Virgin Becomes Mother
Virgin
Submit Report Oh! Those lovely days I just cannot forget those lovely days of my life. Before starting this story, let me tell briefly about me. I am Susheela now 50 years old. I am the second daughter for my parents. I was born at Bangalore and completed my college there. Always I have been a very healthy girl. I had matured when I was only 12 and ever since then I had developed lot of interest in sex. We friends used to sit on the pretext of combined studies and read sex stories. Those days, there was no computer or CD’s to see blue films and books were our only source. We were three girls who were very close. Reading the stories we were forgetting the world. We were always longing for sexual stories and thoughts. But we never had enough courage to befriend someone for sexual experience. But we always imagined a HE man with 6 abs body, fair complexioned, smiling face and having long and fat penis with big testicles. As soon as our final exams were over my parents forced me to get married. I was just 20 then. They selected a groom of our own caste and were in a Government job at far off place, Assam. If fact before marriage I could not properly see him and had mistaken one of his friend who was handsome to be the groom. It was only when he came to Bangalore for marriage that I realized my mistake. He was very lean, skinny person with hollow cheeks, buried eyes and protruded teeth. Looked like an eunuch But it was too late. After marriage I went with him to Assam but was very bored, felt lonely and was missing my parents, sisters. But somehow I had to pull on. My husband could not even perform his role on bed. He could not get proper erection leave alone making love. Because of this inferiority complex he was refusing even to undress himself. So I remained a virgin even after three years of my marriage. I used to see his colleagues with hungry eyes but could not seduce them to bed. Somehow I was scared. From Assam we came on transfer to Ahmadabad. There we stayed for five years. In these years I lost my father and mother. I was really lonely in all respects. My husband would only bring house hold goods, go to office and sleep. Even after eight years of marriage I was a virgin. I was feeling my life is a waste. I wanted to become a mother, which I felt was my birth right as a woman, but what to do? There was no way out. Then we came to Mumbai on transfer. Here we go a Company accommodation at Thane.. In Mumbai my husband became busier. His office was at Colaba and so he was leaving house at eight in the morning and return by nine at night. Whole day I used to spend alone in front of TV. Even weekends he had to go to office and offshore duty. His tours to New Delhi were frequent. But whenever he went on tour outside he used to bring me some dress or sari. I had lost all interest in new clothe also. I once wanted to stitch a blouse for a sari and I didn’t know any ladies tailor in that locality. So, I went to the market to search one. Near Navpada there was a lady tailoring shop by name Shalimar Tailors. I decided to ask there. I gave the blouse piece with a measurement blouse and he asked me to collect the blouse next week. The tailor was young, healthy and very handsome. My heart skipped when our eyes met once. But I returned. Next week I went and collected the blouse. He charged Rs 35.00. At home I tried and found that it was very tight. I went next day and asked him to loosen it. But after loosening it was very loose. I again went to him and quarreled. He told that the measurement blouse which I had given was not correct. I realized that I had put on in recent days and he was right. He asked me to give body measurement. But his shop was almost open to the street and I felt shy to do so. He then offered to come over to my house and take the measurements. I agreed and gave the address. Next afternoon, when I had finished my lunch and was watching TV the bell rang. I had forgotten that the tailor would be coming. I opened the door and asked him to come in. He sat on the sofa and I offered some cold drink. I had another look at him and again had high heart beat. He looked like film star Raj Kiran of those days. I was wearing a house coat and went to the bedroom to change to a blouse and sari. All my blouses were very tight. Only when was a bit OK but when worn on a bra it was tight. Only one sleeveless blouse was passable that too if worn without a bra. So I decided against wearing bra. I asked him to come to the bedroom and take measurement. He, his name was Balu; took measurement of sleeve first. As his hand moved on my bare sleeve I developed goose bumps and shivered. But felt a different feeling and a current passed when his hand was on my back to take the measurement of shoulder. Then I turned and dropped the pallu. He circled his tape around me while I was breathing heavily and my breast was heaving up and down. He smiled and asked me to stand properly. I was getting giddiness on his touch and was wetting myself. He then noticed that I was not wearing bra and told that I have to wear a bra for correct measurement. I then asked him to wait and went to the attached bath room to wear the bra. But with bra the blouse was very tight. Slightly opening the door I told him the problem. He asked me to come out in bra and he would take measurement quickly. I felt shy but there was no other option at that time. Covering my top with pallu I came out of the bathroom. Standing in his front I dropped my pallu on my left hand. He again put the tape around me and noted the measurement. He again measured from shoulder to the nipple, nipple to side and center. All his fingers were touching the top portion of my much exposed breasts and I was almost fainting with excitement. I had closed my eyes and he had kept his one hand on my right breast cupping it firmly. I could not protest but kept my head on his shoulder.