The "Education" of the sisters Gita, Sita and (PART 1) By Sahebji Gita - lesson one When the following

events took place I was living in a largish house with my wife. I am a freelance commercial artist and work mostly from my house. I had a bed-sitter to myself (as I work at all odd hours and all sort of people called on me) with a small studio attached to it. My wife is a schoolteacher. She leaves the house in the morning and gets home only at about 3.30 in the afternoon. Our children are grown up and live separately. We had a maid who did all the household chores including brooming and cleaning. She had been working for us since six months or so her name was Gita. I had never paid much attention to her. Usually she came in the morning did her work and went home in the evening. Till one day Let me tell you something about Gita. She was about 15 years of age. 5' 4" tall, slim with long black hair. She is not fair but bit on the darkish side. She is also not pretty but is also not ugly either; she has what is called an "everyday" face. She did not look very bright. Her most redeeming features were her tits, ass and naturally her kori choot (virgin cunt). She has lovely tits not too large and also not too small just the right size for her body and a slim tight ass. One day as there was no electricity in the morning I sat in the verandah reading the morning newspapers. While reading when I lowered the paper to turn a page I saw Gita sitting on her haunches and wet wiping the floor. Her back was towards me and I could see her salwar (the lower portion of women's attire called salwar kameez) pressing tightly against her ass cheeks. I could even make out the divide between them. My mind immediately went to the valley of pleasure that lay between her legs and got a hard on. I raised the newspaper but kept an eye on her. Slowly she turned and continued to wipe the floor. When she was facing me she put her left hand on the floor and leaned forward to reach a far off area with the cleaning mop. In this posture I could see right inside her kameez (shirt) She was not wearing a bra but only a shift/slip under her kameez. What I saw electrified me. I saw the loveliest pair of tits hanging from her body like mangoes. They were not very large but just the right size with pointed nipples jiggling and swinging with the rhythm of her movements. My God, this sight made me even harder. I kept watching her and pressing and rubbing my rigid cock.

After that morning I made it a daily practice to read the morning papers in the verandah and enjoy the scene of Gita's 'tit dance'. I invariably ended up with a huge hard on. I also started harbouring thoughts of getting this delectable piece of virgin flesh into bed and fuck her brains out.

One morning when I was openly staring at Gita's tits she saw my stare and followed it with her eyes and realized what I was staring at. She also saw me pressing and rubbing my lund (cock). Instead of changing her stance she blushed slightly and for a second her lips curled into a thin smile. She continued to wipe the floor with renewed vigor thus making her tits jiggle, jump and swing harder than ever. This reaction of hers seemed intentional and gave me heart that my aim to fuck her would be realized, all I had to do was to wait for the right moment. During this period my wife was on a few days leave. There were many opportunities but only for a "quickie". I was not looking for a "bang, bang thank you ma'am affair" with Gita but a long lasting tender relationship. For this, it was necessary that I had lots of time to make her real horny and deflower her tenderly so that she enjoys her 'paheli chudai' (first fuck) and remembers it all her life. A couple of days later the opportunity came. My wife told me she had to go to town for some work and visit friends and will be back only by late afternoon and Gita will give me my lunch. If I wanted anything else I should ask Gita. I assured her that I would be okay and am sure Gita will give me all that I want. Now knowing that Gita and I will be alone for at least four hours or more I decided the time has come to relieve Gita of the burden of her cherry. After my wife had left I called Gita and asked her to bring me a glass of water. When she brought the water, I asked, "Gita Tune apni kameez main kya bhar raha hai? (Gita what have you stuffed in to your kameez?)" She blushed and lowered her eyes but kept quiet. I repeated my question she replied, "Kuch nahin (Nothing)". I said, "Kuch tau, aaj teri choochiyan bahut bardi lug rahin hain (Something, today your tits are looking very large)". On insisting she said, "Mera badan hee hai (It is only my body)". "Nahin ho sakta? (No it can't be?)"I said. She kept silent. During this conversation, her answers came only in whispers. Her eyes were lowered and she kept shuffling from one foot to the other, but did not make any move to leave or protest. This was an encouraging sign. I said, "Sachie idhar aa choo kar dehkun (Really, come here let me touch and see)". "Nahin, nahin (No, No)" she said and crossed her arms across her breasts. I pulled her tenderly but firmly towards me. She leaned against me and hid her face in my chest. Oh the feeling of her small taut breast pressed against me gave me an instant hard on. I put my finger under her chin and raised her face. I kissed her face, cheeks, ears and her lips tenderly. A man had never kissed her before. I took her lower lip and then her upper lip in my mouth and slowly sucked on them. I turned her around so that her back was leaning against my chest. I slowly put both my hands on her beautiful tits and pressed them. I took the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed them. She said, "Ahhh ohh, yeh kya kar rahain hain aap? (What are you doing?)"."Tere mamme

daba raha hoon (I am pressing your tits) I replied". In the mean time I kept kissing her. I then put my hands one by one under her kameez and gripped her tits. The feel of her boobs was great. My hard on became harder and so did her tits. I pressed her tits and tweaked her nipples. She moaned with

pleasure. I said, "Gita tere mamme bahut pyaare hain. Zara dekhun to sahi (Gita your tits are very sweet. Let me see them)". "Nahin, nahin (No,no)" she whispered but let me lift her kameez above her tits level. I continued to massage them. I said, "Kameez uttar de (Take off your shirt)". She protested, "Nahin nahin (No,no)". "Kyon? (Why?)"and before she could reply I pulled her kameez over her head. We were standing not far from the bed. I slowly led her to it and laid her down on it. She continued to protest mildly but I paid no heed to her protests. She again crossed her arms across her tits. "Haath hata na (Remove your arms)" "Nahin, nahin sharam aati hai (No, no I feel embarrassed)". "Aisa kar tu ankh band kar le tau tujhe pata hee nahin lagega ki main teri chuchiyaon ko dekh raha hoon. Phir tujhe sharam nahin aayegee (Close your eyes then you won't know that I am looking at your boobs and you will not feel embarrassed)" I advised. Slowly I pulled her arms away from her breasts. She lay there halfnaked with her eyes' shut tightly not knowing what is going to happen next. She looked lovely. She lay panting, her breasts hard, nipples taut and moaning softly. I kept kissing her and handling her tits and she kept moaning. Her breath was getting shorter. " Bahut pyaare hain, chakhta hun (They are very sweet let me taste them)". I kissed her tits and slowly moved to her nipples and took them in my mouth. A loud moan escaped her. She started to pant heavily. After a minute or so her hands caught my head and pressed them on her nipples guiding it to the places she enjoyed most. She kept muttering, "Oh! Sahebji, oh! Sahebji". Suddenly her body became tense and with a loud 'AAAHHHhh' she relaxed and lay limp. She had creamed. The little virgin had her first orgasm with a man.. My lund was so hard that I wanted to shove it inside her kori choot and fuck her hard and shoot my load into her tight sheath, but better sense prevailed. Long-term pleasure was far better than a moments impulse. So I kept control of my laurda (cock). I again started to kiss her tits and pressing her mammas (tits). Slowly I moved downwards and when I got to her navel, I sucked on it and stuck my tongue in it and rotated it. Gita nearly went wild. I went back to her tits, her face. For some time I shuttled between her boobs and her navel. Gita was half-mad with lust. While kissing her I undid her salwar knot which Gita did not seem to notice. She was so steeped withh desire. She was panting like a sprinter after a 100-meter dash. Her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. My hand traced down her rounded contour of her abdomen and into her pubic curls. Stroking the hair with my fingers I found her secret crevice and the swollen bump of her clit. I pressed her clit between my fingers. With a start she caught my hand and whispered, "Oh Sahebji wahan nahin chuo (Oh Sahebji do not touch me there)". Ignoring her protest I continued to massage and lightly pinch her knob of pleasure. Soon she felt the pleasant feeling and her grip on my hand relaxed. She started to moan softly. I put my hand under her back and

lifting her slightly slid her salwar off her hips .She again protested loudly, "NAHIN, NAHIN mujhe nanga mat karo (NO, NO do not make me naked)". "CHUP! leti rah aur maaja le (Quiet! remain lying and enjoy)" I said sharply and slid her salwar completely off. My little dark virgin lay naked on the snow-white bedspread. Her eyes tightly shut with her arm covering them, her mouth slightly open, her hard tits pointing towards the ceiling, her breasts heaving up and down. Her clit hard, erect and just peeping out of her short pubic hair (Apparently the growth was quite recent), the lips of her choot were stuck to each other untouched by man and her thighs pressed tightly together. I pressed and massaged her swollen clit and ran my finger up and down the furrow of her choot. She was wet with the hot flow of her arousal and the slit was a slippery slide down in her womanly depths. I put my mouth to her clit and sucked at it. She moaned loudly and her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a circular motion. Tremors ran through her body and she moaned softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves mounting higher and higher. Suddenly Gita clutched my head and pressed it to her clit. Few seconds later with a loud AAAHHHhhhhh she sighed and lay still and relaxed. She had creamed again. I lifted her legs and pressed her knees to her breasts. I looked at her kori choot hole for the first time. It was very wet, oozing her cum. I took off my pajama and kurta releasing my raging rock hard lund. It was all sticky with pre-cum. My poor lund had been completely ignored in the above proceedings. It was time for him to "get into the middle of things". I gave it a couple of up and down strokes with my hand and spread Gita's legs apart and got on top of her. I took my laurda and moved it up and down in her slit. "Yeh garam garam kya hai? (What is this warm thing?)" she inquired softly. I took her hand and placed it on my hard member, "Yeh mera laurda hai (This is my cock)". She felt it and whispered softly, "Sahebji yeh tau bahut bara aur mota hai (Sahebji it is very large and thick)". I placed my lund on her choot hole. "Oh! Iss se kya karoge? (Oh! what are you going to do with it?)" she asked. "Main isse teri choot main gusserd ke tujhe chodunga (I will shove it up your cunt and fuck you)" and pressed it into her . The head slipped easily into her cum lubricated kori choot. "OOhhh" said she. I moved my lund in and out of her phuddi (cunt) making slow progress. Her choot was very tight. Soon I reached an obstacle the hymen, the sentinel of her virginity. I did not try to break through it but continued the to and fro motion. Gita started to feel the pleasure coming over her and started to moan. The time was now ripe to shatter her virginity. I gathered her firmly in my arms, putting my head down I lunged into

her. My lund tore through the hymen and was half engulfed in her tight passage of bliss. "AAAYYEEEIII, UUUIIIII Ma bahut dard ho rahi hai OOHH! AHHH! Main mar jauingi (AAAYYEEEIII, UUUUUIIIII (Mama it is hurting OOHH! AHHH I will die)" she screamed. Ignoring her screams I commenced to move my lund in and out of her tight love tunnel till my lund was buried in her to the hilt and our pubic hair inter mingled with each other. I raised my head and looked at her. Poor Gita, she was lying with her mouth and eyes wide open. Tears were flowing down the side of her eyes and she was groaning with pain. "Bahut dard hui? (Did it hurt a lot?)"I asked. She nodded. I assured her that the painful part was over and she will now only feel pleasure and tenderly kissed her tears away.

I recommenced my in and out movement. With each stroke as my lund rubbed against the torn edges of her virginity Gita said, "Ohh", But her oh's soon turned into ah's and ah's into AAHH's. I pulled my cock back to the tip of her choot and slowly inserted it back. Sometimes I gave quick short strokes and sometimes long slow ones. I kept varying the length and the pace of my strokes. It was not long before her hips started to move in rhythm with the in and out movement of my lund. Suddenly Gita clutched me and pressed me hard to her body. Her hips moved in a feverish motion and a wild look came into her eyes. I knew she was very close to coming and I was also not far away. I began to thrust viciously into her, ramming her so hard that her tits rolled back and forth. She began to gasp, then to moan. She arched her back and thrust her head back her eyes clinched tightly close. We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. With a loud scream she came immediately triggering off my orgasm also. Gradually our motions slowed and we continued to make soft "ahhhh" sounds. We both opened our eyes. Our lips drew together and kissed a long tender kiss. Soon my laurda became soft and flopped out of it her heavenly fuck tube. She lay there with her legs apart and a mix of our-cum streaked with blood of her shattered virginity, oozed out of her choot. She confessed that she had never creamed so hard and for so long before. Apparently she had had the 'mother of all orgasms'. We lay there kissing and fondling each other for some time and then fucked twice again. We got up cleaned each other. As I was wiping her blood-streaked choot she asked, "Kahin mere baccha to nahin hoga". I told her that I have had 'nasbandi' (vasectomy) done and there is nothing to fear. She relaxed visibly and kissed me tenderly. Then I ate my lunch and lay down to rest and Gita went about doing her daily chores. When my wife returned I overheard her asking Gita if she had given Saheb what he wanted (to eat, she had meant). Gita replied with in a naughty tone, "Ji, jo Sahebji chahate the wohi maine unhain diya (Yes, whatever Sahebji wanted I gave it to him)". Dear Readers, and I thought she did not look too intelligent. Few days later my wife rejoined her duties. Everyday, we at least fucked once and sometimes twice and even thrice. I noticed that if for some reason we were unable fuck one day then the next day Gita would flit in and out of my room puttering around doing meaningless things trying to draw my attention to her. And as soon as I asked her to come to me she would grin and happily walk to the bed take off her salwar and pull up her kameez above her tits and lie down on the bed for her daily dose of my cum. Though she loved to fuck she never used obscene words like lund, choot, chodo and chudai etc. during our fuck sessions. I tried to persuade her to use them but she kept repeating, "Mujhe sharam aati hai (I feel embarrassed).

Dear Readers I don't know how you feel about this but I really like it when a girl uses these type of words during sex or even otherwise. It increases my enjoyment. I had to think of a way to break down her modesty in this respect also. Before I could do anything her periods set in. Gita - lesson two The day after Gita's periods ended she came into my room and again started her antics to attract my attention. I talked to her, listened to her chatter but did not invite her to come to me. She went away disappointed. This went on for three more days. Once she even went to the extent of breaking a plate in my room, inviting the wrath of my wife, to attract my attention but I continued to ignore her. She was desperate for a fuck and so was I, but this was according to the plan I had formulated to break down her modesty. On the ninth day she came to my studio and stood around. I asked her, "Kya baat hai? (What is the matter?) She said, "Maine aapse kuch kehena hai (I want to talk to you)". I left my work and went to the bedroom and sat down on the bed and asked, "Kya kehena hai? (What do you want to say?)". She said, "Sahebji mujhse koi galati ho gai hai? (Sahebji have I made a mistake?)" "Nahin, kyon? (No, why?). "Aap mujhse naraaz lagte hain? (You seem to be angry with me?)" "Nahin tau, tu esa kyon keh rahi hai? (No, why are you saying this?)" "Main aap ko main ab achchi nahin lagati? (You don't like me any more?)" "Nahin, tu mujhe bahut achchi lagati hai (No, I like you very much)". "Phir aapne itne dino se mujhe bulaya kyon nahin? (Then why did you not call me for so many days?)" she said with tears in her eyes. "Tujhe bulaya nahin, kaye ke liye? (Did not call you, for what?). "Aap jante hain (You know)". "Main janta hota to tujhse kyon punchta? (If I knew, then why would I ask you?)" I queried. She stood there silently looking at her feet, scratching the floor with her big toe. "Kuch kaheti kyon nahin? (Why don't you say something?)". "Sharam aati hai (I feel shy)".

"Teri choot main kujhli ho rahi hai? (Is your cunt itching?)". She nodded. I saw her discomfort and felt pity on her and decided to help her out of

her predicament. I thought she was so desperate that if she did not get some good solid fucking today, she will go looking for a cock in her neighborhood. This I did not want. Another reason was that I had come to like her very much and I also did not want to lose a good young cunt. "Tu aaj chudwana chahati hai? (You want to be fucked today?) I asked. She nodded. "Muh se bol (Speak out)". She kept quiet. "Agar tu bolegi nahin to main tujhe nahin chodunga! (If you don't speak up I will not fuck you)" I threatened. "Kya boloon? (What shall I say?)". "Bol, Sahebji please aaj aap mujhe chodiye (Say, Sahebji please fuck me today)". Hesitatingly, she said softly, "Sahebji aaj aap mujhe please chodiye)". I was overjoyed and pulled her to me and kissed her. She was also very happy and kissed me all over my face. I sat her next to me asked her to repeat after me, "Sahebji aap apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe jor jor se chodo, pleeaase." She repeated what I had said and promised to use the words lund, choot, chudai and their like in future. I asked her to get undressed. She had her clothes off in a trice and moved towards the bed. I stopped her and asked her to undress me and sit on her haunches facing me on the carpet. I sat down on the bed with my lund hard and pointing straight at her face. I told her, "Ab mera lund apne muh main le aur usse mithi goli ki tereh chooss (Now take my cock in your mouth and suck it like a lemon drop)". She looked at me and kept quiet. I repeated, "Chooss (Suck)". She said, "Mujhe ganda lagta hai (I feel dirty)". I reminded her that there is nothing dirty in love. She still hesitated. "Main teri choot phir kabhi nahin chatoonga (I will never lick your cunt again)" I threatened. She did not want to forgo the pleasures of my tongue and immediately took my cock and gave it a few tentative licks. "Apne muh main lekar choos (Take it in your mouth and suck)" I said. She hesitated but took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. At first she was artless but soon she got the hang of it. I put my foot between her legs and pressed my big toe against her clit. Now she started sucking my lund with gusto moving and pressing her ass against my big toe. It was nine days since I had ejaculated and it was not long before I was ready to shoot my load. With one hand I kept her head pressed on my cock and with the other pinched her nose and said, Gita mera nikalne wala hai. Usse tune poora satakna hai samjhi (Gita I am about to shoot my load. You have to swallow it understood)" and spurted my seed into her mouth. She tried to free her head but I held fast and per force she was compelled to swallow it. She also came and her juice dripped on to the carpet. "Kaisa laga? (How did you like it?). " Theek hee tha "(It was okay)" she replied. She looked at my cock which had gone soft and looked up to me and said in a small voice with tears in her eyes, "Aap ka lund to mulayam ho gaya ab yeh mujhe kaise chodega? (Your cock has become soft. How will it fuck me

now?" I explained to her that each time the cock shoots its load it becomes soft but there was nothing to worry, take it in your hands manipulate it and suck on it. Soon I was hard again. She clapped her hands with glee and danced around singing, "Aapka lund phir sakht ho gaya ab aap mujhe chodiye (Your cock has become hard again

now fuck me)" I lay down on the bed, "Aaj tu mujhe chod (Today you fuck me)". "Main? Kaise? (Me? How?) She questioned. I pulled her on me and inserted my cock in her fuck hole from below and said, "Aise (Like this)". As soon as my cock slipped into her cunt she came with a long deep sigh and commenced the in and out movement. I took some juice from her cunt with my finger and applied it on her gaand (ass hole) and carefully inserted one finger and then two in it. She kept fucking me and I kept finger fucking her ass hole. It hurt her at first then she started enjoying it. As this was my second cum in a short period it took twenty minutes or so of hard grind before I shot my cum into her fuck sheath. In the meanwhile she had come at least three times. Many days went by, our love games continued. One morning I called her and asked her draw my bath. I normally took a bucket bath and finding it difficult to sit on a low stool I used a 2'X 2' X 2'stool. When the bath was ready I told Gita, "aaj hum saath nahenge (Come we will bathe together)". She readily agreed and undressed quickly. I sat her down on my lap and soaped her body paying special attention to her choot and tits. She was in ecstasy. Asking her to continue rubbing her cunt I shifted my attention to her gaand. I soaped it from the outside and then inserting one then two fingers in her ass hole and soaped it from the inside. I applied soap on my raging hard on and made it slippery, in order to avoid unnecessary pain to her, I had thought of this procedure. I positioned my lund on her ass hole and started to shove it in her gaand. "Kya kar rahen hai aap? (What are you doing?)" She asked. "Aaj main teri gaand maroonga (I will fuck you in the ass today)". "Bahut dard hogi kya? (Will it pain a lot?) She wanted to know. "Thori dard hogi phir tujhe bahut mazaa aayega (It will hurt a little then you will enjoy it)". Slowly I entered her ass hole. "UUUII dard ho rahi hai (UUUII it is hurting)" she groaned. I then moved her up and down on my cock while pinching and rubbing her clit. She enjoyed her first butt fuck. In the days to follow we continued our games. She got used to butt fucking and soon started relishing it. After this day we fucked all over

the house in all the rooms, on every piece of furniture. We even fucked a couple of times on the roof. Her education was now complete.