Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. NISHA THE LITTLE ONE By Sahebji Dear readers, this is a story about my experiences with Nisha, my little one. My name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, 6 feet tall, slim with a strong well-built physique. I am a commercial artist by profession. When my story 'Ramu and Cassie' appeared on the web I received several e-mails asking me to tell them the circumstances in which Nisha (Cassie's best friend) lost her cherry. 'Aapke annurodh per main yeh katha sunata hoon (At your request I narrate this story)'. A few words about Nisha, yes Nisha, the little one. Nisha was very different from any girl I had met before or after her. She was.... She was... frankly words fail me. I do not know how to describe her to you. Best I can say is that she was a mixture of many qualities. Actually I would say that she was like fresh breeze or a cool refreshing cocktail. Yes definitely a heady cocktail. Believe me. The only draw back I saw in her was her insatiable curiosity. Nisha was curious as hell about everything and everyone under the sun. She was one of her kind. She was unique. Why don't I tell you all that happened so that you can judge for yourself? As I had a long relationship with her (for over two years) it would be unfair to subject you to each and every experience. I will therefore, if you permit me, restrict myself to the highlights of our long relationship. Nothing was normal or predictable with her. This will be evident to you from the way I met her in the first place. One evening after work when I reached my flat I heard the phone ringing. I quickly opened the door and answered it. A young sweet voice said, 'At last! If you don't like answering the phone then why do you have one'. I explained to her that I had just returned home and have responded as quickly as I could. She dismissed my apology by saying, 'Whatever. Please may I speak to Ramu?' 'Ramu is not here' I told her. 'Oh' she said in a disappointed tone. Her question intrigued me. Ramu had left town several months ago. I quickly added, 'What if Ramu is not here can I be of any service'. 'Service? Yes I'd like that. What kind of service can you render?' she said and laughed. Her laughter was like music to my ears. I liked her voice and her laughter. I decided to play along. 'I can do anything and everything Mere Aaka (My master)'. 'Mere Aaka? That is nice. Who am I speaking to?' she said laughing again. 'I am the Genie from Aladdin's magic lamp' I told her not wanting to disclose my identity as yet. 'Tell me all you can do My Genie' she said imperiously. 'I can press your feet. I can polish your boots Mere Aaka' I said. 'Not interested. Continue' she commanded. 'I can wash your clothes. I can iron them for you Mere Aaka'. 'No I have a dhobi (washerman) who does that. 'Go on' she said. 'I can drive you round the city. I can give you a conducted tour of all the historical sites in town Mere Aaka' I continued. 'No thank you I get enough of history in college. What else?' she wanted know. 'I can cook for you Mere Aaka' I suggested. 'Interesting. What can you cook?' She asked. 'I can boil water for starters Mere Aaka' I said. She laughed and said, 'Boil water? Some cook. Hot water is good for bathing only. Not interested. Tell me more'. 'I can escort you to plays and take you to the movies Mere Aaka' I told her. 'Stop. Movies, I love movies' she said. 'So do I Mere Aaka' I said. 'Okay My Genie can you also procure movie tickets?' she queried. I had to meet this delightful girl so I told her, 'Absolutely. Just name the movie but there is a small condition attached to it Mere Aaka'. 'Hey! Genies don't make conditions they only obey' she countered. I said, 'Mere Aaka in today's times of organised labour, we Genies also have an union and as per rule 33 part c sub section 2.4......'. She said, 'Okay, Okay don't get technical. What is the condition? 'I must accompany you to the movies. Agreed? I asked. 'First tell me can you get tickets for any show, any day for any movie I nominate?' she said. 'Definitely. Just name the movie, date and show Mere Aaka' I boasted crossing my fingers. 'What if you fail? She asked. This girl was thorough. 'Question of failure does not arise I am a genie but should the eventuality arise then you can have my head on a platter Mere Aaka' I told her. 'What will I do with the head of a Genie?' she wanted to know. 'You could play football with it Mere Aaka' I suggested boldly. 'Oh yes it would be fun to kick a Genie's big nose'. That hurt. 'I don't have a big nose' I protested. She decreed, 'Of course you have. All Genies have big noses. Don't you read any books? Okay I agree to your condition. Get two tickets for the matinee show on coming Saturday for Ma.......ke......aan...'. 'As you desire Mere Aaka' I replied. 'MG I want to be fair with you. Tickets for this movie are not available for love or money for the next three weeks or even more' she said. 'MG?' I asked. 'MG. My Genie. Man! Are you dull!' she laughed. 'Oh I see. We Genies don't pay for tickets we procure them with love' I told her. 'Best of luck to you MG. Remember to keep your knife sharpened. Byeee' she said and laughed. 'Hey, hold on. Don't go away. How do I contact you when I have the tickets? Tell me your name and telephone number' I said. 'My name is Mere Aaka. You already know that. As for my phone number you know the well-known line 'Don't call us we will call you'. I will check with you at six on Friday evening. Not like today, be there MG. Byeeee' and signed off. This girl sounded very interesting I had to meet her. The movie she had named had been released very recently. It was doing extraordinarily well at the box office. To get tickets for it at such short notice would be nigh impossible. My only bet was Mr. H, an industrialist for whom I had done some work recently. He also owned a cinema hall in town. With a prayer on my lips that this movie is showing in his hall I opened the newspaper. Well my luck was in. The movie was running in four halls and Mr. H owned one of them. It was not too late. I decided to call him at his office. His secretary connected me to him. He was very gracious. I introduced myself. 'Of course I remember you Sahebji. How are you? Even today people congratulate me on the excellent 'ad' campaign you had designed for me. Tell me what can I do for you?' he asked. I told him my problem. 'Don't worry it will be done but check with me tomorrow at the same time'. Next day I rang him up again. His secretary said, 'The boss is in a meeting but I have a message for you. You should contact the manager of the hall tomorrow. He will do the needful'. On Thursday I met the manager and he gave me two passes for the desired show. Happy at having got what she wanted I waited for her call on Friday evening. Promptly at six on Friday evening the phone rang. As soon as I answered it she said, 'MG have you got the tickets?' 'Of course Mere Aaka' I replied. 'Are you telling the truth?' she asked incredulously. I said,' Absolutely. You remember what I said about my head....' 'Okay, okay don't get technical MG I believe you. My God my friends will die of envy when I tell them that I had seen this movie. MG I will meet you at 3 p. m. on Saturday in front of the box office. Okay'. 'No, Not okay' I said. In a irritated voice she said, 'What is your problem now?' How will I recognize you? Tell me what will you be wearing Mere Aaka?' I asked. 'Clothes naturally. Did you think I would turn up in my birthday suit?' she said haughtily. 'Of course not. Tell me what kind of clothes will you be wearing a sari, salwaar kammez etc.' I persisted. 'Oh I see. Why did you not say this in the first place? Let me see. Normally I require two hours to decide on what to wear but today just because you have got the tickets, I will try to do it in two minutes' she said giggling. For two minutes there was complete silence. 'Okay I will be wearing a dark green sari with matching blouse etcetera, etcetera, etcetera got it' she said. 'Yes now please describe yourself to me' I requested. 'MG be patient. On Saturday you can see my beautiful self for yourself' she replied.' 'Do you want me to take the wrong girl to the movies?' I threatened. 'You dare not. I will personally strangle you. Okay listen do you know Marilyn Monroe?' she questioned. 'I know of her but have never met her' I replied truthfully. 'Silly how could you meet her. Poor MM is dead and gone many, many years ago. Now pay attention MM was blonde I am not, MM was tall I am not. MM had lots of oomph, I don't....' she said. 'Sorry to interrupt you Mere Aaka. What is oomph?' I asked pretending ignorance. She said, 'You don't know what oomph is? You call yourself a man. Ask someone. Lastly I am much prettier than MM. Got it?' 'Yes just one more thing. It will be very crowded in front of the box office, I suggest that instead of meeting there, we meet on the opposite side of the street. It will be easier to locate each other'. 'Good suggestion. Why did I not think of it? MG you are really not so dumb as you sound. Right be there at 3 p.m. sharp. I am like time and tide and all that I don't wait for anyone. Byeee'. On Saturday afternoon I reached the appointed place fifteen minutes early. Punctually at 3 p.m., I saw a girl in dark green sari coming towards me. I studied her. She was just as she had described herself. She had long thick black hair done up in a plait, she was short. 5' 1" max. Her tits were small but suited her petite body and she was very pretty. I also noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Actually she did not require to, as her tits were very firm. She stopped a few paces away from me. I waited to see what she would do. Within the next five minutes she looked at her watch no less than twenty times and started to tap her foot impatiently. I walked up behind her and recited: ~~~~~ Khwaab ho tum ya haqeekat, kaun ho tum batlao, Der se door khardi ho tum, mere kareeb tau aajao. ~~~~~ (Literal translation of this couplet is 'Are you real or a dream, tell me who you are? Since long you are standing so far away, come near me'). She gave me a dirty glance and moved away. I moved near her and said, 'It seems your friend had ditched you. Why don't you let me take you to the movies?' she turned and with a menacing look said, 'If you don't go away from here then I will shout and all these good people will beat you to pulp' and opened her mouth to shout. 'Are you going to have your poor MG beaten up Mere Aaka? I said softly. 'Oh MG it is you. Have you got the tickets? Show me' she demanded. 'Yes I have the tickets but first let us introduce ourselves. My name is Saheb Sahebji and you are?' I replied. 'I am Nisha. Show me the tickets please' she said. 'Come let us go otherwise we will be late' I told her. Reluctantly she let me conduct her across the street. At the gate I showed the passes to the ticket checker. He touched his cap and said, 'Welcome sir we were expecting you' and handed over the passes to another man in livery and instructed him to show us to our seats. 'Madam, sir, please follow me' he said. I glanced side ways at Nisha. She looked thoroughly impressed by this VIP reception. We were conducted to a box with two seats. The seats were plusher and more comfortable than in first class of an aircraft. As we settled down Nisha again asked for the tickets. I gave them to her. After studying them for a few minutes she exclaimed, 'These are free passes'. 'I told you we Genies don't pay for tickets' I replied smugly. Nisha looked at her surroundings and said, 'Sahebji don't tell me you own the damned cinema hall'. 'Of course not it is owned by an industrialist for whom I had done some work' I told her. 'Who is he?' she asked. I told her his name. 'How old is he?' 'About 45' I told her. 'Is he married? 'I think so' I replied. Her next questions were 'Is he very rich? How many halls does he own? He must be very rich? Luckily the lights were dimmed at this point. I told her let us watch the movie now and we can talk later. When the feature film started Nisha's hand slowly crept into mine and she would occasionally squeeze it. I looked at her to see if this was some sort of a hint. She was completely oblivious of what she was doing. The film contained lot of violence and I realized that whenever some shooting or fighting took place on the screen she would squeeze my hand. At intermission time she quietly withdrew her hand. A waiter in spotless white uniform came and asked us if we wanted something to eat or drink. I asked Nisha. She said, 'A coke and lots and lots of popcorn please. What about you?' 'No I don't want anything' I said. 'Make it two cokes for me' she told the waiter. When the waiter had left I said, 'Nisha I really don't want anything'. 'I want two cokes for myself. Any objections?' was her curt reply. When the goodies came she gave me one bottle and placing the popcorn bag between us said, 'Eat and drink. No excuses please'. I resigned to my fate. 'Now that both my hands are going to be occupied whose hand will you squeeze when there is shooting? I asked her with a smile. 'Was I squeezing your hand? She murmured then with a grin she added, 'Don't worry I can now hold on to this bottle'. After the movie I invited her for a cup of coffee and snacks. We went to a small coffeehouse and chatted for an hour or so. We talked mostly about the movie. I asked her to tell me something about herself. With tears in her eyes Nisha said, 'I lost my father some years back and I now live with my mother and my 12 year old younger brother. After my father's death my mother looks after the family business. We live in our own house. We are well off but not rich. Your turn now'. I told her that my parents were dead, I am a commercial artist I live alone and have a nine to five job. At about seven thirty she suddenly said that she had to get back home. She did not allow me to drive up to her house and asked me to stop at the corner saying that she would walk the rest of the way. Nisha said, 'Sahebji thank you very much for a wonderful afternoon. I enjoyed myself very much and had a great time. Byee' and shook my hand. 'A hand shake is all the reward I get for showing you a great time' I asked her. I felt her hand stiffen. She asked, 'What reward did you have in mind?' 'First promise that you won't say no' I said. 'Nisha never grants blind wishes even to Genies. Ask and I shall consider' was her imperious reply. I said, 'Nisha I also had a great time. My wish is that you consent to go out with me again'. Her hand relaxed. 'Of course I will go out with you again. I am glad that you asked me now otherwise I would have had to ring you again to ask you out' she said and laughed. After fixing our next date we parted. On the way home I thought that I was lucky to meet such a beautiful and delightful girl. We dated for two months. During this time we went to movies, plays, coffeehouses, and for long walks among other things. During this period I did not even attempt to kiss her. Normally I am quite aggressive but for some unexplained reason, I was meek as a mouse in her company. I was quite happy with my lot. Nisha loved short forms and started calling me SS. I got in the habit of calling her 'the little one'. At first she objected, thinking I was making fun of her height but when she realized that it came from my heart she insisted that I call her only by that name. Whenever I called her Nisha she immediately thought that I was either angry or annoyed with her. She would telephone me at all odd hours and chat for hours. I did not mind it but sort of liked it. One evening, after movies we sat on a bench in a park talking. Suddenly Nisha said, 'SS I have been thinking and have come to the conclusion that you don't like me'. Surprised I said, 'Of course I like you very much. Who told you this rubbish?' She said, 'You my dear SS'. 'Me! I never said anything of that sort' I replied. She explained, 'Fine look at it this way. We are going out together now for over two months and you have not even tried to kiss me even once. What is a girl to think?' 'I did not want to offend you that is why' I clarified. 'This way you ended up offending me even more' she said. 'Are you saying that you want me to kiss you? ' 'My God this man is dumb. Of course stupid, do you want me to give it to you in black and white?' I bent over and tenderly kissed her on her beautiful red lips. 'Do you call this peck a kiss? She asked haughtily. She got up and walked up few steps and looked to her right and left. No one was in sight. She came back, seated herself on my lap and grabbed my head and gave me a long passionate kiss. When she had finished she said, 'Now this is what I call a kiss'. Panting I said, 'Wow! You are a great kisser. Who taught you to kiss like that?' She made a face and said, 'Who can teach Nisha anything, Nisha learnt it by reading books and watching movies. Seriously SS you are first person who has ever kissed me'. 'Here is another sample' she said and again started to kiss me. This time she stuck her tongue in my mouth. We french kissed for a long time. During the kiss my hand automatically went to her bosom and I slowly squeezed her small but pretty tits. She moaned loudly. After the kiss she complained, 'SS tumne meri chuchi kyon dabayi? (SS why did you squeeze my tits?)' 'Didn't you like it? I asked. 'Yes I liked it that is why I don't like it' she said in her unique logic. 'Theek hai aage se main teri chuchi nahin choounga (Okay, in future I will not touch your tits again)' I told her. 'Oh! You won't' she murmured softly in a disappointed tone. When we sat in the car saying good night we kissed again and again. She suddenly opened the door and said, 'I have an idea. Stay where you are'. She walked around to my side and after pushing her sari to one side stuck her tits inside the open window saying, 'Have fun guys'. I did not know whether she said this to her tits, me or both. In the light of the street lamp I could clearly see her erect nipples. I did not want to loose this opportunity I turned my head and at first tenderly kissed them and then taking her erect nipples in my mouth by turns slowly sucked on them through her thin blouse. During all this time Nisha moaned loudly and placing her hands behind my head pressed her tits against my face. Then I bit lightly on one of her nipples. 'Oh you bad man that hurt' she said and pulling her sari over the two wet spots on her blouse she ran towards her house-waving goodbye. On one Sunday afternoon I asked, 'What would you like to do today little one?' Instead of replying to my question she said, 'SS do you know that all the guys I went out before you....'. Just to tease her I interrupted, 'Oh you went out with other guys also'. 'Of course what do you think I am a freak or something. For your kind information you are the fifth' she replied haughtily. 'Okay, okay what about the other guys?' I asked. 'What was I saying? Yes, all the guys I went out before you tried to kiss me on the very first date and you kissed me after two solid months and that too when I prompted you. On the second date they wanted to take me to their room to show me some stupid collection or the other' she continued. I interrupted again and said, 'And naturally you went'. 'Of course not. What do you think I am a whore' she said angrily. 'No of course not. I didn't say that' I said defensively. 'You did not say it but you jolly well implied it. Never mind as I was saying you have not even once mentioned your room' she said. 'Flat' I corrected. She said, 'What? 'I don't live in a room but in a flat' I clarified. 'Whatever! it is the same thing isn't it? Yes now I know the reason your flat is not furnished' she said. 'My flat is beautifully and very comfortably furnished' I said proudly. 'How am to judge it. I have never seen it' was her indifferent reply. 'Are you trying to tell me that you want to go to my flat? I asked incredulously. 'My god SS what perception. What do you think I am trying to tell you for the last two hours?' she said sarcastically. 'But we met only twenty minutes back' I said meekly. 'Now you are again getting technical' she said with a grin. 'Okay we will go to my flat but what will we do there?' I asked her. 'Do you have a TV?' she asked. 'Yes a real big screen TV with the latest zoom technology' I said proudly. 'Must you always get technical and try to confuse me. Do you have a VCR?' she continued. 'Yes that too" I said. 'Right we will go to your flat and watch a movie. In case you don't have the one I want to see, then you can go and get it. Okay' she decided. When we entered the flat Nisha was all praises 'Wow what a lovely flat. It is beautifully furnished. I love it'. 'I designed the interiors myself' I said proudly. Nisha was not listening but was going from one room to the other. 'What are you looking for? There is no one here but us' I said. 'I am inspecting your flat. Do you mind? Tell me something....' I knew what was coming and interrupted her, 'The flat does not belong to me. It is on rent. The landlord lives on the ground floor. He is married and has two children. The elder one is as old as you are and I am not going to tell you the rent I am paying. Anything else?' She made an impish face and said, 'SS now you are being rude'. Nisha walked up to the sofa and ordered, 'Come here. I walked up to her. She quickly climbed on to the sofa and kissed me. I got a hard on. As I did not want to lose control on myself I said, 'Nisha cut it out and sit down. Here is the TV remote and this is the remote for the VCR. Now tell me which picture do you want to see' I said. 'I was only giving you your reward for a job well done in decorating your flat. You don't have to get angry and don't call me Nisha. I am your little one remember' she said. While she was deciding which movie she wanted to see she unconsciously switched on the TV. The TV came on, on the VCR channel. I suddenly remembered that there was a blue film in the VCR. I had been watching it with some friends a few days ago. I quickly removed it and locked it in a drawer. Knowing Nisha's inquisitive nature I put the key in my pocket. 'Why did you lock that tape?' she asked. 'It is a film not meant for young ladies like you. Have you decided which movie you would like to see?' I said changing the topic. She gave me the names of two movies. 'Bring any one of the two and please don't hurry back' she said as I was leaving. When I returned in half an hour or so I was aghast. Nisha was watching the blue film I had locked in the drawer with rapt attention. 'How did you take the tape out?' I asked angrily. Without taking her eyes off the screen she twirled a hairpin between her fingers and said, 'I learnt to open drawers when I was a little girl. Your drawer was easy. Now shut up and sit down and let me watch' patting the space next to her. I sat down and started to watch the movie. Nisha cuddled up to me and placed her head on my shoulder. On the screen a naked man was ramming his cock in the cunt of a naked women. Nisha was panting slightly. Suddenly Nisha said, 'SS yeh kaissi movie hai? Issme yeh log khullam khulla chudai kar rahe hain (SS what type of movie is this? They are fucking openly in it)'. 'It is a blue film. I told you it was not meant for you' I told her. Ignoring what I had said she asked, 'Inhain sharam nahin aati? (Aren't they ashamed?)'. 'Of course not it is their job' I said. 'Tell me jab uss lardki ki choot main itna barda laurda jaata hai tau usse dard nahin hoti? (Tell me doesn't it hurt when that big cock goes inside the cunt of that woman ' Nisha asked. 'Haan dard hoti hai lakin sirf paheli baar phir khabie nahin hoti (Yes it hurts but only the first time thereafter it never hurts)' I clarified. 'Yes my friend was also saying the same' she said more to herself than to me. I was also getting aroused. I kissed her tenderly and placed my arm round her and caressed her tits. 'Oh SS your hands feels so nice. Itna achcha pahele mujhe kabhi nahin laga (It has never felt so good before). Please don't stop' she moaned loudly. Her next question was, 'Isse bachche hone ka dar nahin lagta? (Is she not scared of getting pregnant?)' 'No. There are many methods of preventing unwanted pregnancy' I said. Again she said to herself 'Yes my friend also said that'. She continued her cross-examination; 'SS tell me do you know of these methods?' 'Yes a few' I replied. She asked, 'SS tumne kabhie kissi ko choda hai (SS have ever fucked anyone)?' 'Yes' I replied truthfully. 'Meri saheli keheti hai chudai main bahut hee mazaa aata hai. Kya yeh such hai? (My friend tells me that fucking is very enjoyable. Is this correct?)' she asked. 'Yes your friend is right. Fucking is very enjoyable for both man and woman' I said. During all this conversation she had kept her eyes riveted on the TV screen. She was now breathing heavily. Her breath was becoming shorter and shorter. After a silence of few minutes she wailed, 'Oh mujhe chudai main kaissa mazaa aata hai janane ki bahut khuwaish hai (Oh I am so curious to experience the pleasures of fucking'. I kept silent. 'SS ek idea. Tum kyon nahin mujhe chodete? Haan yehi theek rahega please tum mujhe chodo (SS I have an idea. Why don't you fuck me? Yes this would be the best please fuck me)' she proposed. 'Nisha have you gone mad? Do you know what you are saying?' I protested. 'Haan main pagal hogayi hoon. Main jaanati hoon main kya keh rahi hoon. Main chahati hoon ki tum mujhe chodo (Yes I have gone mad. I know what I am saying. I want you to fuck me). If you say no then I will go and fuck the first man I meet. I am determined to experience the pleasures of fucking. Now you decide' she threatened. 'Okay but remember that once we start then I will stop only when it is over' I told her. She nodded. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. In the bedroom I lay her down on the bed. I knelt beside the bed and started to kiss her and undo her blouse. She caught my hand and whispered, 'Chodene ke liye blouse uttarne ki kya zaroorat hai? (For fucking where is the necessity to take off the blouse?)' 'Nanga hokar chodene main zayeda mazaa aata hai (It more enjoyable to fuck naked)' I replied. 'Oh' she said and released my hand. Thereafter she did not stop me but on the contrary assisted me to undress her. I looked at her, as she lay naked on my bed. Her eyes were shut. Her mouth was slightly open. She had a scared expression on her face. Her small firm tits were hard and the nipples erect making holes in the ceiling. Her choot was covered with tastefully clipped pubic hair. The slit was visible through it's fur covering. Her legs were slightly apart. While kissing and sucking her tits I ran my fingers in between her choot lips. Her buttocks bucked slightly as my finger pressed her erect clit. Nisha was now moaning loudly. 'Nisha when do you expect your next periods' I asked. Not understanding me correctly she replied impatiently, 'Of course I have my periods. I am a big girl now if you have not noticed'. 'No Nisha tell me it is very important. When are your periods due next?' I persisted. 'Oh I don't know. They finished just two days ago. My mind is not working. You work it out for yourself' she said between moans of pleasure. 'SS mujhe jaldi se chodo (SS fuck me quickly)' she said impatiently. I did not want to lose this golden opportunity to fuck her virgin cunt. I immediately got on top of her and started rubbing my hard erection between her cunt lips. 'Oh bahut achcha lag raha hai. Yeh garam garam kya hai? (Oh the feels so nice. What is this warm thing?)' she asked. 'Yeh mera laurda hai (It is my cock)' I said. Placing my cock on the entrance of her virgin choot I slowly applied pressure. 'Oww it hurts. Oh my God yeh tau meri choot main guss raha hai (Oww it hurts. Oh my God it is entering my cunt)' she moaned. My cock slid in easily till her virginal sentry stopped further progress. I gathered her firmly in my arms and whispered in her ears, 'Darling it will hurt a little now'. She nodded and braced herself for the pain to follow. Slowly I pressed further. I felt her hymen stretching. 'SS mujhe bahut dard ho rahi hai (SS it is hurting me very much)' she shouted. Ignoring her protest I pushed harder. Suddenly the hymen snapped and half of my rigid cock slid into her choot. 'AAAYYYIIIEEE bahut dard ho rahi hai main mar gayi (AAAYYYIIIEEE it is hurting a lot. I am dying' she said with tears in her eyes. I kissed away her tears and said, 'Darling the painful part is over. Now you can relax and enjoy'. I started to fuck her with long slow strokes. I kept varying the length and the speed of my in and out movement. Soon the pain was forgotten and Nisha was moaning loudly, 'SS it feels wonderful. I have never felt such intense sensation before. Yes please go on. I think I am about to come. H..yes h..yes I am coming OH, OH I AMMMM COMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGgg'. I did not stop. I continued to move my cock in and out of her choot. Soon she was moaning again. Her bottoms started to move in rhythm of my strokes. 'Oh SS don't stop now I think I am going to come again' she pleaded. I increased my speed. I was also not too far away. 'OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD I AMMMM COMMMMMIIINNNNGGG AGAAAIIINNnnn' she shouted and fell back panting. At this very moment I shot my load inside her. For a few minutes we lay still kissing each other and savoring the intense feelings we had just experienced. As we lay resting I lit a cigarette and asked her, 'How was it? Did it hurt too much?' 'It was heavenly. I had never imagined it could be so wonderfully pleasurable. No it did not hurt too much. My friend said that when she lost her virginity she had nearly died of pain' she said and cuddled up to me. She lay with her head on my chest. I suddenly felt tears dropping on me. 'What happened little one why are you crying?' I asked. 'Tum mere baare main kya soch rahe hoge? Suchchi main yahan chudwane nahin aayi thi (What must you be thinking of me? Please believe me, I did not come here to fuck)' she replied between sobs. 'I think you are my sweet little one. Many a times the circumstances become such that one does things that one never thought of doing. What was to happen has happened. So forget it and relax' I told her. She said, 'You must think I am a whore'. 'Yes' I said. She sat up erect and snapped, 'What did you say?' 'Yes. I think you are my sweet little virgin whore' I said laughing. She smiled and relaxed. After few minutes she started to bawl again. 'Now what has happened little one? I asked. 'Shut up. I am mourning the death of my virginity' she said seriously. I kept quiet and watched her. After two minutes she wiped her tears and declared that the mourning period was over and said very solemnly, 'What was destined to happen has happened. Who can stop 'his' will', she added pointing towards my limp cock. After a while she said, 'SS kya main aapka laurda choo sakti hoon? (SS may I touch your cock?)' 'Of course be my guest' I said laughing. She gingerly touched my limp cock with the tip of her fore finger. 'No not like that. Take it properly in your hand. It won't bite you' I suggested. As soon as she took hold of my cock it started to grow and get hard. 'Oh yeh tau barda ho raha hai (Oh it is getting big)' she said giggling. 'My God it is becoming bigger and bigger' she said. Soon my cock was standing in its full glory. 'SS aapka laurda tau bahut barda hai (SS your cock is very big)' she observed. 'So that I can fuck you better my dear' I joked. For a few minutes she sat contemplating my cock and then asked, 'SS are you telling me that this huge thing went into my poor little choot (cunt)'. 'Absolutely didn't you notice?' I asked. 'Of course not. I was too tense and scared' she said. 'I won't believe it till you show me' she said. I slowly entered her till whole of my rigid member was inside her. I said, 'Now you can check for yourself'. She put her hand down and verified the truth of my statement. She laughed and said, 'You are right the whole of it is in my hole. Now that you are already inside me why don't you fuck me again'. 'That is exactly what I had in mind' I told her and we had another satisfying fuck. She said, 'I know what I will call you from today. I will call you 'the big one'. Everyone will think it is because of your height but only we would know why. Is it okay with you' she said. 'Go ahead I don't mind' I told her. Then she wanted to continue seeing the blue film. I old her that TV is very heavy and I will have it shifted to the bedroom later. No she wanted it done right away and was ready to cry. I had no choice. With her help I managed to move the TV to the bedroom. She sat cross-legged on the bed watching the film while manipulating my lund (cock) with one hand. As soon as she saw that I was hard again she would say, 'dil maange more (my heart desires more) and we would fuck. Once in between fucks she took my cock in her hand and said, 'My dear big one how did you like me. I enjoyed meeting you very much'. She repeated this couple of times. Then she turned to me and said, 'Is your lund deaf and dumb? My choot is talking to him and he is not replying'. I said, 'Listen what my laurda is saying. I enjoyed visiting you. I hope to visit you again and again but.....' Interrupting me she snapped 'But what? But what? 'But I think you are a little over dressed' I concluded. She murmured, 'Over dressed? Oh I see. My big one you don't like my present dress. Next time when you see me I will wear my birthday suit for you. Happy?' 'That will be nice' I laughed. As she was leaving she said, 'I hope you have not made me pregnant big one. My mother is not going to appreciate becoming a grandmother as yet'. 'Don't worry I guarantee that you won't get pregnant. I told her. She said, 'Get some more dirty movies. I will be come again... soon' and left. Three days later I received a call from her, 'I will be there in fifteen minutes be ready'. Punctually after fifteen minutes Nisha arrived. Seeing me still dressed she said, 'Man you are lazy. Come undress quickly I have something to show to the big one' and went into the bedroom and started to take her clothes off. When we both were naked she caught my lund and pointing it towards her choot said, 'Na darling how do you like me in my birthday suit?' Nisha had as promised removed her pubic hair. 'You look beautiful. I would so much like to visit you' I replied. She laughed loudly and pulling me by my cock led me to the bed and said, 'What the hell do you think I came here for? Yes darling, now fuck me to my hearts content'. After a very satisfying fuck Nisha said, 'I would like to see the big one cum'. 'Why not? Take it in your hand and move the fore skin up and down' I told her. At first she moved her hand very awkwardly but soon got the hang of it. She sat cross-legged watching my cock intently. I started to moan, 'It feels so good. Go on but a little faster. Yes I am about to come. Yes little one I am coming'. Hearing this she moved her face above my erect cock so that she could see my-cum coming out properly. I tried to warn her, 'No don't do tha...' but it was too late. The first spurt caught her squarely in the face. Surprised she yelped and moved her head away. The subsequent spurts went high up in the air and fell back on my chest and stomach making big white blobs. She watched all the operation with girlish delight. Then her attention was drawn to the white blobs. She stuck one finger in one of them and asked, 'It feels quite gooey. How does it taste?' 'Try it for yourself' I told her. She picked one blob in her finger with a swiping motion and put it in her mouth. 'Hmm salty but not bad. I love salty things' was her verdict. She dealt with the other blobs in similar fashion. She then licked my chest and belly and said, 'Big one now you are nice and clean again'. I laughed and said, 'I may be clean but you missed the one hanging from your cheeks'. She stuck her tongue out and captured the truant blob and swallowed it. 'Yes this was good' she proclaimed. When she was leaving she gave me a tube of hair removing cream and said, 'Keep it with you I don't my mother finding it by chance and ask too many awkward questions'. The normal routine was that as soon as she arrived she would go straight into the bedroom undress and lie down on the bed. One day I asked her, 'Little one why are you always so impatient to fuck?' 'Kya karoon dil hai ki maanta nahin (What should I do my heart is never satisfied). After we had made love while I rested, she would watch blue films with my cock in her hand. When she felt that I was getting hard we would fuck again. One day she said, 'I want you to lick my choot and I will suck your cock, like those two are doing on the screen'. We then sixty-nined. She enjoyed it very much and said, 'The part I enjoyed most was the creamy drink at the end. Big one your cum is so thick and creamy that I had to literally chew on it' she giggled. On one occasion when I was about to fuck her for the first time with a condom her inquisitive nature took over and she said, 'Stop what is your lund wearing?' I explained what it was and its function. She was not satisfied till I had rolled it on and off a couple of times. She was happy only after she had taken it completely off and put it on me again and said, 'Theek hai ab tum mujhe chod sakte ho (It is okay. now you can fuck me). When you are done with it give it to me.' Surprised at her request I asked, 'What will you do with it?' 'Mind your own business and get that big one of yours inside me on the double' she commanded. After the fuck when I gave her the used condom she tried to drink my-cum out of it. Some went into her mouth but most of it rolled down on to her tits and body. 'Does it taste any different?' I asked. 'Not as good as the fresh supply from the fountain itself' she giggled. Early one morning the phone rang. I was still asleep. I said, 'Hello' in a sleepy voice. Nisha was on the line. She shouted, 'Aaj ki tazaa khabar. Aaj ki tazaa khabar (Today's latest news. Today's latest news)' like a newspaper hawker on the street. 'What is it? I asked groggily. She asked 'Big one have you read today's headlines?' 'Have a heart little one I was sleeping' I replied. 'Get up you lazy man it is already 6.30 in the morning. 'Listen to today's headlines. Hey are you awake?' I thought god knows what has happened I got up and lit a cigarette and said, 'Yes I am awake now. Tell me what calamity has taken place?' She said, 'The headlines read I quote, "The little one is not having a little one", it further says, "Our star reporter Mr. Nosey Parker interviewed 'the little one' and her mother. 'The little one' said that she is happy yet sad but her mother was very emphatic and stated that she is very grateful to 'the big one' for not making her a grandmother" unquote'. I did not understand a word and asked, 'What the hell are you talking about?' 'Man are you always so thick early in the morning? I am trying to tell you that I am not pregnant. My periods came on late last night'. 'Oh is this about that? I have repeatedly told you that there was no way you could have got pregnant'. 'Yes you knew but now I know' was her cryptic reply. 'Bye I will see you in six days or so' she said. 'Hold on what about our date on Saturday?' I asked. 'You want me to come on Saturday that would be great. I am overjoyed that you want to fuck me in this mess?' 'Of course not. We could go out as we used to do before' I said. 'Oh that would be no fun. Okay, okay we will do that. I have an idea. We will do all we did when we met for the first time. I will meet you at 3 p.m. at the same place as we met on out first meeting. I will be wearing a dark green sari and you better wear your grey suit. Ab jab tum mujhe chod rahe ho tau mujhe apne ko describe karne ki tau zaroorat nahin hai? (Now that you are fucking me do I need to describe myself?' 'No thanks I know how you look now. I will be there' I said. 'Go back to sleep my sweet and dream of the little one. Byeee' she said and signed off. On Saturday we went to see a movie in the same hall but on normal tickets. This time Nisha held my hand tightly during the whole movie. There after we went to the same coffeehouse. We had to wait before we got the same table. When we had settled down I said, 'Little one you speak so openly about chudai etc on the phone aren't you scared that your mother might overhear you'. 'You must be thinking that I am stupid. Of course I am scared but the truth is that we have two telephone lines at home. One is in my room. When I speak to you then as an extra precaution I take the phone in the bathroom. Anything else?' I said, 'Yes how do you manage to remain away from home so often and for so long without arousing any suspicion? 'Now who is being inquisitive? Tumme aam khane se matlab ya ped gin ne (literal translation of this idiom is, you want to eat the mangoes or count the trees)'. What she really meant was 'Tumme mujhe chodene se matlab hai aur baaton ki phikar mat karo (You are concerned with fucking me don't bother about other things)'. 'Come on tell me little one' I pleaded. 'This all I am going to tell you. If the inquisition is over then let us go we have still lots to do' was her final answer. She said, 'Let us now go to the park where we had kissed for the first time'. On the way she said pointing towards passers by, 'Big one tum lambe ho aur main choti hoon. Yeh log sochte honge hum chudai kaisse karte hain? (Big one you are tall and I am short these people must be wondering how we fuck?)' I kept quiet and she answered her own question. 'I bet they think that when our noses meet then your toe is in my choot and when our toes meet then your nose is in my choot' she said and giggled loudly. I shook my head and said sarcastically, 'Madam the joke you have in mind is about a tall girl and a short man and not the other way round'. 'My God big one why must you always get technical and spoil all the fun' she said admonishing me. On reaching the park we sat on the same bench and did some heavy necking. She said, 'Now let us go back to the car'. In the car she asked me to drive to a secluded spot. There she got out of the car and stuck her small tits inside the side window as she had done before. I kissed and nibbled on them. She moaned and sighed loudly. 'Now there is only one thing left for us to do. Let us go to your flat' she said with a naughty smile. I knew what she had in mind. I said, 'No my dear that is out of the question'. 'I thought as much but it was worth a try' she said in a disappointed tone and added, 'but remember when I meet you again, you will have to make up for not fucking me today'. 'Of course it will be my pleasure little one. Did you enjoy yourself today?' I asked. 'Yes sort of but I find a 'chudai date' much more enjoyable' she replied and laughed. We kept meeting and enjoying ourselves regularly. Several months later one day when she was about to leave she said, 'I have a girl friend. Her family is going to be out of town all day on Friday. The poor girl does not know what to do. Have you any suggestion big one?' By now I could practically read her mind and said, 'No problem, one of my friends is also planning to take leave that day. Send your friend here and they both can fuck whole day'. She grinned broadly and said, 'That is fabulous. What time should I come?' 'Come as early as you can. We will eat lunch together. I will cook for you. What would you like to eat?' 'No thank you. I don't enjoy hot water for lunch' she said and laughed. 'No seriously. I am a good cook' I told her. 'Cook whatever you like. I will have tandoori murgha and I will cook it myself. You needn't worry about it. I will bring whatever is necessary to cook it' she said with a mischievous smile. On Friday she came promptly at ten in the morning. After undressing she lay down on the bed and spread her legs and said, 'Now I am going to cook the murgha (cock) in my tandoor (A clay oven)' she said pointing to her choot. 'Mind you I like my murgha soft, real soft and tender. So don't start getting technical. Come on hurry the tandoor is ready and hot. Put the murgha in it'. Well friends the whole morning we did nothing but cooked 'my murgha' i.e. fucked, fucked and then fucked some more. As soon as we finished one fuck she would kiss, suck, cuddle and cajole my cock to erection and we would fuck again. This went on till no amount of persuasion from her would make my cock move. She laughed and pressing my limp laurda remarked, 'Now the murgha is really soft. This is how I like my tandoori murgha. Na big one, did you enjoy the cooking class? 'Yes little one it was great. We must do it more often' I said. After lunch she sat watching a movie. I said, 'Little one, aren't you going to rest? I am tired I am going to take a nap'. 'You sleep my pet. I may rest later. First I want to see a blue movie' she replied. As soon as I closed my eyes I was asleep. Suddenly I felt Nisha nudging me. I looked at the clock. It was already evening. I had slept for nearly four hours. Nisha said, 'Get up man I have a bone to pick with you' she said pushing a steaming cup of tea in my hand. 'What is now going on in your pretty little head' I asked. 'Finish your tea first. I don't want you complaining that you were sleepy and I took unfair advantage of you' she said and shifted her attention to my cock. She cooed, 'Yes darling I know you wanted to do it but this big meanie (She pinched my inner thigh) would not let you' 'Hey that hurt' I complained. 'It was meant to hurt' she said and reverted back to my now erect lund 'Don't worry my darling leave it to your little one, she will see to it that your wish is fulfilled today'. 'What are you babbling about? I asked her. 'I am not babbling sir but carrying on a conversation with my beloved one. You have no business to interfere. Finish your tea then I will take you to task' was her reply. When I had finished my tea she sat down cross-legged next to me and switched on the video. Pointing towards the TV screen she said, 'Batao yeh log kya kar rahe hain? Batao, batao (Tell me what are they doing? Tell me, tell me)'. I glanced at the scene on TV and replied, 'Ek aadmi ek aurat ki gaand maar raha hai (A man is fucking a girl in her ass hole)'. She said, 'You mean to tell me that you knew about this thing all along? 'Of course I knew' I said. With tears rolling down her cheeks she said, 'How mean can you get. Tum mujhe saal bhar se chod rahe ho aur tumne abhi tak meri gaand ek baar bhi nahin maari. Batao kyoon? (You are fucking me since a year and you have not fucked me in my ass hole even once. Tell me why? I took her in my arms and kissing away her tears said, 'My little one I did not want to hurt you. Fuck in the ass hole can be painful'. Jumping up she exclaimed, 'Painful my ass. That woman there is having a whale of a time. You just didn't want to give me that pleasure. You don't love me or my ass? Tell me the truth'. 'That is not true I love every part of your beautiful body including your pretty ass but it does hurt' I told her tenderly. 'I don't care. Meri gaand maro aur abhi (Fuck me in the ass hole and now)' she ordered. 'Okay I will do it if you insist but you remember the house rule' I asked. 'House rule, what house rule? Oh that rubbish "once you start you will not stop till it is over". Yes I remember. What makes you think I will ask you to stop? 'Are you sure you want to do it? I asked again to be doubly sure. ' Haan main chaheti hoon ki tum meri gaand maro (Yes I want you to fuck me in my ass hole)' she replied emphasizing each word. 'Okay if this is what you want little one, then this is what I will do' I said and asked her to get on all fours, press her head down on the pillow and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. Taking some Vaseline I started to apply it outside and inside her ass hole. Nisha was getting impatient, 'Maine tumse gaand maarne ko kaha tha aur tum ussme ungali daal rahe ho. Meri gaand maro na (I asked you to fuck my ass hole but you are fingering it. Fuck my ass hole please'. Slightly irritated at her I replied, 'Nisha please keep quiet. I know what I am doing'. Nisha started to mutter, 'Who does he think he is? Just because he is a man he thinks he can order me around? There is no need to get angry and call me Nisha. I am Nisha but his little one....and so forth'. I ignored her and continued to grease her ass hole. Suddenly she moaned loudly, 'Oh big one your finger feels so nice in my gaand I wonder how lovely that big lund of yours would feel'. 'Get ready you are about to find out' I told her. I placed my cock on her ass hole and applied pressure to enter.o Her hole was very tight. I increased my effort and felt it open slightly. Nisha was in pain and shouted, 'Oh bahut dard ho rahi hai. Mujhse aur nahin saha jaata. Oh ruko. Maine apni gaand nahin marwani (Oh it is hurting me very much. Oh stop. I can't bear it any more. I don't want my ass hole fucked)'. It was too late. Her ass sphincter gave way and half my cock was buried inside her butt hole. 'AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEE mar gayi. Please apna laurda meri gaand main se nikalo (AAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEE I am dying. Please pull out your cock from my ass hole)' she screamed and started to sob softly in the pillow. Another push and I was fully inside her rear door. 'Don't cry little one the painful part is over now just relax and enjoy' I told her. I rubbed her choot with one hand and started to move my lund in and out of her gaand. Soon her sobs stopped and she started to moan with pleasure. 'Oh it feels so good. Please don't stop. Yes move a little faster. Y..hes it is lovely. Faster and harder. MAAAANNnnn it is GRREEAAAATTT' she shouted. At that very moment I filled her ass hole with my-cum. Taking her in my arms I asked, 'Did it hurt too much?' 'Yes I nearly died but it was worth it. The pleasure I felt afterwards was far too great. You must fuck my ass hole regularly' she replied. 'Whenever you want my little one' I said. It was getting late and I asked, 'Don't you think you should be going home now?' she glanced at the clock and said, 'Of course not it is only seven and mother won't be back before ten'. 'I won't bank on that if I were you. Your mother will be worried about you and could return earlier' I said. She said, 'Are you trying to get rid of me?' 'Of course not but if you get into trouble then we will not be able to fuck anymore' I said. Now this persuaded her she said, 'Okay, Okay my lord and master I will go but please fuck my ass hole once again. Promise I will go'. We then did what she wanted and she left. Later when I was getting ready for bed she called. 'Tell me why are you always right?' she said. 'What happened? I asked. 'After a shower as soon as I had settled down to watch TV mother arrived. She said that she was worried about me being alone all day so she had returned earlier. I just called to tell you that you were right. Now go to sleep my pet and don't you forget to dream about me. Byeee'. She kept visiting me and we fucked in all possible positions. We fucked every where, in the bedroom, in the sitting room, in the kitchen, in the shower and on every piece of furniture. Her only regret was that we could not fuck in the refrigerator. Dear readers it was about this time that I met Kala, the single mother (read 'Kala, the single mother) and had also started to fuck her. One day she came with red eyes and when we were in bed she took hold of my erection and looked at it intently from all angles. She then licked it and slurped my pre-cum. I asked, 'What are you doing little one'. She did not reply and pulled me on top of her by my erect lund and said, 'Ab tum mujhe chodo (Now you fuck me)'. After the fuck she murmured, 'I can't believe it. It looks the same, tastes the same and feels just as great as before'. She was not ready to elaborate on this cryptic remark. We kept meeting at regular intervals. Then one day she announced, 'Big one I am getting married on the 17th of next month'. I was crestfallen. Shocked I asked, 'What? To whom?'.......... Do you want to know what happened further? Then read 'Kala, the single mother'. Dear readers these were the high points of my relationship with Nisha, the little one. She was one of the best lovers I ever had. Did you also enjoy the incident? Please send me your comments. Like all authors I also would love to hear from you. Be it praises or brickbats. Just be honest. Don't forget to read 'Kala, the single mother' there is more to Nisha. My email address is sahebji70@yahoo.com I am waiting eagerly. Take care. Sahebji HELP FIGHT AIDS. SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION.