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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
My name is Andrew and I am an English guy born and raised in east London. The east side of Britain's captial has only one type of Asian: Bengalis from Bangladesh. Now I am sure that Bengalis from West Bengal and also from modern Bangladesh are open-minded, 21st century people. But the Bengalis who live in east London come from some backwater called Silhet and they live in the dark ages. Their daughters are draped in purda from head to toe and the nearest you come to seeing naked flesh is when one of them is getting into a car or something and accidentally shows you the heel of her foot. If a girl ever does such a thing, she is probably given a good beating at home by her medieval father for engaging in pornography.
That's the kind of people the Bengalis of east London are. Consequently I grew up thinking that all Asian girls were prudish to the extreme and that they kept their legs firmly closed together until they were married, and then kept them firmly locked together even after marriage despite the best efforts of their poor sex-starved husbands to prise those legs open. That, at any rate, was my view of Asian girls in east London.
All this changed dramatically when, after graduating from university with a degree in mechanical engineering, I moved to Nairobi, Kenya to work with the UN. Like many countries in Africa, Kenya has a fairly large Asian population, but there is not a Bengali in sight here. The oldest communities here are Punjabis and Gujaratis who have been here over a hundred years; and over the last 30 years, some Tamils and Malyalams are making their way here. My views on Asian girls underwent a change thanks entirely to Sukhjeet (Name changed, Lets call her Suki here).
Suki's aunt is a big, fat Punjabi woman in her 50s who runs a travel agency next door to my office in the centre of town. Like most Indian women, she is friendly, especially to a young, single Englishman like me and plays the role of mother. She comes into my office two or three times a day for a chat and often brings some delicious Punjabi food for me. One day, she announced that her young, innocent teen-aged niece who lived in some village in the Punjab that no one has ever heard of, was coming to her for a visit. And so it was that Suki entered my life a week later.
At first sight, Suki was exactly like the Bengali girls I had known at school in London, she was shy and reserved and hardly talked every time she came into my office with her aunt.
One day, however, her aunt had gone on a trip out of town and Suki was alone in the office with the Kenyan staff. At lunch time she came into my office with some hot, delicious Punjabi food that auntie had made specially for me early that morning and packed carefully in a tiffin (this is something auntie did two or three times a week for her adopted English son). Suki watched me as I unpacked the tiffin carefully and began to tuck in. She was always shy in my presence and rarely spoke. Moreover this is the first time she had come into my office on her own; at other times she had always been in the company of her aunt. While I enjoyed the food, Suki sat shyly on the corner of my desk watching me.
Suddenly, she said, “Andrew, what is it like to have sex?”
I was so shocked I almost choked on the food. This was young, innocent, angelic Suki who rarely spoke to me out of shyness, asking about sex!
“Well,” I said, when I had regained my poise, “it's really nice once you get used to it.”
“Is it painful?” she asked.
“The first time it usually is,” I said.
“You mean if the man has a big round penis and the girl's vigina is tight?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Is your penis big, Andrew?”
I was beginning to enjoy this conversation; it was a real turn on. “Yes, it is,” I said truthfully, “I have caused pain to virgins in the past.”
“Is it long and thick with a big head?” she pressed on with her enquiry.
“Mmm, sort of,” I said. This was the first time I had been asked to describe my cock!
“Can I see it?” she asked in all seriousness.
“Well, not in the office!” I said. “Someone might walk in. Besides, its not erect. Even if you saw it, you would not be looking at it when it is at its best.”
“We can go back to your flat and you can show me,” she said.
My work as a project engineer allows me to be out of my office for many hours at a time; and so that it is how we ended up back at my flat that afternoon. As soon as we walked in through the front door, Suki's appearance changed somewhat. She was always rather an attractive girl, but nothing very special. Now, however, the anticipation of what was to come brought a sparkle to her eyes and a warm flush to her face which heightened her beauty. I found myself looking at a really attractive teen-ager whose lovely light brown face, brown eyes and long dark hair made her practically irresistable. Shutting the front door firmly behind me, I put both my hands on her slim shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. It was obvious she had never been kissed before for she kept her lips firmly pressed together.
“Open your mouth and let me play with your tongue,” I said. She obeyed. I licked her lips with my tongue, going over them carefully, and then put my tongue into her mouth to seek out her tongue. There is a certain amount of instinct in these matters and she was soon responding playfully with her tongue. Drawing her closer to me, I kissed her again and again, while my hands went on a journey of discovery, starting with her back and working their way down to her bum. She had a lovely small ass and my hands soon started to fondle it as we continued to tease each other with our tongues.
After a while of this foreplay, we broke off and I began to unbutton her upper garment (she was dressed in a typical Punjabi dress). She then willingly raised her arms in the air while I removed the upper garment. Her white bra was guardian to a small pair of brown tits, the upper part of which were visible but not the nipples. Suki saw where I was looking and said in a despondent voice, “They are not big, they are tiny. I have cursed myself many times for such tiny breasts, but what can I do?” Her eyes were almost filled with tears.
Drawing her close to myself in a hug, I stroked her hair gently, comforting her, and whispered in her ear, “I don't like women with huge jugs. I prefer girls with tiny breasts, I think they are incredibly sexy.”
She drew back and looked into my eyes with those earnest, brown eyes of hers. “Really?” she said, “You mean that? You are not just saying it?”
Drawing her back into a hug, I whispered, “Darling, I mean every word of it. They look wonderful. Besides, the more sex you have, the bigger they grow.” It is amazing how many girls fall for this!
We remained like that, locked in a hug, for a few minutes. Then my hands wondered over to her back and unhooked her bra. She separated herself from me and removed the bra. Sitting down on a chair so as to access her tits better, I began to explore every square inch of those lovely breasts with my tongue. Experience has taught me not to go for the nipples straight away: let her anticipate that moment and so heighten her pleasure. After a careful research with my tongue of every part of her tits, I finally reached her nipples and licked and sucked them. Immediately, she began moan. There is something so very sweet about the young tits of a teenager: firm yet soft; nipples hard as bullets and yet tender and responsive to the slightest touch. As soon as I touched her dark brown nipples with my tongue, I sent a shiver of pleasure down her back. She ran her fingers through my hair, while she continued to moan.
While I gave her nipples and my attention, my right hand reached down between her legs. She obligingly parted them and I began to rub her cunt through her salwaar and panties. A few minutes later she had her first orgasm. Her body stiffened and her back arched backwards as she gasped aloud and then gave a series of short sharp cries.
When she had recovered, I picked up her light body in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Here we both stripped. She was finally rewarded with the sight that she had come to see. My member was almost its full ten inches and she gasped and put her hand over her mouth in alarm. “Andrew, its too big. I'll never take it!”
“You will,” I said with a smile. I sat her down on the edge of my bed and stood over her. Taking her right hand, I guided it to my now fully erect cock. She needed no further encouragement. Taking it in her hand she began to stroke it gently and then took the helmet in her mouth and licked it gently. Her tongue then went on a journey of discovery, tracing carefully the entire length of my prick and then investigating with some interest my cum-filled balls. This was heaven. A young teen-aged girl learning the art of sex so quickly, and so eager to give pleasure to a man.
After a while of this, I lay her down on her back, and sitting beside her, began to stroke her pussy. She was hairless and wet, the entrance to her cunt glistening with her juices. Then, taking up position between her legs, I began to lick her slim thighs with my eager tongue. When I got to her hairless mound, she let out a long soft moan and ran her fingers through my hair. I like to spend time licking a girl's mound before getting to the viginal opening, and she seemed to appreciate this.
After some time of licking her mound, her pussy began to receive my oral attention. A teen's virgin cunt is a wonder to behold and taste: soft, tender and responsive to the slightest stimulation. Her pussy lips protruded proudly and made a ready and attractive target. I licked the entire length of her slit several times and then inserted my tongue into her tight love hole. Suddenly a powerful orgasm jolted through her body like an electric shock, and her pussy juices, sweet and glistening like some glorious mixture of treacle and honey dew, began to gush from her.
She was now no longer stroking my hair gently, but bucking up her hips and aggressively pushing my head towards her pussy, while moaning again and again through clenched teeth. This was sheer pleasure and I would happily have spent the whole afternoon engaged there, but the truncheon between my legs was now large and erect and screaming for a piece of the action.
Suki seemed to sense that the time had come for me to introduce my hard, fully erect ten inches to the pleasures of her beautiful pussy. Taking a bottle of oil that I had brought with me into the bedroom, I put some on my fingers and lubricated her cunt, gently inserting first one finger then two into her. She lay on her back, relaxed and happy. I then sat her up gave her the bottle of oil. She knew exactly what was required and began to lubricate carefully the cock that was about to enter her. She first poured the oil onto the palm of her hand, and then took my cock into her hand and oiled its entire length again and again.
When she was ready, she lay down again, placing a pillow strategically under her ass so as to make her pussy a ready target for me. Kneeling in front of her open legs, I approached her on my knees and then began to rub the helmet of my cock against her wet pussy lips. After a while, her cunt lips began to open like the petals of a flower, giving me access. Slowly, gently, I began to deflower this beautiful Punjabi virgin whose cunt was as tight as a vice. It took several attempts during which I had to withdraw my cock and lubricate it. Slowly though, milimeter by millimeter, I was making progress. Finally, her cunt began to yield and accept the visitor that was patiently seeking admittance. I was a few inches in when I came across her hymen and pushed hard. She shrieked in pain at that point, but after that it was all pleasure.
Sex is a liberating thing. People who are all formal and polite and only very reluctantly use words like penis, vagina and sex suddenly find that they have a whole vocabulary hidden away in the sub-conscious which suddenly springs to the surface during sex. And so it was with Suki. So far in our relationship she had not uttered a singe swear word. Now, I was beginning to worry what the neighbours would think as she began to shout:
“Oh, Andy, yes, fuck me, fuck me fuck my cunt! Screw me, Andy and bang my tight cunt! Give me your prick, give it to me in my twat!!”
How many times she came during this fuck I don't know, she seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. Finally after some 20 minutes, I could hold it no longer and shot my load into her young virgin cunt. She had obviously got me worked up: my balls had become really heavy with cum and stream after stream of the white stuff shot into her cunt.
When it was over we lay side by side, our bodies sweating. She looked at me with an angelic smile on her face. “I feel so proud,” she said. “Every girl feels pround after she has taken a man inside her and given him pleasure. I have done it and I have done it with the man I love!”
That was my introduction to Indian sex. I have had several other experiences since. Let me have feed-back to this story please. Andrew ahrenfrew@yahoo.co.uk
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