was widely

respected even amongst the otherwise vile mother -in-law kind of old ladies in our neighbourhood.

She was admittedly a much respected daughter-in-law in the locality. It was impossible to

concentrate my thoughts on any thing in particular.

I kept reading the book but nothing registered. My thoughts went back repeatedly to the beautiful

nude body of Madhavi bhabhi, the ecstasy she seemed to experience when she touched herself at

various places and the mysterious thrill that I got when hitherto unknown and unexperienced

sensations drowned my own penis and rest of my body into an indefinable trance.

I yearned to have more of that. But how was I to do that? I looked around, afraid if some one had

caught me in the sly act I had just gone through. To my horror, on the terrace on the other side of

our house was Anjali, also studying. Anjali was a year junior to me, and still in school but was

almost my age, give and take a few months.

We were good friends and she often used to come to me for assistance in some subjects, more

particularly mathematics. I kept looking at Anjali and in a while, our eyes met. She gave me a

sweet smile and my heart missed a heartbeat. I wondered if she had seen me spying Madhavi

bhabhi. I argued with myself that she might have but hoped that, most probably, she hadn't.

I was worried all the while about what would happen if she had and what would I do if she were to

spill the beans. I decided that it would be most prudent to talk to Anjali for a while. I called out to
Anjali, asking her how her studies were going. She mumbled something saying it was ok, but added

that she was stuck in integration by parts in her mathematics.

Making my job easier, she asked me if I could help her in this topic. I nodded assent and told her to

come right away. In two minutes flat, Anjali was with me on the terrace. Anjali was a nice looking

girl, quite pretty and had a most pleasant disposition. She had a wonderful sense of humour and

time spent with her could never be without boisterous laughter bursting from either side.

We sat down and she opened her book at the relevant page. I started from the very beginning . I

first explained to her that integration was the reverse of differentiation, and gradually went on to

explain to her the finer points of doing integration by parts. Step by step, I took her through the

first five questions in the chapter.

I was happy that by the third question, it was basically she who was solving them. I thought to

myself that asking Anjali to come was a good move as I had spent more than 45 minutes,

concentrating on her mathematics rather than fantasising about Madhavi bhabhi and her b eautiful

body.

But perhaps I was a bit too early in the thought, for, the reveries of Madhavi bhabhi returned with a

vengeance. Seeing me lost in thoughts, Anjali enquired if I was feeling ok. I mumbled something to

dispel her fears about my health but my reverie continued. This went on for a few minutes. Anjali

had always been a good and close friend, about the only one of my friends who was a girl.

Despite my relative proximity to her, our discussion has rarely gone beyond the usual pleasantries

or academics. Therefore, I never expected myself to say to her what I said, all of a sudden. I found

myself telling her that I had just done something horrible, that I had seen Madhavi bhabhi taking a

bath in her bathroom. For a moment, Anjali also did not know how to react.

After a while, she plainly said, "So, what? If you have seen her bathe, you have seen her. What is

the big deal?" I felt a bit reassured. If Anjali says so, then surely what I had done was not a sin.

And then, Anjali surprised me by asking, "Did you like what you saw?" I took a long time in

responding. Anjali was a good friend. I could perhaps confide in her. But she was a girl.

Would it be alright if I were to ventilate what was going on inside my mind and body? After a while,

Anjali caught me by my arm and said, "Madhavi bhabhi appears to have cast a spell on you. I do
not blame you. She is so beautiful". I now felt emboldened. I admitted coyly that I indeed liked

what I saw and that I saw her doing funny things and that I experienced funny thin gs myself in my

own body.

I confided in Anjali that Madhavi bhabhi's body is so different from mine and that I did not

understand a few things in her body. This was the first time my discussion with Anjali was taking

such a direction. We both became aware of the developing tension in the air, and almost

involuntarily decided to move to a corner where the parapet walls were higher.

I began my queries with the breasts and the nipples. Anjali said that Madhavi's breasts had to be

big because she had just given birth to a child and had been lactating the baby. I asked her if all

girls had breasts and she confirmed that, more than a bit surprised at the naivety of the question.

She ventured to add that hers had just begun to grow and were smaller.

She also mentioned that her own nipples were large. As I looked askance at her, Anjali enquired if I

wanted to feel them. I could not resist the offer and felt her nipples from above her shirt. As soon

as I held her nipples in my fingers, my penis sprang to life. Anjali was smiling softly all this while.

Encouraged, I palmed her whole breast and she let out a soft moan.

Her breasts were really soft, not covered by a bra, though they did appear smaller as compared to

Madhavi bhabhi's treasures. Anjali then chided me and sa id, "That's all? You were so worked up only

on this?" I mustered up courage to say that there was more to my unease than that. With great

difficulty, I told her that Madhavi bhabhi had hair in her middle.

Anjali's depth of knowledge in these matters surprised me once again. She said that grown up

women had those hair, and that she had seen them on her mom's body too. I asked her if she had

them and she told me that it had just about begun to come and there were a few thin strands. I

looked askance at her again, hoping that she would offer me a peek preview of her body.

But she did not and I was disappointed. Our discussion and actions so far had made me bold as

never before. Not getting the voluntary offer from Anjali, I asked her if she would let me see her

hair, no matter they were much fewer in number and density. Anjali was reluctant. "It won't be

right, Ankit", she said. I did not press any further, but fell silent.
No matter how much Anjali tried to get me talking again, I could not break my silence. My thoughts

were constantly focussed on Madhavi bhabhi's pubic mound and the hole that lay underneath. I was

constantly visualising the ecstasy that overtook Madhavi bhabhi when she put her own finger inside

her hole.

I was ceaselessly thinking about the volcanic eruptions in my own penis even as I saw Madhavi

bhabhi experience her raptures. I had not realised till then how good a friend Anjali was. Seeing me

thus, she lay down right there in front of me, closed her eyes and unknotted the string of her

salwar. It took me ages to bring my fingers to the top of her salwar and gradually push it down,

revealing her virgin girlhood.

As the salwar began its descent in slow motion, I could see the few thin black hair below her

abdomen, just before her thighs began. Her skin was so smooth, so radiant. And then I saw that

hole. It was the shape of a very large wheat grain or the seed of a date palm. I knew for sure that

girls did not have the penis that boys had and that they had a hole.

It was that hole that lay in front of me. But still, it was beyond my comprehension as to how putting

her finger in a hole meant for exit of urine could give such thrills to Madhavi bhabhi. I looked at

Anjali's hole more closely and found a few moist drops trickling down her thighs. I be gan wondering

if this was remnant of urine from her last visit to the washroom.

I asked Anjali if she had gone to the washroom before she came up but she denied that she had

such a trip. I, however, left it at that. Anjali had now opened her eyes. She appe ared no longer

uncomfortable at lying naked before me. Instead, she asked me, "Any further doubts or questions,

Ankit?" I then told her about the mysterious sensations I had experienced myself.

"Ah! That's a new subject, Ankit. I do not know much about tha t. But now that you have a question

in your mind, we must find the answer. What better way to do that than to see the affected area!"

She gestured me to unhook my shorts and pull them down. I hesitated for a moment and heard her

saying, "If I being a girl was bold enough to show you mine, you as a boy can't be more shy."

I unbuttoned my shorts and Anjali pulled them down, just as I sat in front of her. She again

motioned me to raise my butt from the floor and she dragged my shorts down all the way. Here I
was, naked for the first time before a girl. "I always thought your birdie would be a small one. This

is so big, Ankit!" said Anjali.

"No, Anjali, it is not always that big. Something has happened to it today", I replied. "Now tell me,

what happened when you had that little cameo with Madhavi bhabhi", Anjali continued. And I told

her slowly, in as cogent a manner as I could bring myself to, details of what happened. She looked

minutely at my erect penis but did not seem to find an answer to what had happened .

"Do you feel like urinating, Ankit?" she enquired. When I answered in the negative, she wondered

how the tip of my birdie was so wet. We were now both more confused than we started off as.

"Ankit, can I touch your pretty birdie?" Anjali pleaded, and I co uld barely nod my acquiescence. At

that very moment, my erect penis, birdie to Anjali, was held by a girl for the first time ever.

It felt soooooo good, absolutely different to how it felt always when I held it in my own hands. Anjali

began to fondle it lovingly and it felt even better. I told her that those same very sensations were

returning. Anjali was loving each moment of it too. She kissed the birdie and licked the underside

with her tongue.

As her movements became more and more aggressive, she found her salwar, down up to her knee

level, impeding her. She momentarily released my birdie and in one swift movement, took off and

threw her salwar away. Her lower body was now naked, just as mine. She continued to play with

my birdie and then she suddenly put one finger of her left hand inside her own hole.

She was on cloud nine. She was surely experiencing what I espied Madhavi bhabhi doing some

hours back. Her manoeuvring of my majestic boyhood was making me crazy. I wanted to come

closer to Anjali. I pushed her back and she lay on her back, still holding my pleasurable birdie. I

leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. I wanted to be even closer to her.

I lowered myself on Anjali, my lips on her lips, my chest resting on her soft breasts and our naked

lower bodies clinging to each other. My urge for more closeness was still getting the better of me. I

ground my erect penis against her thighs and it felt so good. We were both transported to a

different world.

Soon, my engorged organ got caught between the two thighs of Anjali and she brought them closer

to each other. In the tight grip of her thighs, I began moving up, down and sideways. It felt so
heavenly, so exotic. The thrills that Anjali experienced appeared to be no less. This went on for a

long long time. We were discovering facets of our persona that had remained hidden so far.

"Ankit. It feels so great. But can I make a request?" she pleaded. "Yes, tell me, my sweetheart". I

surprised myself with my own phraseology. "Actually, I am having some great sensations here", she

said, pointing to her vaginal opening. "I was wondering if you could touch your birdie here. I am

sure it will feel even better", she requested.

I did as directed. I positioned myself carefully and placed the tip of my big one on the entry to her

hole. Immediately, I could see some gooey fluid ooze out and drop on her entrance. It felt so good.

Anjali had her eyes closed, just as Madhavi bhabhi had earlier in the day. After a while, Anjali urged

me to push a little inside. I wasn't sure if this was right.

I had never imagined that one part of one human's body could be shoved inside a part of another

human's body. To me, it appeared a violation of the sovereignty of her body. But Anjali had me in a

vice like grip this day. I did as she wanted me to do. I pushed softly and her vagina opened to greet

my penis, making way for the hard, inflated and engorged penis to visit her inner portals.

Even before I heard Anjali gasp in utmost pleasure, my own delight reached a crescendo. Even as I

had limited the initial foray to about an inch inside her, I soon found myself wanting to be wholly

inside Anjali. I tried to push, but the path was constricted. I took my penis out for a moment and

found it was all wet with a sticky fluid all round the shaft.

It could not be urine of Anjali and it could not be my own gooey fluid. Obviously, it was Anjali's body

that had been secreting this mysterious fluid. While Anjali was cajoling me to go deeper inside, I

could sense she was in some sort of pain as well. I asked her about the pain and she told me that

the pain was great but it was a pleasurable pain and she wanted more of it.

She ordered me to push all the way inside, and with one powerful lunge, I found myself fully inside

Anjali. She had tears in her eyes, and yet she was smiling with a mystifying pleasure. The joy, the

gratification and the attainment were indescribable. Once inside fully, I wondered about the next

move. The entry had been so pleasing and enthralling. I wanted to enter again.

So, quite logically, I withdrew my distended boyhood almost to the tip and went in again. This time,

the entry was even more pleasing. I had discovered, all by myself the art of stroking during
intercourse. I went on and on. The lubrication had now increased and I was now slipping in and out

effortlessly. Each thrust inside gave us both immense pleasures.

We were both moaning with the newly found bliss that we had just experienced. I wanted to be

even closer to Anjali now. I positioned myself above her, pivoted myself o n my elbows and urged

her to help me take off her shirt. Once her shirt was off, she pulled my t-shirt out. I saw the breasts

of Anjali and they were cute indeed.

They were different from Madhavi's in more ways than one. As Anjali had told me, they were

smaller than Madhavi's. More importantly, they seemed more firm than Madhavi's. Also, the

complexion of Anjali's breasts was a lot fairer than Madhavi's, even though Madhavi's general

complexion was otherwise fairer.

I did not realise then that this was beca use Anjali's had newer tissue on them, as they had

developed only recently and Madhavi's had seen several summers. As we resumed journey on the

highway of our new found sexuality, we could feel each other's skin on our bodies and it gave us

immeasurable contentment. I lowered myself and kissed Anjali on her lips passionately.

I then placed my hand delicately on her breasts. My God! It was like heaven. The touch of her

breasts was even smoother than the satin grip her hole had on my big penis enveloped deep inside.

All this while, I was stroking in and out, in and out, bringing deep moans from Anjali's throat as well

as mine. We could spend a lifetime doing what we had just discovered.

How did we not realise earlier that our bodies could give so much to each other. After all, we had

known each other all our lives. Anjali was building up sexual tension inside her now. She became

more and more vocal. I was afraid someone down below would hear us and catch us in the act.

Even though we were at it for the first time ever in our lives, I had little doubt in my mind that what

we were doing was wrong, and would not get the sanction of others, should they ever know. Anjali

was asking me to do it faster, harder. I complied as best as I could. Her hole, which was so diff icult

to penetrate initially was now receiving my lusty thrusts with ease and gratitude.

Faster and harder I attacked her girlhood and the closer to that same sensation that I had earlier in

the day I reached. After a long time, Anjali let out a shrill cry and clasped me tightly, not letting me
stroke any further. Her hands were behind my buttocks, pulling me more and more into her. And

then, at the same very moment, something happened to me.

It was that same unending chain of pulsations in my penis that I had earlier in the day, which made

me want to enter even deeper into Anjali, even beyond the realms of physical possibility. I could

sense something physically moving from my body into hers, but the thought of violating the body of

Anjali was farthest from my mind now.

I had loved each moment of this wonderful sequence of events that had overtaken us. We were

both sweating profusely. The crescendo subsided a bit and I found myself kissing Anjali on her lips

again. She closed her eyes yet again, even as I kissed her nipples and suckled at them, taking along

a sizeable portion of her soft but firm breasts inside my mouth.

Little did we realise then that we had just had the first sexual intercourse of our lives. I felt my

penis softening inside Anjali and I rolled over. I looked down at where we were interminably joined

just a moment ago and found some viscous clear fluid dripping out of Anjali's beautiful hole.

There was a hint of blood mixed with the fluid. I also noted that her hole was a bit swollen in

comparison to what it was before we embarked on this most exotic journey. I glanced at my own

now flaccid boyhood and found it so much at peace with itself, all wet with the sticky fluids which, I

now was sure, were secreted by Anjali's system.

There was blood smeared on the curvature over its whole length. Despite the blood, which I

guessed was from Anjali's body after the ecstatic pain she experienced, there were serene smiles on

our faces.